#devil may cry Netflix

[sindevilslit]

[yzzart]

⋆˚࿔ you would be Dante's death, and he is very pleased to know that.

୭˚. ᵎᵎ content warnings: F!reader, 18+, Dante loves your pussy.

If he had the chance or an opportunity, considered as accomplished and, abnormally, fascinating, to die crushed by your thighs, Dante would love to try it.

Not being accepted, for obvious and, precisely, complete reasons — being impossible to justify, or to impose any defense — the half-demon realized that they felt, in the roof of his mouth, a taste of paradise.

And Dante was addicted to that taste; or rather, to your taste.

“I would die for this pretty little thing.” — He laid you down on the old table, which was filled with bullet casings, a pistol, and a few empty pizza boxes, keeping your thighs resting on his shoulders. — “For you too, my little love.”

His words were muffled, sounding almost inaudible, causing an electrifying vibration to ripple through your body as his talkative mouth was busy eating your pussy. — Delighting in your soaked folds, kissing your pulsing, throbbing bud.”

“I’m serious.” — Dante continued to babble, grunting, he almost felt your fingers pull on his white hair, wanting to scold him; the hunter chuckled, sucking on your clit, sending another shudder through you. — “You’re mean, you knew.”

No coherent words, no coherent rebuke, could be formed by you; only the pleasure, the pure excitement in your veins, matched by your mind, your body, everything. — Thanks to your boyfriend.

That man never — without exaggeration or drama — was satisfied; maintaining an inexplicable thirst, wanting more and not failing to have what he desired. — Dante's head moved forward, pushing you abruptly, with the intention of deepening his tongue between your velvety walls; at least, having a talkative boyfriend had its advantages.

“Look,” — The half-demon’s rough fingers ran through your folds, forming a “V,” opening your pussy; his eyes conveyed pure desire. — “my love.” — You didn’t know if he was referring to you or…

Leaning your elbows on the table, gathering what little strength you had left, being overcome by a cloud of ecstasy, you contemplated the image of your boyfriend; his chin was completely soaked, shining with a lascivious smile curved on his lips. — And you swore you saw a reddish spark in his eye sockets. — Dante's hands squeezed your thighs, imposing a sharp, pointed impression with his fingers, as if they were claws.

Removing a hand from Dante's messy white locks, you moved it across his beautiful, sweaty face to his cheeks; during such an immoral and delicious act, a caress was left there. — He looked at you, deep into your eyes, pressing your skin even tighter; held by a burning emotion, which grew every time he met your gaze.

“You’re going to be the fucking death of me.”

[super-jump]

Lady & Dante 🤍❤️

[multi-fandom-imagine]

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.”

[sweetyart]

Kiss of Judas

[tehrevving]

Submissive Dante is Praised and Teased until he Cums in his Pants. 

My first original anime inspired fic!

Dante x Reader. Praise Kink. Dirty Talk. Experienced Partner. Inexperienced Dante. GN!Reader. Grinding. Dry Humping. Biting. Slight Pain Kink. Slight Choking.

This can be read as a standalone but is set in my series. For backstory, ‘You’ know an older/different Dante, and have been sent through universes and have met the anime one. You know alot about Dante’s life, and how to *cough* Pull That Devil Trigger!!

Read on Ao3

You’re watching him out of the corner of your eye. You hide it well but Dante knows you’re always watching, his senses are enhanced and he’s always watching you, most of the time anyway. He’s curious, your backstory strange and unbelievable, but somehow you have the knowledge to back it up. You do know him, some other version of him. He’d never met you before the other day, but you clearly know too much about him. 

“Thinking about charging for the view,” Dante hums as he stretches on his office chair, pulling his arms up behind his head and making the hem of his shirt ride up. He knows that your eyes are going to dart straight to that small, exposed sliver of skin and that you’re going to stare at it like you want to devour him. He wants you to. You’re reluctant but he knows he can wear you down, he knows you’d be able to rock his world. 

Your eyes dart away at his words but there’s no embarrassment in your gaze, you just chuckle. “You can’t handle me, Cowboy.”

Dante flexes his shoulders and rocks his hips slowly, your eyes snapping back to him. “You’re just a human,” he muses, “and I’m a strong, invulnerable half-devil. I can handle anything you throw at me.”

You shake your head. “Five minutes with me and you’d be making a mess of your pants.”

“Doubt it,” he taunts back, but he’s not actually sure. He doesn’t have that much experience, and you definitely do. 

You sigh. “You’re not gonna give up on this, are you Dante? I told you, I don’t want to fuck you up by doing this with you, but, if you’re not going to let it go, then fine, you can have a taste.”

“Jackpot,” Dante grins but there’s something dark and hungry in your gaze that makes his smile falter. You walk over to him, hips swinging and Dante swallows heavily. He plants the legs of his chair back on the ground and pulls away from his desk, tapping his fingers on his lap with a growing, smug excitement. 

You straddle him, sinking straight down into his lap like you belong there. Your palms press against his chest for support as you settle against him. You’re so fucking warm and even though you’re hiding it well, his enhanced senses pick up the slowly rising beat of your heart. His hands move to grip at your hips and hold you steady. 

“Is this alright?” you ask, voice soft and full of something warm and comforting.

Dante nods, eyes flicking between your face slightly above his and your chest, perfectly positioned at eye level. “More than okay Sweetheart.”

You give a small sigh and then reach out, hooking your pointer finger just underneath his chin. You pull his face up, making his eyes meet yours. Your eyes are dark and full of desire. 

“Can I kiss you?” you ask softly, eyes fixed on his lips. 

Dante nods eagerly. “Mhmm.”

You kiss him, softly at first, a warm press of lips against lips. You move carefully, easing him into the heat of your body before you start deepening the kiss. You lick across his lips and he opens up, eager for a taste. Your tongue pushes into his mouth, rubbing against his. He pushes against you, trying to deepen the kiss in his own way. You bite down on his tongue to stop him and he gasps, pulling back. 

Your fingers are on his chin, digging into his skin as you direct his head. You pull him to the side, dragging your lips across his jaw. You kiss him, biting and twisting suddenly too sensitive skin between your teeth from his lips all the way to his ear. Heat pricks at the base of Dante’s neck as arousal begins to swell in his blood. 

“You smell so good,” you whisper, lips pressed to his skin. “You always smell so good.” You lick him, warm saliva cooling against his cheek. “Good enough to eat.”

Dante’s breath leaves his lungs in a rush. He hears you chuckle and then your hand is suddenly in his hair. Your nails prick at his scalp as you kiss him again, lips rough as you wrench his head back and take control. 

Dante is at your mercy, head held still while you kiss him like you’re trying to devour him. He wants you to. He tries to chase your lips when you pull away but you yank him back by the hair. He wants more and growls his reluctance as prickling pain washes down his spine.

“Don’t you growl at me,” you scold him, nails digging into the back of his neck. “If you don’t behave then I’m going to need to punish you, Dante,” you purr, lips moving by his ear. “Bad boys get spanked, and you don’t want that, do you?”

A half growl, half moan leaves Dante’s throat. He does want that, not right now, but he wants it, he wants everything you’re willing to give him. 

You bite down on his earlobe hard and he shudders, the pain searing. “Bad boys get spanked and naughty boys get their asses fucked. So behave.”

Dante’s eyes flutter shut. Oh fuck he wants it. His head is swimming, thick with arousal and submission. All you’ve done is speak to him and barely touched him, and it’s too much. He’s suddenly too hot, an overwhelming heat radiating from his body, he wants his clothes off. Your hips lower slightly, brushing the bulge of his erection in his tight pants. He groans as you ride him for a moment, then whines when you pull away. 

“Good boy Dante,” you praise, “you’re almost there. Just a little bit more.” You kiss at his jaw as your words throb through his cock. You kiss down his neck, biting for emphasis. You tug on his hair, guiding his skull in every direction, pulling the skin of his neck tight so you can suck deep marks into it. Your tongue brushes over his frantic pulse and his breathing quickens, the heat of arousal and <i>something else</i> rising behind his eyes. 

“You’re being so good,” you whisper, praising while Dante swallows heavily. “You’re behaving, I knew you would. Your heart is beating so fast.” You lick his pulse to emphasise your words. “What are you thinking about?”

“Y-you,” he stammers. 

“Be more specific,” you chuckle, the sound taunting him as you bite at his neck. He tries to speak but your hand moves to his throat. Your grip tightens, pressing, not cutting off his air but hinting that you could. 

His devil craves it with a deep, throaty whine that echoes from deep within his chest. 

“You’d let me do absolutely anything, wouldn’t you?”

Dante nods, hips bucking, desperately trying to get friction. His pants are so damn tight, the ache of his cock dividing his attention. 

You rock your hips downwards and he groans, head falling forward to rest on your shoulder. He can feel your heat even through too many layers of clothing, maybe he’s just imagining it but he doesn’t care. He wants to take control, to push you down and take what he needs, but your hand in his hair stops him, your grip on his throat makes his devil quiver in anticipation instead, wondering what you might do. 

“Ah, there we go,” you purr, rocking against him. You don’t remove your hips this time, you grind down on him instead. Dante groans, the friction and heat on his cock forcing his hips to buck. 

You shift your grip on him, the hand on the base of his skull moving to the back of his shoulder. You dig your nails in, pressing hard enough through his shirt that he thinks you might be drawing blood. He likes it. He wants more. You squeeze gently at his throat, cutting off his air for a single, desperate moment before your fingers brush across his jaw to just behind his ear. You yank his head to the back and side, stretching out his neck.

You lean down and start licking over the spot where his shoulder meets his throat. He shivers, it’s sensitive there, so much more sensitive than it should be. You’re grinding against his cock and the heat and pressure is addictive. He wants more, but he doesn’t want to push you, he wants to see what you’re going to do. 

“Don’t fight it Dante,” you urge him, voice clear with intent. 

He doesn’t know what he’s supposed to not fight, but he can’t nod his head to respond so he just exhales sharply instead. 

You press your lips to his skin and then your teeth, adjusting the angle until his whole body starts tingling with a sudden, desperate heat. You grind down roughly, hips pushing against his bulge. Dante presses up into the friction with a groan. Your nails dig hard into the wounds on his shoulder, the pain somehow only making his cock harder, throbbing with need. You bite down hard enough to break the skin, hard enough to take a chunk out of his shoulder. Dante shouts, the pain giving way to a searing, desperate pleasure as his vision fades to a sparking, all consuming white and his entire body erupts with electricity, cock spurting uncontrollably in his pants. 

[thepikachualchemist]

he's the most adorable thing ☹️

[1liv]

DEVIL MAY CRY 1.05 & 1.07

[kazamajun]

We have much to catch up on, brother

[doodleferp]

Listen. LISTEN. I had to do it before the show came out. I had to.

[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.

[roz-ani]

Resident Evil bootleg multiverse when, Netflix?

[yzzart]

⋆˚࿔ LIKE FATHER, LIKE DAUGHTER..

୭˚. ᵎᵎ content warnings: Dante being a girl's father, mention of Eva and Vergil, cute and light content. — inspired by this ask!

⭑.ᐟ Eva; that was the name of the little thing that Dante would protect, give his life to, — even if it might mean freezing or destroying hell — until his last breath.

⤷ He didn't mention it, he consigned immortality, it didn't matter; Sparda's youngest son would continue to protect his child. — Now, being considered as his life.

⭑.ᐟ Dante would do everything — EVERYTHING — for his little girl; precisely, if she asked, with those bright and irresistible green eyes, to reach the moon with her father's wings, the half-demon would comply immediately. — He couldn't leave her hanging.

⭑.ᐟ Sitting on a small bed, which was sturdy enough to support his weight, with his legs crossed and his little daughter between them, Dante made — tried to make — a long braid in Eva's white, almost blond, hair.

⤷ She was enjoying! — No complaints, no murmurs or tantrums, nothing; on the contrary, the little one hummed, smiled excitedly and waited patiently for her father. — It was an adorable scene, beautiful to admire, warming your heart.

⤷ Did she like it? She loved it; she was enchanted by the work her father did, even though he said it didn't turn out the way she expected, little Eva admired herself in the mirror. — Soon, she hugged her father, saying a huge "I love you".

⭑.ᐟ Dante would receive a brave, fearless and courageous mission: to protect his little daughter against the monsters in her room. — Not even facing another creature of the Cerberus race or trying to stop his older brother was more serious than this. — And this is not some kind of drama or staging.

⤷ However, every time you were called to this duty, in the middle of the night, you realize that Dante and Eva fell asleep together; in a little spoon, Eva hugged her stuffed animal while being hugged by her father. — Your lips curved into a sleepy smile but with passion at the scene before your eyes; covering them with the blanket, you kiss both of them on the forehead.

⤷ Well, he was fulfilling his mission, wasn't he?

⭑.ᐟ Dante would tell the little girl his stories and moments — even if they were few and quick — that he had with his mother, the one who had received an homage to her name, and his brother; and even though he was so stubborn, Dante hoped that he would meet his niece.

“Did you and my uncle fight over a necklace?” — ​​Asked the small and smart child, tilting her head when she heard her father’s story; finding it strange that they had argued over simple accessories.

“Your uncle started it, my princess.” — Dante defended himself, claiming a just cause on his side of the fight; you were by his side, listening to everything.

“Dante.” — You scolded your husband, raising an eyebrow, claiming he was forgetting a small but important part of the story.

⭑.ᐟ Dante didn't have a good childhood, — he didn't have a childhood at all, really — he might not know many things, but he promised himself and you that he would make sure your daughter had the best life any child could have. — Something he always wanted when he was younger. — The first day he saw Eva in his arms, he felt alive.

⤷His life was you and Eva; and Dante would fight, he would die for you.

[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?

[dangerousbride]

She's trying... 😅 [Dirty talk, dirty Lady 💓]

[skitzrep]

no but half-angel!reader dancing with Dante is stuck on my mind

Dante is always the one initiating dances—before a fight; in the middle of cooking; as you're reading. He'll offer you his hand, palm facing the sky, with a softened look of confidence. The way your hand slides into his is effortless before he pulls you into his chest, twirling you around with an arm wrapping around your middle.

He imagines he loves you a little more than you love him, and it's apparent through his constant desire to be close to you. And he's content with that. He hopes it's enough.

But he's caught by surprise when you finally initiate the dance with him, holding your hand out to him the way he's done to you so many times. You're surrounded by demons intent on killing the both of you, but your eyes are focused on him. There's no sign of fear or concern in your expression—you're smiling at him.

"You going to take my hand, or what, D?"

Dante huffs a laugh, ignoring the horde quickly approaching.

"I'd be an asshole if I turned you down," he admits, grabbing your hand a little rougher than he normally would.

A noise of excitement escapes your throat as Dante swings you around like an extension of himself—landing a bone-crushing kick on the demon behind him.

note: ahhh i love him so much i want a cute fight sequence where they're basically dancing with each other while taking out demons, and it looks so elegant but the hits they're landing are nausea-inducing