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.
notes: screaming @luneariaa bc why did i fold so badly for vergil after watching the season 2 trailer that just dropped?! this is such a self indulgent and unedited mess,,,, it may even be ooc- but i don’t even care anymore!!! i need to get this out!!
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thinking about having hate sex with vergil sparda.
he has you harshly pinned against the wall, the tip of his nose inhaling your scent deeply before biting down on the side of your neck. you let out a low hiss, basking in the sensation of pleasure and pain as the half demon began leaving his mark on you.
“you think you know me, huh?” his voice was grave and filled with a sense of contempt mixed in with desire. “you think you can just waltz into my life, and that i’d just accept you?”
your breathing becomes hitched when his large hands were felt trailing a blaze down the length of your legs. he traces at the outline of your ass before giving it an audible slap!-
acting like he was finally claiming what had always belonged to him.
with one swift motion, he slides off your shorts, tearing your panties to shreds before pressing himself against your entrance. despite how he still had his clothes on, you could feel how hard and hot he was through the fabric.
“you’ve been prancing around me like a mare in heat…” his words sent a new wave of heat down your spine, and you felt yourself shivering when he cups at your aching cunt from behind. your breathing becomes labored when he slides a thick digit within your heat, collecting the evidence of your arousal as he felt it drip into the palm of his hands. “you’re so wet already… and it’s all for me.”
caging you against the wall with his body, you could hear the shifting of fabric before feeling something hot and pulsating against your entrance. he slides the underside of his cock up and down your outer lips, collecting your juices before slowly entering your heat.
he teases you for a few beats-
sliding the tip of his cock in and out of your core, barely giving you every inch of him as you began to whine in response to his teasing.
“please vergil, please-“
yet your begging was cut off the moment vergil finally slides the entirety of his cock within you-
impaling you with every breathtaking inch of him as he began a rapid pace.
the sounds of skin slapping against skin echoes throughout the room, and you could feel your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head. every push and pull of his hips sent a new wave of red hot pleasure coursing through you-
and you never wanted this to end.
his muffled groans were felt against your shoulder, making you tremble as you struggled to remain upright against the wall. vergil must have felt the sudden shift in you as he suddenly had both of his hands gripping at the back of your thighs. taking advantage of his strength, vergil continues to pound into you, with his cock invading every little inch of you as you began sobbing in response to the sheer intensity of it all.
“ngh… damn you, woman… i hate this- i hate you…!” he punctuates his statement with another powerful thrust! sending another wave of pleasure as you cried out to him once more. “but what i hate the most is how you always take over my mind. how i can never get rid of the scent of your perfume that lingers in the air… or how good you feel around this cock.”
vergil maintains his connection with you, leaning back as he continues to hold you upright while allowing his free hand to travel downwards, touching the part of you that remains oh so intimately connected to him before pinching at your swollen clit. that was enough to topple you over the edge, the strain in your abdomen felt snapping as you saw a blinding light within your vision-
you came with a shout of vergil’s name, back arched against his broad chest as he continues to shove his cock in and out of you. like a starved beast, he continues to help you ride out your climax, never once stopping as he harshly whispers in your ear,
“you want to stay with me so badly? fine. i’ll allow it. but be prepared to never leave my side… and expect your body to be so familiar with the shape of me that you’ll always feel empty when i’m not inside…”
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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.
