Hi! Can I Have Maybe A Head Canons Or Scenarios Request For Dante (DMC 5 And Netflix Version) With A

currently thinking about dante sparda who’s a feminist, 6’3, built—and oh, did i mention feminist?

“say, dante, what’s your opinion on men’s rights ?”

“irrelevant.”

dante doesn’t miss the slight pause you make before continuing to stir your drink. he sits in the booth across from you, enzo munching on fries opposite him as he sneaks a sip of his sundae.

“yer joking !” enzo says between belches. “something wrong with ya kiddo ? what do you mean men’s rights are irrelevant ?!”

but dante isn’t listening. he’s more concerned about the gap between your lips & coffee cup, the way you tilt it slightly above your mouth so as to not stain the glass with your gloss. your lips tug into a pout when you find the rim stained in coke pink regardless. you pull out a napkin & wipe it with a frown. cute.

“well, as a six three, employed and financially stable male,” dante clears his throat, smug, “i can’t help but turn my focus to more important things. for example, the widening gap between men and women’s wages. and we can’t forget the rising prices of feminine hygiene products, of course.”

enzo wipes his mouth with the back of his sleeve. he doesn’t miss the way dante’s pupils seem to flit over to you every now and then. he clicks his tongue,

“kid, please, y’know she hasn’t even looked at ya, right?”

“she will.”

you continue to scroll through your phone.

but dante takes your silence as intrigue.

“anyways,” dante pauses as if searching for the words, “i just think it’s important to raise awareness—”

“yer raisin’ my freakin’ blood pressure.”

dante shoots him a glare. “i just think that, as a six foot four male, it’s my duty to raise awareness about the issues women face and the obvious gender bias in america’s modern day economy.”

“y’said six three before, kid—wait, what’s yer’ height gotta do with anything ?!”

as if on cue, your teaspoon clatters to the ground, and dante, ever the feminist, is quick to lean down to pick it up—rattling the table and spilling enzo’s fries in the process.

“hey! watch it—“

“your spoon, lady,”

you blink. dante’s taken his time to wipe the spoon clean & present it with a napkin. you hesitate a little before obliging with a murmur, “thanks..?”

“you’re welcome,” he says smoothly, relaxing into the booth seat. “no woman should ever have to bend over in a skirt. i mean—unless she wants to. then it’s her choice. her feminine power.”

“oh !”

enzo chokes on a fry. you stare at dante for a beat too long & he can’t tell if you’re confused or interested, but dante has an ego bigger than his head so he decides upon the latter.

“say, lady, don’t you agree that men should always pay on the first date ?”

you raise a brow. “the first ?”

dante waves his hands. “all, really. i only mention the first because i know some strong, independent women prefer to pay too. i respect that. i respect all women, really.”

“right. and is this your way of offering to pay for my food ?”

dante’s pupils shift to your table. only now does he realize you’ve ordered the most expensive french breakfast on the menu, as well as a drink too milky brown to cost the same as your average cappuccino. his wallet aches heavy in his pocket. “with pleasure ! lemme just get my wallet out…hope i didn’t leave it in the hellcat…”

“huh? wasn’t our uber a toyota?”

dante bares his teeth, ready to strangle enzo when you giggle—

“oh, gosh,” you sniffle, wiping tears, “that’s enough, you two are hilarious.”

clearing your throat, you raise your hand to reveal the diamond settled on your finger. “i’m sure you’re lovely and all, but i’m happily engaged.”

“that’s okay! i support women having multiple streams of happiness—ow !”

dante rubs at his shin as you continue. “that’s nice for you, but i’m fine with my fiancé.” you set some cash on the table and dust your skirt off, standing up to leave. “thank you for the laugh, though, gentlemen.”

you wave them goodbye and make your exit.

“God, i love women.”

“seek help,” enzo mutters, as he sneaks a sip from dante’s drink again.

© 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐊𝐀𝐉𝐈 ー do not edit, copy, translate or re-upload.

⋆˚࿔ — TIRED ? YOU CAN JUST REST ON ME ; ➢ ; DANTE S .

☁︎ — wrote this for funsiess in a very tired state after work,, anyways need this to happen to me so bad,, 🙂‍↕️🫶 might be ooc dante, dividers by @/cafekitsune .

minor proof-read .

@shomatoriashi 💫

THE MOMENT you arrived at the doorstep of the all-too-familiar place around the late hours of the evening, the unwanted soreness sensation returns from within you, groaning out in a mixture of exhaustion and relief.

Relieved because finally— you could leave your workplace. It's not that all bad, to be fair. It wasn't so complicated, for you at least, but you're just glad to be back home and away from that exact place.

You didn't even bother to find him just yet; landing swiftly onto the quite old couch that's located nearby with a small sigh. God knows how much you wanted to rest up right now so bad, but you know that you needed to, at least, clean yourself up first.

But eh, maybe that could wait.

The bones and muscles within your body is almost seconds away from giving in— wanting to just shut down everything that's possibly existing within your own mind and even whatever's currently happening from the outside world.

Even without telling him directly still, Dante could immediately sense your arrival, despite of your efforts on not making too much noises, which is almost quite odd to him.

Usually, you would've at least greeted him in a cheery manner, even though you're actually tired. But today is a little different, and he took an immediate notice of it and tried to mentally think of ways on what to do and approach. It doesn't take long, however.

Because it is Dante we're talking about. He would know, regardless.

You're not even aware that the male had been standing near one of the room's doorframe, eyes observing over your fatigue form. It doesn't take long for him to actually, and effortlessly setting you down atop of his lap instead. You're too tired to care about your current position anyways.

At certain moments like these, Dante didn't really speak much. He somehow could sense the weariness radiating off from you alone, and so, he simply held you within his arms securely; as if protecting you so closely, and so dearly.

A soft sigh would escape from your lips, resting your head comfortably even more against his own; focusing on the way his heart beats right at this moment, the way one of his hands would hold you against him— the other would tenderly stroke your hair as a way to lull you even further into a state of slumber.

"I know you're exhausted.. Just rest up, okay? I'm here."

He would mumble several comforting words next to your ear, kissing the side of your head after while rocking you gently in that position, still. It didn't take long before you actually fall asleep on him, snoozing off with your mind elsewhere— feeling safe with him.

And even when you're asleep, he wouldn't stop holding you until you're properly awake later on.

— written by @luneariaa . reblogs are appreciated. do not repost; all rights reserved . 💫

Once Upon a Dream | Miguel O'Hara x reader

Summary: you've been dreaming of a man for months, another Spider-Person, just as lonely as you...

A/N: please note that English is not my first language and I'm sorry for any mistakes you can find -

Warnings: none?

Words: 1743

I want to thank my beta readers @ohantonia and @bloodredwolfsbane 🩷

You woke up once again gasping for air. Tears escaped your eyes and found their way down your cheeks. Loneliness wrenched your heart, like it always did, after he visited you in your dreams.

It was happening more frequently. Almost every night now. And when he didn’t come, you went looking for him. Sometimes finding him in a state of despair that broke your heart. You could never touch, although you were dying to hold him in your arms. You could never speak, your words like whispers fading away before they could reach him. It was like you were separated by an invisible wall. But he kept coming back. And you could feel he missed you, and you hoped he could feel you missed him too. You started wishing you could spend your life in your dreams, with him. Tell him everything was going to be okay. You didn’t know what had happened to him, but you felt everything he did. His eternal sadness. The gaping wound in his chest that left him screaming in pain in his sleep. In your dreams. He was so lonely. And maybe that was why he was coming to you. Maybe his loneliness matched yours.

You sat up with a sigh, wiping the tears away. Like every morning, doubt seized you. Was it even real? Or were you going crazy? The tall Spider-Man, the large man with his dark curls and red eyes. Fangs like a vampire. The bright red and blue suit that he never took off, like an armor. Maybe you were imagining him. Maybe it was just your subconscious manifesting your need and want for another spider-person like you. For someone to talk to. Someone to share your life with. Someone to fill that hole in your chest. Like he needed someone to fill his. But like every morning, you chose to trust yourself, your instincts. You chose to believe. You chose him.

That day was like every other. Crawling around your neighborhood, everyone knew you had a routine, and you could make sure everyone behaved. The crime rate had lowered since you became Spider-Woman. The one good thing that came of it. You didn’t like being Spider-Woman. You didn’t ask for it, and you wouldn’t have chosen it for yourself had you been given a choice. And as a woman of science, you foolishly thought you would be able to find a cure. You never did. And you’d given up on that idea after a while. After you saved an old woman from a robber. After you saved a little girl from being crushed by a truck. After you saved a bus full of people.  You had power that could do some good. Who were you to ignore that?

You had had a pretty uneventful day, even for a doctor in a hospital. But everything you did, you did with him on your mind. He followed you everywhere. Every room you stepped in, you looked for him. Hoped for him. And every time he wasn’t there, it broke your heart in more tiny pieces.

You changed out of your scrubs and closed your locker with a sigh. You closed your eyes, tried to picture him, imagined what it would be like to walk out of the hospital and have him waiting for you outside. You tried not to think about it too long. It only hurt more when you let yourself hope like that. You weren’t delusional. The man in your dream was just that, a man in your dream.

You stepped out of the locker room, ready to go home, when, suddenly, the hair on your arms rose and chills ran across your body. You knew that feeling. Something bad was about to happen.

You felt the ground shake before you heard the explosion.

“What was that?!” you heard a nurse ask from behind the counter under which she was hiding. 

Behind her, through the large windows, you could see black smoke emanating from the Alchemax lab across campus. The damage seemed catastrophic. You hurried towards the scene, taking advantage of the chaos to change into your sky-blue suit, and landed near the hole in the roof of the lab. You coughed as you stepped closer to the smoke. It was so thick you couldn’t even see the fire below. You decided to carefully make your way down and were relieved to see everyone had somehow managed to escape. You navigated the cloudy, unfamiliar and dangerous environment, trying to locate the flames, but it seemed they had already disappeared. Gradually, the smoke dissipated, and you found yourself alone in the mess, thankful no one had been around when the explosion occurred. Slowly, however, you started to spot a tall figure before you, as the smoke vanished around him.

“It’s dealt with. No. He wasn’t there.”

The man spoke to a device on his wrist resembling a big smartwatch. He had his back turned to you but still, there was no mistaking him. That tall and large figure, that bright red and blue suit, those dark curls... A gasp escaped you, alerting him of your presence. He turned around swiftly. And there they were. Those red eyes. Looking right at you.

His face dropped as his eyes grew bigger. The air stuck in his throat as he stared at you dumbfounded. Neither of you dared to move, too afraid you would wake up and be alone once again.

“It’s you,” he breathed.

You slowly removed your mask, so he could see you as you saw him. A tear fell down his cheek, and you were dying to wipe it away, to take his face in your hands and kiss them all away.

“You’re here,” you said in a whisper.

Desperate to touch him, you held out your hand, slowly, as if he were a small animal you could scare away. It felt like forever, waiting for the other to move, but he took your hand and you felt like melting away.

“Oh, you’re here,” you cried as you hurried towards him and buried your head in his chest.

Instantly, he enveloped you in his strong arms, his cheek coming to rest on the top of your head. He held you tight, as you did, tighter even. You couldn’t believe it. He was here. Not only was he real, but he was here! You moved away to look up at him. Just the sight of him filled that hole in your chest. You brought your hands to his face, but he was so tall, you had to tiptoe. He made it easier for you, falling to his knees before you. He was there, at your feet, finally face to face, and you finally felt alive. Alive and awake. After all this time. Months of sharing dreams, months of delusions, months of craving him. At last, you were touching him. Your thumbs stroked his cheeks as you smiled down at him, leaning your forehead against his.

“You’re real,” he sobbed.

“So are you,” you laughed, and he nodded.

“I thought...”

“Me too,” you reassured him. “But I knew.”

“So did I. From the beginning. Always.”

“Me too,” you sniffed.

“What’s your name?” he asked as he moved to look at you, and you realized there was so much about each other you didn’t know. You answered him. “That’s a beautiful name.”

“What’s your name?”

“Miguel. Miguel O’Hara.”

“It’s good to finally meet you, Miguel.”

“You too, mi amor.”

A small laugh escaped you and you wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your nose in his hair. It felt so good to finally be able to touch him, to embrace him, to be embraced by him. 

“Where have you been all this time?” you asked in a whisper.

“I-... it’s complicated.”

“We’ve been sharing dreams for months, I’ll believe anything you tell me,” you promised, looking back at him, caressing his cheek with your knuckles.

He chuckled as he took your hand in his. “I’m from another universe,” he said, and somehow it wasn’t that hard to believe. “I created an… organization for people like us from around the multiverse. We were chasing down an anomaly, I followed it here.”

The implication was clear. You had been sharing dreams, but not a universe. But you had overcome the first, you could overcome the latter.

“So... you’re not from my world?”

“No.”

“So, then... you’re not staying...” you murmured as you moved closer to him, your fingers nervously playing with the curls at the nape of his neck.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he promised you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before taking your chin between his fingers. “See this watch? It allows me to go anywhere I want, travel to any universe. I'll give you one, so you can come visit me all the time, even stay with me if you want.”

“I want,” you nodded eagerly, gripping the collar of his suit, brushing your nose against his. “I really, really want.”

“Good,” he said with a bright smile before he pressed his lips against yours.

He took you by surprise, but you wouldn’t complain. You moaned against his mouth, sliding your fingers in his curls and he groaned as you fisted your hands in his hair. He kissed you until you couldn’t breathe, just to take your breath away again. And again. And again. Eventually, he released you, his hot breath hitting your skin as he leaned his forehead against yours.

“Come home with me? Plea-“

“Yes. Miguel, take me home.”

He breathed a sigh of relief as he held you tighter. You saw his lips tremble, and you knew exactly how he felt. Like you could finally breathe. Like a weight was off your chest. You had spent the last months living a nightmare, with the uncertainty of your sanity, of his existence. You had even started doubting what was real and what wasn’t, started wishing you could live in that world of dreams where you knew you could always find each other. It had started to feel more like home. He had started to feel like home.

“I’ve been looking for you,” he said. “Everywhere. Wherever I went. I never gave up.”

“I’ve been waiting. I’ve been hoping... I... I didn’t know how...”

He stopped your rambling, gently pressing his lips against yours in a tender kiss. His meaning loud and clear: it’s over now, we’ll never be apart again. 

i'm here for the one sided BKDK angst ITS A VIDEO

practicing stuff and things and stuff to make little silly things and stuff

💋Smooching Dante’s cute face pls 💕😘

Thanks for the request. Many kisses for Dante xx

cw. fluff, making out, lipstick involved, gender neutral reader, chubby reader, minors do not interact

You cupped Dante’s face between your hands, reaching up on the tips of your toes as you planted firm kisses to his skin in a flurry of movement. He’s taken a little bit by surprise as you press closer to him, his hands anchored to your plump hips to keep himself steady as you attack his face with a multitude of kisses. You punctuate each kiss with a loud pop of your plush lips, your lipstick smudged into his pale skin as you continue your assault in a wild flurry. Dante couldn’t help but smile as he teasingly spoke. 

“Slow down babe, I ain’t going anywhere.”

You hummed softly, catching his cheeks between the pinch of your fingers until they flushed red. 

“I love you!” you proclaimed, pressing more fleeting kisses to his skin, until you could feel the stubble of his beard scratching against your round cheeks. “I love you I love you I love you~”

By now your lipstick was bleeding into Dante’s skin and smudging around the corners of your lips. But you purposefully avoided his mouth, waiting until you were both feeling a little breathless from your sudden spur of excitement and you had calmed down. Amusement sparkled in the depths of Dante’s eyes when you pulled back, kiss swollen lips puckered into a soft pout as he laughed merrily at your sudden whimsy. He raised his index finger and tapped it against the seam of his mouth. 

“You missed a spot” he said, quirking a snowy brow in anticipation.

You were invited closer, until his arms were wrapped firmly around your plump waist and you were raising yourself on the tips of your toes once more. Another soft hum tickled the back of your throat as you planted your lips on Dante’s, melting into the touch as he leaned down and kissed you back. Your teeth clacked awkwardly when you tried tipping your head at a different angle and you could feel Dante’s tongue lapping away whatever lipstick still remained painted on your skin. A thoughtful noise stirred in Dante’s chest before he spoke, his lips barely leaving yours as he uttered words into the plump cushion of your mouth. 

“Maybe I should go out more often, if I get greeted like this every time I come back~” he mused. 

A short huff of indignation blew from your nose and you nipped at Dante’s lips in retaliation. It barely stung and only encouraged Dante’s cheeky behaviour, fingers pinching your soft waist as you were folded further into his arms. He savoured the shape of your mouth as your taste tickled his tongue and lingered in his throat when he had to swallow. When your tongues touched briefly, he could feel small little bolts of electricity racing down the notches of his spine and he moaned unabashedly into the warmth of your mouth. 

You were left feeling pleasantly dizzy and you couldn’t help the smile that lit up your face at the sight of Dante’s face covered in overlapping lipstick marks. The soft snort that bubbled up your throat made him tilt his head in question. 

“Where’s my phone? I need to take a picture of this.”

vigilante izuku head canons plsss, can be nsfw or a mix of both

Nsfw warning-these are not exactly head cannons,sorry, but a small scenario I guess

He definitely didn't shower for a long period of time and you couldn't even blame him. So he smelled..bad

He'd feel guilty about it and when you two saw each other again after like 1 months of him being gone,you immediately went in for a hug

He didn't know what to do,he felt bad knowing how bad he smelled but eventually he returned the hug, placing a wet kiss on your forehead

"..I missed you"

You helped him out by running him a bath and washing his hair for him

That night he refused to let go of you, holding you tight into his arms and cuddling you the whole time

He would kiss your face and cheeks, telling you how much he missed you and your hugs

He couldn't help himself but felt a bit needy,he was away from you for so long,can you blame him?

He didn't notice it but he started humping your leg while you guys cuddled,it was honestly out of instinct! He didn't mean it!

You asked him about it and he just confessed to you how needy he was,he missed getting intimate with you

He had you sitting on his lap and gently riding him,you were doing it slow and carefully

He was never into rough sex

He would whine and whimper almost femininely, laying down onto the bed

His hand would grip either on the bedsheets under him either on your thigh

"please..you feel so good.. please don't stop"

He loves creampies,he just came so fast and so hard without any warning, moaning out loud

Poor thing,he didn't even think about the possibility of his classmates hearing him. And they definitely heard him

They questioned the both of you in the morning

The Other Woman

(Part 2 FINALE)

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Synopsis: Miguel had left Y/N for another version of his old wife in hopes of getting his old life back. To only realize the mistakes he’s made.

Link to Part 1

Pair: Miguel O’Hara x Spider!reader

Warnings: very heavy mental health, ANGST LIKE A LOT OF ANGST, ALL OF THIS IS ANGST, mentions of death/almost dying, long term establish relationship, cheating, swearing, therapy, physical fight, blood, feral protective miguel?

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A/N: hello again! this one is more heartbreaking and longer than the first part oof… Very low dialog up until closer towards the end! wanted to just get through telling the story itself and the emotions. It’s just a very heavy storyline!! I want to say thank you so so much for showing so much support for part 1 i had no idea it would receive that much attention :O !! i wrote this out kinda fast as i didn’t want to loose the momentum of the idea. so apologies for any mistakes! all feedback is greatly appreciated ~

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You used to make Miguel coffee everyday, with one cream two sugars, and he would nag about how he hated the taste. It was to your liking, not his. As you would sneakily take sips out of his mug while working next to him. Why didn’t you just get your own coffee? You claimed you could never finish it and just wanted a taste out of his. Miguel would roll his eyes at you every time he caught you but he adored it. He had secretly grown to love the way you made it and had become his only way of making coffee after meeting you.

Now as this version of his older wife made it the way he is suppose to like coffee, bland and straight, he found himself bothered by it. Going as far to correct her even though this was what he had been claiming to have missed so much. He was now seeing himself teaching someone else how to love him like you did…

He was only a shell of the man he was when he had Gabriella. Even though the copy of his old wife has her same personality, the relationship couldn’t be exactly how it was before because he had changed so much. You had helped him become whole again. His tastes and likings had all switched to everything about you. The charm he found in his old wife doesn’t hold a light to you now and he was getting frustrated. He had wanted this so badly. He felt like those babies who whine and cry wanting to eat a lemon and once they get their way they realize the sour truth.

Miguel never truly realized what it was like to loose you until three weeks after he told you the truth. Over the years the idea of losing you terrified him but he only ever thought of it being in death. He never considered separation when everything was perfect for both of you then. There were times he believed that you were made just for him and he treated you like his queen. Which you truly were to him in his spider society. Why would he ever throw that away? Look at what he did.

He gave himself every excuse in the book before you knew he was cheating on you. ‘This is only for research.’ he would think every time he found himself back in that universe. As everyone knew he was so serious about his work, obviously this is just him getting to know more about certain universes and canons. Lyla was the only one seeing straight through him knowing where he was actually going. Things kept tumbling and the more he found out about the place and spent time with her the more his grief and yearning returned. It was all just there, so reachable.

There was a time his mind tried to snap him back out of it while cheating on you and made him realize the guilt. The first time he kissed this woman you were there in his mind. He came home right after and held you without saying a word. You never questioned him, just showed him comfort as much as you could. Lightly stroking his back, you never over stepped or pushed him when he was vulnerable with you. He only closed his eyes and held onto you tighter processing how you were always too good for him. He was converting to living two different lives; his old self during the day and then coming home to you. He didn’t want to let go of either at the time.

Once he found out he could safely have Gabriella again was when he became distant with you. The shame of using you for research made him become stoic. He didn’t want to admit how wrong he was treating you. All while you were always being so loyal and trusting towards him. Things were slowly slipping through the cracks and he knew he couldn’t up keep it. He wished he could have had that conversation with you so much differently but it was over. Now he had his old life back, a dream he had his mind set on.

He ignored the shakiness in his hands when he returned to her after letting you go. ‘It’s all for the best.’ is what he would repeat in his mind as a mantra. His new girlfriend truly had no idea who he really was or what his background was. Miguel continued to feed her lies to the point where he even started believing them himself getting too lost in avoiding what he’s done. He believed he was happy as he spent time with her.

When she got too close to finding the truth after finding his wedding ring in one of his pockets, he set her off course from it by revealing his spider identity and taking her to HQ. This was the day that everything felt like it was crashing around him. Being reminded of his marriage, having to face his friends with his new lover, sharing his personal spider life, his work with someone who wasn’t you. He excused himself rushing to an unused office room while his chest was tightening. Pupils dilating as he realized it was his first time having a panic attack.

Nevertheless he continued to push it all aside and act completely normal with his girlfriend. He was feeling your absence the most while working. You had became an extension of him. He had trained you from scratch and you helped him build this society he has now. You knew the ins and outs of everything and fought perfectly alongside him. Now that he was on his own he let his girlfriend be there for him when he got stressed, but there always was a knot in his stomach he never could get rid of.

The more his mental health ate at him late at night the more he considered searching out for you. There was no closure between both of you and he never got to listen to how you feel. What was your opinion on all that happened? Do you hate him?

He wanted to speak with someone so badly but he dug himself in a hole too deep. You were gone, he was lying through his teeth to this poor woman he’s kept for some fantasy, he felt too ashamed to say anything to his friends, he would rather die if all his workers found out how big of a piece of shit he is. Anytime Lyla tried peeping a word that wasn’t work related he would snap. He had pushed everyone away and now he just felt alone.

Regardless he would wake up in the morning and swallow all his dark feelings. He would remember his grief of when he lost his family and it would put him back in the moment. He has another chance. He was happy with the direction he was going in now.

Right?

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The day he found out you were at HQ he felt his heart stop. He was mid mission trying to call for Lyla but she wouldn’t answer. Frustrated he tried looking into what was happening only to see her busy having a conversation with you. It felt like something took over him when he opened a portal in less than a second. Without thinking nor wasting a heartbeat he rushed back. Just a glimpse of you, maybe just to hear a word out of your mouth. The feeling of having you back in HQ was making him ignore all his insecurities. How he would coward at the thought of trying to reach out to you before. You were in his home, your home, and the thought drove him wild.

You were already long gone though. Lyla stared at him not saying a word. The quietness in the room making his ears ring but his thoughts were screaming in his head. He stood there frozen still trying to recollect himself. He was the one that left you, what is wrong with him?

Again he went back and forth in his own head trying to convince himself ‘You wanted this.’ but if he did why is he feeling like someone just killed a puppy in front of him? Why is he here fighting with his self if this is really his dream? Why did he try chasing after you? The wounds of his past grief were too deep. He never took the time to properly heal and now look at what he’s become.

“Miguel, what’s this?” He was startled turning around seeing his girlfriend holidng your watch and skimming through the divorce paperwork addressed to him.

There was no more hiding, no more lying. He swallowed hard even though his throat was dry. He let everything he had kept away rise to surface. It hurt him to see the beautiful face his old wife shared contort into such anger and pain while finding the truth.

She didn’t stay, but for some reason he wasn’t upset. Though he longed for his daughter, he knew it would have never been the same now. He finally closed the door on his past. His heart had made the choice this time but it’s too late. Now grasping onto the divorce papers left by you, emptiness spread through his soul.

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You on the other hand did not find yourself crying by yourself on a rooftop for long. The shift in the air from your arrival alerted the local spider-man immediately.

“It didn’t work out, did it?” He crouched down next to you as he noticed your watch gone and your missing wedding band.

Peter Parker knew both you and Miguel. Your husband had come to do many rounds of research in this universe when he took you. Eventually offering this Peter a spot in the society, which he politely declined due to just being busy enough here. You both never spoke much but always had an appreciation for each other.

“Do you need a place to crash at?” He continued while trying to get you to look at him. Reaching his hand towards you.

You had absolutely no one and you had been gone so long you couldn’t even go back to the little you had. When you met Miguel you didn’t hesitate to never look back and now it filled you with regret. How naive were you to put all your trust and reliance on him.

You took Peter’s hand. You were ready to start your own life and be your own person now.

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Peter Parker was nice enough to let you stay with him as long as you needed it. You both had became ‘besties!’ as he would love to poke at you. The first month with him you were a disaster really but he showed you how he liked to cope using his spider abilities.

The first thing he helped you with was getting a new suit. Your old one resembled too much to Miguel’s and you felt suffocated every time you put it on. Peter had taught you to use your current emotional pain on whichever sad little villain was making trouble out in Brooklyn that night.

“Come on, we got multiverse spider-woman helping me keep these streets clean now!” He would taunt at the men while watching you easily take them out a little bit too aggressively. His feet kicking up and down while he sat on the side of a building watching you. The crime rate did go down a bit once word got around how strong your punch was. Peter’s just happy he can now spend some nights to himself.

You got yourself a job at the mart on the corner to help cover bills for Peter and save up. You were grateful enough the owners never batted an eye when you would disappear during a shift to either suddenly go cry uncontrollably or beat the shit out of someone at a nearby robbery. Next thing you were enrolling yourself back in university, wanting to finish that degree you never did.

It wasn’t too long that some of your older spider friends would stop by to check in on you. Seeing them was difficult sometimes, you were internally itching to ask about Miguel. Things were going okay for you on a very slow path of breathing step by step. You never wanted to feel that hurt again and so you very well pretend like Miguel didn’t exist if you could.

You couldn’t ignore the hurt resurfacing when you passed couples on the street. Or when you found yourself going to fidget with your wedding ring just to remember it’s gone. You can’t just move on from a relationship that was so deeply apart of you and lasted so long. You gave everything to him and it will take you much time to get yourself to build trust again.

After two semesters, you finally had your graduation. All the things you learned while in Earth-928 paid off as you barley had to study. Passing top of the class, you immediately got an offer for an internship opportunity with Alchemax and was able to get an introduction tour of the building beforehand.

What you hadn’t realized was that Alchemax had been looking for that girl who snuck into their offices a couple years ago. Who made another dimension’s spider appear and then went missing herself soon after. They had kept as close tabs on you as they could and how foolish you were to think your little break in wouldn’t come back to bite you. The moment you stepped foot back in their building, it was over for you.

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Miguel had spent a whole year in much deserving therapy. Nothing could stop the embarrassment he felt when Peter B signed him up with HQ’s best spider-therapist after 3 months of constant out bursts. No one could come near the man when he felt like he had lost everything. Those first initial months were difficult for everyone around him.

Therapy did help, he hates to admit it, but it was a very rough ride. He finally was able to understand his deep inner term oil and heal his issues but moving on from you? No, he could never.

You were the only one who had sincerely stood by his side, always rooting for him. He never fell out of love with you despite of everything that he did. He just pushed everything down too deep and was blinded by obsession. Till now he could never deny that he still loves you. Maybe if he just would have went to therapy years ago instead of acting out on unsolved grief none of this would have happened. The guilt always making him toss and turn at night.

He would have big temper tantrums when he would find his coworkers going to visit you time to time and not sharing any details. He needed to know if you’re okay. Did you already move on? He longed to find you and speak with you but he knew he wasn’t ready yet. He was so self destructive and this was what he deserved.

Everyone avoided him completely when he overheard someone saying you were living with Peter Parker. Fighting crime with him and having a cute little home life. Peter followed you around now like a puppy. Miguel did not take the news well at all. Let’s just say, the large bill replacement for his monitor screens was what snapped him out of that rage.

He also wanted to strangle Hobie Brown every time he saw a glint in his eye when your name was mentioned around. Yet Miguel couldn’t hate the kid either, as Hobie was one of the people to try help repair the damage he did to you. How badly he just wanted to hold you and shield you in his arms from any other people taking you from him as if he wasn’t the idiot to let you go in the first place.

Everyone’s big, powerful, scary boss was really just a grumpy, wallowing-in-self-pity, sensitive, lonely man now. Mention your name too much to him and watch him start crying or take it out on whatever he could find nearest to him. He would some nights scroll through your wedding photos while listening to your last tracked log with Lyla. Your words cutting through him deep like long sharp knives. How he urged to go tell you it was all wrong and how guilty he was for making you feel like this.

Despite it all, he still believed in being the best of the best. He used his work to distract himself from his sorrows, to become numb. Even though his divorce paperwork were set next to him on his desk to remind him the pain. He never signed it.

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“We can’t tell him!” Jessica gritted through her teeth. Small group of spider-people were hovered around Lyla taking in the new found information.

“Her canon events have always been uncertain, we can’t just stop and fix this one?” Gwen Stacy suggested in hopes.

“We have never prevented a canon event of hers or the people involved in it. It could be even more dangerous than a regular canon.” Peter B spoke grimly.

“When ‘as danger ever stopped us?” Hobie spoke up.

“Everyone get your gear.” Lyla added to the stress of the situation.

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You couldn’t open your eyes properly with a strong blinding light being held above you. Arms and legs secured on top of a metal surgical table. You could feel the warmth of blood scattered on certain parts of your body, slowly starting to dry. It was a mix of yours and the people you had tried fighting through to get out of here when you realize the trap you were reeled into. Different people in lab coats poked and pried all around you while you were tied. Your mask was thrown on another table and your suit had large gashes across it.

Soon you also could feel the presence of Peter Parker being brought to the room, thrown slumped in the corner breathing heavily. They had gotten you too good. They knew everything and had planned this so detailed.

“Now you’re going to help me open the multiverse.” Kingpin loomed around you. All you could feel was searing pain as a laser aimed right at your chest.

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Miguel was already staring out the window to the glowing night lights of Nueva York when he saw a big hole appear in sight of the skyline. His eyebrows furrowed while he was trying to process what he was looking at. It wasn’t a second later when all alarms started going off in his office.

“Qué carajos?” He exclaimed seeing the alerts of a possible universe collapse. “Lyla! Why wasn’t this being taken care of already?”

“I already sent people.”

“Then what are they doing?” He yelled. His confusion and anger only furthered when he saw a red alarm for a canon event.

“Canon event?” He whispered to himself. He always knew when these were happening, there were none scheduled for today. There was no way he would let one passed him, it’s not like this could magically appear? His jaw dropped in realization… a new canon event.

“Lyla, tell me the truth. Why wasn’t this reported to me?” He made the atmosphere turn cold. She knew he already figured it out.

“A new canon event was received this morning being given to Peter Parker. Of Y/N L/N’s death.” The words from Lyla made Miguel’s body go still. His eyes raced side to side while he processed it.

“No!” He roared, a fist slamming into the nearby desk. His massive strength breaking it in half.

“Boss, you can’t go on this mission only using your emotions.” Lyla warned. However Miguel was already half way stepping through a portal to find you.

He appeared, watching his team struggle to shut down the machine causing the collapse. Outnumbered by the amount of Alchemax puppets. A different kind of rage filled him as he saw you, for the first time in a year, suffering. Miguel was never one to act reckless while on missions but he had no plan here and just ran off the pure adrenaline the fight or flight had hit him with.

His claws tore into the backs of his enemies as he jumped beast-like across the room. Not hesitating spilling blood across the wall while he took everyone down as fast as he could. His team could only watch wide eye with an unsettling fear as they saw Miguel lose himself to his spider sense. While he fought they took the opportunity to take apart the machine.

Miguel was panting heavily, pupils blown wide glowing red, and fangs dripping with venom as the room slowly silenced. Kingpin laid on the floor slowly trying to drag himself after being beaten to a pulp. It was over. Peter B stopped him from doing anything further. Knowing Miguel would kill the man, Peter B let the team finish up to give Kingpin to authorities. Miguel turned frantically to look at you seeing the other spiders step away. Peter Parker was hunched over you in tears. Miguel fought the urge to snap at Peter and grab his hands off of you.

Your vision was too blurry and everything felt like it was burning. A shape that seemed too familiar came into your peripheral vision and you tried to push yourself up.

“Miguel?” Was the last thing you croaked before slumping back passing out. Miguel catching you in his arms before you could hurt yourself further.

“It’s her time.” Jessica spoke behind him. Yet he was refusing to let go. He had never defied the way the timeline worked since he created his society. He would never break the rules and you both had promised each other before not to. If there was a situation like this you both agreed to save the universe first. How stupid was he to think he would listen to that now facing it in-front of him.

He never got to tell you what happened. He never got to apologize. He never got to tell you one more time that he loved you. Even if you in result just spat in his face, at least he was able to talk to you one more time. You were never a placeholder or someone to fill a hole in his heart. His whole heart belonged to you and he couldn’t let you go thinking you didn’t mean anything to him. No matter the consequences, he needed to tell you.

“Call all the teams to control the damage of a possible universe collapse.” He turned to Jess with Y/N tightly in his arms. The spider-people watched speechless as he opened a portal and disappeared.

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Two weeks you laid motionless in the HQ’s medbay.

The clean up after breaking the canon was a little intense. They were able to get it under control as the event started to fade from your timeline once you were returned and starting to heal in Earth-928.

The spider society would remain silent near the medbay. The lights always being dimmed and hushed whispers between staff to not bother the distressed O’Hara. He refused to leave.

Your Peter Parker had now joined the team, much to Miguel’s dismay. Everyday your friends would come in and check to see how you were. Some telling stories about their day or any gossip updates you missed, in hopes that it would get you to wake up. They would ignore the gloomy Miguel who was basically glued to the seat next to you not saying a word to anyone.

At night Miguel would play with your fingers and softly stroke your hair all while pleading “Please don’t leave me, please don’t leave me. Por favor mi alma.” He knew it wasn’t his place to beg this after what he did, but he didn’t mind the words falling on deaf ears.

Miguel hadn’t eaten in days, he felt too nauseous from anxiety to even try anything. Pavitr had done the favor to bring you and Miguel’s favorite empanadas from a small street vendor downtown. Hoping to get Miguel to at least try the food before he ended up in a hospital bed next to you due to starvation.

You started to blink open your eyes, spots surrounding your vision. You could hear a soft breathing to your right side and you slowly felt your sense come back one by one. It felt like you just had a really rough nap.

“Oh my god that smells so good.” You moaned, sitting yourself up to try to look at where the smell of food was coming from.

You were met with a wide eyed Miguel holding a box of empanadas. His jaw slacked open acting as if he’s seen a ghost looking at you. Confusion hit you first for a second and then you start to panic.

Why was he here? Why was your ex-husband sitting right here? You started to push away from him and Miguel caught on to your panic.

“No, no, no mi amor stop.” He tried calming you. “You’re hurt, you’re going to open your stitches.”

You suddenly remembered everything that happened right before you blacked out. At that moment you forgot the hurt you had towards your ex-lover. Gathering yourself you just stared at him. “I’m suppose to be dead.”

Tears rimmed your eyes. Why did it feel like life just hated you so much?

Miguel engulfed you in his arms as you started to cry. You didn’t care right now. You had ached for this feeling again, so alone, with the comfort Miguel used to bring you. Just for a moment you could pretend like how it was before.

“We can’t do this Miguel.”

He knew what you were thinking. He didn’t want to let you leave his arms yet, as he let his self hold harder and push your head closer into his the crook of his shoulder. The tickle of your breath on his neck, he just wanted this forever.

“She left. Almost a year ago.” He let out to you. A big weight coming off of his chest. You pulled back from him and looked up into his eyes while you watched him avoid your gaze. You felt bad to say you could feel a bit of satisfaction bubbling in you.

“Good, she deserved better.”

“So did you.” Miguel sighed playing with his hands. Your eyes widened when you saw the ring still on his finger. He let you stare. “I-I could never. I couldn’t.” The emotions struggle to come out of his mouth. You understood him though. You always did. Placing your hand on top of his you just nodded.

“Please stay here.” He whispered.

Miguel had broken you in so many ways. Yet he almost ruined another universe just to keep you alive. You both needed time to talk and coming out a coma right now isn’t good timing.

“I finally became my own person when I went back in my universe. I enjoyed my independence.” The words pelleted at him. He could only hold his breath as he waited for you to continue. “I’ll stay… but not for you.”

It wounded him deeply; but he deserved it. This place will always be a home for you even if he wasn’t apart of it. Before he can tear his gaze and turn away, you reached out to hold his face close to yours. Your fingers gently rubbing on his cheeks as you slowly look at him properly after so long. You let your thumb smooth over his frown lines and he leaned into your touch closing his eyes.

“Let’s give us time.” Was the words you blessed that opened every door of hope he could find. He would take it, he would absolutely take it. He has to fight for you, he has to prove to you. He would do anything but for now he’ll be on his best patiently waiting for you.

Both of you sat comfortably without speaking, only the faint background beeps of the hospital monitor making up for the silence, while passing small glances. For once both of you felt a missing warmth you didn’t realize you needed. Sharing empanadas with each other, just maybe it will be alright…

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The end!!! Thank you so so much for your time in reading my story. i really really was so happy with all the comments and feedback on pt 1 it really meant a lot!!!

i hope this was ok ~ i apologize for how long it was i was thinking of doing another part but just wanted to finish this up. I was in such a conflict how to end this. i hope it wasn’t too cliche or anything i’m just a sucker for very wanty needy dramatic stories. It’s a hopeful ending tho~ i couldn’t pick with just happy or sad.

So many of you had tons of amazing suggestions which I appreciated so much. I was such a mess trying to figure it all out. Many of you wanted to see Y/N move on with another person but I ended up going this route. I used Peter Parker as an obv character in y/n’s universe but it’s not tied to any specific one and you guy can think of him more to your liking if you want to!

If any of you would like a small drabble or imagine of another route of this story or just anything angsty/possessive and rarwrarwbarkbark miguel. I’d be glad to help lol!! My request box is wide open~ i had so much fun writing this!

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hear me out, gun sex but with ivory and ebony being interchanged betixt your spread legs with a younger dante.

the boy is full of spunk and charisma, so you can't really say no to his sideways smirk and flashing eyes. he's full on pretty boy swagger and curling drawl that makes your heart melt and weight shift to lay on your back so dante can get to his show.

the cold gun metal heats to molten pussy, and slick threatens to clog the chamber after the 'nth orgasm you cream onto the muzzle. the safety flicks on and off every once in a while, when you fight back and whine way too shrilly for his ears. its a total mood killer and he really needs to set you in your place, so a little threat here or there really makes you shut the hell up and let your hole stretch out around his pretty girls.

at one point he makes you blindly guess which ' girl ' is fucking you so good right now. the next door neighbors are thinking you're having an orgy, but in reality you're just getting brainfucked by ivory's trigger guard rubbing your clit in vicious motions.

he loves his girls.

❝ Girl, I hope he made you satisfied. Well, baby, i won't cry. As long as you know that, when I land, you're mine. ❞

After a messy breakup with Dante and a year of silence, you’ve rebuilt your life from the ground up. Now, Dante's back, and one thing is clear — he's determined to make you his.

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▷ coming soon...

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : 4/20/25

cw/tags: TBA

Imagine Helping Dante Shave

Dante X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Suggestive themes, steam

Word Count: 1.2k

(A/N:) Had this idea and it was just too yummy to pass up! So the Dante brainrot continues! Stay tuned for more as I continue to obsess! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Dante squirmed in his chair, his blue eyes staring straight into yours. He wasn't expecting to be placed in such a situation, not that he was complaining but you needed him to sit still. And you were the reason that was being a difficult task for him to accomplish.

"Dante stop moving," you grumbled keeping a sturdy grip on his scruffy chin.

"It's difficult for me with you sitting on me like that," Dante groaned, placing his hands on your hips. He just wiggled more causing the razor to lift from his cheek.

"Dante!"

"I don't want scalped babe," he whined.

"Then stop moving," you replied taking another strip of hair with the razor.

With you sitting on his lap, your legs straddling him it was enough to fluster the man. It wasn't that he was uncomfortable with the seating arrangement and your body being placed upon his so inviting. Nope not uncomfortable at all, but you said not to touch you anywhere but your hips so he wouldn't distract you from your task. That was what he was struggling with, with your gorgeous face so close to his you were temptation wrapped in a perfect package.

"I can see that brain of your working behind those eyes," you teased him while wiping the razor clean.

"So you admit I actually have a brain," he purred moving his hands back some to cup your rear.

You slapped his hands and he immediately obeyed placing them back to where he was allowed. He pouted but didn't say a word.

"When it benefits you, now behave so I can finish this up."

"Do I get a treat when you're finished with me?"

"I'll think about it," you grinned before placing a kiss on his brow.

So in light of his possible reward after his shave, Dante remained quiet and kept his hands in place. Though he couldn't stop his thumbs from rubbing circles into your shirt. His gaze watched your every move and he couldn't help but grin whenever you would tilt his face. It was only when you would grow uncomfortable that you would abandon your task to flick his nose or give him a glare. It would only make Dante chuckle and sneak a quick kiss before retreating. But you could only shake your head and let him do what he wanted.

When Dante had said something about how scruffy he was looking, you volunteered to shave him pretty quickly. Dante didn't let people do much for him, as he was just used to taking care of everything himself. That's why this moment felt important to you, Dante letting his guard down for just a second. You could see the man underneath that he kept hidden. Jokes and his devil may care attitude hid a brokenness he didn't want others to see. As you worked the razor carefully across his face, you took in his features. Eyes that would make the clearest bluest day jealous, a jaw that could cleave a demon in two, and hair that could rival the freshest snow. He was handsome and strong and kind. Your heart beat harder as the razor stilled in your hand causing Dante to look up. He could see your chest rising and falling more rapidly and he knew he was to blame. So he took that as a pass to break the rules.

He took the razor from your hands, setting it on his desk with a gentle thud against the wood. He looked comical with shaving cream still staining his cheeks but at the moment all you could notice was the look he had. He looked at you like a water starved man looked at an oasis a beast that hadn't fed in weeks. He cupped your cheeks, yours so much softer and the feminine fullness of your lips calling to him. His thumbs lazily stroked across your cheeks, Dante reveled at the soft skin under his callouses. Seconds passed and he was kissing you, his mouth on yours firmly taking what he wanted. You kissed him back, tongues clashing as you held onto his shirt, wadding it in your fist like you could pull him closer. The cotton fabric beneath your fingers a contrast to the hard muscles underneath Dante's skin. He was darkness and light, soft and hard. He was everything you could dream of as his humanity always stayed close to the surface, overpowering the devil inside. He held you tightly not wanting to release you as he tasted and took and craved. One hand moving to cup the back of your neck and the other moving to bury into your hair. His chair creaked as you shifted on top of Dante's lap and he groaned. Your scent mingling with the scent of shaving cream and the leather chair he sat on. You reached up, fingers tangling in the gray strands on his head before pulling away as your lungs screamed for air. You both sit there panting for much needed air before you smooth your hair and clear your throat.

"I think you got your reward early," you rasped.

Dante with kiss swollen lips started to laugh at the image before him. Cheeks flushed red, lips plumped by his frenzied caresses, and smears of shaving cream on your chin, nose, and cheeks.

"Am I shaving you next," Dante asked picking up a clean towel that you hadn't used yet. He wiped the cream away revealing your blushing cheeks.

"You would probably try to use Rebellion to shave me if I let you," you snorted.

"Cleanest shave you'll ever have," he licked his lips still tasting you.

"I'm not letting you shave me with Rebellion sweetheart," you got back to your task.

Dante sighed, "You never let me do anything fun."

"Oh I know I'm just terrible," you made the last swipe with the razor.

"Kiss me again and I'll forgive you," he grabbed you bringing you closer until you scooted further across his lap and your knees hit the back of the chair. Your breasts pressed against his warm chest. You refused to let him distract you again before you finished wiping the remaining shaving cream from him. He grabbed the towel tossing it away for it to land in the floor somewhere to be picked up later. Leaning in for more kisses, you stopped him with your hands on his cheeks. Dante yelped at the burn as you started patting aftershave against his freshly shaved skin.

"Much better," you laughed before twirling a strand of hair between your fingers. "Now you just need a haircut."

"Maybe later I'm craving something sweeter than strawberry sundaes," Dante purred. Embracing you again as he held onto you tighter. He pulled away his lips barely parted from yours. "I think I'll have you help me shave more often."

"I think I can handle that," you whispered.

Life could never be perfect but when you had Dante and he had you, life was as close to perfect as could be. His shop a little slice of heaven when you were around.