Devil May Cry X Male!Reader One Shots

Bruises and Bite marks (part 1)

Dante x Abused!Male!Reader x Nero
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A request by the amazing AlondraWolf! For the abusive Boyfriend, I used my own Ocs, Morello Guerriero (heisagoodboyiswear) and Lucifer Moretti. Enjoy~
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Your life was a rollercoaster— a fucked up roller coaster with massive hills and impossibly low dips. That's what he did for you — that's all he gave you. You were well aware that your boyfriend wasn't exactly in the right state of mind. Some days, he would be doing just fine, loving you up like you were the only person on the plane; but most days, he was quick to blow up in your face, even landing a few blows to your defenseless form. Afterwards, he would come up into your room and apologize, leaving you confused out of your mind.

You loved him for who he was. He was capable of being the best man on Earth. You always wanted to see the best in people, but his angry episodes were increasing by the day because of his stressful line of work.

Morello was the second in command in the Italian Mafia, which meant he had to split responsibilities with his boss. You only met your boyfriend's best friend, Lucifer, once. He was the only one who truly knew how to take care of Morello. His strong, silence and resting bitch face intimidated you, but he wasn't of the such in your presence. Despite his raven hair flowing over his left eye and the bandages wrapped around his neck (which honestly gave him a mysterious and dangerous vibe), he was very calm and gentle. Lucifer wasn't able to be with you all the time, which is why you decided to drop by Devil May Cry as often as possible.

You met Nero a few years back in Fortuna. You performed alongside Kyrie as a vocalist, and you two became good friends. Nero then introduced you to Dante, and you soon became a part of a big, loving family— on one side.

Here you were again, taking a small walk to the Devil May Cry office, a new set of bruises on your body. You blamed yourself for Morello's bad mood. It was your fault for constantly asking if he was okay when he clearly wasn't. He was stressed over "gaining information from a few select people," Lucifer had told you over the phone after you had sealed yourself in your room in tears.

You were a mess — you were always a mess, but this time, you looked worse than usual: your hair was wild, your eyes were sunken in, and you seemed like you haven't gotten a wink of sleep in weeks. You tried your best to cover up your bruises with your clothes, but some were still left exposed, like the many on your neck and the ones on your wrists.

You came upon the doors to Devil May Cry and simply opened them, for the owner never locked them. It wasn't like there was much to steal from here — steal things that wouldn't kill you, of course. You saw Dante, feet kicked up on the desk with a magazine over his face. He shot up when he heard you barge in.

"Oh, hey kid!" Dante greeted with his usual grin and two-finger wave. "How's life?"

You forced on a smile and plopped down on the couch: "Okay," you replied resting your throbbing cheek on the arm of the couch.

"What about Mr. Boyfriend?" Dante questioned, an eyebrow raised.

He knew about the minor things that Morello has done, such as yell at you, that has brought you choking on tears to the steps of the office, but he didn't know about the many times he has left marks on you— marks that weren't all too passionate. "He's good," you began, glancing away, "Actually, I'm really excited since Lucifer is having his first child."