#DMC Dante x reader

[ariseur]

Can I request dmc guys jealousy headcanons, if thats something youd be interested in writing? 👀

dmc guys jealousy hc’s 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

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intended lowercase, kinda spoilers for dmc5 in nero’s hcs (?), mentions of possessiveness and obv jealousy, lmk if i missed anything!! 💕

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓓ANTE — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ for DANTE, i feel like he trusts you deeply and wouldn’t get jealous as easily as maybe, say— vergil?

❥ he’s pretty confident in your relationship but on the off chance he does get jealous, he’ll let it play out for awhile as he watches from afar.

❥ he’ll play it off as a joke, but if the person starts getting a little too touchy, he’ll ‘casually’ slide in with an arm around your waist and a kiss on your jaw, looking into the person’s eyes while you giggle at the sudden affection.

❥ dante would lowkey try to one-up them on the down low. oh, they buy you a drink? dante’s buying you ten. they compliment your hair? dante’s in your ear telling you how gorgeous you look today.

❥ and it’s not like he feels like he needs to give you false compliments just to one-up the other person, he just finds it amusing the way their jaw clenches when they see dante muttering in your ear while his eyes lock on them, a shit eating grin glued to his face because he knows what he’s doing.

❥ if you leave for whatever reason, dante might ‘accidentally’ make the person uncomfortable if they don’t get the hint already just by his tone. he’ll make passive aggressive comments if they’ve been getting too touchy, maybe nudge them a little too hard in the ribs or grip their shoulder a bit too tight at a ‘really funny joke’.

❥ dante does trust you though, it’s only when the person starts to get physical is when it becomes more of a problem. his energy speaks volumes, so you can tell if he has underlying intentions just from his smile.

❥ he’ll try to act friendly, albeit still a little petty, even if you know them personally. an arm slung across your shoulder or your waist along with scattered kisses across your face and shoulder is his main go-to. dante’s main goal is either for them to get the hint or for your mind to be occupied on him only.

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓥ERGIL — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ now VERGIL.. vergil is much more intimidating with his reactions. once he spots someone chatting it up with you and getting a little too close, he’s there in an instant.

❥ the only difference between him and dante’s reaction is that fact that vergil silently brews, eyes burning holes through the person as he watches quietly. he’ll take a seat next to you as his eyes never leave them, even once you greet him when he sits with you— just his piercing gaze staring them down.

❥ he swears that he doesn’t get jealous, that’s he’s better than whatever assumption you’re implying, oh my my! how dare you assume such things about this son of sparda?

❥ but alas, vergil gets hella jealous.

❥ it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, he’s just very possessive over you. and it’s not like he’ll keep you locked away for him and him only, either. it’s simply a matter that involves his own ego and i don’t know if it’s some demon thing, but he just craves your scent. that, or his scent on you. just something that tells people that you’re his and he’s yours.

❥ if the person doesn’t take the hint after the abundance in glares that vergil throws at them, he’ll start making remarks. nothing too serious, just initiating some sort of confrontation if he sees that you’re uncomfortable. if you don’t seem annoyed or bothered by it, vergil will second-guess it and leave you to your own devices, trusting that you’ll handle it at some point.

❥ i doubt anybody would try vergil, so i wouldn’t even consider that a possibility. he’s a devil hunter that’s over six feet tall with a fit body and yamato sheathed in his back pocket, nobody in their right mind would fuck with him.

❥ vergil obviously knows to be logical, though. he doesn’t let his emotions get the better of him during this time and hopes that you’ll know how to handle it yourself. although, he definitely wouldn’t mind scaring the person off a little more.

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓝ERO — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ i honestly doubt that this man can keep his mouth shut. NERO just struggles with not making a stupid smartass remark every second.

❥ nero definitely has some insecurities that he buries, often only coming out in shorts bursts of when he can’t take it anymore. these jabs and quips that he makes are his form of concealing the fact that he’s insecure about himself and his abilities, especially if this is during or post-to-finding-out-who-his-father-is.

❥ i wouldn’t say he’s aggressive, but his mouth would def get him into big trouble. if he saw that you looked uncomfortable with the person or they started getting too touchy with you, he literally teleports next to you and greets you with a chaste cheek kiss. if you seemed okay with it, though, he’d try his best to brush it off but still glance at you every once in awhile (and by that i mean literally every minute) just to check on you.

❥ if he does decide to sit with you and just listen in on the conversation, he’ll basically just be hovering over you awkwardly. there are two ways this’ll go, either nero’s going to act all nonchalant like he doesn’t care even though he has a keen eye on whoever’s flirting with you (like father like son)— or he’s going to be really clingy with you.

❥ not really physically clingy, but more so clingy in the way where he’ll follow you around like a dog with heart eyes the whole time. even after you’ve stopped talking to the person.

❥ (he’s just like that, guys.)

❥ i think he gets a tiny bit butthurt afterwards though. i mean, he’s been called dead weight and basically has been looked down upon by both his father and his uncle, essentially being seen almost as a pest during the duration of dmc5.

❥ help this boy please, he def needs it

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓥 — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ im sorry but i cannot see V as a jealous person

❥ i think v is a very calm natured guy, and i think he has a lot of faith in you. he trusts that you’ll be able to make the right choice in the end, and he knows that you wouldn’t just up and cheat on him or leave him out of the blue. he knows you know better and so he leaves you be.

❥ though.. it doesn’t hurt to watch from afar, does it?

❥ v is also an observer, he watches the interactions between you two as he studies both of your body languages. it’s not like he thinks you’ll do anything, it’s just his nature.

❥ griffon would definitely tease him about looking at you so much, squawking out nonsense as he calls v whipped for you.

❥ if he sees that you’re uncomfortable or you want to get out of the conversation— it can go a few different ways.

❥ one of the scenarios, for instance, would consist of him closing his book as he gets up and he walks over to the two of you. he’d greet you sweetly, side-eyeing the person in front of you as he kisses your hand. maybe he’d take a seat next to you just to let the person know that he’s watching. and if that didn’t work, griffon would certainly scare them off just by his yapping.

“shit, a bow tie? really? was your torso too wide for a tie or what?”

❥ overall, v isn’t a jealous person in general. however, he does love you enough to help you when you’re in need of a knight in shining armor. even if that knight is a gothic poet with an annoying bird and a panther at his side.

[cerezzzita]

⠀🍓 ˖ . ᵎᵎ Dante & Vergil & their petnames for you

notes: I RISE!! We've been in mute mode for a whole freaking year (last fic was uploaded in October 1st, I am so sorry) but we're back in action once more, everybody please clap! This is a random and simple headcanon post, with pure fluffy and romantism, nothing more. Enjoy the ride!

♡ tags: fluffy, gender-neutral reader, no use of you/yours (it's just a silly post this time ueeeeee), no reader's appearance description, petnames, Dante & Vergil are on their fours for ya <3

ⓘ gif's not mine!!

Dante calls you:

Babe/baby (the most classic one let's be honest here)

Princess/Prince/Royalty

Sugar/Sugarcube

My Rose

Sweetie/Sweetheart

Angel/Angelcake

Honey

Honeybun (if he's feeling too lovey-dovey)

Honeypie (if he's feeling way too lovey-dovey)

Love

Hot-stuff

Boo

Berry-boo (I can't with this man)

Legendary Devil Lover

Cowgirl/Cowboy

ⓘ gif's not mine!!

Vergil calls you:

Darling/Dear/Dearest

Little Dove

Love

Little Minx (if you're up to something ehehehe)

Sweetheart (only used in private because he's not a man of PDA like his brother)

Angel

Honey

My Queen/King (watch out he's feeling ultra romantic)

Sapphire

My Blossom

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[skyeconch]

Y/N : I’ve never met anyone like you

Dante : awww ur too kind

Y/N : like genuinely

Y/N : it’s insane how “different” you are

Y/N : don’t take this the wrong way but I feel like you should have a disorder named after you

[icycoldninja]

How would dmc guys carry their partners? ❤️

Dante: Over-the-shoulder. He treats you like a sack of potatoes and thinks it's hilarious.

Vergil: Bridal style. He's authentic and romantic; gentle, yet supportive.

Nero: Piggy-back rides. You guys are basically the dream Disney Channel couple, except edgier and more violent than your average youngsters.

V: Physically cannot carry you. The most he can do is kinda drag you along with your arm over his shoulder like you hurt your ankle or something. Anything else is impossible.

[actuallysaiyan]

Can I get prompt 4 with Dante as person A? 👀👀

event here.

word count: 0.6k warnings: smut, oral sex(fem receiving), mentions of bodily fluids, Dante is pussywhipped, fluffy sort of. pairings: Dante x Fem!Reader prompt: Person A waking up Person B in the morning by working their mouth below the belt.

Dante finds lots of comfort in you. You two met at a bar one night, and after you had one too many drinks, he took good care of you. Someone who started out as a knight in shining armor has become the love of your life. With many happy years gone by, Dante never gets tired of being intimate with you. He often finds himself thinking about the sexy things you’ve done together whenever he’s gone on long missions.

He had just come back to you last night, and while you were dying to get your hands on him, he was just too tired to perform correctly. You and Dante decided on a nice meal, a hot shower and then snuggling in bed to celebrate him coming home in one piece. You know that tomorrow will be something different. He would be able to ravish you in the ways he truly loves doing.

His eyes flutter open as he wakes up from such a sweet slumber. You’re still sleeping, a little bit of drooling dripping down the corner of your mouth. Dante chuckles to himself as he sees just how relaxed you are. You’re always so relaxed whenever he comes home and you can sleep with him in your bed. Nothing beats being able to hold your sexy half-devil lover.

Calmly and quietly, Dante rolls you onto your back. He’s got a plan for this. You’ve been waiting days to be able to see him, and now he is going to worship you the way he enjoys best. His eyes watch you carefully as he peels off the pajama pants you chose to wear last night. You stir once more, but you never wake up. With your glistening cunt on display to him, he has to suppress his grunts and growls.

Large, calloused hands spread your thighs and your eyes flutter open slightly. You’re about to look down and say something, but you let out the cutest little moan as Dante begins lapping at your sweet nectar. He hates being away from you even for a short amount of time, so he’ll show you exactly how much he loves being between your thighs.

You let out a few gasps before your fingers begin tangling in his snow white hair. Dante finally lets out the grunt he was holding in, and he leans in even further to fully bury his gorgeous face between your thighs. Sweet sounds of love fall from your parted lips as the stubble on his face lightly scratches your thighs. This is honestly one of the best ways of waking up.

“‘Morning, baby…” he murmurs against the warm skin of your thigh. “Thought I’d show you what you’ve been missin’ since I was away.”

You can barely think of the right(and coherent) words to say to him. You just let out a small plea for him to continue, and he chuckles gently. The vibrations go right to your clit, making you buck up a little. Dante keeps your thighs spread, and he dives right back into your drooling hole. His tongue plunges into your tight hole, wanting nothing more than to taste the sweet nectar straight from the source.

You pant and gasp as his tongue works you up expertly to such an intense climax. The heels of your feet dig into the old mattress as you try to grind against his mouth to get just a little more of that sweet pleasure. It’s not long before you feel the coil in your stomach ready to snap, and the muscles in your thighs begin to tense.

“Dante!” you cry out.

He smirks and looks up at you, “I know, baby. I got you.”

One more swipe of his tongue on your aching bud has you cumming hard. Waves of pleasure crash over you, sending you into a blissful state. You whine and whimper, practically humping his face. Dante is in utter heaven whenever you cum so hard like this on his face. Slowly, you come down from such an intense high and Dante looks up at you with love in his eyes.

“I’m so glad I’m home with you…”

[lexsssu]

Fan (Dante)

TAGS: Dante/F!reader, lactation kink, pregnancy kink, breeding, smut, drabble Ao3 ver. | Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN)

Iɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ ғɪɴᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴏᴡ ᴏғ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʟʏ ɪʀʀᴇsɪsᴛɪʙʟᴇ.

“Mmmmm…can’t keep my hands to myself when you look so sexy waddling around like that, babe. ”

Dante never really thought about having kids, nor did he ever think he’d have a kink for MILFs. But of course, life did love proving him wrong time and time again, especially when it served him a positive pregnancy test from his lover. Safe to say that he finally pulled out the ring he’d long been planning on presenting you, unwilling to not take responsibility for the two most precious things in his life.

“Never been into MILFs, but if it’s you? Consider me your number one fan~”

The devil hunter’s big, rough hands palmed at your hefty tits through the fabric of the shirt you’d appropriated from his side of the closet, pinching your puffy nipples and groaning when droplets of milk moistened the cloth. 

Having heightened demon sense was normally a blessing, especially in his profession, but being able to smell your intoxicating scent that emanated from both your cunt and milk-filled tits regularly tested his self-restraint as your pregnancy progressed.

“I’m sure you won’t mind if I have a ‘lil taste, right? Don’t worry, I won’t leave you thirsty either…”

With your arms wrapped around his neck, his own lips busy sloppily slurping at your left breast while his hand played with the other, and your pussy stuffed full with his cock, there is no place Dante would rather be.

[daisy-throat]

Nothin' like puppy lovin'

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Mdni!!

Dante Sparda x Puppy!hybrid fem-reader

Word count: like, 6.7k

A/N: Not proofread, don't really like this bc i tried out a diff style so sorry if it's clunky!!

Content warning: Slight angst, nsfw, smut, adult magazines, dirty talk, fingering, p in v, that's it, I think?

Summary: As much as Dante craves to kiss you awake in the mornings and run his tongue over the points of your canine teeth, he can't bring himself to touch you like he wants. Doesn't want to hurt or scare away his precious puppy girl all because he's horny and can't keep himself in check. You are his sanctuary. His reprieve from all things demonic. Dante can come home to you, to your soft warm ears and wagging tail and feel normal. You're one of the few good things in his life and he doesn't want to fuck that up.

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When Dante first took you in it was just for the night. He had no intention of keeping you. He already had a hard time taking proper care of himself and keeping the lights on at home. Couldn't envision taking care of a hybrid because he didn't know much about them and the care required.

When he found you, you were scampering away from a few stray demons to hide behind some dumpters, whimpering and whining behind the thick metal in fear. He slaughtered the demons quickly and he whistled to call you out from hiding, softened his voice to persuade you. "C'mon, I won't hurt ya. Those monsters are gone."

Dante saw your head peek out and caught sight of your cute button ears. He smiled, beckoned you out and over with a wave of his hand. He watched as you slowly emerged from behind the dumpsters, head down as you stared at the cold ground of the dark alley. You brought your hands up to wipe away tears, sniffling a little. He took in the sight of your drooping, still tail almost tucked completely between your legs, your little puppy ears pulled back. Dante's eyes drank in your state, hair and fur disheveled. Your clothes were stained and hung ill on your frame. Homeless and scared. It struck something within in him, made his heart heavy. You were too cute, seemed too sweet to be on your own the way you were. He sighed, the sound quiet in the cool air between the two of you. "You hurt?"

You shook your head, gaze still cast down. "Got a home pup?" Dante asked although he already knew the answer.

"No." You mumbled, sounding so lost and defeated. It was late. The shelters were closed. It wouldn't hurt to take you in for the night, he thought. He'd call around and find one for you tomorrow. Giving you a warm place to stay for the night and finding a shelter was the least he could do, right? So, Dante took you home. Introduced himself to you on the way. He found your constant skeptical side-eyeing both amusing and a little heart breaking. You quietly told him your name after he ordered pizza and he watched you take a seat beside him on the leather sofa to eat. You'd scarfed the pizza down quick and messy and it made Dante laugh. Which earned him a little twitch of your puppy ears and the faintest of smiles. It warmed his heart although he tried to ignore it.

"You... fight those monsters?" You asked him with an endearing tilt of your head. At least your tail wasn't tucked between your legs anymore. Rather it swished occassionally over the leather in curiosity as Dante explained a little about his job, leaving out his past and family.

After dinner was over Dante managed to find an old long sleeved shirt for you to wear so he could throw your clothes in the wash. He even cut a hole into the back for your tail. The sight of your hands swallowed up by the long sleeves, the too large collar revealing your right shoulder and collarbone... it was too much. You were too cute, even with your hair still tangled and dirty. You were worming your way into Dante's heart and you didn't even know it. He tried to push those feelings down, the desire to keep you. He told himself he couldn't take care of you like you needed, like you deserved. Dante brought blankets down and you slept on the couch. In the morning he took your clothes from the dryer and as you went to the bathroom to change he took a seat at his desk. He made a few calls to shelters and found one with openings all the while guilt chewed at his insides.

The car ride to the shelter was relatively silent save for your soft spoken, borderline choked up "Thank you, Dante." that tore him up inside. He walked you in and took a look around at the cages down the yellowed hall with its peeling wallpaper. The atmosphere was unbearably heavy. Thick with despair. He glanced down at you as he waited for the receptionist to return. There it was, that same sad defeated expression on your pretty face and Dante knew he couldn't stand the thought of you being in a cage. He made his decision. He wanted you to have a home and he'd give you it.

Once the receptionist returned to the front desk he grabbed a few papers about puppy hybrids and turned right back around, taking your hand in his.

"Y-you're... keeping me?" You asked as you followed him back to the car, hope in your voice and happiness clear in the wag of your tail. Dante grinned. "Yep! Get in sweetheart."

Dante brought you back home and you were all bright smiles. He bathed you before taking you shopping for some essentials. He'd completed a job a couple of days prior and had the money to get you a few outfits, a large dog bed to use while he worked on setting up a room for you, and even a stuffie you had picked out.

That's how Dante ended up with a precious puppy girl.

Several months have passed since that day and he's taken up extra work just to spoil you. Buying you cute outfits and plushies galore as well as things to decorate your room. Not that you sleep in there much. You typically sleep with Dante these days, crawling into his bed and cuddling up to him at the end of the day. His little puppy just can't sleep fine on her own, can she?

Dante expected it all to be difficult but it's surprisingly easy to take care of you. Impossible not to love you. It's his own twisted desires he struggles with. You're just so precious and loving it makes him hard. Dante has to fight the temptation to snake a hand under your dress and into the waistband of your panties to rub your clit every time you sit on his lap for tummy rubs. Struggles not to grind his cock against your ass in the mornings. Shit he even impulsively purchased a filthy magazine two weeks ago all because a hybrid model within has the same color fur as yours and the same ear shape. He doesn’t look at it much because it only makes it all the harder to control himself.

Cold showers have become too common, an almost daily occurrence. His time spent under the cold spray varies. However long it takes to get his aching cock to soften and the fog of lust to dissipate. As much as Dante craves to kiss you awake in the mornings and run his tongue over the points of your canine teeth, he can't bring himself to touch you like he wants. Doesn't want to hurt or scare away his precious puppy girl all because he's horny and can't keep himself in check.

You are his sanctuary. His reprieve from all things demonic. Dante can come home to you, to your soft warm ears and wagging tail and feel normal. You're one of the few good things in his life and he doesn't want to fuck that up.

He's itching to get back to you, wanting to forget about the hurt the job in Fortuna dredged up and what better way to do that than cuddle with his puppy?

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The day Dante left for his latest job you couldn't help but follow him around the office as he gathered his gear, trailing behind him like a shadow. Your ears were drooped low as well as your tail. Dante left you to do jobs before but this time was different because he'd be particularly far and it made you nervous. Little whines threatened to crawl forth from your throat as you followed him to the door. Dante turned around and cupped your face in his hands. "I'll be back real soon sweetheart." He reassured before he leaned down and planted a lingering kiss to your forehead. Threw in a promise to take you out for a day when he got back with a ruffle to your hair before he walked out the door.

The promise kept your mind occupied and made your heart a fraction lighter. You did your best to keep yourself busy. Tidied your room and even did a load of laundry but your thoughts always drifted back to Dante's return. Devil May Cry just didn't feel the same without him. You slept in his bed but the blankets lacked the usual warmth and you missed the feel of his form at your back, the weight of his arm draped over your waist and the way he'd sleepily nose at the back of your hair in the mornings.

You aren't stupid though. Lately you have been waking to the feel of Dante's half-hard length pressing into your lower back or the curve of your ass, causing your heart to speed up and heat to swirl low in your tummy to dampen your panties. However, before you could muster the courage to give an experimental wiggle Dante would always untangle himself from you, mumbling something like, "I gotta get up, sweetheart."

Lazy mornings have become sparse much to your disappointment. He has been a little distant lately. No longer giving tummy rubs like he used to which is saddening as they're your favorite. You can't help but wonder if you are the problem, can't help but think Dante may be losing interest in you, becoming bored just as your old family had long ago when you were small. That heartsick feeling grows and combines with uncertainty to weigh your shoulders down.

It's early evening. The jukebox plays quietly in the background of the office area of Devil May Cry. You're sitting criss-cross on your old dog bed, having tucked it between the leather couch and the table. Your tail swishes lazily behind you as you scribble into a notebook, a thin stack of coloring books beneath it. Markers are scattered over the smooth dark wood of the coffee table, evidence of your effort to distract yourself. Currently you are making a list. You've already written down necessities like sponges, toilet paper, and hygiene products, made sure to put down your favorite shampoo. What about groceries? The fridge is a little empty. Milk, eggs, bread, and... what?

You bring the pink eraser of the pencil in your hand to your lips, tapping the rubber against your mouth in thought.

You pull the pencil away and press the graphite to the paper, putting the first three items down on the lines in cute, loopy handwriting. Treats come to mind and your tail wags a touch faster. Your fingers get as far as the 'e' in treat when the graphite breaks, the bit falling onto the notebook. You sigh in annoyance. Your eyes flit to the markers. The list would certainly look better in color rather than boring gray but... what if you mess up? You'd have to start your list all over...

You drop the pencil where it rolls from the notebook onto the coffee table. You stand up from your spot, stretching with a little groan before leaving the warm spot you created where you sat on your old dog bed. Your sock covered feet meet the wood flooring as you patter over to Dante's desk in search of a pencil sharpener, quietly hoping you'll find one. The one you had you lost a while back and your colored pencils are suffering as a result, sitting in the box in your nightstand dull and in need of sharpening.

You take a seat on the edge of the desk chair, your fingers go to the top left desk drawer and you pull it open. You really shouldn't be digging around like this, you aren't supposed to but it isn't like you're snooping or anything. You just need one small thing and as long as you put everything back exactly as it was, Dante'll never know. You lean forward to peer within. There is a folded up poster on top, the paper is thin and you catch a glimpse of a hip and the edge of black lace underwear as you neatly set the old poster on the desk. You remember when Dante's office had quite a few of these pinned to the walls but he took them all down the night he brought you home for good. Your old life seems like a distant memory now, faded and almost unreal.

With the poster out of the way you expect pens, envelopes and the like but there are a few magazines, almost certainly the same magazines the posters came from. It's a small stack that you reach and pluck out from the drawer. The top issue's cover is glossy and catches the light. A blonde woman is on the front, dressed in underwear that's more like a string and a tight white crop top, her nipples visible through the material.

Envy snakes around your heart and you frown. You'll never look like that, will never catch Dante's eye in the same way women on the cover will because you are a hybrid. You shake your head as if the action will dislodge your negative thoughts. You set the small stack of magazines down on the desk, wanting to just look in the drawer for a pencil sharpener so you can finish the grocery list and not spiral into negativity.

You pull out the drawer a little more to look inside. There's a deck of cards, a single poker chip, coins, and... you reach a hand in toward the back, fingers wrapping around thin wood. Yes! A pencil. You pull it out and inspect it, finding there to be a sharp point. How perfect!

You place the pencil on the dark wood of Dante's desk to grab the glossy stack of magazines. You pick them up but your hold is loose and as you move to set them in the drawer, the middle magazine slips free and falls to the floor. You groan, setting the stack in the drawer before leaning down to pluck the magazine from the floor. You pick it up and stand, not bothering to really look at it. With your empty hand you lift up the top issue in order to slide the magazine in between, wanting to put things back just as they were.

As you begin to slide the magazine back in place, you still, heart skipping a beat as your eyes fall on the magazine that you dropped. There's a puppy hybrid on the cover, face cradled in her hands as she lays on her stomach in a soft pink babydoll nightdress, stocking covered feet kicked up behind her. She's got the same button ears as you, the same color fur. Wait, does this mean... Dante likes hybrids? Hybrids like you? Your heart is much like a hummingbird in your chest as you pull the magazine back toward you. You open it, skipping the articles at the beginning, fingers flipping to the first page containing another picture of the hybrid model as if seeing more will somehow confirm your hope, somehow make your dreams a reality.

The page greets you with a view of the hybrid model face down and ass up on the bed. A man's hand is wrapped loosely around the base of her tail. Half her face is hidden and her dress is pushed up. With fur and ears like yours, has Dante thought of you like this? Your pulse quickens as heat rushes down your spine, warming your skin and causing an ache to form between your thighs. You swallow and with trembling hands you slide the magazine back into the drawer as well as the old poster before shutting it. You grab the pencil from the desk and return to your old dog bed between the couch and coffee table, sitting on your heels.

Your bring the pencil to the open notebook, finishing the word treat before adding pencil sharpener beneath it. You try to focus, to think of other grocery items you need but your mind is reeling with the possibility of Dante liking hybrids. You hope he likes you in the same way. You've loved him since the day he took you in and gave you a home. Dante is your home. Your savior and the one person you truly love. What if he loves you in the same way? That would make you so happy but... What if he doesn't? What if the magazine was just... given to him or something and he actually doesn't like hybrids in that way? What if he just can't envision anything romantic with you? You should do something, right? But what if he doesn't want you anymore after you confess?

Your mind is a mess. Arousal and agitation create a miserable knot in your stomach and a whine erupts from your throat as your ears drop low, wanting nothing more than to be soothed. Pitifully you pack up your coloring books and notebook as well as your markers. You stack them up and hold them to your chest tightly with one hand before getting up from your spot. You go about shutting the jukebox off as well as the lights before trudging upstairs. You go to Dante's room, not bothering to put your stuff away in your own room. You flick on the small, red stained glass lamp on the nightstand. The bed is messy, particularly on your side. You walk to the end of the bed, setting your books and markers down on the large trunk at the foot of it.

Your shoulders are heavy as you crawl into the bed and slip under the covers, not even bothering to change into pajamas. A lump has formed in your throat and another whine crawls around the lump and out, the sound loud in the quiet of the room. You blindly reach up and over to tug Dante's pillow down under the covers to hug it to your chest. The scent of him lingers on the soft pillowcase. It's familiar and comforting yet it worsens the ache in your chest. Your vision blurs so you close your eyes, burying your face in the pillow to muffle the sound and get more of his scent. How will you tell Dante how you feel? Should you even tell him? You don't know.

You cry yourself to sleep surrounded by Dante's scent but none of his warmth.

♡

Dante arrives back in back in the city, parting ways with Lady and Trish. He makes his way back to Devil May Cry, stepping into the building. He shuts the door behind him and locks it. His boots thump softly against the wood flooring as he flips on the light overhead. The sight of your old dog bed in the space between couch and coffee table causes his lips to pull into a smile. He hangs up his red leather coat and strips himself of his gear until he's left in black leather pants, his shirt, and socks.

He's fucking exhausted. Wants nothing more than a shower and to cuddle up to his sweet girl.

Dante shuts the lights off downstairs before heading up to his room for a change of clothes. He's quiet when he steps in. He spots the familiar shape of your body under the covers immediately. Dante saunters over to the dresser against the wall and pulls open the top drawer by its slim metal handles, being as quiet as he can. Aching to be free from leather he changes into fresh clothes. Clean boxers, a fitted shirt and sweatpants. He leaves his leather pants, boxers, and zip up shirt on the floor in a heap. The rustling of covers draws his attention and Dante turns, smiling as he looks at you.

"Hey babygirl." He greets, watching as you push yourself up to sit, comforter bunching at your waist. Your puppy ears are perked up and Dante walks over to sit on the edge of the bed because he knows if he doesn't you'll come stumbling over all sleepy-eyed and unbalanced. He looks over at you. Your hair is messy from sleep and those puppy eyes are low as you push the comforter off to crawl over. He lifts up his arm and you come to sit next to him, leaning into his side as you wrap your arms around his waist, your hold loose due to just waking up.

"Missed you." You mumble, cheek pressed to his chest. Dante grins fond and pleased. He leans down to kiss the crown of your head.

"Missed my babygirl too." He replies. You shift beside him to kneel, allowing you to press your face into the crook of his neck. Dante chuckles lowly.

"Baby I need a shower." He tells you as he brings a hand up to your shoulder as if to push you away. You are sick of hearing that. You clumsily move to sit on his lap, knees pressed to the bed on either side of his thick thighs. You shake your head minutely with a pout, keeping your face buried in his neck.

"Don't care." You grumble which makes Dante laugh louder as his arms encircle your waist, hugging you tightly to him. "Someone's fussy, huh?" He teases as he loosens his hold to run a hand up and down your back in a soothing manner. "C'mon. I won't be lo—."

"No." You snap. Your arms snake around his waist, fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt at his back to make him stay put. "Don't care if you're smelly. Let's just sleep. Missed you." You explain, the words muffled against his neck. Dante sighs, his breath ruffling a bit of your hair. How can he deny his puppy girl?

"Alright. Up princess."

You slide off Dante's lap to clamber back up the bed. You slip back under the covers, cheek against your pillow as you wait eagerly for him. Dante crawls over and grabs his pillow out from under the covers near you. You really did miss him. Enough to hug the damn thing. It makes his heart swell.

Dante puts the pillow back up near the headboard before settling in beside you, the happy thump of your tail against the bed is endearing. He lays on his side and shifts closer to pull you to his chest with your head tucked under his chin and his thigh between your knees. He's always careful not to press it up and any closer when you two lay like this.

Finally. It's so nice to have Dante back. You take a breath, his scent in your nose and his warmth enveloping you. He smells like home. You tiredly inch closer to plant a kiss to his throat. It's such a sweet, tender gesture full of love and it makes arousal stir in his gut. Shit.

"I really gotta shower, sweetheart." He murmurs in an attempt to get you to pull away.

You nuzzle into his neck, mumbling a quiet, "No you don't."

He can feel your soft breath and the way your lips grazed the skin of his throat as you spoke, making the skin there tingle. He hoped the brief time spent away would make this easier somehow. Stupidly hoped some time away would fix his fucked up response to your sweet touches and loving nature. He really shouldn't be having these thoughts and responses to his puppy girl, should he?

Dante knows it isn't unusual. There are plenty of hybrid and human relationships but you're just so precious, perfect even, and he's anything but. He fears he'll taint you somehow.

He's about to pull away, do the right thing and take a shower anyway to cool off but your arm moves from his back, your hand snaking slowly over his waist and to his front. Heat trails behind the movement. "Babygirl.."

Whether it's a plea or a warning, you can't tell. Your hand begins to drift lower, fingers nearing the edge of his shirt and he swiftly reaches down. His fingers wrap around your wrist in a firm hold, bringing it up between the two of you.

"What're you doing?" Dante asks and you still, heart beating hard against your ribcage. You can't bring yourself to pull away from your spot under his chin and face him. Afraid you'll see disappointment. You swallow, lips parting as another lump threatens to form in your throat.

"I... um..." It's difficult to form words, hard to get the explamation out. It's as if the air has been stolen from your lungs. Dante pulls back enough to look down at you and you immediately miss the warmth of him. The cool air of the bedroom hits your face like a slap. He's waiting for a response with your wrist still in his grip. "I-I just... I thought you... liked hybrids?" You say quietly, sounding so small and foreign to your own ears. You swallow again as if that will keep the lump from fully forming. "I-I found the maga—"

"I know which one." Dante interrupts, keeping his voice soft. You watch as he closes his eyes with a sigh, sounding exhausted. "You know you're not supposed to be digging around, babygirl."

Babygirl. He still loves you. He wouldn't call you anything like that if he didn't. You latch onto that endearment within that gentle scold and press on as Dante opens his eyes to look at you once more.

"I know. I know." Tears begin to blur your vision and bleed into your speech. "I-I just..." What do you say? A proper explanation is currently lost on you, drowned out by emotion. "I love you." You say as tears spill from your eyes and down your cheeks.

Dante releases your wrist to pull you back to his chest, runs a hand up and down your back as he gently shushes you. He presses a kiss to the top of your head. "I love you too, sweetheart." He murmurs, holding you tightly to him as he lays on his side, his chest tight with emotion. After a few moments he slides his hand up to your shoulder to turn you onto your back, his other arm cushioning your head, cradling you. He leans over to wipe away the tears with the pad of his thumb. "Love you more than you can know." He admits, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"Then... you want me too?" You ask with a little sniffle and Dante leans down to press his mouth to yours. He's never been all that great with words.

His kiss is slow, gentle, leading you. He swipes his tongue over your bottom lip, reveling in the gasp it draws from you. Dante licks his way into your mouth, runs the tip of his tongue over the points of your canine teeth like he's been longing to do for months before sliding it along yours. If your mouth tastes this good he can't believe how good your cunt will taste. Dante coaxes your tongue into his mouth to suck on the tip and you whimper. The sound goes straight to his cock. He pulls away, a thin string of saliva connecting your mouths snaps to hit your chin. "That answer your question baby?" He teases.

You nod, eyes heavy-lidded and lips slick with mixed saliva. "Uh-huh." You manage, leaning up for another dizzying kiss, puppy ears perked up, eager for more. Dante grins and obliges. He kisses you breathless, nipping at your bottom lip as his hand goes to your waist. It slides up to gently palm a breast through the thin cotton of your shirt. The lack of a bra is noticed immediately and Dante lightly pinches the nipple. The action draws a whine from you and Dante swallows it, his cock aching in his sweatpants. He pulls away again to push your shirt up. He's seen you bare before, he does bathe and pamper you whenever he can after all, but this time is different. There's no guilt. He's able to look upon you freely without inwardly cursing himself for being a filthy pervert.

Dante drags his hand down your chest and over your stomach, gives you a few rubs before continuing, your tail thumping a little against the mattress. He slides his hand lower. His fingers hook in the waistband of your skirt to tug at it. You lift your hips and reach down to push the skirt down your thighs, kicking it off the rest of the way. Dante presses his forehead to your temple as he snakes his hand down to cup you, admiring the feel of your cunt in his hand, groaning at the large wet patch that has formed on the cloth. Your hips twitch up, gasping as he applies a bit of pressure. He drags his hand up and over your cunt before sliding it under the waistband of your cute pink panties. Dante dips his middle finger low to gather your slick before bringing the pad of his middle finger to your swollen clit, rubbing it in slow circles. Your mouth parts, a moan spilling forth.

"Fuck puppy you're soaked." Dante groans.

"You... because of you." You reply breathlessly as your hips tilt up and into his touch and he rubs a little firmer to which you whimper. Dante removes his middle finger from your clit in favor of pressing it against your leaking hole. Slowly he presses it in, cursing as your heat envelopes his finger. He pumps it in and out of you a few times at an achingly slow pace before he curls his finger up toward your stomach, keeping his hooded gaze on your pretty face as he rubs against that spongy spot inside you. "Dante." You mewl, beginning to squirm. His lips curl into a crooked smile and he noses at your cheek.

"Not enough sweet girl?" He asks before kissing your cheek.

"Y-yeah." You gasp out and Dante pushes his ring finger in, silently marveling at the feel of your tight puppy cunt around his fingers. He gets you adjusted to two before his thumb finds your clit as he adds a third, rubbing the bud to ease the stretch. A broken little noise tumbles from your mouth and Dante leans down to kiss you as he works you open, rubbing your clit with his thumb as his fingers nudge and drag over your g-spot. He swallows down your pretty little sounds hungrily, only breaking the kiss to allow you air. Dante retracts his fingers from your pussy, smirking at the disappointed noise that works its way up and out of your throat.

"Just a minute baby." Dante whispers against the flushed skin of your cheek. He carefully pulls his hand from your panties and pulls away from you. He sits up, comes to kneel on the bed between your spread legs. He slips his glistening fingers into his mouth, sliding his tongue along them, eyes closing as he finally, finally, gets a taste of your sweet puppy pussy. He moans as he drags them over his tongue and sucks them clean before popping them out. "Taste so perfect sweetheart." Dante speaks lowly, his voice thick with desire and holding reverence.

You squirm, eyes hooded and kiss bruised lips parted with your hair splayed over the pillow. Infinitely better than any magazine he's seen. You look like an angel. Pretty and perfect and all his.

Dante chuckles deep and quiet as he tugs the messy, pink panties down your legs to toss the fabric behind him somewhere. Your thighs fall open and Dante's mouth fills with saliva as he zeroes in on your dripping center. He craves to run the flat of his tongue up your slit, swirl the tip over your clit and give it a good suck before stiffening it and pushing it into your hole. Fuck he wants to do that so bad but Dante knows he won't be able to stop until you've cum on his tongue a few times and he has a feeling you won't be able to take overstimulation. Not yet, anyway.

"Dante." You whine up at him, wiggling your hips and tearing him from his thoughts. His gaze flits from your aching dripping cunt to your face.

"What sweet thing?" He coos. Your reddened bottom lip juts out as your puppy ears twitch.

"Need you." You mumble. You reach up, arms open and inviting. You really are his precious puppy, just too goddamn sweet. Dante leans down, unable to help but grind against you. He holds himself up on his forearms on either side of you, caging you in. He grunts, repeating the grind as he peppers gentle kisses over your face. You moan, hands going to grip the shirt at his sides, legs spreading a little further as you rock up to feel the press of his hard cock against you through his sweatpants. Dante's head dips, his mouth finding your pulse point. He sucks a hard mark onto the flesh before soothing it with a long lick of his tongue. Your eyes flutter shut, panting as he drags his tongue up from your pulse point to the edge of your jaw to nip at the skin there. You hiss even as your hips buck. Dante kisses the sting away.

"Need my girl too." He murmurs, his lips grazing your jaw as his cock throbs. He plants another kiss but this time it’s to the corner of your mouth.

Your hands go to Dante's broad shoulders, pushing. He allows you to push him onto his back, watches with wide eyes as your hands go to his sweatpants, your fingers hooking under them as well as his boxers to tug them down. He lifts his hips and helps you by drawing his legs up enough to then kick them off, cock heavy and leaking precum as it springs free to rest low on his stomach. His pupils are wide, surrounded by a thin ring of blue as you straddle him.

"Fuck baby y'gonna ride me?" He asks breathless and low, heart beating wildly in his chest as he feels your tail brush over his thighs. Back and forth back and forth.

You nod and shift up so you are situated over Dante's cock, your tummy a mess of molten arousal and butterflies. You can't believe this is happening it's all so perfect and dizzying. Dante's left hand goes to your hip as his other lines himself up to your empty aching cunt. You suck in a breath as you lower yourself. The head of his cock is fat and you push past the discomfort, dropping lower. Your mouth opens on a high whine that breaks as you sink halfway down.

"Shit, easy baby." Dante tells you as he grips your hips tight with both hands to prevent you from sinking further. You pant, face scrunched up due to the stretch. Dante's hands guide you to lift up slowly until just the tip is within your heat before guiding you back down to the halfway point, grunting at the feel. As much as he aches to be completely inside, he doesn't want to hurt you, already can't take the way your face scrunched up at the sting and discomfort.

You whimper, hands coming down to pry Dante's hands from your hips, fingers slotting into the spaces between his. He supports you with his hands as you lift up then down, repeating the action until you're nearly seated on his cock.

"Just a little more baby." Dante moans and it spurs you on. Slowly, you take him the rest of the way, biting down hard on your bottom lip to stifle a cry. He bottoms out within you. His balls are against your ass and his length is buried deep, pushing against your walls. You'e never felt so full before. It's good, addictive. Simultaneously too much and not enough.

"Good girl. Good fucking girl." Dante growls and the praise makes you instinctively clench around his girth. You circle your hips, whining because it's like he's stirring around your insides. "Fuck" You mewl as you circle them once more.

It's almost too much for Dante. You look so fucking pretty in the pink toned light from the stained glass lamp. Here you are, seated on his cock and making those cute noises of pleasure as he's nestled deep in your sweet puppy cunt, so tight and wet it's heaven. "Yeah? Feel good baby?" He purrs. "Hands on my chest." You release his hands to push his shirt up to his armpits, revealing the pale hair of his chest and firm stomach before planting them on his front for support. "There ya go sweetheart." Dante grips your hips once more, guiding you to move. His eyes flutter shut briefly as the two of you find a slow rhythm.

"Full. Feel so full, Dante." You manage to get out in between pants and moans. Every movement, every minute shift of his hips seem to nudge and rub his cock against that spot within. You begin to bounce, crying out his name as the bed creaks and the sound of skin on skin fills the air.

Already Dante can feel an orgasm building below his navel. Your pussy is sucking him in each time you pull up before dropping back down to take him deep. You falter, struggling to keep up that delicious rhythm due to the developing burn in your thighs. Your head hangs, puppy ears dropping low from overwhelm.

"My puppy needs some help, huh?" Dante grabs your waist and spreads his legs a little wider with his feet together and planted on the bed for leverage. He starts to fuck up into you at an angle and pace that melts your brain and causes you to squeeze around him.

"Dante, Dante, Dante!" You chant as your back arches and forces your hips to tilt, clit bumping low on his stomach right above pelvis. That coil of pleasure in your stomach tightens.

"Mm, my puppy close? Gonna cum on my cock baby?" Dante can feel it, can feel the way you grow tighter around him, can hear the way your cute moans get higher and more desperate.

"'M close too. Y'gonna let me cum inside and fill you up?" The fur of your tail brushes his inner thighs in excitement. He drinks in the way you nod, your brows drawing together and up in rapture, pussy squeezing him tight as he fucks up into you.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, please Dante 'm gonna—" You cry out, high and loud, the sound filling Dante's mind and bringing him closer to the edge. He groans at your fluttering walls. He thrusts up once, twice, three times before his balls draw tight and he spills deep within you, head tipping back against the pillows as he pushes up with his hips, moaning lowly as his orgasm washes over him.

You collapse against Dante, cheek pressed to the center of his chest just below his collar, panting. He wraps his arms around you in a hug as he too catches his breath. "Did so good, sweet girl." Dante praises as his right hand slides up your back to stroke your hair and then your puppy ears. His fingers gently massage the base where they meet scalp just the way you like. You nuzzle your heated cheek against his chest affectionately and it makes his heart do a giddy little flip. He leans down to kiss the crown of your head.

"Now I really need a shower puppy." Dante says with a chuckle. "You do too." Your head lifts, ears perked up as you look up at him, your tail swishing behind you as your bottom lip forms a soft pout.

"Can we stay like this? Just for a little longer?" You ask, giving him those adorable, sweet puppy eyes that he just can't say no to. Dante sighs in mock annoyance as his lips pull into a smile.

"Alright. Just a little longer, babygirl."

[smallestapplin]

[Request]

Hear me out

Dante growing needier and more cuddly and touchy for you the longer you know him.

His demon has decided you were a perfect mate, so it shows up in his human form a lot more. He grows extra affectionate 👉👈 🥺

All he wants to do is curl up with you! Especially after a long day!

-Silver Anon

This request hasn’t left my mind since you sent it.

Also this is my first time writing Dante, so I hope it’s good! I love the wacky woohoo pizza man 🥹

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You were the newest member to the devil may cry-family, one Dante couldn’t get away from, not that he ever wanted to. You helped him manage his missions and helped him around HQ, which he greatly appreciated with how busy he gets.

So it was natural you two spent more time together.

You’d sometimes join him on missions, or help him out when he was stuck on something. You two form your inside jokes, playfully teasing each other, but nothing too far.

It’s something that took you a while to notice.

But Dante isn’t that touchy with everyone else.

He doesn’t avoid touches, usually tossing an arm over someone, or using someone as an armrest.

But with you it’s different.

Once his arm is around you, it’s like it’s never coming off.

Once his arm is on your lower back, thumb rubbing soothing circles, it’ll never move from there unless he has to.

Even later at night when you stay over, he always gets closer and closer to you on the couch, and before you know it he’s laying on top of you, snuggled up and passed out happily.

You can’t complain, you love it. His touch just feels right, you feel safe and secure with him.

“Dante.” Your voice no more than a whisper, gently shaking his shoulders.

“Dante it’s time for bed, I gotta head home.”

You love his touch, even if he’s a pain to get up.

“Mmmm no.”

You mock a gasp, laughing at how needy he is.

Here you are pinned under him on the couch, with his inhumanly hot body keeping you toasty, even well past the time you had to leave.

You choke back a chuckle as he nuzzled his face further into your neck, his scruff tickling your skin. But his breath fanning across the crook of your neck makes you tremble.

“I wish I could stay longer, but I have to go.”

You lightly pat his back, only to be shocked when a quick but low growl rumbles from him. You knew he was an affectionate man, but you’ve never had him be so needy.

He lifts his head, barely able to look at you through the messy white hair on his face.

“Lemme walk you home then, it’s late.”

You’re happy to let him.

But throughout the walk, his arm constantly brushes against yours with how close he walks, until he takes your hand in his. You smile at his actions, finding his need to be touching you cute, especially from him.

That is until you’re on the doorstep of your home.

“Thank you for walking with me.”

“Ain’t a problem.”

He smiles at you, yet doesn’t move from the porch, even as you unlock your door.

Looking back at him, he looks as though he wants to say something but is not sure.

Almost hopefully but pouty.

“Do you not want to leave that badly?” Your voice light, teasing the Demon Hunter.

“I’ll miss you.” he sounds like a kicked puppy, and in a way he is.

He can feel the devil within him crying desperately for you, he’s grown so attached to you that you bring that instinct out of him.

You pull Dante into a hug, unable to resist doing so, but he’s not at all complaining, his arms are swiftly around you and holding you firmly against him.

His face buried into your shoulder, leaving you laughing softly at the man.

“I’ll be back tomorrow, you know that.”

“Mmmm….”

You stay like that for a long moment, basking in his warmth and comforting scent. But a thought hits you, and you pull away from him, just enough to move his face to look at him.

You can feel your face burning before you ask.

“Would you like to stay the night?”

You squeal, laughing as Dante picks you up, practically sprinting to your bedroom before tossing you to your bed.

Your laughter echoes in your room as you bounce from the force.

Dante dives after you, landing on top of you with a loud rumbling purr. He nuzzles into you, kicking his shoes off without moving just so he can stay closer to you.

“You’re so needy.”

You lean your head on top of his, your laughter dying down to a soft chuckle.

“Only for you.”

You’re amazed at how he can speak through sounding like a very happy cat.

That morning was even harder to break free from.

As your new boyfriend was only more affectionate.

When you two began dating it only got worse.

Trying to work will never go smoothly as you’re being constantly pulled into kisses, and pulled into his lap so he can shower you with his affection.

“Dante, the phone is ringing.”

“Mmmmm.”

“Dante-“

“Noooo.” He groans, burying his face further into your neck. His arms tighten around you, keeping you close to his chest as he gives you no room to get up.

You’re stuck cuddling him, but you can’t even find it in yourself to be upset with him.

“My sweet love bug, we need money to pay the bills.” You mumble, kissing his temple.

Only for him to groan loudly in response.

You yelp as he suddenly stands, carrying you in his arms towards the still-ringing phone. Dante plops on his desk, getting you on his lap as he answers the phone.

His arm stays around you, rubbing small circles on your thigh.

He stays on the phone, listening to the person on the other end while placing silent kisses on your cheek and down to your neck.

All you gather from it is he accepts the person's offer and is quick to hang up but doesn’t move.

“You promised.” You said in a sing-song tone, chuckling at his obvious misery when you say that.

“C’mon baby, don’t make me go now, I just got ya in my lap.”

He looks at you with such a pitiful pout, clearly trying to get you to cave.

But you cup his cheeks and lean in, your lips brushing against his for a moment before you kiss him, smiling into it at the feeling of him going limp and trying to press more against you.

He chases your lips when you pull away, whining when you’re just out of reach.

“I’ll be here waiting for you, I always am.”

“But I don’t like leaving you.”

He can protect you when he’s here, he can love on you when he’s not on the job.

“Honey, we need to keep the lights on. Besides, the welcome home kiss is always sweeter.”

Oh, that has his attention.

Just don’t be surprised when a massive fiery demon comes barreling through the door, eyes locked onto you and caging you against its solid frame, and wings wrapping around you.

[sparda-ly]

Hello! Can I request some DMC fluff, please? Like Dante and Vergil got sick somehow (idk, must be demon flu) and reader now has to take care of them. Separately, of course. I'd imagine Vergil is the type to try to power through it and fail miserably, lmao. While Dante eats up allll the attention his S/O gives him. It's up to you though :) Thanks and have a great day!

SICK! DANTE, VERGIL WITH A S/O WHO TAKES CARE OF THEM

UNSPECIFIED GENDER OF READER!

note: hey there ;) first dmc request, hope it's ok!

warnings: suggestive comment from dante

DANTE

dante probably got sick from his weird hobby of eating pizza naked on his balcony every morning

it doesn't matter if it's winter, summer, autumn, or spring - dante will not start his day without it

thinking he is immortal and invincible from getting any sickness, he unfortunately got proven wrong

and is currently laying in bed in the most dramatic way possible, having a wet cloth pressed to his forehead by lovely reader who keeps fussing over him

dante being dramatic is an understandment

however, dante while being sick is another type of drama queen

clinging to the reader and whining about the smallest things possible

"my head hurts so much honey please"

"i have such a bad tummy ache"

"love please don't leave me i might die here from this disease please"

one day he straight up sat on your leg not allowing you to go to the kitchen to wash dishes, acting like a child

you of course couldn't refuse and just agreed to this fate, getting cuddled to death by this himbo of a man

and dante absolutely loves this attention

"baby, i could name a few things you could help me with" ;)

and even five days after he returns to being a healthy man, he still whines about how bad he feels and oh so amazing reader you need to take care of him, or he will painfully die

the only thing stopping him is the tragic looks of bills to play, nearly staring at him menacingly from his desk

oh yeah, and also, vergil

his loving brother looking straight through his white lies, demanding him to stop lying and get his ass to work while rolling his eyes

VERGIL

vergil will never admit he is sick.

never.

even while practically fainting trying to get to the bathroom with wobbly legs

he still isn't sick, no, of course vergil

at the beginning, he will refuse your attention - saying the strangest excuses known to humanity such as

"a wild dog bit me"

"it's probably my devil trigger acting up"

"i have a penis infection"

the reader just stands there ??? confused as to how this is relevant to being ill

but you stay silent and walk to the bathroom with the intention of washing clothes

however when you return, vergil is already passed out on floor with litreally 40° celsius

but don't get him wrong, vergil still isn't sick

while pampering around him, constantly bringing him food, medicine, drink or anything to please him, he lays like a grumpy cats and just accepts this

vergil will learn to actually like this new side of you, although he does hate feeling useless and weak.

therefore, he will return to work as soon as possible, so don't get so comfortable fussing around your lovely boyfriend

[bekaroth-reads]

Dante Sparda x Reader

[This is getting posted late at night and I haven’t proof read it. So, sorry if there’s a bunch of mistakes in this. I just remembered that I love Dante and I wanted to write something about him]

There was so much that needed to be done still. You had offered to help Dante with some of the more paperwork related things for Devil May Cry, as he had just gotten back from a job yesterday and seemed pretty exhausted. Not to mention, you both knew that he needed help balancing his budget. As much as he swore he had only been buying essentials and had no idea why he was still running low on cash, you knew for a fact that his freezer had so much ice cream in it that there was hardly room for anything else. You almost couldn’t blame him for splurging, everyone does now and then. The problem was that he had a tendency to treat himself every time he went out.

So, here you were, sitting at the counter that doubled as the table in the tiny apartment above the office. Dante had gone to bed a while ago, and since he had, you had lost track of time. The old floorboards squeaked and creaked as Dante dragged his feet on them. Once he had gotten to where you were, he flopped all of his weight on top of you, pinning you to the counter and almost tipping over the stool you were sitting on.

“Dante!” You squawk as you try to keep your balance yourself and your boyfriend who was apparently too tired to help.

“Baby… Baby, Baby, Baby~” he hummed as he nuzzled his face into your shoulder and gave it a few kisses.

Finally, you were able sit yourself back up. Dante was still hanging on you, but he moved his arms from being on top of yours to wrapping around your waist. This was followed by a giant yawn you were certain that he howled right into your ear on purpose.

“Come to bed.” Dante whines as he tried to use his hold on your waist to pull you back to the bedroom with him.

“I will in a bit. I’ve got to finish your bookkeeping.” You reply as you reverse the roles and lean on him.

Dante pulled you closer, and a hum rumbled in throat, almost as croaky as the rest of his tired voice.

“Why now? Do it tomorrow.” He slid his hand up your arm and took the pencil you were holding to sit it down.

When you went to grab it again, Dante grabbed your hand, brought it up to his lips, and mumbled, “I missed you.”

You weren’t sure if he meant that he missed you while he was away on his job or if he meant that he couldn’t sleep well without you with him. But, one there was one thing that you did know and that was that he was trying anything he could think of to get you to go with him; at the moment he was trying pity.

“As tempting as you are, your, ‘do it tomorrow,’ attitude is the reason I’m stuck doing this right now.” You sat forward again and pulled your hand away.

Just as you sat forward, Dante was quick to pull you back. This time he made sure to lean you both so that he could look at you. Even though he looked exhausted, his chesty nature was clearly shining through, his crooked smile that slightly crinkled the corner of his nose on full display.

“So, I’m tempting, huh?” He playfully bit his lip as he started to grab at your sides.

You swatted his hands away. “Is that really the only thing you heard?”

“No. But, it’s the most important thing I heard.” Dante laughed as he leaned down and gave your lips a peck.

That didn’t seem to be enough for him as he went in for another as soon as he had pulled away. Then another after that. Then another and one more. Then his hands shot up to hold the sides of your face as he gave you more passionate kiss, which you happily returned.

When the two of you finally broke the kiss his hold on your loosened but stayed, and he kept as close to you as he could.

“Please.” Dante whispered against your lips; it was genuine, pleading.

You responded by giving him another kiss before standing up. He smiled and kept and arm wrapped around you the whole way to the bedroom.

Once you were both in bed, Dante got as close to you as quickly as he could. Leaning his head down, he once again placed a kiss on your shoulder. “I did really miss you.” He mumbled, sleep creeping up on him once more.

“I missed you too.” You hummed as you turned to face him and draped your arm on him.

The only thing you heard from him after that was light snoring, which soon lulled you to sleep as well.

[ariseur]

Mngghhwhw your writing makes me feel all mushy gushy I adore it

Could I ask for Dante x oblivious reader? 🦀🦀

dante with an oblivious reader 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

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eee!! i’m glad you guys like my writing, i hope i did this request justice 😭😭

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intended lowercase, dante being a flirty bastard, nico and nero mentioned so kinda set in dmc5?? but you can imagine it’s anyone else / ignore the hc :), lmk if i missed anything!! 💕

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❥ hmm.. dante with an oblivious reader, where to begin..

❥ i think dante would think you were teasing him at first, always having him repeat things or tilt your head at a certain remark. he’d laugh it off and shake his head, leaving you to furrow your brows in thought of what he meant.

❥ you obviously know what flirting is, but even when it’s so painfully in front of your face, you just can’t seem to see it for some reason. and when dante realizes this, he’s suddenly like ‘oh that makes sense’ and everything clicks. so he only turns up the flirting times ten.

❥ tries to drop more direct hints and direct comments but i imagine he’d either just make you flustered or— with his luck, get interrupted and would eventually end in you not taking a hint once again.

❥ if you were traveling with nico and nero, they’d literally be BEGGING you to see the signs. which you’d be confused by because— dante’s just a friend? sure he gets a little flirty, but he’s like that with everybody!!

❥ and they’re just, “no honey, no 🙂”

❥ dante tries his best to be as forward as possible.. without telling you that he has feelings for you.. without simultaneously trying to say it in a way where he doesn’t sound like a weirdo?

❥ dante does find your oblivion cute, rather purposefully teasing you and cornering you, even gently grabbing your chin and lifting it up to make eye contact with him if you’re too embarrassed. so then you’ll have to finally understand what he’s doing right??

❥ and if you don’t, oh my goodness he’s out of ideas.

❥ he will just straight up tell you “i want you” and you’re just like “oh. so everybody else was right!!” 😭

❥ he still finds your cluelessness adorable, even if he struggles with having you take a hint most of the time. dante almost finds it.. endearing? you may not be innocent or clueless about everything, but he just likes teasing you when he can lol.

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“i’m tellin’ ya,” nico put her hand on your shoulder as she turned her head and exhaled some smoke, “DANTE’s sweet on ya.”

you scoffed and turned back to the road, trying to ignore the way she smirked at your annoyance. “he does not.”

“does too.”

“does not!”

“does—!” before this bickering back and forth could go on any longer, nero silenced both of you with a sleepy, “shut up.”— to which both you and nico silently snickered and turned your attention back to the road, starting up the engine and heading off again.

that late night conversation floated mindlessly around your head, barely occurring even when you talked to dante. he couldn’t have had feelings for you, right? dante was just.. dante. he practically flirted with everybody, shamelessly at that.

but when you’d spot him at the office or across the numerous groups of demons littering the desolate vicinities, nico’s face always came to mind. that stupid grin on her face when you’d deny it and the way she gave you a dismissive hum when you told her it’d never happen. you didn’t want it to happen, why would you? dante wasn’t for you. why would you be considering these possibilities when there was no way dante could have feelings for you?

until he did. you had thought that until now, where he caged you in between the wall and pierced through you with his silver eyes, one quality him and his brother shared, although dante’s were much more lenient.

“hello?” his voice broke through the thoughts clouding your brain. he cocked his head in bemusement, waiting for a reaction from you.

“what were you saying?”

“i’m saying that i like you.”

you paused as your eyes darted everywhere but him. surely, you looked frazzled and embarrassed at the proximity of you and dante— before you finally said, “oh.” he had said it so nonchalantly, as if it was common knowledge. you thought back to nico and wondered if she really was trying to help you that night.

“so..” awaiting an answer, dante quirked a brow as he threw you another lazy grin, perhaps amused in your flustered state. “what ever shall we do about that?” leaning in closer, you could see his eyes staying fixated on your face, although your kept your own pair glued to the side.

“i dunno.” you rushed out.

dante pouted, “you don’t know? c’mon, you must have some idea.”

“a.. date?” wincing at how awkward you sounded, you tore your eyes from a spot in the hardwood floors of the devil may cry office and back onto him. an evident pleased look on his face told you that he was finally glad you figured it out. he backed away from you and put a hand on his hip.

letting a soft laugh escape his lips, he pushed back his hair, “so i’ll pick you up at nine, tomorrow?”

[cerezzzita]

Hear me out…Dante and Vergil using his arm transformed into his Devil Trigger form to warm the belly of his partner with menstrual cramps because they don't have a heating pad around…

notes: hi, anon! In advance, sorry for keeping you waiting for such a long period. Now that's a very adorable request! Been there, went through it, wish I could have Dante to comfort me, it's such a pain in the ass. Well, in this case, in the uterus. Sorry for the bad joke btw hehe

Thank you for requesting and enjoy the reading! 🧡

♡ tags: fluffy, mentions of menstrual cycle and period cramps, (in the most subtle way fr), no reader's appearance description, 2nd pov (you/yours only), gender-neutral reader, I'm sorry if Vergil's part is short I don't know how to write him, the dorks of Sparda are the cutest.

⠀🍓 ˖ . ᵎᵎ Dante & Vergil using their DT'd arm to comfort their S/O's period cramps

ⓘ gif's not mine!!

Dante

Cuddly, attentive boyfriend is on the way!

Really, Dante is gonna do anything in his league to comfort you and make you feel good. He knows how hard this time of month can be for you and will support you and help you in any way he can.

If you have a craving for something sweet? Do not despair, he’s got this, the best sundae of your favourite flavour just for you. Your legs and feet are itchy and hurting? He’s your man and will deliver the best of his massage techniques — and honey, they’re wonderful. But most importantly, the strawberry on top: Cuddles. 

As we all may know, Dante is in fact a teddy bear and has so much love to give. He’ll cuddle you no matter — it does matter sometimes — the situation, especially considering you’re on your period and are feeling down because, well, hormones are a bunch of bitches. 

That means that it’s no big deal when you don’t have your heating pad on your display. Why, what is a itty bitty heating pad compared to your big, buffy warm boyfriend? 

At first, Dante’s kind of unsure about your suggestion, thinking the rough texture of the scales would hurt you, yet he knows you’re well used to touching him on his DT. So he complies, one arm surrounding you and the other below the uncovered skin of your tummy, keeping your back laid on his firm chest, his chin on top of your head while cuddling in bed and gently massaging your scalp. 

“There we go, babe,” Dante whispers, kissing the crown of your head. “Feeling better?” “Much better…”

In the end you two spend the rest of the day/night in pure cuddles until you both got lured enough to fall asleep.

ⓘ gif's not mine!!

Vergil

Tea. Tea is the answer to everything. 

Jokes apart, Vergil is really cautious to make you feel good and free from any period pain, from your head to your toes. 

Which, yeah, includes him making the most appropriate teas for you. 

He won’t deny you anything, so have this chance to ask him whatever you want and you’ll have it. Vergil may be a little reluctant to cuddle you at such a time because he thinks you’re way too sensitive for it — on one hand he’s not completely wrong, the poor dork. 

Much like his brother, he’s pretty unsure about the whole Devil-Triggered-arm-cuddling but if it is what you wish, then it must be done. Serving you some mint tea, Vergil hugs you from behind and slowly but surely places his scaled right arm below your belly. If you turned your head right now, you would be able to see Vergil's reddened cheeks and trembling lips. 

“Are you… feeling comfortable?” “Indeed. Thank you, Vergil.”

As the afternoon time died, you both relaxed, Vergil deciding to read a bit for you.

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[yanderelovlies]

𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴

Note: something cute and simple for you all

Fandom(s): SWWSDJ, and DMC

Character(s): Joseph, Sunny Day Jack, Dante Sparda, and V

Sunny Day Jack

Thought other people couldn't see or feel him like you could you still like to occasionally mention him to strangers you know you won't meet again.

For instance, tonight you and Jack had to decide to get takeout since you didn't feel like cooking after work, and pancakes didn't sound good.

So as soon as you got home you called up your favorite food place, and began to place the order.

"What do you want dear?"

"Oh, a simple burger and fries are fine sunshine."

You smiled and nodded "and my husband wants just a burger and fries please!"

Jack's head swung in your direction, and he just stared at you. Did you just call him your husband?

When you were done with your call Jack immediately was at your side his hand on your face as he gives you a very passionate kiss.

When you separated you could see the love and adoration in his eyes "I think I really like being called your husband sunshine."

Joseph

It wasn't a surprise to see you and Joseph out around town. Ever since he got his job he loves to take you places, and get you things he couldn't before. However this time you insisted on spoiling him.

It was weird for him at first, but eventually, it felt nice to be taken care of. What he didn't expect was when the two of you stopped at In and Out burger for lunch.

You had made your order to the man behind the counter. When the man turned to Joseph for his order you spike up.

"My husband wants the number three please!"

While you continued to talk to the cashier paying for the meal all Joseph could do was stare at you. Not only didn't you remember what he wanted, but you call him your husband??

His face turned red as he looked away trying to hide it. It wasn't until the two of you were sitting at the table does he takes your hand, his face still red, but a smile on his face.

"Thank you my lovely spouse for doing this for me." He kissed the top of your hand his eyes never leaving yours "I love you so much."

Dante Sparda

Being the son of Sparda meant there was always someone trying to pick a fight with Dante. This was no exception as one of the local churchgoers decided it was a great idea to rant and rave in front of the shop.

While they didn't dare step foot in the building their voices could still be heard making Dante let out a sigh. He was seriously getting tired of this.

You would think saving the city multiple times would give him more credit than his name. Finally he stood and made his way outside.

He opened his mouth to yell but he was interrupted by your voice.

"HEY! Don't you guys have any respect? Do know how many times my husband has saved you from demon hoards?!"

The crowd grew silent, but Dante's brain was going a million miles an hour. You called him YOUR husband. Dante felt giddy like kid.

So he practically bounced over to you as he threw his arm around you. From the corner of your eye, you could almost mistake him for his younger self by how excited he looked.

"Now get out of here my amazing spouse and I have some other business to attention to."

V

The two of you were lying in your room. The light from the silent TV was the only thing lighting the dark room. It has been hard for V to cope with the fact the was no longer Vergil. It got worse when Vergil was around.

"It's like seeing a ghost." That is how V describes it.

Today happened to be one of those days so after the mission he asked to come over which happily accepted. As soon as he came over the two of you immediately ended up cuddling on your bed his face on your chest as you run your fingers through his hair.

You kissed the top of his head as you began to whisper sweet nothings to him. This is what V has been missing out on his whole life.

"My sweet husband. Always working so hard."

V's breath caught in his throat. Your....husband? Did you truly love him that much? He looks up at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes you have seen.

"Husband...?"

You smiled at him "Yeah one day I would like to make that true. If that's what you want too that is."

He stared at you a little longer before he smiled back at you "I would like nothing more my darling spouse."

[icycoldninja]

Kinda naughty but DMC men headcanons with a reader who’s pretty shy abt letting out her noises in bed so they bite her on her collar bone or her shoulder blades (not too harsh, not too gentle) so it will startle her, making her let out her sounds?

OK, here we go!

Sparda boys + V x Reader who is shy about noises headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante is very loud and rough himself, so you not screaming your head off while being railed is highly suspicious.

-He began to wonder if he wasn't making you feel good enough, or if he was doing something that was upsetting you, but you were too out of breath to say anything.

-It tool him a while, but he came to the conclusion that you were simply shy, so his devious brain came up with an idea.

-He bit down gently on your shoulder blades, which surprised you. The sudden feeling made you moan, and from then on, there was no hiding your lewd noises.

-Dante made sure to employ this tactic every time you were being too quiet for his liking.

■ Vergil ■

-Normally, Vergil relishes in silence, but after seeing you struggling to hold in your moans, he knew he had to do something about it.

-Yes, there was a little part of him that worried whether or not you were actually okay or not, but his devil breeding instincts overshadowed that.

-He reasoned that you were simply nervous--which you were--and chose to bite your shoulder to get those delicious noises out.

-It worked! You were so caught off guard, all those sounds you were trying to suppress just came gushing out like the juices from your pussy.

-Vergil now has another tried-and-true method to make you scream. Good luck.

□ Nero □

-Nero was busy pounding into you while moaning and sighing, his sounds filling the room.

-He noticed you weren't doing the same, and wondered if everything was okay.

-He looked down, saw your flushed face, and realized you were just nervous. You poor thing.

-Naturally, he decided to lean down and place a healthy bite on your shoulder blades, making you jump and whine.

-From then on, you only got louder; Nero's smile widened, and he made a mental note to remember this trick for later.

● V ●

-V noticed that you weren't matching his fluttery whimpers, and wondered if something was wrong.

-He saw you struggling to hide your squeals, and figures you must just be embarrassed.

-He didn't see any reason to be ashamed of one's noises--such sounds were signs that you enjoyed what was being done to you.

-So, he leaned down and gently nibbled on your collarbone, surprising you.

-All those lovely sounds he'd wanted to hear then came pouring out, just as thy should have been.

[actuallysaiyan]

Kinktober Day 16: Spanking

warnings: spanking, smut, jealousy, age gap, daddy kink, vaginal fingering word count: 0.6k pairings: Dante x Fem!Reader teaser: “Listen to me,” he says. “I’m in love with you. Got it?”

dividers: @adornedwithlight

taglist: @saotoru, @cherryblossombankai, @sindulgent666, @chilichopsticks

You’re so wild with him. A young thing that almost seemed to fall right into his lap. A junior devil hunter that was good friends with his nephew. Dante wonders often if he’s in some sort of prank show with the way you got so attached to him.

As you two spend even more time together, Dante notices two things. You truly do love him and you are genuine in your devotion to him, but you are also the jealous type. You’re the person who will pout whenever a cute girl looks at Dante. And despite him always trying to reassure you about it, you can’t help it.

Especially when it comes to Lady. Dante seems to notice how you’ll just cling to him, kiss him all over whenever Lady shows up. At first he was very happy to showcase the love he gets to the person who constantly liked to poke fun at him for his lack of luck in love. But soon, Dante noticed how it seemed to be a game for you.

Lady caught on very quickly, and she tried her best to be your friend or just to get along with you. She didn’t want you to be jealous of her at all. In fact, she was very happy for Dante. She was proud of him for finding someone who loves him this much. So she gently mentioned it to Dante.

Who mentioned it to you…

You pleaded with him, telling him you were just being affectionate. But the next time she came around, you got exceptionally clingy. Sitting on his lap, pressing kisses to his neck. Lady leaves after giving Dante the cut of the pay from the latest job, and then this is when Dante gets frustrated.

“Didn’t I tell you to stop being so jealous?!”

Your eyes widen when you look up at him and see anger in his eyes. You try to defend yourself, but it’s too late. You played with fire one too many times. Dante grabs you and lays you down on his lap.

“Since you can’t behave like a good girl, daddy’s going to have to punish you.” Dante says, flipping up your skirt.

You cry out the minute his hand makes contact with your ass. Even with your panties covering the skin, it still stings. Dante smirks when he spanks you again and again. He really enjoys the fact that there’s a wet patch forming on your cute little panties. You’re enjoying this.

Then he pulls down the underwear, leaving you bare. You squirm to try and get off his lap, but he has a tight hold on you. Two of his fingers plunge into your pussy without warning, and you let out the cutest little moan. Dante feels his pants get tighter the more he pumps his fingers into you.

“You’re such a bad girl,” Dante snarls. “I think you need to be punished some more.”

He pulls his fingers from you and continues to spank your ass. Once it’s all red and raw, he rubs it slowly. Dante can see the way you’re just sniveling from all this punishment. He then sits you on his lap, smirking at the way you wince at the pain.

“Listen to me,” he says. “I’m in love with you. Got it?”

You nod, but that’s not good enough. He grips you by the cheeks, pulling you in for a deep and loving kiss. You’re left breathless and your heart racing. He smirks at how cute you’re being right now.

“Got it?” He asks again.

You nod. “Got it. I understand. I love you.”

“Good girl. Don’t pull that crap again, or else daddy will have to punish you again.”

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[lexsssu]

Milk Shake (Dante)

TAGS: Dante/F!reader, lactation kink, pregnancy, smut, drabble Ao3 ver. | Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN)

“Now ain’t this the freshest, creamiest milk in town? And there’s so much of it too...You’re really spoiling me here, sweetheart~”

“D-Dante…! Don’t say such embarrassing things!!!”

“What’s so embarrassing about the truth? This really is the best damn milkshake I’ve ever had and it’s all for me~”

“...Need I remind you that this milk is supposed to be for your son who is yet to be born?”

“That’s the keyword, darling. He’s ‘yet’ to be born, so that means all this creamy milk is for Daddy in the meantime.”

You have no further words to refute his statement, opting instead to just bite your lower lip and look away in embarrassment. Seeing the attractive flush on your cheeks, a smirk crawls its way onto the handsome devil’s chiseled face, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before he buries himself into the ample softness of your breasts.

Seated on his lap while he lounged on his favorite office chair at the shop, Dante is sure that this is what heaven feels like as his senses are saturated with the softness of your scent and buried in the plush and smooth texture of your flesh as your body prepares itself for motherhood. The pheromones your draconic body exuded has his own inhuman instincts running in full overdrive, cock straining against the leather of his pants and yet what he wanted more than anything at the moment is to suckle on your puffy nipples and drink up the nourishing milk you’re currently producing for your child.

With your arms wrapped around his neck and your full, leaking tits in his face, is there any good reason he shouldn’t allow himself the pleasure of drinking from you? The dark wet spots that stain the fabric of one of his shirts which barely fit you now thanks to just how much your breasts filled out has him salivating. There is a subtle change to your scent ever since the day his seed had taken root inside your womb, a change that is very much welcomed as you grow softer and more fragrant in his arms with each passing day.

It only makes his inner devil hunger for your taste even more than it already does.

“Thank you for the food”

Dante doesn’t forget to mutter a quick thanks before he lifts the hem of the shirt upwards, your bountiful bosom seeming to jump and jiggle as they are freed from their prison. A pale white wetness stains the tips of your globes, a sight that makes his loins grow and harden especially as your aroma directly hits his sensitive nose.

Sorry kid, but your old man’s gonna be taking the first sip.

Though with how enthusiastically the half-devil suckles at your full teats, hand kneading the unattended one, it’s obvious to you that your husband certainly has no qualms about taking the milk intended for his child.

You could only silently sit on his lap, core moistening as he gyrates his hips every now and then to rub the tent in his pants while he drank from you like you were an all-you-can-drink milk bar.

Despite how shameless he can be, there’s no denying the warmth that overflows in your eyes as your hands idly play with his hair.