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that-gay-guy-from-hell · 10 months ago

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A Devil's Secret Wingman: Vergil x G/N Reader

APPARENTLY, I NEVER POSTED THIS HERE; I WROTE THIS BACK IN MARCH OF 2023 LMFAO WHAT THE FUCK--

SUMMARY: As time has gone on, random appearances from a certain blue apparition happened more and more. A part of you wonders why but you had never dared to ask Vergil; however, the sly blue ghostly devil had a different plan in store.

BEGINNING NOTES: I don’t know why I really like the idea of Vergil in yoga pants right now; I just do. Also when Doppel shakes their upper half; I am imagining something similar to a bird fluffing its feathers. Yes, I know that Vergil + Dante’s DT/Sin DTs don’t have feathers but I feel like they’d still do it; plus it would make Vergil’s (Sin Trigger) shoulder pauldrons move according to how they work on the concept art page. 💝🩵💝 Vergil x G/N Reader Unestablished relationship Some good ol’ fluff

INSPIRED BY:

A Doppelganger's Projection--By: DevilSwordVergil

Devil's Advocate--By: LadyMuzzMuzz

These are both super cute and I love them ngl

Visitations from a certain bright blue apparition had become a regular occurrence when you visited the Devil May Cry. It didn't typically matter what was going on; night or day, before or after a job--as long as you were alone, the glowing blue devil would make time to see you. At first, you thought that Vergil had been doing this to keep an eye on you while he was up in his room; however, as time went by, you realized that Vergil didn’t even have to be awake for Doppel to appear--sometimes you'd even get a visit when Vergil was out and about. It had become a part of your routine, one which you reveled in greatly.

Today was no exception.

Vergil and you were on “shop duty”, being tasked with the monotonous secretary work of (the) Devil May Cry. Everyone else had various contracts to complete or were on vacation; leaving you and the blue twin alone for an undisclosed amount of time.

You sighed heavily, “I’m so fucking bored…” you leaned forward in the desk chair and set your head on the desk with a small thunk.

It had been nearly three hours and there wasn’t a single phone call or walk-in; it was as dead as dead can be. A part of you had hoped that Vergil might join you downstairs for a while, maybe even a long while; but, you hadn’t seen nor heard from the Dark Slayer all day. Which was fine, it’s not like the two of you don’t see each other all the time, but you couldn’t help but yearn to be near him--even if it just meant that you were occupying the same room.

A small joyful chirping caught your attention. You tilted your head up slightly and stared from the tops of your eyes. Standing at the bottom of the stairs was the blue ghostly doppelgänger that you expected to visit at some point.

You picked your head up. Placing your elbow on the desk and resting your chin in your palm, you flashed them a bright beaming smile, “Hey Doppel, come to join me?”

Although you knew that the devil couldn’t speak, you would talk to them as if they were able to respond; which to be fair they technically could. Your smile widened as they wiggled a bit, a sign that you'd learned meant they were happy or in agreement. The devil approached you and stood in front of the desk with a tilted head.

“Wanna sit with me?” you smiled as you sat up and watched Doppel wriggle faster, spreading their wings slightly in excitement, “Alright,” you stood from the chair.

With a loud scrapping sound, you moved the coffee table out from in front of the pleather couch--making sure to give the devil enough room. With a playful huff and bounce, you sat on the couch.

The sound of their claws daintily clicking on the hardwood floor made you giggle in amusement. They stood in front of the couch before tilting their head once more.

“What?” you watched their hands as they gestured along the couch, asking you to lay down, “Oh? Okay, sure..?”

It was a bit odd since they had never asked for that before but you did as you were asked. With a curious tilt to your brow, you watched as the devil sat above you, straddling your legs. If this had been the real Vergil, you surely would’ve been crushed to death by now; thankfully, Doppel (typically) weighed almost nothing. Another laugh left your lips as you watched the dangerous devil knead into your chest with both his hands, emitting a thunderous purr; reminding you of a cat. Meanwhile, you gently ran your hands along the devil's body.

After a minute or two, they carefully laid on top of you; encompassing you entirely. You smiled as you nestled your face into (where there typically would be) grey scales above their blue V. Carefully, they rubbed the underside of their chin against the top of your head. Between the heat and the vibrations of their purrs, it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep; forgetting all about your shop work.

Nearly an hour later, you were still sleeping happily with the blue devil doing the same. However, a different blue devil had come downstairs to check on you; worried that you hadn’t answered the shop's phone several times. Now, he could only stare at the sight before him.

The sight of you, his partner and secret romantic interest, being smothered by his own duplicate. Doppel noticed Vergil’s sudden appearance and curiously turned their head towards him.

With a large and envious scowl, Vergil snapped his fingers in an attempt to de-summon the blue apparition but was only met with a small wiggling motion in defiance. This movement was enough to stir you awake.

Only having your eyes half open, you mumbled to your ghostly cuddle-bug, “Somethin’ wrong Doppel?”

They looked down at you and back to Vergil. You turned your head to the side and became pale at the sight of Doppel’s owner. Vergil had moved further into the room and stood next to the desk with folded arms. A small blush spread across your face upon seeing his oddly casual apparel; a pair of semi-form-fitting black yoga pants and his typical turtlenecked dark blue vest. Upon seeing that you noticed Vergil, Doppel took their leave with a small chirp of happiness.

Vergil swallowed audibly and looked away from your eyes, a small amount of pink pricked at his features--embarrassed about this situation, “Forgive me, I was unaware of their summoning,” his voice was meek and caught you off guard.

You smiled as you sat up, “Don’t worry about it… If I’m honest,” you placed a hand on the back of your neck awkwardly, “I actually enjoy these little visits.”

“This- This has happened before?” Vergil’s gaze turned back to you filled with concern and confusion.

“Yeah..?” you cocked your head slightly, “Haven’t you been sending Doppel to stay with me?”

The twin looked at you with parted lips and wide-eyed expression; telling you that your assumption was far from correct.

Before you were able to question him more, Vergil went back up the stairs and holed himself back up in his room.

“Shit,” a loud sigh left your lips as you flung your head backwards, hitting the crown of your head on the back cushions; fearing that this would somehow bite you in the ass later.

You waited a while to see if Vergil would come back downstairs and were disappointed when he didn’t. Another heavy sigh left your lips as you stood up from the couch and tended to your assigned work.

After that was completed, you quickly became bored again and looked around for something to bide your time. That’s when you realized how dirty the DMC had become making you scrunch your face in disgust. So, you decided to take upon the hefty maid work and got to it.

Three hours of exhausting scrubbing and cleaning later, you flopped face down on the sofa, satisfied with your work. Slowly, you felt the warm gentle hold of sleep taking hold of you or was it something else? Before you could question it too much, you fell back asleep.

After a half hour or so, you tried to turn over and felt something stop you. Irritatedly, you opened your eyes and noticed luminescent wings and arms wrapped around you. It seemed that Doppel had not only returned to you but was sleeping on top of you.

“Doppel?” you whispered and got a small tail wag in response, “Can you let me up?”

They looked at you for a moment, presumably in thought, then slid off you. You sat up and let out a low groan as you stretched your arms upwards, cracking your back. The large devil sat facing you with crisscrossed legs, reminding you of how juvenile the ghost acted in comparison to its master.

With a small laugh, you turned to put one leg up on the couch, “So… What’s with you? I hear that you’ve been visiting me without permission?” you cocked your head curiously.

The blue devil chirped in affirmation.

"Why?"

Doppel’s tail gently moved to point at your chest before laying it on your lap. Carefully, you pet the sharp scales; giving extra care to go pet down the tail so you didn’t slice your hand.

“My chest, huh?” you shook your head with a faint smile, “I don’t understand.”

The light blue figure cocked its head slightly before shaking its upper body with a loud chirp. Then, they took their hands and fumbled with them for a moment, before they made a crude heart shape with their fingers.

With pursed lips and a furrowed brow, you huffed quietly in confusion, “A heart?” the blue devil shook with another loud chirp--indicating that you were correct, “What..? You just love spending time with me or something?” admittedly, you found that idea to be adorable.

Doppel looked over and stared at the staircase; which you copied.

“Wait,” you froze and looked at Doppel with wide eyes, “You mean that Vergil-?”

A third loud chirp came from them as they wriggled in place.

With parted lips, you tried to come up with a response. However, before you were able, Doppel sat on their knees, still on the couch, and poked your chest with their finger this time.

“Are you asking if I..?” your voice was hushed as Doppel wiggled a bit, “Oh, well- I,” you stumbled over your thoughts and words. Admittedly, you’d never said it out loud before or told anyone about how you felt for the older brother; despite the incessant pestering of Nico and Dante, “Yeah, I-” a small smile tugged at your lips as you sighed contently, “I do love Vergil.”

The blue apparition carefully cupped your face within its hands and made an odd purring chirp noise; one you’d never heard before. They continued to purr afterwards and just stared into your eyes. That’s when you realized what Doppel was asking you to do.

“No way,” you shook your head slightly, still confined by the devil’s hands, “I can’t tell him. Do you know how much he’d hate me over something--”

Another loud chirping purr cut you off; this time, however, Doppel wriggled harder and spread their wings out in clear disagreement.

“You sure about this?” you whispered as you felt them squish your face closer together, making you scrunch up, “Alright- Alright, I’ll go,” Doppel let go of your face as you laughed nervously.

A deep nervous feeling grew in your gut as you stood up and slowly ascended the stairs, with Doppel following suit. Once in front of Vergil’s door, you stopped and looked over at the apparition with pursed lips. Doppel decided to force things along further and knocked loudly on the door for you, making you cuss loudly at the ghostly devil.

The door opened and Vergil stood there with a raised brow; however, before he spoke, he noticed his Doppelgänger standing beside you.

“What- How?!” Vergil’s voice was angry as he glared at the blue ghost.

Doppel straightened their posture with a curious tilt of their head.

The eldest twin’s lip twitched in irritation at their counterpart.

Meekly, you broke Vergil’s death glare at the apparition, “Hey, could we,” you shrugged with one shoulder, “talk for a minute?”

Vergil eyed you up and down, “Fine, give me a moment,” with that, he turned back into his room and shut the door.

You turned to Doppel and became increasingly confused. They were ruffling their top half with their wings wide spread and their tail flicking around.

“What’s up with you?” you were unsure if they were excited or angry.

The ghost looked at you and patted the top of your head, still wriggling around.

With a small shake of your head, you smirked a wide smile at them, “You’re quite excited, huh?”

Before they could give a clear response, Vergil’s bedroom door opened again.

The twin sighed and moved to the side, “You may enter.”

“Are you sure you want me in your room? You never--”

“Yes.”

With a coy nod, you smiled, “Okay, thank you.”

Vergil gave you a flat smile and shut the door as he watched Doppel wave to him and then fade.

A heavy sigh came from the twin as he stood facing the door for a moment, attempting to hide his growing nervousness. Vergil turned to face you and took a few steps closer. The two of you awkwardly stood in the middle of the open space. Admittedly, the eldest son’s room was rather plain; only having essential items, a few bookshelves, and a small desk.

“It’s nice in here,” you smiled and avoided his piercing gaze, “it’s very well-kempt; a reflection of its inhabitant.”

Although Vergil was flattered by your compliment, he was uncomfortable by someone else’s presence in his space; making his tone rather snappy, “What do you want?”

You pursed your lips and shrank down into yourself, taking his tone as a bad sign, “Doppel told me something, and I--” you shot a glance at him and noticed his brow was furrowed, “I was made to come up here to talk with you.”

“Speak then.”

“Well,” you bit your tongue, “you know what, never mind; just forget this happened,” with your tail between your legs, you attempted to retreat and leave, when you felt him grab your forearm.

Without turning to you, Vergil spoke in a hushed tone, “No, I want to hear what you have to say.”

A sigh left your nose as you turned your head to the side, looking at the side profile of the stone-faced man, “Promise you won’t be mad?”

Vergil copied your action, turning his head to face you, “Fine.”

Your heart rate spiked as you locked eyes with his icy eyes and a small blush dusted your face. Vergil released his hold on your arm and turned fully to see you with folded arms.

You looked away from him again and tensed up as you whispered, “Doppel wanted me to tell you about how,” with a scrunched face, you braced for the worst, “I have feelings for you.”

His voice was sharp and he squinted his eyes, “What kind of feelings ?”

With a barely audible voice and a small nervous laugh, you answered, “Romantic ones…”

The room fell silent. A thick uncomfortable tension hung in the air as Vergil just stared at you. If he had stabbed you with the Yamato or scoffed in response; that would have been preferable then him just standing completely still and silent. A part of you wanted to bolt out the door and just run from this, but you were frozen in fear.

“Is that your version of a confession?”

Unable to look at him, you nodded.

Vergil’s stare softened and he let out a gentle sigh, “Let me guess,” slowly, he approached you and stopped only a few inches from you, “my doppelgänger told you about my own feelings then?”

With another small nod, you focused on his boots that had come into view.

“Then may I ask why you were hesitant to tell me..?”

You whispered, “I figure Doppel was just messing with me.”

Vergil gave a flat smile. Gently he set his thumb and forefinger on your chin, tilting you up for him to see. Neither of you spoke as he slowly ran his thumb over your parted lips, making your face turn a few shades darker. Eventually, you met his gaze and noticed his expression had softened greatly; the first time you’d seen him this mellow.

Vergil whispered as he stared down at your lips, “May I..?”

You gave a small grin, “Of course.”

With a very slow and careful lean, Vergil connected his mouth to yours. You sheepishly placed your hands on his sides, making him push a bit harder into the kiss. His lips were broiling hot as he slowly moved his lips against yours. After a few moments, Vergil broke the kiss off and leaned back enough to look you over; attempting to gauge your response. A small smile tugged at your lips and you noticed that Vergil had the same expression.

He moved his hand to rest on the side of your jaw, gently thumbing over your cheekbone, “I assume that was proof enough?”

Curious as to how he would respond, you inched toward him and cocked your head slightly, “Mnm, I dunno; think I might need another just to be sure.”

He shyly looked down and leaned back into you, intertwining once more. This time, however, Vergil made sure to pour everything he had into the kiss. Quickly, he moved both hands to your waist and pulled you tight to his body, making you squeak in surprise. Using this to his advantage, he pushed his tongue into your mouth.

After a few minutes of fervourous kissing, the two of you broke apart, breathing heavily. Vergil gently nuzzled against the side of your neck and placed sweet kisses along it; very quietly purring.

While the two of you were enjoying each other's embrace, a loud yell from downstairs caught your attention, it seems that Dante had returned. However, when you tried to separate from Vergil, he pulled you closer.

“Stay, my brother can wait,” his voice was laden with a thick husky seduction as he continued to kiss down your neck, “I’m not done showing you how much I love you.”

ENDING NOTES: Is it weird for me to hyperlink stories that inspired my chapters or not? This is a genuine question--I don't want to seem weird, but I want to give credit where credit is due.

If you like this please consider checking this on my AO3. There are extra chapters and my H/Cs over there, so please consider checking them out! Comments, Likes/Kudos, and shares are always appreciated! Thanks so much for reading!! :)))

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italktoomuchxd · 1 month ago

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Hello there! Since you don't know what to write, how about Ghost and Dante with a very cuddly S/O? May I request that, please? :> Because I'm feeling the touch starvation hit yet again, so I'd love nothing more than to snuggle up to some of my favorite lads! If you don't want to write this, that's okay too! Thank you if you do, however! Have a nice day! :-)

Hiiiii! I hope you like it! :3 and thank you for your big big support! <3

~Simon “Ghost” Riley~

"Hey darling” he murmured as he wearily blinked his eyes open. He had returned from a mission about 2 hours earlier, quickly showered, and then slumped onto the uncomfortable mattress of his bed.

You whispered softly as you nestled closer to him, resting your full weight against his chest. "You forgot to lock the door," you murmured, your breath warm against his skin. “I missed you so much...”

He enveloped you in the warmth of his strong, muscular arms as he whispered, "So fuckin warm," while the two of you snuggled up and drifted off to sleep.

~Dante Sparda~

Dante let out a groan and struggled to push you away as he pleaded, "Let me go."

“Nooooooooooo! I wanna cuddle! And I’m too tired! I worked so hard today!” You stated as you tightened your arms around him

“Okay, okay I give up” he sighed as he relented. The two of you slowly settled on the ground in the deserted city where you were hunting demons. After deciding to camp there, you both set up all the necessary supplies for the night. You enjoyed some snacks while stargazing and cuddling.

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issacballsac · 1 year ago

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“Attempting to be Friends with Vergil Sparda„

Honestly he’d never outright call you his friend💀 ! Gn Demon Reader

Origins | DMC3

Let’s be FR he wouldn’t care abt your gender or lack there of he still sees you as lesser than

You’d have to be a Devil or half Devil to even linger around him

Im seeing you just come from Hell to be friends with him🦀

Naturally like any of the devils in DMC3 u were originally gonna attack Vergil bc NPC does what NPC is supposed to do

But you have common sense a pretty mf with a sword is bad news so let’s be friends dear beautiful one

Bear with me right—all ur demon gang gets slaughtered by this mf and you’re just standing there watching fascinated absolutely entranced by this mf

Seeing as you’re the last obstacle he points that big ass katana at you

“Sorry I just can’t fight someone so beautiful man.”

Gives you the MEANEST side eye

Still tries to HARM you and succeeds—but like you regenerate 💀

Mf would let out the BIGGEST sigh and just walk away🪦

You follow ofc bc who wouldn’t (a mf who wants to live 💀)

Bonding

Me when might controls everything 🫦

Despite being a demon yourself you def would try to convince him to NOT open the portal

Bc lets be FR them other devils ain’t shit for nothin‼️

He constantly looks annoyed and has a mean case of resting bitch face

He’s very stand-offish and depending on how long/well you know each other he’ll listen to what you’re sayin

Especially if ur a person that likes to go on rants

DMC3 he’d be more open to a mf who has no attachments as seen during the scene where he stabbed Arkham

New to friendship and sees everything as a transaction

You give me this and I give you that typa thing

Would take FOREVER to tell you abt his childhood and by the time he does u pretty much already know bc of Dante

Would get along better if ur also half demon rather than full demon as he has a complex where he continuously tries to rid himself of his humanity

Bros on a MISSION so u gotta be able to keep up

Obviously being demon/half demon you got some power but if you’re weak he’s gonna drop you I’m sorry 💀(no I’m not)

Daily

Doesn’t celebrate his birthday

Just in general regardless of his childhood I just don’t think he’d like to

So no surprise parties please🫶

Now don’t get me wrong he IS smart but like also a dumbass💀

Constantly makes you think bc he’ll say smth so stupid but make it sound so smart

A very dramatic mf

Always makes dramatic entrances no matter where he goes

Walks into McDonalds with his blue coat flowing, snowlike hair, glistening eyes, arched eyebrows, and a judgmental look

Baby let ur hair down🫦

Bro is effortlessly breathtaking and if u ask for tips or question what he does for his routine he looks you up and down, scoffs, and leaves💀

I NEED MORE POWER

Spars with you bc luckily you can regenerate

Infinite punching bag

Love a reader with no shame(me acting like I didn’t write this)

Idk why but I feel like he can play the piano as just like a pastime thing

When trapped in Hell u just roam around y’know bc you’ve lived there for as long as you can remember 😭

Vergil is in a constant search for more power and ur just chillin watching him

Like those mfs who still calmly sip on their drinks when there is a bar fight

“Woohoo! Go Vergil you’re doin’ great!”

“Shut up!”

He loves you, I promise.

Talks shit abt Dante, lovingly ofc

After the events of DMC5 if he were to come back with Dante(ambiguous ending)

Y’all would prob live together

And they were roommates 😨

FR tho it’s like weird especially with Nero being recognized as his son

“Nero is my son?”

“You have a son?”

“I didn’t know..”

“How did you not know?”

Becomes more vocal during the friendship during/after the events of DMC5

He doesn’t see the need for an abundance of clothes so if ur into fashion your ideas fill 98% of his wardrobe

Honestly I think he can cook

More of a baker methinks

He probably wouldn’t like sweets but he’ll certainly make them himself

No I’m not going to make a berries delight joke.

#fanfic #fanfiction #platonic headcanons #x male reader #platonic #x gn reader #x reader platonic #x female reader #dmc vergil #dmc devil may cry #dmc x reader #dmc fanfiction #dmc headcanons #dmc #vergil #vergil x reader #vergil x you #Vergil x reader platonic

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actuallysaiyan · 2 years ago

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Birthday Cake(Multifandom headcanons)

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, squirting, cunnilingus/oral sex, slight dubcon, creampies, mentions of birthdays

word count: 2.4k

pairings: Rufus Shinra x Fem!Reader, Vegeta x Fem!Reader, Vergil x Fem!Reader, Sephiroth x Fem!Reader

a/n: Happy birthday @beneathstarryskies!!! Please note that I don't usually write for the Final Fantasy men, so if anything seems out of character, my apologies.

Rufus

Rufus spares no expenses when it comes to your birthday. He knows what you like, and he truly goes above and beyond most of the time. You can expect lots of little luxury gifts when you first wake up, and he brings out the best as the day rolls on.

You’ll probably spend the day at the spa and salon, getting pampered in the way you enjoy most. Rufus wants to make sure you feel and look your best on your birthday. It’s important that you’re feeling mellow.

Also expect a new outfit, some new shoes and a sexy little lingerie set for the day. You’ll be taken to dinner at the most luxurious and fanciest restaurant that Rufus can find. He’ll make sure that the waiters and cooks cater to your every need.

And when you get home from your amazing day, Rufus decides it’s time to show you how much he loves you. The best way to do that? With your ankles on his shoulders and him slamming himself into you until you’re fucked stupid.

He grunts as he feels your walls tighten again. It’s been the fifth time that you’ve cum, and he is desperate to hold on. Even if he cums, Rufus knows he’s going to keep going. He wants to fuck you until you can’t even remember your own name. You let out such a pitiful moan, and it makes his cock throb. Rufus pushes through the sensations of wanting to cum and he continues to slam himself into you.

“Gorgeous baby,” he mutters against your neck. Your skin is covered in a layer of sweat, and he loves the way it’s so salty against his tongue. “So fucking gorgeous, just for me.”

You can barely respond at this point. Your thighs begin shaking as he angles his hips in the perfect way to hit your sweet spot dead on. You can’t even remember how many times you’ve cum, but you’re sure you’ll keep cumming until you’ve had enough. Even past that, Rufus might decide not to stop. He has a way of coaxing you to take more than you can usually handle.

His hands are bruising on your hips as he picks up his pace even more. Loud sounds of skin slapping together and animalistic groans are echoing off the walls of the room. And when he looks down at where you’re connected, it proves to be almost too much. He has to bite down on his bottom lip to try and conceal the strangled grunt that’s threatening to spill from him.

“Best fuckin’ pussy,” Rufus moans. “So close, baby. Just give me one more.”

His hands slips between the two of you, and his thumb settles on your swollen, aching clit. A few swipes and you’re a goner. You cry out his name for what feels like the umpteenth tonight. Rufus feels himself slipping as your walls pulse and clench around him, sending him over the edge along with you.

And as the two of you cling to one another, you realize just how much you love him. And you realize how lost you’d be without him. Another birthday come and gone, but you’ll always have Rufus

Vegeta

Vegeta is pisspoor at planning birthdays. He isn’t a sentimental man, but when it comes to you, he tries so hard. With his pride set aside, he goes to Bulma and asks for help. Luckily for you, Bulma is amazing at throwing parties. So he leaves that part up to her.

And yet, he panics when he realizes how he’ll need to get you a gift. He doesn’t want to get you just anything. Despite not being very sentimental, he knows this gift should come from the hard. He scours high and low, thinking of the right thing to give.

At your surprise party, he gives you lots of time to mingle. It’s really just for him to be able to stall. And then it hits him. You’re always complaining how you don’t spend nearly enough quality time together. He knows it might seem silly to some, but to you, it should mean the world.

He pulls you into the nearest private room and he has you pinned to the wall. Your mind is reeling as he kisses you over and over with such passion. Vegeta knows exactly what to do.

Your thighs shudder and your knees threaten to buckle once he’s kneeling in front of you and pressing kisses to your clothed clit. Vegeta has an insatiable appetite for eating pussy. You’ve been the lucky one to experience the pleasure that is Vegeta lapping at your slick. But never at a party like this. Usually he’s good to pull you away and to bring you home. Vegeta just couldn’t bring himself to do it now.

“Try to be quiet, woman. Kami knows how loud you can get,” the words may seem cold, but you can see the smirk on his face. He’s challenging you in a way.

A gasp is ripped from your throat as his fingers rip the small garment away from your body. Your slick is exposed to his salivating mouth, and he takes a greedy inhale of your scent. It sends shivers down his spine and turns him into a feral animal. Without another word, he pulls you close and licks you languidly. Every stroke of his tongue sends you reeling. You’re shuddering and shaking as his tongue touches every sensitive part of your body.

Greedy slurps and sucking sounds can be heard from him as he devours you. He’s always one to pull a few orgasms from you, but this almost feels different from the other times. It almost seems like he’s got a goal in mind. Suddenly, you feel yourself almost hovering over the ground. He grips onto you, holding you upright as he settles your legs on his shoulders. You know that Vegeta would never drop you. You trust him and you know his strength.

“That’s a good princess,” he moans as he goes right back to lapping at you. The taste of your cream is making his cock ache. But he’s not going to let up, oh no…not yet. He knows he can make you gush all over his face. Vegeta would proudly go back out to the party with your juices all over him. Despite his prudish ways, he can be quite the pervert sometimes. But when it comes to sexual conquest and showing that he is the best at pleasing his lover, Vegeta loves to show off.

You feel his tongue prodding at your hole, and his face is so pressed up against you. His nose is against your swollen clit, and Vegeta swears he could die happy by being suffocated by your thighs. It’s all too good for him. He needs to feel your juices all over him. And with one more swipe of his tongue from your hole to your clit, you can feel your orgasm getting closer and closer.

“That’s it,” he coaxes between long swipes of his tongue. “Let go for your prince.”

Your vision cuts to static and you can’t hold your cries of love as your orgasm hits you harder than it ever has. Your juices are gushing out, spraying his face and his upper abdomen. The smell is arousing to him, and he would gladly have you doing this again and again. He even needs to hold you down to keep you from thrashing about too much.

“That’s my princess. Now, let’s see if I can make you do that again.”

Vergil

Vergil is clueless when it comes to things like birthdays. But he wants to put in a lot of effort. He knows they are special days and that he needs to find the perfect gift for you. As for the day’s festivities, they don’t need to be too fancy. He’ll take you to dinner and then a romantic walk.

Dante thinks his brother is being foolish and tells him he should be getting you something big and fancy. Lady tells Vergil to ignore Dante and to do something romantic. All of these conflicting ideas just confuse Vergil even more.

But you mention small things like the books you’ve been meaning to buy, and your favorite meal. Vergil has everything about you pretty much memorized. So he goes out and he plans to give you the books over dinner.

And when your romantic walk ends, you know you just want to jump into bed with the man. Despite his cold and stoic ways, he’s found the right way to warm your heart.

Your cheeks are flushed as you feel your orgasm creeping up on you. Vergil has your legs wrap around him, desperate to be as close to you as he can. He clings to you like you’re about to disappear any moment now. You know with Vergil that he can be like this sometimes. You know he’s been through so much and it hurts you. You’d like to be the comforting warmth in his life, and you really have no idea how much you truly are already.

He grunts, “So good…”

Your walls have been sucking him in since the first moment he’s slipped into you tonight. You’re always so ready for him, despite the fact that he spends lots of time making sure you’re prepared for him. He’ll lay between your thighs, just happily lapping at your cunt. The sweetness of your arousal only adds to his own arousal. It makes him so feral to be able to fuck you, but when it comes down to it. Vergil is soft and sweet with you. Especially today.

“Vergil,” you whine as your nails begin digging into his back. “I’m so close.”

With that, he pushes your legs up to your chest and begins rocking his hips a little faster. The look on your face is worth every bit of suffering he has endured. Vergil swears you are his angel, ready to save him from the hell he’s been through. The way you cry out his name when you cum, it makes him realize he can have such softness and happiness in his life. It’s everything and more for him.

“That’s my good girl,” he purrs as you come down from your high.

But he’s far from finished with you. Vergil will gladly make you come undone over and over. It’s one of his favorite gifts to give you. He may not always know what to say or what to do, but he knows he can please you physically in ways that no other man or woman could dream to do. His heritage proves worthy in terms of having such great stamina. And even if he were to cum earlier than planned, you know he just continues until you’ve both had your fill.

“Let me feel you cum again, angel.” He whispers against your lips. “Once more and then I’ll fill you with my seed.”

You cling to him, and he lets his lips attach to one of your nipples. You can see stars in your vision as his cock keeps hitting your sweet spot dead on. Without a doubt, Vergil is the best lover you could ever dream of.

Sephiroth

He tries his best to remember the things you’ve said you’d like to be gifted. Surely he can manage to round up a couple of gifts for you. But what he doesn’t know is that you’re wanting some time with him. Birthdays can be weird sometimes, and Sephiroth feels like he has a hard time remembering any of his.

Despite not having any pressure whatsoever, he finds himself panicking a little bit. He wonders if you’ll even like the things he’s managed to buy you. He knows he’ll still be in your favor if he’s made a mistake, but he wants it to be perfect.

And with the gifts also comes dinner. He feels a little odd about going out with someone, but for you, he’d do anything to make you smile. The waiters and the chefs at the restaurant make a special effort since Sephiroth demanded it.

What really shocks you is when Sephiroth presents you with a beautiful necklace. And with the words of love and loyalty pledged to you, you know that he’s going to be the most loyal man to you. Sephiroth pledges to never break your heart.

Your heart races as you feel his lips on your neck. His hands are busy undressing you. He’s feeling so desperate to see your naked body on display; just for him. It’s what he wants for himself, even if it means being selfish and greedy. Under the guise of wanting to pleasure you, Sephiroth can greedily drink up every part of your body. He can eye you for as long as he wants without you thinking badly of him.

Even though you wouldn’t think ill of him if he were to confess the reason behind admiring you. He finds you alluring like no other. Never has he had these feelings before, but you’ve awoken something so deep inside of him. A need and want for love and affection. And when he finally does get you naked, he needs a moment to sit on his knees and look at you.

“What?” You ask, your cheeks turning red. You begin to cover up your body, and Sephiroth only offers you a soft smile at first.

His lips are gentle against yours before he whispers sweet words. “I just want to admire the most beautiful person in the world.”

You want to believe he’s lying, but he would never lie to you. Slowly, you uncover yourself and you allow him to admire you. His eyes widen a little as he finally takes you all in. You’re so beautiful, someone could confuse you for a beautiful love goddess. And truth be told, Sephiroth isn’t actually sure you’re not that.

His lips tenderly press on delicate parts of your body, before he begins nipping and sucking reddening and purpling bruises. Suddenly, the urge to make you all his hits him all at once. And he spreads your thighs, slotting himself between them. You look up at him, your hands reaching out to push his hair out of his face.

“May I claim you for good?” His words almost sound so surreal, but you know it’s him.

You nod your head, and he presses his lips to yours frantically. Things feel so much more passionate and heated now. He smirks and asks the question once more.

“Yes, I’m all yours.”

With a few more kisses going down your body, Sephiroth finally settles right between your thighs. He gives a soft kiss to your mound, then your clit. The way you shudder to his touches and his affections, he knows you’re not lying to him.

“Good, because I intend to keep you forever.”

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naokimi · 1 year ago

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So much tenderness 🖤

#dante #dante sparda #devil may cry #devilmaycry5 #dmc dante #dante x oc #dante x y/n #dante x female reader

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love-toxin · 2 years ago

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ah, I've been enlightened! the hellspawn enemies are wretched and disgusting bc the dmc team poured their whole pussy into making all the protagonists so hot my brain melts whenever they're onscreen 😵‍💫💦

also dear GOD the replay cutscene of Nero getting pissed off cause he got called dead weight should not be making me pant like this. bc all I can think about is saying smthn off the cuff in passing about something he's insecure about and him just being like >:( "I'll show you dead weight!!" and then he just absolutely destroys each and every one of your holes one by one <33 eheh <33 also maybe while calling u a slut and making you tell him how good he fucks u until you're whimpering and soaked all over HEHEHEH!!!!!!

i hope all you rogue Devil May Cry girlies appreciate the sacrifice i am making of enduring these DISGUSTING dmc5 enemy types just because I think Nero is hot and i want him to sit on my face</3

#i can forgive the gratuitous female nudity for dmc.....they can have a pass bc 🥵 lady 🥵 trish 💦💦#the fact that v is constantly on the brink of kicking the bucket is extremely attractive also 😩 weak and pathetic kings unite #also ive met dante. teehee /twirls my hair #nero dmc #nero x reader #dmc5 #devil may cry #ellie thirsts

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icycoldninja · 5 months ago

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Are you writing things right now or are you still on break to catch up with your other stuff? If not could you write a Sephiroth where he comforts the reader as she is on her period? (If not comfortable I understand ^^)

Oh, I'm writing still. Glad to see a Sephiroth request among all the DMC related stuff! Enjoy!

Period pains (Sephiroth x Fem!Reader)

Sephiroth sighed as he beheld your groaning form that was curled up on the couch with your arms wrapped around your abdomen and entire body shivering under a thick blanket.

"What is the matter with you?" He asked, nonchalantly. You'll have to pardon his bluntness, he hasn't interacted with many women aside from yourself and his mother, and his mother was only a head. He'd only ever heard about periods from whispered conversations between his female coworkers at Shinra, but had never seen one in person before.

Now he had his chance to see what a menstrual cycle does to a wonan, and he had no idea what to do.

"Y/N, I asked you a question. What is the matter with you?"

"It hurts," You whined, crunching your eyes shut as another painful cramp flared up in your stomach.

"What does?" Sephiroth questioned, folding his arms.

"My stomach," You complained, grabbing at the blanket and drawing it tighter around yourself.

"Are you ill? Stomach virus, perhaps?"

"No," You responded, shaking your head. "It's my period cramps. They're really painful this month."

"What do you want me to do about it?" Though the words sounded harsh, the tone in which he spoke them conveyed the true meaning of his sentence: that he wanted to help you.

"Get me some Ibuprofen please?" You asked, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

"Very well," The long haired man acceded, turning and disappearing into the kitchen and returning a moment later with a bottle of painkillers as well as a glass of water. "Here," He said, thrusting the items into your face.

You thanked him and swallowed a pill and water before returning to your fetal position on the couch. Sephiroth watched you shiver and sigh for a few moments before letting out a great, long, exhale and sitting down next to you, lifting your head into his lap.

"What are you doing, Seph?" You inquired, appreciating the attention but confused as to why he was giving it to you.

"My little fluffpuff should never have to suffer," Sephiroth replied, a tinge of lauguter in his voice. "I will stay here with you until the pain passes. Now hush, sleep if you wish."

Letting out a little grumble of both agreement and contentment, you shut your eyes and allowed your mind to drift into sweet nothingness, your painful cramps already fading away.

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cerezzzita · 2 years ago

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Hey there, kween. Rainbow dragon here with some valentine themed asks. Giving Dante a bouquet of his favorite flowers (red roses?) with “how much did all of this cost you…” “does that really matter?”. Or forcing McCree to watch a soppy movie + "That's really all I need. Some time with just you." Here's some valentines chocolates a s payment 🍫🍫🍫

🍓 ˖ . ᵎᵎ kiss from a rose ✦ dante x fem!reader

⌕ synopsis: It's Valentine's Day and your loving devil have a thing for everything red, especially roses.

notes: oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god- FINALLY MADE SOMETHING WITH >HIM< AAAA he's my boo, Dante's just the love of my life, I can't put in words how much I love this man! he's so sjsksananwwh UGHHH I LOVE HIM SO FREAKING MUCH! MAN I LOVE YOUUU <dante3

okay okay, now i can breath. oof! firstly, happy Valentine's Day y'all! if you have a Valentine to spend the day with, hope everything's nice and smooth with you, sending you friendly but sweet kisses, and if you're like me, without a Valentine (not that that's sad okay it can be pretty good and all), come here, Dante will make your day brighter and especial as he's making with me hehehehehe.

so! hope you all enjoy the reading! AND BY THE WAYYY GO FOLLOW @aldryrththerainbowheart, yup, the sweetheart that requested this! they (sorry, I don't know your pronouns, hope I don't offend you) have an DMC Arcana Series that's mwah, over the top! thank you for requesting, though <3333 and here some sugar for ya too 🍫🍫🍫

♡ word count: 455

♡ tags: fluffy, 2nd pov (you/yours), Dante being an sugarcube, use of petnames (because it's not Dante if he's not using petnames), female reader, he's shirtless btw, Dante being the ultimate red lover that he is <3

✦ read on ao3

Stealthily, you entered the doors of the Devil May Cry shop, the tails of your eyes inspecting every possible corner. Everything seemed unnaturally quiet for a venue that had daily hustles among its members. Perhaps it was due to the fact that that day was no other than Valentine's Day. And you were looking for your valentine, one with silver hair, crystal eyes and a smoldering mischievous smile.

Speaking of mischief, the tips of your lips twitched in a similarly conceited smile. Your hands behind your back guarded a preciousness that yes, could have taken a good amount of your salary as a Devil Hunter, but it would be worth it.

Returning to the present scenario, by instinct your eyebrows shaped curious curves by the unusual silence, which was occasionally interrupted by the low — almost inaudible — music coming from the old jukebox. Your mouth opened to vocalize:

“Yoo-hoo, Dante! Where are you?”

“Miss me, sugarcube?” From the top of the stairs emerged the slender half-demon, looking fresh and shirtless. Oh yeah. A freshly showered Dante could never be too much candy for the eye.

Your teeth subtly bit into the soft flesh of your lower lip, but not to give reasons to further inflate the Devil Hunter's ego, you shook your head and took a step or two towards him.

“There you are,” you purred, capturing the smoothness of Dante's lips on yours that resulted in a brief seal. “Did you really think I would let such a special date go unnoticed?”

It was Dante's turn to let his brow rise in question, the look of his features compounded by his caricature lightness and wit. Though he couldn't be astute enough to predict the movement of your hands as you filled the fields of his eyes with a neat, fragrant bouquet of red roses. His clear, icy eyes widened in surprise.

“Babe…”

“Since you have a thing for everything that's red, I thought they were your favourites!” You justified, the soft feeling of the fervency of love and embarrassment united in a single averted gaze. Your irises returned to Dante's still dazed face.

“How much did all of this cost you…?”

“Does that really matter?” You replied.

Dante finally gave you one of those rousing, contagious smiles of his, catching the crimson flowers in one hand and wrapping his arm around your waist, lifting you off your feet in an impromptu hug. The palm of your hand, by impulse, found the warmth of the firm and naked chest of the half-demon.

“Aw, babe, you're the best girlfriend ever!" With that said, your entire face was soon taken over by lots and lots of splattered kisses. “Thank you so much, angelcake!”

“Tee-hee, happy Valentine's Day, daredevil…”

#cerezzzita's valentine #devil may cry #devil may cry fanfiction #dmc #devil may cry x reader #dante #dmc dante #dante sparda #reader insert #dante x reader #dmc dante x reader #dante sparda x reader #female reader #dante x female reader

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that-gay-guy-from-hell · 2 years ago

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The Bed of the Blue Devil: Vergil x G/N Reader

MINORS DNI; THIS IS FOR ADULTS ONLY

SERIOUSLY, GO AWAY!

Summary: Vergil's going through his first rut with you. Reaching the last two or so weeks, Vergil's need had been only increasing. He is going to try and fix that.

BEGINNING NOTES: Requested by @kasianthus ⚰️🧴⚰️ I understand that the sizes I H/C for Vergil’s dick would fucking hurt and (more than likely) kill you; just let me have some fun lmfao. During Dante’s rut fic I tried to keep it kinda realistic, but fuck that; I H/C them with big dicks so take your 16 in. devil and let me be a degenerate. The bed has a framed canopy with curtains; this will make sense later. 🧴⚰️🧴 Top Dom. Vergil x Sub Bottom G/N reader Devil Trigger sex Sin Devil Trigger sex Knotting/breeding kink (this is a rut fic. after all)

A small snore caught in your throat as you took a much-needed black-out nap. Today had already been a long day and it wasn’t even noon. All because of a certain blue devil and his unyielding lust. Despite his best efforts, even Vergil is unable to resist his time of rut; something that had been going on for a few weeks now, and things were going well. Vergil had been able to keep himself satisfied and kept you just as such; given you were sore and weren't able to do much else besides sleep. Today, however, it appears that Vergil was having a much harder time satiating his devilish urges.

The two of you had finished up the third session of the day just shy of three hours ago. You’d fallen asleep almost immediately afterwards and Vergil had snuck off to do some menial housework; a vain attempt at distracting himself. However, it didn’t last; now, he found himself standing at the edge of your shared bed. Watching you.

He pursed his lips and furrowed his brow, debating if he should wake you. A certain burning heat in his pants told him yes, while he knew damn well you were exhausted. While he was deep in thought, you woke up and rolled over, tiredly biting your lips at the sight of your lover.

Vergil’s hair was disheveled and he looked far from his typical refined self. A tattered baggy navy tank top hung over his chest, which was the complete opposite of the black form-fitting yoga pants beneath it. As you stared you noticed that, A, he wasn’t wearing any boxers and, B, his cock was so hard that it practically begged to be touched.

You crept your way bit by bit to the edge of the bed; carefully and slowly, to keep him from zoning back in. You licked your lips as you reached out to touch his bulge. The moment your fingers made contact, his eyes flicked down to you.

A sultry smile decorated your features as you continued to palm him, earning a small grunt from him. Wanting to hear more, you slowly pulled his pants down. His cock sprung outwards and was already dripping with precum. You were still laying sideways, so the angle was a bit odd, but you placed small kisses along his shaft and ended by giving his cock head a generous lick.

This was enough for him to react and join you on the bed. Because of his rut, Vergil had been almost entirely concerned with putting himself inside a different hole rather than your mouth; which, with how rough he has been, you were semi-grateful for.

Vergil’s eyes were already glowing. You gave him a warm smile and placed a hand on his cheek, thumbing over him slightly. Cautiously, his lips met with yours. Despite his current affliction, he still did his best to be careful with you. He licked at your lips and you allowed him into your mouth. The kisses were slow and sloppy; mostly because you were still waking up.

All the while, he slid his fingers into your underwear and began to play with your aroused sex. Small moans left your mouth as he did his damnedest to make sure you felt good too. Your hand traveled his shirt and you tugged it. The blue devil removed himself from you and ripped off the fabric, before immediately returning to both his heated actions.

You broke from his kisses and stayed against his forehead, “Vergil,” one of your hands gently wrapped around his cock, stroking him slightly, "I want you."

“May I-?” his voice was low and almost meek, asking if he could use his Trigger on you again.

“Mmn,” you placed a long kiss on his lips, “Of course, Master~ ”

A hitched breath came from him at the use of that name; one that you’d only learned in the past few weeks that he enjoyed.

Vergil leaned up and slid off the bed. He yanked your underwear off of you and removed his pants. A flash of bright cornflower blue filled the room for a split second before he rejoined you on the bed.

You couldn’t help but smile at him. Vergil’s Devil Trigger was a rare beautiful sight that you’d been getting plenty of in the past few weeks. However, your pure thoughts were quickly tainted.

“Shit,” you sputtered out a groan as the blue devil pushed himself inside you, “Vergil- ngh ah~”

He placed his forehead against yours. Vergil’s breathing was labored and he was doing everything in his power to take things slowly. You shared a soft kiss with him while you draped your arms over his shoulders.

“Vergil,” you whispered against his lips, “You alright? You seem tenser than- Aha~” he roughly pushed the last few inches inside you.

“I am f-fine,” his breathing hitched as he finally had himself seated within you.

The two of you shared another few soft kisses before he rolled his hips slightly. You clasped your legs around him as another guttural moan escaped your lips. Taking this as the all-clear, he maintained eye contact as his hips picked up speed.

It didn’t take long for him to reach a breakneck pace and for you to come undone underneath him. In his excitement, his wings flew outwards and stretched out wide; just barely missing the canopy’s curtains. Along with that, Vergil began to make noises more akin to that of a snarling beast rather than that of a man.

“Vergil, god~” you wrapped your arms around and grabbed his horns tightly.

The blue devil quickly took the hint and got up, pushing you against one of the walls of the destroyed bedroom.

“Oh fuck~ Harder please,” he did as you asked, rutting up into you hard enough that you were seeing stars, “You feel so good, Vergil- Ngh ah~”

He pushed you harder into the wall, knocking the few re-hung items back down onto the floor. You moved your hands down to his face and slid them underneath the plating, thumbing over his cheekbones. His eyes met with yours again, telling you he was getting close.

Through heavy breaths, you whispered to him, “Make me yours- I’m all yours. Please, Vergil, I want to feel you fill me, plea- aah~!”

A loud sharp crying moan left your lips as you felt him push his knot inside you. Vergil let out a low growling groan as he continuously murmured your name in ecstasy. The blue devil ground himself against you as he placed his forehead against yours again.

After a few long minutes, he removed himself from your body which made you shiver in return. He moved you back to the bed and proceeded to hover back over you, placing his hands next to your body.

Despite your tiredness, you knew exactly what he wanted, “Not done yet, are you?”

With an almost timid look, he broke off his stare from yours. Although it had been nearly four weeks of this pure heated lust, Vergil still hated having to ask you for more; especially when you looked so worn out.

“Hey,” you ghosted your hand along one of his wings, which were still unfolded and resting at his sides, “What’s wrong.”

“Are you sure you are alright with this,” he pursed his lips.

“Vergil,” you ran a finger along the silvery scales that adorned the side of his neck, “I can handle it and besides,” your hand sat on the back of his neck and helped you lean up, “I thought I belonged to you, or was I mistaken..?” although you knew it wasn’t the smoothest line, you could tell he needed some encouragement.

A small twitch of his lip allowed a growl to escape him, “You are mine, that is not debatable.”

“Mnm,” you gently ran your tongue down the same silvery spot as before, “Dunno, with how you’re acting it seems like you--”

A set of broiling lips met with yours and his hands moved to pin yours down into the bedding. He was determined to steal your breath as he pushed harder into your lips. The blue devil’s wings spread out again as he ground his still throbbing cock against your lower abdomen. Every moan you gave, he devoured greedily.

Only once he could feel you practically begging for air did he release his kiss. As you were panting, he remained right there, nipping at your lips. His devilishly sharp teeth punctured your kiss-swollen mouth. Although he didn’t intend to do so, he continued to taste your blood through the small new bites.

You squirmed underneath him and felt his hands tighten on your arms, digging his claws into your skin, “Vergil- Please, I want to feel you.”

Vergil leaned back up and spread his wings out wide, proud of his submissive mate beneath him. However, he didn’t move and just sat kneeling, looking down at you.

“Wh-what..?” your brow rose in confusion, this was new.

His eye broke from yours and he swallowed hard, “May I… ask you something?” He removed his hands from your arms.

“Of course,” you began to worry that something was wrong.

“May I try using my other form?” his voice was barely audible and his wings had folded back behind him--showing that he was nervous.

“You mean--” a small huff of surprise left your stunned expression, “Your Sin Trigger?”

He nodded meekly.

After thinking for a moment, you bit your lip and nodded in agreement, “We can try it, but,” his eyes flicked to yours, “I have a question first, Vergil.”

“I am listening.”

“If I need you to stop and tell you to stop; will you be able to?”

Vergil took a moment to think before giving you a small smirk, “Of course, I can. You’ve held a conversation with me when I am like that.”

“Conversing with you is much different than you stuffing your cock in me, Vergil,” you winked and gave him a playful smile.

Vergil’s face darkened with a deep blush; something you weren’t aware could happen in this form, “I understand that, Wanderer,” he leaned back down and whispered into your ear, “I will stop if you ask; please let me try this.”

You placed a small kiss on his neck, “I trust you.”

“Thank you,” in return, he gave you a final kiss on the lips before getting off the bed.

Another bright blue flash filled the room. The bed creaked as Vergil climbed atop it and hovered back over you, using one of his hands to support himself. Admittedly, you didn’t find his Sin Trigger scary normally, but right now? You felt like trapped prey and he was a large predator who was going to devour you.

“I want you to look at me,” his voice was distorted but was still as low and sultry as his previous forms, “please.”

You felt his other hand and tail move your legs open and pull you closer to his hips, which made you look down.

“Hey,” he gently and carefully nudged you with his forehead, “Look at me, right in my eyes.”

Your eyes focused on his and you rested your forehead against his. He was trying to keep you from panicking over him entering your tight insides. The feeling of something very hot and very large poking at your entrance made you unintentionally tense up.

“You need to relax, Wanderer,” his voice was low and had a distant sound of begging.

“I’m trying,” you whispered against his teeth, “Wish we could kiss…” a small disappointed laugh came from your nose; admittedly, you had forgotten about his lack of lips in this form.

A short huff of a chuckle came from him, “I can’t offer you much other than this,” he shyly moved over to the side of your neck and ran his tongue along your collarbones.

You squirmed and let out a laugh of both surprise and pleasure. The blue devil’s tongue was reminiscent of the sandpaper feeling of a cat’s tongue but was pleasantly hot. As he continued his distracting motions, he slowly pushed his cockhead inside you.

Instantly there were tears in your eyes and you arched your back, “Fuck~!” you weren’t even sure if you were in pain or not; all you knew, was Vergil just pushed the thickest thing you’d ever taken inside you and it was overwhelming.

“Easy,” he whispered against your neck and bunted his head against the underside of your jaw, “I’ve got you, just try and relax…”

With an unintentionally irritated tone, you grumbled at him, “You try saying that when someone shoves a light post up your--aHaAH~” you slid your fingers underneath his shoulder pauldrons to grasp at his shoulders.

He did his best to stifle his laugh, but was unsuccessful, “What a flattering description…” his voice shifted to a more serious tone, “Do you want me to take it out? I can stop if you--”

“No!” you hissed at him as you felt him continue to steadily enter, “I can take it.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to-”

“Vergil,” you placed a kiss against his teeth, “Don’t worry about me- ehah~” his cock was at the point where his regular Trigger would be, however, he kept pushing forwards.

Your eyes rolled back and you arched again, your nails attempting to dig into his thick hide. Vergil let out a low growl as he pushed the rest of himself inside you. After which, he waited. You sputtered out a few fucks and scrunched your face hard. In an attempt to help relax you, the blue devil used his free hand and ran it up your body, stopping to knead against your chest.

“Vergil…” you opened your eyes allowing more than a few tears to fall from them.

Upon seeing your expression, Vergil panicked and tried to remove himself; only to be stopped by your legs that you’d draped around him. The sudden rough yanking of his hips made you shout out a loud moan and tighten your grip. He paused, unsure what to do. Despite not having any pupils, you could tell he was looking over you frantically and his heart was racing.

Carefully, you used your legs to pull him back to you and re-insert the few inches he had pulled out, “Vergil- Please… I want you to…” you felt him cautiously move back a bit and resulting in you letting out a low moan.

The blue devil continued these small very controlled motions. Stopping when he felt you weren’t enjoying it and only continuing when you’d squeeze his shoulder. Admittedly, this was the hardest thing that Vergil has had to focus on in a very long time. All he wanted was to feel you, to move freely and quickly, to destroy your insides.

“Vergil..?” you set your forehead against the side of his neck and whispered, “I want more, please?”

Without responding, Vergil steadily increased his pace. He leaned back up and rested on his knees. Wanting to move more, he removed your legs from his middle and held them out; allowing him more access to your insides.

Your back arched as you felt him remove about a third of his length and shove it back in, testing to see if you could handle it. Upon seeing your blissfully half-conscious expression, Vergil gradually removed more and more of himself only to slam back inside you.

His pace was steady and rough, now moving as fast as he could. All Vergil wanted was to hear your sweet words and moans, to hear your submission. However, the blue devil was becoming frustrated at the confinement of the bed.

A loud groan left your lips as you felt him pull out all the way. Before you could question, you felt him drag you to the edge of the bed. Carefully but still with a rough forcefulness, Vergil buried his cock back inside you. His hands pulled your legs as far out as they could go, without hurting you, and began to move with feverous speed.

In his sheer ecstasy, Vergil didn’t really care what was going on around him; all he cared about was you. He stared down at you the entire time, watching your face contort each time he rutted against your innards. The way your grasped at the bedding and were squealing unintelligible gibberish at him.

He released his grip on your legs and leaned back down to you, gently licking at your skin again. Vergil wanted to kiss you, to devour your sweet taste; however, this is all he could do. You moved your hands to his horns and held them tightly. If either of you had been in the right mind, you would’ve thought about how touching his burning horns was, not only dangerous but, stupid. But you continued to hold on, despite the scorching of your palms.

The blue devil was on cloud nine upon feeling your soft skin against him. His wings flew outwards and caught the canopy’s curtains, tearing them instantly. Vergil’s tail had also begun to mindlessly swing about and managed to hit one of the support beams, snapping it. The canopy collapsed and fell upon the large devil, but he couldn’t care less.

Right now, all that was going through his mind was how much he wanted to breed you. To fill you. To knot you. To make you his. That you are his mate. That you belong to him. Only to him. All his.

A snarl left the blue devil as his thrusts became shorter and harsher. He had begun to try to push his knot inside you, making you wince slightly; however, you were too fucked out of your mind to care.

You pushed your torso against him as hard as you could, grasping his horns tight enough that your knuckles turned colors. A loud crying pleading whimper came from you, “Vergil, please- Fuck-- Please knot me, make me yours~”

Vergil let out a low growl.

“Please, I’m yours- all yours, please~!”

With that, Vergil fully pushed himself inside you as he arched upwards to let out a tumultuous roar of exhilaration. His wings had fully extended and were stiff while his tail flicked around. The blue devil was in sheer ecstasy.

While you were also in complete bliss, you also were on the verge of passing out. A shiver ran up your spine as you felt his hot fluids fill your hole instantly, spilling out onto the bed and floor. Your heart was running a million miles an hour and your breathing was hitched.

Vergil noticed your seemingly distressed state and laid his forehead on your chest, purring loudly. With the little strength you had, you gently ran your fingers along his upper back and one of his spines. His purring intensified upon your careful touches.

A few minutes passed before he attempted to remove himself, only to find that he was still very much stuck within your tight confines. You let out a hiss in pain at his hard tugging and got a mumbled “Sorry” in return.

The two of you lay intertwined for nearly ten minutes. In your exhaustion, you had fallen asleep; however, the moment he tried to pull out again, you were wide awake. Vergil held your hips in his hands and pulled his hips back, doing his best to remove himself without hurting you.

You could hear the moment his dick left your hole from an audible pop and your low moaning. Your body twitched at the feeling of his seed seeping out of your body. The blue devil stood back for a moment and watched the sight before him; enjoying the fuzzy warm feeling of post-mated jubilation. Slowly backing down through his forms until he was a man once more.

“Vergil?” you whispered.

“Yes? What is it?” He moved over to the side of the bed to get closer to you without pinning you down.

“I love you,” you turned to look at him with half-opened eyes, “so very much…”

He smiled and gently thumbed over your cheek, “I love you too, Wanderer…”

ENDING NOTES: Small note about Sin Trigger Vergil's horns: I figure since there is fire(?) running through them they’d be hot to the touch; like a pot on a stove.

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kumakooo · 1 year ago

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Hi this is my first request (if you not taking request now please ignore) I really like your art and your drawing style✨ (especially since requests are open and today is my special birthday🎂) so I worked up the courage to write and request albeit as anon because I'm shy, and I saw your beautiful Devil May Cry art and my fav concept Merman Vergil, nothing I can request Yandere DMC 5 Virgil x Female Reader, draw please if you do not mind 👉👈? (I'm very embarrassed there may be mistakes here and English is not my first language, try to ignore if it somehow violates your rules ot , love ya!✨ Have a good and nice day/night🌟

Hiii!!💖 and happy belated birthday 🥳🎉

Thanks for all your kind word. I’m glad that you like my art🥹 I hope you had a wonderful birthday and I hope this little present will make you happy 😊

(and don't worry I think your English is perfectly fine. Actually, I'm not good at English too hahaha)

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issacballsac · 1 year ago

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“Being Best-friends with Dante Sparda„

Being a son of Sparda doesn’t mean he doesn’t have time to fool around with you ! Gender neutral human reader

Teenage Years | DMC3

Being the massive flirt he is he’ll most likely try and flirt with you upon meeting

Seeing as his twin brother is currently trying to kill him and take his necklace he’ll keep your first conversation short and leave you with his number

After literal Hell on Earth he’ll remember to give you a call

Y’all click instantly…he’s also just a really easy person to get along with but we’ll just ignore that

Now we all know he STAYS broke so either you pay for a meal or y’all are taking a walk in the park somewhere

Getting him to actually talk about himself is pretty difficult

Give him space and he’ll open up about deeper things in his life eventually especially things that concern his demon half(brother, childhood, etc.)

He does enjoy throwing compliments everywhere so expect daily words of praise whether it be sarcastic, goofy, exaggerated, or sincere praise

If you like to compliment as well it’ll be like the most sickening bromance ever

If your still in school DO NOT go to him for homework help

He’ll hype you up for sure but if you need genuine academic help just get a tutor💀

Would be genuinely upset if you made a joke regarding his white hair bro would get hella moody and claim you aren’t friends anymore

If you have a part time job you can BET he’s gonna ask for some bread

Not exactly outright but he’ll allude to it like..

“You remember all the damage those demon guys did to my shop? Yeah…it’s gonna cost A TON to repair it by myself…”

“Are you hungry? Well I heard about this new pizza spot that WE should totally tryout 😁.”

If you like to make clothes/jewelry/accessories he’ll totally wear it

Refuses to let you mess with his hair until like two years into knowing each other

Takes pride in his looks and you should too! Self care! Ofc you’re paying for any and all expenses🫶

Glorified sugar daddy😭

If you live with your parents…so does he

Congratulations you have a new brother 🩰

If you don’t he’ll offer to be roommates so he can get a cheaper rent

You’ll definitely meet Lady she is absolutely appalled at how you tolerate him constantly sarcastically ofc she knows he’s a good guy

If you’re into video games he’ll play with you granted he doesn’t have the money to pay for a game console so it’ll be on whatever console you have

Once he’s in your life he’s never leaving literally.

A best-friend for a lifetime

Adult Years

He probably saved you from some demons

Like if you met him in his teenage year he’d def start flirting

What can I say he stays true to himself

His personality would never change regardless of his aging

Still the same wacky woohoo pizza man we know and love

Thinks you look hot and invites you on a date which quickly just turns into a hangout after the LACK of romance

Still finds hanging with you to be fun and keeps a friendship

Even after establishing a friendship he still flirts here and there—force of habit

Would definitely teach you how to ride a motorcycle if you didn’t already know

More willing to let you mess with his hair

Like put it in pigtails or tie it up/braid it

Introduced you to the whole DMC gang

Now depending on the time period he’ll tell you about Vergil and his upbringing

He would totally tell you all about it after the events of DMC5 after he returns ofc!

I feel like he’s an animal guy so if you have any pets they’re now his pets too

Co-parenting core🩰

If you’re an artist he’ll be your muse/reference material any day

Loves the attention

Drunk dance nights

Karaoke too he doesn’t have the best singing voice but it’s not the worst

Since he’s a devil hunter he goes on missions a lot and seeing as you don’t want to get your shit rocked you stay behind

Cherishes every moment spent together and will make sure you know that

You always take him with you on vacations

How could you not???

He appreciates if you chip in helping him pay off his MASSIVE FUCKING DEBT

He doesn’t expect you to though

Despite being broke he stays stylish and if you asked would help you with fashion

Ofc he isn’t like BIG on fashion but cmon have you seen his looks? He dabbles

Immediately sees you after missions and starts ranting about the entire thing

“Can you believe it?! So obviously I shot that nasty bitch and it had the nerve to explode all over my jacket! It died so I can’t even get it to pay for a new one!”

“Don’t worry about why I smell like this worry about the fact that Trish totally took MY commission!”

Very dramatic but laid back too if that makes sense

Calls you cheesy nicknames that I will not elaborate on use your imagination 🗣️🫶

Enjoys live music and will go with you to concerts if you like

Shows you his demon form if you’re interested

Whatever your hobby is he’ll be interested

Would make sure nothing ever bad happened to you regarding devils ofc

Best bros for life and in death🫡

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zg0nuwa · 1 year ago

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Hi I really love ur Dante fics, in just my humble opinion you got his goofy ass character right.

I'm gonna take advantage that ur request is open heehehe can you do Dante x sorcerer reader she's one of the strongest in their generation. I think it's kinda cute Dante with his demon hunting stuff and Reader with her witchy stuff. Couple goals✨ Also she made contract with strong demons to fight for her. Plus she kinda have no mercy if an individual gets on her nerves (I'm taking about making them vomit slugs or disfigured their faces with magic or transform their body into a bug and imprisoned it inside a jar IM GANNA STOP I'VE BEEN WATCHING HARRY POTTER TOO MUCH)

The whole DMC crew is probably relief that reader is on their side and not on the enemies

𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐚 ; “𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧”

thank you so much!! also i'm really sorry it took this long to post it... also if thats not an issue i included a name for a demonic companion of yours

dante sparda x gn!sorcerer!reader

warnings ; reader is reffered to as a witch what could suggest they're female but other than that gender is not mentioned

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ i feel like you two would start on bad terms. this has potential for some good enemies to lovers trope but in a business way. dante has his own demon hunting shtick but one day he gets informed of a rising competition and it's not the best news for someone on a tight budget.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ definitely met you on one of the jobs. probably wasn't even his job but yours. he just couldn't help himself. not everyday you get to hear about another demon hunter in the game.

as you explored deeper into the abandoned werehouse you could feel another demon-like presence. at first it didn't bother you, probably some another wild creature that escaped the limbo of hell. but step after step the air around started to get heavy and warm. something that usually does not happen on the job.

when you enter the next room you find the culprit. a man in a long red jacket, tangled white hair, holding a sword on his shoulders. but wait... the sword... it looks familiar. "what is a sparda son doing here of all places?" you said as you walk in the mans direction.

as on cue the man in quetion turned to you holding up his sword up to your chin. "let's call it... a business meeting. wanted to discuss some things with you sweetheart."

you could clearly hear the mocking undertone of his statement.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ things would only get worse from that point on. he would intrude on your assignments and you would "accidentally" send out your beloved pet (if you could call it that) to rough him up. not actually hurt him but just to give him a challenge.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ he once called you a "witch starting with a b" and even after you two got together you did not forgive him.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ as powerfull as you are you have nothing on dante. which one time resulted in him saving your ass. you wanted to be mad or even just angry about the fact he interrupted your job again but if he really didn't want competition why would he save you? that day brought you more questions than answers.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ you don't know when or where it started but at some point both of you started helping eachother out on jobs. and before you know it. boom. you start working together.

to say the crew was bewildered when dante brought an unfamiliar face through the door would be an understatement. they were suspicious and on guard. the first one to speak up was the tall blonde in black leather attire “who is this.” it was more of a demand than a question.

“this, ladies and gent’s is the new addition to our lovely team. don’t worry they won’t bite. i think.”

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ on the first few assignments nico, lady, trish and nero were all cautious with you. as in they barerly spoke to you no matter the circumstances. they only opened their mouths to give directions on where to go next.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ for some time the only people (not really people but yk) you could confine in were dante and your loyall companion - abaddon*. but they both sent you off with a "give them time." so you did.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ when this time around you saved dante they started to warm up to you and to abaddon.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ok enough of that. let's focus on you and dante now. when he first started to feel something he literally thought you put some kind of love potion or spell on him. obviously you did not but let a man dream ig?

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ abaddon would be your wingman from now on. constantly shoving you into dante or putting both of you in compromising positions. one time he even pretended to fall asleep in front of a door and locked you in the dmc van.

"i'm really sorry for him. i don't know what's going on with him recently." you said with your head in your hands while on the verge of a breakdown. this was not the situation you wanted to be in and you expected dante to not be enthusiastic about the ordeal either. to your surprise...

"don't sweat it. i actually don't mind being stuck here with a pretty demon whistler." you don't know what struck your attention more the i don't mind part, the pretty part or the demon whistler part.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ that day a lot of confessions were made. both of you talked about your story of how you ended up in the business and well the confession you never expected.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ two words. power couple. when you work it's like you're reading eachothers mind.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ he had a lot of questions. if you work with demons and he's technically part demon does that mean you could like order him around and stuff? and trust me the questions do not end. every day he comes up with like 20 more.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ once asked you if you could bake an infinite pizza and his argument was that "well you're technically a witch so you know spells and stuff? i don't see why that would be impossible?"

*The Hebrew term Abaddon (Hebrew: אֲבַדּוֹן ’Ăḇaddōn, meaning "destruction", "doom"), and its Greek equivalent Apollyon (Koinē Greek: Ἀπολλύων, Apollúōn meaning "Destroyer") appear in the Bible as both a place of destruction and an angel of the abyss. In the Hebrew Bible, abaddon is used with reference to a bottomless pit, often appearing alongside the place Sheol (שְׁאוֹל Šəʾōl), meaning the resting place of dead peoples. (in the story he's like v's shadow but you can choose how he looks)

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crookeddefendorbanana · 1 year ago

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Devil May Cry

Yandere Dante & Vergil x Female Reader

Notes: a quick oneshot of the dmc twins turning their adorable y/n into their fluffy catgirl

And no Dante & Vergil are NOT dating in this story because that's just icky

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You were an ordinary human, living in the same city as the infamous twins, Vergil and Dante. The two devil hunters were known for their skills in battling demonic forces, but they had developed an unhealthy obsession with you. Unable to bear the thought of you being with anyone else, the twins decided to use a forgotten demonic spell to turn you into a cat girl, hoping that this would grant them the exclusive attention they desired.

One night, while you were peacefully asleep, Vergil and Dante cast the spell, its dark magic enveloping your sleeping form. As dawn broke, you woke up, feeling strange and disoriented. You sat up, only to notice something was different. Your hands were now soft paws, and a pair of fluffy cat ears adorned your head and a massive fluffy tail. Panic coursed through your veins as you realized what had happened.

Just as you were about to call out for help, Vergil and Dante burst into your room, their expressions a mix of excitement and possessiveness. "Look at her, Dante," Vergil said, a twisted smile playing on his lips. "She's perfect."

Dante's eyes widened with delight as he approached you, his fingers reaching out to scratch behind your fluffy ears. "she's so adorable" he said, his voice filled with a mixture of affection and possessiveness. "Just imagine all the cuddles and attention she'll receive as our cute little cat girl."

You were torn between confusion and a strange attraction to the attention they were giving you. As the days passed, Vergil and Dante treated you like their prized possession, lavishing you with affection and care. They would spend hours cuddling you in their bed, running their fingers through your soft fur, and scratching your ears making you purr.

At first, you were resistant to their advances, but slowly, you found yourself yearning for their touch. Their obsession had fueled your own desires, and you couldn't deny the pleasurable sensations that coursed through your body whenever they pampered you. You grew to love the attention and affection they showered upon you, craving it more and more with each passing day.

As time went on, you became completely enamored with the twins. Their yandere tendencies had turned you into their devoted pet, willingly submitting to their twisted desires.

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animelovelover123 · 1 year ago

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DMC Boys x Reader – I Want to Feel Fear

Parings: Dante, Reboot Dante, Vergil, Reboot Vergil, Nero, V, Sparda x Reader (Reader is gender neutral except in Sparda’s story where Reader is female)

Synopsis/Author's Note: The DMC boys are asked to do some CNC. And not the light dubious consent stuff. No, the reader wants it hard. To feel fear, to cry and scream, to fight like their life depends on it but still be held down and used.

Well damn. What are the boys going to do with you?

Disclaimer: All acts in this story are done by consenting participants acting out a fantasy with no true threat to either's well-being. If you are reading this, please understand that drawing/writing/reading/imagining things of this nature does NOT equate to desiring or supporting real-world assault.

Trigger Warnings: CNC, stalking, kidnapping, imprisonment, drugging, knife play, somno, predator/pray play, blood play, implied pregnancy sex, threatening of humiliation, implied semi-public masturbation, sadism, degrading comments, overstimulation, not beta read

Dante

Oh my… who knew his little angel was so devilish?

Sure, why not? Dante has entertained plenty of people with some freaky kinks, so he knows there isn’t anything wrong with two adults consensually doing some nasty stuff. He’s down to try if it will make you happy. Now, how to go about it…

You’re a demon hunter and his longtime partner so he knew you could handle being roughed up a bit. But what exactly are you looking for babe?

A sudden strike by a stranger (played by Dante)?

Some predator and prey hunting?

Some public humiliation?

Well… maybe not that last one because Dante causes that all the time with his antics anyway.

What would he like? Dante had to sit and think about that one. This is a whole new world he has never really explored before.

But you know, there was this one fantasy he had. And if he just cranked up the aggression then… Ya, that could work.

With a final shot, the last demon’s screech was silenced. As Dante set Rebellion on his back, keeping Ebony in his left hand, he looked over at you. You looked so sweet and vulnerable as your trembling subsided and your puffy red eyes with pupils blown wide relaxed a bit as the last of your attackers, as far as the character you were playing knew, evaporated. It was a weak and timid version of you he rarely got to see.

“Thank you so much for saving me, sir.” You say as you stepped down from the create you had climbed on to get out of reach of the calf-tall demons that had attacked you.

“Well, I couldn’t just sit back and let the world lose out on such a pretty little thing now could I?” As Dante draws closer to you, he watches you put on a shy little smile at his compliment. How cute. Too bad he won’t be seeing it for a while. “Unfortunately though I don’t run a charity so I’m gonna need to be paid for my hard work.”

“Pay?” Your relaxed posture tensed back up quickly.

“Yep, got bills to pay you know. Now let’s see…” With his free hand, Dante stroked his chin in exaggerated thought. In his other, he twirled Ebony around purposely within your field of view. “with it being an out-of-the-blue job that took time out of my busy day… I’d say 30 sounds about fair.” Dante announced in a particular way just so he could see your eyes light up with hope so he could dash it.

“30 bucks?”

Dante chuckled.

“No sweetheart, 30 thousand.”

“30 thousand dollars!? I’m sorry but don’t have that kind of money.” You keep talking, pleading your case, but Dante made a loud humming noise that told you he was too busy thinking to listen.

“You know,” He eventually says, cutting you off. “I think I can make an exception for someone as cute as you.” He gives a playful wink as he stops playing with Ebony to press its muzzle into the crown of your hair. With just enough force for you to take the hint, Dante presses down on you until you sink to your knees. “I know just how you can pay me.”

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After swallowing, as ordered, you are finally able to wrench your head back, freeing yourself from the repeated gaging to drag in fresh air. You start to catch your breath, though each gasp makes your sore throat burn. You glance up at Dante who has since moved his gun from your head and now slouched over you, hands on the create behind you, with closed eyes and heavy breaths as his high washes off. Seeing this as your chance you turn and start to crawl away. You make it a couple of feet before you’re grabbed by your hair, not pulled back but held in place.

“Where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?” Dante practically growls. “You aren’t done paying your bill.”

“But,” You stay in place, too scared to move. “I just…”

“Auwh, did I forget to tell you?” Dante moved to squat down beside you so he could look at your fearful expression. “I charge by the corps. Now remind me again, how many demons were there?”

“S-six.”

Dante gave a wolfish grin.

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“Where are you taking me?” You whine, far too tired to cry out at this point. You are moved from where Dante had thrown you over his should and dropped onto the back seats of Dante’s open-roofed car, your head behind the driver’s seat.

“I’m taking you back to my place.” Dante circles the car but instead of sliding into the front seat, he places one hand on the back door and the other on the driver seat headrest. Using them as leverage he leans over you, blocking out the sun and casting a shadow over your delightfully confused and concerned face.

“Your place? But I paid off my debt, didn’t I?”

“Yep, that you did. Even gave a little extra tip.” Dante shot you a toothy grin. “But you know what? I might just be addicted to that perfect little body of yours. So, I think I’m gonna keep you. It’ll be nice coming home every day to such a sexy cockwarmer.”

Reboot Dante

Really? You’re into that?

Surprisingly Dante actually rejects your request at first.

The idea of forcefully taking you at some club or in an alley just brings up memories of the times Dante has beaten some prick half to death for trying the same thing.

It will take a little convincing, along with some extra good treatment to rack up some IOU’s, but you can get him on board.

He’s still a bit hesitant so you need to start him with something he is a bit more comfortable with, something he is used to.

Dante and you are well accustomed to fooling around in places you probably shouldn’t. It helped that Dante had spent most of his life being sporadically homeless so he knew all sorts of nooks and crannies where a person or two could hide away from prying eyes.

So, take those moments, add a sprinkle of anonymity and a heaping cup of force, and now we’re talking.

You stand holding open one of the back doors of your friend’s car, allowing others to pile in so you can snag the window seat. Just as the last person slides into place, you hear the cocking of a gun.

“Don’t move,” Came a gruff male voice, sounding both loud enough to be heard but also distant. You knew it well, but still tensed up on instinct. “act calm.”

“You comin’?” Asks one of your friends in a joking tone, looking up at you with a blissfully unaware smile.

“Tell em your walking home.” Came the voice again, plenty loud enough to be heard by your friends, but it was only you with the power to hear him. You give your friends the lie you had been fed. They questioned you a bit but eventually drove off, none the wiser. “Go back into the fair.” The gun behind you makes a noise, possibly pointing in the direction the man wanted you to go.

No matter what it was, it served to snap you out of your panicked obedience as the reality of the situation came back to you. You stay stalk still, brain hastily fliting through thoughts but unable to settle on one.

“Hey, get going.” The man pushes, impatience evident in his voice and in another fidget of the gun. Without thinking you defiantly shake your head. Before taking your next breath the gun fires. The firing has a similar distant sounding quality to it as the man’s voice, but the explosion of the streetlight above you is too close.

“I told you to move.” Snaped the man. This time you follow orders.

You moved stiffly but with purpose, following instructions to a tee as the man tells you when and where to turn. You don’t speak, don’t turn around, don’t try to run for fear of ending up like that streetlight.

“Get on the freewheel, alone.” The last word came out with a bit of venom. The line was short as it was near closing time, so it didn’t take long for it to be your turn. The enclosed cabin shifts a bit under your weight as you step on, and as the door is closing it shifts again. You and the man ride a quarter of the rotation, the cabin halfway up where no one on the ground could see you, before he gives his next command.

“Lift up your top and drop your pants.” Even though you could have seen this coming, the suddenness made your brain stutter. Another loud clack of the gun got your hands moving again. Despite the intense trembling of your hands, you are able to undo and push down your pants, letting them fall to the cabin floor. “Underwear too.” This time you do struggle a bit, though out of nervousness as you look outside of the cabin to see all the people milling about down below. When the smaller cloth joins your pants you only barely catch a guttural groan from behind you. “Sit and spread your legs.” This order actually gets you something, aside from embarrassment. It gives you the first chance to look at your assailant, or it would have if he was truly there.

You had only recently started your medium training with Kat so you couldn’t make out any features of the man in Limbo. All you see is a white fog-like mass in the shape of a man looking down at you while pointing a gun-shaped object at your chest. A gun that could very much kill you through the division of realities.

“Don’t forget your top.” He said, motioning with his gun at the hem. As you pull your shirt up to reveal your chest, but not off, the figure sits on the bench across from you. The gun doesn’t drift from its target in the slightest. “Now touch yourself.”

“What!?”

“You heard me.” There was no compassion in the man’s voice. If anything, there was humor, as if he was amused by your shame. “Get yourself off. Right here, right now.”

“But…” Your voice trails off as you look out of the cabin window. “the ride will end soon.” The freewheel had made half its rotation.

“Don’t worry,” The figure shifted. “it usually takes about an hour for the fire truck to get here to help people off.” The figure lifts from his seat to lean out the cabin window and take a shot down towards the ground. You hear the harsh screeching of a bullet cutting through metal and the freewheel immediately comes to a screeching halt, leaving your cabin just shy of the top where no one could possibly look in at what you were doing.

“You better get the show on the road.” The man taunted as he sat back down, one hand pointing the gun back at you while the other reached down towards his crotch. “Times ticking and I’m not letting you stop until we’re both done.”

Vergil

You wish to be dominated? Well, he agrees there was no better person than him to do that for you.

Despite being far more sophisticated than most demons and being able to hide your physical traits, so much so that you lived among humans with none the wiser, you were a full demon. A demon whose body had exceptional healing powers because, no matter what gender you fell into, every one of your species was predisposed to be taken by more powerful demons. It’s just how your people were, always ready and waiting to be dominated. And even though you had formed more humanity than most others of your kind, the desire was still there.

Vergil understood this, having studied demonology extensively and having sensed your demonic energy calling out to his, enticing him to act.

Up until then, even though he was more in tune with his demon half than his human half, he was far too disciplined and civilized to give in to such boorish desires. His goal was to gain power and control. Giving into his lust and taking you, one of the several demons that served under him, would not bring him closer to that objective.

And yet, when you came to him proclaiming your affection and desire for him an alluring rush of dominance came over him. It wasn’t the same feeling as when he defeated an opponent in combat or even when his followers bowed for him. This was deeper, intimate, primal.

It was no use. Even with the generous head start you had been given, no matter how far, how long, or how fast you ran he was there. Sometimes behind you, sometimes appearing in front of you, but always close, as if you were but a worm desperately trying to crawl away from a swooping bird. You were too easy a target when in open areas so had tried to make this more difficult for your pursuer by zigzagging in a densely forested area, but that only slowed him slightly. Still, it slowed him, so to a denser area you ran. Particularly, you started squeezing your way through bushes and overgrown demonic thorny areas where standing straight or walking was an impossibility. This worked for a couple of minutes, even giving you brief moments of reprieve as the sound of his movements and perturbed tisks faded behind the foliage on occasion. However, with him already being on edge with his dragged-out arousal, this obstacle only served to ignite his frustration. With easy flicks of the Yamato the offending plants were sliced to ribbons. Upon noticing this and realizing that continuing to slither through vines while Vergil cut through them was only slowing you down, you leave the dense plants back into the forest. You don’t make it more than a few feet through before an ethereal blade of blue energy pierces your torso, knocking the air from your lungs and pushing your upper body forward harshly, causing you to fall to the ground. Just as you are catching your breath and attempting to lift onto your hands and knees a boot plants itself firmly on your back and forces you back down.

“Foolish.” Vergil calmly said as the summon sword dissolved away, allowing your body to begin its rapid repair of the hole left behind. “Did you really think some fauna would protect you?”

The moment your wound is healed enough you swiftly slash at the leg pinning you down. He kicks your hand back, but in turn lifts his foot from your back. You take the opportunity and scurry out from under him but his hand grabs the back of your head and slams it down into the dirt for your disobedience. An exposed tree root slashed open your brow, spilling blood down your already red face.

“I seem to have underestimated your audacity,” Vergil kneels down, one leg atop your back to hold you in place. “and overestimated your intelligence.” He lifts your head from the dirt by pulling back on your hair. The streams of blood from your, already healed, brow cut caught Vergil’s attention. His cold eyes start to glow and he unconsciously flashes into his demon form as he leans forward to taste your spilled blood. A pleased yet unsatisfied rumbling growl slips from his lips as he pulls back to look at your now teary-eyed face. “Did you truly think I would simply let you go?”

Reboot Vergil

He is glad you came to him for this.

Not just because Vergil is your lover and is happy you trust him enough to admit your darker desires. It was because Vergil knew plenty of ways to get what he wanted out of someone without leaving lasting damage.

True, none of his previous experiences were done with the intent of gaining sexual pleasure but if you were the one in the chair that would come naturally.

What was important was that he knew how to track and kidnap someone without causing alarm. He knew all sorts of ways to tie down a person to make them unable to move, to restrict their breathing, to stick them to any surface, all while leaving space to get at vital areas. He could find pressure points to abuse, both physically and mentally. He knew how to keep someone quiet and how to make them talk. Vergil knew how far he could push a person before they irreparably break.

Even with this knowledge, or perhaps because of it, he doesn’t just jump right in. He takes a few weeks to gather more information on your interests and your limits. Most of his testing is done secretly, through things like training, medical testing, and a bit rougher sex.

How flexible are you? How long can you hold a position? Are you allergic to any food, materials, or medications? How well can you breathe through different materials or with extra pressure on your chest? How long can he keep you awake? How much can he make you cum before it starts to hurt, and how many more until its unbearable?

By the time he actually formulates a plan of attack he knows you, your interests and your limits, better than you know yourself.

Your consciousness raises and falls, like a fishing float bobbing in the water trying to stay afloat while something weighs it back down. In your flickering between memories and dreams, you think back to when you fell asleep. Or, to be more accurate, when you were put to sleep.

You had just entered your home. Nothing felt strange or out of place as you strolled into your bedroom, closing the door behind you. There were only a couple of seconds of peace before something came from behind you and covered your face. It seemed like a mask, as it was shaped to fit the curves of a human face, yet there were no holes to see or breathe through. The inside was a damp cloth-like material that smiled of bitter medicine and the outside was a hard plastic, which you found out when your body instinctively started clawing at the thing. You also found a gloved hand holding the mask to your face.

Another arm wrapped around your upper half, pinning your curled-up arms to your chest. The pressure on your front forces you back until you’re pressed against the broad chest of a sturdy body. You then try to kick your legs back and though you feel the impact the other person’s legs don’t buckle, only brace themselves. Your consciousness starts to fade away as you desperately gasp for air through the cover. In a last-ditch effort, you try to crouch down to slip from the assailant’s arms but they simply hold you aloft as if you were a small, weak, helpless dog. The last thing you remember is your limbs feeling so heavy that they fall slack.

“You’re finally awake.” Noted a close yet muffled voice, bringing your thoughts back to the present. You finally crack your eyes open to see Vergil, turned away as he types on his laptop which sat on a side table. You, in your laying position atop a cushioned table, try to lift your hand up and towards him but soon find that you can’t. Not only do your limbs feel so heavy that your stiff muscles are unable to move them more than teetering, but also because there were leather straps binding your wrists and ankles to the table. The sound of your attempted movement brings Vergil’s eyes to you, browse straight in a relaxed observance and mouth covered by a surgical mask. “Try not to move around too much, you wouldn’t want to dislodge the needle and cause unnecessary harm.” Vergil explained as he carefully pushed the side table out of the way.

Though unable to lift your head you can turn enough to see a needle imbedded in your arm from the corner of your eye. It was similar to an IV drip but what was actually being injected was unknown to you, though you could hazard a guess that whatever it was what was causing your limbs to be so heavy and muscles so weak.

Suddenly Vergil grabbed your chin with his gloved hand and turned your head towards him.

“Speak.” He ordered like you were a dog who still hadn’t learned the trick. “Let me hear your voice.” He didn’t move an inch more, not until you verbally responded. He was looking, though not hoping, for a particular word.

“Vergil, why?” You say clearly, not giving the word but proving that the chemicals in your body weren’t stopping you from doing so. Your words don’t seem to get a reaction out of him. He does release your chin though, instead trailing his fingertips up your jaw and then down your neck and chest, showing that even though your body was heavy it still felt touch just as, if not more, intense as it usually did.

“Well,” Vergil lifted his hand from your body. “you see,” He reached into his coat pocket and produced a pocketknife. “I thought I had made my feelings clear when I transferred you to be my personal assistant.” The knife flipped open to reveal a six-inch blade. “And yet you just don’t seem to get it.” Vergil drags the tip of the knife down your chest, not hard enough to break through the fabric but so you can feel the danger drag against your skin. “I have realized,” You hear a click under the table and then the whirling of machines as the bottom half of the table starts to split in two and fold, in turn forcing your legs open and your knees to bend. “that waiting around until you notice my affection isn’t going to work. So,” Vergil slides the knife’s dull side down to your crotch before flipping it around so its curved tip pierces the cloth covering your crotch. “I must make them undeniably clear to get through to you.” In one quick, calculated movement Vergil slices through your clothing, opening up your top layer completely and putting enough of a hole in your underwear that he can easily tear them open. “And if that means filling your body and mind with nothing but me, then so be it.”

Nero

W-what!?

Nero panics a bit when you first tell him. Growing up in a religious town where sex out of wedlock and prostitution were treated as criminal offenses resulted in him having a very limited knowledge of sex and all its facets. He is able to calm down once you explain things to him: how it would all just be an act and that you only want to do these sorts of things with him.

That doesn’t mean he can handle doing it though. Sure, he can get rough with people like Dante and Credo, but if he senses the slightest bit of fear in someone like you or Kyrie he launches into protective mode. How was hesupposed to be the one causing the fear?

Yet he was also the kind of partner who was eager to please so he would try for you. ‘Try’ being the operative word here because the moment you start tearing up and pretend to plead for him to stop, he falls apart.

He got close, once, but it was far from satisfying. It was a simple scenario. Nero knocks on your door claiming to be a delivery man. When you open your door he forces his way in, has his way with you, and then escapes. Except he kept breaking character to ask if you were okay and if you wanted to stop, despite already having a safe word. And after the deed was done, Nero was supposed to leave for 5-10 minutes to let you stew in the moment. He didn’t even last half a minute before he barged back in to check on you and start apologizing.

It takes a while but eventually you two do find a middle ground that satisfies you both. One that coincidently utilized his engineering skills.

Nero hummed a tune to himself as he cleaned Blue Rose to fill the silence. With how often he wanted to hide away in his room as a teenager, Nero is surprised by how uncomfortable silence felt now that he moved out of his adopted family’s home. Then again, he usually had you to fill the quiet with but not right now. Speaking of which…

Nero looked over at his laptop which fed him consistent diagnostics and just as he did an error suddenly popped up. Looks like his experiment stopped. Did something malfunction or did you turn it off? Either way, he needed to check on it.

As Nero descended the long set of stairs to the basement, he took note of the lack of noise revibrating off the brick walls. That probably meant you weren’t up and about then.

His suspicion was proven correct when he reached the bottom step and there you sat atop the modified tobibako, just as he had left you. You noticed his presence, turning towards him but not saying anything, not that the silk rope in your mouth would let you say anything coherent.

“Sorry for the hold-up,” Nero said as he placed his laptop on the floor beside the end of the tobibako and plugged it in directly so it could run a proper scan of the mechanisms. “I’ll try to get this fixed up quickly.” The first step was to check the wireless kill switch.

It was still in place, untouched, clipped into the bottom level of the tobibako. It sat right where you could easily reach with your right foot, even if the chains attached to the cuffs around your ankles were wound so tight that you couldn’t lift your feet from the floor on either side of the tobibako. Still, just to be sure you hadn’t been left without an escape, he flicked the switch. Instantly the shackles holding your legs in place unlatched and the metal tube locking your arms behind your back opened up. As the tube, and the stand holding it up, retracted back into its compartment, you slump, hands coming forward to slow your descent until your heaving chest is pressed into the cushioned top level of the tobibako.

It didn’t take long for Nero’s laptop to finish its scan, informing its owner where the problem lay. Thankfully it was an easy fix, but it would take a couple of minutes which was fine with Nero. It gave you a chance to catch your breath and/or tell him if you were done for the day. When you didn’t move, and he even caught a blissed smile through the gag, he knew you were enjoying yourself.

“Alright,” Nero closed the hatch and looked to his laptop to make sure all systems were go. “that otta do it.”

You finch, realizing what his words entailed. But before you can move Nero activates the ‘middle link’ which was a curved mettle bar that, since you were laying across the top layer, looped around your midsection to lock you in place. He had built it with your measurements in mind so it wasn’t so tight it restricted your breathing, but it held you flush against the tobibako as it sprung back to life. The top layer vibrated aggressively while the extended lump pressed against your crotch vibrated violently.

You nearly scream behind your gag while your legs flailed and your hands cling to the tobibako as if it could steady you.

“Thanks again for helping me with testing.” Nero said while moving the kill switch from the bottom level to the top, taking a moment to grasp your trembling fingers and lead them to the button so you knew where it was and he knew that you could reach it. “Though with the holdup I may have to extend the timer so I can collect enough data.” You let out a long whine in protest but all you get is Nero’s fingers running through your damp hair. “Not too much longer, don’t worry. Just another… say… 40 minutes until your snack break?”

So these are the desires you have been holding back.

Though catching him a bit off guard, V is fully accepting and supportive of your fantasy.

As a lover of poetry, he has read countless works of literature describing the pleasures brought on by any and every manner of things. And so, though he does not feel it himself, V can understand how one would find it alluring to have someone so attracted to you that they are overtaken with passion, momentarily abandoning common sense or morality to satisfy their desire for you.

The only issue holding V back from satisfying your needs was his lack of strength. Though not as frail as his thin body may have you believe, V was still leagues behind his fellow demon hunters, which you were one of.

If you did lose yourself in fear and panic, as you said you wanted to, then V would be no match against your struggle. His physical strength in battle came from his familiars, and he was dead set against utilizing them for such intimate things. He also refuses to incapacitate you through alcohol, drugs, or serious injury. And even if he attempted to use restraints on you, you would throw him off with ease which would quickly shatter the illusion.

Fortunately, it is discovered that your thrill is more so in the fear of being hunted and being powerless to stop it.

An almost supernatural shadow, oppressive, untouchable, and always looming close by no matter how far you run? That, V could do.

You can hear them, the footsteps, ever encroaching closer but never reaching you. The cool night air both added to the chill seeping into your bones yet was not enough to cool your adrenalin-filled boiling blood. You would think having stuck to a main road sprinkled with cars and pedestrians would have brought you comfort, but even through the clamor you could hear the distinct footsteps. The light flicks of leather souls hitting the concrete then snapping back up to the foot, the light clinking of chains, and the tapping of a pointed cane. The sounds, kept uneven purposely to garner the attention of those looking for it, rang in your head like an alarm. And just like an alarm should, your fight or flight instincts kick in and you take off sprinting. You race home as fast as your feet can take you, desperate to escape the looming dread and go back to the one place you were safe.

This hope was shattered when you step into your home to find one of your empty vases not sitting on your coffee table filled with a bouquet of red salvias, camellias, and red begonias.

Now knowing that your home was no longer the safe haven you thought it was, you rush to pack an overnight bag. As you race from room to room you keep an eye out for anything that was new, was missing, or had been used/moved. Your favorite cup had been used and washed; your pillows and blanket had been rearranged; and your shampoo had been used. There were no more gifts, but a few articles of clothing were unaccounted for.

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A notification sound from your cellphone snapped you out of your groggy staring at the damp hand towel hanging over the bathroom faucet. It was definitely one of the hotel’s towels, you could tell by the embroidery despite having been in such a rush to sleep anywhere but home that you didn’t even know the name of the hotel you had booked a room in. But why was it damp and hanging over the faucet for drying?

As you wracked your half-awake brain trying to remember if you had used a hand towel last night, you return to the main room. You flop back down onto the overly soft bed and grab your phone. You quickly spring to alert though when you see that the notification was of a text message. To be more specific, it was an image sent via text message from that unknown number. The one that had been periodically sending you photographs without any message to accompany them.

Though hesitant, you take a look at the newest photo. It was of you, in this very hotel room, sound asleep. This time though, instead of being one of you taken from relatively far away or through a window like all the previous ones, this photo was taken closer. So close that the person who took it must have been laying in the bed beside you. Your sleeping face is at peace in the photo, blissfully unaware of the tattoo-covered hand caressing your cheek, smearing the strip of fresh cum.

Sparda

How curious.

Sparda, as a demon, was well aware that many demons desire the thrill of the chase and revel in the act of forcefully taking or being taken. Nonconsensual union was just as common as consensual union in the demon world.

But when he had awoken to justice, he took on a more human moral stance which included the belief that those who took from others what was not offered were criminals.

Clearly, he had more to learn about humans and the vast grey areas in which their beliefs could lay. And he counted himself so very lucky to have you, his loving and patient wife, by his side to show him all the complexities of humanity.

Of course he will fulfill your desires and, speaking honestly, he himself will enjoy indulging a bit in his demonic urges.

What a shame though that not long after you both started to explore this new facet of your marriage, your fragile human body became even weaker.

So be it. Sparda knew how to bring you the same please even with this slight complication.

The sound of approaching footsteps catches your attention. You shift your naked body into a sitting position, which is the most you can do with how short the chains that bind your hands to the headboard and feet to separate bed posts are.

“I have returned dear.” Sparda announced, casually stepping through your shared bedroom door in his human form with a plate in hand.

“Sparda.” Is all you can whimper out as your husband stalks closer, his already impressive 7-foot height seeming even more intimidating with you sitting.

“I must say, I am very disappointed in you my dear.” His apparent perturbed mood could not be heard in his voice or seen in the way he gently placed the plate he had been carrying onto the side table, in turn revealing freshly cooked hashbrowns, an omelet, and a select few pieces of fruit. “The kitchen staff have informed me that you haven’t been eating as of late.” This wasn’t actually true, you were eating just fine, but that’s not part of the show you were both performing.

“Sparda please.” You beg, yanking against the cuffs binding your wrists together to show what you were asking for, but your plea was ignored.

“You can not be neglecting your heath like this.” Sparda took a seat on the edge of the bed beside you, his height making it so he still towered over you. “You need your proper nutrients, especially now that you are not eating only for yourself.” Sparda reaches a hand out to caress your inflated stomach. “You must think of the children dear. They are relying solely on you and your body to nurture them until they are ready to meet the world.”

“Please, I can’t do this anymore. I can’t live like this.” You try to move off the bed but can’t even get both feet to the edge of it, let alone stand up. Sparda pauses then, watching your eyes blown wide in fear and puffy red hinting that you had cried at some point. Despite your desperate expression, you did not give the agreed-upon safe word, so he pressed forward.

“I know that the changes you are going through can be frightening,” His free hand finds yours and gives a light squeeze as if to comfort you. “but this is how things must be. Now that I have chosen you to carry my kin I must keep all three of you safe while you are in this delicate state of creation.”

“Then after?” You cut in, grasping his hand in both of yours and pulling it to your chest. “After I have these children will you let me go?” You looked so very hopeful, but it didn’t last as Sparda chuckled ever so lightly like you were a naïve child asking for a wish to be granted.

“Of course not. The twins need their mother. And who is to say I shall settle for just two heirs? Now then,” Sparda turned just as your face fell into a look of despair. He plucked half of a strawberry off of the plate he had brought in. “it is time for you to eat, my dear.” He holds the fruit to your lips but you turn away with a glare. He responds with one of his own as he grabs hold of your chin and again tries to slide the fruit piece into your mouth. This time you jerk your head back and use a foot to try and push him off the bed in defiance. He does not budge though. He lets out a long, deep sigh as he replaces the strawberry on the plate. “Why must you make things so difficult for yourself?” Sparda moves from a sitting position to a kneeling one. As he forces your legs open you can feel his hands shift momentarily into his demon claws as a warning. “It seems I will have to pacify you first.”

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