#Dante sparda x reader

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Like Hell, You’re Shy Now || Dante Sparda ||

The old, battered leather of Dante’s chair creaked under him as he leaned back with that usual half-lazy, half-hungry smirk. You stood between his legs, fingers fidgeting at the hem of your oversized shirt — one of his, of course. It swallowed you whole, brushing your bare thighs, the scent of gunpowder and cedarwood clinging to the fabric.

Dante’s red coat hung off the side of the chair, his black undershirt tight across his chest, half unbuttoned from earlier. His eyes never left you, glowing like smoldering embers — waiting, watching, eating you alive without a single touch.

“You gonna keep lookin’ like that,” he murmured, voice low and rough, “or are you gonna climb on and make a mess of me?”

Your breath caught, thighs pressing together. You’d had him before — over desks, against walls, in the damn kitchen once — but this… this was different. Riding him? That meant taking control. That meant all his focus on you. No place to hide.

“I—I don’t know if I can—”

Dante chuckled, the sound dark and rich. He leaned forward slightly, one gloved hand dragging up your thigh, slow and possessive. “Like hell, you’re shy now,” he whispered, voice teasing but tender. “You’ve taken my cock screaming before, sweetheart. What’s this really about?”

You swallowed hard, heat creeping up your neck. “Just… it’s new,” you admitted. “You watching me. All of me.”

His eyes softened for half a second before darkening again, fingers curling around your hip, tugging you gently forward. “Then let me make it easier for you.”

With his help, you climbed onto his lap, straddling him. The friction of your bare heat against his jeans made you gasp, and Dante’s jaw clenched as he felt the wetness through the fabric.

“Shit, baby,” he growled. “You’re soaked already?”

Your cheeks burned, but your hips shifted instinctively, chasing the pressure. He looked like sin itself beneath you — legs spread wide, muscles tense, his expression a mix of reverence and filth.

“Take what you need,” he murmured, voice husky. “I’m not going anywhere.”

With trembling fingers, you reached between you, unzipping him and freeing his cock — thick, hot, and already leaking for you. Dante helped, one hand guiding you as you lined yourself up and sank down, inch by inch.

Your head fell back with a whimper as he filled you, stretch delicious and overwhelming. His hands gripped your hips hard, grounding you, but he let you control the pace. You started slow — the roll of your hips unsteady at first — but his praise poured like gasoline on your nerves.

“That’s it,” he groaned, teeth gritted. “Look at you… fuckin’ perfect. Ridin’ me so good, baby.”

You rocked against him, gradually finding rhythm, the drag of him inside you hitting every nerve. Dante’s head fell back against the chair as he watched you through hooded eyes, pupils blown wide.

“Goddamn, you were made for this,” he grunted. “Made for me.”

The warmth on your cheeks was matched only by the heat pooling deep in your belly. Each bounce sent shocks of pleasure through you, and the way he held your hips tighter, thrusting up just enough to meet you — it pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

“You feel so good, Dante,” you whimpered, nails digging into his shoulders.

“Come for me, angel,” he growled, suddenly snapping his hips up hard. “Wanna feel that pretty pussy squeeze me while you fall apart.”

You shattered, moaning his name as you clenched around him, trembling in his lap. Dante wasn’t far behind — he pulled you down hard and spilled into you with a groan that vibrated through your whole body.

You collapsed against his chest, both of you breathing heavy, skin slick and bodies tangled, legs still shaking as your fingers clutched a fist full of his shirt.

After a moment, he tilted your chin up and kissed you — slow, sweet, reverent.

“Next time,” he murmured against your lips, “you’re takin’ that shirt off first, your beautiful tits out. I want the full view, babe.”

You laughed breathlessly. “You’re insatiable.”

He grinned. “Only for you.”

[jupitereleven]

new favorite character unlocked 😻

[luv-lock]

ㅤֹㅤ⊹ㅤ #ㅤDEVIL IN YOUR EYESㅤ.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☆⁠ PAIRING : Dante Sparda x Fem Reader

☆⁠ HEADCANON : How Would He Be When He's Obsessed?

☆⁠ NOTES : English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

It started with a glance.

You were just some random girl who walked into Devil May Cry looking for a job—maybe organizing the mess, answering calls, anything, didn’t matter. Your voice was too sweet, your hair too messy, your smile too damn genuine. You had no idea who he was. No idea what he could do. You called him “sir” with that soft tone like he was some regular guy. That alone should’ve been harmless.

But you lingered.

He remembers the way your fingers wrapped around the handle of the broom that first day like it was a damn holy weapon. He watched you sweep through blood, broken glass, and demon guts without flinching. That was the moment. That was when it twisted inside him—tight and hot and uncomfortable. A feeling he hadn’t had in a long time. Maybe ever.

He started watching you.

Not in a pervy way—at least, that’s what he told himself. He was just… curious. Protective. That’s normal, right? You were a human, after all. Fragile. Breakable. And the world was full of monsters that looked human enough until they ripped out your spine.

He tells himself that’s the only reason he trails behind you when you walk home. That’s the only reason he’s memorized your schedule, your favorite diner, the way you tap your foot when you lie. You have a tell. That’s adorable. He could eat that up.

And he would.

If he wasn’t so fucking stupid about this whole thing.

Dante flirts with everyone.

That’s just how he is. But with you, it’s different. With you, the teasing comes out a little slower, a little deeper. It’s not just about getting a reaction—it’s about earning one. He wants to see you flustered, wants to see you annoyed, wants to see you laugh at his dumb jokes even when they’re older than sin. And when you do laugh? He wants to burn the sound into his soul.

You caught him staring more than once.

Sometimes you’d smile.

Sometimes you’d look concerned.

That second one scares the shit out of him.

He starts getting possessive.

Subtle at first—he’ll throw his jacket over your chair before anyone else can sit near you. He’ll step between you and strangers just a little too fast. He’ll “accidentally” rip a guy’s arm out of its socket for brushing your shoulder too hard on a bad night. You joke that he’s being dramatic.

He’s not joking.

Dante's not used to wanting something this soft. This real. He knows what to do with lust, violence, revenge. He doesn’t know what to do with the way his chest hurts when you talk about another guy. Or when you say you’re going out alone. Or when you tell him you think demons aren't all bad.

He is one.

But you don’t know that. Not yet.

The obsession gets worse.

You start seeing little things.

A photo of you on his desk—one you didn’t know he had.

Your favorite snacks in his fridge—even though you never mentioned them.

The demon that broke into your apartment dying before you even called for help.

Your spare key vanishing.

Finding his coat on your bed when you swear you locked every door.

He’s trying to play it cool, but he’s unraveling.

If anyone hurts you, he’ll kill them. No hesitation. Human or demon.

If you leave him, he might lose his damn mind.

He knows it. He’s self-aware enough to admit he’s fucked up in the head.

But he also believes—truly, deeply—that no one else can protect you like he can.

No one else will love you the way he does.

With that brutal, messy, obsessive devotion that borders on worship.

Dante doesn’t say “I love you.”

Not with words.

He says it by throwing himself into hell itself just to make sure you live another day.

He says it by watching you sleep, brushing your hair behind your ear like he’s scared it might hurt you.

He says it when he whispers, “Mine,” under his breath every time he looks at you.

And maybe one day, when it all goes to shit and you see the blood and the truth and the devil in his eyes—

He’ll say it with a gun in one hand, your heart in the other, and a smirk that can’t quite hide how scared he is to lose you.

It become worse.

You haven’t called in two days.

Not even a “Hey, I’m okay,” or your usual “Dante, stop drinking all the milk.”

Nothing.

He tells himself you’re just busy. That you’re fine. That you probably lost your phone. But his gut twists in a way it hasn’t twisted since Vergil last disappeared. It’s that same cold sweat. That same gnawing ache. That whisper in the back of his head that something is wrong.

So he checks. First your apartment. Then your friends. Then the streets.

And when he finds nothing—no trace of you—he doesn’t sleep. Doesn’t eat.

He tears the city apart.

And when he finds you?

You’re with someone else.

Some guy. Handsome enough. Normal-looking.

You’re laughing, holding a drink, leaning into him. Touching his arm.

And Dante snaps.

Not in a violence way.

Not yet.

He stands in the shadows, teeth clenched so tight his jaw cracks. He watches. Waits. Memorizes the guy’s face, his name, his fucking scent. He doesn’t move until you leave—safe, untouched. Then he follows the guy home.

And he makes him disappear.

No blood. No mess. Just… gone.

A whisper in the wind. A body never found. A soul damned quietly.

The next morning, Dante is back at Devil May Cry, sitting at his desk like nothing happened. He offers you your favorite drink. Smiles like he always does. Says, “Hey, you look tired,” and wipes a smudge from your cheek with his thumb.

You don’t know. You can’t know.

You think he’s just being protective. Maybe even sweet.

You don’t see the look in his eyes when you talk about someone else.

You don’t see how he stares at your lips when you say you missed him.

And you definitely don’t see how he’s already made the decision:

If you ever try to leave him, he won’t let you.

He’s not proud of it. He knows it’s sick.

And now that he’s tasted the idea of you?

Your laugh, your kindness, your damn smile?

He’ll burn the world before he lets it slip through his fingers.

“You're mine,” he tells you one night, voice low, a little hoarse, like the words hurt to say.

You laugh. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Big scary Dante. My overprotective guard dog.”

He doesn’t laugh.

He just leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear, and says—

“No, sweetheart. I mean it. You’re mine.”

And this time, the way he says it makes your spine go cold.

— MASTERLIST ☆

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[heartkaji]

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

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

“irrelevant.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“she will.”

you continue to scroll through your phone.

but dante takes your silence as intrigue.

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

“yer raisin’ my freakin’ blood pressure.”

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

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

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

“hey! watch it—“

“your spoon, lady,”

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

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

“oh !”

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

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

you raise a brow. “the first ?”

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

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

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

“huh? wasn’t our uber a toyota?”

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

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

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

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

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

you wave them goodbye and make your exit.

“God, i love women.”

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

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

[gay-dorito-dust]

May I have... Dante being a affectionate..towards reader.. 🥺

Most of the demon shit mentioned in here is made up by me because why not.

It doesn't take alot for Dante to be affectionate, he's so full of it that the slip of his arm over your shoulder was just as common as his lips pepper kisses across your cheek, jaw and neck; all the while he easily bats off your feeble attempts to put ditance between the two of you, laughing as he kept you within his strong embrace.

You could simply be exisiting and Dante would find the need to smother you in an abundance of affection, some even resulted in him leaving bite marks upon your skin, some even bleeding a little from his sharp canines digging in a little too deeply to be comfortable nor pleasant for the recipient; ie you as you scold him about it while he smiled deviously, proud of his handiwork.

'i don't see the problem with the biting.' Dante said defensively as you look at the bitemarks within the bathroom mirrior, glaring at him through it.

'sure you don't becuase you don't have to explain to Vergil about how much of a fucking menace his twin is when it comes to my neck.' You winced as you touched one of the bitemarks, mentally making preperations on how you could cleverly cover them up from prying eyes of friends and strangers alike, not that you mind him escenically marking you but certainly not when Vergil was walking the hallways with a knowing look in his icy eyes.

'Hes a smart cookie Vergil,' Dante replies carelessly as he crosses the room to hold you from behind, 'He's aware of the demonic nature that resides within us as well as human, so it's not hard dor him to put two and two together before walking the other way with a face of disgust.' He adds as he resting his head on your shoulder as his smile seems to widen upon seeing your unamused stare.

'How insightful of you, had i not know your brother personally i would've thanked you for that vital bit of infomation, but i do so i don't.' You said sarcastically, trying to show no reaction when Dante buries his head into your neck as he laughs, nosing the bite marks there as though maping them out, before soflty kissing them as if that would heal them.

You found that whenever Dante got affectionate like this you melted like butter within his arms, getting weak in the knees whenever his lips pressed to any part of you, his strong hands holding up on their own as you try to reciprocate his kisses with your own. only for Dante to pull away with a pout that you were certain matched yours, as he says; 'Let me love you sweetheart.'

'isn't it selfish of me to just let you love on me without loving on you aswell?' you asked, not liking leaving Dante out of the wamrth of a kiss, the tender but protectiveness of a hug, or even the serene feeling of having your hand atop of his chest as you felt his heart beneath your palm as though it too was trying to kiss you in some way.

To you Dante was the epiphony of warmth, of strength and protection with every touch he's had seered into your skin and your memories. Yet he was also soft, sweet as the strawberries you could taste upon his tongue from all the sunadaes hes eaten before, it was an addictive taste that you could never get enough of even if you tried, for he would always pull you back in with that stupid smile of his and silly quips that he would make that never failed to have a guilty smile creep upon your lips.

Dante smiles as he kisses your forhead. 'it's not selfish at all when i want to smother you in affection for being too goddamn perfect everyday for the rest of my life.' He admits to you softly, thumbs caressing your wasit. 'since you don't want to be selfish, i'll be selfish for the both of us.' was the last thing he said as his lips descended on yours and you complied to his wishes with no hesitation to speak of. He was your weakness and no one knew this better then the man who was still fruitless in his attempt to kiss away his sore bitemarks.

'im trying to help you here but it seems as though you don't want it at all.' He pouts against your shoulder- his grip on your waist tightning a little- as you wordlessly raised a haid to run through his messy strands of white hair upon his head on instict, making him let out a deep purr like sound that indicated his inner demon's fondness of you coming through however it could.

Speaking of his demoic side, his demon form was only best described as Dante on steroids in terms of affection, something you would've enjoyed had he not run hotter then a thousand furances, neverless towering overyou with it's great height, something that made you feel a multitude of ways as your face was smushed into his hard armoured chest of rough skin. This was not to mention how the ruby red demon was somehow three times more protective over you then Dante was, something Vergil has said in passing was that whatever he or his twin felt in human form, it was twice or sometimes three times more potent in their demon form.

'you often hinder then help.' you say but lift one of his hands to kiss the back of it before resting it back onto your waist. 'Yet each time i try to be annoyed with you and your bites, you come up to me with that puppy dog look, smother me in affection and suddently the words i forgive you leave my lips.' you finished as you looked at the mirror, seeing the fondess and love within your reflections eyes, forever fascinated of how effortless you fit with one another; as though you were two piece mades for each other by the gods above, just as you should be.

Dante moved his head from your neck, smirking to himself when he felt your hand attmept to guide his head back to your neck, not liking the sudden dissapearence of his warmth and wanting to be selfish in keeping him as close as you did now. 'so do you?' he asks.

you furrow your brows. 'do i what?'

'forgive me..and my bitemarks.' Dante says as he presses a kiss to the side of your head, his eyes never once leaving yours through the mirror, shinning like two diamonds or better yet sapphires in the artificial light.

You shrug. 'i don't know, do i?'

Dante groans as he kisses both your cheeks, your jaw and neck much like he always did whenever he knew he was in trouble and wanted to get out of i quckly as possibly. 'Come on! forgive me! pretty please sweetheart,' he kisses the corner of your lip once, twice, three times, 'pretty please with a strawberry sundae ontop.'

You couldn't help but smile at the mention of the sweet treat that you often joked had stole his heart long before you did, something that Dante would take seriously as he often told you that while he loves the sweet treat, you were the truest love in his life and every other life he lives afterwards. 'yes i forgive you, my silly half demon man.' You muttered just loudly enough for the both of you to hear as you then pressed a kiss to his cheek. 'I'll always forgive you.' you add while placing a kiss to his lips, solidifying your words as truth as you felt Dante smile against your lips, huming in content as he holds you tighter within your small but quaint bathroom.

[kxsagi]

“𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐚”

a/n: i am so down bad for dante sparda (mainly the version of him in the new netflix anime)

not only is he OP, white-haired, muscular, ripped, and tall, he’s also funny, sarcastic, protective, caring, and mine

(i am not lying when i tell you i binge watched the entire season 1, 8 episodes in one sitting and it took 3.5 hours)

definitely suggestive content inside btw!

the motel room smells like cheap smoke and cheaper whiskey. the walls are paper-thin, the flickering neon light from the “VACANCY” sign outside bleeding through the curtains like a pulsing headache. you’d almost rather be back in that alley surrounded by demon guts. almost. 

dante lounges on the bed like he owns the place. boots kicked off, jacket discarded, and shirt peeled halfway up his torso, showing off a slash across his ribs that’s still bleeding. of course, the smug bastard doesn’t even flinch because he can heal himself. 

you drop the med kit on the table with a hard thunk. 

“you wanna explain why you dropped in like a dramatic ex during my mission?” you ask, tone sharp. “or do you just enjoy ruining my night?” 

he grins, slow and infuriating. “missed me, sweetheart?” 

“missed the way you swing in late, steal my kills, and leave me cleaning up your mess? yeah. like a migraine.” 

he sits up, wincing slightly as he does. “c’mon, don’t be like that. i did save your ass.” 

“i had it handled.” 

“sure you did.” he pats the bed next to him. “now come on. patch me up before i start bleeding on these nice sheets.” 

you snort. “did you forget that you can heal yourself? plus, the sheets are already stained. pretty sure someone died on this mattress last week.” 

“perfect ambiance for us then.” 

despite every instinct screaming at you to leave him to suffer, you grab the whiskey and some gauze and make your way over. kneeling beside him, you press the rag against the wound, maybe a little rougher than necessary. 

he hisses through his teeth, eyes flashing. “you mad at me or just into pain?” 

“depends. you like it rough, sparda?” 

his gaze locks on yours. heat rolls off him like a storm. “with the right person? always.” 

your breath catches in your throat, but you don’t let it show. not entirely. instead, you press harder against the wound, watching his muscles tense beneath your fingers. 

“tell me,” you say, voice lower now. “do you flirt with every hunter who tries to kill you?” 

“just the ones who make it interesting.” 

you should roll your eyes. should finish patching him up and walk away like none of this is getting under your skin. but it is. he’s cocky and reckless and stupidly attractive in that bad decision kind of way, the kind that ends with broken furniture and bruised lips. 

your hands drift lower, fingers brushing against the edge of his belt as you check for more injuries. 

he leans in, breath warm against your ear. “you gonna keep touching me like that, or are you just teasing?” 

you glance at him. “if i said i was teasing?” 

he grins, eyes dark. “then i’d say tease harder.” 

you’re close. too close. his hand comes up, slow and deliberate, thumb grazing your cheek like a challenge. you lean in, not kissing him yet, just hovering, letting the tension coil tighter. 

“you’re dangerous,” you murmur. 

“baby,” he says, voice low, “i’m the safest bad decision you’ll ever make.” 

the space between you snaps. your lips crash into his, all heat and teeth and frustration. his hand tangles in your hair, the other gripping your hip, dragging you onto his lap like he’s been waiting all night for this moment. 

you grind down, and he groans against your mouth. 

"fuck. been thinking about this since that warehouse job,” he mutters, lips trailing down your jaw. “you remember that? when you nearly stabbed me?” 

“you deserved it.” 

he chuckles, low and rough. “probably.” 

his mouth finds your throat, kissing a line down to your collarbone. your hands fumble at the hem of his shirt, tugging it up and over his head, tossing it aside like it’s in the way (because it is). your fingers trace the fresh bandage, then drift lower, skimming over his abs. 

“you really gonna fuck me on a bullet wound?” you ask, teasing. 

“you really gonna stop me?” 

his tone is cocky, but there’s something feral behind it. like he needs this. needs you. not just for release, but to feel alive again after facing death one too many times. maybe you need it too. 

you roll your hips again, lips barely brushing his. “say please.” 

he huffs a breathy laugh. “you’re evil.” 

“and you like it.” 

he kisses you like he’s proving a point. like he’s staking a claim. and maybe he is. 

you lose track of time after that. your bodies move in sync, messy and desperate and addictive. somewhere between kisses and muttered curses, you forget why you hated him in the first place. 

when it’s over, you’re tangled in sheets that smell like smoke and sweat and something almost like satisfaction. 

you lay there for a moment, catching your breath, heart pounding against his chest. 

“so,” dante says, voice muffled against your shoulder, “you still mad at me?” 

“depends.” 

“on?” 

you glance at him, smirking. “how fast you can recover.” 

he laughs, a real one this time. deep and warm and stupidly charming. 

“baby,” he murmurs, “you’re gonna kill me.” 

“that’s the plan.”

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

a/n #2: this part had me in a chokehold so bad, i know bro is on the verge of dying here but i sent this pic to all my friends and they had nothing appropriate to say

[bertieorangy]

Dante : are we flighting or flirting

Y/N : I’m pinning you against the wall with my hand around your neck 😑

Dante : your point?

[starlightanya0wsblog]

~Having an argument with Dante~

(Warning: slighty suggestive at the end!)

"You take that back!"

As usual, in the office could be only heard the banters of Y/N and Dante; just like any other day.

He chuckled, sitted there in his chair, feigning innocence.

"Hey now, I'm just being honest! Do you have any idea how annoying your rants are? It's like a non-stop flood of whining."

"If I'm so annoying then I won't come to bother you anymore!"

He laughs, shaking his head.

"C'mon now, don't be like that. I was just teasing you, you know that."

He sighed.

"You're so damn sensitive sometimes-"

"I'M NOT! YOU'RE SO- UGHH! I CAN'T STAND YOU WHEN YOU'RE LIKE THIS!"

She slammed the door angrily and got out of the room, her heavy footsteps could be still heard outside as she headed out.

Dante rolled his eyes, mumbling to himself.

"Great, now she's gone and got her panties in a twist. Can never win an argument with a woman."

*****

He was still sitting at his desk, bored out of his mind. After a while, he sighs, leaning back in his chair.

"Damnit... I miss that crazy woman..."

Suddenly, Dante hears a knock on his door, his smirk that before was gone immediately came back with confidence; fixing his hair and clothes and taking a deep breath, heading to the door.

"I know that's her. It has to be; after all, she can't resist me, can't she?"

He opened the door, leaning against the frame and looking at her with a smug smile.

"Well, look who it is. You finally come crawling back to your favourite guy, huh?"

There was standing Lady in front of him, with a confused expression.

"...Uh?"

Dante's smirk faded, a look of surprise spreading across his face as he takes in the fact that it was Lady.

"Lady...?"

He hadn't been expecting her, and a pang of disappointment hit him as he realized it wasn't Y/N.

"Yeah...? Were you expecting someone else?"

He quickly recovered his composure, shaking his head, smirking again.

"What? No. Yeah. I mean... nope. No one else."

He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms.

"So, what brings you here, Lady?"

He chuckled, running a hand through his hair.

"...The job...?"

"Ah, of course. The job. Right. So, what is it? Demons causing trouble again?"

"Yeah... a client called remember? Trish is already waiting for us..."

She can sense something's wrong with Dante, he seemed weirder than usual.

He nods, a smirk playing on his lips as he grabs his coat.

"Yeah, yeah. Can't keep a pretty lady waiting, am I right?"

****

He stands in the center of the battlefield, breathing heavily. His jacket and hair are disheveled, his face smeared with blood. But despite his weary state, there's a gleam in his eyes as he surveys the aftermath.

"Well, that's that taken care of. Good work, Lady."

"Yeah yeah...You know... it's all day that you seem...weird."

Dante furrows his eyebrows, taken back by her observation.

"What do you mean 'weird'? I don't seem weird. I'm just tired from the fight. That's all."

"Well I mean you're always weird it's just a static fact but... you seem a little bit... off."

Dante shrugs, feigning nonchalance.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm fine."

He begins walking away, hoping she'll drop the subject.

"...Now that I think about it; before you seemed surprised to see me... like you actually were expecting someone else."

He froze for a moment, cursing silently under his breath, before continuing to walk.

"Don't be ridiculous. I wasn't expecting anyone else. You must have misunderstood Lady."

"Well, one thing that I know for sure is that you're always joking around and act stupid; but I understand when you'll acting stupid just to not think about something else."

Dante stopped, sighing in defeat. Damn it, she knew him too well.

"All right, all right. You want the truth? Yes, there was someone I was hoping to see."

"Let me guess... you had a fight with Y/N; didn't you?"

He nodded, his shoulders sagging.

"Yeah, we... had a little argument. But it wasn't my fault, believe me. She just can't handle being teased, that's all."

"Well... I saw her getting out of the office and she didn't seem very... pleased. So; is it because of how you put it: "she just can't handle being teased" or because she didn't felt heard?"

He ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated.

"I just teased her a bit, okay? I thought she'd find it funny but instead she got all pissy. She's too sensitive, that's her problem."

"Well; that perhaps may be true; though, don't you think you should... how to put it...?"

He frowned, looking at her with a mix of confusion and annoyance.

"You're starting to sound like a therapist now, you know that? Just say what you want to say."

"...Be less a jerk"

He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms.

"Oh, come on. I'm not that big of a jerk. I was just messing around, having some fun. I didn't think she'd take it so seriously."

"You clearly don't know how to deal with women Dante; even though you're circondated by them."

He huffs in annoyance, leaning against a wall.

"Yeah, well, it's not my fault women are so damn complicated, alright? I don't get why they can't just take a joke."

"Well; I just said what I thought, the rest is your choice."

Dante grumbles under his breath, knowing she had a point but too stubborn to admit it.

"Fine, you're right. Maybe I was a bit of a jerk. But that doesn't change the fact that she's too damn sensitive."

"But you miss her, don't you?"

He looks away, his cheeks getting a little red.

"...Yeah, I do. I mean...we may fight and bicker, but that's just how we are. When she's not around, the office feels...empty."

Lady smiles, giving him a punch of encouragement.

"Then you know what to do already."

He rubs his shoulder, wincing at the punch but appreciating the gesture.

"Yeah, I do."

He gives her a playful salute, before heading to Y/N's house.

*****

He arrived at her house; with a pizza box in his hand.

"Here goes nothing..."

He took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

"Comin'!"

He waited anxiously, shifting from foot to foot. He was hoping she would at least hear him out. After a moment, the door opened, revealing Y/N.

Her smiled dropped seeing him, looking at him a little curious and a bit angry.

"Look who came all over the way here..."

"Yeah, it's me. Can I come in for a moment? I... need to talk to you."

She seemed to think about it for a moment, she sighs and makes him sign to enter.

The moment he steps inside, he feels a mix of gratefulness and nervousness as she lets him in. He closes the door behind him, holding up the pizza box.

"Hey, uh... I brought pizza. As a peace offering."

"..."

He fidgets awkwardly under her gaze, feeling the weight of her silence. He sets the pizza down on the nearest table, clearing his throat.

"Look... can we talk? Please? I need to get something off my chest."

She crosses her arms, looking at him and raising an eyebrow.

"Oh now you want to talk? I thought you finded me annoying."

"No, no, I don't find you annoying. I was just... messing around. But I took it too far and I hurt you. And for that, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being a jerk, I'm sorry for calling you sensitive, I'm just... sorry, ok?"

She stays silent, listening to him with a certain focus.

"Look, the truth is... I miss you, alright? I miss our arguments, I miss your annoying little lectures, I miss having you around. You make the office bearable, dammit."

She smiled a little, and even if she was looking down, Dante still noticed it.

"So you miss me uh?"

He returns the smile, feeling relieved that she's starting to soften up.

"Yeah, I do. More than I care to admit."

He runs a hand through his hair, feeling a bit embarrassed.

She was still with her arms crossed, looking up at him. She smiled with a look full of affection.

"I forgive you; I can't stay mad for too long at you if you look at me like a sad puppy... after all, you even brought me pizza."

He laughs, feeling a weight lifted from his shoulders.

"Ha, yeah, I guess I do have a knack for giving puppy-dog eyes."

He sat down on the couch, patting the spot beside him.

"C'mon, come here."

She couldn't contain her own excitement and hugged him tightly.

Dante is taken by surprise by the sudden hug, but he quickly embraces her back, a feeling of comfort and relief washing over him, taking in her wonderful perfume, oh god how missed that.

"Whoa, whoa, easy there, doll."

He laughs, holding her close and ruffling her hair affectionately.

"There's still something you need to do to be completely forgiven though."

"Oh, really now? And what's that sweetheart?"

"You haven't gave me a kiss yet"

He lets out a low whistle, pretending to be shocked.

"Oho, so that's how it is, huh? You're going to make me work for it, are you?"

He grins, pulling her closer, so their faces are only inches apart.

He gazes into her eyes for a moment, then cups her face in his hands, leaning forward slowly.

"You're such a demanding little devil, aren't you love?"

He whispers, his breath ghosting over her lips before capturing them in a passionate kiss.

She smiled in the kiss; if only he knew how much she also missed him...

His hands gets down to grab her ass, whispering to her ear.

"What about make-up sex love?"

He smirked while she was blushing heavily, sighing a little bit, but she would be lying if she would say that she didn't want it...♡

One thing's for sure; the pizza's was surely going to get cold.

[hauntedhokage]

pretty hot

dante/reader

word count: 336

note: no thoughts just dante on this day. written so any era of dante can be put in here

“Y’know,” he starts, pulling a hum out of you as you keep your eyes trained on the road ahead of you. “You’re pretty hot when you’re throwing knives at demons.”

The laugh you let out comes out as more of a huff, followed closely by a cough that makes him wince as he kneels beside you. 

“That’s not all you’ve got, princess.” A gloved hand comes to hold your head up, the other pushing your hair back to get a look at the wound in your hairline. “C’mon, can you stand?”

It pains you to shake your head, and not just where your pride is concerned. The demon hunter in front of you would never let you forget that you needed his help — let alone the fact that he saved your life due to good timing (it was only good timing and absolutely no matter of skill). In addition to your wounded pride; his help would incur a “debt” you’d have to pay back in full, since Dante didn’t do anything for free and loved when you owed him. 

And it also fucking hurt to move your head at all — that’s probably why they were called “head injuries”. You can wiggle your fingers and toes but any other movement is near impossible in your current state, meaning you would need his help again. 

“Silence is a ‘no’.” He even has the nerve to ‘tsk’ at your situation, shaking his head in disappointment before those blue eyes look back up at you. “Good thing I’m here, huh? Let’s get you home.”

This was normally where negotiations began, but instead you have him hoisting you onto his back to carry you away from the impromptu battlefield that had become of Sycamore Street. 

“What’s the price?”

“Good health first,” is all he says, gently bumping his head against yours when you rest your head against his shoulder. “Sexual favors later.”

“Y’know,” you breathe, smiling when he gives your thighs a squeeze. “You’re pretty hot when you make yourself useful.”

[stareiiez]

dante is the guy who LOVES to make you jealous, because you keep telling him you're not into him.

you ' hate ' his cocky smirk, his inability to shut the fuck up, and how handsome he is . Dante and you, you and Dante. The dynamic duo, the dream team. you wonder how Lady ever put up with him in the early years, he never taunted her by having pretty women on his arm. leaning in too close to their ear and whispering something either naughty or flirtatious enough to make them giggle and swat at his bare chest.

your teeth grit, the grip on your drink you nurse turns ever so tight. the glass threatens to crack, hairline splinters grow under delicate finger tips when he guides them away somewhere far from your line of sight.

" they mean nothing to me, babe. " he's panting in your ear from behind, your body bouncing back and forth agressively on his cock. his hazy gaze locked on yours in the seedy bathroom mirror of the bar.

your hair is covering your flushed face, it hides the way your eyes roll when his cock rolls against that one spot inside squishy walls that make you actually believe the bastard. angels sing heaven's praise into your cranium, and the whites of your eyes glow when he speeds up further at the frantic clenching of your sticky cunt.

his hair is askew, and teeth flash in that stupid smirk that has yet to even leave his face at least once this entire night.

sure, you hate dante. you hate everything about him; expect for his dick and his fingers the bruise the soft curve of your lower back. the sweat on your skin makes his grip slip, and he pinches soft love handles with greed.

tomorrow in the early hours when you both are hitting the road.

you'll say you want nothing to do with him, and keep it as strictly professional as possible, until the next time you slip up and you let him get under your skin and into your head. and even better, into you.

[muqingslover]

[ This is different than what I usually post but I had to get this out of my system. The new DMC show brought back so many memories and idc what the haters say it's PEAK.

Anyway, to the DMC lovers out there, please accept this humble offering ]

Being in a relationship with Dante. | some NSFW included.

⊹— He may be the best demon hunter but in a relationship? He's the BIGGEST loser. Dante is always throwing some lame pick-up line your way and believe me when I say he will not give up until one sticks. (Spoiler warning: The fact that it actually works only makes him want to do it again)

—⊹ Dating Dante is not for the faint hearted. You have to be ready for all kinds of beyond ridiculous situations and have a godly amount of adaptability.

⊹— He will ALWAYS answer the phone for you. Literally. It doesn't matter what he's doing or where he is he will pick up the second he sees your name on the screen.

"Babe? Oh yeah! I'm totally still up for dinner! By the way, can you add those pieces of chocolate again to— *Approaching yelling in the background* Just a sec! *Crashing sounds and gunshots* Whew, okay, anyway like I was saying—"

—⊹ Oh yeah, he loooooves using pet names and silly nicknames. His personal favorites are "Babe" and "My little luck charm".

⊹— He likes to give you "traditional" dating gifts because that's what he always saw others do so when he shows up with a big ass teddy bear and a box of chocolates (which by the way he definitely ate some before giving it to you) please tell him you love it.

—⊹ Bro is so competitive. Dante is NOT letting you win in card games or any other board games because he wants to show off his skills to you. Though, if you get genuinely upset he would feel bad and invite you to play video games with him because he fails miserably at them every time.

⊹— His hands grab your ass every time you hug him. Not even in a sexual way he just can't help it and he never fails to throw a "nice ass" right after.

—⊹ Missing jewelry, hat or belt from your closet? He's the culprit. This guy will wear anything as long as he believes he looks good in it. I pray for you if you guys are a similar size because then you will have full clothing pieces missing.

⊹— He is THE hype man. Dante kisses the ground you walk on and he supports your rights and rights (because you could never do any wrong ;)).

—⊹ Dante's favorite thing is to show you off in every opportunity he gets. And if he doesn't have the opportunity then he'll just do it anyway. He is constantly yapping about how incredibly hot his partner is, how good your cooking is, how cute you look when you're focused and the way you smell so damn good all the time like, man! You're a freaking gift from the gods! (someone save poor Lady she can't bear to listen to him any more)

⊹— Please also hype him back in return! He has the worst praise kink case I've ever seen. Each time he's praised he just doesn't know what to do with himself and despite the initial cocky attitude he is easy to overwhelm if you don't stop. The first time you praised him while patting his head or scratching his chin he got a hard-on and had to rush out with a poor excuse before you noticed it.

—⊹ There is nothing romantic about sharing a bed with him. It's an absolute nightmare. First of all, this guy is physically incapable of sleeping with his clothes on. He just can't do it. Dante used to sleep butt ass naked but then you convinced him to at least wear boxers. Next on the list of problems is the snoring— Like, it's so loud you thought there was a truck engine next to you instead of your boyfriend. Not to mention the fact he takes up all space on the bed and moves around SO MUCH while he's asleep.

Please invest in separate beds before you kill him.

⊹— Absolutely hates morning. Getting him out of bed is the hardest thing to do and that's saying a lot with the life you two lead. He will keep you trapped in bed with him by wrapping his strong arms around your waist only to when you get up he sloooowly slides off the mattress and onto floor like a worm hanging to you.

—⊹ Surprisingly, or not, very insecure. This man is not controlling in any way though, he is just very worried that he won't be able to protect you if something was to happen or that you will realize you made a mistake by being with him.

⊹— His favorite thing is to make you smile. I know a lot of people paint him as stupid but I genuinely think he just acts silly as a defense mechanism. It's a mask. With you, though? He will purposely act like a dork because he knows it makes you smile.

—⊹ To add to that, Dante does everything he can to keep your spirits up; Someone hurt your feelings? No need to fret, he’s already planning their downfall. Feeling under the weather? tickle monster time! Migraine? He is closing the curtains and cuddling you until it gets better!

⊹— The filter between his brain and mouth is naturally bad but with you, who he is truly comfortable with, it's just INEXISTENT. This may range from random, useless bullshit to out of pocket comments that should definitely not be said out loud.

—⊹ Physical contact is his thing. I mean, he NEEDS it and can be very high maintenance about it. Having his hands on you is not enough for Dante he has to be as close as physically possible and you need to be giving him some kind of attention in return.

⊹— Hugging you from behind when you're cook, snuggling while on the couch together, keeping a firm arm hooked around your waist while outside, constantly nuzzling his nose on your hair, kissing your neck at every chance he gets, pulling you into his lap as if it's his second nature ECT.

—⊹ Did I mention he adores your hair? In particular long hair because then he can fidget with it by twirling it around his finger or by being a dork and putting it between his lips and nose to make a mustache.

⊹— Your lips are like a drug to him. He will be saying "okay, okay I REALLY gotta bail now" and then stare at you for a solid two seconds then steal another kiss and another and another....oops, he's 30 minutes late already.

—⊹ Dante is a biter. God help you when you give him cuteness aggression (which is basically always) because he will chew on you like candy. Your skin is often red from teeth marks and he doesn't feel sorry about it at all.

⊹— Cannot cook to save his life but absolutely loves your food. Especially if you're good at baking! Man's scarfing down those sweet treats like it's his last meal on earth.

—⊹ He sings while he's showering and holds the bottle of shampoo to you like a microphone so you'll join him. Oh and yes, he is VERY tone-deaf.

⊹— No matter how many times he sees you naked he never gets tired of that blessed sight. He flirts with you like it's the first time he's seeing you and those naughty eyes speak for themselves.

—⊹ He has a high libido, especially in the beginning of the relationship where he's even more excitable than usual. Sex can be very clumsy and messy with him, but that's just what makes it so him.

⊹— If you're a breasty lady, he is reaaaaaally into you using your boobs to get him off. Dante also enjoys having your lips around his cock more than words could describe and a quickie in dark, tight spaces is part of the package with him.

—⊹ Bondage is a guilty pleasure of his. Dante prefers to be the one restrained and left at your mercy instead of the other way around because it's just very hot to him when you take control. You're also the only one he would trust to be this vulnerable with.

⊹— This guy is always late for EVERYTHING, but he shows up without a fail in the end. No matter how battered or tired he might be, not even if he was run over by a truck, he will definitely be there.

[yzzart]

⋆˚࿔ WHO COULD RESIST A DEMON HUNTER GIRLFRIEND? ── HEADCANONS

୭˚. ᵎᵎ content warnings: F!+demon hunter!reader, parallel of this scenario, mention of Enzo, term "jackpoit" and DARKCOM, light content.

⭑.ᐟ By habit, and some intentionally unexpected encounters, of living with and witnessing certain works with Dante, you got used to his classic “jackpot”; it’s not your fault, come on.

⤷ He would say those words in almost anything, when he shoots and kills demons or mercenaries, when he throws a paper ball from the basket and hits it, when he hits a step in the DDR; practically, everything. — And you, his poor girlfriend, were a victim.

⤷ The first time you said this in Dante's presence was during one of the jobs Enzo had sent you, and that the white-haired boy decided to join out of sheer boldness, and while stabbing the demon to his death.

“I can’t believe i’m hearing this from you.” — On the one hand, you didn’t know if Dante was showing off, flattering or celebrating; maybe he was doing all three at the same time. — Readjusting some ammunition in your pistol, you found the situation funny, but you knew he would spend hours or days talking about it. — "I get so emotional, my eyes are burning."

“It’s your fault.” — You defended yourself, standing face to face with your boyfriend; including a defiant look, wanting to show certainty or trying to. — “Nobody told you to say that every single time.”

⭑.ᐟ Everything for you, in a fun and witty way, becomes a competition; from who could finish the job in the shortest time to who got the most points in the DDR. — Of course, in the dance competition, the victory was yours; since Dante tried to reproduce the character's dance rather than, in fact, the steps presented.

⤷ However, he was the one who finished the job the fastest. — That was no competition.

⭑.ᐟ Since you had Enzo, that cheeky and charismatic little guy, as a common client, it wasn't hard for you and Dante to perform duties together; that scoundrel knew about your relationship and wanted the "lovebirds" to enjoy these moments together. — Don't take it the wrong way, he thought you were really cute.

⤷ It's no wonder that Enzo declared himself to be your and Dante's "cupid." — He showed off to whoever was listening, or enduring, the day he made you two meet; obviously, he exaggerated his words too much.

⭑.ᐟ Dante flirted with you, cheekily, 24 hours a day, that was more than a fact. — That man never tired, even after conquering you, of teasing you or flirting with you; you could be at work, far from each other and communicating through messages, he never got tired of you. — It was harder than he imagined, trying to concentrate on something, even if it could cost him his death.

⤷ How many times, while they were contacting you to receive a job that could be valued at a lot of money, and that damn guy was behind you, pressing himself against your skin and making you shiver? — It was so ridiculous. — Just like in other situations, which were not few.

“There was a rumor going around that,” — Sitting at the wooden table, curling your lips as you cleaned one of your filthy weapons, you told the boy. — “you know that explosion on that street near the ice cream shop?” — Dante murmured in confirmation, he was on the other side of the room, taking off his shirt. — “so, possibly, DARKCOM had a hand in it, i don’t know.”

“Bae,” — Moving from where he was, Dante’s necklace swayed as he walked towards you; of course, your eyes went from your gun to that amulet. — “I love your voice, even if you’re talking about those little shits.” — Your boyfriend shamelessly stood between your thighs, taking the gun from your hand and doing the same job you were doing before. — “This one is really dirty, isn’t it? Have mercy.” — He laughed, receiving a murmur from your mouth, and gave you a quick kiss on the lips. — “You can continue, love.”

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Boundless of Energy || Dante Sparda ||

A/n: I hope you like it! Dante from DMC5 as a dad

(i love this scruffy Dante)

@mannythemunchkin i hop you like it!

The sun filtered softly through the curtains of the Devil May Cry office, casting golden streaks across the dusty floorboards and cluttered furniture. Among the chaos of weapons, demon-hunting contracts, and half-drunk cups of coffee, a new kind of chaos had taken root—toddler chaos.

“Come back here, you little gremlin!” Dante’s voice echoed as he sprinted barefoot through the office, fadedcred coat flaring behind him like a cape.

A high-pitched giggle rang out as the toddler in question—his own kid, somehow blessed with more energy than a Sparda bloodline should legally allow—bolted across the room wearing nothing but a diaper and one of Nero’s missing gloves as a hat.

You leaned against the kitchen doorway, arms crossed and biting your bottom lip to keep from laughing. Watching Dante, legendary devil hunter, trip over a discarded pizza box while trying to catch a two-foot-tall whirlwind of mischief was easily the highlight of your week.

“This isn’t even funny anymore!” he huffed, nearly face-planting into the couch cushions. “That kid’s faster than a Hell Caina on steroids.”

“They are your kid,” you called back, voice full of amused warmth.

Dante whipped around with an exaggerated glare, hair wild, one boot on, the other one who knows where. “I didn’t sign up for this level of cardio!”

"He's two Dante."

The toddler shrieked with glee, darting past him again, this time wielding Dante’s Rebellion—well, the foam replica you bought because they kept trying to pick up the real one. Still, the image of your baby stomping around with a giant toy sword yelling “HYAHH!” was something out of an absurd fever dream.

You finally gave in to the laughter, hiding your face in your hands as you doubled over, shoulders shaking.

“Oh, now you laugh,” Dante muttered, scooping the toddler up mid-charge and holding them upside down like a sack of potatoes. The kid squealed and flailed, but the giggling never stopped.

“You’re doing great,” you said between chuckles, walking over and brushing a kiss against Dante’s flushed cheek.

He raised a brow, sweat sticking to his forehead. “You mean that?” His white hair a mess, scruff still covering his face.

“No. But you look great doing it.”

He groaned, tossing himself down on the couch with the toddler sprawled across his chest, now contentedly chewing on the glove-hat. Little giggles leaving his lips as he happily curled into his fathers arms.

As you curled up next to them, you couldn’t help but smile.

Dante, demon hunter extraordinaire, slayer of hellspawn, was now battling a far more chaotic force: parenthood.

He was losing And honestly? He wouldn't have had it any other way.

"You're a wonderful father Dante." You smiled as your fingers caressed his cheek, his gaze softened as he grasped your fingers bringing it to his lips.

"You're a wonderful mother too, best fucking mother I know." He muttered then kissed the inside of your wrist.

[actuallysaiyan]

Dante for prompt #27, please.

warnings: smut, lewd themes, oral sex(fem receiving), male masturbation, love confessions, slight breast/nipple play prompt: “i didn’t mean to call you that, i’m sorry” - “no! don’t apologize, i liked it…”

You keep your distance from Dante. Not that you want to, but damn he is sometimes too flirty and too charming for his own good. You just don’t want to get your heart broken cause some good looking guy doesn’t want to be with you. So despite working closely with him, you keep business and pleasure so separated.

This is much to Dante’s dismay who’s almost a little desperate to get to know you on a much more personal level. It’s not that he thinks he can get any woman into bed with him, it’s just that he’s got a pretty big crush on you. He wants to get to know you better and to find out all your favorite things.

So it starts with just a little time together. He invites you to dinner after a successful job, then you end up staying longer to hang out at his office. Soon, you and Dante find yourself almost inseparable. He’s just so sweet and really, you can’t help but fall for him too. 

You still keep things at a distance. You don’t want to fall too hard. It would completely break your heart if he were to reject you at the end of all of this. Lingering looks, soft brushes against one another, holding onto each other after a particularly intense moment after killing a demon…those are the things that keep your heart racing and longing for Dante’s sweet touch.

He calls you baby one night and you can’t help yourself anymore.

“I didn’t mean to call you that, I’m sorry—”

You don’t even let him finish. You kiss him deeply. Your hands on his face, rubbing the stubble that you love so much. He brings you closer, wrapping his arms around you. His lips trail down the column of your throat before he helps you take off your shirt. He’s so enamored with your breasts.

“No…don’t apologize,” you moan softly as Dante suckles on your nipples. “Please…I liked it.”

He doesn’t need to hear more to continue his ministrations. He shoves you gently onto the desk, getting on his knees for you. Dante slowly pulls down your pants, then he presses his face between your thighs. Inhaling deeply, he shudders when he can smell that heady, sweet scent. Without thinking about it, he begins lapping at your cunt through your panties. You’re shuddering as his tongue and lips stimulate you through the soft cotton.

“So fucking delicious,” he growls as he pushes your panties aside. He groans as his tongue touches your wet folds. “So good.”

He begins to palm himself through his pants as he effortlessly brings you to an earth shattering orgasm. Your legs nearly snap around him as you ride out the blissful high. It feels so good to finally give in to the pleasure you so desperately wanted. When you look down at him after coming down from your high, you can see not only lust in his eyes, but also love.

He comes up to kiss you and you wrap your arms around him.

“I liked hearing you call me baby…maybe you can call me that all the time.” You confess.

“Really?!” Dante’s grin widens. “You got it, baby!”

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[gay-dorito-dust]

Can I request headcanons for Vergil, and Dante reacting to his petite gn s/o wearing his coat please?

Dante

he had come home from a mission, thankfully a quick one and the sight he saw you wearing his trademark red coat, it was more then he could ever thought would be waiting for him back home.

it was even better in his opinion.

his first words when he come back home are; 'wear my coat more often sweetheart, seriously don't stop wearing it i nedd to see you in it more often to make sure i'm not dreaming... for undisclosed purposes.'

seriously this man will try to find any and every way to get you to wear his coat, he needs it like his lungs need air.

he's got a taste of the image of you in his coat and now it's something he wants to see as often as he possinly can, even if it wasn't weather apropriate, he didn't care.

the first time he sees you in his coat he couldn't try to hide his excitment even if he could try, it's so aparent but he doesn't really care at all.

all that mattered was that you were wearing his coat and you looked perfectly sexy in the ruby red attire.

and if you were to try and take it off, he's right before your eyes and keeping his coat over your shoulders.

'keep it on, there's no need to take it off now im here, it just means we can match now.' he jokes as he takes in just how nicely his coat looked up close and his mind was decided, his coat was yours without question.

'so what's the specially ocassion?' he would ask, seeing as you never had done this before, and he was gone for quite a bit, so he was just curious if there was more to you just simply wearing his coat.

you shrug 'i missed you and wanted somwthing that reminded me of you while you were gone, reminding me that you were safe and come home to me sooner or later. i'd just have to be paitient.'

dante smiles softly as he kisses your forehead, his hands rubbing up and down your arms through his coat.

he was not expected that to be your awnser, however he couldn't blame you as he would often find himslef missing you while on missions, so he was secretly thankful that the feeling of missing one another when apart wasn't something only he felt.

especially if missing him would lead to more times like these where you wear his coat just to feel him near you for comfort. he wasn't going to stop you, not like he wanted to anyways becuase it only gives him an excuse to oggle you shamelessly for hours on end.

what can he say?! his baby looks good in his coat, it'd be a crime on his behalf to do such a thing and not admire his sweetheart wearing his clothes. he runs hot enough for the both of you so he doesn't really need his coat as much as he needs, it was only to add to his coolness.

'well then my coat is yours to uses to your hearts content sweetheart but make sure you wear it even if im here, i'm liking what i'm seeing and i never want to forget such an gorgeous sight.' he winks as you lightly slap his shoulder as he kisses your forehead again, holding you against him tightly as he could.

Vergil

he's frozen for a minute upon seeing you in his blue coat, but need i say that it brings a posessiveness out of him.

more specifically his demon side that's happy to see you wearing something of his so cassually, hopefully it should make it know to others that you were happily taken.

so his inner demon wants to see you in his coat more often, even if it didn't exactly make sense for you to be wearing it.

it also didn't help that the deep blue coat suited you perfectly in his eyes before averting them upon feeling the surge of pride and possessivness overcome him.

especially if anyone thriving for your attention was present, it would be the biggest fuck you ever in letting them know you were unatainable, you weren't for their prying eyes only his and his alone.

he's not use to such a thing happening to him, so he's not going to be aware on how to bring it up to you other then; 'you're wearing my coat, why is that?'

hes a curious one and genuinly means nothing by it other then to understand that there was someone who could easily love him and want to be adorned in his clothes.

god forbid you tell him you missed him, that concept is lost on him for as far as he is aware you'd be the only one willing to miss him.

especially when he leaves for long periods of time, never telling you where he was off to only the fact that he would come back to you before using Yamato to open a portal and leaving through it.

a forhead kiss might be given or a kiss to your hand, but even that is used sparingly by the man who treated you as his equal. he's romantic but don't expect him to show it all of the time like his brother.

'i missed you and i found it lying in your study and wanted to feel closer to you' you'd tell him before moving in taking it off, only for Vergil to put a hand on your shoulder.

'there is no need to remove it, keep it if it grants you that much...comfort and consols your soul to a quiet.' he tells you as he allows to admire you in his clothes, feeling a deep purr threatning to spill from the back of his throat.

needless to say from that moment onwards vergil will start to leave his coat more often at your place, signalling that he wants you to wear it and gets a look within his eyes when you do greet him in his coat.

dante has probably seen you in his brother's coat once, only once because Vergil stabbed him repeatedly and chucked his body throat a portal made by Yamato, his eyes glowing and a tad demonic as he growled. 'mine.'

vergil doesn't fuck with what's his and his alone, and even if he may not voice how much he likes you in his coat, his actions sure will.

[yoditopascal]

As a DMC fan who’s currently watching the new anime all I have to say without posting any spoilers is that it’s still worth a watch. It may not be canon to the story of the games and really just takes the characters and some of the lore and sticks them in an alternate universe-ish plot but I think it’s still visually appealing and is trying to be faithful to the lore while still giving us a different story to follow along with. I haven’t finished it yet (I’m only on episode 3 as of rn 😭) but I still think if you’re a Devil May Cry fan you should at least give it a little looksie!

My ONE gripe however is they tried so hard to make Lady so edgy it’s actually backfiring and making me not like her as much (which is sad cuz she’s literally my 2nd favorite character in the game franchise 😭) so I hope she gets a little more tolerable later on but yeah other than that they did SO GOOD with writing the villains in this like the White Rabbit is so cool and just so FINE 🫣

Update: I’m on episode 5 now! I still like it as an AU story (and YES I’ve played the games in the past and watched the old anime back in the day and just recently rebought all of the games again, even the reboot, while they’re all on sale and I still like the show!) I know a lot of people are really bitching about its lore accuracy and I really do get it, yeah it sucks to have a favorite series get adapted the wrong way, and it sucks that they’re really seeming to wanna push this political plot point so hard even though it has nothing to do with dmc itself (I’m talking about the treatment of demons here in comparison to our current irl political climate btw just trying to avoid spoilers for folks who haven’t seen it yet) but overall the show is still pretty entertaining, personally I like it for the most part and still think it’s definitely worth a watch!

That being said people are allowed to disagree with me and dislike things thats fine, everyone is entitled to share how they feel about the show but calling people shitty names just for liking something you don’t doesn’t make you any better for being a “real” DMC fan, it just makes you look like an entitled jackass. You can critique things without being a dick about it to others!