currently thinking about dante sparda who’s a feminist, 6’3, built—and oh, did i mention feminist?
“say, dante, what’s your opinion on men’s rights ?”
“irrelevant.”
dante doesn’t miss the slight pause you make before continuing to stir your drink. he sits in the booth across from you, enzo munching on fries opposite him as he sneaks a sip of his sundae.
“yer joking !” enzo says between belches. “something wrong with ya kiddo ? what do you mean men’s rights are irrelevant ?!”
but dante isn’t listening. he’s more concerned about the gap between your lips & coffee cup, the way you tilt it slightly above your mouth so as to not stain the glass with your gloss. your lips tug into a pout when you find the rim stained in coke pink regardless. you pull out a napkin & wipe it with a frown. cute.
“well, as a six three, employed and financially stable male,” dante clears his throat, smug, “i can’t help but turn my focus to more important things. for example, the widening gap between men and women’s wages. and we can’t forget the rising prices of feminine hygiene products, of course.”
enzo wipes his mouth with the back of his sleeve. he doesn’t miss the way dante’s pupils seem to flit over to you every now and then. he clicks his tongue,
“kid, please, y’know she hasn’t even looked at ya, right?”
“she will.”
you continue to scroll through your phone.
but dante takes your silence as intrigue.
“anyways,” dante pauses as if searching for the words, “i just think it’s important to raise awareness—”
“yer raisin’ my freakin’ blood pressure.”
dante shoots him a glare. “i just think that, as a six foot four male, it’s my duty to raise awareness about the issues women face and the obvious gender bias in america’s modern day economy.”
“y’said six three before, kid—wait, what’s yer’ height gotta do with anything ?!”
as if on cue, your teaspoon clatters to the ground, and dante, ever the feminist, is quick to lean down to pick it up—rattling the table and spilling enzo’s fries in the process.
“hey! watch it—“
“your spoon, lady,”
you blink. dante’s taken his time to wipe the spoon clean & present it with a napkin. you hesitate a little before obliging with a murmur, “thanks..?”
“you’re welcome,” he says smoothly, relaxing into the booth seat. “no woman should ever have to bend over in a skirt. i mean—unless she wants to. then it’s her choice. her feminine power.”
“oh !”
enzo chokes on a fry. you stare at dante for a beat too long & he can’t tell if you’re confused or interested, but dante has an ego bigger than his head so he decides upon the latter.
“say, lady, don’t you agree that men should always pay on the first date ?”
you raise a brow. “the first ?”
dante waves his hands. “all, really. i only mention the first because i know some strong, independent women prefer to pay too. i respect that. i respect all women, really.”
“right. and is this your way of offering to pay for my food ?”
dante’s pupils shift to your table. only now does he realize you’ve ordered the most expensive french breakfast on the menu, as well as a drink too milky brown to cost the same as your average cappuccino. his wallet aches heavy in his pocket. “with pleasure ! lemme just get my wallet out…hope i didn’t leave it in the hellcat…”
“huh? wasn’t our uber a toyota?”
dante bares his teeth, ready to strangle enzo when you giggle—
“oh, gosh,” you sniffle, wiping tears, “that’s enough, you two are hilarious.”
clearing your throat, you raise your hand to reveal the diamond settled on your finger. “i’m sure you’re lovely and all, but i’m happily engaged.”
“that’s okay! i support women having multiple streams of happiness—ow !”
dante rubs at his shin as you continue. “that’s nice for you, but i’m fine with my fiancé.” you set some cash on the table and dust your skirt off, standing up to leave. “thank you for the laugh, though, gentlemen.”
you wave them goodbye and make your exit.
“God, i love women.”
“seek help,” enzo mutters, as he sneaks a sip from dante’s drink again.
I SWEAR you have done this idea before, but I can't find it, so I'm assuming I dreamed it up or read it on someone else's blog 😭. But what would the DMC boys reactions be to reader squirting for the first time? I can imagine some would be cocky about it/extremely turned on by it, etc. It would be exciting to see your POV on them. Thank you for your amazing work! 🥰
Nope, never done this idea but I like it! Here you go, hope you enjoy making a mess with our demon hunting boys ;)
You Squirting On The DMC Boys
Dante
Dante is a messy lover. He likes clothes ripped off and thrown around the room; lipstick marks on his neck, abs, chest, hell even smudged over his lips; hair tousled crazily; making out so rough and sloppy that your lips are left glistening and connected by a string of saliva; and he prefers cumming ON you rather than in you.
The first time he makes you orgasm he is going down on you, because, of course, he wants to start this stage of your relationship by servicing you.
You get him in the face, much of the liquid going right into his mouth. There is a pause of shock then he suddenly sits up, now 2 kinds of your liquids dripping down from his grinning lips.
“Holly hell baby, do that again.” He flattens his hand and starts aggressively rubbing your clit, trying to force you into a back-to-back orgasm. He’ll even shove a couple fingers in you if he thinks it will help. “Come on, you can do it, baby girl, give me another, please, I need it.”
He already loved you, but finding out you squirt, he is going to get obsessed.
He loves it. The wet patches you leave on the bedsheets, his clothes, or whatever surface you two are fucking on is hot as hell and often has him getting excited for a round 2.
And even when you two are finished, he likes cuddling up against you and dragging his finger through the mess you made, drawing shapes and letters on you. Sometimes it was just to relax, other times it was to try to get you in the mood for yet another round, and occasionally…
“I…” Dante said as he drew the letter I on your tummy with the remnants of your squirt. “heart… U.”
Dante is a mess and we love him despite (or maybe for) it. I did not initially plan for it to get corny at the end there but I think that is also another reason many of us love him.
Reboot Dante
This man has had so much casual sex with so many people that he is unfazed when you squirt on him, he doesn’t act surprised at all.
He will tease you, call you “dirty” or maybe “slut” affectionately.
“I got you squirting already? Just wait till I have you screaming.”
He has no plan to stop, capturing your lips before you can respond properly, biting them a bit, and keeps pounding into you.
If he sees that you are legitimately embarrassed by it though, he’ll reassure you.
“Don’t worry babe,” Dante says as he wipes his hands off on the sheets below you. “I’ve had a lot worse things come out of people.”
His chill reaction continues all future times you have sex, though he does tease you both inside and outside of the bedroom. The amount of drooling and waterfall jokes you have to cover up and reprimand him for is insurmountable.
“Oof, you really gotta elbow me, babe?” He chuckles. “I guess I deserve it though. As payback, you wanna waterboard me with that cute little pussy of yours later?”
Perverted Reboot Dante has probably been squirted on many times, this man knows his way around watersports. But that also means I don’t have much to write about.
Vergil
When you squirt for the first time around him, Vergil devil triggers. He turns back quickly out of concern that the change in his body would frighten you or cause you pain for your first time together, but the strain of trying to keep his demon side from coming out is so heavy that he can’t finish.
That liquid was seeped in your scent, your pheromones. And you just sprayed it all over him and the bed like perfume.
He has to make an excuse, clean up quickly, and rush out of the room lest he ravages you.
When you are more accustomed to sex with him and he has more self-control he will let loose all of his animalistic lust but not yet, he did not want to hurt you or scare you away.
He will not explain this unless you press him and/or seem really hurt that he ran off after your first time together.
He does much training, both with and without you, and does get himself under control, though he and his sexual preferences are forever changed.
Now he’ll catch your squirt with some piece of his discarded clothing, claiming it is just to stop you from making too big of a mess. And besides, he cleans his clothes after every time you two have sex.
That is all true, but what he doesn’t say is that even after cleaning his clothes, when he wears them his demon senses can still pick up on the scent, on YOUR scent.
I was this fricken’ close to making him a pantie sniffer, I swear to god!
Reboot Vergil
Even though he likes to portray a prim, proper, clean, in-control aura, making a mess of you turned him on like nothing else.
Before he found out that you squirted, he would get his fix by suddenly pulling you somewhere private, pushing you up against a wall, and aggressively kissing and groping you. And just as you are beginning to process what was happening and get into the mood, he would suddenly pull away and remind you that you have things to do. He would then just watch you reeling, and if he was feeling extra cruel, he would drag you back out into the public space he had stolen you from and watch as you try to come to your senses and act natural.
Now he had something better though. Now he would wait until you were done getting all dolled up and ready for going out or to a house party then strike.
While assuring you that you had plenty of time, Vergil would shove his gloved hand down your panties and start playing with you, cranking up the intensity quickly to get you to that powerful release as soon as possible.
He did not need to be touched as he got plenty of satisfaction from seeing you standing there like a fawn trying to keep your balance with liquid dripping from your core and sliding down your legs. He’ll even avoid helping to support your weight so he can watch you struggle. He will help eventually though so he can link arms with you and use that as a shackle.
“Alright dear, it is time for us to welcome our guests/head out. What’s that? Oh, unfortunately, we simply do not have any time to waste. I’m sure no one will notice, now let's go.”
Reboot Vergil is a smart, tricky lover and a big ol’ bully.
Nero
Despite trying to act cool, confident, and mature, Nero is a virgin. And with where he grew up and the religiousness of his adoptive family, he was not given a sex education past “don’t do it before marriage” and what little he could learn for himself, which was practically nothing. So the first time you squirt on him he freezes mid-thrust in shock and confusion.
“Did you just piss on me?”
When you tell him what it is or he researches it, he feels stupid but at least knows how to approach things from now on.
He takes the time to lay out towels and clean you up after. That is unless you two get too hot and heavy outside of your home and end up fucking in the van or something. Even then though, Nero makes sure to clean up for your comfort and everyone else’s.
Usually he sees it as just a natural process of making love to you, though he does amusingly point out when you “make a good shot” and “launched it far”.
With his relationship with Kyrie, I see Nero as being quite the gentleman to his lover and her natural body functions, though dense at first. He is a good boy though.
V
V finds sex artistic in a way, and when he is in the midst of pleasure he finds it even more so.
When you first squirt on his hand, as he prefers to finger you before taking you completely, he is pleasantly surprised.
He wants to spread it around, utterly cover your crotch, inner thighs, and lower stomach with it. It makes you shine, glisten, just like when he kisses you enough to leave your lips a bit swollen and shimmering with saliva.
After fingering you and you are recovering, preparing for the true event, V grinds his body against yours in a kind of Nuru massage. Sliding his cock, now covered in your juices, along your drenched folds or, if your core is too sensitive right now, against your legs and stomach or between your closed thighs had him trembling and moaning just as hard as if your hand was wrapped around his member
And once he has pulled out of you and his seed is dripping out of you, the white mixes with the clear, creating a pearlescent liquid that V wants to paint with.
Not exactly what I intended but the vibe is there.
