#and also Dante Content

[fisheito]

I started reading beastars so now HE's reading beastars .wait

THEY'RE reading beastars

[pvlvsdog]

how easy or hard is it to make the sinners finish? also are you fine with yandere stuff? I want to ask before requesting. Also if your requests aren’t open then feel free to ignore.

Oh my! I made a whole tier list with a friend^^ just need to pull it up. Over half the credit goes to the skinny dipping ask anon, haiii^^ also I’m all good with yandere stuff. I just might have difficulty with certain characters (base ID for Greg to name one, that might not be very long if I’m asked to write something about him; I’ll still write about him, but there’s not a lot to work with for the yandere theme in my eyes) but I will absolutely write it^^ also you will get bonus characters. Because it’s fun^^

TW: 18+, UNEDITED

Not finishing (sorry!):

Faust - sorry but I don’t think she ever came during sex. You can use toys or she can do the job herself and that works, but that’s it honestly. It’s not that you’re doing something wrong, she’s still choosing to spend time with you in that way, but I just think she would finish from touching herself. After all Faust knows Faust the best

Takes a long while:

Ryoshu - it’s not hard to make her finish but if you rush it, she won’t react well. It’s a whole process, getting to that first orgazm. She likes playing around before it, holding it off until she’s satisfied with the act. Like, she won’t ignore you in favour of her pleasure, she wants the both of you to get the most out of this. Which means neither of you is finishing quick, sorry

Sonya - also not that easy. He’s a chill guy, he doesn’t seem like he would mind. He likes you and it was a decent time either way, so it’s not a big issue if he didn’t come. I just feel like, despite his easygoing demeanour, if anything from the book carries over to the game, he miiight have a hard time letting himself be vulnerable during sexual encounters. Participates still, but it’s not a carefree ordeal and it makes orgasming harder. Can use his hand just fine though and doesn’t consider it a wasted night

Demian - kinda hard. Like, I just feel like it would be hard for him to reach a release, but he’d be damned if he still didn’t try. He’s fairly confident and knows himself well, so he has no problem guiding you a little so both of you can orgasm. With his tips it’s not really hard. Side note, but I feel like the experience you’d get is worth it, come on, in the book he’s such an agent of chaos it’s iconic. Yeah he’s calm. But like, if I asked that man to tie my shoes he could as well run off with my shoelaces to prove some point he made earlier hhh

Last above average:

Verg - kinda hard? Like, it’s easier than with the ones above, but you will have to put some effort into pleasing him. He’s guarded and keeps most at an arm’s length so to have a genuine sexual encounter with you, he needs to trust and know you a bit. I don’t think he would be a 10/10 at communicating so you also wouldn’t have a lot to go off of. It changes with time, the communication part, but he still takes a bit to finish

Ishmael - she takes some time as well. I think she’s pretty experienced and has had many amazing as well as mediocre encounters so given that range, don’t expect to just waltz into her room and make her scream your name upon your touch. Good thing is, she has a good idea about what works, just take her suggestions and you’ll get there (she’ll do to ;3). Other component could be the fact that she often doesn’t feel comfortable letting her guard down and not being in control. So, especially if you’re more dominant, I could see some issues stemming from that early on, because as open as she would be to give things a try, if you’re a more dominant person, it could be difficult for her to work with. Not your fault, just give her some time. In bed and outside of it

Hong Lu - I can’t explain it much, I just think it’s not super easy as well. Again, you won’t have him panting and moaning just from doing the bare minimum, but let our curious man explore, make it worth a while, and he’ll reach an orgasm at his pace

Kromer - takes a bit too. She’s pretty horny with a high sex drive but she likes to have her time with you. Likes that you have you to try a bit before she’ll come too

Standard timing 😌😌:

Dante - i feel like they have a pretty average timing. Perhaps it would be faster but they overthink a bit and it’s all a little bit „new”. They don’t even fully know (or well, remember) what they like so that also plays a role. Again, it’s easier than with the characters above but they don’t come super fast

Yi Sang - also pretty much within what you would expect, you have to get him a bit worked up, it’s not as long of a process as it is with some other sinners, but definitely enough for you two to get a bit creative with the foreplay and such

Meursault - I think we just figured getting him placed in the middle of the tier is just funny considering his demeanour. That man is the standard, the average, the perfect representation of the mean. Sex with him definitely isn’t vanilla, I just think he finishes at a very predictable timing, never having you too worked up but also not rushing it

Hopkins - adding him as a silly bonus, I just think it’s funny he stuck in my brain. He also takes a pretty expected amount of time, he has to have some solid foreplay but it’s not like, really hard for you to get him to finish. Just let him have his fun first

Fairly easy:

Don - if you know where her „weaknesses” lay (and it’s not a difficult thing, she’s pretty obvious, I think. Again, I’m keeping in mind how easily she gave herself away when she was questioned about her feelings on being beaten up in CIII, that woman was stuttering like crazy. So like, just go for whatever flusters her and that’s your cue as to what you should do during sex) it’s a very short road from there to having her orgasm. Being easily excitable seems to seep into that part of her life as well :3

Rodya - she knows herself well and is used to putting herself first (since life taught her that if you don’t, nobody else might. Not so say she isn’t a generous person when she can, but like, it is often something she does for attention or praise in general, I think sex is a bit of a different case) so her objective is to have a good time. It might change as you two grow closer, but for the main part she just uses her own knowledge in what gets her off and works from there. Not saying you don’t have to put any work in on your part, but she will make it very easy. If she wants to have sex with you, at least before you two get closer, it’s so that she can have a release, so that will be her main priority. She’ll be nice to you sure, she knows how to be sweet and charming, even when there’s sweat rolling down her face and her back is arching while she adjusts your hands to grip her just right. But before she’s ready to be vulnerable, the sex is more so to fulfil her needs (coming, feeling important, so on) than to grow closer to you

Outis - my funny explanation is “fast but only if you’re Dante” but my actual reasoning for saying that she would be rather quick to finish is that I think it’s been so long and she’s so pent up that it just makes sense. Like, she’s not about to ask for sex from just anyone, she ignores that need too much. So when she finally has sex with you, oh, she clearly means it and has been wanting to do so for a very long time. All in all, she’s on the brink anyways so getting her off is a very easy task

Gregor - that man is starved and kind of easily… well affected by your actions, let’s say. He has no real experience with being desired by someone so you don’t have to try much to get him worked up. Your honest advances and the way you treat him oftentimes leave him exasperated (he can’t believe over the half of things you’re saying, especially given that he would probably make you aware how his modifications will affect any intimate relationship you might want to have with him), but he’d be lying if he said that whatever you were doing wasn’t working. Like, he’s not surprised he’s into it, he just can’t believe that you would want to make such advances towards him in the first place. Honestly if it wasn’t for his self deprecation and fear of hurting you, he’d be on the bottom tier. But those dark thoughts accompany him even when he’s being intimate (or, well, especially then) so he’s still only somewhat below average. He probably blames it on his stamina (which also could be a factor, he’s not as senile as he makes himself out to be but he certainly does struggle keeping up in bed) and probably mumbles something about being “too old for this” and how “you’re going to end him if you keep doing things like this” (his very roundabout way of saying that you affect him greatly). So, with all that in mind, he doesn’t last very long. The only thing keeping him from coming undone upon your touch is concern for your safety should his body act up because of the strong emotions you cause him to feel

Gotta go fast (sorry):

Heathcliff - not sorry about putting him in this category, only sorry for the joke. I mean, that man is pent up, worked up and so, so oblivious to his own feelings that you won’t be having any troubles with making him come. I mean, for the past few years he dedicated himself to the thought of what could (or in this case - couldn’t) be and his ability to reflect and own up to the fact that you’re making him feel a very specific kind of way is hindered as a result. That man could get a raging boner every time you touch him and he still would hold off on reflecting on his feelings. So when he’s finally in a position to have sex with you, you will have him all worked up in record time. Heaving, panting with drops of sweat rolling down his forehead. He desires you greatly, even if he has a hard (hihi) time admitting that (well, that would mean that his whole… thing was a waste of time and also would call into question if he was ever wanted by the person he’s been chasing this whole time, I mean, he couldn’t imagine having her act towards him in the same way you do. Which… well, he doesn’t love the thought). That and his lack of experience with all things sexual leads him to release around the time you’re trying to get started. He tries to last longer and he won’t leave you hanging if he doesn’t. Well… I can certainly tell you that he won’t. But he’s going to try anyways. Just don’t tease him about it, that might actually work in the opposite way. Or do tease him, if that’s what you’re into ;3

Sinclair - if you two getting heated, you’re already halfway done with making him come. He gets horny easily and fast, but usually (always, prior to meeting you probably) his hand has to do. And in the book he is quite filled with thoughts of pretty sexual nature (that are quite a cause of his shame). But insecurity and guilt play a part here too, making him believe that he doesn’t really deserve to experience nice things like that. So when you’re so close to him, something he fantasizes about quite often, it’s making him overwhelmed in the best, most alien way. All the thoughts that could hold him back are gone and instead he is overcome with lust. Which then leads to a very fast release. Just like Heath, I totally see him worked up, heaving and absolutely coming undone. Buuut with the way he is, I don’t think it’s just him being all shy and cumming cutely just to lay down and stutter out a ‘thank you’. That lad is filled with so much anger issues and unprocessed, strong emotions that what you are more likely to get is an extremely horny, awkward, rough encounter and after you blink he’s done and in the process of folding under the weight of post nut clarity (saying this lovingly, not to be biased as the author of this, but this is absolutely a ‘would’ for me. I just don’t think he’s what you would consider… conventionally “good”. Which is subjective, even if there is a ‘popular version’ of what good sex should look like)

[hanakihan]

edsali feat. franco-italian relationship goals memes

[eli-little-workshop]

Bunch of doodles because i'm finally getting through season 1 properly

My oc Dante Targaryen (daughter of Gael Targaryen), feat early s1 Cole because he's a cutie, and Harwin because he's my favorite

[hanzajesthanza]

i was looking up tips for formatting bilingual books (for example, a copy of idk the iliad with ancient greek on one side, english translation on the other), but i didn’t know the word describing this kind of format 🤔

so i was stringing together keywords like “book with two languages” and one of the results was a reddit post with someone trying to find a book that alternates between multiple languages, i.e., there are no translations, it’s it’s one text, but half of the story is in english, then the other half, or interwoven throughout, is in french or whatever

and it took strength to not suggest the hussite trilogy 🥴

[blizzardsuplex]

Roderick Strong's pre-match promo + Adam Cole's surprise entrance versus The Sumerian Death Squad from PROGRESS Chapter 21: You Know We Don't Like To Use The Sit Down Gun, 09/06/2015

[viridiave]

you know what for fun what if I just threw out a bunch of random ships no one has ever figured out I would have been going in and out of the ship tags of for the past few months

Dragonball (KakaVege and GokuShin. that second one is there just cuz it's hilarious how Daima went 'you know what. fuck you you're getting more Shin and you're gonna love him')

Wuthering Waves (Jiyantefi with the occasional Scarover because I'm a basic bitch)

Granblue Fantasy (Lanvane because Lancelot is just Cyrus Albright given dual blades and Crick Wellsley's voice. that second fact has been haunting me for months)

Re:Zero (Ottosuba because I read this 27k long fanfic that I have yet to leave a comment on and thought 'thank god I'm a casual enjoyer of anime. but also what the fuck')

Noli me Tangere (Elibarra. listen if you were a Filipino born and raised on Filipino soil you would know exactly how this happened)

Three Body Problem (Da Shi x Wang Miao. you can imagine that I felt extremely disappointed that Wang Miao was broken up into several characters in the Netflix adaptation that I DID watch and DID NOT enjoy)

Library of Ruina (Rolsed - honestly I was a Rolsod believer at first then I dug and I found a lot of transmasc Chesed content and I was like 'huh. speak on that' also go listen to the Project Moon soundtrack it's too good)

[spark-circuit]

catching up with cantos atm and halfway through canto 4

[flovoid]

one thing about me with sims is that I will ALWAYS have a two male duo/besites to obsessed with in every save file-

[boycock-boycunt-boyslut]

i wanna make a new pc so bad but each time i do i abandon them bc i can't keep track of everything TTT dante only ig

[themanwhomadeamonster]

want to get back into warframe after seeing jade. however, am too intimidated to get back into warframe because i feel like I've fallen behind too much to catch up with everything especially since they're taking difficulty more seriously now... eugh :( *violently throws up out of anxiety*

[yzzart]

⋆˙⟡ BOYFRIEND!DANTE ── HEADCANONS!

── content warnings: F!reader, mention of anime, Dante being needy, fluff, cute and light content and part two is here!

── word count: 653!

⭑.ᐟ Dante is always, ALWAYS, in contact with you and it doesn't matter where or when. — This is not an exaggeration, or a complaint, never. — Whether through physical touches or messages, SMS, — that man only uses his damn cell phone because of you and even though it's risky — he never lets you keep in contact.

“thinking about you right now ;)” “Dante, you only left about 5 minutes ago…?” “painful, isn’t it? do you believe i have an amazing joke ready? i need to tell you when i get back.”

⭑.ᐟ The demon hunter loves to snuggle up to you, to cling to you; being unable, and in his words, impossible, not to be close to you. — Well, that's his biggest weakness. — Dante always kept his hands around you, usually on your waist and caressing the region. — Like holding your hand, caressing your face and massaging your thigh.

⭑.ᐟ He loves receiving your attention, especially when he is between your boobs and receiving caresses, which make him fall asleep instantly. — you know this very well — However, there was one night, after a long and unbearable killing against beings from the underworld, Dante ended up falling asleep during one of the night conversations, which was your routine, and ended up drooling on your shirt.

⤷ The scene was…naive, also pitiful; your boyfriend was tired, he needed rest more than anything else. — And you, wanting to make him comfortable and pleasant, tried to get out of the position, which was to be underneath him, but an extremely sleepy and heavy Dante prevented your action and mumbled inaudible words — asking you to stay there, with him — and even without understanding, you obeyed.

⭑.ᐟ DDR — DanceDance Revolucion nights? This has become a routine worthy of you and Dante. — Every night, no matter what time it is, and even knowing that you have things to do the next day, this gentle game becomes a competition; Dante, without even caring who is in front, doesn't miss the chance to have fun with his girl.

"Come on, ma'am! Make me impressed, go, go!" + “It was with that swagger that you won me over, right, you smart little girl?” + “I can’t believe you beat me at my own game?”

“Shut your pretty mouth, big boy.”

⭑.ᐟ You are the only person, the only thing that can breathe, that can touch or question his necklace. — There is no discussion about that. — Dante trusts you, until his last breath, even though he has reason to distrust everyone and everything, he would never leave or abandon his loyalty and trust in you. — Out of fear, and respect and common sense, you don't dare to touch it on some occasions and Dante realizes this, he finds it funny, cute, pure; feeling loved and so cared for by you.

⤷ “There’s not a day, not a single day, that the memory of the day she gave me that necklace doesn’t cross my mind.” — Dante mentioned his mother, able to feel a small and unbearable burning in his eyes; he sighed, arranged you in his lap, directing a compassionate look in your direction as your fingers pass through the cord, without touching the amulet. — “And every day, i’m sure she would adore you.”

⭑.ᐟ Dante knows how to be a knight with you, and he really does. — Last piece of pizza in the box? He makes a point of leaving it for you, and that's a high-class knightly role in his eyes. — Even living such a complicated life, working with something so violent and filthy, he can't help but indulge his girl in a few whims.

⤷ Little writings on small pieces of old newspaper, which he left in his pants or jacket pocket, telling some joke or unfunny pick-up line and decorations are typical of Dante. — Teaching you to play pool and then beating him and your prize are moments of grabbing? Oh, Dante is a lucky boy.

[satori-runa]

—Takeout

Summary: You visit a certain demon hunter to scold him once more. But apparently, it is not you who has the lead.

Tags: NSFW, established relationship, no plot, not beta read

Words: 1,3k

—MINORS DO NOT INTERACT—

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The apartment was dead quiet, save for the soft creak of old leather as Dante leaned back in his worn out couch that slowly needed a replacement.

He pulled out his guns, inspecting them, before placing them down on the coffee table in front of him. He just returned from another successful demon hunt that night, sighing in contentment as his back sunk deeper into the couch. Despite the relaxation, his ears didn't fail to pick up the sound of the door at the other end of the room.

“You know, you left the call on again during your fight. You could have at least hung up.” You said, placing down the bags of takeout food that he requested earlier next to his guns with a raised eyebrow. A glance at him was enough and the white haired man copied your actions and raised an eyebrow back to you along with his cocky smile on his lips. His voice was low and yet teasing as he directed it to you.

“Are you creeping around after midnight to scold me? Kinda hot if you ask me.”

You shot him another look but he didn't flinch. Instead, he held your gaze with the same dangerous smirk that secretly affected you inside, charming and cocky, but laced with a spark that only he owned.

“Maybe I just wanted to make sure that you didn't run out of stupid comments after your fight.” You stepped closer, slapping his legs that he placed on the table, a silent complaint not to have his feet near the food. “Also you kept crying about wanting those new burgers down the street.”

He smirked, finally dragging his feet off the desk and sitting up straighter. His coat hung open, his shirt tugged loose at the collar, revealing a faint smear of blood still drying along his neck. You weren’t sure if it was his or the demon’s. Probably the latter. “You’re too sweet,” he said, voice low, leaning forward. “And I appreciate your actions. Also, you worry too much sweetheart, I will always have a charming one liner ready for the princess.”

You crossed your arms. “Oh, no doubt.”

Dante rose slowly, as if sizing you up, boots heavy against the old wood floor. He stopped in front of you, close enough for the scent of gunpowder and sweat and something darker to hit you all at once. His eyes narrowed slightly—warm, sharp, but curious.

“You always come in here looking like you’re ready to fight me or kiss me,” he murmured, voice dangerously soft.

“Maybe I’m here to do both.”

The tension cracked—quick as one of his bullets.

Dante’s hand slid to your waist, pulling you in with a suddenness that stole your breath. His lips crashed into yours, rough and wanting. No hesitation, no preamble. Just heat and pressure, all grit and low growls against your mouth. His free hand tangled in your hair, the other keeping you firmly against him like he was afraid you’d vanish if he let go.

“Been thinking about this,” he admitted into the kiss, his voice deeper now, barely controlled but still laced with sass. “Every time you walk in here like you own the place.”

You laughed breathlessly against him, tugging his coat off his shoulders. “Maybe I do.” He grinned, pulling back just enough to look at you—flushed, wild-eyed, his hair falling into his face. “Then you won’t mind if I wreck the place.”

Without waiting, he turned, lifting you onto the desk with a grunt, knocking over the food and his guns. “Show me,” you said softly.

He didn’t need to be asked twice.

He kissed you again—harder this time. There was a hunger behind it, barely contained. His hands were already under your shirt, calloused fingers dragging across your skin with a desperation that made your thighs press together.

“Off,” he muttered, tugging your shirt up, and he didn't have to say it twice. You lifted your arms, let him yank it over your head, tossing it somewhere behind him without looking. His eyes dragged down your chest, dark and hungry, jaw tight.

“Fuck, I missed this.”

You felt heat bloom in your core, especially when his hands returned—this time slower, firmer. He cupped your breasts through your bra before flicking the clasp open with practiced ease, letting it fall as so many times before. His thumbs brushed over your nipples, teasing them into peaks until you squirmed.

“Dante…”

Your voice was soft, breathy, already undone. He liked that.

“Say my name like that again,” he rasped, pushing your thighs apart so he could fit between them, pushing up your skirt in the process too. “I’ll make sure you’re screaming it, babe.”

You gasped as his mouth dipped to your chest, licking and sucking at your sensitive skin while one hand slid lower—over your stomach, between your legs, over the damp fabric of your panties.

“Already wet for me,” he said with a grin against your skin. “Knew you wanted this. Maybe that is the reason why you came over, huh?” You whimpered when he pressed two fingers against your heat, rubbing slow circles that had your hips bucking into him with only some piece of fabric separating you two. “Please,” you whispered, not even caring how desperate you sounded. The fierceness in your voice was replaced with whimpering and desperation.

He growled low in his throat, pulling your panties to the side and sliding his fingers through your folds—slow, deliberate, dragging slickness over your clit before easing one, then two fingers inside you. The stretch had your head falling back, a moan tearing from your lips.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he muttered with a smirk, watching your face as he fucked you with his fingers. “Tight. Warm. Gonna make you cum just like this first.” You grabbed onto his shoulder for balance, legs trembling as he thrust his fingers faster, curling them just right, his thumb teasing your clit until your moans turned shaky, breath catching in your throat.

“Dante—!”

You came hard, clenching around him, nails digging into his coat as you shook in his grip. He didn’t stop until you gasped from the sensitivity, and only then did he pull his fingers out—slick and glistening. He sucked them clean without breaking eye contact.

“Goddamn,” he said, breathless. “You taste like sin. Might become my favourite meal.”

He didn’t give you time to recover before he was undoing his belt, tugging his pants down just enough to free himself. His cock was already hard—thick, flushed, the tip dripping. You bit your lip at the sight of him, flushed and dazed from your orgasm but craving more.

“Ready for me?” he asked, voice low, dark.

You nodded. “Want you. Need you.”

Dante lined himself up, dragging his tip through your folds before slowly pushing inside. The stretch made your breath hitch—it was intense, but perfect. He groaned deep in his chest as he bottomed out, gripping your hips like he was barely holding back. He set a pace that was slow at first, each thrust deep and precise, hitting every spot that made you whimper. But it didn’t take long for his control to snap. His thrusts turned rougher, faster, the sound of skin slapping filling the room along with your breathy moans and his low, ragged curses.

You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him deeper, your nails scraping along his back.

“Fuck—Dante—right there—!”

He slammed into that perfect spot again and again, his name a chant on your lips, and you felt yourself unraveling fast.

“That’s it,” he growled, one hand gripping your throat gently, not choking, just holding—possessive, commanding. “Cum for me again. Wanna feel you lose it around my cock.”

You shattered with a cry, clenching tight around him, your body arching as he fucked you through it. Dante groaned, losing rhythm, his thrusts growing sloppy as he chased his own end. A few more strokes and he buried himself to the hilt with a loud grunt, cumming deep inside you.

For a moment, neither of you moved. Just ragged breathing, hearts pounding, skin slick with sweat.

Then he leaned in, brushing his lips against your temple.

“Enjoying your visit?” he muttered.

You laughed, weakly. “Only if you keep doing that.”

He smirked, voice still hoarse. “Sweetheart, we’re just getting started.”

[tele-mesmerism]

unfortunately the storygraph reads the world challenge this yr has been getting me to read a couple books i rly disliked.. last yr i was rly happy w it bc i found some rly good books thru it (salt houses and my name is red both ended up in my top 9) but this yrs been kinda eh.. you made a fool of death with your beauty was pretty good but i hated the snowman so much but didnt wanna let myself stop it bc id have to find another book that fit

[gay-dorito-dust]

Can I request headcanons for Vergil, and Dante reacting to his petite gn s/o wearing his coat please?

Dante

he had come home from a mission, thankfully a quick one and the sight he saw you wearing his trademark red coat, it was more then he could ever thought would be waiting for him back home.

it was even better in his opinion.

his first words when he come back home are; 'wear my coat more often sweetheart, seriously don't stop wearing it i nedd to see you in it more often to make sure i'm not dreaming... for undisclosed purposes.'

seriously this man will try to find any and every way to get you to wear his coat, he needs it like his lungs need air.

he's got a taste of the image of you in his coat and now it's something he wants to see as often as he possinly can, even if it wasn't weather apropriate, he didn't care.

the first time he sees you in his coat he couldn't try to hide his excitment even if he could try, it's so aparent but he doesn't really care at all.

all that mattered was that you were wearing his coat and you looked perfectly sexy in the ruby red attire.

and if you were to try and take it off, he's right before your eyes and keeping his coat over your shoulders.

'keep it on, there's no need to take it off now im here, it just means we can match now.' he jokes as he takes in just how nicely his coat looked up close and his mind was decided, his coat was yours without question.

'so what's the specially ocassion?' he would ask, seeing as you never had done this before, and he was gone for quite a bit, so he was just curious if there was more to you just simply wearing his coat.

you shrug 'i missed you and wanted somwthing that reminded me of you while you were gone, reminding me that you were safe and come home to me sooner or later. i'd just have to be paitient.'

dante smiles softly as he kisses your forehead, his hands rubbing up and down your arms through his coat.

he was not expected that to be your awnser, however he couldn't blame you as he would often find himslef missing you while on missions, so he was secretly thankful that the feeling of missing one another when apart wasn't something only he felt.

especially if missing him would lead to more times like these where you wear his coat just to feel him near you for comfort. he wasn't going to stop you, not like he wanted to anyways becuase it only gives him an excuse to oggle you shamelessly for hours on end.

what can he say?! his baby looks good in his coat, it'd be a crime on his behalf to do such a thing and not admire his sweetheart wearing his clothes. he runs hot enough for the both of you so he doesn't really need his coat as much as he needs, it was only to add to his coolness.

'well then my coat is yours to uses to your hearts content sweetheart but make sure you wear it even if im here, i'm liking what i'm seeing and i never want to forget such an gorgeous sight.' he winks as you lightly slap his shoulder as he kisses your forehead again, holding you against him tightly as he could.

Vergil

he's frozen for a minute upon seeing you in his blue coat, but need i say that it brings a posessiveness out of him.

more specifically his demon side that's happy to see you wearing something of his so cassually, hopefully it should make it know to others that you were happily taken.

so his inner demon wants to see you in his coat more often, even if it didn't exactly make sense for you to be wearing it.

it also didn't help that the deep blue coat suited you perfectly in his eyes before averting them upon feeling the surge of pride and possessivness overcome him.

especially if anyone thriving for your attention was present, it would be the biggest fuck you ever in letting them know you were unatainable, you weren't for their prying eyes only his and his alone.

he's not use to such a thing happening to him, so he's not going to be aware on how to bring it up to you other then; 'you're wearing my coat, why is that?'

hes a curious one and genuinly means nothing by it other then to understand that there was someone who could easily love him and want to be adorned in his clothes.

god forbid you tell him you missed him, that concept is lost on him for as far as he is aware you'd be the only one willing to miss him.

especially when he leaves for long periods of time, never telling you where he was off to only the fact that he would come back to you before using Yamato to open a portal and leaving through it.

a forhead kiss might be given or a kiss to your hand, but even that is used sparingly by the man who treated you as his equal. he's romantic but don't expect him to show it all of the time like his brother.

'i missed you and i found it lying in your study and wanted to feel closer to you' you'd tell him before moving in taking it off, only for Vergil to put a hand on your shoulder.

'there is no need to remove it, keep it if it grants you that much...comfort and consols your soul to a quiet.' he tells you as he allows to admire you in his clothes, feeling a deep purr threatning to spill from the back of his throat.

needless to say from that moment onwards vergil will start to leave his coat more often at your place, signalling that he wants you to wear it and gets a look within his eyes when you do greet him in his coat.

dante has probably seen you in his brother's coat once, only once because Vergil stabbed him repeatedly and chucked his body throat a portal made by Yamato, his eyes glowing and a tad demonic as he growled. 'mine.'

vergil doesn't fuck with what's his and his alone, and even if he may not voice how much he likes you in his coat, his actions sure will.

[hades-in-bloom]

A Necessity

Vergil Sparda x Reader

summary: an unbearably human gesture to show that he wished you well. Prequel

warnings & contents: fluff with tEnSiOn (no other way to write it); Vergil is vergiling; flower gifting (with Vergil, definitely a warning); could be age gap, could be none; the reader could be any gender; no mentions of y/n

a/n: am having way too much fun writing for this man. As always, proceed at your own risk. Minors DNI! Masterlist xoxo

soundtrack: now that we’re alone — the people’s thieves

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Whatever he was doing in that moment, it was not necessary. And anything unnecessary felt unnatural to him. After all, necessity had been at the core of his actions for far too long; it was ingrained into his very being for decades. Since he had become lost, since his childhood he pursued no desires—only needs. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have commanded the impressive power he wielded now. In his opinion, desires existed only to weaken human beings, and neither weakness nor humanity was something Vergil could afford to embrace—or truly wished to, given the circumstances. After all, greatness demanded sacrifice.

Then why, despite being unnecessary, did those visits to you—both promised and unspoken—start to feel so natural lately? He had far more important things to focus on than indulging his own curiosity while standing at your doorstep. He had always excelled at managing his priorities. So how could you, his poisonous desire, his deadly want, have become one? How did it come to be that you transformed into a need? A necessity.

In his world, necessities were meant to make him stronger—while you were meant to be his forbidden weakness. Now, in his world, you were a walking and talking contradiction. Uninvited. Yet, welcomed. Impossible. Yet, inherently natural.

“Vergil.”

You opened the door just moments after he knocked. Had you been waiting for him? Impossible. Yet, it might have felt natural for you. He was only beginning to realise that you might have foolishly waited for him like this many times before. At the thought of it, he felt nothing—at least, that’s what he wanted to believe in. Feeling anything else would’ve been unnatural. Dangerous. Forbidden.

In the meanwhile, you stared at him. You couldn't believe it, and both your facial expression and tone of your voice conveyed that clearly, unmistakably.

He wasn’t sure if it was a good sign or a bad one.

“What is this?”

His gaze dropped to the object in his hand. Pale violet flowers, brought into a small bouquet, were cascading down his palm.

“Wisteria.”

“Why?”

He blinked at your question, his shoulders tightened. A wave of frustration washing over him. Why had he even bothered? He felt like an idiot, and he should’ve seen this coming. This was consequential, after all. He had taken the foolish advice of his equally foolish brother—and somehow acted on it. He should have known better.

You noticed his discomfort and shook your head gently. With his silent permission, you took the bouquet from his hands, admiring its simple beauty. He watched you with a hint of puzzlement in his furrowed brow.

“I’m sorry. That came out wrong,” you acknowledged softly. Naturally, you needed no explanation for why he brought you flowers. It was an unexpected gesture on his part, but common enough—though among humans. “Why wisteria?”

The puzzlement on his face shifted to surprise, and he seemed genuinely pleased. He hadn’t expected you to be this thoughtful.

“It represents good luck,” he replied, his eyes locked on you. “As well as long life and prosperity. I thought these would never hurt.”

He also chose wisteria because the very thought of bringing you something as vulgar as roses—like Dante suggested—was threatening to give him a heart attack. But he also wanted you to know that he wished you well, despite his chaotic presence in your life.

You hummed in response. “I see,” a smile tugged at your lips. “Thank you.”

He nodded, awkwardly lingering at the doorstep.

“May I come in?”

“Sure.”

You stepped aside, allowing him to slip into the apartment. He set Yamato down, leaning the sword in its sheath against the wall as casually as someone might drop a set of keys onto a table upon arriving home. Then he knelt to unbuckle the straps, removing the protective leather piece from his shin, and only after did he take off his shoes.

When he stood up from his knees, you had already placed the wisteria in a delicate vase and set it on the bureau in the hallway.

And now, you stood directly in front of him.

“Why?” you asked again, your voice quieter this time.

This time he could sense what was on your mind. Why had he returned?

“Because I promised,” he replied calmly, thinking it was obvious. He’d been many things, both good and bad, but he wouldn’t break this promise.

“You didn’t have to,” you insisted. He took a deep, steadying breath.

“I didn’t,” he admitted. As he had thought before, this wasn’t necessary. “But I wanted to,” he added.

Your eyes widened, your limbs froze, and your heart stuttered.

“I needed to,” he concluded at last, his eyes never leaving yours. His wants and needs had now intertwined, leaving him with a growing headache and a fearful pit in his stomach. Yet there were no regrets; he had enough of those over the past couple of decades.

You said nothing at first, the weight of his confession sinking in. At your silence, he thought of the worst, as he often did, so he muttered. “But if you don’t want me, I’d understand.”

You thought about it, then stepped right into him, encroaching on his cherished personal space as your arms wrapped around his waist. Caught off guard, he faltered under your affectionate touch.

This wasn’t supposed to feel right. Instead, it felt necessary. After a moment of hesitation, his hand settled on your back, pulling you closer.

“You thought,” you scoffed gently, a hint of approval in your voice.