#dmc vergil x you

[actuallysaiyan]

22 with Vergillllll pleaseeee

warnings: vaginal fingering, mentions of breeding cycle, Vergil is in heat, Vergil avoiding reader prompt list here

Your relationship with Vergil was complicated to say the least. While you were pretty sure he didn’t completely hate you, it wasn’t far from it. He would often ignore you and scoff at your attempts at speaking to him. So as you continued to work and live with him, it just got worse and worse. Vergil became such a recluse that you were beginning to think that the man had decided to hate you after all. 

Days turned into weeks as Vergil did all he could to completely avoid you. If you were to go downstairs and he was reading on the couch, the man would snap his book closed and practically run upstairs. You were also thinking that maybe he asked Dante to not put you two together on missions, because Vergil was always heading out solo most days now without you.

It was starting to sting. At first you just figured he was antisocial, but he had made some efforts to get to know you before this period of seclusion happened. Vergil did come off as someone cold, but very gentle and lonely. You had admired his attempts at conversing before, but now he was just straight up avoiding you.

You would often lay in bed at night and think about him. You thought about how he was only a few doors down. You could just go over and knock on his door. But you never plucked up enough courage to do it. The days just slipped away from you, and with them came no sign that Vergil was ever going to spend any time with you again.

Dante chuckled when you first mentioned it. He rolls his eyes a little and says something under his breath at the expense of his older brother. You had never heard of a breeding cycle, but now you were intrigued. Dante mentioned that he had a few books on devil breeding cycles in Trish’s old room, and he coaxed you to go read them. You just knew you didn’t like the look in his eyes.

That night, you’re lying in bed with one of the old tomes. You’re less confused, but just more frustrated now. Vergil was going through his breeding cycle, and he was avoiding you because of it. You couldn’t help but feel a little aroused at the thought of being potentially the person or thing that triggered it. But you knew your heart would be crushed if it wasn’t you.

So you finally plucked up your courage and made your way down the hall to Vergil’s door. You knock quietly, and then you feel yourself get nervous about this. You’re just about to go back to your room when the door opens a little and a hand reaches out to grab you and pull you into the room. 

With your back against the door and Vergil hovering over you, you knew there was no escape from this. He feels so good against you like this, his muscular body pressed up against yours. His lips are practically on yours, and he takes your hand and guides it to his crotch. He’s so hard in his pants, and you feel a slight wet spot on the front of them.

“Can you feel what you’re doing to me?”

Those are the only words he says before he tosses you onto the bed. No more can he stand just waiting for his cycle to pass. He needs you like he’s needed anything else in this world. It’s like there’s air missing from his lungs and you’re the only person who can provide it. You’re the only cure for this ailment.

Vergil gets behind you, and he guides you onto your hands and knees. The perfect position for breeding, he thinks. It’s just so much more raw and primal in this position. Then you feel him push back the baggy shirt you were wearing to bed. There’s a choked sound that comes from him as he realizes you’re not wearing any panties.

Two of his fingers pump into you, making you gasp out his name. That’s the best sound he’s heard in a very long time. He wants to make you make more noises. It’ll help soothe some of this arousal for just a little bit. 

“Sing, my sparrow.” He coaxes as his fingers pump in and out of you. “I need to hear you sing for me,”

Your eyes roll back as his fingers hit the sweet spot deep inside of you. And when you moan his name, he knows he’s picked the right person to help him through his cycle. After all, who better than the person who triggered it?

[dolletro]

Tender Moments

Hello everyone! Thank you for all the feedback! I really appreciate every single one ^^ I had this idea that lived in my head rent free for weeks now so i ended up writing it as a continuation for the other fanfic!I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing! Word Count: 1.6+k

Chilly breeze swayed the curtains despite the blinds being tightly shut. Through the small gaps golden sun rays tinted the walls and the posters and paper sheets you called "manga wall" that were plastered around your room. You must have forgotten to close the window after you opened it to let some fresh air in. To be fair, he couldn’t really feel the cold underneath the mountains of blankets you placed on him. Even your cats were nestled into his sides keeping him warm even more. Vergil's eyes scanned around to find your clock you always manage to relocate, only to realize that your phone was on the nightstand right next to him, along with a tray of food, a bottle of water, mug with something hot inside judging by the steam, a strange pill and a note dedicated to him.

"Went with my one and only babygirl because he wanted to wake you up for a job. 

I dunno if you like soups but that is all I was able to cook sorry! Also, the tea is herbal, not your usual choice of tea. Hope it tastes good, it should help with fever.

Eat, take in your medicine and hydrate and rest plenty!

Will be back in the evening... hopefully"

 He was grateful, yet he couldn’t help but feel like everything else other than the medicine on this tray felt a bit too excessive. You took your time to prepare a meal and tea for him, without knowing when he would wake up. Vergil took his time while he ate, enjoying the quiet atmosphere of your room. The stillness felt a tad bit out of the ordinary, although this was the third time he had ever stepped in, even then the first two times were to inform you about a quick change in the training schedule. He intended the third time to be just the same, but there he was, sick in your bed.

 With a sigh, he took the mug into his hand, carefully not to spill any on your blankets. The tea had quite an unfamiliar smell. He took one sip, it tasted sweet but at the same time there was a bitter tone to it. Vergil found it interesting, and somehow it reminded him of you. Maybe he was just associating now, since he was sure you were the one who brewed tea for him and not Dante; though you certainly asked for help from him, the soup was just a tad too salty; or maybe his fever was running high again.

He placed the now empty mug back on the tray, and he decided after taking the medicine in, getting more sleep would help him recover quicker.

—

 Vergil once again awakens to a soft rustling. When did he fall asleep? He could see Agni and Rudra resting and glowing next to the door, staying silent. You probably asked them to do so. Then, he noticed you. The shoes were still on your feet and the same clothes you probably went out in were now covered in blood, they must have been uncomfortable, yet the first thing you did when you came home was to wash your hand and check up on him. You tried to be as quiet as possible, he knew, by the way you slowly lowered yourself to his level to check his temperature with the back of your hand then your lips.

"Good. Hope you are having a nice dream." You were too focused on collecting the dirty dishes on the tray to notice that he, in fact, was awake. Your name rolled off of his tongue, quiet and hoarse earning a small but kind smile from you as you sat down on the bed next to him.

"How are you feeling Verge?" Quick to abandon the tray, you brushed the stray hair strands out of his eyes. Your fingers were cold against his burning, feverish cheeks.

"Certainly better than yesterday evening…" He slowly sat up. There was a twitch in your hands, he noticed. Perhaps you didn't like how close the two of you were currently seated, yet there was a slight doubt in his mind, as your eyes were plastered on his fingers and the back of his hand. The room was so silent he could hear how your heartbeat quickened just for a short while. Hesitance was apparent in your stature, as if you wanted to say, or do something but were afraid to do so.

"I'm glad your fever has gone down a bit." You slowly and gingerly grabbed his right hand with both of yours. The ring on your middle finger is just barely cooling his skin. Refusing to meet his gaze you rubbed small circles on Vergil's palms, inspecting the small cuts and calluses he gathered over the years as a result of wielding a katana.

"I was a bit worried, you know…that is why I reassured you that it's okay to stay here." Like a mouse's, your voice was quiet and meek, a rare occasion truly. You had always been just a tad bit louder than an average human being, either not knowing when you were shouting or just completely ignoring it. Your shining personality showed well in how outspoken and easygoing you were with those who you think are important to you, your loved ones, be that family or friends, you certainly were ready to give everything you have. Yet now Vergil just realized, this is the other end, the kindness and the caring nature in you. The way you are now holding his hand so tightly, afraid, as if he would be gone in a blink of an eye. If he had to be completely transparent, he never really paid any mind to your gentle touches in the past few months, but recently it became quite evident how you caressed his back in a calming manner whenever Dante was being one big idiot, or the way you sat closer to him whenever you two happen to be reading on the worn out couch, as if you were gravitating towards him every time. 

 Speaking of his brother, now he was hyper aware of the difference between the way you shared skinship with Dante and between the way you did with him. Lingering fingers, asking for his attention without demanding anything, always soft, always warm.

 There was an itch, planted deep deep inside of his mind. What would it feel to initiate the kind of tender touches? Would you reciprocate it, or would you be in too much of a shock to even process it? Vergil had barely given himself enough time to mull over such things. In the past he deemed relationships as useless distractions, now since he just feels like he is undeserving of love. You always broke him out of his prison of thoughts, when he was internally beating himself up over the past and you never asked nor expected anything in return. For that Vergil is utterly grateful, since there cannot be such an item that could ever hold the same value as your reassuring, kind words, albeit sometimes they were masked with sarcasm.

 God and heavens above, he really does cherish you more than he could've ever thought.

 The blue devil didn’t know how long he was lost in his mind palace. Eyes grazed your features, just like they did yesterday. Today, for the first time, he let himself be pulled in by your presence.  His hands gingerly wandered on your arms, delicate shoulders and now cheeks, just as hesitantly as yours did before. They were certainly tinted with blush, something you always brushed away, too embarrassed to admit it. Yet now your sheepish smile and a glint in your eyes allowed him to experience such a thing.

 Neither of you dared to speak, afraid to ruin the tender and memorable moment between the two of you. Your heart was about to break out of your ribcage, this was something the both of you certainly noticed, although now Vergil was wondering if it was because you were nervous about it, or if it was just the affection you happen to receive from one and another. 

As if you wanted to change the, albeit unspoken, but obvious subject, you cleared your throat.

“How was the tea Verge?”

“It was…bitter.”

“You didn’t like it?” there was a tiny bit of panic noticeable in your eyes. Vergil shook his head and gently tightened his grip in your hands, reassuring that you didn’t do anything wrong.

“I did enjoy the tea itself, the taste just perhaps took me by surprise.”

“Sorry, I read nettle tea is good for a cold and the flu, so I thought maybe it would help with the fever too.”

“There’s nothing to apologize for.” 

“I should go clean up after that, I’ll leave you to rest.” you already missed the warmth Vergil’s hands provided as you stood up to your feet, checking the blankets if you got any demon blood on it or not. Your eyes fell on your console just for a brief moment, but you quickly averted it, thinking it would make too much noise. Those seconds were enough for Vergil to figure out what you were thinking about.

“Your games are the last thing that would honestly bother me at this point.” he said, giving attention to both cats as he was petting them.

“They slept like that all day?” you placed your hands on your hips, only now noticing the way your cats were nestled against the blue devil. Vergil nodded his head, while it was your time to shake yours, only now it was in disbelief.

“Honestly, why am I surprised?” and with that sweet chuckle you disappeared into the bathroom.

[shiraishi-mitsuki]

「四位已等候多时，那么你的选择是？」

The theme agreed with my friends this time is "Dating"So, choose the man you love to spend time with you ~

Actually, today is my birthday. Maybe I can get a "Happy Birthday"？🥺🌹

[ficmo]

When you turn into a cat

[cupidscrule]

Them <33

[pitasmare]

learning that at one point in time during concept art they entertained the idea of v being a woman drives me fucking insane! i've lost sleep over this!!! it was such a good idea!

vergil picturing his human side as a woman because he can't de-entangle his humanity from eva. the resulting simultaneous rejection of both his mother and his humanity after the fire, and all the love and frailness that came with it (ignoring the strength found in it as well)!!!!!!! the continuation of a perceived abandonment cycle with nero! the guilt! the shame!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[xo2dee]

ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ᴍᴀʏ ᴄʀʏ 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.

[nekrosdolly]

this is based on nothing in particular but i think vergil would eat you out more eagerly while you're on your period.

cw; afab sub reader, dom vergil, pussydrunk vergil, blood drinking, very brief pussy sniffing, cunnilingus, reader is written to have pretty gnarly periods, somewhat soft vergil to start.

blood has never tasted so good, flowing steadily from your sweet cunt in ichor streams and into his mouth. while he's never been fond of getting blood on his clothing from demons, or perhaps having it stain his coat (god forbid it taint yamato), this is different. you needed him and he wanted you all the same.

your periods aren't usually so bad, but it seemed to be getting worse. especially this month- it had to have been the worst yet. vergil had gone out of his way to make sure you were beyond comfortable, hardly allowing you to leave his bed- yes, his bed, not your own. he didn't want you to be suffering without him there to support you. the blue twin was uncharacteristically doting for the entire week. while he wasn't a fan of physical affection, he kept snuggling up to you in hopes that the inhumane temperature his body keeps would be enough to dissuade your horrific cramps.

he fed you when asked, made you plenty of tea that was supposed to help, and kept a good distance when you got cranky. the last thing he needed was you, pissed off at him for trying to help. though he wouldn't blame you by any means- he was suffocating you. within good reason, of course.

vergil had brought your immense pain up to trish and lady as inconspicuously as he could as a means of asking for help. what could he do to lessen your suffering?

"give her head," trish's voice is blunt. lady nods in agreement from her spot beside the tall, blonde woman.

"orgasms make periods shorter and less painful. we would know."

you're in bed, lying on your side with a heating pad tucked to your lower abdomen. your cramps were lessened thanks to vergil's efforts (the heating pad, some tea, and food,) but not quite gone. you're wearing one of his shirts and some very loose shorts made for sleeping when vergil walks in, and he all but pounces on you. it's embarrassing, how quickly he gets a semi just from looking at you in his clothing, in his bed, smiling at him.

sharing blood is intimate, right?

you're so sweet, looking over your shoulder at him with a little smile and meager wave.

"hi, verg," you hum politely as he shrugs off his coat and sets on the coatrack hanging on the back of his door. he settles on the edge of his bed to unbuckle each strap on his ridiculous boots.

"how are you feeling?" you turn onto your back to watch him undress, gloved fingers undoing the complicated buttons on his shirt, then unzipping it. underneath lies a black tank top and like a victorian man, you swoon at the sight of his collarbones.

"um, still a little crampy, but fine," he nods once, peeking over his shoulder at you. his fists clench, then relax.

"would you like my assistance?" he stands, peeling off his grossly hot, sticky leather pants that you love because they "hug his ass." you shake your head softly, closing your eyes as another cramp storms your uterus.

"you've done enough, verg, i'm alright-" a sudden weight over you cuts you off, feeling the bed shift beside your head and hips. when you open your eyes, your dear half-devil is on top of you and damn-near purring. his hair is starting to break free from its slicked-back state, a few strands falling over his face. he looks hungry, his powder blue eyes dark and murky.

"let me help," he rasps, one leg shifting in between yours dangerously close to your cunt, "allow me."

never a patient man, he fights himself to be calm as you ponder your answer. period sex has always struck you as gross. besides, nobody wants to fuck someone while they're literally excreting blood and chunks of flesh- or so you think. the minute you nod, he's pulling your shorts off, your underwear (and subsequently, your pad,) slipping down with them.

at first, you expect him to pull his boxers down, but your eyes widen at the sight of him slithering between your legs so he's face-to-face with your bleeding cunt. he's perverted in his own special way, closing his eyes briefly as he sniffs your blood-slickened folds, making you squirm. you open your mouth in hopes of telling him to quit being weird, but he beats you to the punch when he licks a stripe up your seam, thus drawing a moan from you instead.

blood has never been so sweet. mixed with the taste of you, he's in heaven. your legs hook over his shoulders upon his guidance, his tongue delving into your leaking entrance to taste more and more gore. plush thighs hug the sides of his head, making him hiss quietly as he forces them to part. red coats his chin, nose, and lips as he eagerly fucks you with his tongue, nails digging into your skin. drowned out beneath your noises of pleasure, soft noises of his own bubble in his throat.

you should've put a towel down, an afterthought that strikes you as he withdraws his tongue from your fluttering walls to lap at your clit with hunger only a vampire might have after tasting blood. your back arches, a cry leaving you when he sucks at your pulsing clit. he'd never say it aloud, but he loves getting you off. seeing you in such a pretty state, spread out or pressed against him, moaning until your throat was raw and tears spilled from your eyes all because of him- his tongue, his fingers, his dick, whatever it may be.

to vergil's disappointment, blood continues to seep out of you and onto the bedsheets instead of in his mouth, so he suckles on your clit until he's sure you're close before rubbing it with his thumb eagerly, forcing his tongue inside your cavern yet again. he growls into your cunt at the taste again, his mind hazy with the need to keep drinking you in. he can taste your arousal mixing with crimson, fueling him to keep going. the now sharp-ish tip of his tongue prods at your spongy g-spot, a pleased purr emitting from his chest at the way you're crying out for him to continue.

the hands on your hips gain a rough quality, his once-dull nails pricking into the soft skin of your thighs and dear god, his tongue- ribbed down the sides and pointed at the very end- fucks you masterfully.

"vergil," you reach down to take his hand, your climax fast approaching, only to find a scaly mass where his human hand once was. a quick glance downwards tells you all you need to know: he's triggering, albeit only halfway. sharp, glowing blue eyes meet yours and it's like he knows you're going to cum, your tight walls squeezing his tongue like they would his cock.

"i-i love you," you whine, a sound that falls short in comparison to the volume of the slurping and squelching filling the air. your hands grasping for something to hold onto as your climax fast approaches. your lover takes your hand in his clawed one with a soft grip. your head falls back against the pillow, squirming against his mouth. he purrs, nose nuzzling into your puffy clit. the vibrations send you tumbling over the edge.

with a cry, you cum hard on his tongue. he laps up your release and blood combined, a soft moan leaving him as he tastes you so sweetly. fire lights your veins, white-hot and all-consuming as he tongue-fucks you through your heady high, thighs shaking under his rough hands. he doesn't stop, burying himself in you until you're whining, pleading for him to stop with crystalline tears that he wants to lick away. with a soft tug to his hair, you pull him off and he allows you. but not before pressing a kiss on your overworked clit.

standing from between your legs, ichor coats his face from the nose-down. it's dripping from his chin down his neck, soaking into the collar of his tank top. it's enough to make you squirm under his gaze and pull your shirt down to cover yourself. red-stained (human) tongue pokes from between his lips to lap at the blood left on them, pale blue eyes boring into your own.

"...i'm going to get a tampon in," you mutter, getting out of bed on shaky legs and meandering to his en-suite bathroom. luckily, he's kept a small stash of period products for you ever since you started dating.

in the wake of your absence, his eyes travel to the tempting bloodstain on his bed. he has half a mind to lean down and nuzzle his face into it, perhaps try to suck the crimson from the stain in order to taste you again. he doesn't. instead, he waits by the bathroom door for you to finish so he can wash himself of your fluids, albeit reluctantly.

-

in the end, when he's holding your unconscious body against his in a tight manner, soft snores falling from your lips, he presses a ghost of a kiss on the shell of your ear.

"i love you," the sound of his voice is lost with the wind blowing through the cracked window, just how he would like it to be.

[vinnytotherescue]

Headcanons for Nero, Dante, Vergil, and V with pet cats?

Of course! we love cats in this household!

DMC CHARACTERS X READER: HAVING A PET CAT

Dante Sparda

+Many would think that Dante would be good around cats, well i beg to differ-

+The moment he saw the cat in your lap grabbing all of your attention and mocking him with its big mischievous eyes it signalled the beginning of a war

+He wanted a kiss from you? No, the cat was in the middle, cuddles maybe? Nope, cat was already sleeping in your lap, Dante had to take matters into his own hands

+So like every sane person would do he simply became as clingy as the cat

+He is literally stuck on you with every chance that he gets

+Are you cooking? Arms around your waist- Are you reading a book? He would make sure to scootch the cat away and get in your lap

+this went as far as arguing with the cat itself

+" GET AWAY FROM (Y/N) YOU ANNOYING CREATURE"

+"Dante are you jealous of a cat-"

Vergil Sparda

+There is a cat in the house? Vergil would simply not care, as long as it is not bothering him he is fine

+He does appreciate the fact that unlike dogs it is not all over him all the time

+At the beginning he felt annoyed every time the cat gave him attention, attention from you alone was enough a cat was an extra he didn't sign up for

+However as time passed he slowly warmed up to it, he would read his book the cat nuzzled in his lap, and drink his tea while petting it

+And of course, you were more than happy to see that they liked each other (in the back of your mind you thought they would murder each other)

+But there was one thing that annoyed him the most

+"Danteeee where are you hiding?"

+"Why the hell would you name the cat Dante-"

Nero Sparda

+That boy may seem annoyed at the beginning with your decision to adopt a cat but in the end he loved it as much as you

+At the beginning he would not give it much attention just a small pet if it came close to him

+As time went on like vergil he would get accustomed to it

+I have Nero more like a dog guy rather than a cat guy so he is never gonna be fully melting over the cat, but that doesnt mean he won't love it

+After coming home from a long mission he would long for cuddles with both you and the cat but of course he wouldn't say it out loud

"Do you want the kitty to cuddle you Nerooooo?;)"

"Oh shut up-"

V

+In general V is used to being around animals due to his familiars, so a cat would not change things that much for him

+It would be very entertaining watching his familiars react to the cat and especially Griffon

+The phrase i will feed you to the cat was especially present every time Griffon would start getting annoying

+Shadow and the cat would definately be the best cuddle buddies

+Sitting on the couch all together reading books was a must now with the cat and the familiars being your personal heaters.

"Let me go grab a blanket-"

"No worries V, KITTYYYYYY"

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Thank you everyone for reading! And don't forget requests are still open for multiple fandoms ;)

[vergilscatgirl]

── .✦ The Taste Of You ♡

𖥻 Pairings ; Vergil/Fem Reader, Vergil/You.

𖥻 Content Warnings ; Explicit sexual content (18+), reader is fem-bodied (no gendered pronouns are used), porn written without plot, fingering, oral (fem receiving), no penetration, insanely self indulgent.

𖥻 A/N ; This is very self indulgent, I have had this on my mind all fucking week help me.

To say he was wholly consumed by the taste of you would be an understatement—for he found himself tormenting the tender skin of your thighs, left hand encasing you further into his grasp to allow his fingers to enter deeper into you, completely lost and devoid of proper thought. His movements are precise, deliberate—tongue fixed in circular motions on your clit, fingers pressing into that spot that has you seeing stars. A groan escapes from within his throat as your juices coat his fingers, seeping out to drip along his hand, dampening the sheets below. You whimper and moan, hands clasping against sweat coated hair, pulling yet another strained, somewhat inaudible noise from him, the vibrations treading along your skin. 

“V-Vergil,” his name hangs within the air, falling upon deaf ears as he continues his actions, “f.. fuck, right there.” You weep out in feeble, near inaudible mumbles. The appeased hum resonates—meeting your cunt in fierce, tenacious reverberations, seizing another whine from your throat.

His fingers continue to prod at the spot, noting each reaction—the flush of your face, eyes closed, your fingers grasping within his hair for leverage, body glistened with sweat, hips bucking to meet each thrust of his fingers. Each whine and moan drove him further, motivated him to urge his movements to a brisker rate.

For a man who strived himself on such a poised demeanor, maintaining himself in this moment was proving to be a strenuous task. Holding you as if you were of a finer creation, lapping at you eagerly with such yearning. It truly tested his discipline, for with others he was frigid, disdainful—but with you, he was tender, attentive—he was human. 

“Vergil,” you whimper his name, returning him from within his mind. His motions did not falter, instead continued even quicker, drawing out every moan, intent on hearing your noises increase in volume, pussy clenching around his digits. “Fuck, oh god, I’m close.”

The growl that admits from within his throat is sharp, labored and needing. He endures the ache of his cock straining against his pants, as this moment was not for him, but for you. Crimsoned face, mouth agape, half-lidded gaze resting on his own mellow stare. His free hand traces your body in prolonged drags along the skin, caressing your thigh, trailing up to your hip, before his grasp reaches for your hand, embracing it within a senere hold. 

His eyes encapture yours, fingers continuing to drill into you, tongue meeting with your clit in keen interest. The slickness coats his lips in a satisfying manner, each gush of your essence sends a rush of exhilaration throughout him. God, you sounded so pretty. How he adored you and the noises you made, like a song gracing his ears.

“I’m-..” Your sentence is cut off, the clamping around his fingers spoke for you, ripples string throughout your body, the coil from within you snapping in one harsh motion—the juices coating his fingers and lips, the grip on his hair tightening, time slowing as your body dissolves into the pleasure of your orgasm. Chest heaving, you whine as his fingers pull out of you. 

His eyes peer into yours, lips tugging into—what could be considered—a half smile, satisfaction clear on his features. Prepared, as he always is, he reaches to a towel on the bedside table, cleaning his face up first, then attending to you next. After he is finished, he lays down beside you, holding you close to him. 

“I love you.” The words are gentle, loving—it holds meaning.

“I love you too, Vergil.”

[actuallysaiyan]

Magic Feeling(Virgin!Vergil x Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, virginity loss, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus/fem receiving oral sex, pre-DMC3!Vergil(18-19), canon divergent in a way, AU I guess??? word count: 1.8k pairings: Virgin!Vergil x Fem!Reader a/n: this is the last post from my poll that I posted awhile back! Hope you enjoy it!

It was a fleeting romance. He came into the city searching for more power and you were searching for a deeper connection than you’ve ever had. Most of your life, you felt alone and unwanted. A pariah in the eyes of everyone. Someone unnatural and not normal. Someone that the rest of the world looked down on. And the pain of being so isolated and alone only seemed to get worse when your parents died.

So when Vergil came into your life, it’s like he was the breath of fresh air you needed. He motivated you to become something you were not. He motivated you to be even better than what you are. He rejuvenated you and helped you grow into a wonderful person. He became your savior.

You spent your days with him once you met him. He’d come to your workshop and he would watch you work at the forge for hours. He became so fascinated with your work and how a delicate little thing like you was so strong and adept at making these swords and other weapons and armor. He even commissioned you to make him a small little weapon. Something he could easily conceal and pull out whenever he needed a trick up his sleeve.

Most people frowned upon you still working as a blacksmith, but you had wanted to follow in your father’s footsteps. For years you had watched him and became a very talented apprentice, so it was only normal as your parent’s only child to take up the craft once they both perished. And you were the best blacksmith in town, despite almost everyone else going to the competition because it was a man running the place. Still, you made enough money at the market selling your wares to make ends meet.

Working to make Vergil a weapon was fun. He stayed by your side the entire time. During his mornings, he’d go sneak into the castle and steal books or anything he could get his hands on. It became a routine for him to seek out the treasures of knowledge and power hidden behind the walls at the old castle that Sparda lived in. 

Then he’d find you in your workshop and spend his days unlocking his power. Oftentimes, you wondered who this man truly was or what he was. There was no way he was a normal human when you marveled at his strength. He was so much more than just human but you couldn’t put your finger on it right away. Then again, he really did look like the legendary Dark Knight Sparda. Maybe this was one of his sons that was not often spoken of? You wondered about it a lot.

At sunset, you two would part ways and the cycle would continue day after day. You really appreciated Vergil’s presence and his company. He would help make the days go by faster and would always lend his ear to you if you ever needed to talk about anything. It made you so happy to have one friend.

But one night, he offered to walk you home. You invited him inside. Something seemed different about him this evening. He seemed passionate. You wondered if he had developed feelings for you as you did him. 

Once inside, you shared a bottle of wine, laughing and talking like you two were old friends. It felt so natural between the two of you. Then with reddened cheeks, Vergil took the plunge and pressed his lips to yours.

It was warm and sweet, but also inexperienced. Slowly, he pulled away and he was mortified. A million apologies fell from his lips. But you only pulled him in for another kiss. And soon your kisses grew needy and wanton. His saliva tasted so sweet as your tongues rubbed together sensually. When he pulled away to breath, a string of spit kept the both of you connected. Your hearts were racing and arousal and need grew so deep inside of you.

“Let’s go into the bedroom,” you suggested. Vergil did not need to be told twice.

Once in the bedroom, something snapped deep inside of him. He pushed you onto the bed, cheeks flushed and eyes heavy with lust. He crawled on top of you and kissed you all over your pretty face. It was so passionate already and he had only kissed you.

“You’ll be my first,” he declares and you agree. You tell him that he is your first as well.

In a mess of kisses and clothing being pulled off, you and Vergil lay skin to skin with one another. He’s warm and smells so comforting to you. Like a warm mug of tea on a rainy night. Like old parchment and books. The comforting scent of freshly washed linens.

His hands are shaking as he explores your body. He enjoys every moment of this. Part of him feels selfish to have such pleasures, but he can see just how much you love it. So how is he supposed to stop himself now? 

When his long fingers part your folds, he relishes in the sounds of love you make. He’s deliberate in his explorations despite not knowing exactly what he’s doing. He just knows he’s going to make you feel so good. You’re so wet and so wanton, and it makes it easy for him to turn you into a boneless and pliable thing.

He kisses down your body as his fingers continue to stimulate you. You whine and moan his name, which only makes his cock throb with need. Vergil isn’t even sure how long he’ll last once he’s so deep inside of you, but he knows it won’t matter. He’ll have the stamina to keep going if that’s what you so wish.

“You’re so beautiful,” his voice is huskier than usual. He’s now between your thighs, looking up at you with his gorgeous blue eyes. You run your fingers through his messed up white hair, and this makes him let out a soft purr.

When he begins kissing your mound, you know you’re already done for. He’s been stimulating you in all the right ways, and it’s almost like he knows your body so perfectly. His large hands spread your thighs so he’s not going to miss a single moment of this. You won’t even be able to squirm away.Then his hot breath tickles your glistening cunt, making you whine.

“If only you knew how divine you smell,” Vergil says before leaning in to kiss your clit. “Oh, and how divine you taste as well.”

That’s all it takes for him to begin lapping at your cunt like a starved man. Your eyes roll back and you let out the most erotic moan he has ever heard in his life. One of his hands has to reach down to adjust his hard cock in his underwear. His eyes then dart back up to you, and he’s watching your chest heave up and down as he licks you with expertise.

Your fingers card through his very messy hair and you begin bucking up against him. You’re practically humping his face at this point, but he doesn’t even seem to mind. If anything, Vergil is losing himself to this beautiful pleasure. He’s tasting your very essence and it’s making such a strong need for you bubble up in his chest and stomach.

And when you cum, it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever witnessed. He swears he’ll commit this memory to his mind for all eternity. There is no way he could ever forget something as beautiful as you writhing under him, moaning his name as your juices splash all over his mouth and tongue. And the taste of you is intoxicating, and Vergil knows he’ll never taste anything sweeter than you.

Vergil doesn’t hesitate to pull off his own underwear now and slot himself between your thighs. He’s done waiting now, he needs to feel you inside. His fingers push into you for a few moments, just opening you up even more for him. He strokes his cock lazily as he leans in to kiss you.

No words need to be shared between you. Your eyes say it all, and everything your eyes aren’t able to convey, you both can feel it in the needy and sloppy kisses you share. Soon, he’s guiding the tip of his cock into your dripping hole.

You hiss as the pleasure turns into pain now. He’s big, very big. It makes tears sting your eyes as he is splitting you in half with the fat meat that is between his legs. Not only does he have immense girth, he’s definitely not lacking in the length department either. Vergil curses under his breath as your gummy walls begin clamping down on him.

“R-relax, please.” He breathes out, then he leans in to kiss you once more. You shudder as you feel him pushing more of himself into you. It’s all so overwhelming.

But with his comforting words and sweet kisses, you start to relax a bit more. Your cunt begins to open up to him, and eventually, he bottoms out into you. The two of you are both moaning and panting at the amazing sensations. Vergil looks down at where the two of you are connected and he groans.

“Amazing,” he whines. “So fucking good.”

He clings to you as he begins pumping his hips, and already he feels his balls beginning to tighten. It’s all so good and you’re just moaning his name so fucking sweetly. He swears you must be an angel. You’re so beautiful, so sweet. You’ve been nothing but loving and considerate to him the entire time he’s been here, and nothing could make him feel more overwhelmed and scared but also so loved and happy simultaneously.

His face is buried in the crook of your neck. You smell like summer rain and roses. It’s making his head so foggy with lust, only adding to the pleasure and lust he’s lost himself into. Your tight, wet hole makes him feel like he’s actually going insane right now. And with him trying to hold on, it’s just making him weaker and weaker to the pleasure that is you.

“Darling, ‘m gonna—” but he can’t even finish his sentence. He grunts and groans, pulling you closer to him as he begins pumping ropes of hot, thick cum into your walls.

You moan as his cock throbs more and more, sending you over the edge as well. With your tight, gummy walls clamping down on him, it only prolongs his orgasm even more. Vergil grunts and moans your name, kissing you fiercely between the sharp inhales he needs to take to try and catch his breath.

After you’ve both come down from your high, he pulls out of you and lays next to you. The realization of what’s just happened comes over him and he suddenly feels so vulnerable. For the first time in his life, he doesn’t want to pull away from his softness. Instead, he rolls over and snuggles his head against your breast.

“You make me a better man,” he confesses before latching onto your nipple.

“And you make me a better woman,”

There’s silence after this. And with the warmth emanating from him, you slowly drift off into a peaceful sleep. Vergil vows to never let you go.

[dolletro]

Exhaustion

Hello DMC tumblr! This is my first ever post on tumblr! 

My native language is not english, plus I am not really sure how to write Vergils character, so he might be a little bit OOC. Despite that I did try my absolute best! Please of you have any suggestions how to polish my skills and create aesthetically more pleasing works, don’t hesitate to DM me! Constructive critisism is always welcomed! 

I was  debating wether I should post it or not, since I wasn’t sure if it’s good enough, then I though what if this is exactly the thing someone needs? 

Anyways, please enjoy!

Word count: 1.5+K

 He never meant to stay for this long in your room, all he wanted was to notify you about the training schedule change for the upcoming two days, but somehow your warm smell mixed with the vanilla scented air freshener pulled an unfamiliar kind of exhaustion out of him, so he sat down on your bed and welcomed your voice in. You talked a lot, he made a mental note in himself, about an hour into you talking about the game you were now playing, the frantic button smashing, the frustrated grunts  from time to time and your cats nestled on his chest purring away, lulled him to sleep even more.

"...And that's why I like him so much! OH, that reminds me, he is also wielding a katana just like you-..." you turned around with an excited smile, the dim, pink tinted LED strips and your TV's light illuminating your features. Eyes filled with joy looking down at him, taking in his reaction. When did he lie down on your fluffy pillows?

"You know, if you are too tired to move you can always just sleep here, I don't mind it." with that the weight from the end of your bed disappeared signaling that you stood up. Now humming the same tune as the music that was coming from the game, you began to search for something in your closet, checking an item out for whatever reason and then putting it back. Vergil averted his gaze to the bright screen, that now burned his eyes out, he certainly now missed the way you blocked a good part of it. There stood the character with a katana in his hand, body covered from head to toe in what seemed to be metal, hair similar shade to his. He had a faint idea what you might have called this warrior, but to be fair Vergil hardly paid any attention to your rambling, yet some of those tiny details that stuck made the blue devil wonder, if you liked him mainly because he reminded you of some of your favorite game characters, or if you like those characters because they looked similar to him.

'How foolish...' Vergil blinked once, twice then he moved his arm up to cover his eyes to block out any light. Why would that be the reason? You two had known each other for just a few months now, if not a year. The age gap too was quite wide in anyone's opinion, maybe twenty years give or take, and you, as if you had known eachother since forever, talk to him about everything from anything mundane to more serious or even exciting topics. Even when he used to push you away you kept on trying to befriend and create a connection with him. Maybe your unwavering determination is what led to this moment, him allowing his guard to be down around you. 

 When was the last time he was this...content? Both before and after destroying the Qliphoth nightmares often plagued his consciousness whenever he tried to sleep, often about the atrocities he had done not only to RedGrave but to the world in general, so he never really bothered to try to rest up in years. Yet now, he felt like he was in a drunken daze, everything felt surreal, like life cannot be this peaceful.

"Vergil..." a gentle hand on his shoulder pulled out of his train of thoughts. There you stood,a black sweater and a pair of gray sweatpants in hands, offering them to him. "...I don't really know if these will fit you, but hopefully they will. You can use my bathroom if you want more privacy." and with that the warmth disappeared as you sat back down in front of your TV and continued to play your game.

Vergil slowly lifted himself up from your bed, trying to shoo the cats off of himself. While he knew you had seen him half naked once before due to an incident, he didn't  want to make you uncomfortable.

"It's okay to change here too. No need to push yourself too hard." The blue devil could have sworn you were reading his mind just now if he didn't know any better. You have to be some sort of witch to know this much about his way of thinking and to occupy his mind for this long. Reluctantly he took off his coat and vest, and laid them down on your night stand. He was in the middle of unbuckling his belt when he heard rustling beside him, then once again your frame was right in front of him near the closet. You had taken his clothes and put them on a hanger.

"You sleep with socks on? I have some really fluffy pairs that will warm your feet up since this room can get quite chilly."

"There's no need for you to lend me such unnecessary items."

"Hm? You wear your boots without socks?"

"That is not what I said nor implied."

"Mhm, sure boss man." your giggles were nice, it could melt off any tension that was ever in his body. "So...no socks?"

"No need..." he sighed as he slipped off his boots, then pants in haste. The material of the sweater was soft against his rougher fingers. There was no way that it belonged to you, it must have been gifted or something because it would've been far too big on you.

"I once bought that for Dante, then I realized it would go to waste since he just doesn't wear things like that, so I kept it for myself, but you can have it if you'd like!" you chimed, once again smashing away on your buttons. The music in the game picked up as a bossfight began. Vergil tried to climb back in your bed after he put on every article of clothing without disturbing you, yet when he was almost settled you groaned loudly and put your controller down beside you. 

Silence began to set in. The only things that could be heard were the title screen of the game and your cats soft purrings as they inched closer to Vergil. The atmosphere was once again calming like the first time he sat down, but now he has a fresh set of clothes on and was buried under your two toned gray comforter, yet now somehow he felt an itch in his mind. When will you head to bed? He has only ever seen you in your pajamas when you showed up that one time in the kitchen at noon for a cup of coffee. Even then he just saw you briefly as he strolled by. Do you usually head to bed later into the earliest time of the day? Or do you ever sleep?

"Does the noise bother you?"

"No."

"Can I start a stream on youtube then? I can only sleep with some noise." Vergil stayed silent while he inspected as you scrolled through your YouTube recommendations to find an appropriate video. He was contemplating on what to say or rather ask you. He alway had been a man who spoke with well chosen words, and  right now he didn't know if he thought he didn't care enough for your emotions to question you about the matter or if he didn't want to put you into an even more sour mood.

" Has something upset you?" he ultimately decided to ask, resulting in a surprised expression on your face when you faced him.

"It’s kinda-, Well…I died in the bossfight, and I really don't feel like playing anymore." setting down the remote, you stretched.

"I see." he began to pet your lighter cat, Tofu, who fell asleep on his chest. Distant water splashed and the warm bathroom light now seeped into the room from underneath your door, then you emerged. Vergil looked at your digital clock on your wall in the same sleepy daze as he was in before, noticing that you were gone for exactly ten minutes. His eyes followed your every movement taking in your elegant gestures. Your face now appeared to be glowing, and you smelled slightly different than you usually do. You sat down in front of your mirror checking out your own skin on your cheeks and chin, before you pulled a bottle of lotion out of your vanity cupboard. The scent alone was enough for the blue devil to realize this is what made you smell the way you always did. Vergil was no expert in these kinds of things, but for him it matched your personality perfectly. It had a slightly spicy base, but some sweet undertones. You massaged the substance on your arms and legs, giving extra attention to your knees and elbows.

Your voice traveled in his ears and stayed in his mind. He recognised this tune, you hummed every once in a while when you were in a peaceful place, this meant you were no longer upset about your loss in the videogame. This melody pushed and pushed the bad thought right out of his head and filled him with an unfamiliar warmth he never felt. Vergil knew he was just right about to succumb to the sleep he oh-so desperately needed, yet he took one more glance at your calm form, he wished he could feel this content once he woke up in your room. 

Just about one and a half hours after arriving at your room to give you a heads up, the older son of Sprada welcomed the sweet slumber in.

[icycoldninja]

How do you think the DMC boys would act with a male partner?

Sparda boys + V x Male!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Treats you more like his best friend than his boyfriend.

-Honestly, no one can tell you're in a relationship unless you guys get drunk together, which is when you start making out.

-You guys work out together all the time, often wearing matching outfits.

-You guys often swap aftershave and shaving supplies just because it's fun.

-Wrestling matches happen almost every day, usually turning into cuddle sessions where you just lie on the floor together.

-It looks absolutely ridiculous, and it feels ridiculous, but it's a lot of fun.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil is extremely overprotective of you to the point that people sometimes think you're family.

-Some of the more observant ones who note that you guys look nothing alike, think you're best friends.

-Obviously it's beyond that. Vergil loves you more than anything in the world, but he refuses to show that in public.

-Trains you every day and pushes you way past your physical limit all for the sake of helping you get stronger.

-Now you're ripped as hell and all the ladies won't stop ogling you, but they don't know you're already taken.

-Vergil is now extremely jealous because he doesn't want anyone to try and steal you from him.

□ Nero □

-You and Nero are such loving boyfriends.

-Nero gets really embarrassed about PDA, just because he thinks it's cheesy, so you don't do a lot of lovey dovey stuff around the others.

-But in private, it's a completely different story. He's cuddling you, kissing you, hugging you and all that.

-Playfully fights with you every chance he gets.

-Has you become his back weights while he does push-ups and does the same for you.

-For some reason, his phone is filled with shirtless selfies that you guys took together in front of the bathroom mirror.

● V ●

-And the award for cutest couple of the year goes to....you guys!

-You're such adorable lovebirds and are not ashamed to show it.

-Always cuddling up to each other, sitting together whenever you get a chance, holding hands wherever you go, and constantly exchanging loving glances.

-He can rely on you whenever he needs assistance getting someplace, or when his limbs decide they're not going to cooperate anymore.

-Oftentimes you can be spotted happily skipping down the street, toting V around bridal-style. It's hilariously strange, but also cute.

-You often tie his hair up into cute little pigtails for fun, and he'll do the same for you if your hair is long enough.

[ficmo]

MARK ^ ^

[mannequinreligi0n]

Hello obscura, would you be open to writing something about the Sparda brothers quietly in love with the reader (or the reader not so interested/doesn’t feel the same way)? I’d love to read more about them…aaaarghhh 😭

OFC ! i love psychoanalyzing these two to pieces, so thank you for this <3

There are a multitude of similarities in how the twins would pine over someone. The most glaring to me is that both Dante and Vergil would only fall for someone they have a personal connection to (aka demiromantic). Both have been through insurmountable trauma, and letting someone even remotely close to them would be a huge trigger due to their multitude of losses. It would take a lot of hard work from the person of interest to even form and maintain a friendship with them, let alone a relationship.

If it came down to them developing feelings for someone and the person didn’t reciprocate, I don’t think they would take it well. Both twins are extremely self-destructive and don’t know how to regulate/control their feelings (mostly because of trauma, though perhaps we can also blame the impulsivity and intensity of their devil genes).

Specifics for each twin below. ⬇️

Dante would very much brush off the rejection - playing it cool and coughing out a self-deprecating joke to soften the blow. He would maintain the friendship with the individual and act like he never said anything, but it would eat him alive, day in and day out. Every lingering glance, every laugh from the person would chip away another part of him. Dante is also very much an avoidant attachment; he constantly keeps everyone at arms length to “protect” them and himself. The rejection would only solidify in his mind that he can’t let himself get close to anyone, that putting himself out into the world would only create more problems for him - and he has enough problems. He would still hang around the person and chop it up, but behind closed doors, I think his reliance on alcohol would see an uptick. Drinking himself dumb in order to sleep, only sober when he’s out on a job (if even that). Dante has a terrible habit of deflecting. Deny, deny, deny. He’s incredibly intelligent and can read a room like no other - he knows exactly how to act to make people believe whatever about him. The way the person of interest would figure out how badly he’s taking the rejection would be if they happened to stop by his place late enough, catching him knee deep in whiskey bottles and neglected of all his needs.

Vergil, on the other hand, would rather eat glass than confess his feelings to someone. And it would take months, if not longer, for him to truly feel safe enough to conceptualize loving someone outside of his family. His feelings would not be revealed willingly - it would probably be accidentally blurted, or exposed when/if the person of interest confronts him about it. In contrast to his brother, Vergil is an anxious attachment, through and through. He is constantly in a state of fear, worried the person will turn their back on him or forget him entirely. As a result, he unknowingly will cling to them like his life depends on it - checking in on them constantly, frequently asking their opinion of him and whatever he’s doing. It could be overbearing and anxiety-inducing, which could lead to the mentioned confrontation. Regarding rejection, Vergil would shut down entirely. Think of a small child being yelled at by a parent: they’ll run and hide, crying in a dark corner of their room until someone comes to find them (if they come at all). He would shut that person out entirely, too embarrassed and ashamed to even show his face to them again. I see him locking himself away in his room for days, only having enough energy to cry and write. If not that, he’d just disappear entirely, practically falling off the face of the earth until he’s pushed down the ugly feelings enough to return. He would behave coldly to the person there after, even if it internally killed him.