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.
💜🎤 My Idol: Yandere!Various!Kpdh x Kpop!Demon Hunter!Fem!Reader
● Description: Idol by day, demon hunter by night, a kpop singer, (Y/N), must protect the honmoon from soul sucking demons, while also trying to set herself free from a contract tying her to the underworld to escape the clutches of the demons that refused to let her go.
the way in so intrigued by your ej is indescrivibile, can we maybe have some headcanons about him?
Sure thing!
Eyeless Jack Headcanons
Jeff describes him as an "angsty dude".When he fucked his arm and went to his cabinet,he tried his best to anger him but to no result.He's a master at keeping his cool,especially since losing it might make him go bite the first person he sees,but only on starving desperate occasions.
He speaks in a low tone,almost as if he is whispering when he's in the cabinet.His normal voice is deep,but he keeps talking in a calm and low demnineer.
Dude is tall as fuck.Back when he was a human he was of average height and build,but after the incident he stands at 2 metres and something and drastically changed his body.
He doesn't wipe his tar-like tears.They fall on his sweater.A lot of goo is formed when he keeps his mask on for long periods of time.I also can't see him showing a lot of skin unless he's in the privacy of his room,sticking to baggy clothes.
The metallic smell of blood is drowned by the overwhelming one of different drugs,robbing alcohol or perfume mixed with cologne.
EJ can go out without consuming human flesh for a few weeks,but that means low energy and increased sleepiness.If he goes more than a few weeks he might actually lose it,that's why he goes often on hunting for animals although it doesn't satisfy him.
The taste of food/fizzy drinks makes him sick,that's why he avoids it.He can't do drugs either,nothing has any effect on him.
He didn't lose his empathy,and although he doesn't show it he can relate to a lot of residents in the mansion
Reads a lot,his favorite books consists of either medicine related subjects or poetry.
Throwing in some female!proxy headcanon because I feel the need to
-since she is a demon hunter,he would love to go to her to finish his shitty life in the mansion but knows that the boss would punish her for that,that's why he's just watching from afar,trying to find anything else that would let him be free from himself.
Summary: You're a fellow proxy working as a demon hunter for your favorite tall eldritch The Operator.Your top priority is to keep the forest as clean as possible from demons or inhuman creatures who have a grudge against him.
Warnings: heavy angst,depression,abuse, drugs,addiction and violence mentions
when you first arrived there you were frightened,lost and confused.Your every breath felt like a step closer towards more misery,and the head physician of the mansion noticed it all,and he couldn't do anything about it.
the days you spent locked in your room until The Slenderman made himself clear trough your constant migraines and nosebleeds that you need to get out made the blue masked demon feel mercy for you
he observed how you were pushed to your limits, and everyday he kept on rooting for you to not break down like the others before you did
were you afraid of him?after all,he could feel whenever you heart would start beating faster.Were you disgusted by him?Sometimes he was,of himself.
Jack also noticed the smoke coming out of your windows every night,and sometimes he wished to knock on your door but he never did.
maybe it was because he tought you hated him.It would be alright,he hated what he became too.
instead,he tried to ask you in a friendly manner different subjects when he catched you in the same space as him,and you simply nodded that you acknowledged them,or responded with a simple "yes" or "no".It seemed impossible to get closer
Feeling EJ's,BEN's and Sally's presence would become the norm since they're not very much all human.
Whenever either of them stepped into the room you would look at them all of a sudden.Sally likes the attention since she thinks of you like a bigger sister and EJ feels like trash for it.
you were the only one that knew how to get rid of him.If you wanted to,you would,but you simply decided to not cross paths with the man-eating thing.
there was a clear tension between the two of you,an uncomfortable silence when there remained only the two of you in a room,there was something that couldn't be said nor asked,and neither dared to speak
despite it all,Jack had his fair amount of sins.Staring at you way more than necessary,licking the blood that remained on his scalpel whenever you got injured,and going out to hunt whenever you were out as well
he kept on analysing your movements,silently waiting for the day you might hunt him down for sport,altough he feels that if his demon part might not take over he would gladly let you end his pathetic life.If it would take over then it would be one hell of a night where different types of blood would be mixed
one day,when both of you were assigned a longer-than-usual mission,you made a cut on your forearm and offered some blood for him to drink while his withdraws started to kick in from hunger
he wasn't offended that you treated him like some sort of vampire,but was rather shocked by your boldness
Jack also admired the way you disposed of other demons around the forest.Your movements were clean and devoid of the fear that you came with the first day in the mansion,but at the same time they seemed rushed enough to get it over with.It was almost as if you were kind enough to finish their misery
the thing both of you had in common was the way both of you wished to leave a scene with the least amount of suffering possible.He never dared bring it up,he wouldn't think of comparing himself to you
long deep talks during the night with just the right amount of distance between the two of you
your relationship was indeed an odd one,but it was certainly one worth writing for
