After 2 years of inactivity, I am finally back to writing! I’m currently writing for Ultraman Voltron and Big Hero 6! Feel free to request anything from those three fandoms!
Your mission was supposed to be simple: scout the abandoned warehouse, map the entrances, and report back. No fighting, no drama, no unexpected surprises.
At least, that’s what Dispatch said.
But the second you stepped out of HQ, you heard fast little footsteps behind you. You turned around, confused—only to see Beef, Robert’s giant, lovable dog, sitting proudly with his tongue out
“Beef? What are you doing?”
He looked up at you… then at the pocket of your tactical jacket.
Oh.
You’d forgotten about the beef jerky.
“Beef, no. You can’t come with me.”
Beef didn’t care. He trotted ahead of you like he was leading the mission himself.
You sighed, following after him. “Robert is gonna kill me…”
By the time you reached the warehouse, Beef was practically glued to you. Every time you took a step, he was right next to your leg, sniffing and huffing until finally you gave in and handed him a small piece of jerky.
“Fine. But then we’re going back.”
Beef happily crunched it apart, tail wagging so hard his whole body wiggled. You tried again to do your job, but Beef followed so close he might as well have been your shadow.
“Okay, mission’s over. Come on, you little traitor.”
You brought him back to HQ, where Robert was pacing in the hallway with his hands in his hair.
“Beef! There you are—wait… why do you have him? And why does he look guilty?”
Beef walked straight to Robert and sat down, head hung like a criminal caught red-pawed.
You crossed your arms. “Your dog followed me out on a mission.”
Robert blinked. “Why would he—?”
Beef lifted a paw and tapped your jacket pocket.
“Oh my god,” Robert muttered. “You had jerky.”
“It was ONE SNACK, Robert.”
Robert sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “I’m… really sorry. He gets attached. Especially to people he likes.”
You raised an eyebrow. “So your dog likes me.”
Robert cleared his throat. “Uh… yeah. He… definitely does.”
Beef barked once, nudging Robert’s leg. Robert turned pink.
You smirked. “Good to know.”
Robert tried to look unbothered, but his ears betrayed him—bright red, matching the glow on his cheeks. Beef, proud of himself, trotted over to your side again like he’d solved some huge problem.
Robert groaned.
“Beef. Stop matchmaking.”
You laughed. “Too late. He already followed me on a date. Kind of.”
“That wasn’t a—” Robert froze as you walked past him. “Wait—was it?”
“Keep wondering,” you said, giving Beef one last piece of jerky.
Beef barked again, and Robert looked like he suddenly needed a reboot.
My partner @rook-the-took and I watched the new Devil May Cry anime twice now and have seriously gotten hooked. Dante is everything I love about fictional dorky men. I wrote this largely for self indulgence and because I’ve never tried this prompt before. Enjoy! I know I did 😉
You helped Dante down into the sofa, where you both collapsed in a heap. Dante sighed with relief and began to pull off his coat.
“Man, that venom packed a punch. I’m still feeling weird. Kinda hot and bothered.”
“I’ll grab you some water. Let’s just rest and chill.”
“Good plan,” Dante replied with a groan.
Tonight’s Demon Hunt proved to be a challenge, even for the pair of you. Their target had been a cross between Humanoid and scorpion. Their stinger head managed to cut Dante on his side. His injury was already improving but it had left him out of sorts and lightheaded. Good old demon DNA to help him heal quickly.
He watched you walk off and found his eyes wander down to your swaying hips. He forced his gaze away, all too aware that now was not the time to proposition you. He busied himself with finding a movie for y’all to watch and pulled off his boots. You returned after a few minutes with drinks and snacks, settling next to him on the sofa.
You handed Dante the glass and he took it with thanks, greedily taking several big swallows.
You laughed and raised your own glass, “Cheers, to your health,”
A little of the drink spilled from the corner of your mouth, running a trail down your neck. Dante’s eyes tracked it to your collarbone, immediately wanting to lick it away. He wanted to latch his mouth to your neck and leave a collar of hickeys. He wanted to hear you gasp and moan for him.
“…I-I’m gonna get changed. I’ll be right back,” Dante excused himself and darted into the bathroom. He changed into loose, fitted shorts and a T-shirt before splashing cold water down his face and neck. Once he felt brave enough to face you, he went back out into the living room.
Yo had also changed into pjs, a blue tank top with long bottoms. The sight of you cozy and relaxed made his heart pound and his cock twitch. He tried to shove the thought aside, but no luck. He wanted to fuck you so badly it started to hurt. But now was not the time. Plopping himself down into the couch, he grabbed hold of his patience and held a pillow in his lap.
He did his best to distract himself with the tv show, snacks, and cold drinks, and it worked for a bit. He certainly felt better now that he had something on his stomach. Yet, when a commercial came on, he saw you shift in his peripheral vision. You stretched your arms out big and he loved watching your muscles flex.
You scooted closer and draped yourself in his lap. Dante’s hand immediately moved to comb through your arm, both in affection and to keep you from moving too much. “How are you feeling, love? All good now?”
“Yeah, yeah. Better thanks to you,”
You rolled over onto your back to look up at him. Dante spotted the outline of your nipples poking through your shirt, and sucked in a deep breath. He found you attractive at almost all times, but right now you were the finest meal he had ever laid eyes on and he was a starving man. He let his eyes linger for a few more seconds, and then tried to focus back on the TV. He knew he was holding himself too stiffly, but what else was he to do When all your little movements sent shocks straight to his cock?
After several painfully long minutes, you sat up and hit the mute button on the remote, “ all right, out with it.”
“ I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” Dante attempted.
“Something has you distracted, or riled up. So what is it?”
Dante‘s cheeks reddened as he slowly pulled the pillow out of his lap.
You giggled and squeezed his hand, “Oh, is that all?
“Baby, I feel like I’m gonna explode. Uh, I think this is a side effect of the venom.”
“Oh. No wonder you’ve been acting jumpy. You usually love having me sit in your lap for chill times.”
“I need relief. I-I can go take care of this myself if you aren’t comfortable…” Dante moved to leave, but you grabbed his wrist.
“Hang on, big guy…I think I’m feeling it too,” you replied with a soft smirk.
His eyes widened at your words, “Really? How? You didn’t get stung.”
“I thought maybe the effects were contagious. Or perhaps you’re just giving off a shit ton of pheromones.” You scoot closer, taking his hand to place a kiss.
“…So, you’re okay with this? All of this?”
You leaned down by his ear to whisper, “Love, my panties are soaked through. I want to ride you until I see stars.”
Dante needed no further encouragement. You two quickly stripped each other, trading kisses as you went, and Dante pushed you down into your back with a thud. He attacked your neck with a hunger that left you gasping. He cock hung heavy and flushed red with painful blood flow. He let out little grunts each time it made contact with your skin. You reached down to toy with the head a bit, and he let out a sinful moan.
“Fuck, baby. Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” Not one to be shown up, Dante slipped his hand down toward your folds and was blown away by your wetness.
“About what you are doing to me, I’d say.”
With a grin, he slid his fingers inside with ease, humming, and satisfaction as you clenched around him. You both rubbed into each other‘s hands, desperate for more friction, more of each other.
“More,” you beg, “Please give it to me,”
Dante growled and flashed that signature grin before lining himself up with your hole. He sank into you, hot inch by inch. You both keened when he bottomed out, panting with the relief it brought. This is what you both needed. ‘Fuck your brains out’ Dante was just the animal you needed to make the world go fuzzy.
He began to thrust in and out with a slow drag, savoring the bliss. Gradually, he picked up the pace faster and faster, turning more needy and desperate as he went along. His hands grappled at your hips, your tits, your shoulders, and your legs, anything to get to ram himself into you. Each thrust was punctuated by growls and moans, filthy words fell from his lips without a trace of shame.
“Fucking hell, baby. You, you feel even b-better than usual. I feel like I’m ready to blow,”
“Inside!” You ordered as you grabbed Dante’s hand, “Cum inside me, D. I want you to!”
Dante pounced on you for kisses and placed one leg down on the floor. At this angle, his cock massaged against your g-spot. Your eyes rolled backward with pleasure, writhing and squeezing with your whole body. Dante laughed into the kiss and continued thrusting. Just as you felt you might break, Dante lightly rubbed your clit. Stars exploded behind your eyes and you came with a muffled scream. Every inch of you caught fire, including where Dante continued to rearrange your guts, prolonging the orgasm.
At last, he grunted and groaned his way through his own release, with a cry of “Angel”, he came. Hard. He then slumped on his side, with his cock still buried inside your cunt. He pulled you to his chest while he caught his breath, kissing along your sweaty skin.
“That was a-amazing, big guy. I can’t complain about these side effects,” you joke as you stroke his cheek.
He laughs and the vibrations spread throughout you. “I loved it too. You make the prettiest sounds…But I’ll admit I’m not done having fun.” You looked up at him with a questioning smirk, “I’m still rock fucking hard, angel.”
You pressed your hand to his chest to get him to sit up, “Oh? Let me help with that. I want to make good on what I said.”
Dante’s eyes widened and his smile melted you. He settled back into the couch and placed his hands on your hips. You raised yourself up on your knees and sank back onto his cock. The cum still inside you made a sloppy, wet sound that gave you both chills. The slap of skin on skin joined the chorus of your moans. Any coherent thoughts from that point on we’re replaced by the hungry ache for each other’s bodies. You both looked down to find the absolute mess where you were joined together. Your combined juices shined brought and sticky on your skin, slick and arousing. Dante wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you in closer, pressing his ear to your chest.
“This is easily the loudest, wettest sex we’ve ever had. Fucking filthy with all that cum.” He punctuated his words with a hard thrust and toying at your harder nipples. You could have made a porn star blush with your moans.
“I f-feel so full, Dante. It’s like you were m-made for me.”
Dante lifted his head to suck at the sensitive spot below your ear, “Mine. All fucking mine,” he groaned. Your next orgasm was fast approaching, especially with every bounce, your clit rubbed against his bush at the base of his cock. Finally, you felt wave after wave of pleasure crash into you, biting down on his shoulder and digging your nails into him.
Dante hissed at the sharp stings of pain, but it also made something rumble deep in his chest. As you went boneless against him, Dante doubled his efforts and began to piston into you, “Whoa, you came so much, hun! Yer s-squeezing down so tight around me. Shit, yer making me cum! Every part of me just says ‘cum!’”
With one more pump, Dante spilled his load into and screamed. He nutted so hard he thought he went blind for a second. He fell back onto the couch, and pulled you with him, gentle kisses as he went.
“ I would call this a very successful hunt,” you teased, and grinded your hips a bit for emphasis.
“ I have to agree. I never knew you could make sounds like that. fuck it if the neighbors complain.”
“Oh yeah, screw them.”
“I thought I was screwing you. I could keep going.” He teased back and nibbled at your ear.
You swatted his shoulder lightly, “ You dork. And yes, please. Let’s move to the bedroom.”
Without missing a beat, Dante scooped you up and bridal carried you to the bedroom. There were indeed noise complaints from the neighbors, especially once they heard the headboard banging. The two of you apologized, but felt zero shame in your indulgence of each other.
summary: dante is touch-starved, and he thinks the only way for him to feel something is to get punched by you
pairing: dante x afab!reader | based on the netflix version but definitely canon divergent
warnings: dry humping, unprotected p in v, creampie, degradation kink, very light choking, lots of swearing, kind of soft dom dante and light pain kink if you squint, idiots in love, friends to lovers, bit of praise, fem bodied reader
w/c: ~3.2k
a/n: this is definitely not my best work but it's a warm up ig. lol anyway i absolutely loved the dmc netflix version, and i'm considering getting the games
"Punch me."
Not a question, but an indisputable demand coming from the demon hunter, which made you do a double take, place the barrel of your M4 carbine on the table, and flat-out refuse.
"No."
He snarled, yes, snarled at you, slamming his pistol against the table with a loud bang. You looked up from your own weapon, taken aback by Dante's reaction, concern written all over your face. Was he high??
"Come on, Y/N, just do it. Just one punch, one tiny little punch. I know you want to." His cocky grin did numbers on your nerves, but you still refrained from giving him the satisfaction of hitting him. It’s been years since you met Dante, by this point you were used to his shenanigans.
"Why, though?" You decided to focus on cleaning your weapon, the sharp smell of isopropyl alcohol filling the room.
"Because," Dante groaned, snatching the bottle of liquid from you, causing you to glare daggers at him, "I'm touch starved."
You blinked once, twice, trying your hardest to process both his honesty, and the logistics of his request.
"Why not ask for a hug, then? Or, I don't know, go to therapy?"
"Hah! I'm sure my therapist is gonna have a field day with me! So, my dad, a demon, disappeared without a trace, then my mother and twin brother died, but actually my brother is alive somewhere. My therapist is gonna need a therapist."
"Okay, okay, you made your point. Still, you could just rephrase it. Maybe leave out the demon bit." You wiped the barrel clean before setting it aside.
"I'd rather get punched. Now, please."
"Dante, a punch isn’t gonna solve it. Are you sure you don’t want a hug? I could cook you something. Or we could grab a few beers and watch a movie, or talk about your feelings." You shrugged.
Both of you had done this before — went out for drinks, danced, cooked together, fell asleep together — it was so intimate, almost like you were a couple. But the reality was that you weren’t. Not by a long shot. Unfortunately for you, Dante was protective of you in the way an older brother was. You thought that, perhaps, he missed Vergil so much that you were the closest thing he had to a sibling in years.
"A punch would be less time consuming. Cooome on, babe, just hit me!"
You hated when he called you babe. He called other girls babe, girls that were hot, pretty, girls that were his type, and it was the nickname that made you clench your jaw and purse your lips.
"Ugh, fine!" You sat up, rotated your wrist and flexed your fingers. "Are you sure this is going to help in any way?"
"Positive. Right here." Dante pointed at his cheek.
"What, in your face?"
"You're stalling."
Without a single ounce of hesitation you swung your arm, hitting the demon hunter square in his face, but it caused you more pain than it did him, and you stumbled back, holding your fist in your other hand.
"Son of a fucking bitch!" You cried out in pain, knowing damn well that would happen. Still, you couldn't say no to him. Ever.
"Are you okay?" Dante was visibly concerned — a rare sight since he was always cool and edgy, even when his own life was in danger.
"Fuck no! Feels like I punched a brick wall!" You practically growled at him, gaze quickly softening when you saw the pure look of terror in his eyes. "But hey, nothing a little ice can't fix, right?"
"Right." He nodded and got up, making a beeline for the freezer.
There was no ice in it, but there was a pack of frozen peas somewhere at the bottom of a drawer, which Dante picked up and brought to you. When you reached for it, he, instead, took your sore hand in his, gently pressing the cold legumes onto your knuckles. You winced, instinctively trying to retract your hand, but he held it in place, his fingers wrapped around your wrist to stop you from backing away.
The pain wasn't gone, but it was becoming bearable, and a relieved murmur escaped past your lips, one that sounded closer to a moan than a sigh. Dante's cheeks burned, tinted red with embarrassment and arousal because you were yet another girl in his life who just didn't want to be involved romantically with him. Not that he tried anything with you, because he always thought you deserved better. Sure, he was cocky and flirtatious, but he wasn't a dick. If no one reciprocated the flirting, he didn't push his luck. It was simple. And he wasn’t the type who did one-night stands, despite the rumours. Dante enjoyed having a connection to the people he took to bed, he became sexually attracted to those he knew on a deeper emotional level. But sometimes, when he was really, truly desperate, he would download Tinder and hook up with random girls.
And he reeked of desperation.
"Dante, you can let go of my hand now." You told him, part of you hoping he wouldn't.
Who could blame you? He was an objectively attractive man, with a charming smile and a body sculpted by the gods themselves. Why would he ever want to get involved with you? Dante was your opposite — he talked, he sang, he danced, he was obnoxious. You were quiet, most of the time, and shy. In fact, when he first met you, he thought you had some form of speech impediment, with your nose in Boccaccio’s The Decameron, a book you stole from the public library because you were much too young to read. That’s when knew you were trouble, just like him.
"Yeah, of course." Dante stepped back. "How's your hand?"
"Better. How are you feeling?"
"Me? Why are you asking?"
"Hello?" You scrunched your nose and frowned. "You wanted me to punch you because you were touch-starved. Did it help?"
"I'll be honest, it felt more like a tickle than anything." He shrugged. "Are you sure you didn't pull your punch?"
There it was, the one thing that turned you from an introvert to a bat-shit crazy bitch — his stupid little mouth that he opened without ever thinking.
"Are you fucking kidding me? You're telling me I risked breaking my bones so you could feel better, only for you to not feel anything? I swear to fucking God, Dante, this is the last time I'm doing anything nice for you."
"Nice? You punched me!" He threw his hands up in exasperation, while your blood boiled inside of you, sending you into a blind rage.
"You asked me to punch you, you maniac! You should've fucked me instead!"
Your eyes widened at the sentence that came out of your mouth without a single thought, mortified at your own stupidity.
"Hugged. I meant hugged. Shit."
"No, no, hold up, you didn't say hugged." Dante tilted his head, one hand rubbing his chin. "Isn't that called a Freudian slip?"
"I- well- how the fuck do you even know what a Freudian slip is?" You tried changing the subject but he didn't bite.
"Google." He closed the gap between the two of you, and for the first time you felt intimidated by him. "Do you want me to fuck you?"
The bluntness of his question, coupled with the sudden change in the pitch of his voice made you feel like a cornered prey. There was no possible way he was serious. But he wasn't wrong — the nature of your jobs made it impossible for either of you to have partners, and besides, you've known each other for years. It was only natural that some form of physical attraction would have developed between you two, right? But why you? Why now? And the worst of all your questions, why not?
You didn’t want to think about how this would ruin almost a decade of friendship. All you could think about was the look of pure lust in his eyes as he held your gaze, and how months upon months of sexual frustrations accumulated inside of you, bubbling and boiling and exploding when you dropped the pack of peas on the floor.
"Yes. I want you to fuck me."
Without a sliver of hesitation, you felt him pick you up with ease, hands roaming up and down his back as he slammed you down onto the table, desperately pushing away all the guns and knives. How thoughtful of him. Your hands slithered under his blood red coat while he tugged at your t-shirt, pulling it over your head to expose your bare breasts to him.
"No bra? Kinky." Dante stopped to take a better look at you.
"Stop talking." You firmly told him, but the chuckle that erupted from your throat betrayed you.
He was the one person you felt most comfortable around, so much so that you didn't feel weirded out by him pressing his lips onto your neck, or his fingertips bruising the plush of your hips, or his tongue flicking over your sensitive nipples. No, it felt natural, too natural, like your skin was made to be touched by him.
With his coat on the floor, you tackled his shirt, effectively tearing it off of him because you were just as desperate as he was, and Dante pulled your body closer to his, your clothed cunt accidentally rubbing against the bulge in his trousers. You were aching from the lack of sex, and you uncontrollably moaned at the tiny bit of friction before mumbling a weak 'sorry.'
"Fuck, don't be. That's actually kind of hot." He shamelessly admitted, and you rose a brow.
"Yeah? Then you wouldn't mind me doing it again?" You chewed on your lower lip, but he could see past the fake innocence when you rolled your hips, frantically and feverishly rubbing your clit through the layers of fabric. "Shit, I could come just from this."
For a split second, Dante wondered if this was all real. What happened to your shyness? How was it possible that his best friend, the quiet, nerdy girl he'd known for such a long time, was worse than any demon he'd ever encountered? Not that he was a saint. Far from it, because when you threw your head back, desperate to climax, his is eyes darkened, black seeping into his sclera. It should've made you afraid, but it had the opposite effect. The thought that he could activate his Devil Trigger and quite literally snap you like a twig turned you on.
"Do it, then." Dante's hand snaked behind the back of your neck, forcing you to look at him. "Show me just how needy you are."
Beads of sweat trickled down your forehead as you fucked yourself on the half-demon, fog settling in your brain with each breath, each movement, each beating of your heart. Faster. Harder. Faster. Harder. Faster.
"Oh-" Any sentence you tried to utter stopped in your throat, replaced by a string of whimpers and curses. Whatever you were trying to babble was reduced to incoherent words.
"Well shit, I didn't know you were such a filthy little slut."
"Just- oh- shut up-"
"Hmm, I don't think you really want me to shut up." Dante sneered when you picked up the pace. "I think you like it when I talk like this."
"N-not true!" You yelped as he pinched your nipple, barely doing anything and yet you were a mess already.
"So, you don't want me to call you a fucktoy, then? Bet you're dripping right now. Bet you want me balls deep inside of you."
"Fuck, I'm gonna come!" You proved his point when your entire body quivered under his, mind blank and vision blurry.
"There, there." Dante pressed his lips onto your forehead. "I got you."
The noise of his belt unbuckling made you snap your eyes open, filling you with newfound desire and guilt — poor Dante, his cock was probably aching by now while you had the time of your life. He stepped back, letting his trousers pool at his feet, and you lifted your skirt to peel your panties off. You caught him staring at you, taking the sight in, and what a sight it was — locks of hair fell out of your bun, sticking to your sweaty temples, your legs still shaking from the orgasm, and your cunt dripping wet.
"I'd love to eat you out, babe, but my balls are genuinely gonna explode." He confessed, earning a giggle from you. Even with his eyes pitch black and his Devil Trigger on the verge of activating, Dante was still Dante. And you loved that about him.
"Hurry up and fuck me, then."
"Are you that desperate that you forgot your manners?" He dug his fingertips into the plush of your hips, violently pulling you closer to him.
"Please hurry up and fuck me?" You pouted.
"Good girl, that's better." Dante pushed your leg to the side with his elbow, dragging his cock up and down your slit.
You didn't get the chance to take a look at it, but the tip felt huge, so much so that you gasped, propping yourself on your elbows to see better, and you were not disappointed. In fact, you were concerned. You could not take it.
"Dante, it's not gonna fit."
He shook his head with a half-smile, finding your concern quite cute.
"I'll make it fit."
It was both a promise and a threat, but you trusted him. God, you trusted him with your life. He slowly and gently pushed the tip, your slick more than enough to lubricate his cock, but he stopped every time you looked uncomfortable to make sure you were okay.
"Tell me if it's too much."
"No, you can- it's fine, keep going." You closed your eyes, the discomfort causing you to clench around him instead of relaxing, which made Dande forget how to breathe or think.
But the worst came to a halt when he was fully in, stopping briefly to allow you to accommodate to the size. Your breathing went back to normal soon enough, and the last ounce of pain in your body was swiftly replaced by a surge of electricity when Dante moved, slowly and softly rolling his hips, unable to abstain any longer. And you didn't want him to when his cock filled you up so good, reaching places you didn't even know existed inside of your body. Your fingernails dug into his back, clawing at his skin with desperation and impatience, like you needed more than what he was already giving you.
"See? I told you I’ll make it fit. And you take me so well." Dante said, dragging his mouth over your neck, your scent overloading his senses.
But it just wasn't enough. No matter how painful, you wanted it-
"Harder."
Assertive, demanding, you wrapped your legs around his waist, and he pulled back to look at you, as if not believing your request.
"A minute ago, you were wriggling in pain, now you want it harder?"
"Yes." There was no hesitation. "I want it harder, faster, please-"
You were shushed by two digits forcing open your mouth, and you instinctively wrapped your lips around them, sucking obediently.
"You talk too much." He gave you a taste of your own medicine. "Should've known you were just a dumb little cocksleeve."
The degrading words caused you to moan and drool around his fingers, tears welling up in your eyes. Each thrust had you clench tighter, the tip of his ridiculously large cock punishing your cervix. Pain and pleasure bubbled inside of you, sparking through your body as Dante practically ripped his fingers from your mouth, only to wrap them around your throat. He was a hungry man, and you were dinner — arching your back to get closer, deeper, you fucked yourself on his cock with his name spilling from your lips like a prayer, and he revelled in your worship.
"Shit, you like it when it hurts, don't you?" He whispered, squeezing harder while you nodded eagerly. "Of course you do."
Of course you did. How could you not when he fucked you so good that your dignity and modesty were long forgotten? When Dante stripped you of your decency to bring out the worst in you? You felt your second orgasm build up, causing you to twitch under him, eyes rolling back as you slipped your hands under his arms, holding on for dear life.
"Again- gonna come again, Dante! Fuck!"
"Atta girl." He held your quivering body, his own hips stuttering, brutally thrusting into you with raw, animalistic passion.
You came undone on his cock, fingers carding through his hair, pushing away white locks to look at his pretty eyes while his arm slithered under your lower back to both support you and bring you closer to him. Dante was close, his throbbing cock still stretching your sore cunt out. He bucked his hips, splitting you open while you latched your arms around his neck, tits pressed against his chest and your lips ghosting over his earlobe.
"Almost there, babe." Dante promised. "You're doing so well." He pulled back, nearly on edge, but you squeezed your legs tighter around his waist.
"Don't pull out." You demanded, and that was enough to help him reach enlightenment.
He filled you up, and when he did pull out, watching his cum slowly leak out of you, you could've sworn he whispered 'marry me' under his breath. Surely it was just the brain fog, or the post-orgasm high. Your whole body was numb, and you stumbled into Dante's arms when you tried to get down from the table, muscles sore and aching.
"You wanna get pizza?" He nonchalantly asked, as if he didn't just fuck his best friend.
"I- shouldn't we talk about this?" You avoided looking into his eyes, opting to stare at the floor instead.
"About what?"
God, he was either insufferably oblivious or remarkably good at pretending.
"Us." You sighed.
"What's there to talk about?" Dante's fingers found your chin, and he gently lifted it up, forcing you to look at him.
"Don't make this harder for me, please. You know things won’t be the same now. We’re not in a relationship and-"
"I don't follow." Confusion was written all over his face. "Do you not want to be my girlfriend?"
"Girl- I- hold up, what? Do you want me to be your girlfriend?" You tilted your head, baffled by his question, because of course you wanted to. You just never had the guts to admit that you like him. It was even more shocking that he liked you back. Wasn’t this all just a one-time thing?
"I mean, I thought it was pretty obvious when I fucked you. What, you thought I nut and dip? That I shoot a load and go back on the road? That I cum n go?"
"Wow, please never use those euphemisms ever again." You cringed at his words, trying your best to hide the smile that crept on your lips.
"Christ, babe, you know I don't do one-night stands unless I’m really desperate. And here I thought you were my best friend. Guess I was wrong." Dante gasped, dramatically feigning offence by placing a hand on his chest.
"I’m not your best friend anymore." You said, voice serious and cold, and his charade was quickly replaced by actual worry and offence. "I'm your girlfriend now. And your best friend."
"Okay, I was genuinely concerned. Fuck you." He flipped you off and you sneered.
Author notes: yes I’m back again… anyways this is about Dante being mad about how his healing ability prevents him from being marked by you. I also put my hc of him wearing you scrunchie in this. No actual smut but it’s implied, aftercare, jealous Dante, also wholesome Dante <333
You let out a “umph” once you feel a heavy weight fall on top of you. You look down to see your white haired boyfriend breathing relatively normally especially after just pounding into you for most of the night.
Leave it to Dante to be all over you the second he’s back from a mission. Not that you mind it at all, you actually love it. But you don’t have the endurance he does because you’re not half demon.
You’re trying to catch your breath after the many highs he just gave you but it’s quite hard with him lying on top of you.
You try to push him off of you, “Danteee.”
Dante grunts, “What, want another round?”
You roll your eyes at his response. “I think you will break me if we go for another round. I need you to get off of me, you’re really heavy.”
“Oh shit my bad.” Dante pushes himself off of you and hovers over you then looks you up and down, “Hey beautiful.”
You giggle at his antics and reach your hands up to run them through his hair, “Hi handsome.”
“Wanna wash up or cuddle for a bit longer?”
“Wash up, I feel gross. But, you’re going to have to carry me. I can’t feel my legs…again.”
“I love it when you say that,” he smirks while going to stand up. You roll your eyes again and he lets out a deep laugh.
Dante leans down and whispers, “Wrap your arms around my neck.” You do as he says and he goes to grab the back of your thighs. He hoists you up and wraps your legs around his waist.
While he carries you to the bathroom you lean your head on his firm chest. You love being close to Dante no matter the context. His warmth is something you’ll never get over.
Once you’re in the bathroom he sets you down on the sink and goes to start the shower. He sets everything out so each task will have a smooth transition.
It warms your heart to see because he puts so much effort into this. Before you started dating him, he just went through the days not really caring. But now he seems to enjoy every day.
Dante catches you staring and asks, “Whatcha thinking about?”
“You,” you say firmly but giving him a light smile.
Dante freezes for a second then walks over to you and cages you between his arms, “Oh? I like the sound of that.”
You lean your forehead on his shoulder, “I bet you do. Is the shower ready? I’m getting sleepy.”
“Yeah it is. Up again you go princess.”
He carries you to the shower and gets in. He slowly sets you down being extra careful. Once you’re on your feet your legs feel like jelly. He really did good work tonight.
But that doesn’t help you from almost slipping. You hold tightly onto Dante trying to stay upright. He is quick to wrap his arm around your waist and hold you against him.
He leans down and whispers deeply in your ear, “I got you.”
Your heart races and stomach fills with butterflies after the comment. He can really just make your legs weak with a comment too.
You two stand like that for a minute until you feel confident enough to stand on your own. Once you do you push yourself away from Dante and grab his shampoo.
You put some on your hand then go to wash his hair. As you scrub his shampoo into his hair he lets out a deep groan. You smile to yourself happy he feels relaxes and calm.
You tell him to wash it out while you grab a wash cloth and put his body wash on it. Once he’s done rinsing his hair you scrub down his body. You do this multiple times. Not just to get off the remanence from your night together but to get off all the stuff that came back with him from his mission.
Once you’re finished washing him it’s your turn. He starts with your hair doing your shampoo and conditioner. Then moves on to washing your body.
This takes longer because he loves touching every inch of you. He starts by your collarbone and you wince a little. He didn’t react so he must haven’t heard it.
He moves down to your hips where he brushes over your right side and you wince louder and bend over a little bit.
Dante panics, “Shit! Are you okay!?”
“Yeah, that just hurt a bit. It did too when you were by my collarbones too.”
Dante steps back and looks at your collarbones and hips. He seems hickeys all over your neck and collarbones then bruises on your hips.
He laughs sheepishly. “I think I might have went a little overboard with the marking tonight…” he runs a hand through his wet hair.
“It’s fine, I like it when you leave marks. Just be gentle when you wash those areas.”
Dante nods the tenderly washes your body. He’s super focused to make sure he doesn’t hurt you again. He even has his tongue sticking out, cute.
Once he’s done you rinse off and get out of the shower. You two dry off but Dante finishes super quick. He walks over to the mirror and looks at himself. He looks at his back and neck.
You chalk it up to him just wanting to look at his muscles. You walk out of the bathroom and go to your closet to grab your pajamas. You end up just grabbing one of Dante’s shirts.
Once you’re done putting it on you look at the mirror in your closet and see your neck and collarbones. They are littered with hickeys from Dante. It makes a warmth go to your core thinking about how he marks you.
Through the mirror you see Dante walk into the closet. He gives you a kiss on the top of your head then goes to grab a pair of boxers to sleep in.
You walk out of the closet and go lay on your shared bed. You wait for Dante for a couple of minutes but he hasn’t come to bed yet. What could be doing?
You throw off the covers and walk back into the closet where you see Dante looking at his back again. You walk up behind him and place a hand on his arm.
“Dante does your back hurt? Did you get hurt on your mission?” You question.
Dante spins around and sees you looking concerned. “Oh no I’m fine.”
You stare at him confused, “Then why do you keep looking at your back?”
He mumbles something you can’t make out. You ask him to repeat himself because you couldn’t hear him.
“I hate my healing abilities.” He says without missing a beat. Dante looks you dead in the eye, “Your marks just heal. So I can’t walk around with them.”
You stand in silence for a second then reach for his hand. You drag him out of your shared closet and lead him to your shared bed.
You push him to sit on the end of the bed. He plops down following whatever you want him to do. You raise his chin exposing his neck to you.
You go right for his pulse point and pull his skin between your teeth. You lightly bite his skin then suck. Dante’s hands dart for your waist and holds them tight.
He groans once he feels you starting to suck even harder, “Sweetheart, I thought you said you couldn’t go for another round.” You ignore his comment focusing on what you’re doing.
You stop sucking his skin and run your tongue over the area. You lean back and look at what you just did. You see the hickey on his pulse point but after about 10 seconds it goes away.
You frown realizing that what Dante said is true. You can’t mark him like he can mark you. It makes you a bit sad but you could never hate his healing ability.
You run your thumb over his pulse point then grab his chin again. You make him face you so he can hear what you have to say.
“You were right. You just heal right away. I do feel bad that I can’t mark you like you can mark me. I like the feeling of being marked by you and walking around for people to see. I never knew it bothered you that you couldn’t so I’m sorry for not noticing.”
You see Dante open his mouth to refute but you place a finger on lips to tell him to keep listening.
“But I could never hate your healing ability because it was keeps you coming home. You fight powerful and scary demons that hurt you. If you didn’t have that ability you would have had so many broken bones and have bled out many times. Which means we wouldn’t have been able to get together.”
You run your hands through his hair again to ground yourself, “My biggest fear is you not coming home. That you died on a mission and I’ll never get to see you again. That I’ll never get to hear your laugh, see your smile, eat pizza and ice cream with you, have you make love to me, or even just have you in my arms. I am so happy you have your healing ability because it keeps you here with me. I love you Dante and I don’t want this to upset you anymore.”
You let out a little sigh after you finish and Dante just stares at you. His grip tightens on your waist and before you know it you’re falling. Your forehead then collides with his hard chest.
Dante lays a hand on the back of your head and just holds you close. You don’t dare to say anything because you don’t want to push him to say something. You’ll let him go at his own pace.
Dante calls your name lightly, “You know I’ll always come home to you right. No matter how strong and dangerous a fight may get, I’ll always fight my hardest so I can come back to you. I need to come back to you. I can’t give this up. Now that you put that perspective of my healing ability in my mind, I won’t ever complain about it again.”
He lets out a deep sigh, “It’s just I got a little jealous I can’t walk around with the marks you make. I know I would make it everyone business but I’m content with everything. The most important thing is that I have you at the end of the day. So I’m happy. I love you so much.”
You snuggle into Dante and hold him tightly, “I’m happy too. But how about we find a way to have me always with you?”
“What do you mean?”
“We find something that ‘marks’ you. So it reminds you of me and other people can tell it’s from me.”
Dante spins you around and hovers over you again. He looks like an excited puppy looking down at you. His eyes are shining with excitement, “Really!? Do you mean it!?”
“Yes handsome I mean it.”
“Okay so what will it be??”
You think for a second about what you can do to “mark” him. You look around the room and see something on your night stand. You shift under him and grab it.
You smile back up at him, “You wrist please.”
Dante balances himself on his left wrist and hold his right one out. You slide on your scrunchie onto his wrist. After you put it on Dante stares at it in amazement.
You speak up, “It’s the best idea I could come up with at the moment. We can always think of something bigger later.”
“No.”
You’re puzzled by his reaction not knowing what to say back.
“I like this. I don’t want something else.”
“Dante are you sure? If you give me some time I bet I could find something better.”
“Nothing will be better than this.” He thinks for a second, “Unless it’s naked photo of you.” He states.
You smack his shoulder and his lets out another deep laugh. “But seriously I’m happy with this. It reminds me of when my mom gave me my necklace. Now I have something I can wear from the two most important women in my life.”
You grab his face with both of your hands and drag him down to connect your lips with his. The kiss is passionate and slow. Your noses brush against each other and you two follow the flow of the kiss.
Needing air you break the kiss and look at him and state with such love and care, “I love you Dante.”
(dante sparda x reader | can be set in DMC'S game universe or anime! inspired by re4.)
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When Dante was hired to rescue the daughter of a powerful, fortune-telling family, he expected someone pristine. Proper. Maybe soft-spoken, mysterious, and grateful to be saved.
Not... this.
He had slayed demons—multiple demons, mind you, just to reach the creepy, crumbling church where you were kept. Solved a ridiculously hard puzzle, nearly got impaled by a swinging axe trap, and had to put up with the scent of brimstone and rotting pews the whole way.
And this is how you greeted him?
With a candlestick. To the chest.
Dante staggered slightly, looking down at the now-bent bronze stick protruding from his jacket. His eyes flicked up to the girl standing in front of him, panting, your expression twisted in panic. Her eyes were wide. He could practically hear your heart racing.
“Not the hello I was expecting,” he muttered, yanking the candlestick out of his chest and tossing it aside with a clatter. The wound was already closing.
Honestly, you were kind of a sight, even if your first impression was... intense. He glanced between you and the photo your had given him. Same eyes. Same pouty lips.
Definitely her.
“Who... the hell are you?!” you snapped, stumbling back and dropping to the floor, scurrying away like a terrified cat.
He placed a hand on his hip, unimpressed.
“I’m Dante. I’m here to save you.”
“No, you’re not! You’re-you're one of those things! You’re here to finish the job!”
Dante sighed. “Your father hired me to save you, princess. You can chill.”
But you weren’t having it. You grabbed a piece of broken wood like a sword and aimed it at him, still shaking.
“That’s it.”
Before you could react, he darted forward with lightning speed, hoisted you up like you weighed nothing, and threw you over his shoulder.
“Put me down! I swear to God - let go of me! This is kidnapping! You animal!”
“Yeah, yeah. Screaming won’t help your case.”
You flailed and kicked and pounded your fists against his back.
“I’m going to curse you! I’m going to curse your entire bloodline!”
“Aw, that’s cute,” he said with a smirk. “You think I haven’t already been cursed.”
And with that, Dante walked out of the church, the echo of your outraged shrieking following behind him as he carried you straight into your unwanted rescue.
He already knew this mission was going to be a pain.
But hell if it wasn’t going to be entertaining.
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Okay... maybe you weren’tthat bad.
After he explained the situation to you—albeit while covering your mouth mid-scream—you started to calm down. A little. And after he saved you from, oh, multiple demon attacks, you finally stopped stabbing him with random objects.
Now, you followed his lead like a wary cat, tiptoeing behind him through the ruins of a quiet village. At first glance, it looked abandoned. Peaceful. But you knew better. Dante had warned you, some of the villagers weren’t villagers at all.
Demons. Disguised. Watching.
You stuck close, barely breathing.
Suddenly, Dante stopped and motioned toward a metal trash can.
You blinked. Confused. “What?”
He kept his voice low. “Hide.”
You looked from him… to the trash can… then back again.
“Seriously?” you hissed.
He turned to face you, clearly baffled. “Yes. Seriously. No choice, princess.”
You groaned and dragged your feet toward the bin like it was your destiny.
“This is so disgusting,” you muttered under your breath. “Ew. Ew. Ew.”
Dante smirked as he heard the faint, pitiful complaints from within. Then, without missing a beat, he drew Ebony and Ivory from his holsters.
“It’s showtime, baby.”
Gunfire erupted just as you hunkered down. Inside the trash can, you flinched at every bang, every crack, every roaring screech from the demon horde. Then you heard it:
“WOOHOO!”
You couldn’t help it,you laughed. A wacky wohoo pizza man saving your life? Not exactly what your cards had predicted. But fate clearly had a wild sense of humor.
The noise outside started to fade. Silence crept back in. Your heartbeat rose.
What if it wasn’t Dante who opened the lid next?
But a moment later, the top popped open and there he was—grinning like a devil who just cleaned house.
“You good there, princess?” he teased, but there was something softer in his tone now. A flicker of concern.
You sighed, brushing your hair from your face.
“Not the best, but it can do.”
He chuckled and offered a hand, easily lifting you out and carrying you from the filth like a damn knight in blood-stained leather.
“You don’t have to worry,” he said over his shoulder. “We’re near the castle. We’re almost out. I’ll have you back to your pops in no time.”
You looked up at him, something warm blooming in your chest. You clasped your hands together.
“Dante?”
He glanced back. “Hmm?”
“Thank you. For saving my life.”
He paused. Just for a moment.
“No need,” he said casually, turning away again. “It’s my job. Come on now—time’s valuable.”
And off you went.
You, the trash-can princess.
And him, the demon-slaying, woohoo-yelling knight.
Yeah… maybe you guys were a nice team.
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You were cursed, a demon’s blood was injected inside you while you were unconscious.
One moment, you were walking beside Dante through the castle’s silent halls, chatting about exit plans and the next, your feet froze.
Your body stilled.
“Hey,” Dante called casually from ahead. “You good there, Princess?”
He turned, eyebrow raised. But when he took a step toward you, your hand shot up, swift and deadly. Before either of you could react, your fingers wrapped tightly around his throat.
The grip was monstrous. Not yours. Not truly.
“The girl… is mine,” a voice growled through your lips. Hollow. Unrecognizable. You watched in horror, unable to scream, to cry, to stop.
Dante choked beneath your hold, eyes never leaving yours even as he struggled. He could’ve fought back. He should’ve. But he didn’t. He was afraid of hurting you.
Then just as suddenly, the grip loosened. Your knees buckled and you collapsed, only to be caught by warm, steady arms.
“W-What… happened?” you gasped, blinking rapidly.
Dante smiled at you gently. “Nothin’ much, princess. It’s good to have you back.”
Now, the two of you were in the underground levels, taking a breather in one of the rare safe zones. A “save point” you called it, after one of the video games you played. A friendly mercenary from above had set up a dummy shooting range and Dante took to it like a kid at an arcade, blasting each target with confident ease.
And your cheers? They only made him better.
“Woo! Ten in a row!”
“Nice shot, cowboy!”
“Is this your secret stress relief?”
Your laughter echoed off the stone walls and Dante couldn’t stop the smirk tugging at his lips. He never thought babysitting a rich girl would be this… fun.
He wasn’t gonna lie, it felt nice, having you around.
But behind your claps and witty quips… something was stirring.
As he reloaded for another round, he noticed the silence. No clapping. No teasing remarks.
He turned, and there you were, staring at your hands. Your expression was distant. Haunted. The veins beneath your skin looked darker. Angrier. Your smile was gone.
“Hey,” Dante called softly, walking toward you. “You good, princess?”
You looked up at him, guilt swimming in your eyes.
“I hurt you,” you whispered.
“You had no control over that.”
“But still!” you snapped, frustration breaking through. “What if I do lose control? What then?”
You looked around the area, eyes glassy. Tears were beginning to pool, and you hated it.
“I’m sorry, Dante…” Your voice cracked. “I’m just… so scared.”
His eyes softened instantly.
“When that happened… I was there. Inside my body. Screaming, but no one could hear me. It was like… like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from!”
You stumbled forward, leaning into his chest. He didn’t hesitate—his arms wrapped around you, holding you tightly, protectively.
For a long moment, neither of you spoke. Just the sound of your quiet sobs, and the steady beat of his heart.
Then he smiled into your hair and whispered:
“You’re the strongest girl I’ve known, (Y/N). What you did back in the castle while I was trapped and unable to reach you? You handled yourself like a damn pro. You’re gonna beat this. I know you will.”
He gently pulled back to look at you, brushing a strand of hair from your face.
“I’m gonna bring you home safe.”
Your eyes met his.
For once, the fear inside you faded just a little, replaced by something warm. Trust. Hope. Maybe even something more.
“Now come on, don’t you wanna try this shooting game?”
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It had taken over.
Veronica. It was the name of the demon that had fully consumed your body, turning you into a twisted mirror of yourself. Black veins streaked across your face, eyes glowing an unnatural red, your voice dripping with venom as she mocked Dante with every word.
But the hardest part wasn’t the speed of her attacks. It wasn’t the razor-sharp accuracy or the maddening, taunting laugh echoing in the chamber.
It was you.
You,whose body Veronica now wore like a trophy, was why Dante hesitated. Each bullet, each strike, each blow brought him closer to ending the fight… and possibly hurting the one person he didn’t want to lose.
You, who had laughed with him in the darkest of places.
You, who was the clear representation of why he saves humans.
You, who made even a devil feel a little more human.
Then came the moment.
Veronica, grinning wickedly, spotted the flicker of hesitation.
“Jackpot,” she hissed. “So this is the weakness of Sparda’s son…”
She lunged for him—fangs bared, blade raised—but she stopped.
She froze.
From inside the shell, you fought. Screaming in silence. Pushing against the darkness. Your hands trembled mid-strike, and your knees gave out. Her control faltered.
“No… no!!” Veronica howled in rage.
As Dante effortlessly slices through the demons, his eyes never leave you. He could feel it, too, the pull, the connection, even though you were trapped inside that monster. But now, he had you back. You were fighting for control, resisting the demon’s urges to hurt him, and damn, if that didn’t make him proud.
The demon smirked, but it faltered when it realized you weren’t backing down. Dante grinned, his confidence returning like a wave crashing over him. "That’s my girl," he muttered under his breath. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he entered his Devil Trigger, the power surging through him.
The demon howled in defiance. “NO! I am the queen of everything! I WILL NOT FALL!”
Dante shot a look full of cocky confidence. "Yeah? Well, guess what? You’re about to get dethroned."
With one final slash, the demon’s body was sliced in half. You fell, but before you could hit the ground, Dante was already there, catching you in his arms. You blinked, your vision blurry, then you smiled up at him, warmth flooding your chest.
“D-Dante…?”
He smiled. “Gotcha.”
You blinked at him, dazed, but safe. Then you grinned weakly.
“My hero.”
“Good to have you back, princess. I missed you.”
You looked up at him with a teasing smile.
“Yeah?”
Before he could answer, static crackled through his comm. Lady’s voice cut in.
“You’ve got exactly five minutes before this place goes boom. Underground tunnel. Vehicle’s waiting. Move your asses.”
Dante rolled his eyes. “Buzzkill.”
He looked down at you again, cocky grin back in place.
“Well, what do you say, princess? Care for one last ride?”
You smirked, brushing hair from your face.
“I’d be honored.”
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The jet ski roared across the water, moonlight shimmering off the waves. You screamed in exhilaration, clinging to Dante’s back as the wind whipped through your hair.
Finally, he slowed, stopping right in the middle of the vast, open sea. The stars above were glittering. Everything was still.
Dante leaned back slightly, looking over his shoulder.
“Not bad, huh?” he said with that familiar cocky lilt.
You chuckled breathlessly, cheeks flushed.
“What a crazy first date.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You consider this a date?”
You hummed. “Mm… yeah. I mean, you picked me up, saved my life, took me for a ride—kinda romantic.”
Dante chuckled, low and smooth. “Damn. Guess I’ve still got it.”
Then you leaned forward, close to his ear.
“You’ve been putting in work all day, Dante. How about some overtime? I’m sure you’ll enjoy this shift a lot more.”
He tilted his head slightly, that cocky smirk growing.
“I don’t think that’s in the company handbook... but to hell with it.” His eyes sparkled with mischief as he twisted the throttle, sending the jet ski speeding ahead. “Hang on tight, princess.”
The engine roared, and the two of you shot forward, the water crashing around you as your arm found its way on his waist. Dante’s grin widened, his satisfaction palpable, especially when he glanced at you, a loving look in his eyes.
So this is what his father felt when he fell in love with his mother, Eva.
Sorry ya'll, I'm still working on Pain and Warmth pt.2. I figured yall could use some headcannons in the meantime. Some wholesome and spicy.
Link to Pt.1
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Sweet
He can't ever say no to your puppy dog eyes when you ask him to buy you something just as long as he can afford it. But if you aren't wanting for much and you mention something you thought about getting off-hand, he'll definitely get it for you even if he has to save up for it.
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You definitely have competitions to see who can say the most one-liners before the other can't think of any more. You compliment each other for especially good ones.
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Dante, ever the romantic, has definitely picked you a bouquet of wildflowers at least once. Maybe you're allergic or maybe not, but either way, you think it's sweet of him.
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If he wants to do something for you (aside from cooking cause that didn't go well), you had better let him do it! He won't take no for an answer unless you give him good reason not to.
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If you're ever under the weather, he'll wait on you, hand and foot. He's never really been sick, so just seeing you out of commission with a cold or stomach bug, and he wants to make certain you'll survive it. He's basically immortal, so he doesn't want you going into any afterlife before your time.
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He loves your food. And even though he still eats a lot of pizza, if you plan on cooking, he won't even think of ordering any pizza. He also makes sure to ask you whether you plan on cooking or not.
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While most people see Dante as an ignorant playboy or jock you know just how nerdy he can be. He's pretty well read, and while he mostly flips through magazines, you've seen him with a few novels in hand around his place. He's even gone to the library with you on occasion. The first time you saw him with an actual book, he smiled. "People really shouldn't let someone's looks fool them."
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Spice
Dante definitely has a thing for short girls. He's 6'3". That's a whole inch taller than Ghost from COD. If you're any shorter than his chin, he'll definitely tease you about it. But it also means you get to use him as a ladder to reach stuff. He doesn't really complain, especially when your thighs are squeezing his head as you dust the top of the shelves.
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He loves making you squirm and writhe for him in bed. To him, it's all about you. He sometimes actually forgets that he can have pleasure as well, but you're good about reminding him.😏
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He's definitely one to mark you on purpose. Hickeys or bites on your neck, chest, and thighs are his preferred spots, but he has left some on your back and abdomen in the past.
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He prefers the missionary position because he can see your reactions easier, and he loves it when you wrap yourself around him. Nails digging into his back and teeth in his shoulder as you move your hips with his.
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One time, you stole his coat while he was taking a nap at his desk and put it on over a brand new pair of lingerie. You found red with black lace that matched his coat and immediately bought it. After letting him sleep a while longer, you woke him wrapping your arms around his neck from behind his chair. He almost immediately looked to the coat rack behind him and realized it wasn't there. "Is my coat in the wash?"
"No..." he spots the red sleeves on your arms as you run your hands over his chest. "Hey! Wha'cha wearing my coat for?" You stand, and he spins the chair to face you. It's wrapped around you, so he can't see what's underneath. Moving between his spread legs, you let it fall open. His jaw practically hit the floor at the sight of you. "Holy...Wow! You look gorgeous in my colors, baby!"
It's safe to say he enjoyed getting you out of that lingerie just as much.😏
i’m so appreciative to suzanne for reframing the rebellion from the original trilogy as a “they saw their moment and took it” type situation and showing us that they’ve been trying, over and over, with so many failed attempts, to break the arena and incite a rebellion for decades. in this current political climate never giving up hope is so essential. haymitch wasn’t the first nor the last, and they kept going even when it seemed completely futile, and that’s what counts, and what ultimately saves them all.
I BETTER NOT SEE ANY “WHY DID YOU SPOIL IT” COMMENTS ISTG
SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER
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I’m still sulking about the fact that Haymitch lost his soulmate Lenore Dove (fuck you Snow). My delulu ass was thinking on how if Haymitch had caught early on that the gumdrops were poisoned, Lenore Dove would still be alive and they would get married in the future and have a happy life…. but then again, this is the hunger games.
As much as I want to think that Lenore Dove should’ve or could’ve had a happy ending, her death was inevitable.
There are two things that the Hunger Games have shown us:
1.) There is no happy ending for anybody. You’d fight for everything, only to loose everything in the end. Even victors have to suffer through the consequences. Nobody wins.
2.) No matter how hard you protect your person, the inevitable will happen. Katniss and Prim is the prime example of it. Katniss did everything to protect Prim. She volunteered to take Prim’s place in the games only for her to be unalived in the 3rd book. Despite all of the sacrifices, Prim still d!3d.
Going back to my point, even if Lenore Dove did survive the gumdrop, President Snow would’ve make Haymitch suffer the same fate as Beetee. He would’ve made sure that she would not survive the games and make Haymitch watch his love d!3 in a gruesome way. Lenore Dove’s death was inevitable.
But if it makes you feel any better, in another universe, Haymitch and Lenore Dove are reunited together as geese and they have their own little geese family.
If you’re willing can you write a kit x reader for this prompt:
“i love you”
“no you don’t”
“yes… i do”
slightly angsty, slightly fluffy??? idk
tl;dr: kit heads the words i love you for the first time and doesn’t know how to react
'I love you'
'No, you don't'
A/N: Oooo, I love this idea sm!! Hope this is what you were looking for😞💗
Warnings: in a world where kit didn't die and made friends and stuff. Let's be delusional 🙈
Fluff☁ & Angst🌧
♡Kit can't believe someone actually loves him♡
Kit x GN! Reader
Kit's hand intertwined with yours as you both exit the park. The week had been tiresome and some time outside was well needed. You'd both been there for hours, playing on the swings, talking, walking around. The sky dimmed in preparation for the evening and you both decided to call it a day.
Kit offered to walk you home and you agree, like usual. Now, hand in hand, strutting down the sidewalk with Kit made you feel safe. You've always felt safe around him. He would never think of putting you into harm. Its the small gestures that got you hooked onto him in the first place. The way he'd hold you close when in a crowded area. How he would bring you your favorite candy on some random day. He just oddly seemed to get you. 𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘸 you.
The walk to your place remained as a silent trip with occasional chatter. Not that you minded. Only ever gave you time to glance at his face. The face that you've come to appreciate every time you see it. Saying you have a crush on Kit would be the largest understatement in bloody history.
Sure
It's started out as a crush. The usual butterflies and not being able to sleep at night. You thought it would last a week at most. Just a stupid crush on a friend right?
It's almost been 2 years.
TWO flipping years and you haven't thought about any other guy. It scared you that he might never know. He might start dating someone else. What scared you more though: rejection.
You both arrive at your home. Kit gives you a small smile before speaking "I'll get going then. See you tomorrow? " His hand pulls away from yours but your grip on his increases "Don't you want to stay over for a bit? My parents aren't home right now" Your voice is almost a whisper. Kit's eyes widen "Are you sure? " You nod, dragging him inside.
Inside the safety of your room, everything just seemed more difficult than it was before. How the hell do you just tell kit you like- scratch that. 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 him.
Kit glanced over at you from his place on your bed. Your eyes squinted, glued onto a wall. This was beyond zoned out. You practically weren't in the room anymore. He stood, making way towards you. Kit tapped your shoulder causing you to snap out of your thoughts. You realized how close he had gotten "y/n? Are you oka-"
"I love you, Kit! " The words shot out before you could think about them. Silence graced the room with it's presence. Kit's eyes raise, his mouth slightly agape. You needed a black hole to just suck you out of existence right now. Why wasn't he speaking?
Kit finally let out a little sigh. "What did you say?" You shrug and repeat "I love you"
"No, you don't"
His words. His tone, snipped a piece of your heart away. "What? " You shake your head "Yes, I do! I love you! "
Kit doesn't respond immediately. Guilt washed over the boy because even after all this time, he hasn't told you. He doesn't want to tell you. You'd just push him away. Like everyone else did. He knows he shouldn't let his insecurities take over but they always do.
'You don't love me, y/n" Kit paused thinking over his words "You're in love with the concept of me. Not who I really am... " His words linger longer than they needed to. "What do you mean? I'm in love with 𝘺𝘰𝘶 Kit. "
"You wouldn't understand"
"Then make me understand"
"It's complicated. Difficult to say"
This ticked you off the wrong way. How could he possibly know how you feel about him? It's your heart, isn't it? Kit has always been a mysterious person but it never rubbed you off the wrong way. Like it does now. "Why wouldn't I love you? " you ask, desperate for anything at this point. Kit blinks "I'm not... I'm not what you want. What you think I am"
"Kit, I'm sure id love that part of yo-"
"No! " Kit snapped "You wouldn't... You'd call me a freak. A 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳"
You laugh at his words. Not because it was funny but because you didn't know what to think. Is he calling himself a killer or something? "I would never call you a damn monster. What are you talking about? " You step closer although he slipped past you making his way towards your bedroom door "I'll see you tomorrow, okay? "
"No" you yank his arm "You haven't told me how you feel. " Kit's shoulders slouch "I don't feel the same, y/n. I'm sorry but I can't" His eyes refuse to meet yours. He feels bad. Worse than bad. That was all a damn lie. He loves you and cares for you. This decision was only for your benefit. Kit did the right thing (?)
"I understand then. Bye" You hold back tears forcing to escape. Kit pulled you into a tight hug "You're still my friend... And I care about you. Uh, we'll talk" He pulls away with a soft smile. "Yeah. We'll talk"
As soon as Kit exited the room, you tossed yourself onto the bed, letting out a long sigh. What did Kit's words mean? Not loving him for who he really is? Who is he really and if you find out, could it really be that bad?
Hi i’m still here lol. Also HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!! I’m in the middle of winter break right now with 2 semesters left of uni!!
I’m currently trying to catch up on the unwatched shows on netflix. So far, I just finished Jentry Chau vs the Underworld. I loved it!!! (although I want justice for Kit). If you guys have any show recs lmkkk.
As for the requests, I’ll be looking over them in hopes I get inspired to write something. Until then, stay tuned
