#urizen dmc

[vngful]

[dmbakura]

was gonna be a colour wheel meme but i decided to just draw every vergil

[soybean-official]

What's going to happen to me now?

[mannequinreligi0n]

Spectacle

you’re the demon king’s personal pet - how fun !

pairing: urizen x reader (afab)

wc: 1.5k

warnings: NSFW!! - oral (female receiving), penetration, tentacles

notes: it’s 2am. i don’t know what possessed me to write this . sorry for not posting more, depression sux .

The generals of the war council tried to remain focused as Urizen relayed plans of attack, but every rattle of your leash made their eyes fall back to the crescent-shaped form in Urizen’s lap. Small breaths puffed from your curled body as you snoozed like a house cat, occasionally shifting or stretching out across the demon king. Your special treatment wasn’t lost on the generals, unsure how a mere pet could earn such a right to be doted on by their lord. But even so, any objection or off-handed comment was met with merciless punishment - disrespect was not tolerated in the slightest.

“I seem to bore you,” Urizen rumbles out in a deep, melodic tone, vowels reverberating off the dome overhead the throne room. “Do my words hold such little value to my sworn disciples?”

A chorus of objections stumble out of the generals, harmonies of ‘no, my king’s and ‘forgive me’s, the brute demons pleading for mercy. Urizen’s pairs of eyes flicker around the table with a thoughtful growl, casting judgement. Cutting the council meeting short was not in his best interest, but it was clear by the wandering eyes that little would be accomplished today anyways. Waving his hand, the orbs lighting the table and the outlaid plans are snuffed out, leaving the room in a monochromatic red hue from the living walls.

“Time is not a luxury I have, and you cretin have purloined enough of it. Leave us,” Urizen narrows his eyes at the group, sharp teeth casting long shadows down his jaw. “-and remember my clemency today, as it will be the last time.”

The demons remain frozen in their seats, fear chilling through their spines, until another growl rattles Urizen’s throat. They scurry out of their chairs, filing quickly out the double doors. As soon as they click shut and only the two remain, Urizen lowers his chin to his chest and peers down at you with his main set of eyes. Met with your own awake, albeit sleepy, pair, he lets out a metallic chuckle, a scaly knuckle grazing over your cheek.

“Did I wake you, my little inamorata?”

“No, I was enjoying the show,” you stretch out your weary limbs over the span of his thighs, a small smile gracing your face. With a yawn and jingle of your collar, you sit up on your knees in his lap, your frame nearly a fifth of his.

Urizen hums lowly, the large finger near your face lowering to your collar. A single talon tugs on the binding, admiring the way the leather fits snugly around your delicate throat. Objectively, it was a symbol of servitude, but to him, it was so much more. Ownership, trust, companionship. Even the king of the underworld needed a confidant, a reprieve from the tireless demands of ruling.

“The show?” He chuckles softly, fangs twisting upwards into as much of a grin as he can muster. “Idiocy can be quite entertaining, yes…but you, you are the true spectacle.”

A tendril slithers from behind him, stalking toward your arm. It slides up and around your limb with a gentle squeeze, an uncharacteristic gentleness in the touch. You giggle and squirm a little under the attention, gently tugging away from the root.

“You flatter me, my king,” you answer, meeting the gaze with an eye on his abdomen before flickering up to his face. With a tug, Urizen pulls you to lay back down in his lap, sprawling you out. A second tentacle winds itself slowly up a leg, the smooth stone-like flesh gliding across your skin.

“Shall I flatter you more, little lamb?”

Urizen’s chest shakes with an almost mirthful laugh, watching you try and weasel away from his hold. The tendril around your leg slithers under the cloth of the robe covering you, brushing between the heated folds tucked between your legs. With a shaky sigh, your eyelids flutter as your back arches away from his leg. Taking it as a sign to continue, his tentacle prods the tip at your already excited entrance, feeling you throb at the smallest stimulation. A whimper leaves your mouth and you force your eyes back open enough to lock onto a pair lining his navel.

“Please, my lord..” you murmur quietly, hips jutting toward the tentacle with impatience.

Urizen bows his head to get a better look at you from above, taking in the picture of you begging and writhing for him. Time has made him soft, unable to leave you unfulfilled for too long. Something about how easily you gave into his every whim and need made him feel more revered and powerful than any of his loyal devotees did. Urizen could smite a demon without a single thought, crush a skull with a flick of his wrist - and yet, nothing felt as rewarding as retiring for the day and escaping to his chambers to see you.

The squelching sound of wet flesh invades the throne room as his tentacle pushes into your hole. Slicked with your arousal, the tendril curls into your cunt with repeated pulses, grazing your g-spot in a rhythmic pattern. The other lone tentacle coils around your torso to hold you still, the end of it stuffing itself into your agape mouth to muffle your mewls of pleasure. Drool leaks from the corners of your lips, hips humping into the tentacle, addicted to the feeling of being filled and used.

“Such a distraction you are, and yet, I indulge you…How benevolent of me,” Urizen muses, every eye on him fixated on your defiled form. There was a sense of pride blooming in his chest from how easily you gave into him and his whims. Not a protest to be heard. “How many strings of yours can I pluck until you unravel completely, hm?”

You try to sniff down more air as the tentacle around you tightens and bunts into the back of your throat, making you gag and desperate for air. Despite the minor challenge of breathing, you relent to his ministrations, walls pulsating around the tentacle widening your slit. With a muffled groan, you feel your clit swell and twitch with the threat of orgasm, needing to satiate the frenzied want rampaging through your cells. Urizen, fluent in your body language, knows you’re close and withdraws both tentacles from you, leaving you whining like a beaten dog as your hips rut into the air. A perverse but joyous laugh shakes Urizen, the roots binding around your wrists while two more spring from him and mimic the motions on your legs. Flailing you, he hoists your stretched hole up to his face, your face dangling beneath midair.

“To think I went so long without you…,” Urizen cuts himself off as he licks a long stripe between your legs, the textured, glistening tongue eliciting a shiver and lame moan from you. Your reaction makes him chuckle again and sharp teeth separate further to bring your lower half nearly inside his mouth, the large tongue flattening against your drenched heat. A wave of fear turns your stomach as you dangle before him, getting a good look at the fangs a little too close to your fragile skin. You’d seen him plenty, but it was still sobering to remember how truly terrifying he truly was. Even so, you knew that if Urizen did want to eat you, he wouldn’t have bothered making you come first.

Grooves along his demonic tongue slide up and down your folds, making your clit perk up and throb from the attention. You whimper out his name pathetically, legs twitching against the hold of the tentacles. It’s only half a minute before you give in, cries of pleasure bouncing off the throne room walls and right into Urizen’s ears. He laps up the stream of release from your hole, a steady purr vibrating his chest as the divine nectar coats his tastebuds. An eye near his shoulder catches the sight of tears falling from your face and he recognizes it as your sign of overstimulation. With one more rough kitten lick, he pulls his head back to nibble gently on your inner thigh. Using great restraint, Urizen leaves a faint bite mark on the supple flesh - only enough to barely break the skin and not cause any real harm. He retreats entirely and the tentacles flip you to face him upright, the roots slithering to support your lower and mid section. Panting and wiping tears away with your released hands, you manage to stutter out semi-coherent words.

“Thank-…Thank you, Uri, my king…so gracious..”

“Save your tears, sweet lamb,” The pad of his large thumb brushes away at a wet eye, fangs shining in the dim light of the room into a smile. “,for you will need them when I fill your womb later.”

[dogmameat]

Sketchy!

[dmc-questions-anon]

I am very obsessed with Vergil/Urizen's "How... How are you so powerful!? You've never lost anything!" line to Dante. Just how this perception would shape their relationship going forward, how it has shaped Vergil's view towards Dante, how it has shaped Vergil himself in a way.

[silentffantasy]

i love demon possibly sob

[phantom-alpha]

just here to feed the dmc fandom then run away again

[drusoona]

[phonkscribes]

V is a careful lover, the side of Vergil that is delicate and understands that there is a certain finesse that comes with wooing that of which he wants. He is patient, observant, and has his eye trained upon the beholder of his affections. When reaching out to you, it is done with absolute conviction, aiming to strike true in hopes that these affections will be returned to him. Ever attentive, though at ease. He is aware that your heart might belong to another, that is entirely possible, but if you're happy, who is he to jeopardize that? V is considerate of your feelings, and yet he cannot help but to want to be a bit selfish.

He wants to be loved, and he wants to be given that more than anything.

Urizen is his opposite half, which unifies him to Vergil. He is possessive, and has no qualms with ensuring that you understand that you will be his and that he will be yours. As curious as that is, given his disdain for mortal life if it does not offer him power in any way, shape, or form. You make him act different, the king wanting to secure you and have you rule at his side as the world caves in. He makes a show of his power quite often, willing to shower you in gifts or to prove that he is the strongest possible mate that you will ever have or need.

He forgets his own strength in the pursuit for more, and in turn that may potentially harm you. That's something that he doesn't want, but he doesn't want to see you bleed either. That might be what causes him to push you away, to want to ignore you despite what his heart speaks to his fervent mind as he sits upon his throne. Such trivial matters shouldn't pester a king as they have, but here he is, wondering about that insignificant mortal... one that has planted such thoughts inside of him.

[oocyteviscerated]

hey dmc fans can we talk about fucking uh how uuhh erm u huh uuhgh hh hg gets a bonar so hard i almost pass out. I think I hauve covid.

[beware1live]

his ass would NOT say that.

[sweetyart]

Nero has not yet seen his father in his “better years”...

[the-uncursed-one]

:3

tbh

yeah im definitely gonna make more

[matcheadz]

I chisel a letter of my name in each new cut of marble, and pray I don't ever hear yours spoken again.

[dmc-questions-anon]

I only recently realized how infuriating it must have been for Dante fighting Urizen. He was fighting him for a day, never landed any actual hit on him, just constantly whacking that goddamn crystal, trying to dodge fireballs and purple beams and such, and as a bonus Urizen didn't bother to even stand up.