#the dark knight sparda

[thedivineimagecomic]

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[skelesass]

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[actuallysaiyan]

Kinktober Day 9: Somnophilia(You'd be like Heaven to touch...)

warnings/kinks: somnophilia, smut, slight dub con, unprotected sex word count: 0.7k pairings: Legendary Dark Knight Sparda x Fem!Reader teaser: You could so easily bring him to his knees with that big heart of yours and that tight cunt. Sparda smirks as he runs his long fingers through your pubic hair. taglist: @beneathstarryskies @loki-love @witchofcustom @dreadsuitsamus @pyrofanatic @butterflieskeepcominback

You never thought you’d fall in love with the Legendary Dark Knight Sparda, but he had charmed his way into your heart so easily. You were a tiny human next to this giant devil, but he so easily showed you just how sweet and kind he was. And it took no time for you to become intimate with him, learning all the ways that sex can be so much better with a devil.

You often wondered if you were ever enough for this sexy and loving devil, but he never left you guessing for very long. Your days were spent being lavished and spoiled by the devil in question, and your nights were spent on your back or knees being pleasured to the brink of consciousness. You could never imagine a better existence.

Despite the lack of him telling you about his past, he did share a few things with you. It made you worry, but you knew your lover was more than capable of taking care of things were they to become dodgy. So as time went on, you slowly grew closer and more in love with Sparda.

Your routine was pretty well set. You and him spend all your time together. He loves to surprise you with tokens of love. He’s got a big romantic heart that makes you swoon almost every single day. And his appetite for sex is voracious. He does what he can to fuck you and pleasure you every day and night but sometimes when he’s gone, he grows impatient to see you.

This is one of those days. You’re home alone, longing for your lover. You know he’ll be home soon, but it’s just making you feel even needier not to have him here with you. It gets worse when you realize you’ll have to go to bed without him.

The bed feels cold and lonely. You want him to be here, pressing that big body up against yours. You wish for his hands all over you, caressing you and teasing you in all the ways you love. Somehow you manage to fall asleep, dreaming of being with Sparda once more.

And he finds you in bed, a smirk on his face. He knew he’d be home by tonight, but he decided to surprise you. When he sees you sleeping alone in your marital bed, his cock grows so hard. This is an aspect of your relationship you had told him you’d love to explore more.

He settles on the bed gently, spreading your thighs. The thin sheet sits on your practically naked body, just keeping you from him. He pulls it off so slowly, not wanting to wake you up at all. Your nightgown is pushed up and he grunts quietly when he sees you’re not wearing any panties. Your cunt is just there, on full display for him. You must be having some good dreams, he thinks to himself, because you are so wet.

The smell of your arousal makes his head so dizzy. You’re such a tiny human, but you own him body and soul. You could so easily bring him to his knees with that big heart of yours and that tight cunt. Sparda smirks as he runs his long fingers through your pubic hair.

You stir softly in your sleep, a warmth growing deep inside of you. Your dreams are filled with loving and sexual moments with your lover, making you feel aroused in your sleep. Sparda is enjoying every moment of this. Soon, he’s shedding his clothes and he’s spreading your thighs even more.

He’s careful not to wake you up as he runs his thick cockhead between your soaked folds. You let out cute little moans, but he knows you’re just dreaming. He spends an extra couple of minutes getting his cock all nice and wet before slipping it into you.

And this is when you wake up, a soft gasp falling from your lips. You feel so full and loved. You cling to the devil, your arms and legs wrapping around him as he thrusts into you. Now that you’re awake and aware of what’s going on, he’s not going to slow down.

The cute little sleepy look in your eyes really drives him crazy. As he pounds you into the mattress, he’s grunting and growling. His mouth waters as he leans in to nip at your neck. You cry out, whimpering and whining when he bites down into your skin.

“Couldn’t wait for you to fully wake up, my dear…just had to have you now.”

[6-evil-6-soul-6]

DMC1 Sparda DT. Using Yamato As Legendary Dark Knight

Recolour to his original aura vs Mundus

[turcinbsart]

TriggerHeart Sparda

I got really fixated on the legend of Sparda in Devil May Cry and decided to "write" some loose fanon. Based around the revolving theme of "heart is power," this story would base itself in Sparda discovering and developing his humanity as he "[wakes] up to justice" and saves the human world from Mundus' takeover.

<> Raised by the demon-dubbed-God of Death, Yamato, and trained by her to tear apart his enemies, Sparda starts out as a vagabond demon, simply fighting to fight and prove his place among demon-kind in Mundus' hell. >One day he returns home, eager to share his exploits of bloodshed to Yamato. As he approaches, he sees Yamato talking to Mundus, never before seen by Sparda himself. Hushed and angered tones echo through the halls, before a large burst of red lightning hits Yamato. The God of Death reclaims herself and brandishes her fabled power as the two titans face off. >In the end, however, Yamato is felled, and Mundus takes his leave. Sparda, now able to close in, talks to Yamato.

"Mundus... you must stop him."

'Why, my master, what is he planning?"

"There is so much we miss in our immortal lives. Find humanity.'

"Humanity?"

"There is power in them. You need more power."

"I don't understand..."

"My.. young bug..." >Yamato's body fades away as her energy explodes into the ether, and then condensing, to be held solemnly in Sparda's hands. It fades into his body, its potential locked away. >Sparda resolves to heed his master. He will find and exploit Humanity's power, but to fell Mundus? That would take more convincing, and more time.

<> And from here it's bare bones, Sparda joins Mundus' army, becomes his right hand, trains two demon brothers, and all that jazz we know and love and exists in like 5 paragraphs total. lol. This project exists simply because Sparda seems like he'd be such an interesting subject for a Devil May Cry story, side or main, despite how little we actually know

I will split you apart Bare my light against sin Suffer my triggered heart Embrace the darkness within

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Feel free to ask me questions!

[ultimateanna]

Devil May Cry - The legendary priestess whom Sparda had slain to seal the Temen-ni-gru

[rex101111]

the best Vergil bit is still that one scene in DMC3, where we see him reach the site of his Ultimate Plan and he dramatically offers his blood, the Blood Of The Dark Knight Sparda, to a shrine with a completely serious look on his face, certain he's going to get what he was after...and then a little gameplay while later we cut back to him pacing back and forth with a honest to goodness huff and you can hear him clenching his teeth and his sword so fucking tightly when he shouts out "WHY ISN'T THIS WORKING!?" like a teenager banging the top of his computer, and then you hear him and see him take a deep breath to calm himself down because for fuck's sake he's the cool twin damn it.

It's a bit funny yeah but its a good reminder that Vergil is a nineteen year old kid. Way over his head, way over confident, and really pissed off that he has to deal with his annoying brother today more then he planned on. "Calm and collected" yeah, sure, so long as 100% of everything is going his way, the second one singular thing goes wrong Vergil is so very very clearly Dante's brother and its a bit of an eye opener to see our so called Cool Rival be just as impatient as the smarmy dude we've spent this whole time playing as.

[phonkscribes]

Sparda is such a wife guy. He really treasures his S/Os because of their mortality in comparison to his own. At any moment he may lose them and that is something that definitely eats at him. He doesn’t like to display his concern because of who he is and what he’s become, but it’s hard to ignore. His protectiveness of his S/O is cranked up to the max setting too once he’s claimed them. If someone or something hurts them, he gives it the most withering glare while having a totally relaxed and nonchalant face like.

“Ah! Pesky thing, we could really do without it, couldn’t we?”, he asks, just before he’s about to obliterate it.

The legendary dark knight doesn’t take very kindly to others being disrespectful to his love either: for example, let’s say if one of his sons were acting unruly and causing them trouble.

“Dante”, he starts, voice heavy with that deep growl and that certain look in his eyes. It’s all he needs at most to straighten out the wild child. He’s glad that he didn’t have to be so stern with Vergil who was more tame than his brother, but still.

There won’t be anyone in this world that should cause them grief but himself. He was rebellious in his youth and that carries over even now. It’s all in good fun, and if there is anything that they truly hate that he does, he’d cease it in an instant.

[beneathstarryskies]

Day Nine: Virginity Loss/Sacrifice w/ Dante

A/N: inspired by @actuallysaiyan! ;) go check out her kinktober because she's killing it.

Warnings: 3.7k words, virginity loss, deity kink (I'm not sure if that's a thing but the village worships Dante like a deity), AU!Dante, arranged marriage (Dante demands a bride), p+v penetration, fem!reader

Tag list: @actuallysaiyan @loki-love @the-eternal-sunflower

The devil had arrived in the night and taken up residence in an abandoned castle rumored to have once belonged to the dark knight, Sparda. He never spoke to the people inhabiting the surrounding village, and for years they never spoke to him. They spoke of him, of course. Small populations have a knack for weaving big tales, and the strange man with a striking resemblance to Sparda proved to be their favorite subject. Was this stranger friend or foe? Nobody could ever say for sure, and those who claimed to know weren’t taken seriously. 

All of this changed when demons attacked the village in the night. Yours was the first house they pillaged. You’d tried running, but ending up trapped in a closet. As your home burned around you, prayers fell from your lips despite you never having believed in a higher power. Tears blurred your vision as smoke stung your nose. The door is ripped off the hinges, and you look up to see a devil standing above you. It was different from the ones who had attacked. The devil glowed red and wings were outstretched behind him. 

“Please,” you whimper. 

The devil changes before your eyes. In a flash of red demonic energy, a man stands before you. He kneels down to scoop you up in his arms and carries you through the flames as though he doesn’t feel them licking his skin. You instinctively curl up tighter in his arms to avoid getting burned and you squeeze your eyes shut until the cool night air hits you. 

“Thank you,” you whisper as you dare to look up at the man holding you in his arms. 

He says nothing as he carries you to the edge of the village where the rest of the inhabitants were gathered. You can’t help noticing the demon corpses scattered across the ground. He’s the one who did this, you know that. He sets you down gently and takes a moment to make sure there are no more demons lurking around before turning away. 

All of the villagers look on in awe as his broad form starts to disappear in the night. It’s you who follows. He jolts like something has shocked him when you grab his arm. 

“Wait,” you say. You gulp when he turns to look at you with those icy blue eyes. “What’s your name?” 

“What do you care?” he grumbles. 

“You saved me…us.” 

“Dante,” he answers, then pulls away from you.

You watch him disappear into the darkness. Your heart races as you wonder about the devil. 

After that night, the villagers began to revere him as a deity. He had shown such tremendous power, there was no longer doubt about his origins. It had begun as whispers as the village began to rebuild, then began the offerings. Food, clothes, even money were left on the stone stairs leading into the castle. At first it seemed that Dante didn’t take the offerings. Fruit rotted where it was set, and mischievous kids began swiping the money. 

As summer turned into fall, the nights grew cold. You wondered more and more about Dante. He never took anything, but you wanted to do something nice for him. You couldn’t stop thinking about the sadness that permeated from him. 

One foggy morning, you ventured to the castle. In your arms were a blanket and a small basket of freshly baked bread you’d gotten from the bakery. You shudder as you look up at the looming castle, but you venture forth anyway. A group of older ladies with carefully wrapped meals were making their way in front of you, and their chatter was surprisingly comforting. 

Dante could smell you before you ever made it to the front of the castle. It was that sweet, cinnamon scent that pulled him out of bed. He slid into his tattered robe before going to the window. His heart races when he sees you coming up the narrow path leading from the village to the castle. You’re even more beautiful than he remembered from the night he saved you. He watches you kneel down as though in prayer like the rest of the visitors. Then, you set the blanket down and you put the basket on top of it. You look up again, and Dante gasps as he moves from the window for fear you could see him. 

Long after you leave, the scent lingers. It drives him crazy. No matter how much he tries to return to his new goal of drinking through the entire cellar, he can’t stop thinking about you. Once the sun goes down, he carefully opens the front door and grabs the offerings you left for him. He quickly realizes your scent has permeated the blanket. This need bubbles up inside of him as he carries everything up to the bedroom. 

“Fuck,” he mutters as his skin starts to heat up. Before he knows it, he’s curled up with the blanket. His cock throbs and he purrs as buries his face against the soft blanket to take in your scent. He reaches down to palm at his cock, making himself leak from the swollen tip. He’s going crazy with lust. He jerks himself off to images of you, wishing he’d spent more time memorizing your features. The memory of you on your knees as you left him such sweet offerings sends shivers up his spine. He cries out as he cums all over the blanket you left for him. 

He waits anxiously for morning to come. The sunrise would bring you back to him. He sits by the window, watching as the villagers come and go. Part of him feels panicked when you don’t show up. He wants to see you so bad. Just a little glimpse of you. That would be more than enough for him. 

“Come on,” he mutters as he waits and waits and waits. 

It’s nearly sunset before you finally come. He perks up immediately as he notices you. You look so beautiful to him right now. His heart is racing. This time you’ve brought wine and more food. Nothing that would hold your scent. 

Your heart races when you notice that your offerings from the day before aren’t on the step anymore. You set everything down before stepping back to look up at the castle again. You see him standing in the window. He wants to recoil again, but knowing that you were looking for him makes him freeze to the spot. You flash a sweet smile before waving. This is what makes him recoil from the window. 

He wants to talk to you, but he also wants to touch you. He wants to fuck you and taste you. His heart is pounding. This isn’t something he’d ever expected to happen to him. When he came to this village, he was just looking for a quiet place to waste away. He’s lost everyone and everything he cared about. He didn’t think he’d find a reason to live. This tiny village was the last place he’d expect to find his mate. 

He feels his chest tightening as he watches you leave.

Day after day, you come to him. He catches glimpses of your beauty as you leave him offerings. Sometimes you leave things with your scent, and he always collects those offerings. He has a small collection at this point, but it’s still not enough. He needs you, and now he knows how to get you. 

He waits for the right time. There’s a small meeting in the village square just after sunrise. For the first time since the demon's attack, he leaves the castle. Halfway down the path, he devil triggers and flies the rest of the way down. All of the villagers gasp as their deity flies above them, then lands right in the middle of the crowd. As soon as he lands, everyone kneels, including you. He makes a point to stretch his wings out and his chest puffs up. 

“In exchange for my protection, I demand a bride,” he growls in a low, distorted voice. His glowing eyes fall on you, “I need her. Bring her to my castle at sundown.” 

You feel tears brimming in your eyes as you look at him. What could he possibly want from you? Before you can say anything, Dante is gone. It’s decided almost immediately that you’ll be given to the devil for the sake of the village. 

Bit by bit, you’re prepared for the night ahead. Before sundown, you’re bathed in sweet-smelling oils that make your skin silky smooth. Then, you’re given a red lingerie set to wear underneath the soft lace wedding dress. You put on a black cape over it, and then you’re escorted to the castle. You’re scared of what lies ahead of you. You’re trying not to cry when your escort knocks on the door. Before the devil opens up, they leave. 

You’re trembling as you wait for the door to open. Finally, he opens the door. You gasp at the sight of him. His broad form makes you feel even tinier than you already did. 

“I’m so happy you’re here,” he whispers before reaching for your hand. Despite the callouses, he’s gentle as he guides you inside. 

You swallow hard, “Y-you are?” 

“Of course, princess.” 

Your heart flutters at his sweet nickname. The castle is cold and dark. Does he expect you to live here with him? He guides you upstairs to the bedroom, and you’re surprised at the stark difference between this room and the rest of the castle. Little did you know, Dante had spent the day carefully preparing for your arrival. 

A warm fire steadily burns in the fireplace, and there’s a nice nest of blankets and pillows laid out. There’s a bottle of wine chilling and two glasses. You’re still taking it all in when he begins removing your cape and lays it down on a nearby chair. His cock twitches when he sees that pretty dress hugging your curves. His large hands cup your waist before pulling you closer. The purr that rumbles through his throat sends shivers down your spine. He leans in closer and takes in a deep breath. Your scent fills him with need. He can’t believe you’re really here in his arms. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he mutters softly. “I can’t believe you wore this just for me.” 

“I thought you’d want it because I’m your bride.” 

“I love it,” he kisses your cheek softly. “Come here, sweetheart.” 

He wraps his arm around your waist to lead you to the nest he put together for you. He sits down in the pile of pillows, and you try to sit with a little distance between you. Dante won’t have that at all. Now that you’re here with him, he needs to have you close. He pulls you in closer. 

“I won’t hurt you,” he purrs softly before kissing your cheek again. “I am at your mercy.” 

Your heart pounds at his words. It doesn’t exactly make sense to you after the display he put on this morning. The devil who showed up in the village square bears little resemblance to the gentle man you’re with now. He keeps pulling you closer until you’re perched on his lap. He feels absolutely intoxicated just from the smell of you. 

“You’re at my mercy?” you ask. 

“Yes,” his nose drags along the curve of your jawline before he places a soft kiss on your neck. “I need you. I’ve thought about this moment, having you here with me like this, for so long.” 

“Oh, Dante,” you relax in his arms. “I knew you weren’t cruel.” 

“I could never hurt you.” 

He cups your cheek gently and pulls you in for a soft kiss. You moan softly when his tongue drags against your bottom lip. It takes you a moment to realize he wants you to open your mouth, but finally, you catch on. You part your lips and his warm tongue pushes between them. Fireworks erupt in your stomach when his tongue gently rubs against yours. This feeling growing inside of you makes you squirm on his lap in an attempt to get some friction against your clothed cunt. Dante easily picks up on your eagerness, and he takes it as a cue to lay you down. Your fingers tangle in his soft hair as the two of you keep making out. You feel yourself becoming weaker and weaker to his tender affections. 

“Let me take this off,” he says quietly as he reaches around your back to unzip the dress carefully. He almost had it pulled down your shoulders when you grab it in an attempt to stop him. 

“W-wait,” you stutter. “I can’t-” 

For the first time, Dante looks angry. He sits up on his knees, and his large hand cups your cheek to force you to look at him again. There’s a fire burning in his eyes, “Aren’t you mine?” 

“Of course,” your bottom lip trembles slightly. “I’ve just never done this before. I’m scared, Dante.” 

His face relaxes as he leans down to kiss you once more. His kiss this time is gentle. Your noses rub against each other when he pulls away. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” his cock twitches in his pants. “That’s perfect. I’ll make you feel really good, yeah?” 

“Promise?” 

“I swear,” he kisses you again and again. “This is perfect, you’re perfect. All for me.” 

His eyes are soft with affection as he gently moves your hands so he can proceed with removing your wedding dress. A soft growl rumbles through his chest when he sees the pretty red lace lingerie you wore for him. His fingers trace the delicate patterns on your mound, and he doesn’t miss the dampness towards your core. The scent makes his head spin. 

“You have to trust me, sweetheart,” he tells you. “I need to hear you say it.” 

You swallow hard around the lump in your throat, “I trust you.” 

“Good girl. So good.” 

He kisses you softly before letting his lips trail along your jawline then down to your neck. His hands carefully knead and caress your hips, your thighs, and then finally your tits. The lace bra only seems to annoy him. He grunts before working to remove it, careful not to be too aggressive with you. Despite his earlier antics in the village, he doesn’t want you to be afraid. He knows he can win you over. It is hard to keep his devilish nature at bay when you smell and feel so wonderful, but he’ll fight as hard as he can. 

“So beautiful,” he mutters against your skin. His lips trail over the soft swell of your breasts as he kneads them. Your skin feels flushed as the arousal grows. Your fight to hold back your noises fails when his warm, wet mouth circles around your perked nipple. He swirls his tongue around the pink bud before sucking on it. He traces the shape of your areola before moving to give the other nipple the same treatment. 

You’re soaked and needy by the time he slots himself between your thighs. He removes your panties slowly, letting the tips of his fingers trail along your legs before tossing them aside. Your little pussy is exposed to him, and he can think of nothing else now. He lays on his stomach between your legs, spreading them when your shyness causes you to pull your thighs together. As soon as you’re wide open for him, your hand protects your modesty. Dante growls. 

“Don’t hide from me, sweetheart. I can’t make you feel good if you keep hiding,” he coaxes your hand away. “You said you trust me, remember?” 

“You don’t think it’s ugly?” you ask shyly, reliving the insecurity you’ve held since you were in your adolescence. 

“It’s beautiful,” he assures you before leaning down to place a kiss on your mound. “So beautiful.” 

Instinct takes over. He can’t take things slow when your soaking pussy is right there. He drags his tongue between your folds and he swears he’s never tasted anything sweeter than your arousal. It’s like the sweetest wine, warming him up and making his head spin. You cry out when he sucks on your swollen clit, and it’s just music to his ears. His grip on your thighs tightens as he holds them open, and Dante devours you. He laps eagerly like he’s starved, because he is. Ever since the first moment he laid his eyes on you, he’s been craving you. His small collection of items that held your scent were nothing compared to your taste and smell taking over his senses. He hardly notices you’re going to cum until you’re tugging on his hair. That white hot pleasure rips through your very being and your back arches against the floor. His name falls from your lips more desperately than any prayer you’ve ever said kneeling in front of his castle door. Your first taste of pleasure makes you ravenous for more. 

“Please,” you whine. “Please, please more.” 

Dante pulls away from your slick and smiles at you. Your juices dripping off his chin and the wild look in his eye makes him look every bit the devil he claims to be. 

“I’ll give you more, princess. So much more,” he promises. 

He gets up on his knees and eagerly tugs his clothes off. A small gasp leaves him when he feels your soft hands on his skin for the first time, trailing down his chiseled abdomen to reach for the buckle of his belt. If he’d known that just one taste of pleasure was all it would take to make you so weak for him, he would’ve gone down on you so much sooner. All of the talk when you arrived would’ve been skipped, and he would’ve been on his knees for you as soon as you walked through the door. Now, he knows and he’ll use this to his advantage. 

“Oh!” you gasp when you open his pants and his cock springs free. It’s bigger than you’d ever expected. The swollen, red tip leaks a luminescent fluid. Dante doesn’t have the strength to slow down to explain to you that being a devil means some things about him are different. No, he decides he’ll answer all of your questions later. Now he needs you. 

He pushes you back against the pillows and guides his cock to your hole. He’s already panting by the time the tip slips inside. Your hot, wet walls are squeezing around him. He pushes in a little more. At the same time he feels resistance, you whimper pitifully and press your hands against his stomach. 

“It hurts,” you whine. 

He goes still before leaning down to kiss you soothingly, “I know, baby. I know. Just a little more, okay?” 

“Dante,” you look up at him with tears stinging your eyes, “Is it gonna hurt the whole time?” 

“No, baby. I promise,” he kisses you again and starts rubbing your clit. “You need to relax for me. Please, baby.” 

You nod weakly, “I’ll try.” 

“You gotta,” he mutters. “Be a good girl for me.” 

“I promise.” 

Dante begins shallowly thrusting his hips again. Once your whines turn to soft moans, he pushes more of his length inside. You feel so full and stretched, but this warmth spreads over you. He keeps pushing until he bottomed out. He grunts and just feeling every inch of his cock squeezed by your walls makes his nerves light up with need. He holds you tight as he picks up a frantic pace. He’s trying his best not to go too hard, but fuck it’s nearly impossible with how good you feel. 

“Fuck,” he growls and nuzzles his face against your neck. “You feel so fucking good.” 

He struggles more and more with controlling his pace, and soon he loses the fight. His hips snap desperately as he clings to you. You feel overwhelmed with emotion and this new sensation taking over. Tears roll down your cheeks. One hand cradles his head and the other rests on his hip. 

“Dante, please,” you sniffle. “Please, slow down.” 

“I can’t,” he groans. “Need you so bad.” 

He lifts his head so he can look at you. The sight of your wide, teary eyes just makes him feel even more feral. He pulls you along with him as he sits up on his knees. Before you have a chance to say anything, his hands are on your hips guiding you to bounce on his cock in time with the snapping of his hips. You don’t even realize the only thing holding you up is him. Your knees barely even touch the ground. You feel something tightening inside of you like you’re going to explode. 

“Dante, it feels funny.” 

“Let go for me,” he pleads. “You’re gonna cum, baby. Don’t be scared, just cum on my cock please.” 

Your fingers dig into his shoulder blades as fireworks erupt in your belly. You cry out his name and your juices soak him as you ride out your high. With just a few more deep thrusts, Dante is right behind you. This warmth fills you up and he’s trembling. This is more than he’d ever hoped for. You truly are a dream come true for him. 

Once you've ridden out your highs, he gently lays you back down. Your face is flushed, and your eyes are dazed when they meet his. He’s scared now that you’ll hate him. Maybe you’ll feel disgusted about being bonded to a devil. He waits for the rejection. Instead, your hands reach out for him. 

“Hold me, please,” you whine. 

His heart erupts with affection. He can’t even think of the words to say to describe how happy he is right now. He lays beside you, and pulls you in so close. Soft kisses are peppered all over your face, making you giggle. It’s the most beautiful sound. 

“I love you,” Dante says before he even comprehends the words. 

“I love you too,” you confess quietly. “I’ve loved you since the night you saved me, and it was the strangest thing.” 

“I’ll take care of you, baby,” he says quietly. “Forever.” 

“Forever,” you repeat quietly and sink into his embrace.

[thedivineimagecomic]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄 - 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎

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Oh I've seen this one before.

[actuallysaiyan]

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Here is the masterlist for Kinktober 2023!

Werewolves(Karl Heisenberg- Resident Evil Village)

Hair Pulling(Kyojuro Rengoku- Demon Slayer/Kimetsu No Yaiba)

Double Penetration(Hidan and Kakuzu- Naruto Shippuden)

Mirror Kink(Agedup!Denji- Chainsaw Man)

Threesomes(Jiraiya and Orochimaru- Naruto/Naruto Shippuden)

Monster Fucking(Prince Sidon- Legend of Zelda: Breath of The Wild)

Face Fucking(Ryomen Sukuna and Agedup!Yuji Itadori- Jujutsu Kaisen)

Lingerie(Sebastian and Sam- Stardew Valley)

Somnophilia(Legendary Dark Knight Sparda- Devil May Cry)

Overstimulation(Gyutaro Shabana- Demon Slayer/Kimetsu No Yaiba)

Sex Slave(Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto- Jujutsu Kaisen)

Bondage(ANBU!Kakashi Hatake and ANBU!Yamato Tenzo- Naruto/Naruto Shippuden)

Blindfolds(Alucard Tepes- Castlevania)

Body Mods(Aki Hayakawa- Chainsaw Man)

Striptease(Alex- Stardew Valley)

Creampies(Naruto Uzumaki- Naruto/Naruto Shippuden/Boruto)

Spanking/Exhibitionism(Jason Todd/Dick Grayson- Batman)

Role play(Reno Sinclair- Final Fantasy 7)

Cockwarming(Professor!Son Gohan- Dragon Ball Z/Dragon Ball Super)

Corruption(Zack Fair- Final Fantasy 7/Crisis Core)

Squirting(Shikamaru Nara- Naruto/Naruto Shippuden/Boruto)

Intoxication(Dante- Devil May Cry)

Uniforms(Tengen Uzui- Demon Slayer/Kimetsu No Yaiba)

Dub-con(Ganondorf and Link-The Legend Of Zelda)

Vibrators(Toji Fushiguro- Jujutsu Kaisen)

Aphrodisiac(Agedup!Tatewaki Kuno- Ranma 1/2)

Orgasm Denial(Agedup!Ranma Saotome- Ranma 1/2)

Dirty Talk(V- Devil May Cry)

Breeding and Daddy(Kento Nanami- Jujutsu Kaisen)

Praise(Son Goku- Dragon Ball/Dragon Ball Z/Dragon Ball Super)

Face sitting(Vegeta- Dragon Ball Z/Dragon Ball Super)

[dmc-questions-anon]

What effect do you think the legend of Sparda had on the horror genre in the DMC universe? Like, even if it just faded to a legend/children's story by the time Dante and Vergil were born, even legends and children's stories have an effect on culture, and horror as a genre. Makes me wonder if the Legend of the Dark Knight Sparda is like the story/character of Dracula, or something. (I wonder if people swoon over Sparda like they do Dracula/tragic, good monsters? Or "monsters"- think like the way Guillermo del Toro does monsters.)

There's also a movie poster in the subway/train station(?) of DMC5 that depicts a knight kneeling in front of a woman (princess?) in a white dress. I never was sure if that was supposed to be a reference to something that came out when DMC5 did, or if it was a call back to DMC4 (maybe to Nero and Kyrie? And awww, he's her dark Knight, that's so sweet!), or if it was just something that they'd have in-universe, so that kinda made me wonder about this.

Thanks for the ask!

In the DMC 2 Novel Beryl mentions having seen Sparda in picture books as a child, so his tale was made into picture books at least.

The idea that they made plays and movies and books about him is so funny to me and probably true. I'm just imagining somebody dragging Dante out to see a movie about his dad in theaters.

Imagine if they made tv shows about him too. Perhaps even video games, and maybe even board games.

Imagine they made stories where Sparda had children or something, not knowing he in fact did, probably not even knowing he was real.

I have never thought about all this and now I am and I thank you for that.

[icycoldninja]

Hey, it's me, I was missing your writing, I live for your Sparda content and wanted to ask if you will write for Sparda... I loved Nevan...and was hoping to ask if you will write for Sparda...

We all know Nevan has a history with Sparda, as Sparda lived more than 2000 years, it must be as his lover or his mistress in the human or demon world...

So anything on how they met, their dynamic or anything...ofc if you choose to write..

Thanks so much, it makes me so happy to hear that! Normally I wouldn't write anything other than X Reader but I'm gonna make an exception. Hope you enjoy! 💜

Sparda x Nevan headcannons

-Sparda met Nevan in the demon world, naturally, as she returned from her succubi-related activities.

-Sparda never really thought much of the demon woman at first; he simply regarded her as another creature lower than him.

-Then he ran into her again, and again, and again, and again, almost as if fate had intended for them to meet.

-After much internal debate, Sparda decided to speak to this creature, perhaps to learn more about her.

-He soon discovered Nevan was seductive in more ways that just her body. Everything about her was flirtatious and interesting; every move she made kept Sparda guessing.

-He became drawn to her, infatuated even. Sparta wanted nothing more than to spend as much time as he could learning everything ne could about her.

-Knowing Nevan and her tricks, it was no surprise that their relationship soon escalated into passionate romance.

-Their love for one another, unfortunately, had to be kept secret. No one else could know of their feelings for each other, no matter what realm they came from. Nevan leveraged her succubus powers and appeared in Sparda's room at night whenever she wanted to visit, and Sparda would have her summoned to his domain for "urgent matters" whenever he wanted a taste of his favorite demon.

-Sparda also showered her with gifts and even gave her a well-respected position as the gate guardian of the Temen-ni-gru when he sealed it away.

-Nevan continued to be Sparda's favorite demon even after Eva became his favorite human. There was never a rule saying Sparda, the Legendary Dark Knight, couldn't have one woman of each species.

-After Sparda disappeared for good, Nevan was heartbroken. The only man she'd ever truly loved was gone forever, and there would be no way to truly replace him, even though his young son bore quite the resemblance.

-Nevan eventually decided to honor her love's memory by continuing her duties as Temen-ni-gru's guard, and later, after her demise, as a weapon serving Sparda's rambunctious child, Dante.

[ultimateanna]

Devil May Cry - The legendary priestess whom Sparda had slain to seal the Temen-ni-gru

[grinkubus]

I'm guessing that neither Trish or Patty get swapped in your DMC Swap AU?

Patty does get swapped with Morrison! Which means that patty will be the one that brings Vergil jobs and so on, while Morrisson is a kid that vergil looked after for a while.

Trish is a bit more tricky, since she doesn't really exist in this au? Eva and Sparda are swapped here aswell. In this au, Sparda (his human name is Anthony) is the human dad of the twins and the one who got killed by demons at the main event. Eva on the other hand is the legendary dark knight Sparda ( her demonic name is Sparda, but she chose the name Eva on earth).

I'm not too sure about Mundus yet, but I think he stays the same since his main appearance is crucial for the rest of the timeline. Aaaand since Anthony was very close with the twins, Mundus creates a clone after his image and sends him out to get Vergil in dmc1!

[yourfavslanterncorp]

Nero from Devil May Cry

A lot of Holy Knights recently. Nero was raised by The Order of the Sword, a religious group that worships the demon Sparda for slaying the Prince of Darkness two thousand years ago. He is made to defect when he discovered a conspiracy to take over the world, fighting alongside Dante to stop them. It takes serious commitment to go against the people who raised you, even if you know they're in the wrong. I was hoping I wouldn't upset his outfit, but oh well.

Nero from the Devil May Cry series is a Green Lantern.