#devil may cry x y/n

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˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . i don't know how to write anymore, but i know i like this meow meow. also, i linked the poem once it's mentioned. ˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . lowercase intended, 587 words, fluff with v.

with his dark green gaze fixed on the set of intriguingly meaningful words in his book, the same one that he never seemed to let go of, v seemed to pay little to no attention to his surroundings. or that was what it seemed like when a pair of hands went on his shoulders, an unexpected touch landed on him, almost making the dark-haired man jump high in surprise.

when he was about to express his certain annoyance at such an act clearly against him, knowing in advance that it'd have to be one of his friends, his words and thoughts were inactivated by the sound of lively laughter. it wasn't the first, and he hoped not the last, time that he heard such a joyful melody that not even the most virtuoso of musicians could reproduce in its likeness.

it's not that v was someone to whom love came easily. but, you made it easy, simple, and comfortable to feel that unique appreciation.

the corners of his lips soon lifted into a soft smile, one that was accompanied by a clear relaxation of his body. the sound of your laughter decreased in volume until only the previous silence of the room remained.

—i'm sorry for scaring you, –that was the first thing that came out of your sweet lips, a false apology that was made evident by that playful grimace on your features.

—i wouldn't be able to tell the authenticity of your words, –he laughed now, closing the book he was once reading and focused his attention on and only you; —not when that smile gives you away.

more laughter followed his words, a mix of almost angelic cacophonies to his ears. in a few moments being accompanied by his own one. how could he help but feel so alive when you were next to him?

it was so peculiar and unique that it was impossible for him to explain it verbally. after all, there were no words in any language to express every feeling and every emotion that you in him aroused just by your mere presence.

just the memory of your face, those eyes that seemed to shelter the most beautiful paradise in them... a loving sigh was all v could let out of him when those thoughts came to him.

raising his right hand, he made an inviting motion, asking you to sit next to him on that couch. an invitation that took little time for you to accept, quickly sitting on the free right side of the furniture, now finding yourself even closer to him.

—william blake? –you asked, your index finger pointing at the book resting on the nearby tea table.

in response, he nodded to continue his movements by stretching his right arm in front of them and taking the book in his hand. he once again turned behind to hand you the literary volume.

a side smile decorated his face, one which became more evident when you accepted his offering and, as if nothing had happened, opened the book to read the first poem that your eyes met. to his pleasant surprise, you even began to recite it out loud.

—he who binds to himself a joy does the winged life destroy. he who kisses the joy as it flies lives in eternity's sunrise. –you delivered its content calmly.

—eternity, right? –now knowing almost all of the poems by heart, v remembered the title of the piece, receiving a nod from you as an affirmation to his guess.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

«affectionate || Dante ||

A/n: Here is the long waited DMC drabble.

Prompt used:

[ affectionate ] sender plays with receiver's hair

Dante loves it when you play with his hair, his heart beats a little faster each time you do it. He’s used to the sex, the flirting he’s down in the past but this relationship is different.

With you it’s different, because with you he feels the love.

It was another lazy day, another day that he didn’t have to worry about assholes and killing demons, why? Because he has you sitting on his lap while you ran your fingers through his hair.

A light grumble escaping his lips as you ranked your fingers through his silver strands.

“You’re so cute.” You teased as your fingers then ran down his cheek, Dante’s hand quickly snatching it until he brought it to his lips giving it a small kiss.

“I’m not cute.”

Rolling your eyes you rested your head against his own as you cupped his cheek’s, the man slumping even further in his seat. “Then what do I call you?, oh all mighty Demon Hunter.”

Squeezing your hips, Dante grasped your hands them on his head so you could continue to play with his hair. “Sexy, hot…oh I can go on and on babe…but I gotta admit…you have some magic fingers.”

Humming you did your best not to snort, it was cute to see him so relaxed for once. “Only for you Dante.”

[xo2dee]

ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ᴍᴀʏ ���ʀʏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

ʟᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀꜱ

♱ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Vergil x (Fem)Reader

♱ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: MDNI/18+ only. rough sex, vaginal sex, clothed sex, orgasm delay/denial, dirty talking, biting, degradation, breeding kink, creampie

♱ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 4238

♱ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Vergil likes your skirt. You hate his vest.

♱ ᴀ/ɴ: don't even know what to say about this, just i was down horrendous back when i wrote it. and vergil's vest and the way it works is so interesting to me. idk why he dresses like victorian man but i love it

♱ twitter - ao3

Indented nearly in the door behind you with your dignity all but shattered in the actions of the man biting at your neck and scratching onto the wood, you wonder what transpired to lead you to getting your guts rearranged once more by your lover.

You may have thought you were fast with your hands, but Vergil was faster with his hips.

Honestly, you couldn’t remember how you two ended up in that position; the morning started off fine when you woke up to him still in bed with you for once. Granted you two were in one of your weird positions again, his hand on top of your head in a grip and your leg thrown over his abdomen as you both laid on your backs with the covers halfway off the bed. After that it was noon, everything was fine it seemed even if he was following you around on your heels for once and hovering over you like some animal would its food. You chalked it up to him being in one of his weird moods again and ignored it mostly by just sending him questioning looks and receiving absolutely no answer but the same intense stare. It wasn’t until around seven o’clock when Dante left that it happened.

Wait… You remembered exactly how you two got like that.

It was a few moments after Dante left proclaiming he wanted a strawberry sundae from his favorite diner and Vergil oddly staring at the closed doors for it to happen. You gave him another disturbed look when he just was openly staring at the door and his head slowly turned around like an owl to look back at you, his gaze falling to your exposed thighs from the skirt you wore. It didn’t register until later that he was listening to Dante leave and only acting when he knew his younger twin wouldn’t return so soon and not interrupt you two. Though when a silvery burning gaze returned to your face and his eyes met yours, the message was loud and clear.

A horny Vergil was a rather feral one.

(Not that it was a bad thing either.)

That was how you found yourself with your legs locked around his waist against the damn door to the shop and him dick-deep into your guts.

Moments before he shoved himself inside of you, and nearly splintered the wood with how hard his hand smacked onto the door while muttering about your skirt, you voiced your concerns of Dante walking back in but once Dante’s name left your lips Vergil’s lip curled in disgust and his hand covered your mouth, his brows furrowing as he hissed against your neck:

“Don't speak of him when we’re like this.”

Understandable. If you had a twin, you probably want to think about them during sex either, and with that you didn’t mention anything like that again deciding to busy yourself with something else. That something else being how you wanted to take his vest off.

You both were fully clothed mostly, but highly indecent. Your skirt had been pulled up as high as he wanted it and you don’t even know where your panties went – though the lacy fabric hanging from the inside of his one of his coat’s pocket told you exactly where they went – but it was efficient enough for him to finger you three knuckles deep with two fingers until you were wet enough from him to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants and press himself inside of you starting off at a harsh speed. You didn’t mind it, all moans and choked pants into his shoulder, but the friction from his vest rubbing against your thighs and beginning to chafe them was annoying you. It was then you decided to just take matters into your hands since he had no intention of removing it that time.

Your hands had been quick to remove his coat, Vergil not even acknowledging it as he nearly drove you into the door, and you were moving to remove his vest when you stopped, pulling away from sucking on his shoulder to look at the intricate piece of clothing. It was like it had two layers to it, the bottom one always zipped up to his damn neck and the top buttoned overtop of it in four ways, and while peering down at it you realized you didn’t really know how to remove it; Vergil almost always removed his own clothing during sex and you never paid attention to how he did so, too preoccupied with the pleasure he gave you. Still, you wanted it off and with him busying himself trying not to break the door and trying to shove his dick deeper into you, you knew asking him was out the question and decided to do it yourself.

You grabbed the first button and pulled –

It didn’t budge. You tried again.

It was still buttoned. You huffed, suddenly feeling rather determined. Were they fucking superglued?

You started aggressively tugging at his vest and that got Vergil to pull away from burying his nose in your hair and pull back far enough to look at you, all flushed cheeks and hair beginning to fall from its position. An eyebrow rose as he spoke, “What are you doing?”

You rolled your hips when he slowed down a pace, leaning back some to pull more at the button, “Trying to unbutton this goddamn contraption you wear. Why do you wear it like this?”

A breath came out of him, and a hand dropped to your thigh as his hips slowed to a deep roll that nearly made your eyes cross, “Why don’t you ask nicely, and I’ll take it off.” You didn’t necessarily like how low his octave got at that, nor how it sent a sharp twinge into your lower abdomen that he caught onto when you clenched around him. Tease.

“I don’t wanna – fuck – hear it, when, when you earlier –” you whined when his thumb pressed down onto your clit and slowly rolled it into circles – “earlier you were almost foaming at the mouth at me in a skirt.” Yeah, you got him that time, especially when you broke off into a moan when he pinched you. Bastard was getting off watching you struggle.

You didn’t take but a few seconds to start back up again tugging at the first button again when he didn’t answer, causing Vergil’s sigh as he pulled you closer and ultimately moved away from the door and plopped you down onto the couch on your back. You yelped at the sudden loss of him but didn’t have much time to worry too much about it when he was saddling onto the couch and canting his hips between your thighs again, the tip of him sitting right at your opening. You blinked when he took your hands and rested it on the button of his vest, eyes taking in the new smirk on his lips.

“Take it off and I’ll give you what you want.”

You rolled your eyes, "Don't be like that, I know just how bad you wanna –"

"No. Either do it or beg me."

You could feel your cheeks erupt in warmth at his declaration, eyelashes fluttering at how bad it turned you on as well. So, he was in that mood and wanted you to beg for it? Well, he could forget it, you were going to rip that vest off of him and make him eat his words.

Shooting him a glare and watching his eyes only seem to light up at it, you pulled at it, fingers digging into the fabric to increase the force. You fought back the needy little gasp when Vergil’s hands tightened around your wrists, and he caught himself on your opening. You knew what he was doing, trying to push you over the edge and make you beg for him to fuck your brains out. He was damn good at it too, you hated to admit.

His head tilted as he watched you struggle, “What is it? Are you too weak?” he pushed his hips forward and sat his length on your clit, rubbing it and relishing in when your hands began to tremble, and face scrunched up from the sense of it.

You were unconsciously rocking your hips, “Who’s weak? Weren’t you the one who couldn’t handle seeing me in a skirt?” Part of you was egging him on to see if he’d surrender his little game and just fuck you into the couch, but when Vergil set his mind to something, he committed.

Vergil rolled his neck and hummed when it cracked, eyes lidded as he stared down at you, “We can stay like this all night, doesn’t matter to me. Watching you suffer like this at my hands is…” his nostrils flared as he trailed off, his hips moving faster to rub against you.

You couldn’t help the gasp then, toes curling into his pant leg and hips lifting slightly as the presence of an orgasm near made itself known. Your thumb was rubbing against the button then, nearly forgotten as your brain began to focus more on your own pleasure and the approaching release you could feel spiraling in your cunt. Your chest began to heave as he picked up a speed, your fluids beginning to drip downwards into the couch cushions as your mind only focused on one thing. Vergil, Vergil, Vergil.

You back arched as it was on the cusp, your lower abdomen twisting as a moan was beginning to break out and ready to throw your head back while you cried out for him, and it was close, close, close –

He stopped.

You made an indignant noise as he pulled away and let his cock sit on your inner thigh, his mouth fully lifting at one side and giving view to one of his adorable dimples. “You –”

“Me? I told you what you have to do, and you haven’t done it. You can’t put the blame on anyone but yourself,” Vergil released your wrists and ran a hand through his hair, the sweat on his forehead glistening as he tilted his head back in the action. "The other offer still stands if you're truly that desperate for me."

You were gonna kill him.

You tugged viciously on the button then to force your mind away from the beg that was sitting heavy on your tongue, pissed he was winning his game over you. God, did he have a demon magic instilled in them? Was that why the damn things never once unbuttoned, or his zipper never slid down to show a sliver of his skin? Vergil moved again as another husky sigh fell from him, and he moved himself back to your sopping opening and you tugged harder –

The top two buttons came undone and his reply to that was instantaneous.

He pushed himself halfway inside you then and you choked at the sudden intrusion, back arching and body jolting. Without thinking you tightened around the part of him inside of you while scrambling your hands up to reach for his zipper, only being stopped when he snatched both of your hands again with one of his own and steadied the other one on your hip. A tsk came from him at your reaction as he shallowly began to push in and out of you.

“That’s the first two, can you do the last two or are you ready to cave and beg me like the whimpering whore you are?” his words came out into a hiss at the end and if you were in your right mind, you would’ve noticed the near inaudible groan he let out as finished his sentence. It would’ve clued you in that he was less composed than he was letting off.

“Ass,” you grunted out and drew off into an actual whimper when his thumb returned to press onto your clit hard. You pressed your cheek into your shoulder and looked up at him, nearly shying away from how he was analyzing your every facial expression and every move your body made. His eyes were heavy on your own and you wiggled your hands in his grip to signify you were ready to try again.

The half-demon hummed and obliged your request, moving to set them on the third button before dropping his other hand and palm your breast through your shirt. Your eyes fluttered again when he circled your breast in the same motion as he was your clit, your hands beginning to shake again when he picked up the speed and your orgasm was right back on its track again.

Your mouth was moving before you could stop it, “Don’t tease me.”

“Hmm?” he leaned closer, angling his head so your mouth was closer to his ear, “Are you begging?”

You blew air into his ear and watched the hair stand up on the back of his neck, “Hardly.”

You absolutely did not like the look he got in eyes when you answered with that, stopping his hips from moving altogether and his rubbing on your sensitive parts and you curled your toes into his pant leg harder until you felt the pinch of his skin. “What’s wrong?” You hated how smug he sounded, wanting nothing more to wipe off the shitty, handsome ass smirk he was giving you. If he could tease you, you could tease him.

You got an idea then, pulling at his buttons again as you clamped down around him, your warm and wet walls encasing the inches of him that were inside of you in retaliation to his edging. You nearly wanted to laugh when Vergil’s eye twitched and a small movement of his nostrils flaring being the only thing that told you that it affected him. Feeling spiteful and knowing that perhaps you’d regret it, you released him and rolled your hips, tightening down on him again in the process and repeating it in intervals as his grip on your body released and his eyes moved down to watch you move. You had him.

It didn’t last long though, on a time around you leaned back and sighed as you could feel your release building back up again, Vergil’s hands were fast to grip your hips in a bruising hold and stop your movement, his face leaning back down with expression back in that near pout he generally had and lips losing the smirk they once held. “Unbutton them.”

Vergil’s voice no longer held that teasing tone it had taken earlier, rougher and how he normally sounded when he spoke when he was feeling agitated. If you weren’t nearly about to combust you would’ve laughed at him for being so worked up, but you yourself had been point five away from begging him to rearrange your insides and you wanted so badly to cum you couldn’t stand it.

You listened to him then, fingers dipping into the dark fabric and pulling –

The last two came unbuttoned together as well and one hand of his shot up to unzip the underlayer of his vest, shrugging it off when he got it completely down and throwing it into the floor in a manner, he typically would have turned up his nose at. Meanwhile you were doing quick thinking; both times they came off he had sighed or made some sort of indication he was getting fed up… and what were the chances you unbuttoned them both… and how they unbuttoned finally after he told you to do it again…

That bastard.

You voiced that, “You plotting ass, you were the reason they wouldn’t come unbuttoned, what the Hell were you doing? Holding them together with demon magIC AH –” you didn’t get a chance to finish your rant when he pulled out what he had inside of you and harshly pushed himself back in all inches bottoming out like that. Your hands found purchase onto his newly bare back, and you dug your nails into his skin while your back arched as one arm of his curled around to hold you closer to him, his other hand slithering around to hold the nape of your neck while he mouthed at your neck in kisses of all teeth and tongue. A loud moan you let out in his ear had him biting into the skin of your neck and fingers digging into your back at the scale of it.

Vergil’s hips were moving faster than they had been earlier when you two were up against the door, his dick really feeling like he was deep into your guts then and had you gasping for breath each time the tip of him pressed against the restriction inside of you. Your thighs were the ones quivering then as your orgasm began to coil up inside of you once more and you had no doubt that he’d let you achieve it that time if the fast and harsh breaths coming loudly coming from his nostrils were telling you anything. Your hipbones were knocking together in a fervent hurry, and you doubled down onto him in a squeeze as he released your neck leaving behind a bruise of red and saliva on your skin to opt for sucking on your mouth and groaning into it when you scratched your nails down his back.

You mumbled into his mouth, “Vergil, please, harder.” He bit your lip.

Your noses knocked together and he nearly had you imprinted into the couch with how rough he began to kiss and fuck into you while the hand at your nape moved to grab a thigh and pull it higher to sit under his armpit as he experimentally rolled his hips around until you squeaked when he finally found the weak spot inside of you. You were moaning and babbling into his mouth then as he got tough with his dick kissing that point in you that had you tangling a hand into his hair and the other settling on his defined abdomen that began to grow slick with sweat. His hand gripped your thigh harder as he felt your insides begin to flutter around him, a warning that you weren’t going to last much longer.

And neither was he, given his arm unwinding from your back and the other moving away from your thigh to grip the couch arm above your head and all fingers digging grooves into the leather in an attempt to hold himself together.

You locked your legs around his waist in a last effort before your impending relief and pressed your mouth closer to his ear, “Are you gonna cum in me?”

Your lover’s face scrunched up. “Don’t.”

“You’re going to, aren’t you?”

His eyes peered down at you under knitted brows, “You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

“As much as I know you do... C'mon Vergil, cum in me and make me yours.”

It was a fleeting little bite on your part, the both of you already knowing you were his, but it got you the reaction you wanted. 

His jaw clenched and you could almost see the vein rise from his temple as he stopped his movements and anchored his hands deeper in the couch, his upper body slightly raising as he pulled out –

Only to slam back in inside of you in his own spiteful rebuttal against you trying to set him off with just your words. You threw your head back in a silent moan as he repeated the action, and your toes curled from the rough treatment and sensation while your hands found new placement on his shoulders. You weren’t winning that round and a drawn-out moan of his name let him know that. He picked up the pace and your eyes screwed shut when he began grunting louder and the noises went straight to your throbbing cunt. You squeezed around him one last time –

Your cunt trembled around him and then your much-wanted orgasm was flushing through you, a tremor of extreme pleasure prickling you from the base of your spine down into the tips of your toes. You were squirming and gasping into ear by then as you tightened your hold around his waist in near death-grip, with Vergil’s hands tearing into the couch as the stuffing finally pulled through. You rolled your head to the side feeling the gush around him and the noise your bodies made finally entering your senses, chest heaving, and mind riddled with endorphins as you waited for his own end.

It didn’t take much longer when Vergil let out a near snarling groan and bit into the junction between your neck and shoulder, arms flexing as he full-on tore the arm of the couch cushion apart. You whined at the treatment but wiggled again when you felt the all-telling warmth of his release coating the inside of your cunt, his hips stuttering as he released it all inside of you and ran off the high of the feeling for a few moments. Once his hips stopped and he remained still inside of you, his mouth latched off of your skin to let him breathe against it in huffs instead. The cushion above you creaked as he released the harsh hold on it, arms moving to wrap around your waist as you both caught your breath and basked in the aftermath of it all.

It was silent besides your breathing and when your legs finally unlocked and dropped spread open, he pulled out of you, and you wrinkled your nose a bit when you felt some of his cum seep out of you. Normally you didn’t care, loving the feeling of practically being stuffed, but if it got on the couch…

You wrapped your arms his torso and pushed him upwards, somehow managing to get him to sit up, and as you both came to sit up you shot him a look, “I don’t want to stain the couch.”

Vergil leaned back and rested his head on the back of his couch, looking quite relaxed while closing his eyes in the process. Well, he looked satisfied, a far cry from how he looked earlier that day waddling around behind you like a vulture looking for its prey. He didn’t answer so you continued, “Also, how are you gonna explain the couch?”

He peered at you then, moving his eyes to settle on the couch arm behind you as you expectantly looked at him, pulling your skirt back down to appear decent, “We’ll sort it out.”

“’We’?”

“Yes, it was a team effort.”

“How… it was your hands.”

“I can’t focus with you sounding like a wanton temptress in my ears.”

“Okay ‘unbutton my vest and I’ll give it to you good’.”

Vergil sneered at you then, fixing his pants and tucking himself back in before a hand shot out and wrapped around your wrist and he fell back, dragging you to lie on top of him with a hand on the back of your head and the other resting on your lower back. You pouted against his chest with your cheek squished against him but ended up smiling into it at his behavior. It wasn’t often he cuddled but when he did it was nothing short of blissful. Listening to his heartbeat and being lulled by his rising and falling chest, you nearly fell asleep if it weren’t you suddenly remembering his vest.

You rose your head and glared at him, watching him peek at you with one eye from the action, “Are you gonna explain why your vest was so hard to unbutton? Or why it magically did it whenever you wanted it to?”

He closed his eye, “No.”

“Vergil.”

“…”

“It was demon magic, wasn’t it?”

“…You ask far too many questions.”

“It’s not like I didn’t like it.”

Both of his eyes opened then, and you knew you caught him, “Mmm.”

“Yeah, maybe next time do it to your belt cause I know you like it when I beg,” you hid the grin in his chest again as his eyes flitted to the ceiling, a calculating glint in them and you realized he truly was thinking of a scenario like that. He then lowered them and shot you a withering glare, aware you caught him.

“Minx.” You laughed and settled back down into his pectoral closing your eyes as his fingers rubbed a pattern into your lower back, and eventually lulling back to sleep from his petting.

You woke up around midnight back into your bed with your lover by your side and both of you back into your sleeping clothes and in another odd cuddling position. You didn’t question it as you were too groggy and fell back asleep and slept into the well hours of the morning with a sore lower body and a contented smile on your lips. However once up for the day and walking around, Dante had approached you both to ask about the couch. In both of your geniuses combined you answered him at the same time:

“A demon attacked.”

“Her nails got stuck in it.”

…

Dante sighed and rubbed a hand down his face. He didn’t believe either of you, but he still smacked his brother’s back in a display of pride for ‘having it in him’.

You both still had to fix the couch though.

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

On the same track that Vergil would really learn from human s/o that would make him more accpetable of his human side, I think Dante would work best with demon s/o, like full-blooded demon. Because if you think about it, not many fictional world have demon race that has say in whether it wants to be good or not. In a lot of world if you are a fiend, you are evil no discussion. In DMC demonic being often choose to live amongst humans unbothered, if not neccesarily fighting for good.

And Dante's biggest reason why he avoids intimate relationships is the fear they get hurt because of him, so he needs someone who can take care of themselves. Not to mention that being part demon and being part of that world is what scared most of his previous partners. Demon partner would understand things that human partner just cannot. Most importantly I think loving full fledged demon would reinwoke his belief that even demons can see the light and he can accept the demonic part of himself. Something he struggled his whole life.

[lexsssu]

Fan (Dante)

TAGS: Dante/F!reader, lactation kink, pregnancy kink, breeding, smut, drabble Ao3 ver. | Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN)

Iɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ ғɪɴᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴏᴡ ᴏғ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʟʏ ɪʀʀᴇsɪsᴛɪʙʟᴇ.

“Mmmmm…can’t keep my hands to myself when you look so sexy waddling around like that, babe. ”

Dante never really thought about having kids, nor did he ever think he’d have a kink for MILFs. But of course, life did love proving him wrong time and time again, especially when it served him a positive pregnancy test from his lover. Safe to say that he finally pulled out the ring he’d long been planning on presenting you, unwilling to not take responsibility for the two most precious things in his life.

“Never been into MILFs, but if it’s you? Consider me your number one fan~”

The devil hunter’s big, rough hands palmed at your hefty tits through the fabric of the shirt you’d appropriated from his side of the closet, pinching your puffy nipples and groaning when droplets of milk moistened the cloth. 

Having heightened demon sense was normally a blessing, especially in his profession, but being able to smell your intoxicating scent that emanated from both your cunt and milk-filled tits regularly tested his self-restraint as your pregnancy progressed.

“I’m sure you won’t mind if I have a ‘lil taste, right? Don’t worry, I won’t leave you thirsty either…”

With your arms wrapped around his neck, his own lips busy sloppily slurping at your left breast while his hand played with the other, and your pussy stuffed full with his cock, there is no place Dante would rather be.

[actuallysaiyan]

She Keeps It Pumping Straight To My Heart(Vergil x Fem!Reader)

warnings: mentions of having a baby, Vergil is needy, smut, creampies, unprotected sex, mentions of breeding word count: 0.9k pairings: Post DMC5!Vergil x Fem!Reader a/n: This just kind of popped into my brain! Hope you enjoy!

He shouldn’t want this. Not at his age or with the way things have gone in his life. Even with the way things ended up with his first son, Vergil knows that having another child might be the wrong idea. This nagging sensation deep inside of him lately makes him think that you could be the right person to have this with.

Even Dante and Nero notice a change in Vergil. He’s less abrasive, less angry. They even see a smile on his face, which makes them both feel very much at ease. They know that Vergil needs to know real peace, and you are the one to bring it to him.

This all culminates one night into something so passionate and loving. With the two of you freshly showered and now lying in bed, in crisp fresh sheets, you are caressing one another. Sweet, loving kisses are shared.

“What’s gotten into you lately?” you ask, a smirk on your face.

Vergil chuckles, “Ah, so you’ve noticed it as well.”

He then maneuvers you both so that he’s on top of you, your legs spread for him. Still, his kisses are gentle and loving, but you can feel the heat growing in them. He grunts softly as he ruts against you, his cock becoming unbearably hard.

“We’ve been together for quite some time, yes?” he wonders out loud.

“Yeah, almost two years now.”

The words that come from your pretty lips both excite and warm his heart. He never knew he could have a love so pure and so tender for this long. Even at the beginning of your relationship, Vergil thought he’d fuck it up somehow and lose you forever. But you proved to be resilient and determined. You loved him for who he was and you weren’t just going to abandon him. Vergil meant everything to you, especially after he saved your life from a horde of evil devils.

Vergil breathes, “I think…I think I want another baby,”

You giggle nervously, “Another baby? But you only met your son when he was an—”

He interrupts you with another kiss, “You’ll give me a baby, won’t you?”

Your heart skips a beat. How are you supposed to deny such a request? You stutter out the word “yes”, but you nod as well to let him know you’re more than interested. With your arms around his neck, he moves you into a more comfortable position.

“Just the thought of carrying my seed must excite you,” Vergil comments as he uses the tip of his cock to smear your arousal all over your tight hole. “You’re already so wet,”

He continues his teasing for a while, making sure to tap the tip of his cock against your swollen clit. You never thought you’d get to this point in your life, but you cannot deny the fact that having a child with Vergil would be amazing. The thought of making a baby is exciting too.

He captures your lips in a kiss as he presses himself into you. You’re both panting and moaning as he bottoms out, leaving you both a little fucked out already. Vergil smirks when he realizes this is actually going to happen. You’re going to be carrying his child.

Your hands soothe up and down his back as he starts a slow pace, getting you both used to these sensations. Vergil finds it hard to not blow his load from the beginning, as he always gets so over excited to make love to you. He takes a deep breath before pressing your legs to your chest which places you in the perfect mating position.

“You will carry my seed in your womb,” Vergil says, his voice full of need and lust.

“Yes, yes! Please, Vergil!” You cry out, his cock bullying the sweet spot so deep inside of you.

His hand traces down your chest to your core, rubbing the swollen clit that’s just begging for attention. Your eyes screw shut as he begins pounding into you, making you feel that familiar tightening in your stomach. Your cries of love and ecstasy begin echoing off the walls.

“That’s it, sparrow,” he coos at you. “Milk my cock. Be a good girl and milk my cock,”

His words arouse you as much as they surprise you. He’s not usually one to talk filthy like this, and it’s just fueling your fire even more. It takes but only a few more thrusts to send you over the edge.

Tears slip down your cheeks at the intense pleasure. Your spongy walls squeeze and contract around his throbbing cock, milking him for his warm and thick seed. He’s grunting and growling, his voice sounding almost distorted. And with a passionate and hungry kiss, Vergil spills himself so deep inside your pulsing walls.

The two of you continue to grind against one another, riding out the remnants of what is the most intense orgasm you’ve both felt in forever. And when Vergil pulls away, you almost think he’s going to get up to get you something to drink. It’s just that the sight of his thick cum running out of your puffy cunt sends him into a frenzy.

You cry out as he slams himself back into you, clearly not done.

“I said I wanted to have another baby,” Vergil huffs as he fucks himself into you. “And we are going to have another baby.”

[rosewood-multifandom-writer]

Devil May Cry Text Messages/SMAU Presents:

Teaching Vergil How to Use His Phone. (Implied Relationship, Slice-Of-Life)

Summary: Y/N and Vergil text each other for the first time, with Vergil trying to get used to it.

Content Warning(s): None.

Author’s Notes: The app I used is called “Text Stories” on the Apple App Store. Ignore the other ones because some of them are trashy and greedy. This is me testing the waters with this, so if it’s written all weird, that’s why.

[jotaroswh0re]

NSFW head canons for the dmc boys

*he loves period sex. Just look at the motherfucker, he is a v.a.m.p

* he loves slapping you and being slapped nuff said

* he’s got pussy eating lips and loves when you squirt all over his face

* the best fucking phone sex. His voice is like audio porn and it’s guaranteed to make you cum

*”don’t worry, I’ll be gentle”

* puts his fingers in your mouth and makes you suck on them

* play with his hair while he eats your pussy and he’ll be like putty in your hands

*he whimpers

*his dirty talk is poetic

* if you bite his neck he’ll have to use all his energy to not cum right on the spot

* he’s got a surprisingly big dick and when he pulls it out it like “who’s horse is that?”

*he loves when you ride him while you’re in the bathtub it’s just so intimate and makes his heart melt

*aftercare with him is just him cleaning you up and both of you just falling asleep naked

*he doesn’t just eat pussy, he slurps that shit up like he hasn’t drank anything in days

*he also eats it from the back

* he LOVES sloppy head. Choke on his dick and watch him go absolutely feral. He just loves seeing spit and cum all over his dick and balls and all over your face.

*he loves seeing your makeup smear and run down your face. It boosts his ego seeing the before and after iykyk

* he smacks your ass all the time. Even when you’re not fuckin he’ll just give you a swift smack to the ass whenever he feel like it. What can I say he’s an ass man.

* he is talkative and he moans and groans a lot. He all up in your ear like “you like that, baby?” “Does that feel good?” “Fuck- your pussy feels so fucking good” ik it’s kinda cringe but we both knows it’s true

* he has you sit on his lap naked while he’s fully clothed and plays with your pussy until you squirt all over his leather pants

*when in doggy he likes when you throw your ass back on his cock

*he secretly like when you grab his ass during sex

*he rubs your clit while so fuck because he likes making you really wet

* when you’re done he’ll immediately makes some corny joke and clean you up, get you some clothes and probably some pizza tbh.

* he loves when you sit on his face. Just having your pussy and you ass all up in his face makes him so fucking horny

* he loves giving you hickeys on your neck, tits, thighs and stomach. He loves getting hickeys on his neck, chest, stomach (hickeys on his abs though 😩)

*he loves when you have longs nails because he likes when you scratch his back up when he’s on top

*he grabs you waist or hair while in doggy for support

*he films y’all fucking sometimes and jerks off to it whenever you’re not around

* he’s got the best sex playlist trust 🤞

*he likes when you’re a little sassy and talk back to him

* call him and asshole or sumn and he’ll lose his fucking mind.

* he fucks HARD but he doesn’t fuck really fast though and it’s the perfect pace

*like Dante, he rubs your clit while you fuck

*if you’re being excessively bratty he’ll tie a vibrator on to your clit until you pass tf out

* if you tell him that he’s not going hard enough then he’ll try to prove you wrong by rearranging your guts and making your legs shake

*aftercare is him getting you water, cleaning you up, getting you clothes and depending on the time of day he either orders food for the both of you or cuddles you to sleep.

[kitsunefox1108]

Hello! how have you've been? i hope you're doing great! so, may i please request a Vergil and Dante (separate) x Virgin! Fem Reader? This idea have weeks in my head, so finally i decided to make this request xD anyways, i hope this is okay for you (also, sorry for my bad english, it's not my language) have a nice day! — 🐰 Anon

WARNING: SLIGHT NSFW!

Vergil doesn't think being a virgin is a bad thing.

He is not a master at … carnal pleasures. Even if he had experience, so he himself is not very familiar with all this. And if you don't want to have sex with him, that's okay, he'll understand.

Your comfort and convenience was important to him. He will try his best to make you happy. So if you agree to a big step… he will try to deliver as much pleasure as you deserve in his eyes.

Dante is surprised.

However, he doesn't mind.

Yes, he sometimes teased you about this, but not because he wanted to offend you. Because he likes your embarrassment.

That's why he sometimes teases you so much when his hands seep through your shirt during a kiss..

But, he will never allow himself to go further if you don't. He is waiting for your consent. And he's waiting for you… to tell him what you want. Show him you're ready.

And then… he will plunge you into the world of pleasure, you only need to ask

[issa-pheonyx]

Yandere-sub!Dante X GN!Reader🔪🌶️ [DMC3]

𝗜𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗗𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝗟𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗳𝘆 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶��𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂~😈🌚

▌│█║▌║▌║ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ║▌║▌║█│▌

-I'm sure you already where this is going. Come on, this is Dante. Son of Sparda and human mother, Eva. Twin brother, Vergil. He's got it all and as much he doesn't want to be reminded by his father from the power he holds...you seem to reflect the human side of his to live life even if it means being a pain in the ass to you LMAO

-Anyways, it is never boring with him nor his affections. He's got that arm around your shoulder walking with you on whatever troll or shit talking he's got going with, the spaces between you is inches away, holding you close when danger is too close to you, shooting all the demons away from you when you are injured (more like a scratch on the shoulder, but whatever feeds your delulu, Dante), and so on

-As much as you want to hate this guy it is impossible, because he is naturally funny that you can't help, but smile or burst out laughing. He is aware of it, obviously, and there are times he is also smiling and laughing with you. He would have to hold onto your arm as he is almost on the floor dying laughing or hugging you down and you're both crying from laughing on the floor. He is such a comedian

-Sure, when you try to comfort him he just brushes it off being the tough guy and funny jokes, but you were the only one to push him out of that barrier making him obsessed trust you and fall for you so quickly. He never had that kind of treatment from anybody besides his mother, but now that she is gone, he sees you as a sign of hope for not only to heal...but, to let him know that the part of him is still human just like you

-He is protective of you since you are a full blooded human. He does not want you to be injured regardless how minor or major it is. He wants you spotless from any pain. At first it was cute, but it got out of hand when he was so pushy about it that you can barely do any patrol killing demons intruding human spaces

WARNING!!! Spicy after this thread [MDNI🔞]

-Listen...actually hear me out, okay? This man does not feel pain. He has taken hits from humans by their punches, kicks-everything (yeah no shit, Sherlock). JUST LISTEN-pain is nothing to him. Fucking slap him in the face when you ride him, pull his hair back when you're breaking his back, spank him and he will give you a fucking devious smile telling you that was nothing just to piss you off

-Seeing you pissed off gets him so turned on, because he turns into a brat and challenge you that you can't do shit to him...cut to him tied up and having ass red and hot from the spanking, gagged that his drool soaks on the rag, his legs malfunctioning from climaxing so much. So, when he is purposely trying to piss you off...just beware of it

-Now he wouldn't make you jealous as he does have his way of trolling such flirty encounters aka Nevan for example, however he is the one who would be jealous. Plus, it is much more worse when he finds out his brother takes a liking of you (that's for another day though~). So, what he would do is have this demon death grip on you and would nuzzle against your skin-wherever it is exposed to let other demons of all kinds that his scent is now latched onto you and they should back off. Your scent on him? Well...he has special souvenirs kept back in the shop safely

-He is willing to breed you or you breed him. He would be more than happy to receive both. Will fucking be on cloud nine that after breeding you or being bred by you that you hover his face for him to clean or you get down to business to clean him up. His arms will be locked on those legs, so don't worry about suffocating him he can obviously handle it. He will grind his ass back into your face to push your tongue in deeper in his hole

-Sucking you off or eating you out is his favorite thing. He wants to gag and choke on your cock that it becomes so sloppy that you just grab his fucking head and face fuck him until you cum your hot nut inside his throat or pull out to cum on his face and the leftovers on his tongue dripping out. Grip on his hair and roll your hips as he is eating your pussy having his long tongue licking the folds, slipping the tongue inside, his nose swiping on your clit like a credit card (SORRY I CAN'T-), and when you squirt your juices that he moves away a little with his tongue out to have it splash on his face and have some land inside his mouth

▌│█║▌║▌║ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ║▌║▌║█│▌

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴! 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁. 𝗠𝘆 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗦𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹~🖤🫣

[crookeddefendorbanana]

"Bound by Obsession"

Warning: This story contains themes of obsession, possessiveness, and a lack of consent. Please proceed with caution.

You woke up to the sound of footsteps echoing through your room. Confused and disoriented, you tried to open your eyes, only to find that you were completely cocooned in a web of blankets and pillows. Panic washed over you as you struggled against the soft restraints, but the bindings only tightened in response.

"Dante? Vergil? What's going on?" you called out, your voice muffled by the plush fortress surrounding you.

The two familiar voices chuckled from somewhere within the room, their tones laced with an unsettling mix of amusement and possessiveness.

"Don't worry, little one. We're just taking you to Devil May Cry," Dante replied, his voice filled with a disturbing affection.

"Yes, we can not have you wandering off," Vergil added, his voice colder but no less intense.

You felt yourself being lifted, the cocoon of blankets cradling your body as you were carried out of your room and into the familiar confines of the Devil May Cry office. Dante and Vergil gently placed you on a comfortable couch, making sure you were snugly cocooned in your makeshift fortress of warmth.

Dante's eyes sparkled with an unhealthy fixation as he watched you struggle against the blankets, relishing in the sight of your helplessness. He discreetly used a belt to secure the cocoon in place, preventing any chance of escape.

Vergil, on the other hand, busied himself in the small kitchenette adjacent to the office. He prepared a sumptuous meal with meticulous care, selecting only the finest ingredients. Every slice, every stir, was done with an obsessive focus, ensuring that you would be nourished to his exacting standards.

Days turned into weeks, and the brothers never wavered in their vigilance. They watched over you, ever-present, their fixation bordering on madness. You were no longer just a person to them; you were their possession, their obsession.

But as time passed, you began to regain your strength. The fever that had confined you to your bed started to fade, and you could feel the return of your vitality. You tried to communicate this newfound wellness to Dante and Vergil, but they refused to believe you.

"No, little one," Dante cooed, his voice laced with desperation. "You're still weak. You need to rest. We'll take care of you."

Vergil's eyes hardened, his grip on the belt tightening. "You're not leaving this cocoon until we're sure you're fully recovered. We can't risk losing you again."

Their overprotectiveness grew suffocating, suffusing the air around you with a sense of despair. You longed for freedom, for the chance to breathe without the weight of their obsession bearing down on you.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. The cocoon became your prison, the brothers your relentless captors. They fed you, cared for you, and ensured your comfort, but all the while denying your agency and freedom.

And as the dark tendrils of their obsession wrapped tighter around your life, hope began to fade. There would be no happy ending for you, no escape from their clutches. You were theirs, forever trapped in their twisted world of possessive love.

[spadesinred]

Late Night Cuddles - Vergil Sparda x Reader - (GN, FLUFF)

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•♤•

Summary: it was another late night, raining and soft breeze getting through your bones, vergil decides to help you warm up

(Fluff)

♡

It was pitch black outside the windows of your small yet cozy apartment, 7 months have passed since Vergil moved in with you in your nest (after you managed to make him tell you he actually had nowhere to stay and convinced him to move with you).

You were watching as some rain poured down from the starry sky, sitting on a couch as your blue lover was very focused on a book he brought with him, his left hand on his temple to support his head and his right hand passing through the pages every once in a while.

Silence was never a problem with you two, as it felt like a calming and comforting quiet place, it was always like this almost every night, you doing things around as Vergil was very intently eyeing a book, softly humming sometimes, which caused you to smile.

As the rain got a little stronger, some cold breeze managed to get into the house, now being not so cozy after all, you were shivering around, walking now closer to your boyfriend.

Vergil noticed your small mumbles and how you hugged your arms and shoulders, walking around.

"Dove, is something wrong?" The blue devil asked, not reading the book anymore, just staring at you with his usual expression, yet you always felt his love through his gaze.

"Yeah..it's just, it's getting pretty cold in here, nothing much..." you shaked your head off to prove a point to your statement, Vergil furrowed his eyebrows before softening his gaze and curving his lips a little.

"..hm....Come here, teacup" he shifted his body slightly to accomodate for you to sit close to him. Not even thinking twice, you sat beside him, blushing slightly,  it's not as if physical contact was rare between you two, (it wasn't very frequently, but it happened anyways).

As Vergil felt your warm body on his, he moved his right arm to rest on your shoulders to shield you from the cold weather outside, gently pressing his hand on your arm and rubbing it with soft caresses.

You had never seen Vergil be this forward when making physical contact, not that you complain about it tho.

You let your body relax and lay more naturally on his, resting your head on his shoulder, placing one hand on his chest, which was cozy thanks to his coat, yet the armour he wore made it slightly hard to the touch.

"That feels better?"he hummed, looking down to your eyes, this kind of small gestures were his way to show his affection and care for you, such small and pure things, they made you feel so giddy and flustered.

You nodded, Before he chuckled and pulled you closer to him, he then returned his gaze on to the book, his little smile was still there, he looked so pretty during these moments.

"Verg, read me something"

You asked him, with such a cute and pure face he couldn't deny, he chuckled softly again once he saw you, he petted your hair gently.

"Teacup, this is a demonic book, it only talks about horrors and mass murder, you don't want to stay up tonight, won't you?" He teased, but he was right, most of his books were about themes such as these,  books that could assist him in his search of Power.

"We're already staying up late, Verg" you hummed with a slightly tired expression, cuddling onto him, to which he chuckled again and smooched your forehead gently.

"We are? I'm not forcing you to stay up at such hours, Y/N"

This remark made you make a slightly annoyed look, you stayed up late with him because if you weren't there to coax him to go and have some rest, god knows when would he actually get some sleep.

"You know pretty well why do i stay up with you, love"

He grunted a little, before closing his book and wrapping his other arm around you, now trapping you in a hug, your chest resting on his, you legs tangling.

You gasped softly, to which the silver haired twin smirked to.

He rested his chin on your forehead, now you were snuggling on the couch, his hands on your back, rubbing up and down on your comfy night clothes, humming gently.

"I suppose today will be different, your shivers and mumbles distract me."

He pressed you against him again, he felt warm, nice, his scent filled your nose, to which you smiled, pressing a kiss on his neck.

"If this is how we will spend cold nights, i won't complain"

You pressed another kiss, and he gently rocked you two on the couch, you weren't cold anymore, not when your lover was there for you.

You both fell asleep soon, you were nuzzling on his neck, he was petting your hair lovingly, before closing his eyes.

♡

[flame-wing-dragon-phoenix123]

Devil May Cry X Arcane: League of Legends

[xo2dee]

ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ᴍᴀʏ ᴄʀʏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

ʟᴇᴛ'ꜱ ᴍᴏᴄᴋ, ʙᴀʙʏ

♱ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Vergil x Reader

♱ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: None

♱ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1971

♱ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: In which you learn that Dante can mimic his twin that it's almost scary, so naturally you want to know if Vergil is able to as well.

♱ ᴀ/ɴ: sometimes i giggle thinking about how vergil does the same exact dorky shit dante does, thus this was born

♱ twitter - ao3

“And why not?”

“I said no.”

“We’re alone, just once.”

“No.”

“I don't like you.”

“…”

You didn’t expect to get a response after that one, especially when he practically turned his back to you on the bed and dug his nose deeper in the book. You let go of his arm and fell back into the many pillows with a loud sigh, hoping he got the memo it made you upset – you weren’t really upset, you just liked teasing him. When he didn’t spare as much as a glance to you, you turned your gaze to the ceiling and pouted.

What were you annoying your surly lover about currently? Well…

It had all started earlier in the day, Dante and Vergil were getting along remarkably well until one made a remark about the other’s hair, out of absolute nowhere. Dante had told his elder twin that he looked like ‘Beethoven with that receding ass hairline’ and Vergil being his calm self had gotten pissy about that remark – you knew if it was one thing he hated, it was insults about his hair – and spouted off into some words you didn’t even know existed insulting at his younger twin. Vergil was a tranquil fury, often using words before he full-on threatened people with just so much as unsheathing the Yamato, and somehow it had almost gotten to them duking it out in a sword fight in the lobby again if you hadn’t walked in.

After sitting on the couch with your half-demon in attempts to diffuse the situation, they started again, though that time was something you had never expected. Dante had been flicking his hair and fiddling with it and muttering about how he needed a haircut when he pushed it back on his head. The slicked back style was nearly identical to Vergil’s and it fascinated you how they could look so different with opposite hairstyles, yet the exact same when wearing the exact same style. You had been glancing back to and from them both a little too obviously and had caught Dante’s attention, and he grinned.

Oh God.

He stood up from behind his desk then, and you noticed Vergil cut a glance to him quickly before going back to reading, leisurely walking over to stand near you two as he cleared his throat and pushed his hair back to sit more securely on his head. Then, he spoke and…

“Foolishness, Dante, foolishness. Is being a prick all you can do?”

Your jaw had unlocked a choked laugh leaving you before trying to cover it up with a cough, not just because Dante was purposely trying to rile up his twin again, but the frightening way Dante had mimicked him. It was uncanny, down to the nasal tone of his voice and the colorful insults he always came up with. How was that even possible? Was it because they were twins? No, they didn’t have the same voice at all. Maybe it was the demon blood in them, granting them abilities that might’ve been useless in retrospect but made for great talents. Either way, you were floored, and a little creeped out that Dante managed to sound exactly like him.

If Dante can do it, then…

Vergil’s book snapped shut. You were bracing yourself.

He rose then, probably more angry than he looked, and his hand was already making forth for the Yamato, “You dare mock me?”

At times you wondered how they were even brothers, but the way they fought over the pettiest shit really sold it. Especially when Dante’s response was parroting him back in the exact voice, “You dare mock me?”

“Oh my God.”

You had stopped it then, knowing Vergil was point five away from shish-kabobbing Dante with his sword, dragging your lover away to your shared bedroom as Dante cackled – disturbingly in Vergil’s voice – to keep them from blasting a hole in the walls again or throwing the other one through the ceiling again. After all that and Vergil seemingly calm – ??? – Dante left declaring he was getting pizza and that left you two alone in the shop, and that’s when you started.

You wanted to hear it, you wanted to hear Vergil speak like Dante. It didn’t have to be the same exact tone – that’d probably traumatize you – you just wanted to hear him say one of the catchphrases Dante did; it’d be funnier in his voice anyway. You had heard on more than one occasion Vergil say ‘Jackpot’, no matter how many times he grouched about how he didn’t say it. Yeah, okay bub, he could tell himself that but you distinctly remember hearing him saying it once and when he turned to see you standing there, he had puffed up like a rooster and stalked off. He was so cute when he was embarrassed.

You followed him around for a while after, literally waddling behind on his heels and holding onto one of his belt loops whenever he’d try to escape you. He knew you wanted something, and it was something he didn’t want so he was ignoring you, not because he was being an asshole to you, but because his sixth sense was tingling whenever he knew you or Dante were plotting. You tried to ease him into it but the man was about as stiff as a board and only threw you disgusted glances and ‘No’s.

That left you both currently in your bed as nighttime rolled in. Dante hadn’t returned and you knew he’d maybe only do it for you if he couldn’t hear him, so you would take intervals in asking him to do it, your latest blowing as well. If you had guessed, Vergil probably thought himself above using Dante vocabulary, and he was probably miffed that you had laughed too.

You looked at the back of his head; normally he let his hair down for bed, though it was still in its usual get-up and you were probably the reason for that. He certainly knew how to hold grudges. You sighed and rolled over to face his back, “Look I said I was sorry for laughing, it just caught me off guard. I didn’t know he could do that, and I just wanted to know if you could too.”

Vergil’s back moved in a deep breath with a sigh, shutting his book as he rolled onto his back, “Why do you want to know so badly?”

Truthfully, you wanted to hear Vergil say ‘Hey, babe’, but you weren’t about to vouch that to him. “It’s interesting,” was your response.

His silvery eyes peered over at you then, “’Interesting’?”

You propped yourself up on your elbow, “I’m being serious, I’ve never seen twins do that, or anyone for that matter. It’s kind of weird if you think about it… Dante could pretend to be you.” His expression was nothing but offended, so you reiterated, “You know what I mean, and I know if Dante of all people can do it, than you can too.” Maybe if you stroked his ego a little bit, he’d give in.

It didn’t work. “I know what you’re doing.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

Vergil’s side eyes were godly, you don’t think anyone could replicate them, and you gave a sheepish grin at his glare. He sighed then, pinching the bridge of his nose, “You are insufferable.”

“Is that a no?”

You didn’t get an answer, only him closing his eyes to signify he was done with the conversation. You were not giving in though; you would hear him speak like Dante even if you had to beat it out of him – figuratively of course, you didn’t want to start a play fight and somehow get a long ass lesson of combat again. You had to change tactics, perhaps reverse psychology…

You gave a dramatic sigh, watching as he peeked a little when you flopped onto your back as well, and wistfully stared at the ceiling, “Maybe I was wrong then, maybe the great, big, bad Vergil lacks in one thing that Dante can better him in. A shame really.”

He was sitting up then and you almost laughed. His hair was beginning to fall from its grace as he glared down at you, “I do not lack in anything.”

You hummed, “Oh? You have to prove it, babe. If you don’t, I’ll just have to assume Dante’s up one point and better than you at something.” Hitting his ego seemed to always favor out than stroking it you figured out.

Vergil: 6

You: 4

His face twisted into a grimace and you didn’t have time to think about how he was probably insulted that you thought Dante was better than him. What a doof of a man, he was too easy to rile up sometimes. His jaw clenched and teeth pushing together he hissed at you, “What do you want.”

You sat up quicker than he probably expected and sat crisscross applesauce in front of him, “Just say something he says, you don’t have to do the voice, though you get Brownie Points if you do mimic his voice.” ‘Brownie Points’ being… you didn’t want to elaborate on that, Vergil was already feral.

The half-demon’s eyebrow rose considering your offer and he stared at you for a few moments before the loudest sigh you had ever heard fell out of him. He almost seemed melancholy as he rose his arms and used his hands to push his hair into his face, brushing it away from his face some to resemble his kin (though looking at him reminded you of the time you saw a picture of Nero with longer hair and you almost fell out of your seat on how much father and son looked alike).

You were nearly bouncing on the bed as he cleared his throat, trying to lower his voice into Dante’s and when he started looking like he was about to throw up it took all willpower you had not to laugh. He was silent for a few moments and then he opened and closed his mouth a couple times. The tension and suspense was killing you and you had half a mind to tell him to hurry up, though when he opened his mouth, nothing prepared you for what came out.

“Hey, babe, the name’s Dante and I’m here to party hard. Let’s rock, baby.”

“…”

“…”

…

Ew.

“That was… gross... and disturbing.”

He glared, the immediate Vergil back at your words, “You got what you wanted now leave me be,” he pushed his hair back on top his head and laid back on the bed facing away. He was embarrassed, how adorable.

You laid back down as well, trying to desperately just process what had happened. He had done it spot on just like his brother albeit his face was… horribly deadpan and in that expression he normally wore. But those words coming out of his mouth… and if he had said it in his own voice…

The first noise that escaped you was just air blowing through your nostrils. After that…

Vergil sighed when your own body began to shake the bed as you laughed, turning to look at you from over his shoulder, “Stop.”

“You... you said, ‘Let’s rock, baby’. I can’t breathe, who says that?”

“Dante.”

“Oh my God, please don’t ever do that again, it was so scary.”

“With pleasure, and I expect my reward in the near future.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’ll get your hanky panky.”

Once you had calmed down enough and he turned the light off for bed, you snuggled up with your arms around his bicep, a contented smile on your face, “Night, handsome.”

It was silent for a few moments and you thought he’d fallen back asleep until –

“Goodnight, babe.”

“STOP.”

[rosemary03]

Could I request Vergil stealing the readers clothes and touching himself? He tries to convince himself that it isn't a big deal and he will return the clothes, so he *totally* isn't a pervert at all? Maybe the reader catches him in the act and he feels embarrassed by it?

nsfw!! warnings: only masturbation and a lot of cum, urine is mentioned and vergil is caught as the pervert that he is 😈 Ah, and there may be some spelling errors, but I'm not sure.

You and Vergil are on the couch watching television, apparently this is your favorite series, you can't miss a single episode, Vergil is aware of that so he's accompanying you, but he's fucking distracted, he looks a bit lost, what You catch him looking at you several times but he doesn't say anything, so you ask "what's up vergil?" your voice is kind and soft, vergil gets a little nervous you can feel that "nothing... I just have to go home soon you know?" he responds, to which you tell him that it's not necessary and that he stays today, he gladly accepts, you both spend the rest of the night talking and talking about the typical stuff, a lot of blah blah blah, here and there but only from you, he is extremely quiet today, maybe he is uncomfortable? You think, so you just leave him alone to rest, he sleeps in the guest room and you in your own room of course.

But you don't know the real reason why he was so nervous, he just can't tell you, I mean, no he's not a pervert for getting fucking hard when he saw your nice dirty panties in the bathroom but he doesn't want you to think bad of him! You probably forgot to put them in the washing machine and he saw them by accident.. it's not your fault or his.

But he didn't really know what he was doing when he woke up in the middle of the night, he went to the bathroom on purpose, not because he needed to pee or anything, he just needed to see your panties again! Don't blame him, he just wants to see what you used on your pussy most of the day. So when he goes into the bathroom he quickly looks for your panties, oh it is still there, in the same position he found them this morning, his half hard penis starts throbbing just by looking! He hasn't even touched them yet, suddenly he had a little idea, he thinks it's a bit disgusting but he can't help it, he grabs the soft fabric of your panties and takes it to his room "just for a moment, I'll return it as soon as I'm done" he tells himself, but he really can't tell for sure how many hours he's been fucking his fist with your panties around his cock, the poor fabric of your clothes is thick and wet from so much cum he's spilled! But he can't stop!! He was so lost in his own lust and arousal that he didn't hear the footsteps approaching his door, the only thing that brings him out of his trance is the little scream that comes out of your throat when you saw vergil masturbate with your panties, he is perplexed, really he doesn't know how to react, he feels ashamed and dirty. Is he really a pervert for doing this? He just wanted to enjoy himself a bit! Inhaling your smell and tasting your sweet taste, he didn't want to do anything wrong!!

[lexsssu]

Soft (Vergil)

TAGS: Vergil/Dragoness!reader, smut, breeding, pregnancy, heats/ruts, oneshot Ao3 ver. | Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN)

“Moooooommm, my hair’s already okay as it is. You don’t have to keep grooming it!”

“Hush, darling. Mother knows best and if I say that your hair needs to be groomed then it means that it needs to be groomed. Now, stay still and let Mama fix you up~”

Nero grumbled and pouted, but simply allowed himself to become limp in your grasp as you combed his snowy locks for him, a bright red blush lighting up his cheeks that were yet another feature he’d inherited from his father. To be honest, Nero took mostly after Vergil in terms of looks, but he was definitely more expressive than your mate.

“...’m not a lil kid anymore…”

“Regardless of how old you are, you will always be a child in my eyes, Nero. I bore you into this world with my body and nothing can ever change the bond between a mother and her child” You smile and nuzzle the top of the young man’s head, inhaling his scent while bathing him in your own, draconic instincts, particularly your maternal ones, overflowing as you carried another babe within your belly. 

“...Just let your mother be, Nero. Once your new sibling is born she won’t be babying you anymore,” said Vergil eloquently as he sat on his favorite armchair, reading through a well-worn poetry book and looking like painting straight out of a Victorian-era portrait.

“Your father is just teasing you. You’ll always be Mama’s darling boy~” You giggle and place a kiss on your son’s forehead, watching gleefully as his cheeks turn an even deeper red from your affections.

Though seemingly minding his own business, Vergil always had his eye on you both even as he read the ever so familiar words upon the inked pages. There is a softness in the blue of his eyes that is hidden from the world outside of your cozy little home. 

A softness that is reserved only for you, his mate, and all your offspring...and maybe Dante when the devil hunter wasn’t being an absolute insufferable moron.

It’s amazing how meeting you had allowed him to see the world in a different light. To rediscover parts of himself that he’d long thought to have died off on the night his entire life had changed forever and molded him into a man fraught with only the ambition for power.

He could still remember that moment so clearly, as if it happened just yesterday...

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“Do you need some help? You looked like you had quite the fall from so high up…”

The eldest son of Sparda blinked, a rare look of incredulity on his normally impassive face as he stared at the small hand being held out to him and the young woman who owned it. 

Mundus’ grotesque form lay upon the blood red ground, a mass of flesh with hundreds of hands sticking out of him that would have struck fear in the hearts of most living and undead creatures. However, the Prince of Darkness was obviously deceased as he lay immobile, gaping wounds and terrible gashes littering his foul body as if his opponent had just tore through him without mercy.

“...Do you know that thing? It kept yapping ever since I dropped in here kinda like how you did and well...I just wasn’t really in the mood to deal with the monologues so I took him out of his misery,” you chuckle at the young man’s astonished expression, quite liking how expressive his reactions were despite having only just met him.

“So ummm...do you wanna go to the throne room with me? That thing’s lackeys said that I should sit on the throne to make my rule as their new boss ‘official’ and well, I dunno about you but any place is better than kneeling on the wet ground”

Still flustered with the turn of events, Vergil could only wordlessly nod and before he could get up on his own, you grasp his free hand and pull him up with surprising strength.

“Great! Since you’re new here too, we both can get a tour of the place!”

The katana-wielder would have normally pulled his hand back by now in disgust and or disdain, but strangely enough he didn’t mind how your utterly warm and soft hand clutched his own. Your hand is so small that he could easily cover it if he took the initiative to do so, but he found himself both reluctant to move and content with...whatever this was.

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“Darling, please...fuck me open. Mate me. Breed me…!” You whine and whimper as you sway your hips tantalizingly, looking back at Vergil who’d activated his Sin Devil Trigger form with complete want and adoration. Everything about his current form aroused your most primal side, wanting nothing more than to have him fuck you until were bow-legged and undeniably swollen with his potent seed.

Though he couldn’t speak up in this form, the low grunts and the way his scaled hands took handfuls of your backside as he pressed his equally demonic-looking cock into your weeping slit had you keening and sighing as he sunk its entire length in one thrust. 

As Vergil had his way with your equally enthusiastic self, you couldn’t help but smile stupidly as thoughts of the future filled your mind. Specifically, the pitter-patter of little feet that would undeniably become an absolute reality soon enough, especially as you feel the base of your mate’s cock inflating in order to lock himself inside your willing cunt.

You always did like the name Nero...