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[desolatesouls]

Flirt

Pairings: Dante x Reader

Warnings: None!

A/N: I finished watching Devils May Cry last week and honestly I love it, so of course I had to write something for him :3

You worked at the local diner in your city, it was never too busy or never too slow. You didn’t mind it as you worked the night shift and the only thing you had to worry about was a few drunks here and there but that was pretty much it. Well except for the lousy pay but that was another story…

You had just finished refilling a customer's coffee when the bell above the front door rang alerting a new customer had stepped in. Without looking up, you repeated the words that were now engraved in your brain, “Welcome in, sit anywhere you’d like, i’ll be with you in a minute.”

You finished ringing up the customer with the coffee and made your way to the far end of the bar where the new customer had sat.

Notepad and pen in hand you spoke up, “What can I get you started with today?”

Getting a good look at the customer, you noticed it was a male, maybe in his early 20’s, pure white hair and blue eyes, you gave him a sneaky once over, you couldn’t deny he was handsome but you knew he would just be another pretty face to look at as this would probably be the first and last time you would ever see him.

The male looked at you, not bothering to hide that he was checking you out. He smirked as he dragged his eyes back to your awaiting eyes, “Your number perhaps?”

You sighed, sadly you were used to customers like this, “Not on the menu. We have a two for one special if you order The Big Breakfast.”

The man tilted his head, his smirk wider, “I’m Dante.”

“I didn’t ask.” You shot back.

Dante let out a loud laugh, shaking his head in amusement, “I’ll take a strawberry and vanilla sundae, extra strawberries.”

You nodded, walking away to make his sundae without another word to the man now known as Dante. As you’re making it you can feel his eyes on you, not caring that you knew he was staring.

You sigh, walking back to him as you finish his sundae, “One strawberry vanilla sundae, extra strawberries.” You put it in front of him.

He smiles up at you lazily, “On a scale of one to ten, you’re a nine, and I’m the one you need” 

You raise an eyebrow and start to walk away, not bothering to even reply to him.

“Wait! I do have a question for you!” He calls out seeing you walk away.

You pause and close your eyes and turn to him, giving him a look, “And what is it?”

“Do you have a band-aid?”  

You nodded, thankful it was a regular question, “Yes, I'll grab one for you now–”

You were cut off.

“Because I think I scraped my knee falling for you.” Dante said with a slight laugh, thinking it was the best pick up line ever.

You let out a loud tired sigh, “Alright.” You shove your notepad and pen in your apron and walk away without another glance. You send your other co-worker who was a girl your age with red hair over to give him his check.

It’s been a week since you last saw Dante, to say you haven’t been thinking about him would be a lie. For some reason Dante was on your mind, you would curse at yourself when you caught yourself thinking about him. 

That white haired devil had made a mark on you with just a simple smirk and cheesy pickup lines.

It was Saturday night, the clock had just turned midnight and the diner was packed. You had clocked in two hours ago and were non-stop busy.

You had been running around taking orders, pouring coffees and cleaning up messes. Finally after another hour or two it died down, though the restaurant was still packed.

“Someone came in a few minutes ago, once you get their order I'll cover you for a fifteen minute break.” Your co-worker said to you as she poured a couple of drinks for a family who was on a cross country vacation.

You nodded, already going over to the section, eager to have a break. 

“Welcome! What can I get for you tonight?” Your head down, flipping to a clean page in your notebook.

“Do you ever get mad when you walk into the kitchen and realize you're the only decent meal in this diner.” The voice called out.

You lift your head in shock, locking eyes with Dante. He sat in the same seat as last time, leaning on the countertop with one elbow on it. He smirked at you, giving you a simple nod.

You shake your head, letting out a little chuckle, he caught you off guard and you were blaming your tiredness on why you found him funny.

“Ha. Ha.” You deadpanned, “What would you like to order? It's been a long day and you're my last customer before I can go on break… so if we can hurry along…”

“Fine, fine. Two slices of pepperoni pizza and a coke, to go, please.” Dante said innocently… a little too innocently. 

You hummed writing it down, “Anything else?"

“I’ve seemed to lost my phone number, can I have yours?” Dante said with the biggest smirk.

“We have a public phone near the bathrooms, you can use that, your order will be up shortly, have a nice night.” You say in false sweetness.

Five minutes later, you were leaning against the brick wall on the side of the diner, the cool air of the night relaxing you.

“If you were a fruit, you’d be a fine-apple.” A voice suddenly called.

You gasped, startled at the sudden voice, it had seemingly come out of nowhere without warning. You turn quickly, seeing it was Dante, standing a few feet away, bag in one hand, his drink in another as he sips it.

You scoff, “Asshole.” You roll your eyes.

“My mom told me that life was a deck of cards, so I guess you must be the queen of hearts.”Dante says as he walks to you.

“Right.”

“Do you know what my shirt is made of? Boyfriend material.”

“Ok.”

“Are you sure you’re not tired? You’ve been running through my mind all day.”

“... I am actually.”

Dante paused, he was going to reply to that but decided not to, “Somebody call the cops. It’s got to be illegal to look that good.”

You scoff, “I look like shit, let’s be honest.”

By now, Dante was leaning against the wall, only a few inches away from you, drink halfway gone. He didn’t say anything at first but softly replied, “I think you look beautiful.”

You quickly glance at him, he was looking at you with sincerity. You barely knew this man but you could just tell he meant it.

“Thanks…” You say shyly.

A brief silence passed between the two of you, just letting the night go on and fill your ears.  “I–” Dante had started but your co-worker had opened the back door, glancing at you then Dante.

“We just got three eight tops in, gonna need you back in here for some help.” She had called out, giving another glance to Dante before heading back inside.

You sigh for what felt like the millionth time in the last two weeks. You reach for the door handle and before you make your way in, “I’ll see you around Dante.”

Dante nods, giving a little wave, “Perhaps I can get your number?”

You laugh a little, “How about the next time we meet… preferably not at work.”

“Deal!”

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Levi: “I prevented a murder today.” Hange: “Really? How?” Levi: “Self-control.”

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i’m almost glad we never got an animated scene of erwin fighting - like really fighting, hand to hand, using odm gear, the works - because i’m not sure i would have survived seeing all of that in action

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

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

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

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

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

“I—I don’t know if I can—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You laughed breathlessly. “You’re insatiable.”

He grinned. “Only for you.”

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Now that Devil May Cry is out may I request some head canons about riding Dante? Pretty please?

You can always make DMC requests from me!

Pairing: Dante Sparda x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, cock riding, praise, clit stimulation, teasing, Dante being Dante

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A/N: I don't really care if people hate the Netflix anime, I love it. I want a season 2 right now.

the type of guy who would buy you a cowboy hat when you say you want to ride his cock

you don't have to wear the hat when you're riding him but he thinks it adds to the fun

a very touchy guy, he can never keep his hands to himself

Dante refuses to keep his hands away from your clit when you're having sex, it is a magical pleasure button after all, so even if you're doing most of the moving he still wants to give himself something to do

slaps your ass a lot, more often with just one hand but sometimes with both and always grabs you where he slapped, especially when he knows you're still sensitive

if you get tired he will lift your legs up, his arms below your knees and fingers interlocked with yours, before he starts hammering his cock into your sensitive wet hole

very chatty and will always tell you how much he's enjoying himself, or how hypnotized he is by the view of your pussy swallowing his hard cock, your pussy making his white pubic hair wet with it's slick, the slapping, lewd noise that your pussy makes when you lower yourself on him over and over

grins up at you and gives you a thumbs up when you make him come while riding him

when he wants you to ride him he will sit on the bed, pat his thighs and tell you to get on, and yes, he will absolutely also say yee-haw

has condoms in lots of different colors to make things more fun when he has to watch his cock go in and out of you

one interesting thing that he likes is to fuck you from behind but then he will stop, leave just the tip of his cock inside of you, feeling your pussy tighten, trying to pull him back in but he won't move

instead he tells you to ride his cock from this position

as much as he loves getting ridden he is still Dante at the end of the way, so of course he will find a way to be a cocky bastard about it

not like you didn't know that before you started dating, now your sex life is that much more fun, for having Dante there

[desolatesouls]

Flirt

Pairings: Dante x Reader

Warnings: None!

A/N: I finished watching Devils May Cry last week and honestly I love it, so of course I had to write something for him :3

You worked at the local diner in your city, it was never too busy or never too slow. You didn’t mind it as you worked the night shift and the only thing you had to worry about was a few drunks here and there but that was pretty much it. Well except for the lousy pay but that was another story…

You had just finished refilling a customer's coffee when the bell above the front door rang alerting a new customer had stepped in. Without looking up, you repeated the words that were now engraved in your brain, “Welcome in, sit anywhere you’d like, i’ll be with you in a minute.”

You finished ringing up the customer with the coffee and made your way to the far end of the bar where the new customer had sat.

Notepad and pen in hand you spoke up, “What can I get you started with today?”

Getting a good look at the customer, you noticed it was a male, maybe in his early 20’s, pure white hair and blue eyes, you gave him a sneaky once over, you couldn’t deny he was handsome but you knew he would just be another pretty face to look at as this would probably be the first and last time you would ever see him.

The male looked at you, not bothering to hide that he was checking you out. He smirked as he dragged his eyes back to your awaiting eyes, “Your number perhaps?”

You sighed, sadly you were used to customers like this, “Not on the menu. We have a two for one special if you order The Big Breakfast.”

The man tilted his head, his smirk wider, “I’m Dante.”

“I didn’t ask.” You shot back.

Dante let out a loud laugh, shaking his head in amusement, “I’ll take a strawberry and vanilla sundae, extra strawberries.”

You nodded, walking away to make his sundae without another word to the man now known as Dante. As you’re making it you can feel his eyes on you, not caring that you knew he was staring.

You sigh, walking back to him as you finish his sundae, “One strawberry vanilla sundae, extra strawberries.” You put it in front of him.

He smiles up at you lazily, “On a scale of one to ten, you’re a nine, and I’m the one you need” 

You raise an eyebrow and start to walk away, not bothering to even reply to him.

“Wait! I do have a question for you!” He calls out seeing you walk away.

You pause and close your eyes and turn to him, giving him a look, “And what is it?”

“Do you have a band-aid?”  

You nodded, thankful it was a regular question, “Yes, I'll grab one for you now–”

You were cut off.

“Because I think I scraped my knee falling for you.” Dante said with a slight laugh, thinking it was the best pick up line ever.

You let out a loud tired sigh, “Alright.” You shove your notepad and pen in your apron and walk away without another glance. You send your other co-worker who was a girl your age with red hair over to give him his check.

It’s been a week since you last saw Dante, to say you haven’t been thinking about him would be a lie. For some reason Dante was on your mind, you would curse at yourself when you caught yourself thinking about him. 

That white haired devil had made a mark on you with just a simple smirk and cheesy pickup lines.

It was Saturday night, the clock had just turned midnight and the diner was packed. You had clocked in two hours ago and were non-stop busy.

You had been running around taking orders, pouring coffees and cleaning up messes. Finally after another hour or two it died down, though the restaurant was still packed.

“Someone came in a few minutes ago, once you get their order I'll cover you for a fifteen minute break.” Your co-worker said to you as she poured a couple of drinks for a family who was on a cross country vacation.

You nodded, already going over to the section, eager to have a break. 

“Welcome! What can I get for you tonight?” Your head down, flipping to a clean page in your notebook.

“Do you ever get mad when you walk into the kitchen and realize you're the only decent meal in this diner.” The voice called out.

You lift your head in shock, locking eyes with Dante. He sat in the same seat as last time, leaning on the countertop with one elbow on it. He smirked at you, giving you a simple nod.

You shake your head, letting out a little chuckle, he caught you off guard and you were blaming your tiredness on why you found him funny.

“Ha. Ha.” You deadpanned, “What would you like to order? It's been a long day and you're my last customer before I can go on break… so if we can hurry along…”

“Fine, fine. Two slices of pepperoni pizza and a coke, to go, please.” Dante said innocently… a little too innocently. 

You hummed writing it down, “Anything else?"

“I’ve seemed to lost my phone number, can I have yours?” Dante said with the biggest smirk.

“We have a public phone near the bathrooms, you can use that, your order will be up shortly, have a nice night.” You say in false sweetness.

Five minutes later, you were leaning against the brick wall on the side of the diner, the cool air of the night relaxing you.

“If you were a fruit, you’d be a fine-apple.” A voice suddenly called.

You gasped, startled at the sudden voice, it had seemingly come out of nowhere without warning. You turn quickly, seeing it was Dante, standing a few feet away, bag in one hand, his drink in another as he sips it.

You scoff, “Asshole.” You roll your eyes.

“My mom told me that life was a deck of cards, so I guess you must be the queen of hearts.”Dante says as he walks to you.

“Right.”

“Do you know what my shirt is made of? Boyfriend material.”

“Ok.”

“Are you sure you’re not tired? You’ve been running through my mind all day.”

“... I am actually.”

Dante paused, he was going to reply to that but decided not to, “Somebody call the cops. It’s got to be illegal to look that good.”

You scoff, “I look like shit, let’s be honest.”

By now, Dante was leaning against the wall, only a few inches away from you, drink halfway gone. He didn’t say anything at first but softly replied, “I think you look beautiful.”

You quickly glance at him, he was looking at you with sincerity. You barely knew this man but you could just tell he meant it.

“Thanks…” You say shyly.

A brief silence passed between the two of you, just letting the night go on and fill your ears.  “I–” Dante had started but your co-worker had opened the back door, glancing at you then Dante.

“We just got three eight tops in, gonna need you back in here for some help.” She had called out, giving another glance to Dante before heading back inside.

You sigh for what felt like the millionth time in the last two weeks. You reach for the door handle and before you make your way in, “I’ll see you around Dante.”

Dante nods, giving a little wave, “Perhaps I can get your number?”

You laugh a little, “How about the next time we meet… preferably not at work.”

“Deal!”

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This is Levi, Levi loves his personal space.

This is y/n, y/n ALSO loves Levi’s personal space. 

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Does anyone else think that, maybe, the reason Askeladd thinks himself unfit to be a king (despite being a good leader and even Canute asking him why he doesn’t want to be king himself), is because of his face?

So Askeladd has that thing where he can judge the type of person someone is by their face…and I bet if he looks into a mirror, he doesn’t see someone suited to be king because the only thing he sees is his father’s face. Not his own.

The face of someone unfit to be a king.

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"You have no enemies."

Got really into Vinland Saga recently. A truly special manga/anime.

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Face card: never declines.

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ngl can i request a levi x fem!reader one shot smut where he’s the bottom lmao 😂 its his first time being intimate cuz i imagine being as busy as he is, he’s never really had time to think or do any of those things. and now that hes with reader hes having a hard time grappling with these dirty thoughts of her. so she teaches him where to make her feel good + they’re more so making love than just fucking?

idk what im doing but i hope you like it :)

Levi had never had time for things like this.

Desire wasn’t something he’d let himself feel. There were always more important things—missions, injuries, orders, blood on the floor and bodies to burn. Lust? It was just another weakness to scrub out of himself like a stain.

And then he met you.

And now—now he was plagued. Ravaged by thoughts of you. The slope of your neck, the little sigh you let out when you stretched, the way your fingers sometimes brushed his arm when you walked past. It wasn't just physical. You made him feel warm. You made him feel like there was time.

He wanted you in ways he didn’t understand.

And that terrified him.

You figured it out long before he said anything.

Levi was many things—disciplined, unreadable, precise. But around you, his armor cracked. You saw it in the way his hands trembled sometimes when they touched your hips. How his eyes lingered on your mouth but never your eyes when you kissed too long.

You didn’t rush him.

But one night, with the quiet of the barracks behind you and the moonlight painting silver on his cheekbone, he sat on the edge of your bed with fists clenched in his lap and said,

“I’ve never done this before.”

You tilted your head. “This?”

He nodded, like it shamed him. “Any of it. I never had time. Or space. Or anyone I trusted.”

You crossed to him and knelt between his knees. “You trust me now?”

His voice was barely above a whisper. “I think I always did.”

You leaned up and kissed him. “Then let me show you.”

He was quiet as you undressed him, letting you tug off his cravat, unbutton his shirt. His hands were shaking, so you covered them with your own.

“You’re allowed to want this,” you said softly.

He nodded, eyes darting to the floor. “I just don’t know what I’m doing.”

“You don’t have to. That’s my job tonight.”

He swallowed hard, voice breaking a little. “Okay.”

The first time your lips wrapped around his cock, Levi whimpered.

The sound caught even him off guard. He stared down at you, lips parted, a silent tremor in his chest like he was watching something sacred and terrifying at once.

You moved slowly, tenderly, making sure he felt everything. You wanted him to learn the way his own body could melt. And it did—his thighs tense under your hands, his brows knit, one hand gripping the bedsheet like it was the only thing keeping him from falling apart.

“Shit,” he gasped. “I—fuck, I can’t—”

You let him slip free with a gentle pop and kissed his thigh.

“You don’t have to hold back, Levi,” you whispered. “Just feel. That’s all you have to do.”

You guided him inside you with steady hands, kissing him through the tremble in his breath.

His eyes were squeezed shut. “You’re so warm,” he murmured. “I didn’t know it could feel like this.”

You rocked your hips, slowly, letting him get used to it. His hands came to your waist, not guiding—just holding. Like he needed the weight of you to believe this was real.

“You feel good?” you asked.

He opened his eyes, looked up at you like you were something holy.

“You feel like everything I never let myself want.”

You moved together like something slow and sacred.

Levi was flushed, lips parted, gaze never leaving yours. Every time you rolled your hips, his brows furrowed like he was going to cry from the pleasure.

You took his hand and guided it between your legs, showing him where to touch, how to press.

“Here,” you whispered, curling his fingers just right. “This is where you make me feel good.”

He watched with wonder, hand stroking you the way you taught him, eyes wide as he felt your hips shudder.

“You’re close,” he breathed.

You smiled. “So are you.”

He came first.

With a moan that broke into a gasp, he buried his face in your neck, trembling beneath you. His arms wrapped tight around your waist like he was scared you’d vanish when it was over.

But you didn’t.

You stayed.

You kissed his temple. You rocked him through it. You let him breathe.

And when you came moments later, Levi stared at you like he was watching the sun rise for the first time.

Later, tangled in the sheets with your head on his chest and his fingers stroking lazy shapes into your back, he whispered,

“I never thought I’d get to have this.”

You kissed the underside of his jaw. “You do now.”

He nodded slowly, voice tight.

“I want to learn everything.”

You smiled.

“I’ll teach you.”

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can I. can I say something about professional published smut. a lot of times they are too foul mouthed with it. thats not where the sexiness lies

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I can’t take it he’s too gorgeous 🤧🤧🤧🤧

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“i want to be the friend you fall hopelessly in love with.”

“i would marry you. i’d marry you tomorrow. and then i’d take you to bed. for weeks.”

FOLDED LIKE A BOOK.

—tahereh mafi’s men. (aaron warner and king cyrus)

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Just remembered that TWK exists so that means Alizeh x Cyrus exists and there’s pining and innocent love that exists and there’s going to be more to it in September- IN SEPTEMBER. HOW AM J SUPPOSED TO STAY SANE JNTIL THEN???? I MISS THEM SO much it’s unbearable and idk what to do with myself

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This is so Jotaro and Jolyne coded you can’t tell me otherwise. I definitely see him dressing in y2k fashion especially with the jerseys and caps TELL ME YOU SEE IT