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Mating Season

get bred, loser

pairing: dante x reader (female anatomy, gn pronouns)

wc: 2.2k

warnings: NSFW - breeding kink, monster-fucking, blood/blood play

author’s note: i’ve been meaning to write this for so long but unfortunately i am a depressed adult with a full time job, and finding time/energy to write is difficult :’) sorry if this isn’t up to standards or there’re mistakes. enjoy, smooches.

links: ao3

Twelve missed calls, six voicemails, and twenty-three texts from Dante is what you’re greeted with upon waking up - and it’s barely noon. Scrolling through the texts, you’re met with the ramblings of a madman, pleading for you to come over, to see him, to cancel your plans for the day. With a quick shower and change of clothes, you oblige in his wanton demands and head over to the loft.

You only manage a single knock before the door swings open and Dante is dragging you inside by the sleeve of your sweater.

“Dante! The hell has gotten into-“

”No time. Don’t ask.”

He pulls you straight into his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. Throwing you over his shoulder, he launches you onto the bed with a ‘thump’, your smaller form springing on the mattress. Dante reels over you, snatching your coat off and ducking his head into the curve of your neck with a deep inhale, nose sniffing your skin like a damn bloodhound.

”You showered,” he mopes, teeth pulling at the fragile skin of your throat. You squirm under the weight of him, hands pushing at his chest to levitate some of the burden.

”Yeah, so what?’

“You weren’t supposed to - I said not to. Did you even read my texts?”

”Dante, you’re being ridiculous. Do you even hear yourself?” You lift your head up to look at him, pushing him off of you. Dante makes a sad whine, a demeaning sound coming from the devil hunter. His messy locks flop down in front of his face and he lets out a long sigh, hands pawing at the fabric of your pants.

”I’m sorry, babe. God, you don’t have any idea how hard this has been without you,” he mumbles sheepishly, eyes fixated on the faint red mark he left on your neck. His hands trembled against your legs, clearly trying to hold himself back in order to have a coherent conversation with you. “I thought I could handle this alone, but I keep thinking about last week…how warm you felt, like that pretty little hole was made just for me,” he interrupts himself with a groan, hunching over as if in pain. You reach a hand up and push back the already sweaty strands to see his face, feeling his fevered skin brush your fingertips.

”Why didn’t you call me over sooner? You know I would’ve came,” you murmur, observing his needy state with a bit of concern.

”Didn’t wanna be a bother. I thought I could handle it on my own, y’know? I always have, but with you in the picture now-“ He lurches toward your hand on him, nuzzling into it with a choked breath. “Please…please, just-….just let me-“

You pet his cheek as you think over the proposition, mouth pursed. You finally agree with a small nod, pulling your hand away.

“Is it safe?”

”I won’t hurt you. I would never,” Dante reaches for your wrists, thumbs rubbing at the pulse points. He stares at you with his best ‘puppy-dog’ look, a pout on his lips. “I’ll be good, I promise. God, please, just let me fuck you - you got a man begging here.”

You chuckle and shake your head, pulling him back to you with a mumbled ‘c’mere’. Dante wastes no time latching himself back onto you, pulling your shirt off and biting down on your shoulder with a chesty groan. His hands work at your pants as he marks up your skin, the bites hard but nothing compared to the ones you’ll receive soon enough from his fangs. Clothes gone, you writhe under him and he sits up and sheds his own clothes, sparks of red already flitting off of his skin. Blue eyes morph red and he squeezes your thigh reassuringly, throwing you a shaky smile.

”You remember the safe-word, sweetheart?”

”Ciabatta.”

“Right.”

With a quick peck to your forehead, Dante rolls out his shoulders, cracking a few joints in his spine and neck. Warm, amber light coats his bedroom and Dante’s body morphs into his devil trigger, his nine-foot form casting a daunting shadow over your bare skin. Your breathing quickens at the sight - you’ve seen his DT before, but never like this, never between your legs and teeth glistening in your direction. Sensing your fear, Dante runs a knuckle over your cheek, mindful of his claws. A low, rustling rumble echoes from his vocal chords, bending down to meet his ghastly face to yours.

”It’s still me…” he breathes out, voice altered but still holding his signature lilt. Wings cocoon your body, cradling your form as he lifts you up to dangle in front of his chest. The heat of the flames rippling over his scales threaten to scorch your delicate flesh, the heat making your sweat glands break open and perspire. Dante’s mouth opens and an orange tongue lined with bumps and grooves laps a line across your own chest, taking in the decadent taste of you. Despite your trepidations, you can’t hold in the moan that drops from your mouth, eyes fluttering closed. Transparent, tangerine saliva drips down your abdomen as his tongue roams around, stimulating nerves from your throat to your navel, bumps dragging across smooth skin.

“My mate…Mine, mine,” Dante growls out, clawed fingers pinching at your thighs as he pushes your knees to your chest, wings supporting your weight from behind and below.

”Dante, c-careful, Jesus,” you whimper out, laser-focused on his claws dangerously close to shredding your skin open. All you get in response is another resonant growl, steam pillowing off his breath. Before you can warn him again, the sandpaper tongue swipes at your hole, making you shudder and go limp against his wings, forgetting your train of thought. One thing about Dante was that on the surface, he came off as reckless, impulsive - but it couldn’t be further from the truth. He had backup plans for his backup plans, and thought out every little thing. As much as your body was sounding off alarms to scramble away from the devil, he was taking the time necessary to warm you up before indulging himself - a preliminary ‘thank you’ for being a willing victim. You look up at Dante’s face, or what used to be his face, and lock eyes with the fiery orbs glaring down at you. It was hard to tell, but you could swear that little shit was smiling down at you, knowing you’ve put two and two together. A bass of laughter shakes his form, leaning forward to bump his forehead to yours as carefully as possible.

”Told you. No harm.”

You let out a shaky breath at his smartass remark, but it’s futile to steady your breathing. Dante’s tongue pushes into your hole, pointed and flexed as it slides between your inner walls. The feeling is indescribable, and for lack of a better word: devilish. Your juices coat the length of his tongue as it assaults you repeatedly, twisting in and out while talons keep you folded upright against your squirming. Heat floods your core as your release builds upon itself, gasps and symphonic moans invading the quiet room.

Dante can’t hold his instincts back when the taste and smell of your essence is practically reducing every cell in his body into a lust-driven beast. Ejecting his tongue, his wings cradle you down to the bed, knees kissing your ears in a mating press. Your thighs quake against his scaled palms, missing the fullness of his tongue. You open your mouth to ask what he’s doing, but the words jumble into a whine of pain as his head propels to take a bite at your shoulder. Fangs puncture skin and the devil seems to purr as the crimson nectar dribbles from the bite and into his mouth. The receptors in his brain are screaming at him to bite down again and again and again til you’re a battered, bloody mess - every centimeter of flesh peeled back and consumed in the most carnal way.

Thankfully, the human conscious in him refrains and with another nibble to your neck, he withdraws and centers himself with the pulsating warmth beckoning him in. He doesn’t need to check how wet you are - he can smell it, the pheromones rippling off your sex in waves that rivaled a tsunami. A bulbed shaft stretches into your slick and your head shoots up with a scratchy yelp, pain radiating to your hips. A huff of steam leaves the devil’s nostrils, halting to save you more pain despite his needs. Dante watches your fingers go white against the bedsheets, hanging on for dear life, and you can see his wings wilt at the realization he’s letting his devil instincts get the best of him. A clawed hand grips both of small ankles to hold you in place, the other letting go to scoop up one of your hands. Scales run over the skin gingerly, your fingers curling around his thumb for security.

“Deep breaths, baby. Big, deep breaths for me,” he hums out, the mechanic whirring of his vocal chords carrying his voice past your panicked thoughts. You obey, chest rising and falling as your blurred eyes trace the flame spitting from the top of his head. Dante can feel your walls unclench around him and he takes it as a sign to keep going. It’s a slow and painful process, but inch after inch, he manages to squeeze about half of himself in before hitting your cervix.

‘Damn human anatomy,’ Dante curses internally, but makes peace with the complication, thankful enough that you're taking it like a champ. After a moment of stillness, ensuring you’re okay, he starts to move. Armored hips lurch in and out of your tight hole, hushed growls filling your ears. All you can do is lay there, pliant and accepting. Your hold on his finger tightens as your body rocks around with the thrust of his unnatural cock, his name the only coherent word you can manage while he jabs at your g-spot continuously. Dante’s teeth find their way back to your flesh, leaving bloody constellations along your legs. So consumed by the fullness of his girth, you don’t notice the ruby fluid dripping down your limbs from the bites, barely registering his tongue greedily licking you clean. Bursts of white spot your vision, core muscles tightening as your orgasm tears through you and a scream of pleasure brings tears to your eyes.

“Mine…Mine to fuck, mine to…to take…gonna look so good when you’re full of my cum…” Dante snarls against your skin, pounding his cock into the wall of your cervix with ferocity. He can’t take it anymore - he needs to come, he needs to watch it drip out of you precious cunt. Securing his hand around your ankle, Dante runts himself into your hole, gusts of wind sending goosebumps down your frame as his wings flap behind him with excitement. With a bellowing roar from him, you can feel the powerful deluge of seed swarm your body, gushing out and down your center. You feel like you’ve been hit by a semi-truck, limbs trembling and aching as you lay lifeless under him, gasping for air.

A glare of red light makes you wince, eyes straining against the light to see Dante devolve to his human form, dripping so much sweat it’s like he jumped in a pool. Dropping your ankles, he pushes himself between your legs and plants a sloppy, loving kiss on your mouth, hands threading in your hair. You kiss back weakly, shaky hands holding onto his arms. Pulling his head back, he examines you for any serious injuries, eyes conveying a battle of concern and satisfaction.

“You okay? Hurt? Was it too much? God, sorry- sorry, I-“

“Dante, I’m fine,” you let out a wavering chuckle, sitting up slightly. “That was…incredible. You were incredible.”

Dante meets your eyes again with a surprised laugh, in disbelief you’re praising him in a state like this. His fingers trail down to the bites along the outside of your thighs, vaguely recalling how your skin felt between his fangs in his primal craze. He remains plugged inside you, the intimate mixture of releases leaking between your bodies.

“Look at you…” Dante traces along a more gnarly mark in admiration, blood trickling over his finger. “How’d I get so damn lucky, huh?”

He brings his fingers to his lips and sucks off the blood, that all-too-familiar teasing gleam in his eyes as they lock on yours. A throaty moan leaves him as he swallows, fingers falling away with a string of spit. The scene goes straight down to your heat, walls closing around on him with need. Sitting all the way up, you grab his hand and playfully nip at his wrist, dilated eyes devoted to memorizing him in this moment.

“Can we go again?”

“Again?” Dante laughs, raising both eyebrows at you. “Honey, I don’t think th-“

“Please,” you pout at him, kissing along his hand til you can slip two of his fingers between your lips. Dante’s jaw goes slack, a heady breath fanning over your face as his cock twitches inside you from your plea. With a hard swallow, he nods, free hand cupping your face.

“Fiiiiine,” he sighs out, putting on a show of dramatics before a smile tugs at his lips. “Flip over for me, princess.”

#dante sparda x reader #devil may cry #fic recs #😩😩😩

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undeadcannibal · 5 months ago

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do you have any other trans ghost thoughts…

absolute asshole of a man. head pusher. gets off on making you squirt and cry. king of overstim. makes you tell him how much better he is than the "losers" you used to fuck. major trans superiority kink on this one. did his own top surgery (jk but those scars are roughed up from all the other scars). makes you take the biggest dildo he can buy because it's "gotta be proportional" to his 6'6" ass.

biggest man you've ever met, trans or cis.

invites Johnny over to play just to hear you beg for a "real cock" while the poor sergeant is balls deep in you.

#absolutely OBSESSED with these headcanons

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undeadcannibal · 5 months ago

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there's a trend on tiktok where a woman makes dinner and gives herself barely any compared to her partner and says "that's all we had left" when they notice it to get the partner's reaction. i would love to see how you think the members of the 141 would react to the reader doing this (or something similar) 🤭 if this is too specific or just not your thing feel free to ignore it! love your writing though :)

Summary: 141 Guys reactions to you giving yourself a smaller amount of food as a prank.

Genre: drabble, request(s)

Warnings: none

Word count: 950

A/N: Thank you for the request, Anon! I hope you - and the readers - enjoy! ( Gif credit: xxx )

Price

Oh, do not even play with this man when it comes to keeping his partner happy and fed.

He's always excited for whatever dinner you've decided to make, thankful for anything.

John's ready to thank you for the meal and dig in when he notices your plate once you sit down.

His gaze flits back and forth from your plate to his, immediately catching onto the portion difference between the two of you. His plate is well covered with generous portions of food, and yours? Such a pitiful amount, you'd think it was fit for a bird to peck at.

"It was all we had left." You explain as you grab your utensils to start your meal when John immediately reaches over and grabs yours. Placing down to replace his dish as he swaps it out for his own. Ensuring you had the bigger portion.

"John--" Wordlessly, he takes what he can; eating, chewing, then swallowing and smiling as if nothing was wrong.

"Delicious as always, hun."

You can't even argue with him as he silences you with a lift of his finger. "Don't even think of squabblin' with me over it."

Soap

Johnny adored a heaping portion of home cooked food made with love.

It reminded him of simpler times, soothed his soul in a way he couldn't quite describe with words.

Your food was unlike anything he'd had before, how could he refuse such an opportunity as eating a meal you made specifically for him?

While he was talking your ear off about anything that sprung to mind, he was happy to see you strolling over with plates of scrumptious food. His mouth was already watering at the scent wafting his way. He was rubbing his hands together in anticipation of savoring every bite, he paused.

His plate was stacked quite generously - that was normal - but yours lacked much less than his. To the point he was sure he was making a concerned expression on his face, your head tilting ever so slightly at his confusion.

"We didn't have much left after I fixed your plate. It's okay!" You tried reassuring him.

Despite your attempts to fight off his hand sneaking its way over towards your plate, he softly huffed at you. His fingers managed to get a tight grip on your plate.

"Lass... Don't you dare."

You crossed your arms at your chest. "Oh? Dare, what? I'm just being a good host!" You defended.

Johnny merely shook his head, distracting you as he shifted your plate over to his side, then pushing his over to yours.

"I'll be damned if you think you're gettin' away with eatin' less than me."

Ghost

Simon would never turn down your offer of a home cooked meal.

So, when you're bringing over the plates so the two of you can eat a meal together, he's catching on right away. Noticing the way one hand looks like it's weighed down more than the other.

Not long after you set the plates down, Simon's glaring at you, not daring to look away until you explain yourself.

"What?" You ask before you take a sip of your beverage, matching his gaze and not backing down. "I wanted to make sure you were fed well and didn't have much left, so I just gave myself the smaller portion. Is there a problem?"

"Absolutely." He answered.

He doesn't even bother with your feeble attempts at arguing, insisting that he keeps the well-filled plate to himself. He doesn't give a single shit as reaching over, easily overwhelming your own grip as he takes it from you. Shoving the heavier plate towards you.

Ignoring you in favor of blinking silently, Simon merely shrugs, and then begins to eat the small amount he'd taken over what he was given. Thankful for anything that wasn't the scraps they gave him, or what he was used to before. Careless of how much he got.

He'd survived on much less.

"Quit your squawkin', bird. Eat your food or I'll have to feed ya' m'self."

Gaz

It's a rare occasion that Kyle allows you to serve him rather than the other way around.

He can't complain about the opportunity to get a good meal and relax for a while though.

As he's sitting at the table, telling you tales of what him and the rest of the squad have been through - at least what he's able to - he's watching as you finish. Turning his back just as you begin to plate everything.

He's taking a drink of his water right when you arrive, hands filled with each of your plates as you place his in front of him and yours down at your side.

He nearly chokes on his water once he notices just how much you gave him... and how little you gave yourself.

After he swallows the water that nearly asphyxiated him, he clears his throat, smiling softly at you.

"Love?"

"Yes?" You reply, doing your best to stop the smile that threatened to break out on your face.

"What's with... this?" He asked, referencing the portions on the plates with a back and forth gesture of his hand.

"Oh, after I made your plate, I didn't have much left so I just gave myself what we did have. Don't sweat it!" You insisted, waving him off.

"Oh. Okay..." Kyle replied. After a moment of silence, he looked at you, asking if you'd refill his glass - to which he knew you'd expect - and once you'd turn away, he's quick to switch the plates. Happily settling for the tiny portion so you'd be well fed.

"Kyle!" You groan.

"Oh, hush. Did you really think I'd let you get away with that?" He explains with a cheeky grin on his face.

#tf 141 x reader #cod x reader #simon riley x reader #soap x reader #john price x reader #gaz x reader #call of duty x reader #requests #my writing

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undeadcannibal · 5 months ago

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Gangbang with phillip and the shadows (x Reader obv) THANK U

Summary: Graves & his Shadows gangbang their favorite obedient soldier.

Genre: drabble, PWP, request(s) Characters featured: Phillip Graves, The Shadows, Reader

Warnings: smut

Word count: 633

A/N: I've had this in my inbox for so long... I decided to leave it at this for now just so I can get back into writing and have something posted T-T Hopefully you enjoy, Anon, and thank you for the req! ( Gif credit: xxx )

"Aw, what's the matter?" Graves questioned, his tone light and mocking. "I thought you said you could roll with the big boys? Don't tell me you're tapping out so soon…"

Phillip was currently kneeling in front of you as he watched one of his Shadows use your mouth like a sex toy. Fucking it with little regard to your gagging or the tears sliding down your cheeks. Doing exactly as he was ordered to and fucking you for all you were worth.

Glancing up at the Shadow member using your mouth - whose call sign you'd yet to learn - you realized that you didn't even know what they looked like beneath their gear. Well, aside from their skin color anyway. His pale and flushed member continuously slipping in and out of your mouth. Threatening to slip the tip past the opening of your throat with every deep, forward thrust of his hips. The rest of him was covered from head to toe in black tactical gear. After Graves had ordered him to use you, he'd simply slipped himself out past the opened zipper of his pants before getting to work.

It seemed like the group of Shadows was like Graves' personal pack of trained attack dogs, always at the ready to do whatever they were commanded to. Whatever he barked at them, they did without question. You could imagine that if he'd asked them all to jump for him they would have done so without any question as to how high before going to it.

Just as you nearly became lost in your own thoughts, the soldier using your mouth could be heard grunting. You could feel his member twitching within your mouth as his pace began to falter. Another series of twitches - and a low curse from above - were the only warnings you received before you felt him cumming into your mouth. Causing you to sputter and gag as you found yourself suddenly forced to swallow down his load as he rode out his orgasm. Shallowly thrusting inside the hot, wet confines of it to ensure you took every drop. Finally sighing and pulling out abruptly once he was finished, a thick string of combined fluids connecting your lips to the tip of his softening cock was left behind before your tongue greedily swiped it away.

"Good, good…" Graves praised.

"Yeah," The masked soldier added in. "Can't tell you how much I needed that. Here--" Rummaging around for something hidden inside one of his many pockets, he pulls out a clean rag before crouching down in front of you. Offering the cloth to you with a nod of his head. "Allow me."

Far gentler than how he'd fucked your mouth, the helmeted soldier gently cleaned up your face. Making sure to be careful as he went about clearing your smeared makeup and bits of dribble leftover. Once he was done, he stood up and tucked the cloth back into a pocket. Turning towards his Commander, nodding his head in his direction.

Phillip wanted to roll his eyes at the sight of his Shadow cleaning you up, but didn't voice any complaints. Instead, after he was done and nodding for him to carry on, Phillip glanced over at the rest of the Shadows surrounding you. Each of them had watched the scene with hungry gazes and swelling hard ons but also knew better than to try and take charge. Their Commander had mentioned this was a special occasion - "a gift for good behavior" if you will - and as such, they weren't to do anything he didn't allow for them to. And, should you not want to do anything further, everything was to stop immediately. Still, neither of you had mentioned any of your safe words for the time being, so the show must go on. . .

#call of duty x reader #cod x reader #phillip graves x reader #shadow force x reader #requests #opened mail #my writing

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