Okay imagine this, you, a 6'8 woman and your boyfriend

Vergil who is only 6'5, and is super embarrassed about having to look up instead of down at you to talk to you.

Your height doesn't really affect the way you two live, although it does feel weird knowing his own girlfriend is taller than him.

Oh but in the bedroom? That's a whole different story, if he actually let's you put a leash on him (which is highly unlikely if he's in a bad mood) he loves the way you just tower over him while he's on all fours, turns him on real good.

Dante who is a whopping 6'3, is like Vergil, embarrassed, that his significant other is a whole 5 inches taller than him. It's quite embarrassing if you're out for a walk and he just pretends you're a friend and what-not.

He should know by now that doing that sort of thing gets him in a lot of trouble. One time he introduced you to Lady and Trish as a "friend" and let's just say later that night he swore he could see God.

Nero is a 6'2 cutie pie and honestly is not that embarrassed about it, he's chill with you being taller than him, all he knows is that you'll give him great cuddles, considering that you'll probably wrap your entire body around him.

The only thing he does get embarrassed about is that he sometimes needs your help to grab something off a shelf that's just a little bit out of his reach.

I have a feeling that one time he wanted to try something different, so the next thing you know Nero's head is slightly grazing against the roof as you're busy lapping your tongue around his shaft in the damn shower, yea let's just say the next day he's having headaches from bumping the roof so much.

V who is 6'4 (I think) has no problem with you being taller than him, as long as he has someone there to take care of him and protect him, he's doesn't care.

What's his favorite is when, let's say, you're busy ordering food, he walks up right next to and stands up on his toes, then directly in your ear he whispers the most dirtiest thing he could think of, and just leaves as if he hadn't peeped a word. The reaction you get while the face you give him always makes him smile.

What's another of his favourites is when he's sitting directly at the end of the bed, with absolutely nothing on. The way you slowly walk towards and tower over him, what he likes to do during the time that you're towering over him is he likes to slowly spread his legs open, showing that he's all yours, you're the hunter and he's oh so definitely the prey.

Dante

Your Dante is a pervert through and through. Pervert with a capital P, now that you think about it. He whistles at you and bites his lip, growling and prowling over to you with obvious grabby hands as he pulls you close. Whether you did it intentionally or not, it has the same effect. Dante lets you know exactly what it does to him. The horndog.

If you’re bending over and have yourself braced and he’s within eyesight, you can bet your ass Dante will come over and hump at your butt jokingly. Although the erection pressing into your buttcheek is anything but a joke, he sings some random stripper song and feels up your thighs. Everything is with your permission, of course, sought long before he even dares to touch you like this.

If anyone else is around, he surreptitiously positions himself behind you so no one can see your underwear. He’ll still whistle, though, he’s an asshole but not that big of an asshole.

Nero

Nero is blushing like hell but he can’t take his eyes off you. Well, he tries, but his gaze always slips back to that strip of underwear that he spots. And if he angles himself juuust right he can see your butt crack and down your- He’s cut off by you standing up and backing up into him, pressing your ass against the slight bulge in his pants.

Now he’s flustered and stuttering when you tease him for his boner, caressing it if no one is around. While normally he’s glib and just says anything on his mind, right now he’s a little tongue-tied while you tease him even more when you pull down the hem of your pants just enough so he can see your underwear again. Oh god, do you really have to tease him out in the open like this? You really do enjoy humiliating him, don’t you.

If anyone else is around, Nero will try to distract anyone who looks like they’re staring in your direction. He’s chill, but he’s not that chill. And he’ll slice Dante up if the older demon hunter whistles in your direction again.

V

V sits back and enjoys the view, hand on his chin and lip between his teeth, gnawing at it as though to make up for not having his lips on you. If your pants slip too low, he’ll call out to you and alert you to your bared underwear. Otherwise, though, he’ll be content to watch your ass wriggle and your thighs flex as you go about doing what you’re doing. 

If you’ve given him permission to touch himself, you can bet he’ll be pressing his palm over his erection, trying his hardest not to slip his hand inside his pants so he can touch himself. It’s a little puzzling to him how a little slip of skin and fabric can get him so aroused, but he’s not complaining when you huff and get to your feet, stumbling over to his lap so you can claim what’s yours.

If you’re baring your underwear outside, V will insert himself between you and whoever else is around you, utilising his long coat to block anyone’s view of you. No one else shall lay their eyes on your underwear!

Vergil

Vergil sits back with a grin and crosses his legs, looking for all the world like a smug cat that ate the canary. He’s not ashamed of openly ogling your backside as it sways back and forth, as your pants or your shorts tighten over your ass so deliciously. If you take much longer, he might turn bratty and go over there himself to get a palmful of your heart shaped butt. Even if it gets him spanks.

It should perplex him how hot under the collar he’s getting when you’re still fully clothed, but really he’s just glad that he can be ready at a moment’s notice when you tell him to come over and help you get whatever you’re reaching for. Even when it’s right in front of you. It’s an excuse to get him close to you and he takes it, pressing himself up against your ass so he can assist. Normally grinding against your butt will get him punished, but your giggles and swaying of your hips reassure him that yes, he can put more pressure.

It started off subtly. You barely put your hand out for the menu and it appeared in your palm, opened up and placed right side up. Vergil doesn’t even take a glance at it, instead choosing to cross his arms and turn his frigid gaze to the diner window. 

“You, uh.” Nero offers his own menu to his father. “Not gonna take a look at the menu?” 

Vergil barely looks at him before grunting, “No.”

Dante just sighs and waves the waitress over. “Leave him alone. Vergil’s too good for diner grub. Hey, lady!”

“Be nice, Dante,” you admonish the red-clad devil hunter. “Hello, I’ll have a cheeseburger and a side of chips and a milkshake. Mr grumpy will have a chicken fried steak and a pot of lady grey tea. Thank you.” Closing the menu, you move to hand it to the waitress when Vergil takes it from your hands to hand it over for you. 

After the other two men order, they look at Vergil strangely. 

“Chicken fried steak? Really?” Dante taunts his brother. Then he turns to you, “And you’re ordering for him?”

Vergil slowly turns his head to his brother and pins a stony glare on him. “And? You have a problem?” 

“Just saying.” Dante throws up his hands. “But maybe V might’ve softened you up a little if you’re letting your old lady take the reins.”

Although you have a few choice words for the big mouthed demon hunter yourself, you elect to lean back and watch the show. Nero, too, looks like he’d rather be anywhere than between two feuding brothers.

Vergil uncrosses his arms and leans forward, putting his elbows on the table and lacing his fingers before his lips. “Jealous, are we, Dante?” Yamato hums at his side, as though thirsty for half-demon blood.

Energy whips around Dante, that usual glint of mischief entering his eyes as he also plants his forearms on the table, his lapels shifting to reveal his guns in their holsters. “Me? Jealous?”

At once, both rear their fists back.

Nero swears and jumps into action, both hands needed to wrangle Dante back into his seat. You, on the other hand, just use the back of your hand, just your fingertips really, on Vergil’s taut bicep to stop him. 

“Boys. If you cause a scene, I might get angry,” you murmur softly, your firm voice only outmatched by the stone in your gaze. “And I don’t think you’ll like me when I’m angry.”

Recalling the last time you got angry with him, Dante cringes and shrinks, holding his crotch as he seems to slide down the seat. “Point taken. I don’t think lil’ Dante will ever recover.”

Now it’s Vergil’s turn to smirk. “What was that about being whipped again, Dante?” 

Your eyes cut to your silver haired lover. “Vergil.”

Though his jaw twitches, Vergil stands down, adjusting his seat so he’s relaxed with his arms crossed once more. He slicks his hair back, huffs, and turns his gaze to the window. 

With everyone finally calmed down, the waitress comes by with the food. It’s a tense silence as she sets out the dishes, as you and her exchange pleasantries as you ask for additional condiments for the table. 

“Ketchup and sweet chilli for you, my dear,” you murmur softly to Vergil as you hand over the bottles.

Agitated as he is, Vergil still inclines his head and grunts a polite ‘thank you’. Dante and Nero watch in silence as you pass them their respective drinks and chosen condiments, also thanking you in a sheepish tone as you preside over them like a stern mother. Or an angry schoolmistress. 

“Now you are all going to get through lunch without sniping at each other. You will be nice. You will not fight. If I see or hear a single sneer or taunt, I will make you wish you never opened your mouth to begin with.” Your voice is level and calm, something dangerous roiling under the surface that sends chills down the boys’ spines. “Am I clear?”

“Yes ma’am,” Nero and Vergil chime in unison.

You turn your stern gaze to Dante. “Dante?”

He grumps and crosses his arms. But he nods. “Yes, boss. Can we eat now?”

Rolling your eyes, you dig into your food. “Yes, you petulant child. You may eat now.”

“Heh, petulant child.” It’s Nero this time who mutters it under his breath.

“Nero.”

You’re free to request for a fic in the future, but here are some headcanons/outlines of how I think it’d go :))

It’s gotta be one of the days where you’re teasing the absolute hell out of Vergil. Making him beg and growl for even a chance of getting an orgasm. He’s hard the second you swipe a finger over his length, leaking profusely as you tap your fingertip over his slit, and drooling from his mouth when you slip a finger into yourself and paint it over his lips. He’s this close to losing it when you edge him for the umpteenth time while sitting on his face.

That’s when his devil trigger...triggers, almost blasting you off him if it weren’t for his suddenly clawed hands holding your thighs tight. He’s snarling, his fangs bared and his breath scorching your inner thighs as he digs in and feasts on you, utilising the taste buds of his demon form to properly take your scent into himself. Of course, now his tongue is extra long and rough despite his lack of lips, so he slips that into you as far as it can go, scooping mouthfuls of your pussy juices out of you.

His dick also changes, becomes thicker, longer, and his veins are more pronounced. Not to mention the ridges. Oh lord, the ridges on that cock are god-like. Due to his taller stature and his bigger form, you can just barely get the tip into your mouth and that’s how you suckle on him, moaning happily as he brings you to orgasm over and over, somehow forgetting that he hasn’t cum in days. Oh, but don’t be fooled, he does remember. He’s just a lot more cunning about it now. He’s not going to outright disobey you and take control, he’s just going to manipulate things such that you just can’t resist bouncing on his cock until he inadvertently cums from it.

Normally Vergil’s very good at anticipating his cycles and estimating his heats. This time, however, it caught both of you off guard. It’s several crucial days early, surprising Vergil with its intensity and its swiftness as he trawls through the broken city of Red Grave for pockets of demons to destroy. It hits him when he’s off on his own to clear off stragglers while you scout ahead, leaving him painfully alone and vulnerable when the warmth inside him gets too much.

He tries calling out for you, his teeth gritted and Yamato pressed desperately against his lower belly to try and stave off the worst of it. This is bad. This is really bad. Fortunately for him, you’re not too far away and you’re drawn by his plaintive cries and the powerful scent of an omega in heat. You’re surprised too, almost struck dumb by how dishevelled he looks leaning up against the wall, his hair sticking to his face and his skin flushed bright red, his eyes just this side of too dazed.

You spirit him back to your safehouse as quickly as you can, thanking your luck at this is the most secure of your hideaways. No alpha should be able to smell him through your wards. Hopefully, anyway. Vergil is a mess the moment you step inside and lock and ward the door behind you, his incredible iron will holding back the worst of his heat until you both were safe. Once the wards settle into place, you can bet he’ll be on you once he shreds his clothes off his body.

Sorry about the wait! Hope you enjoy these headcanons!

Vergil likely doesn’t even look in your direction until you impress him - in battle or out of it. It could be when you match his poem with another of William Blake’s, shooting theories and analyses of his poems back and forth with Vergil until he’s absolutely smitten. It could be when you improvised with a weapon after you’ve been stripped of yours, fighting your way out of an impossible situation that Vergil thought would be your last. Or it could be when you treat him with such kindness, such courtesy, treating him like any regular person without fear or aversion.

He’s terrible at flirting. You’d think with the way he’s so eloquent with his recitals and his confidence off and on the battlefield, he’d be suave and sure of himself with you. Alas, that’s not quite the case. Vergil’s never had to really flirt and worm his way into anyone’s heart, they usually fell at his feet with just a glance if he so chose. With you, he’s careful, wary of the fact that you possess an equally authoritative aura as he does. He’s a little tongue-tied when your conversations turn to more casual topics, getting flustered when you ask him about himself, his hobbies, what he likes to do. Come on, Vergil, think of something smart and flirty to say! No, not that, fuck!

Vergil leaves you little gifts with handwritten letters and poems, his handwriting alternating between angled scribbles and slightly less than elegant calligraphy depending on how much time he has to write those love letters. And yes, they’re love letters even if all they consist of are poems and a quick sign of his name and yours at the bottom and the top respectively. Who else would he care about enough to devote this much time to write letters? Plus, he makes sure those poems are ones you like or ones that expresses his feelings about you.

I absolutely love that thought! That’s definitely entirely possible; Vergil doesn’t like being vulnerable, doesn’t like letting anyone into his bubble, and his throat would be the one thing he protects with his life.

You know Vergil absolutely hates it when you compare him to a feline. Or rather that you tend to associate most of his behaviour with that of a cat’s. The way he prefers to sit in the same room as you but apart from you, giving you your space while enjoying your presence. The way he sometimes begrudgingly accepts your fingers threading through his hair, the way he sometimes comes and presses up behind you and refuses to look you in the eye while he begs for affection. Absolutely cat-like. But the most feline behaviour of his is the way he fiercely guards his neck against friend and foe alike.

All 3 are under the cut since it’s pretty long. Enjoy!