#Dante / Reader

[zg0nuwa]

i’m not switching between my hyperfixations because i’m autistic, i’m just a whore

[sideeve]

men who for some reason love to see the sight of you withering in pleasure. crying for that sweet release you are oh so desperately chasing. but the attempt is futile without him. you need him. you’ll crack without the attention required.

his favorite sight is to see your bottom in the air as your face is pressed against the pillow, drool slipping from the side of your lips, tears soaked into the fabric. your arms are tied behind you as you take every last drop of what he’s giving you. mumbling something about “this is gonna take”. all five senses are gone. the feeling of his cock drilling into you is pure bliss. every thing turns white in your mind as you feel white ropes of his seed full your cunt to the brim; some even spilling out.

“nuh uh, sweetheart.” he pulls himself out, using his two fingers to catch the stray droplets before pushing them back into your sensitive, abused hole, making your body jolt.

men who like to have you on your back after a long day at your job, perfectly placed between your legs as he ravishes your cunt like the dog he is. he’s been waiting to see the sight of your dewy cunt, waiting to hear your incoherent whine of you begging for him to slow down. but the pleas fall deaf on his ears. all he can hears are the lewd noise that your sl*tty c*nt makes on impact.

ignis , DANTE , vergil , sam drake , joe goldberg , JOEL MILLER , aki hayakawa , KISHIBE , SUKUNA , GETO , nanami , toji , leon kennedy , JASON TODD , JOHN WICK , JOHN CONSTANTINE , wolverine , plus your favs !!

guidelines to request .

[strawberrieslovethere]

I kept laughing about this, so I had to make it lol

[vekharious]

comm for sterotypebarbie on twi

[bergilandbante]

(clip from a dmc panel around 2011)

dan giving us a demonstration of vergil's flirting skills (sound on)

[shiraishi-mitsuki]

「四位已等候多时，那么你的选择是？」

The theme agreed with my friends this time is "Dating"So, choose the man you love to spend time with you ~

Actually, today is my birthday. Maybe I can get a "Happy Birthday"？🥺🌹

[ollieolliewrld]

DMC Men in Bed (NSFW)(afab!reader)

A brief take on what the Sparda men are like in bed~

*CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT 18+*

0.8k words

Dante

☾ He is a very playful lover

☾ With a sex drive as high as his you will be pushed to your limits

☾ While he is a giver all of the pleasure given to you comes with teasing 

☾ Adores seeing you mindlessly drunk on pleasure

☾ He is never pleased with just one orgasm out of you

☾ Dante craves more from you having you on his cock on the brink of tears 

☾ Watching as you try to squirm away from his thumb circling your clit

☾ “Don’t run from it, Baby”

☾ Loves to have your leg on his shoulder as he fucks you

☾ He wants to see the look on your face when he thrusts his full length inside of you

☾ Will ask you questions knowing that you are unable to answer

☾ “How does that feel, Princess? Do you know how good you feel around me?”

☾ The messier you get the better

☾ If he can’t cum inside of you he will be cumming on your tits

☾ He would take a picture of you if he could and keep it with him

☾ Dante thinks you look so cute covered in his cum, your thighs slick with your juices 

☾ Just when you think he’s done he will pull one last orgasm from you

☾ “You can take it, show me you can”

☾ As you lay there out of breath and mindless he takes the time to engrave this image in his head, each time better than the last

☾ He will always clean you up afterward, making sure you know that you are cared for 

☾ Then he pulls you to his chest stroking your hair and whispering to you until you drift off to sleep

Vergil

☾ His dominance in bed ranges from slow and controlled to making it so he will be helping you walk the next day

☾ No matter what Vergil is a vocal lover

☾ Very big on praise as he has your face buried in a pillow, his hands on your hips as he thrusts into you you’ll hear

☾ “You’re so pretty like this”

☾ He flips you over and slides back into you placing a hand on your throat

☾ “Keep your eyes on me or I’ll stop”

☾ Gets drunk on the sounds that you make 

☾ The surprised gasp you let out as he places a slap on your ass 

☾ The moans you illicit when he takes your breasts into his hands 

☾ “Say my name”

☾ Will fuck you until all you can say is his name like a mantra

☾ Rough sex is his favorite, having his hand pulling at the roots of your hair bringing your back against his chest so he can speak directly into your ear

☾ “Look at you taking my cock so well, my little slut”

☾ He takes his time with sex wanting to feel every part of you

☾ As rough as he gets with you Vergil takes his time to kiss over the marks he has left on you

☾ Sex to him is sacred and carries meaning, he uses it as a way to show you his feelings for you allowing himself to be fully vulnerable with you

☾ Breeding kink, seeing his cum leaking out of you drives him feral

☾ He loves to watch it slowly dripping out and then fuck it back into you with his thick fingers

Nero

☾ This sweet boy doesn’t have much experience yet

☾ At first, he is a bit timid but is eager to learn 

☾ It starts off with him wanting to finger you 

☾ Taking it slow Nero works his way along your body learning where to touch, the sounds you make, what makes your back arch

☾ The first time you have sex you get on top of him rolling your hips experimentally 

☾ He holds his hands on your hips watching where your bodies meet desperately trying to control his hips as you ride him

☾ Nero does not talk much as he is too focused on how he feels and making sure that he is doing what you like 

☾ Switches between whimpers when you are on top and small grunts when he is thrusting into you 

☾ But he likes to move you around, picking you up from off his lap and walking you over to a wall holding you up as he thrusts into you 

☾ Loves to use his strength in the bedroom, no matter what size you are he will be moving you with ease 

☾ Gets easily egged on by your voice, hearing you moan signals him to go harder 

☾ Doesn’t mind you being in control at first but he becomes more dominant as time goes on

☾ As his confidence rises Nero starts to take more control putting you into different positions 

☾ Cannot control himself while you go down on him

☾ Grabbing at your hair and bucking his hips 

☾ When he sees you swallow his cum it unlocks a new kink for him as he pulls you up to kiss him

Author's note: Very open to any comments, recommendations, or criticism!! I don't write a lot of NSFW pieces so let me know how I can Improve <3<3

[cupidscrule]

Why can't he kill my dad :(

[mannequinreligi0n]

Mating Season

get bred, loser

pairing: dante x reader (female anatomy, gn pronouns)

wc: 2.2k

warnings: NSFW - breeding kink, monster-fucking, blood/blood play

author’s note: i’ve been meaning to write this for so long but unfortunately i am a depressed adult with a full time job, and finding time/energy to write is difficult :’) sorry if this isn’t up to standards or there’re mistakes. enjoy, smooches.

links: ao3

Twelve missed calls, six voicemails, and twenty-three texts from Dante is what you’re greeted with upon waking up - and it’s barely noon. Scrolling through the texts, you’re met with the ramblings of a madman, pleading for you to come over, to see him, to cancel your plans for the day. With a quick shower and change of clothes, you oblige in his wanton demands and head over to the loft.

You only manage a single knock before the door swings open and Dante is dragging you inside by the sleeve of your sweater.

“Dante! The hell has gotten into-“

”No time. Don’t ask.”

He pulls you straight into his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. Throwing you over his shoulder, he launches you onto the bed with a ‘thump’, your smaller form springing on the mattress. Dante reels over you, snatching your coat off and ducking his head into the curve of your neck with a deep inhale, nose sniffing your skin like a damn bloodhound.

”You showered,” he mopes, teeth pulling at the fragile skin of your throat. You squirm under the weight of him, hands pushing at his chest to levitate some of the burden.

”Yeah, so what?’

“You weren’t supposed to - I said not to. Did you even read my texts?”

”Dante, you’re being ridiculous. Do you even hear yourself?” You lift your head up to look at him, pushing him off of you. Dante makes a sad whine, a demeaning sound coming from the devil hunter. His messy locks flop down in front of his face and he lets out a long sigh, hands pawing at the fabric of your pants.

”I’m sorry, babe. God, you don’t have any idea how hard this has been without you,” he mumbles sheepishly, eyes fixated on the faint red mark he left on your neck. His hands trembled against your legs, clearly trying to hold himself back in order to have a coherent conversation with you. “I thought I could handle this alone, but I keep thinking about last week…how warm you felt, like that pretty little hole was made just for me,” he interrupts himself with a groan, hunching over as if in pain. You reach a hand up and push back the already sweaty strands to see his face, feeling his fevered skin brush your fingertips.

”Why didn’t you call me over sooner? You know I would’ve came,” you murmur, observing his needy state with a bit of concern.

”Didn’t wanna be a bother. I thought I could handle it on my own, y’know? I always have, but with you in the picture now-“ He lurches toward your hand on him, nuzzling into it with a choked breath. “Please…please, just-….just let me-“

You pet his cheek as you think over the proposition, mouth pursed. You finally agree with a small nod, pulling your hand away.

“Is it safe?”

”I won’t hurt you. I would never,” Dante reaches for your wrists, thumbs rubbing at the pulse points. He stares at you with his best ‘puppy-dog’ look, a pout on his lips. “I’ll be good, I promise. God, please, just let me fuck you - you got a man begging here.”

You chuckle and shake your head, pulling him back to you with a mumbled ‘c’mere’. Dante wastes no time latching himself back onto you, pulling your shirt off and biting down on your shoulder with a chesty groan. His hands work at your pants as he marks up your skin, the bites hard but nothing compared to the ones you’ll receive soon enough from his fangs. Clothes gone, you writhe under him and he sits up and sheds his own clothes, sparks of red already flitting off of his skin. Blue eyes morph red and he squeezes your thigh reassuringly, throwing you a shaky smile.

”You remember the safe-word, sweetheart?”

”Ciabatta.”

“Right.”

With a quick peck to your forehead, Dante rolls out his shoulders, cracking a few joints in his spine and neck. Warm, amber light coats his bedroom and Dante’s body morphs into his devil trigger, his nine-foot form casting a daunting shadow over your bare skin. Your breathing quickens at the sight - you’ve seen his DT before, but never like this, never between your legs and teeth glistening in your direction. Sensing your fear, Dante runs a knuckle over your cheek, mindful of his claws. A low, rustling rumble echoes from his vocal chords, bending down to meet his ghastly face to yours.

”It’s still me…” he breathes out, voice altered but still holding his signature lilt. Wings cocoon your body, cradling your form as he lifts you up to dangle in front of his chest. The heat of the flames rippling over his scales threaten to scorch your delicate flesh, the heat making your sweat glands break open and perspire. Dante’s mouth opens and an orange tongue lined with bumps and grooves laps a line across your own chest, taking in the decadent taste of you. Despite your trepidations, you can’t hold in the moan that drops from your mouth, eyes fluttering closed. Transparent, tangerine saliva drips down your abdomen as his tongue roams around, stimulating nerves from your throat to your navel, bumps dragging across smooth skin.

“My mate…Mine, mine,” Dante growls out, clawed fingers pinching at your thighs as he pushes your knees to your chest, wings supporting your weight from behind and below.

”Dante, c-careful, Jesus,” you whimper out, laser-focused on his claws dangerously close to shredding your skin open. All you get in response is another resonant growl, steam pillowing off his breath. Before you can warn him again, the sandpaper tongue swipes at your hole, making you shudder and go limp against his wings, forgetting your train of thought. One thing about Dante was that on the surface, he came off as reckless, impulsive - but it couldn’t be further from the truth. He had backup plans for his backup plans, and thought out every little thing. As much as your body was sounding off alarms to scramble away from the devil, he was taking the time necessary to warm you up before indulging himself - a preliminary ‘thank you’ for being a willing victim. You look up at Dante’s face, or what used to be his face, and lock eyes with the fiery orbs glaring down at you. It was hard to tell, but you could swear that little shit was smiling down at you, knowing you’ve put two and two together. A bass of laughter shakes his form, leaning forward to bump his forehead to yours as carefully as possible.

”Told you. No harm.”

You let out a shaky breath at his smartass remark, but it’s futile to steady your breathing. Dante’s tongue pushes into your hole, pointed and flexed as it slides between your inner walls. The feeling is indescribable, and for lack of a better word: devilish. Your juices coat the length of his tongue as it assaults you repeatedly, twisting in and out while talons keep you folded upright against your squirming. Heat floods your core as your release builds upon itself, gasps and symphonic moans invading the quiet room.

Dante can’t hold his instincts back when the taste and smell of your essence is practically reducing every cell in his body into a lust-driven beast. Ejecting his tongue, his wings cradle you down to the bed, knees kissing your ears in a mating press. Your thighs quake against his scaled palms, missing the fullness of his tongue. You open your mouth to ask what he’s doing, but the words jumble into a whine of pain as his head propels to take a bite at your shoulder. Fangs puncture skin and the devil seems to purr as the crimson nectar dribbles from the bite and into his mouth. The receptors in his brain are screaming at him to bite down again and again and again til you’re a battered, bloody mess - every centimeter of flesh peeled back and consumed in the most carnal way.

Thankfully, the human conscious in him refrains and with another nibble to your neck, he withdraws and centers himself with the pulsating warmth beckoning him in. He doesn’t need to check how wet you are - he can smell it, the pheromones rippling off your sex in waves that rivaled a tsunami. A bulbed shaft stretches into your slick and your head shoots up with a scratchy yelp, pain radiating to your hips. A huff of steam leaves the devil’s nostrils, halting to save you more pain despite his needs. Dante watches your fingers go white against the bedsheets, hanging on for dear life, and you can see his wings wilt at the realization he’s letting his devil instincts get the best of him. A clawed hand grips both of small ankles to hold you in place, the other letting go to scoop up one of your hands. Scales run over the skin gingerly, your fingers curling around his thumb for security.

“Deep breaths, baby. Big, deep breaths for me,” he hums out, the mechanic whirring of his vocal chords carrying his voice past your panicked thoughts. You obey, chest rising and falling as your blurred eyes trace the flame spitting from the top of his head. Dante can feel your walls unclench around him and he takes it as a sign to keep going. It’s a slow and painful process, but inch after inch, he manages to squeeze about half of himself in before hitting your cervix.

‘Damn human anatomy,’ Dante curses internally, but makes peace with the complication, thankful enough that you're taking it like a champ. After a moment of stillness, ensuring you’re okay, he starts to move. Armored hips lurch in and out of your tight hole, hushed growls filling your ears. All you can do is lay there, pliant and accepting. Your hold on his finger tightens as your body rocks around with the thrust of his unnatural cock, his name the only coherent word you can manage while he jabs at your g-spot continuously. Dante’s teeth find their way back to your flesh, leaving bloody constellations along your legs. So consumed by the fullness of his girth, you don’t notice the ruby fluid dripping down your limbs from the bites, barely registering his tongue greedily licking you clean. Bursts of white spot your vision, core muscles tightening as your orgasm tears through you and a scream of pleasure brings tears to your eyes.

“Mine…Mine to fuck, mine to…to take…gonna look so good when you’re full of my cum…” Dante snarls against your skin, pounding his cock into the wall of your cervix with ferocity. He can’t take it anymore - he needs to come, he needs to watch it drip out of you precious cunt. Securing his hand around your ankle, Dante runts himself into your hole, gusts of wind sending goosebumps down your frame as his wings flap behind him with excitement. With a bellowing roar from him, you can feel the powerful deluge of seed swarm your body, gushing out and down your center. You feel like you’ve been hit by a semi-truck, limbs trembling and aching as you lay lifeless under him, gasping for air.

A glare of red light makes you wince, eyes straining against the light to see Dante devolve to his human form, dripping so much sweat it’s like he jumped in a pool. Dropping your ankles, he pushes himself between your legs and plants a sloppy, loving kiss on your mouth, hands threading in your hair. You kiss back weakly, shaky hands holding onto his arms. Pulling his head back, he examines you for any serious injuries, eyes conveying a battle of concern and satisfaction.

“You okay? Hurt? Was it too much? God, sorry- sorry, I-“

“Dante, I’m fine,” you let out a wavering chuckle, sitting up slightly. “That was…incredible. You were incredible.”

Dante meets your eyes again with a surprised laugh, in disbelief you’re praising him in a state like this. His fingers trail down to the bites along the outside of your thighs, vaguely recalling how your skin felt between his fangs in his primal craze. He remains plugged inside you, the intimate mixture of releases leaking between your bodies.

“Look at you…” Dante traces along a more gnarly mark in admiration, blood trickling over his finger. “How’d I get so damn lucky, huh?”

He brings his fingers to his lips and sucks off the blood, that all-too-familiar teasing gleam in his eyes as they lock on yours. A throaty moan leaves him as he swallows, fingers falling away with a string of spit. The scene goes straight down to your heat, walls closing around on him with need. Sitting all the way up, you grab his hand and playfully nip at his wrist, dilated eyes devoted to memorizing him in this moment.

“Can we go again?”

“Again?” Dante laughs, raising both eyebrows at you. “Honey, I don’t think th-“

“Please,” you pout at him, kissing along his hand til you can slip two of his fingers between your lips. Dante’s jaw goes slack, a heady breath fanning over your face as his cock twitches inside you from your plea. With a hard swallow, he nods, free hand cupping your face.

“Fiiiiine,” he sighs out, putting on a show of dramatics before a smile tugs at his lips. “Flip over for me, princess.”

[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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[lyraofthestarsss]

Blushing Game

(Mystreet boys x reader)

How long does it take to make them blush?

Garroth

- bro folds almost immediately lmao

- He definitely tries!! After all, he was used to putting on a face in front of others back in O’Khasis. Surely this wouldn’t be too different

- But there’s no hiding things from you

- All it takes is one sweet nickname for him to start melting

Dante

- He… also tries

- He’s definitely more competitive than Garroth. A few of your first few flirts are only met with smug smiles and comebacks

- It only takes a minute or so for all the compliments to finally get to him

- He looks away as he tries to hide his red face from you

Laurance

- for a moment, you thought this man was nearly unbreakable

- Nearly all of your flirts end with him shaking his head and smiling back at you

- He tells you “try harder, love” and “aww you can do better than that”

- If anything, you’re the one that starts getting flustered

- You start to lean closer, whispering in his ear

- You tell him you love him, how much he means to you, how you can’t imagine loving anyone else

- The closeness, along with how sincere you are, is what finally gets to him

- He curses under his breath as he leans his forehead on your shoulder

- He mutters that he loves you too, just loud enough for only you to hear

[starhvney]

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 ☆ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: dante, gene, laurance

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff, teasing and making out, reader is shy and inexperienced with kissing, she asked him to teach her how ;)

𝐂𝐖: none?

𝐀/𝐍: @frannky requested: "omg mystreet boys teaching you how to kiss and they unintentionally make out with you 🤭🤭" um. so yeah i need to be taken out back behind the shed and put down like a dog ty for the scrumptious prompt

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☆ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 (coming soon)

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄

“so… you have a crush on someone else, but want me to show you how to kiss?”

timidly you nod, your heart throwing itself against your rib cage in protest of your bold actions. 

“yeah…”

“but you’re not gonna tell me who this guy you have a crush on is?” dante tilts his head, blue hair shifting against his face as he narrows his eyes at you.

the corner of his lips turn up, eyebrows raising when you shake your head no. his fingers reach up to brush the hair from your face, trailing down your cheek and curling under your chin to give it a teasing lift.

“and what would your crush think if he knew you were kissing me? would he be okay with this?”

“um…” you stumble with your words, scrambling for your next excuse. “…yes?”

both of his hands cup the sides of your face, fingertips threading themselves into your hair and head dipping down to press a playful kiss against yours. he pulls away just as quick, gauging your flustered reaction and reveling in your widened eyes and agape mouth.

“i think you’re lying,” he giggles, squishing your face in his hands and poking your cheeks with his thumbs. “tell me who you have a crush on. c’mon, you can tell me.”

“i—you—-“ you stutter, staring up at your crush who knew exactly what he was doing. “i can’t.”

“sure you can. how else am i supposed to guess how he’d want you to kiss him?” he bites his bottom lip, eyes darting down to yours before leaning down to nip and pull at your own. “should i just show you how i like it? want me to teach you how i kiss?”

you eagerly nod, immediately blushing in embarrassment as he grins at your response.

“oh yeah?”

his head dips down again, teeth tugging your lower lip and getting your jaw to slack, letting him maneuver his mouth against yours the way he wants. his hands trail down to land against your waist, rubbing his fingers into the skin before sliding them down to rest on your hips. he pulls his lips from yours for just a split moment, just to talk you through it.

“put your arms around my neck…” you do as he says, making him tap your hip in praise. “there you go.”

his lips are once again on yours, greedily pressing his tongue into your mouth as he kisses you, frenzied and full of a determined motive to get you to crack. he pulls back once again, backing up when your lips try to chase his. one of his hands moves up to swipe the smear of your tinted lip gloss from the corner of your lips, a smug eyebrow raising at you.

“you gonna admit it’s me, now?” 

you duck your head, timidly nodding as you bite against your now pouted and plump lower lip. when you glance back up you notice his own face has gone red, despite the front he had so confidently put on.

“then why do we have to stop here?”

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄

“gene…”

you’ve lost any ability to get up from where you sit on gene’s lap, the nervous butterflies and heat in your cheeks disabling any coherent thought or power in your limbs to move. you want to punch the stupid smirk right off his face as he leans in for the nth time, dodging your lips and instead brushing them along your jaw.

“what?” he snickers, relishing in the annoyed whine that leaves your throat.

“you’re being mean.”

“aww,” he coos, clicking his tongue and leaning back with a tilt to his head. “how? i’m just teaching you like you asked.”

“you know what you’re doing…”

“hm?” he smiles, more amused chuckles leaving his lips. “and what’s that? why don’t you tell me what i’m doing.”

your fingers lock onto his shirt, tugging in protest as you duck your head down in embarrassment. his hand gently slides to rest under your chin, fingers holding your jaw in place as he lifts your face back up. cool fingertips and rings accentuating just how hot your cheeks had grown.

“look at me, sweetheart,” he smiles, finger tapping against your cheek. “tell me.”

“i can’t,” your eyes clamp shut, head shaking.

you hear him snicker one more time before his lips are pressing against yours. he draws back, deep voice rasped and husky as his breath brushes across your face. it smelled of nicotine and mint, something comforting and entirely gene.

“i’m so mean, i know…” he brushes his lips against yours. “i’ll make it up to you, you just need to be patient. can you do that for me?”

you nod, leaning forward in hopes that he’d connect his lips with yours once again. he finally complies with your wishes, slightly chapped lips locking against your own and stealing your breath.

he doesn’t pull away this time, his hand that held your chin maneuvering your face the way that he wanted. your breath hitches, allowing him to deepen the kiss, exploring your mouth with his tongue. he tilts your head back, hand sliding to the nape of your neck to hold you in place and his other arm slinking around your waist.

it’s not until you’re out of breath, tapping against his neck and chest that he lets you go, pulling back just a few centimeters. he smirks down at your flushed cheeks and plump lips, eyes hooded and glossed over.

you squirm when you attempt to pull further away, only to be stopped by gene’s firm hold on you.

“where are you going?” he laughs under his breath. “you still have a lot to learn, we’re not done yet.”

𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

your face is buried in laurance’s chest as he chuckles at you, his fingers gently brushing through your hair and trailing down to rub circles against your back. despite his attempt to comfort your timidness it only makes you melt further against him, electric tingles and goosebumps shooting across your skin where his fingertips linger.

“aww, you’re so cute. you don’t need to be shy with me.” he purrs into your ear.

his arms wrap around you, holding you tight against him as he dips you down like the end of a romantic slow dance. he leans over you, admiring the face you’re unable to hide from him like this. your cheek presses against his bicep, squishing against the muscle as you try to turn and squirm away from his soft gaze. 

“what are you embarrassed for, sweet girl? what’s wrong?” he squeezes you against him, smiling as he doesn’t let you shy away.

“i’m just nervous…” you squeak out, throat tight as your heart jumps up from your chest.

“ohh, i know.” he coos, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “i’ll take the lead and i’m sure you’ll catch on quick, hm? is that okay with you?”

you nod, chin trembling involuntarily from nervousness. he giggles again, lifting you up closer to him as he leans down and presses a gentle kiss on the side of your face, close to your ear. 

“you’re adorable, just calm down. i’ve got you.” he whispers before placing another kiss across your cheekbone, intentionally running his soft lips against your skin. “i can hear your heartbeat from here.”

you practically go limp against him in response, earning another adoring chuckle from his lips. he plants more feathery kisses along your cheek, trailing closer to your lips and reaching the corner of your mouth. he pulls away for just a moment, admiring your shaky breaths and flustered features.

slowly, he leans back down, pressing his lips against yours in a heart-wrenchingly tender kiss. it makes your head spin, his soft treatment of you contrasting the thundering war rushing through your veins and rushing to your head. when he pulls away you can’t help how your lips chase after him, before you dizzily lean back into his arms.

he smiles, giggling at your eagerness as he unlatches the arm he secured around your waist to brush his thumb against your lower lip. “you want more?”

before you could melt through his fingers from embarrassment he dives down, seemingly much more eager than he was letting on as he nudges his mouth against yours, getting your lips to part as he brushes his tongue against yours.

his arm holds around your waist again, pulling you snugly against him and his hand brushing along your spine as he steals your breath straight from your lungs. when he pulls away again—after what felt like an entire lifetime later—he can’t help the soft smile that graces his lips again, eyes tender as they take in every part of your expression.

“so cute.”

©starhvney, 2024. please do not steal or repost my works as your own.

[femaleboysblog]

every time dante shows his little fangs I feel like a victorian man seeing a woman show her bare ankles

[devilmaymetalgear]

helllooooooo

May I request a Vergil or Dante x afab!reader who is like… the most oblivious person on the planet? Like they could say to them like “I love you, I’d totally date you” and then the reader would be like: “aw! We’re like, so besties”

(my ex totally didn’t say that to me… and I totally didn’t respond like that……)

dante sparda x reader vergil sparda x reader

I love oblivious reader this is so silly

cw: nothing , all fluff

dante sparda

Thinks it's really cute at first, likes how sweet you are.

Until he's said I love you for the hundredth time and you keep calling him your best friend.

Even when he decides to ramp it up to 11, he's touching you, holding you, practically draping himself all over you and you still won't realize how much he loves you.

"I love you a lot y'know." He says it so casually, it can't be that serious can it? He turns to face you, blue eyes looking into yours. You're both sitting in the back of nicos van, waiting for Nico to finish her smoke break.

"Yeah, we're like the best of friends!" You glance back over at him, leaning your head towards him.

"Hmm, sure yeah..." He sighs, leaning back in his seat. Lets hope he gets a different answer tomorrow.

vergil sparda

He's rather blunt, it takes a lot of work to get himself to admit his feelings. And that pales in comparison to how much effort it takes to get him to say it out loud.

Which is why the first time he hears that you both are best friends he almost shuts down, mere friends? Is that how you see the two of you?

Nero and Dante make sure to hype him up and get him to try again. They Motivate™ him if you will.

A quiet day at the DMC shop was a rare one. Dante and Nero had left for a job, Lady and Trish were out having a girls day, whatever that meant. So it was just Vergil and you. Alone. You both sat on the worn leather couch, Vergil reading out loud and you listening.

It was peaceful, just the two of you. A perfect moment indeed. Vergil paused his reading for a second, feeling a weight suddenly on his shoulder. You were laying on his shoulder. And it was almost as if time stood still.

"I adore you." He muttered, closing his eyes.

"Me too Vergil, you're my best friend."

Ah. Of course. There was that word again. Friend. It seemed as if he would need to make his attraction more obvious then.

Hiii sorry I did this before like... all the other requests but I love oblivious reader....

[athenaluciscaelum]

A real fear I have is that the new DMC anime might ruin the community. I know everybody has the right to witness Dante and his awesomeness. But I don't know .... I'm lil scared about incel and red pills joining the community. Like I don't want to see people making Dante out like some sexist women hater or what not. As things on Netflix can get quite popular with lots of viewership. It has already ruined many anime like the Berserk community and what not. The DMC community has been great so far. Is my fear genuine? Or am I being very close minded?

[zutarasbuff]

Reasons why do I think Zuko is a walking green flag (according to what I have noticed within the show):

1. Always feels guilty after doing something that contradicts his principles.

2. Listens to his uncle despite the differences and always turns to him whenever the time calls.

3. Never ever harms the children unlike many of other fire nation soldiers and generals.

4. Lets Uncle Iroh play Pai Sho.

5. Keeps his trauma inside his heart, and even when gets provoked is extremely worried about troubling others with his inner conflicts.

6. Is a fine listener.

7. Lets Appa free and earns Appa’s trust.

8. Doesn’t feel ashamed in working at a tea shop despite being the heir to the fire nation’s throne.

9. Cares for Azula despite her wrongdoings.

10. Is ready to apologize for his faults.

11. Never forgets his duty toward Mai despite his suffering.

12. Is even ready to breakup with Mai to save her.

13. Is an extremely loyal and encouraging friend.

14. Doesn’t hesitate a bit to stand with the right, even if it means challenging his own father or sister.

15. Loves Uncle Iroh so much.

16. Never forgets his mother even after years.

17. Makes sure that the fire nation finds a new way of fuelling their bending other than anger.

18. Preserves the lineage of the dragons and honours them.

19. Hard outside, kind inside.

20. Puts himself at a risk by using fire bending to light up the fountain in Ba Sing Se in the days of wartime asylum just to make Jin happy.

21. Has a very empathetic nature and votes against fire nation waging a war on others in the council of the firelord himself.

22. Is determined to accomplish his goal whether it’s catching the avatar or saving the world.

23. Never tolerates bullying.

24. Is a fine swordsman.

25. Is hot with a hotter voice (thank you Dante Bosco for being the perfect Zuko) and a freaking cute smile.