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jellyfishoreo1206 · 3 days ago

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04/11/25; 06:45pm

dante sparda x fem.reader

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@luneariaa ✨

thinking about surprising dante sparda with a new set of lingerie.

being the absolute oaf and himbo that he is, you were certain that your hunter boyfriend didn’t have the slightest clue as to what the significance of today’s date was and how it marked a year of being together.

night had long since fallen, and you were still in the middle of trying on your new lingerie set. as you pull on the thin straps, you take a look at your reflection in the mirror. red and ebony silk hugs your body to perfection, leaving little to the imagination as you felt the heat against your cheeks.

this felt ridiculous-

and you had a feeling you couldn’t pull this off at all. looking down at the length of your legs, you heave out another sigh. perhaps what was missing was the matching pair of stiletto heels. settling yourself on the bed, you pick up the shoes and slide your feet inside while fastening the straps, allowing the stilettos to add that final touch to your overall outfit.

but there was just one tiny problem-

you had trouble getting back up on your feet.

clinging to the mattress, you stand back to your full height, yet your ankles kept shaking with each step that you took. with slow and easy steps, you came out of your bedroom with a poise that was reminiscent of a newborn deer. as you cling to the wall for support, you began regretting your life choices when the sounds of the door unlocking makes you freeze on the spot.

“i’m home babe-“

dante greets you with a cocky grin, yet it was immediately wiped off the moment he sees you. bags of what you assumed were chinese food lands on the ground, with dante’s eyes darkening considerably when he slams the door shut. hearing the latch turn on the lock, dante takes quick strides towards you, “who’s got you lookin’ all dolled up and pretty for them, hm?”

you swallow thickly, weakly gesturing toward the bag of ruined food, “dante, the food-“

he ends up trapping you against the wall with his body, slamming his fist right next to your head, “fuck the food, i wanna know who you’re dressed up for. has some bastard been sneaking into this apartment, wanting a taste of you? do i need to kill somebody-“

thanks to the height of your heels, you manage to reach dante with ease, pressing a kiss against his chapped lips in hopes of calming him down, “i wore this for you, you idiot. or did you forget that today was our one year anniversary?”

he visibly relaxes, wrapping an arm around your waist before carrying you back into the bedroom, “aw babygirl, you should have said so from the start. and of course i didn’t forget our anniversary, what d’ya think the chinese food was for?”

you roll your eyes at him, “and you just ruined it by dropping it on the floor…”

“nah angel, i didn’t ruin it. i just found something far more delicious that i’d like to eat.” with your shared bed in view, dante tosses you against the mattress, watching with dilated eyes as your body bounces against the bed.

he takes a moment to admire your form, eyes raking down your body while taking in the pretty ribbons and lace that surrounds you. feeling like you were burning from beneath his gaze, you trail your eyes down toward the center of his legs, already noticing the visible tent in them.

with a sly grin, you sit back in bed, stretching out your leg so that the tip of your heel made contact with his clothed erection. you earn a low hiss from the powerful man above you, “careful darling, ‘cause you’re playing with fire.”

spreading your legs wide open for him, dante ends up kneeling before you, basking in the scent that wafts off of your center. from where his hungry gaze lands, he could see the dark stain on your lingerie and how it made the material appear sheer. the outline of your pretty pussy made his mouth water when he surges forward, planting his lips over the gusset as he began greedily sucking you through your lingerie.

his tongue kept flicking at your swollen clit, making you cry out to him. he kept tracing at your outer lips with the tip of his tongue, making your legs instinctively open wider for him. your hands grip at dante’s silvery locks of hair, unable to believe that a demon could bring you so close to heaven.

“mmm, fuck, you taste s’fucking good f’me.” he places one last kiss against your barely clothed center, practically drunk off the taste of you when he hurriedly takes off his red trench coat, tossing it aside before tearing off the rest of his clothes. the fall to the ground in a messy pile, revealing his perfectly sculpted body and his proud cock standing stiff and tall for you.

your mouth waters as the sight, feeling desperate to taste him. attempting to sit up, you were all too willing to get on your knees for him when he stops you. binding your wrists together with his large hands, he smirks down at you, eyebrows furrowed together in concentration. tracing your figure, he lets out a disappointed sigh, “as much as i enjoy seeing you in such pretty ribbons and lace, i’d much rather fuck you naked.”

those words serve as a final warning, with dante ripping apart your flimsy lingerie with one swift motion. you gasp at the sight of it being torn to shreds. “dante! i spent good money on that…!”

“i’ll buy you a new one later.” he emphasizes, tracing the tip of his cock against your center when a wolfish grin paints his handsome expression. “actually, i have a better idea.”

he suddenly flips you so that you were now the one hovering over him, his cock felt hitting at your inner thighs as you mewl in response. he admires the sight of your bare form, tracing down the length of your sides before giving your ass a loud smack!

the impact nearly makes you fall forward, with dante still giving you his cocky grin as he rubs his cock against your backside. shivers began running down your spine when his sinful voice whispers in your ear, “as an anniversary present, why don’t you give this cock a good ride while wearin’ those damn stilettos. just seeing you in nothin’ but those heels is making my cock so damn hard for you, babygirl.”

you were left panting now, planting your hands against his hard wall of muscle as you slide your core back and forth on his cock. the sensation of your arousal felt dripping down on him makes the half-demon toss his head back in response. “yeah baby, that’s it, that’s it, wet my cock with your juices, make it that much easier to slide my cock in.”

his sinful words made you lose control-

tossing aside your inhibitions when you take a hold of his shaft with your hand. you slap his girthy cock against your entrance, teasing him for a brief moment before keeping it still for you. when his tip was felt sliding into your heat, you tossed your head back while proceeding to slam your hips down on him.

when he was fully sheathed within you, you took a moment to bask in how full you felt. his cock kept pulsating within your slick heat, making pinpricks of pleasure course through your veins. squeezing him for good measure, you slowly lay back before swirling your hips up and down his cock, giving dante a bit of a show each time his cock slides in and out of your cunt. a low growl was heard each time your body descended upon him, taking him inch by breathtaking inch as you found yourself unable to stop.

while you moved down on him, dante continued to meet your downwards thrusts with his own upward one, neck straining with each tilt of your hips as he continues fucking himself into you.

“best.” thrust! “goddamn.” thrust! “anniversary.” thrust! “gift.” thrust! “ever!!”

“ngh! dante! dante fuck! this feels so fucking good!” you cried out to him, movements turning sloppier now as you began chasing your high.

your clit manages to catch on to his thick cock, sending new waves of pleasure to course through you. you could feel your abdomen tighten with an incoming release. feeling dante’s cock buried to the hilt inside of you causes the cord to snap, with your climax taking over your body in its entirety.

you go stiff for a brief moment before turning into putty mere seconds later. you could feel your walls clamping down on dante’s cock, with him stilling his hips. he shoots his seed into you, an almost feral desire to paint your womb white with his cum as his eyes flash red. biting down on his bottom lip, he allows his cock to pump you full of his seed, feeling it twitch before pinning you back down against the bed.

a devilish grin paints his expression when he tosses both of your legs up against his shoulder. your eyes were completely clouded over, giving in to your hedonistic needs as dante allows the blood to return to his cock, further hardening it before moving against you once more. “let’s just enjoy our anniversary and hope for more years together to come. hah, get it? to come? like i’m about to make you cum over and over again in the next couple of hours?”

instead of answering him with words, you wrap both of your arms around his neck, bringing his lips down as you swallowed the rest of his cocky words with a searing kiss.

extended epilogue

sometime in the morning, dante eventually manages to pull out of you, salvaging what was left of the chinese food as he manages to microwave some lo mein noodles with beef and broccoli. you share the food in bed together, your naked back pressed against his chest as you passed the carton of food back and forth.

when the boxes were empty, you heard dante clear his throat, indicating that he had something to say to you. you meet his gaze and ran the back of your hand against his defined cheekbone. “what is it?”

he clears his throat again, appearing more sheepish than usual, “ah, there’s actually something i wanted to give you.”

your eyes go wide, “r-really? but i thought you were the type to keep this relationship… i don’t know… more lowkey….? just taking it day by day to see where it takes us?”

dante rolls his eyes, “yeah well, maybe things change, alright?”

you were speechless now, watching as dante kept the sheets wrapped around his waist as he rummaged through his nightstand. he found what he was looking for and turns back to look at you, “close your eyes, okay?”

being the best girlfriend that you were, you dutifully closed your eyes and waited. you felt his warm breath against your skin before a weight was felt around your neck.

“okay, you can open ‘em.”

you open your eyes, noticing something red and glittering settled between your chest. you gasp in response, hands trembling as you placed the ruby red gemstone within the palm of your hand. “dante… it’s beautiful.”

“yeah, i know.” he takes your body and places you back on his lap, “my mom gave that to me when i was young, and she always told me to keep it safe. it’s been my greatest treasure for the longest time-“

“and now, i have another one of my greatest treasures to share it with.”

you meet his gaze, heart filled to the brim with warmth and love for him. he gives you one of his rare, genuine smiles, making him appear younger as his clear blue eyes shone with a clarity that makes your breathing hitch in response.

“so… let’s make this last forever, okay?”

unable to answer him with words, you lean forward, allowing dante to capture your lips in a fervent kiss that seals your promise of forever.

end notes: mannnnn i love dante so much 😭 this is currently unedited, but ill make any necessary changes soon once it’s posted !!

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

#top TIER I'M SAYING #love this sownenme #omg I'm fanning myself rn #🥴🥴#smut #x reader

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jellyfishoreo1206 · 4 days ago

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Reposting some old DMC stuff, so here’s Dante with a creampie kink 😉😉

It wasn’t a kink that Dante had ever really considered before. He’d decided early on that he couldn’t trust other people, or his own fucked up heritage. He played it safe, always using condoms on the very rare occasions that he bothered having penetrative sex with someone that could get pregnant. Most of the time he just ended up using his fingers or his mouth anyway, the size of his cock scaring off many of his partners.

He’d enjoyed it in porn, the way the camera would zoom in once the dude finished inside, focusing on the thick liquid that slowly dripped from well fucked holes. He’d never sought it out though, never searched for it specifically. He wouldn’t have listed it as one of his kinks, until he met you of course.

You let him come inside of you. Every. Single. Time. Multiple times a day you would climb him and sink down bare onto his cock. Every time that he held your hips and worried his teeth on your neck as he slid deep inside was raw. He should have some restraint, should have made some attempt to pull out the first few times. But you’d never told him that he had to, or expressed any sort of concern. He figured you must have all of it figured out, and well, he was so addicted to your velvety walls that he wasn’t sure that he could stop himself.

That’s what he told himself anyway, so he didn’t feel guilty. He’s always a little bit concerned about it of course, until the tight heat of you is squeezing his cock and he loses the ability to think.

On the rare occasions that he still has some of his mind remaining when he’s with you, inside of you. Those rare occasions that maybe he actually intends to pull out and paint your soft skin with streaks of white. Well, he loses that train of thought once you start whispering in his ear, or screaming his name. He can’t take it, when you beg for him to come inside of you. When you beg for him to fill you with his seed, to breed you, mark you and claim you as his own.

How is anyone supposed to resist that? Dante doesn’t know anyone that would be able to. He can’t, especially not as a half devil with not just his human side having a breeding kink, but his other side having one too.

Your body is so hot, so welcoming. He can’t control himself. It’s an urge, an instinct, to bury himself all the way to the hilt and claim you from the inside, to mark you deep inside as his.

You absolutely exhaust him. Somehow. Most of the time afterwards he’s practically falling straight to sleep. Sometimes though, sometimes he’s conscious enough to keep going. To move between your legs and watch his seed drip out from your hot little hole, stretched out from the girth of his cock. He likes to watch it run down your thighs, to scoop it up and push it back inside of you. The sight makes him hungry for more.

Maybe hungry for too much more. The sight makes the creature that slumbers inside of him come alive. He knows that you can handle him, but he still worries about letting that beast free.

He wants to pin you down and fuck you until you can’t remember your own name, or his. He wants you to not even be able to scream for him. He wants to fuck you until you’re so full of his come that he can hear it sloshing around inside of you. Fuck you until it’s gushing out around his cock in desperate waves as you spasm and come over and over again.

He wants to eat you out, to clean his come from your hole at the same time as pushing it back in. He wants to gorge himself on the taste of you, the combination of your release and his. The conflicting urges drive him utterly mad, his instincts fighting with his rational mind.

He doesn’t want to lose control like that around you. He doesn’t want to risk hurting you, just because of some kink that he barely even understands. So he keeps himself together, keeps holding back the beast that simmers underneath the surface everytime your soft walls hug his cock, and just hopes that it doesn’t break free

#smut #x reader #oh my...🥴🤤

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jellyfishoreo1206 · 10 days ago

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PLEASE DUCK OF CREATIVITY

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jellyfishoreo1206 · 10 days ago

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#rottmnt #what a great start to my day

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jellyfishoreo1206 · 10 days ago

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@aka-indulgence how do you respond to the allegations 🎤

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jellyfishoreo1206 · 10 days ago

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The Fool

Fool and GITM belong to @venomous-qwille

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jellyfishoreo1206 · 10 days ago

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I DO IT FOR HIM!! I make my fan comic for him!!!! Mini-SHELLDON the most important character in my heart!

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jellyfishoreo1206 · 12 days ago

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Continuation of this... But can be read as a standalone fic!

It started with dreams. Vivid visions of him in your sleep. The first time it happened, you thought it's because you consumed too much of the media he's in, comics, shows, movies, games, it's only natural that you see him here too. As a fan, you're ecstatic that he's in front of you, but he seems to feel more strongly about that.

The first time it happened, you two stood in a white void, with him looking haggard, panting to catch his breath and looking at you with wide blown eyes. He tried to reach out with shaky hands but the moment he touched you, you woke up.

The second time has him calmer than the earlier encounter. You two are still in that white void, but instead of immediately going to your side, you two sat in front of each other, fidgeting to pass time. He didn't spoke, just stared at you. You wonder if your brain can't conjure a voice due to how many actors that played him before.

If you much tried to move a muscle, his eyes snaps at you, ready to act at the slightest movement. Why is he so... jittery? He looks like he's close to a breakdown whenever he looks at you.

"___?"

He broke at the sound of his name from your lips.

You woke up after that.

Your weird dreams came frequently after, unlike the occasional, once-a-month appearance. Your silent and awkward exchanges continued for a few more nights, but he gradually got better at communicating, for better or for worse, and you two finally had a decent conversation on the fifth night. You wonder why he was so nervous back then? If there's someone who's supposed to be tweaking, it's you. He's... HIM! HE'S RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU—!

Your brain seem to have him as the main reference for what to show you every night. You thank yourself for that, being able to see him even when you're asleep is a plus points in your book, no matter how weird he acts when you meet. Besides, you get to actually know him beyond the media he's in, even if you're debating that whatever he said are just headcanons conjured in your head.

But looking back, it feeds in the pain of your heart. You'd long accepted that he doesn't exist, that his fate is already written and that he'll continue to live even after you're gone. For every issue, for every author, you've seen how his life unfold, his partners and families. You're just a reader, a fan, who observes everything from the sidelines, forever unknown to the person you admire.

Every time you read a new issue or watch another episode, you can't help that your eyes follows him. Was this how he felt when you meet in your dreams? You remember how your comics seems to show you strange panels, does that apply to the shows too? That sounds ridiculous, there's only one show that everyone's watching right now, he can't possibly—

Your breath hitched when he looked at the audience. Was that supposed to happen? Why is he looking like he's in pain? Why is he smiling like that?

A tear falls from your eye.

Tonight, you decided to talk to him. Even if it's a dream, at least you'll be able to have closure in this tragic love of yours. Again, you found yourself opening your eyes in that strange void you first met him with.

He looks excited, rushing to hug you the moment you appeared, with a big smile on his face. He's talking about something about a way over? A bridge, or a connection, you don't hear much over your own thoughts. You need to end this, this isn't healthy.

With a tired sigh, you slowly pull him into a hug, cutting his rambling off, which he happily reciprocated, nuzzling to your hair as he whispers how happy he is now that he can go meet you.

You need to put a stop to this.

Pulling away, you look up at him and with a sad smile, thanked him for all those times he made you happy. He was one of the driving forces for you to continue and be where you are now. You're happy that he appears in your dreams but you tell him that these dreams should stop. With trembling lips, you say that you love him and will always do, even if you two live in different worlds, even if you two can never be. You're happy just being able to watch him from afar.

...He doesn't know what to do. You're crying while smiling up at him. You want this rendezvous to end? Weren't you also happy to see him? This way of meeting was just a temporary solution, he just told you that he's now got a way over your world!

This won't do, you don't believe that he's real. You think that this is just a figment of your imagination. ...Alright. He knows how to fix this. You want these dreams to end? It will.

He gently grabbed your shoulders, snapping you out of your tears and leaning in to press a kiss on your lips.

Ah.

This is a nice way to end a dream, you think.

This is your closure.

You woke up that day with tear stains on your face.

Reaching out for your phone, your fingers instinctively moved to look up fanmade media of him before you stopped short, maybe you should take a break from him. You basically just broke up with him in your dream, hadn't you? Even if you two weren't really in a relationship.

Chuckling over your sad state, you tried acting like everything is normal. It's time to move on! You shouldn't cling on someone who doesn't exist and probably doesn't even know you! Though, despite everything, you see him everywhere, through the whispers of you friends about the new chapters, his name called through the crowd, which ended up being someone else's name, the ads you see whenever you're watching something else, it's relentless!

It's impossible to be free from him, huh...

You came back after a while, opening your laptop to catch up with the episodes you missed, the memories of those nights slowly fading into obscurity, you felt silly that you missed all these releases over some dreams. They were nothing but figments of your imagination, yet you made a pretty big deal out of them.

There's an extra episode after the season finale. A video with no thumbnail but has your first name as its title. Upon inspection, you found out that it's a private video only visible to you.

He smiles from the other side of the camera, it's a recording, a sloppy one at that. He looks disheveled, eyes puffy like he cried, but he looks at the recorder with so much love that it makes your heart ache. To whom is this video for? A tribute to someone? A special episode for a character? But all thought goes down the drain when he utters your name.

Suddenly, you're find yourself back to the white void, but being in his shoes. His voice sounds unsure, but his eyes didn't wavered. Hearing him say your name made the dam break. This time, you listened as you cried silently, tears flowing uncontrollably while your eyes never leaving the screen. He needed a catalyst, he said. Something in your world that will activate the spell from over his place to open the bridge.

He apologizes for scaring you, for not explaining everything properly and for being selfish. He really wants to be with you, and that made him reckless. So, he gave you space. Time for you to mull it over and decide for yourself if he's real or not. Whatever your decision will be, he'll accept it. If you refuse, he'll leave you alone and you can forget everything happened. But if you agree... He just smiled.

The video ends with him declaring that he loves you, with a pop up application with two choices, a yes and a no. That nerd, since when did he hacked in your laptop? Laughing at the absurdity of the situation and at the revelation that he's real after all, you pressed yes.

Droplets of your tears flew to the air when you whipped your head behind you, a portal opening with a crack. On the other side, there he stood, equally surprised at the sight.

Quickly, you stood up from your chair, running up to him. You haven't even taken a few steps when he ran to the portal and to your room, hugging your form and burying his face on the crook of your neck. Ah, so this is how he feels like.

Tangible, in your arms. You can smell a faint scent of perfume. He's in his civilian clothes, was he at home? He clearly wasn't expecting this with the way he clung to you, voice shaky as he confesses that he thought you gave up. That he still clung to the small hope that you'll see his message. That you'll say yes and accept him.

A kiss was shared when you two pulled away, tearful smiles and words of affection spilled as the two of you clung to the person you loved. For him, you're the consistent guiding light in his life.

For you, he's the guy who crossed realms just to be with you.

#I'M CRYING???#my standards keep getting higher jsbdndkdkr #x reader

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