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.
telling dante you can take his devil trigger is enough to get his blood boiling and his wings to pop out from between his shoulder blades.
you've constantly brought it up, ever since he made the mistake of being out and about with you during a nice little date on the town. the nighttime air was just a siren call for demonic kind, and his trigger was pulled the moment you were brought into the fray.
monstrous beings putting their grubby hands all over your skin and pretty outfit you decided to wear for him, was enough of a green light to go full out. to everyone in a sane mind, they see dante in his form and scream monster then proceed to run for the hills. for you? you stay there, staring up at god knows how many feet tall he is, and call him beautiful. the devil in him purrs, and lets you cup the side of his face as you rake in every minute detail of your pretty thing.
after that night, you've been wanting to know what it's like to be held by that kind of demonic force of nature. what it's like to be stretched apart by whatever dick he's got between his legs. those sex shops couldn't even have anything close to what hunk of meat is concealed so neat and nice under his plates and muscles.
dante denies you every time, telling you that if he brought out the big guy he wouldn't stop. he's scared to hurt you. he doesn't want to scare you, even if the image of you on your back and with a bulging stomach that barely hides the bumps, grooves, ridges, and veins of his monster cock. he wants to keep you in one piece.
yet how can he deny you for long? even if you tell him you'd do anything just to have his demon trigger breeding you full and creamy.
Thinking about (DMC Netflix)Vergil’s undying devotion and how that would translate in a relationship… TW: oral sex, a whole lot of biting, dacryphilia, mating press, praise kink, body chains and costumes, shibari, safewords, sex toys
I know a lot of you out there seem to write Vergil as this very serious hardcore dom…but I just don’t see it. This is the man who needs someone to be the focus of his loyalty, his devotion.
Vergil doesn’t care so much about whether he’s top or bottom—our boy’s a switch if you ask me—he just wants to do whatever pleases you most. Service top? Sure. Service bottom? He’s down. But if you really push him to tell you what he wants, he’ll eventually admit he just wants to worship you.
Vergil is the kind of partner who refuses to cum before you do. He takes it as a point of pride, actually, if he can get you to orgasm twice for every one of his. And yes, no matter what equipment you have, he can and will take it in his mouth as many times as you’ll let him. Vergil strikes me as demisexual—his devotion is slow to build, but absolutely all-consuming when it comes to fruition.
There are definitely some things he desires that are influenced by a childhood in Makai, though. He’ll take some time to admit this, but he’d love you to bite him. Especially if you leave marks. He wants everyone to know you’ve claimed him, and while he won’t explain, if anyone asks about the marks on his neck he’ll just smirk and walk away.
And if you bite his throat while you’re having sex? Doesn’t matter how long or short you’ve been going at it, he will cum on the spot. It’s like a button, honestly.
This goes without saying I think, but he wants to see you. You’re his focus, his center, his North Star. He always wants to be able to see you—especially while you’re fucking him. Missionary’s good, sure, but there’s something primal about when you put him in a mating press. It makes him desperate, and about three times more likely to cry. It’s a release of all the tensions he’s been carrying.
Speaking of which, this man needs praise. He won’t tell you that, naturally, but if the person who’s like a god to him tells him he’s sweet, he’s perfect, he’s good—he will absolutely start crying. Someone who thinks he’s enough, that he’s good, after everything he’s been through? It’s what he needs to hear.
Vergil, surprisingly, isn’t as opposed to PDA as you might think. He doesn’t want it prolonged, he has things to do, but he’s very much on board if you decide you want to kiss him in public. Particularly if you’re letting someone know that he’s yours. He loves that reminder that his devotion is reciprocated. He doesn’t doubt your loyalty or get jealous, but he loves to know that you still want him just as bad as he wants you.
He’s not really a fan of games in the bedroom. To him, this is serious business, because it involves you, and you are what matters most to him. He wants it to be very clear that his love and loyalty is real, and not a joke or game.
Vergil is usually not overly loud in bed—more choked gasps than full moans, and not long ones—but the easiest way to get him to really moan under you is to give him his own medicine. Worship him the way he worships you, and this man is gone.
Vergil’s theatric entrances carry over to sex, too. He very much wants to dress up for you. And he’ll cater to what you like in this department too, but he does have a personal favorite kind of costume, if you can get him to admit it. Draping, semi-transparent fabrics that give him a dramatic, ethereal look that suits him perfectly, but also hides very little from your gaze. Blues and teals and sometimes greens are near his heart, but you can sometimes talk him into purple or white.
And when he learns about body chains? You can bet you’re coming home to find at least three sets of them, with different themes he can pair with his silks. Once you’ve won his devotion, this man won’t skimp on ways to make himself look deliciously good for you.
Vergil has an artistic streak, which means he’ll hate the idea of things he considers trite or ugly in bed—handcuffs, for instance. That said, if you introduce him to shibari, or aerial silks, he will be all over that. He wants to feel beautiful, and if you encourage that, he’ll just melt.
He has a thing for shibari, honestly. Knowing that he could break out, but chooses not to out of the depth of his devotion to you? That gets him every time. It’s a test of his loyalty, and he likes that, because he knows he’ll win.
You have to watch him, though, because this is a man who will try not to use his safeword, at least in the beginning. He wants to please you so bad, he thinks it’s worth pushing himself. When you take his face in your hands and tell him that you want him to be your equal, not your servant, that safewords only work if you use them, he will probably cry a little. After that, he gets it. He wants to be good so desperately.
Vergil has mixed opinions about toys. Crops etc. are a hard no—they remind him too much of certain memories—and so is anything else for pain or punishment. He wants to be good. But things that exacerbate his pleasure, or better yet, yours? Those he loves. No blindfolds, he wants to see you, but he has no objection to certain gags—they make it harder for him to keep in every little noise, which you love.
You better believe his stamina is off the charts. And for a half-Makaian, refractory periods aren’t really a thing. Vergil can—and will, if you spoil him enough—cum ten times in one night. He’ll worry that you aren’t pleasured enough, but when he sees how very, very untrue that is, he’ll give in and let you ruin him. Every once in a while.
Vergil gasps out under you, his muscles trembling as he strains not to break the ropes that hold him spread-eagled on the bed. You’ve decided to tie him for the night. It’s your birthday, and he’s already eaten you out twice, before you could even get him to one orgasm.
You just wanted to spoil him, and he started by spoiling you.
You start at his throat. Butterfly kisses, flirting with the idea of more. He twitches, and you know he’s holding in a whine. So you give him what he wants, and close your teeth around his throat.
That punches a glorious moan out of him, as his chest heaves desperately as his orgasm hits him hard. His cock, pinned between your stomach and his, spurts white cum almost to his own mouth.
Grinning, you sit back on him, staring down at Vergil’s face. His eyes are less focused, the gaze softer and fuzzier, but still fixed on you. Always fixed on you.
You can’t wait to see how many times you can make him cum tonight.
