#vergil x G/N reader

[that-gay-guy-from-hell]

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

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INSPIRED BY:

A Doppelganger's Projection--By: DevilSwordVergil

Devil's Advocate--By: LadyMuzzMuzz

These are both super cute and I love them ngl

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     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.”

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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.

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[palebloodcvrse]

Baking with the DMC V boys

This is my first time trying to make these headcanon type posts, be nice pls.

Content: Romantic/platonic dante x G/N reader, vergil x reader, nero x reader ...? Cause any scenario here can be taken in any way, relationship or friendship (cause what if ur aro/ace but still wanna do fun shi with your favs?)

Dante

Wants to lick the batter off the whisk, but you gotta stop him. The remnants in the bowl is free game, however

Insists on winging the recipe, says you gotta "feel" it

FLOUR FIGHT! Your peaceful baking session descends into chaos. You both end up covered in flour while the cake is in the oven

Despite him being good with his hands his cake decorating skills kinda suck ass

Its okay though, since you both tried your best and had fun, even if the cake looks like doodoo. It tastes good however... so it wasnt a waste after all

Hes a notorious frosting licker, you have to swat him off the cake like a fly.

If you bake something a pastry instead hes gonna poke the dough.

(Romance:) will lick the frosting/batter off of your hand or face if you get any of it on you while mixing.

Vergil

Im not gonna lie here, he miiight turn it into a bit of a contest.

His perfectionistic nature will push him to ultra tryhard it, even if it is just a dessert or pastry. He'll check the recipe constantly and will be careful about each detail (or at least try)

You remind him that you two are baking for fun and he calms down a bit, but he will still act as if hes competing in the great british bakeoff or some shit

Insists on frosting the cake for you, but only so he can show off how steady his hands are. (Even if he screws it up)

The cake ends up being too pretty to eat

Wants to try harder pastries and desserts, usually something fancy like a mille fueille

That doesnt mean you two will always succeed however, Vergil just likes to push his limits even if he fails.

He'll give you a warm smile as you two finish the thing youre baking. At least hes not so tense anymore...

(Romance:) he'll feed you a piece of whatever you two baked together, looking into your eyes and watching for your reaction, then kisses you to have a taste but go back to being his stonefaced grumpy self later like nothing happened.

Nero

Overmixes the batter because hes tense

Kinda scatterbrained, will forget to preheat the oven sometimes

Hes actually more tolerable to bake with than his dad or uncle, less tense and also less chaotic

He'll let you take the lead for this one, just tell him what to do or get and he'll go right on ahead.

Hes actually not so tense anymore, considering baking is a relaxing activity.

Will leave the decorating to you, hes not very good at it.

(Platonic:) insists on leaving some for kyrie, aint no way he wont give her any

(Romantic:) will always leave some for you, no matter how good it tastes.

You two wont be making anything too complex but whatever comes out of it tastes great and his presence will make baking feel like a wholesome activity.

You two tell stories to each other and get a bit distracted.

[devilmaymetalgear]

Sparda boys with a goth g/n S.O. pls how would they react djdhshsh

dante sparda x reader // vergil sparda x reader

gn reader // hcs with a goth s/o

a/n: just realized I don't have anonymous asks turned on lmao, also, I am working on the step kid request with vergil and Dante, I just tend to write like 5 things at once lmao

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- thinks it's so cool, he always marveling at your outfits and just overall vibe. Very supportive. Loves how I extra and dramatic it is.

- would def wanna match with you, while he does find your contrasting outfits super fun, he also would love to match with you

- constantly giving you pieces of clothes he 'finds' that he thinks matches. And you have no idea at all where he gets them from. But with his income he probably didn't pay for them

Unrelated but I think Dante would like Lowkey fuck with corpse paint

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- he's all for flair, I mean look at him, so he definitely approves of your fit. While it wouldn't be something he might wear himself, he admires it from afar. Thinks you're stunning.

- he's constantly analyzing every single piece of clothing you wear, from the craftsmanship to the quality to the intricate detailing.

- he's always eager to listen to you talk about music to literature, uses it as inspo for what he should get into next. That way if you ever happen to ask him if he's familiar with something he can say yes and then pretend like he had no idea you'd asked him about it before

Requests are open, characters listed on my request rules. And anonymous asks have been turned on :3

[queenofthepirates83]

♡What I will write for♡

Character x reader

OC(your’s too if you want<3)x character

Fluff

Angst

Smut

NSFW

SFW

One-shots

Longer stories(ex. Chapters)

Three or foursome

Female and male(I’ll try my hardest☻) reader

Kinks(basically anything besides what’s specified in what I won’t write for)

Baby stuff

Specified traits in a request(ex. Chubby! Goth!)

♡What I won’t write for♡

Underage smut(with the exception of mentioned stuff(ex. You and Toby had history back when he was normal or something and you two did sleep together) 🤷‍♀️)

Underage character x adult reader

Character x character(I specialize in reader stuff lmao)

Other fluid things(other than spit, blood, cum, ect.), anal, animal stuff, age stuff, daddy/mommy, intense BDSM(I’ll still do it), necrophilia, and a few other nasty ones but other than that I do everything(including blood, knife, somnophilia so dw)

Trans stuff, idk how to write for things like that and I wouldn’t wanna get anything wrong(I support you<3!!)

I won’t write for anything besides straight, lesbian, gay, pan, and bi because I understand them more better than others and I just don’t wanna offend people!! Sorry!

CNC, or nonconsensual stuff, mentions of reader not consenting or saying no while hysterically crying, ect.

♡What fandoms I write for and who I write for♡

Creepypasta

Movie slashers

Marvel

Star Wars

Mha

Freakish

Obey Me!

My metal family

The Walten files

AOT

Identity V

Sally Face

The Outsiders

Detroit Become Human

Resident evil

Devil May Cry

Silent Hill

Avatar(as in Pandora)

The Last of Us

One Piece

Days gone

Twisted Wonderland(limited characters I’m so sorry 😭)

Arcane 😼

It’s not a lot but ya know 🤷‍♀️

Send requests!!

BTW ALL OF MY STORIES CAN BE READ AS G/N UNLESS ITS SPECIFIED OTHERWISE!!

Inbox is always open for requests!

Send requests of Eyeless Jack and Vergil 😔🙏 I’ve been reading for that recently

[sk-mumu]

Oh hi there! I saw your requests are open - may I request headcanons for Vergil with chubby and short insecure s/o, please?~

Hello! Yes they are, thank you for requesting! ♪(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪ The reader will be G/N unless specified.

Vergil with a chubby and short s/o who is insecure. // Vergil x reader HC

-It’s not easy to capture the heart of this demon, however you hold a special place and a soft spot of this stoic man’s heart.

-He cares little about the social standard of beauty, after spending so much time in the underworld, part of him just longs for some peace and somehow your gentleness can satisfy his yearning for comfort.

-While you’re trying to reach up the cupboards, your 6”5 s/o has already noticed it and grabbed whatever you needed for you. “Thank you, Vergil.” “……”

-On a night out and contemplating on changing clothes last minute because you didn’t feel like it looks good? He would be genuinely confused, “But you look fine.”

-Enjoys conversations about poetry with you, he can’t deny the fact that he is amazed about how much of an enthusiast you are. He doesn’t have a lot of people to share this side of him with.

-Part of you spurs his protective instincts, he is very protective of you.

-Does not admit it, but enjoys cuddling with you. It comforts him after a day of slaying demons.

-Forehead kisses? Forehead kisses.

-Although a bit slow when it comes to understanding your insecurities, as you look totally fine to him and his care for you is beyond that. With a soft sigh, “It is not important what the others may think, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.”

-Tries to reassure you, he is just not too great at this. It’s cute to see him trying though, it puts a smile on your face anyway.

Hope you enjoyed it! Have a great day xx

[lululandd]

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🌸 ✨ F I C S 🌸 ✨

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[ chance encounters ]

pairing: vergil x f!reader

warnings: soulmate au, blood and gore (of npcs), smut

word count: 12k+ - COMPLETED

summary: you can’t help but to wonder what kind of person your soulmate is, for them to have such vicious, poisonous words ready to throw around as a greeting.

| 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | vergil’s pov |

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[ audacity ]

pairing: vergil x f!reader

warnings: -

word count: 810

summary: he ‘hated’ you. 

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[ s i n c e r e l y; ]

pairing: vergil x f!reader

warnings:  possessiveness, yandere!vergil, stalking, jealousy

word count: 2.8k - ongoing

summary: he would jeopardise everything he has worked so hard on just to be with you.

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[ out of the blue; ]

pairing: vergil x reader

warning: *butterfly meme* is this fluff?

word count: 465

summary: “would you like some help?”

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[ memories. ]

pairing: Vergil x f!reader

warnings: Possessive Behaviour, Mentions of V, Implied Sexual Content

word count: 631

summary: “You miss him.“

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[ dmc comics inspired by other people ]

| run patty! | cute pizza | litter box | ‘frog demons’ | haircut | deadson | squeak | homework |

[ dmc comics inspired by vines ]

| dada | legos | age | fire | mcdonalds | pussy |

[ dmc: other ]

| huggies | sleepy potatpe | where dick | underwater | asleep | dante | tiddy | fly? | skwish | run | swim | fatcat | new pet | kiddie pool | baby sitter / body study | rain | maid cafe | valentines | young vergil | stabby | chicken suit | awake | growl | bulge | throne | dru ft. ass | blood | confusion | squeal | pikavergil | uglyass | m’lady | stuck | pinchy | comfy | selfie | cat eyes | flying |

[ dmc boys with wings ]

| v | dante | nero | vergil |

[ requested ]

| flower crown | pc | snack | flower | nap | spicy noods | yeet | catman | sleepy | halloween |

[ phone wallpaper ]

| vergil | notif |

[ emotes ]

| animated | vergil |

[rukanrin]

Falling in love with you|| Vergil x G/N Reader

so Leon and Ruka paired up to write this one,this is a gender neutral fanfic but we may specify genders later on in the future,none the less this hopefully should give off a calming aura,it made poor ruka cry tears of joy after reading this to check for any grammar errors, and apologies for any spelling mistakes,this has extracts of falling in love with you,enjoy! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wise men say... Vergil came back from another demon hunting mission,taking off his bloodied dark blue jacket,and drying off his boots,he then walked into the living room  of the house the whole crew managed to buy,most were asleep by that time,or still out on missions,but he couldn’t help hear a silent,soft melody playing upstairs. ...only fools rush in... the blue devil’s curiosity took him to the carpeted stairs,walking up carfully and slowly to not alarm or wake anyone up,summoning his mirrage blade to shed some light on the pitch black corridor,walking to towards the sound,then he noticed there not only was a melody playing,someone was singing along, ...but i can’t help... the soft melody played in the background,helping soothe the atmosphere in the room, your (Favorite color) music box kept in tune of your singing, (Y/N) (L/N) carved onto the wooden cover,it was in perfect balance on the wide stone railing of your balcony, it made a silent laugh enter your voice...but you didn’t stop singing,it was the only thing that helped the good dreams and anxiety go away, ...falling in love with you... Vergil now stood outside your door,listening to you and your music box,the usual sharp and cold expression on his face melted away,resting his head against the door,only to find it not properly shut,allowing him to silently enter,only to be met with the stunning sight of you,looking at the stars an illuminated by the moon ...take my hand... unaware of the others presence,you kept your harmony going,holding your hands together like you were holding a partners hand,you knew Vergil would be back soon,but you had expected him to come back in half an hour or so,due to the trip being so far away,but you of course forgot about his Sin Devil Trigger and his ability to teleport,it was him who made you sing all these songs late at night ...take my whole life too... the elder son of Sparda started mouthing the words along with your singing,not wanting to alarm you in any shape or form,but he did not want to leave either,more like he could not,your voice,personality, and looks have awakened that strange feeling deep down in his stone heart,he closed his eyes,took a deep breath and came towards you in pure silence “...I can’t help...” you sang, then you felt a pair of eyes on you,and carefully turned around to see the man in blue standing a few inches away from you,his pastel blue eyes filled with love,but you weren’t afraid of him,you have loved him ever since he accepted you as his co-worker,now he was joining you in singing,but were you too loud? oh god did you wake anyone else up? “...falling in love...with....you.....” both of you finished at the same time,he gently took your hands apart,lacing his fingers with yours,then he pulled you close,you were quite stunned by this show of affection,he had never even smiled at you for a second,and now he is being so caring and gentle to you? you melted into his embrace quite quickly,then you looked up at him,meeting his icy blue eyes and pale face “did i...did i alarm you Vergil?” you sounded upset,which broke his heart, “no...you did not...but” Vergil let go of your hands and gently cupped your face,finally kissing you... once he pulled away,the two of you stood there,enjoying the warmth and presence of one another,”i-i lo-“ you trued to confess but Vergil cut you off, “i know....“ you smiled,but you were still worried if he returned the feelings,even after that kiss you two shared “...i may...be able to return this feeling...” a tear escaped and rolled down your (Skin color) face,only to be wiped away by your companion,then something happened,he...he chuckled? it wasn’t one of his ‘I’m more powerful than you‘ chuckles,which made you turn more pink if it were even possible,you two were now official...romeo and juliet...with a happy ending...

[copper-wasp]

Even a Devil May Drabble: Smutty Alphabet for Vergil (Part 15/?)

Hi readers! I’m back! Taking a few months off was truly beneficial for my mental health, but good golly gosh I really did miss writing. I hope this lil’ ditty makes up for my absence!

Title: Smutty Alphabet for Vergil, Son of Sparda, The Alpha and the Omega

Rating: E

Words: 1,678

Tag List: @exsultry​ @drusoona​ @xalmasyx​ @blindedstarlight​ @synchronmurmurs​ & any other Vergil lovers out there ~~~

(If you want to be added to the tag list, let me know 💕 )

Also posted to AO3 ~~~

A - Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Vergil worships you both during and after sex; he’ll stroke your hair and pepper soft kisses over your flushed cheeks before cleaning you up. If you try to get out of bed, he scolds you, demanding that you stay put and let him take care of you.

B - Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) His arms; lithe and strong, lean muscle wrapped around bone - they can cause so much destruction and hurt, but they can also hold you, pull you close to him if you wake up gasping, still in the grip of a nightmare. He loves feeling your palms trace up them, your fingers curling over his shoulders as you stand on tiptoe to kiss him.

Vergil loves his partner’s eyes. He loves looking into them, seeing how they squint when you smile, narrow when you challenge him, water when he spills his emotions to you, and of course, roll back when he drives you to your release.  

C - Cum (Anything to do with cum) Vergil definitely prefers to leave himself inside you, thick release coating your warm cunt. He was the most excited when you said he didn’t have to wear a condom anymore, the mere thought of being able to come inside enough to make him ravenous for you.

D - Dirty Secret He’s a bit of a voyeur; he loves to watch you dress after sex, watching your hands pull your clothing down over your body.

He’s nervous to bring it up, but he’d love to watch you pleasure yourself, delicate fingers stroking the places that make you moan, lost in bliss as he stood there, unaware of his presence.  

E - Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) Vergil’s experience level is low, but the man is a natural at making love. He’s also very good with taking direction, and the things he remembers you like, regardless of how seemingly insignificant, always sends you in the best way.

F - Favorite Position Missionary, for sure. He loves being able to envelop you, let his weight settle atop your body, overloading your every sense with him. He also likes that he can see your face, watch it contort in pleasure, your pupils blown out when you squeeze around him, taking every bit of pleasure you can.  

Though he also doesn’t discount a good ride, fascinated with your bouncing breasts as you grind yourself against him, thighs gripping his hips to kept yourself upright.  

G - Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc?) Serious boy is serious. Even Vergil’s dirty talk is serious - but that doesn’t stop it from being the goddamn hottest thing you’ve ever heard.  

H - Hot Spots (A place that drives them crazy when touched) His neck, for sure. Feeling the soft pads of your fingers trace over the most vulnerable part of his body makes his heart beat so much faster. And then faster still knowing you can feel it thumping beneath your touch.

I - Intimacy (How are they in the moment, romantically?) Vergil always makes sure you know how loved you are. He sings your praises so often you almost flush, turning your head away, unable to hold his gaze when he says such things. But he’ll gently turn your head back to face him, continuing to whisper words of love against your lips, punctuating each sentiment with a soft kiss.  

J - Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon) Vergil doesn’t jerk off too often. He’d much rather wait the extra ten minutes for him to get to your place so he can fuck you silly. After all, why would he touch himself when he knows you’d so willingly take on the task?

K - Kink (One or more of their kinks) One word - bondage. Vergil loves having you trussed up like a present, ready for him to unwrap, or tease. He was pleasantly surprised with how quickly you agreed to his ask, and the reason for your eagerness became clear when he tore the most sinful noises from your throat, interspersed with pleas for more. He’d never exercised as much self control as he did that night, wanting to take you over and over, but resisting, preferring to edge and tease and have you beg for him so much more.  

L - Location (Favorite places to do the do) Vergil feels the most comfortable in a bed with you; there are no limits to the positions you can try, no one to interrupt, nothing that could change the charged atmosphere between you. Now, that one night in the backseat of your car when you’d pulled over to wait for a snow squall to pass, that was quite an interesting change of scenery. Or when you’d convinced him to take you from behind while you were bent over Dante’s desk, that was something he’d never forget.

M - Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going?) Vergil prefers the chase. Especially when you initiate it with sly touches and dirty quips whispered in his ear in public. He loves when you rile him up, even when you understand the punishment you’ll receive when he finally has you in his grasp.

N - No (Something they won’t do, turn offs) Anything you don’t want to do. He knows that “no” is non-negotiable, and he respects you too much to do anything other than stop.

O - Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) Giving, giving, giving. Your taste, your scent, the way your thighs tense against his head and your fingers weave into his hair, all of it drives him wild.

P - Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?) Vergil will do either; he’s good at reading your mood, or if you tell him what you’d like, he will gladly comply. It doesn’t matter if it’s slow and steady or he’s fucking you into the mattress, he’s honored every time you choose him.  

Q - Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc) Not his thing. When he has you, he wants to take his time.

R - Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks, etc?) Vergil is absolutely game to experiment. He’s pretty nonjudgmental when it comes to matters of sex, and would definitely be up for anything new within reason. He might also have some ideas of his own that he’d like to try, and they might involve a blindfold, a crop, and some absolutely filthy dirty talk.

S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?) Vergil can literally go for hours. Be careful not to tease him about his stamina, else you may also find yourself going for hours. There’s something he loves about hearing your breathy, overstimulated moans as he pulls orgasm after orgasm out of you and filling you up with his own release.  

T - Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or on themselves?) He will often use toys as an enhancement to your lovemaking. Vergil prefers to be the one using them on you, watching you squirm under a vibrator or how your back arches when he pushes a smooth, silicone plug into your ass. But he also loves when it’s just him, his hands... and his mouth.  

U - Unfair (How much do they like to tease?) Vergil enjoys teasing, no doubt about it. Particularly when he’s got you at his mercy, toying with you until you beg; he loves the sound of your voice when you’re desperate, but even more so when he gives you what you desire. The buildup culminating into something that encompasses the both of you, peaking with a beautiful, breathless moan, that he’ll more often than not swallow right from your lips.

V - Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make?) Vergil is usually quiet as he prefers to hear your lovely noises, but you like the challenge of getting him to groan and curse and have his voice join yours in a satisfied chorus.

W - Wild Card (Random headcanon for the character of your choice) While Vergil does love being in charge, there is also a desire to be submissive. Once he got over himself enough to ask you to dominate him, you had him calling you ‘mistress’ in no time flat, begging you to let him come.

X - X-Ray (What’s going on under those clothes) Vergil is slim, but his body is roped with lean muscle, and you love tracing over the soft dips between them. His long, lithe legs drive you absolutely wild, and it’s always a treat when he lets you wantonly rut yourself against his thigh.

His cock matches the rest of him; long enough to reach your deepest spots, not too thick, and with a gentle upward curve, perfectly engineered to fit your body. The head is a bit wider than the shaft, a satisfying ‘pop’ when he pushes it past your entrance.

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) Average, but can always be convinced if you’d like him more often. Not that he doesn’t have spells where he craves you like no other, and ignores any other responsibilities to stay in bed with you for days.

Z - ZZZ (How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?) Vergil will never fall asleep before you do. He will bundle you in his arms, making his chest your pillow, and gently stroke your hair until he feels your breathing even out and your heartbeat slow. He’ll trace his gaze over your face, your eyelashes resting against your cheeks, lips parted just a little to allow your warm breath to escape. Having you fall asleep first also gives him time to think about how lucky he is to have you, how he nearly can’t believe that you chose him.

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[that-gay-guy-from-hell]

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)

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     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…”

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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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[that-gay-guy-from-hell]

Good Morning, my Love: Vergil x G/N Reader

MINORS DNI

SERIOUSLY GO AWAY SMH

SUMMARY: Vergil wakes you up in a special way.

BEGINNING NOTES: Vergil x G/N Reader Smut CONSENTUAL Somnophilia (Fucking someone who is asleep; trigger warning..? I guess?). The reader is a heavier sleeper; otherwise, they would’ve woken up right away lmao (Short and to the point)

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     A warm light peered through the curtains of the room onto the foot of the bed. The room was rather disheveled from the sensual night prior. Soft snores and mumbles were all that could be heard throughout the house, however, it was only from one of the two housemates. The second was wide awake. 

     Vergil stared down at you. Your back was pressed against his chest and his arms were wrapped around your middle, holding you even closer. The peaceful innocent smile that was tugging at the corner of your lips made the blue devil feel almost guilty over what he was about to do. Bit by bit, he slid down your underwear, stopping when he felt you were about to wake and only continuing when completely sure you were still slumbering. 

     Using his own fingers, he covered them in spit and began to very slowly finger you. He knew he had to be very careful how much he was moving around and how deep his fingers went; otherwise, you’d wake and it would ruin the surprise. 

     Admittedly, he would never have dreamed of doing something this perverted and rather taboo. However, he got told by a very drunk you that you’d wanted to try something like this with him; waking him up by having your mouth wrapped around his cock or riding him. Those ideas had festered in his mind long enough that he’d also become interested in trying something like that. 

     Growing impatient, he removed his fingers and released his morning wood from its confines. Very calmly, he ground himself against you for a moment before using more of his spit to slick his already twitching cock. With a bit to his lip, he lined up his cock with your hole and gradually pushed himself inside you. 

     He watched your brow twitch at the feeling of his tip penetrating your hole and felt your hips shift a bit. Vergil took a deep breath, doing his best to not rush things and shove himself violently inside you, fucking you as he did the night prior. Even if he had just woken up, Vergil was already wide awake and chomping at the bit to rail you. 

     After a painfully long minute, he was fully seated in you and buried his head into the crook of your neck. Then he wrapped his arms around your middle, took a slow inhale, and moved his hips gently against yours. Your brow twitched again as he continued to move himself in slow languid motions. 

     “V-Vergil..?” Your voice cracked as you turned to see him, only to let out a low groan at him thrusting a bit harder against you.

     Vergil moved to kiss your lips, enjoying the sloppy sleepy movements of your mouth. His speed picked up to a moderate pace; not too hard but not too soft, just a nice medium. You laid your head back onto his shoulder as you felt his hands move to your chest, grabbing greedy handfuls of your flesh. This also gave him access to your neck which he took full advantage of, kissing and biting over the already tender flesh that he had partaken in several hours ago. 

     With his arms re-wrapped tightly around your middle, his thrust became short and harsh; pushing as far up inside you as he could. You placed one hand over his and the other over your sex, playing with the aroused area. 

     It didn’t take long for the two of you to cum: Vergil spilling himself inside you as your body contorted from your orgasm. Wanting to enjoy the tightening of your body more, one of Vergil’s hands moved to your over-sensitized flesh, which you’d let go of in your ecstasy, and began to use his index finger to rub against it; causing your body to arch even harder against him. 

     Once he had his fill, he stopped and gently bunted the side of his head against the side of yours, “Good morning, my love…” he placed a kiss against your cheek. In his sleepy post-orgasm stupor he laughed softly against you, saying the words that he scarcely can bring himself to say, “I love you, so very much...” 

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ENDING NOTES: Wrote this in like 45 minutes (which is fast for me) so it’s not perfect but whatever lol

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[that-gay-guy-from-hell]

Sweet Serenade: Vergil x G/N Reader

MINORS DNI GO AWAY >:[ SERIOUSLY-- *grabs a broom and sweeps at you* SHOO

SUMMARY: Ever since you met the blue devil you’d loved to listen to him; be it a small noise or a loud shout, you always listened. Tonight, you found yourself home alone with him and begin to hear a different noise; one that you realize you aren’t supposed to be hearing.

BEGINNING NOTES: ♭ Top/Dom Vergil x (implied) Bottom/Sub G/N Reader ♮Unestablished relationship. ♯Everyone else can tell you are into each other. The two of you have gone “out” before; even though that’s not what either of you called it, it is what both of you wanted. ♮You live at the DMC with Dante and Vergil. ♭Smut--Vergil masturbation voyeuristic reader ♮Vergil enjoys the idea of the reader consensually submitting to him (I don’t want it to come across wrong) (The song is a link to a YouTube video of it if you want to listen)

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     The Devil May Cry was alive and bustling as per usual these days. There was never a dull moment not since the twins’ reunion and return from Hell. Although the happier and more welcoming atmosphere was a nice change of pace, you couldn’t help but miss the peaceful quiet times. Tonight was one of those nights. 

     The last contract was large enough that the whole shop got involved which resulted in an enormous payout. So, the crew decided to go out drinking to celebrate--Most of the crew anyway.

      Nero was hesitant to join, not being one for social outings--like father, like son. However, Nico wasn’t taking no for an answer and was currently shoving Nero--quite literally--out the back door. Lady and Trish had already moved to the garage and were chatting. Then, of course, there were the Sparda twins; Vergil and Dante. The younger sibling had been nagging his brother for over ten minutes.

     “Come on,” Dante playfully poked at Vergil’s shoulder for the umpteenth time tonight, staring at him like a kicked puppy dog, “Pleaseeee--”

     “Dante.” Vergil sighed as he stood up, shutting his book with a loud thump, “For the last time, I am not going to your stupid bar and that’s final.”

     The younger twin pouted slightly and let out an exaggerated exhale, “You’re so boring in your old age, Verge; you gotta learn to live a little,” Dante turned his attention to you and flashed a wide toothy grin, “You’re coming with right?”

     You pursed your lips and shook your head ‘No’.

     The red devil dramatically groaned and slumped forwards.

     You gently patted his back, “Sorry, I'm just too beat to join in.”

     Dante looked up at you and stuck his bottom lip out in a pout.

     A warm smile tugged at your lips as you ruffled the red devil’s hair, “Maybe next time.”

     “Promise..?” 

     “If that’s what you want, sure.”

     He stood back up fully, a small smile tugging at his lips, “You’d best believe I’m gonna hold you to that, babe~!” He winked at you as he grabbed his coat from the back of the desk chair, sliding it on, “Just don’t go breaking the old man, alright? Kinda need him in the morning for a contract.”

     “Huh-!?” Your eyes widened as you realized what he meant.

     Vergil rolled his eyes and moved to stand beside you, just a few centimeters away from your side, “Is that a hint of jealousy I hear, Dante?” He folded his arms and leaned back a bit.

     “And if it is?” Dante raised a brow at his sibling.

     “Tch,” Vergil’s gaze thinned, “As if they would have such low standards.”

     “Careful there Verge might insult yourself since we are twins.”

     “Perhaps, but we--”

     The sound of Nero shouting and a loud thud caught everyone’s attention--it seems Nero finally gave in, or rather gave out, and fell face-first into the concrete of the garage. Nico stared down at the young man from the doorway before turning to the three of you, a semi-irritated tone to her voice, “We’re gonna leave your old asses if y’all don’t get a move on!”

     Dante sighed and walked towards the door, “Sorry, only one ‘old ass’ is leaving tonight.”

     Nico said something unintelligible as Dante shut the door, leaving Vergil and you alone. 

     The blue devil sighed quietly before addressing you, “I am going to retire for the night,” he moved toward the stairs. Once at the bottom of the stairs, he paused for a moment with parted lips, as if he were going to say something; however, he said nothing, shut his mouth, and ascended the stairs, disappearing into his room. 

     You sighed through your nose. Part of you had hoped Vergil might want to spend some time together, but that was wishful thinking. He’s not the “hanging out” type, even if the two of you spend most of your waking hours together. Deciding to do the same as the blue devil, you turned off the shop’s lights and headed to your room. 

     The floorboards creaked as you entered your cozy abode and flipped on the lights. With a slight bounce, you flopped onto your bed with a loud sigh. Your room was the smallest of the three make-shift bedrooms of the Devil May Cry and shared a wall with a certain blue devil’s room. Through the thin walls, you could hear the faint sound of Schubert’s music from Vergil’s record player. Admittedly, you didn’t care much for classical music but that slowly changed when the eldest twin moved in. His music selection was so different than Dante’s; it was calmer, relaxing, and gentle, all of which were something you found reflected the man’s inner-self--even if Vergil doesn’t seem the temperate type. Tonight’s selection was no different. Currently, the record was playing one of your favorites “Serenade”. 

     A small smile tugged at your lips as you listened to the violins' crescendos and decrescendos; how each phrase changed and grew. You allowed yourself to relax into your bedding as you slowly began to drift off. However, just as you closed your eyes, a small stifled grunt came from the other side of the wall and piqued your curiosity. Then, a growl followed by a visceral groan emanated from the other room. Although you knew it was intruding--and downright voyeuristic--you couldn’t help but get up and set your ear against the shared bedroom wall, listening intently.

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     Vergil had planned on reading and going to bed when he headed upstairs. Wishing to enjoy the few fleeting moments of peace within the walls of the shop. However, Vergil couldn’t get the teasing remark from Dante out of his head--the idea of Vergil making love with you. 

     As he read the same page over and over, Vergil found his thoughts devolving into more and more sinful ideas. He wondered what sounds you'd make when he ate at your body; what lascivious mewls and whimpers would you make? Would you enjoy it? How would you react to him holding you impossibly close as your bodies are neatly and sensually interwoven, connected together in an act of heated passion and lust? The endless amount of devilish sexual amusement he’d get from spearing your innards and watching you come undone under him. Your loud pleading cries from his overstimulating touch as Vergil plays with you long into the night and morning, not wanting to pass up this rare moment of privacy. 

     Admittedly he wasn't sure if you were into him as much as he is to you; however, that didn't stop the growing heat from spreading throughout his body. With an irritated huff, Vergil shut his book and grumbled to himself. He wasn’t typically one for masturbation and had mostly only partaken of such sinful delights in his youth. 

     Perhaps just one time wouldn’t be too bad, right?

     The blue devil carefully set his book down, still debating if he really was going to do this. However, an overwhelming throbbing in his pants answered the question for him. He bit his lip as he closed his eyes, allowing his mind to indulge such degenerative thoughts; thoughts of what he wanted to do to you. 

     He palmed his hard-on through his jeans, imagining it was your hand instead. The slow sound of his belt being unbuckled, the snap of the button of his fly, the smooth sound of the zipper coming undone; all of this he imagined was your doing. Despite his distaste for such joys of the flesh, he did keep a bottle of lube in his bedside drawer just in case he’d ever need it--and tonight was one of those times. 

     Setting the bottle on the tabletop, he closed his eyes and ghosted his fingertips against his aching tent. A shiver ran up his spine as he released his cock from its fabric confines. He opened his eyes for a split second to grab the bottle of lube and put some in his palm before quickly closing his eyes again; not wanting to break his fantasy. 

     It started slow, almost painfully slow, as he bit his lip. He was fantasizing about the wet feeling from the lube being instead caused by your cute little mouth being wrapped around his cock. A small groan left his lips as he continued to fall further and further into this fictitious scenario. What he wouldn’t give just to fuck your mouth at least once. As he continued, his lack of practice became more and more evident as his hand moved in uneven and unsteady strokes. A sudden intense hot feeling spread throughout his body causing him to grow uncomfortable. He knew exactly what it was; he was losing himself, being much too engrossed in his pathetic devilish desires, practically egging on an accidental Trigger. 

     Quickly, he opened his eyes and shot up from the mattress, tossing his vest off to the side. Using one hand to hold himself up from the mattress, he continued to pleasure himself. His brow twitched as he closed his eyes again. In his mind, he toyed with the idea of you being pinned underneath him; completely submissive and powerless. A small growl came from his throat as he began to lose focus on staying quiet. The sight of you breathless and staring back at him with half-lidded eyes made his cock ache and his mind reeling. 

     Again he began to feel the hot feeling consuming his limbs, he needed to let his skin breathe--he needed to undress more. As he fumbled with the shirt buttons, he leaned upwards. Almost instantly getting frustrated with the small plastic clasps, he ripped his shirt from his body--shredding it--and tossed it off in a random direction. Vergil leaned back over the bedding, his hand that was supporting his weight had balled up the sheets; tearing it with his nails. The blue devil bit his lip again as his pace became even faster, however, this did little to deter the loud carnal snarling that he was making.

     Vergil leaned further forwards, placing his forehead on the, now disheveled bedding. In his mind he was laying his head against yours, enjoying the feeling of your hot skin against his. The feeling of your hands within his hair and your legs wrapped around his middle, pulling him closer and further into your hole. A thin layer of sweat adorned his body and his hair had fallen forwards. A mixture of spit and a small amount of blood was dripping from his lips and onto the bed. His breathing was heavy, uneven, and filled with a disgusting amount of lust; a side of himself that Vergil, not only tries to hide from the outside world but, despises. However, he couldn’t be bothered to think about how unrefined and how feral he probably sounded and looked, the only thoughts to be had were ones about you.

     As he approached his orgasm he began to whimper your name quietly to himself, wishing he had the courage to ask you out and to ask for you to give yourself to him--every bit of yourself to him. He began to rock forwards, bucking his hips into his hand. A greedy possessive feeling filled his heart, he wants to hide you away from the world, to keep you all to himself. A snarl left his lips at the thought of anyone else being able to have you, to take you from him. Vergil didn’t care how insane he sounds or how dangerous that kind of mindset is; he’s had everything taken from him his entire life and he will not allow anyone to take you from him. With each passing moment, he got louder and called your name more and more frantically. 

     When Vergil hit his peak, he leaned upwards and threw his head back. A loud thunderous growl and an almost whimpering moan came from him as his body twitched in ecstasy. Lots of smooth white ropes decorated his bedding as he opened his eyes to stare at the dark room’s ceiling above him, he felt several tears running down his face. Using the thumb of the hand still wrapped around his cock, he played with his tip, sending a jolt through his body; despite finding release, he was still just as worked up as before--perhaps even worse than before. 

     That’s when a set of knocks at his door made him freeze. 

     Was Dante back already? Or what if you had--

     “Vergil?” It was you.

     He panicked; despite not being clean, shoved his cock back into his boxers and jeans. Unable to find his shirt from earlier, he grabbed a random t-shirt from his dresser and slid it on so fast he failed to notice that it was backwards. Using the sweat from his brow, he slicked back his hair in hopes it would stay long enough for him to answer the door. 

     When he opened the door his words were discombobulated as he stumbled through his thoughts, “What?” 

     You said nothing but instead shyly looked away from him, your shoulders tensed up and you pursed your lips. That’s when Vergil noticed.

     The strong unmistakable scent of arousal that was coming from you. You were just as, if not more, horny. Admittedly, he wanted nothing more than to pin you to the ground and take you right then and there; but he found himself hesitant. 

     With a very shy voice, you mumbled to him, “You alright? The record has been skipping for a while now and…” Your voice trailed off, unable to look him in the eye. 

     As he spoke a dark husky sultry tone came from him, a voice you’d never heard him use before, “Oh? Has it now?”

     You nodded, “Yeah, I can hear it from my room…”

     He smirked and turned you to face him, “It is quite invasive to be listening to others, Love.” His eyes met yours, “Especially if you were enjoying yourself to it.”

     Your eyes went wide.

     Vergil chuckled lowly, “I can tell from your heart that you either just ran a mile or were having a good time,” he leaned in closer, “and I can smell it on your hands, Voyeur.”

     A set of sputtering unintelligible noises came from you, your face becoming flushed and Vergil enjoying the sight. 

     He stood back up and turned to face inside the room, “Now, why don’t you come in for a moment? I’ll remove the record after all,” He looked over his shoulder, “I’d much rather listen to your serenade instead.”

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ENDING NOTES: ♯This has been sitting in my WIPs half-finished for a while so I wanted to finish it up; sorry if the ending is a bit weird, wasn't sure how to end it lmao ♮Fun fact: the beginning part (right up until overhearing Vergil) was the original start to “As You Wish (Part 1)” lol ♭“That Unwanted Animal” By The Amazing Devil really was a good inspiration for this fic. I’d highly recommend giving their music a listen “The Horror and The Wild” is a REALLY good album lol

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[that-gay-guy-from-hell]

Tapestry of Leather: Vergil x G/N Reader

SUMMARY: Vergil finds some old clothing.

BEGINNING NOTES: Vergil x G/N Reader Pre-established Vergil and you live together Fluff Lime? Not quite smut but still has some spicy stuff (god I feel old for using the term “lime” lmfao)

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     The rain pattered softly against the abnormally quiet house. Only one of the two residents was currently home and he hated it.

     It doesn't come as a surprise that Vergil disliked having days off--especially if you weren't with him; however, it happens sometimes and today was just one of those days. His brother and son were out on a job, the ladies were... somewhere, and you had gone out to do some shopping. The blue devil offered to accompany you but you said you'd be fine. He had been too stubborn to admit he wanted to spend more time with you. 

     That he missed you.

     A soft sigh left his nose as he shut his book with a small thump, unable to focus. He leaned back in his chair with an elongated groan and placed a hand over his face. That’s when out of the corner of his eye he spotted his tattoos. Admittedly, he wore his sleeveless turtleneck because you enjoyed playing with the off-black markings; but now that you weren't home, Vergil felt nothing but an unending loathing for his marred-up skin.

     "Why do I even still wear things like this," he clicked his tongue in irritation as he stood up. 

     The eldest twin slid off his shirt and tossed it on the bed. He opened the dresser drawer and rummaged around for something to wear when a certain old leather duster caught his eye. 

     With a small 'hmph', he pulled out the neatly folded clothing. He had forgotten that he had kept the stolen apparel. Out of curiosity, the blue devil rummaged further into the back of the drawer and found the rest of the outfit; sandals and all. 

     He held out the corset and raised a brow, “Such brazen and unsightly apparel,” he pursed his lips before looking around; despite being fully aware he was alone. 

     Vergil quietly huffed as he carefully laced the black corset around his middle, leaving it loose enough to move comfortably but still stay wrapped around his middle. He slowly turned and viewed each side of the black leather in the mirror.

      He let out a small huff in thought, “What was I thinking when V decided this was an appropriate outfit?” 

     His curiosity about how he’d look in this old leather got the better of him. As Vergil removed his yoga pants his brow furrowed. The eldest twin could practically hear how a younger Vergil would’ve reacted. How he would've insulted himself for dressing in such a way, for dressing like a cheap whore.

     Slowly, he slid on the skinny black jeans, buckled the belt, and hooked the skull chain to his right side. His jaw clenched as he became increasingly aware of how pathetic he looked right now; how unrefined he has become. 

     Behind all these bitter displeasing thoughts, however, there was another voice. The lowly sultry voice of the man who had last worn this colorless punk outfit; the small part of himself encouraged him to finish the outfit. Vergil slid on the sandals and picked up the duster jacket, holding it in his hands. 

      A voice from the doorway behind him caught his attention, “If I had known this is what I was coming home to... I would’ve been home a Hell of a lot faster,” Vergil whipped around to see you standing there with a warm smile, eyeing him up and down. 

      “I-” his face quickly became red with embarrassment and was unable to find a response. 

      You approached him and gently ran a hand down his chest, “You look divine, Vergil,” you gently grabbed the front of the corset lacing, “Are you gonna put the jacket on, too?”

      His eyes met with yours, “Do you want me to?”

      “I mean,” you smiled, “Only if you want to.”

     He stared for a moment before coyly sliding it on. A soft hum came from you as you reached out to fix the collar of the jacket, then slowly ran your fingers down the old leather. 

     “Do… Do you like this..?” Vergil’s eyes followed your fingers that had moved to the lacing of the corset, tugging it slightly.

     “Want me to be honest?” 

     He nodded, feeling an odd nervousness pooling in his gut.

     Your voice was low and seductive, “I came home expecting to have a sweet dinner date with you,” you gently leaned up to his ear, “but now?” You bit his earlobe, pulling it slightly, and let go to place a kiss behind his jaw, “I want you to fuck me senseless, to turn me into poetry.”

     Vergil’s face shot bright red and his eyes widened. Before V re-conjoined with Urizen, the lithe man had been quite the flirt with you and that line was something he used frequently; a promise of sheer decadent intimacy.

    The feeling of teeth grazing his neck brought Vergil back to reality. A small grunt came from him as he felt your teeth grip him harder and he harshly dug his fingers into your hips, pulling you tight to him. Between the two of you, something was growing and, quite frankly, V’s skinny jeans weren't exactly hiding it. As your teeth left the blue devil’s neck, he moved you to the bed, tossing you down lightly. 

     He moved to straddle you, watching as your chest rose and sank with each uneven breath. He felt your fingers ghost over his strained cock.

     He leaned down and placed his forehead against yours, “ ‘Love and harmony combine,/And round our souls entwine’,” Vergil's lips brushed against yours, “ ‘While thy branches mix with mine,/And our roots together join.’,” the blue devil placed a hard passionate kiss against your lips. 

     Tonight he was going to make good on those words, he was going to make sure you understood exactly how much he yearns to hear your sweet song; to hear you in nothing but sheer ecstasy. 

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ENDING NOTES: Poem quoted:      “Love and Harmony” by William Blake (yes, I know V says this to Urizen, just let me have this lmfaooo Also V saying this to Uri has always been funny to me because the poem is about fucking and making a kid lol) 🐄🐄🐄 Sorry this is so short lol I kinda just wanted something small to work on. Ngl had this sitting in my WIPs for a while because I didn’t know how to finish it. Finally found a way to ;))) Thanks so much for reading!! Hope y’all enjoyed!

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[that-gay-guy-from-hell]

As You Wish (Part 2): Vergil x G/N Reader

MINORS DNI--18+ ONLY

SERIOUSLY KIDDO, SHOO!! SUMMARY:      Vergil stopped his kisses and pulled back up to look you in the eyes, “Careful, you might not like what happens if you do that…”      You gave him a salacious smirk, “You told me to do what I wished, and right now,” you leaned up to kiss the side of his neck, “All I want is you.”

BEGINNING NOTES: Requested by @kasianthus! 💙🌹💙 Please read part 1 before this--this picks up right at the end! He’s wearing the outfit from his H/Cs (linked here), please go check it out. This won’t really make any sense if you don’t know what it is. The size of his “sword” is also there if you want to know what he’s working with lmao 🌹💙🌹 Top + Dom. Vergil x Bottom + Sub. G/N Reader Smut; the first time between Vergil and you (Meaning he needs reassurance quite a bit) Biting; he does pierce your skin Oral (Reader receiving; I did my best with the G/N parameters. Didn’t realize it was so hard to write oral this way lmao) No lube, we die like men *cough* I may have just forgotten it *cough*

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     Vergil’s mind was running a million miles an hour as he processed what you were asking him for. A small smile tugged at your lips as you continued to sweetly kiss the blue devil’s neck. His heart was beating hard enough that you could feel it through his sweltering skin. 

     You leaned back down to get a clear view of his face and noticed his odd stare, “Is that okay? Or would you rather not?” you had begun to worry that you made him uncomfortable. 

     He didn’t answer, but rather, reconnected with your lips. Taking this as the okay, you pulled off his coat and his tie--discarding both of them somewhere in the room. You wrapped your legs around his hips and pulled him snugly against you. One of your hands rested on the back of his neck, while the other found its way to his hair again. Vergil slid his hands up under your shirt and began to grope his way up your body. All he wanted was to feel more of you, to see more of you, to claim every bit of you.

     He smelt of cedar, lavender, and a slight hint of smoke; a delightful mixture that intoxicates you every time he’s near you. His lips tasted of a mint and were broiling against yours; perhaps his plan was to kiss you even before placing the bet?

     Before you could think about it more, you felt Vergil pinch your nipples harshly. A loud sharp groan came from you, which he devoured greedily. The blue devil continued to pull and grab at your chest, only becoming further aroused with every one of your mewls and moans. You tightened your legs around him and his very evident growing excitement. A small grunt of pleasure left his lips at the feeling. Hearing that he enjoyed it, you rolled your hips slowly against him.

     Vergil decided to gently bite at your lips, asking to enter. Wanting to taste him more as well, you allowed him in. A shiver ran up your spine as he explored every bit of your cavern. The two of you shared long sloppy wet kisses, enjoying the long-awaited moment to hold one another.

     All the while, you undid the buttons of his vest and began to unbutton his dress shirt. This gave you a small peak at his chest--unable to remove his clothing fully. You took the hand from behind his neck and placed it on the newly revealed skin, kneading him with your fingertips.

     After a few minutes, he broke from your lips and leaned upwards. He shook off his vest and made quick work of your shirt, sending another shiver up your spine.

     Half-lidded icy-blue glowing eyes slowly wandered over your body, soaking in the heavenly sight before him. Vergil ghosted down your body with barely-there fingertips, feeling the way your torso rose and fell with each breath. The blue devil had never seen you this barren before, this exposed; trusting him to handle you with care. He’d never dream of treating you any less than such. To him, you were as fragile and as a delicate flower, even if you work alongside him. You are angelic to him. Perfection absolute. Divinity within a human shell. 

     Seeing him stare so intensely down at you made you feel a little self-conscious and, with the odd expression Vergil was making, you thought he was turned off by your appearance; so you covered yourself with your arms. His brow furrowed at your action, he wasn’t done looking at you yet.

     The blue devil pulled your arms to your sides and pinned them down, allowing him to continue his internalization of your shirtless figure. He wondered what you would taste like. How you'd squirm underneath him as he pleasured you with his mouth. All he wanted was to hear you cry out his name in ecstasy. 

     As he got semi-lost in his thoughts, all you could do was stare back at him and observe how undone he had become. The blue devil’s hair was disheveled and hung in front of his face slightly; somewhere between slicked back and down. His typical hardened glare was replaced with a soft, almost shy, expression. An intense red flustered look was plastered over his face with plush kiss-swollen slightly parted lips. You unconsciously slightly licked your lips at his expression, wanting nothing more than to taste him again. 

     After a minute or so, Vergil had decided on what to do. He let go of your arms and dipped back down; however, this time he wasn’t going for your mouth. 

     Although he’d never admit it, he was beyond nervous as he placed hot kisses down your sternum. What if this wasn’t the right move?  A small shake found its way to his fingers that were ghosting down your sides. Was he taking things too quickly?  His breathing unintentionally hitched. What if you didn’t find him or his motions pleasurable?

     “Vergil?” you gently grabbed his shoulder, thumbing over it slightly.

     He had stopped his kisses and had been hovering over your skin for a noticeably long time, doing nothing. A small sigh left his lips. 

     “Vergil,” you gently moved your hand to the side of his face and slowly ran your thumb along his cheekbone, “If you aren’t okay with this then you can tell me. We can stop.”

     He shook his head ‘no’, “I assure you that I am more than okay with this, however,” he paused for a moment then whispered, “are you sure you want this… from me?”

     You gave a small soft exhale and smiled slightly, “Yes, of course, I am. I wouldn’t have it any other way or with anyone else, Vergil,” you gently ruffled his hair.

     A faint smirk tugged at his lips as he regained a little confidence and he resumed his kisses. Vergil moved to one of your nipples and bit down gently, attempting to gauge your reaction. You let out a low groan and ran your fingers through his hair. 

     He repeated the action; this time, however, he bit down harder and pinched at the other side with his opposing hand. Another low groan left your lips as you arched your back a bit; unintentionally pulling him closer by tugging on his hair. His body jerked at the sudden pull and he released his bite. 

     Seeing the slight bruise he made him smirk widely and he moved to give the other side the same loving treatment. In this excitement, however, the blue devil had forgotten just how strong he can be. Vergil’s sharp teeth pierced your skin, making you let out a strangled whining moan. Your hands moved to his back to grab handfuls of the dark navy dress shirt, however, you didn’t make any attempt to pull him off of you. He took this as an okay to continue and did just that, marring up whatever skin he could taste. All the while, his hand moved from the other side of your chest down to one of your thighs and gave it a harsh squeeze.

     “Ngh~ Vergil,” you squirmed a bit underneath him.

     Once satisfied with how many hickeys and bites there were, he leaned up enough to look you in the eyes, “May… May I do… more?"

     You nodded and watched as Vergil lightly grasped your arms, asking you to release your grip--which you did. He cautiously reconnected his lips to your abdomen and began to slowly make his way down your middle. Curious as to what he was doing, you pushed up a bit on your forearms to watch him. He looked up at you through the top of his eyes and slid his fingers into the edge of your pants.

     He unconsciously licked his lips as he pulled down your pants, growing impatient and wanting nothing more than to taste you. You squirmed at his heavy gaze, it was intense and had an overwhelmingly heavy lust filling it. Vergil ran his hands up your thighs, pushing down and moving tantalizingly slow. A stifled moan left your lips from the sensation as you watched him slide his fingers into the waistband of your underwear. His eyes met with yours, seeming to ask if it is truly okay for him to touch you in such a perverse manner. 

     You moved your hips slightly, encouraging him to continue. Without breaking eye contact, Vergil removed your final bit of clothing, leaving you completely exposed. His eyes fluttered down your body to the new skin. 

     Vergil placed several small, almost shy, kisses along your thighs as his hands kneaded the outsides. Once again, you twitched from his stare and motions. You were just as excited as him it seems which gave him an odd sense of pride. He gently placed a kiss closer to your aching arousal, teasing you with his heavy hot exhales. 

     You bit your lip and quietly whimpered at him. He smirked and let out a low chuckle, then placed a prolonged kiss against your sex. Another small whimper. Vergil ran his tongue along you this time.

     “Please, Vergil,” you pursed your lips, all you wanted was to feel more. 

     The blue devil decided to gently suck and lap against your arousal, making good use of his split tongue. With an uncharacteristically shy tug, he pulled your hand towards him and wanted to feel your hands in his hair. His hands then found their way to the sides of your legs and pressed them into his head, bruising your thighs with his fingertips. 

     Your hips jerked at the feeling of him biting at the flesh adjacent to where he had just been working; leaving a large love bite. Then, he returned to his earlier motions. With each one of your moans and each tug of your hands, he moved his tongue faster and harder.

     “Ah~ God, Vergil- fuck,” you tugged on his hair as hard as you could, making him moan loudly against your aching body, “I want you, please…”

     Although his hunger for your taste wasn’t quite satisfied, he wasn’t much better than you were at this point. Vergil stood up and undid his belt, eyeing you up while doing so. You stood up and began to work on the shirt buttons when he grabbed your wrists.

     “Are you sure you wish to see… that?" Vergil’s voice was painfully quiet.

     “Of course,” with his shirt fully unbuttoned, you ran your hand up his middle, “You get to see all of me… I want to see all of you… please..?”

     He pursed his lips and gave you a small flat smile, “I assure you that my body is far from… attractive."

     You locked eyes with the eldest twin, “Not sure how that can be,” slowly and carefully, you removed his shirt and tossed it off to the side, “As far as I am concerned you’re still as gorgeous as before,” you gave him a wide smile, attempting to lighten the mood, “I take that back- you look even better than before, Vergil.”

     Vergil’s eyes broke from yours with a sheepish turn of his head.

     “Hey, look at me,” you cupped the side of his face with your hand, turning him back to you, “I mean it, you are absolutely stunning,” you kissed him quickly, “handsome,” another kiss, “smart,” another, “perfect.”

     He stared at you with an upturned brow and a shy smile, “Are you attempting to flatter me?”

     You shrugged as you leaned in to place your nose beside his, “No,” you ran your hands up his sides, “Just telling you the truth.”

     A gentle huff left his nose as the two of you shared a sweet slow kiss. You carefully ran your hands down his back, making a mental map of it. His skin was far from smooth and was full of large deep scarring. Distantly you found yourself wondering if that’s what he was talking about. A harsh squeeze on your ass brought you back to. The blue devil’s nails had lightly pierced your tender skin and were kneading against you. 

     Breaking off from the kiss, you maintained eye contact as you unbuttoned his pants and slowly undid the fly. You lightly brushed your finger against his still-confined cock. A restrained groan came from Vergil as he continued to stare back at you. 

     You bit your lip as you slid your fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs, a small feeling of nervousness pricked at the edges of your mind. His breathing hitched as you pulled them down over his aching flesh. Breaking away from his icy eyes, you looked down at what he was working with. 

     An unexpected surprised ‘oh’ sound came from you as your eyes widened. Sure, you had hoped Vergil would have a nice dick but this was more than you expected. 

     Vergil raised a brow at your quiet and deer-in-headlights stare, “Is something wrong..?”

     “Hm?” you looked up at him with a face that felt like it was burning from embarrassment, “No, just,” you turned away with a coy smile and spoke with a hushed tone, “didn’t expect you to be so… big…”

     A small amused huff left his lips, “I thought that was a thing humans looked for in their lovers,” you turned back to him.

     “I didn’t mean it in a bad way-”

     He smiled and let out a small laugh, indicating he was well aware of your embarrassment and was teasing you about it.

     However, his laugh soon turned to a low groan as you gently ran your finger against the head of his dick--thumbing over the little bit of pre-cum that was dribbling from him. You brought your thumb up to your lips and cleaned the fluid off. 

     Vergil pushed you gently back down onto the bed and removed his clothing fully, not wanting to be constrained in any way. The blue devil pulled your hips to the edge of the bed and set his hands beside your head, dipping down to whisper against your neck, “Are you sure that you want this, Wanderer?”

     “Yes,” you rolled your hips against him, making him let out a trembling moan, “I need you, Vergil. Please.”

     After he placed a soft kiss against your neck, he stood back up. You grabbed his hand and sucked on two of his fingers, which he used to finger you; not having any lube. He mindlessly used his tongue to play with one of his teeth as he stroked himself a bit at the sight of you beneath him. Carefully, he moved his tip to your hole and let out a shaky breath. 

     Seeing him still, you figured he needed more encouragement. You pushed your hips against him a bit, “Please, Vergil,” he looked up at your eyes, seeing how desperate your expression was, “I want you, plea-ah~!” your back arched as you felt Vergil steadily push himself inside your tight hole. 

     Vergil’s brow furrowed as he let out a loud moan, “Ngh~ aha~” any sense of dignity had just been thrown right out the window. 

     He shared a tender gaze with you as he did his best to take things slow. Admittedly, he was giddy with a perverse excitement over being able to share such an intense physical experience with you. A pang of overwhelming happiness pulled at his heart, only adding to the strange feelings he was having at the moment. 

     After a few long grueling minutes, Vergil was fully seated within you and he was in complete bliss. Between feeling how hot and tight you were and your utterly disheveled and submissive look, the blue devil was beyond elated. He leaned down and placed small kisses going up from your shoulder, to your neck, then along your jaw, and ending at your lips. 

     While sharing a slow kiss, your hands moved instinctively to his hair and pulled on it; wanting him to move. A very slight motion found its way to his hips, not wanting to move too much for fear of hurting you.

     “Vergil,” you broke off from the kiss and pushed your hips against his, “More, please.”

     He nodded and leaned back up, grabbing your legs to pull your hips snug to his. His movement was beyond slow, only moving an inch or so back and then moving back in gently. With each motion, you groaned lightly.

     After a few minutes of this, you looked him dead in the eyes, “Harder.”

     Despite his urge to do the opposite and tease you, he did as asked. He pulled back to about half out and thrust back in at a medium pace. His grip tightened on your legs as he unconsciously dug his nails into you. He wanted to go faster, to fuck you harder; however, he was beyond paranoid about hurting you.

     “Vergil, harder,” you rolled your hips and copied his motions, “I can take it,” he gave you a small smirk and side-nod. 

     If you hadn’t known better, you say that Vergil was purposely holding out on you. The new pace he found was brutal. A small twitch found its way to his lip along with a low sustained growl. All that could be heard throughout the entire DMC was the sound of your skin slapping together and your loud unfiltered moans. 

     “God~ Fuck, Vergil~” your legs wrapped around him, allowing him to lean back down to you.

     His hair fell in front of his face and his breathing was ragged. He wanted to say something back. To tell you how amazing being inside you felt. How he had thought about fucking you before and he’d never imagined it to be this good. Instead, all he could muster was to bite down on your neck.

     “Aha~” you grabbed at his back and did your best not to scratch him in the process, “Please, oh god- fuck~”

     Suddenly, you were picked up and moved against the door of your room. All the while, Vergil harshly jabbed at your insides and used your body weight to add to the sensation. Right now he was fighting with himself. All he wanted to do was trigger. To watch as he forced you to take his entire length and to knot you; to breed you, to make you his.

     “Vergil~!” you were lovingly kissing whatever skin you could and were only able to repeat his name in sheer ecstasy.

     A louder growl emanated from him as he slammed against you with harder and quicker motions, shoving you even harder into the door. He released his bite and whispered to you, “Can I-?”, asking if he could cum inside you.

     “Do it,” you let out another string of moans, “Fill me, Vergil~!”

     You used one of your hands to yank his hair, which sent him over the edge. Vergil bit down on your neck, hard, bringing you to your own orgasm. 

     An odd warm feeling flooded your body as he ground against you, making an odd growling purring noise through his vice-clamp of a bite. He did his best to ride out both your highs and keep himself grounded; not wanting to accidentally trigger.

     After a few minutes, Vergil removed his mouth and placed his head against the side of yours.

     “Vergil?” your voice was hoarse but soft.

     “Hm?”, his breathing was uneven and ragged.

     “I really love you,” you gently ran your hands down his back, “so very, very much.”

     A melancholic smile tugged at his lips as he placed a sweet kiss against your cheek, whispering against you, “ ‘Love seeketh not itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care, But for another gives its ease, And builds a heaven in hell's despair’. ”

     Before you could question his words, Vergil removed himself from your body. You let out a low groan at the sudden feeling of being both empty and full. He moved you back to your bed, placed you down gently, and laid against your chest--taking a small rest before cleaning up.

     Through your heavy and labored breaths, you chuckled with a large warm smile as you played with his hair, “We should play darts more often if this is how it ends…”

     Vergil flashed you a toothy grin, “I think I’d like that.”

     A knock at the door made Vergil’s grin fade instantly as he turned over his shoulder. From the other side, a familiar voice called out, “Hey, if you two are done fuckin’, I brought back some dinner.”

     You stifled a laugh as Vergil cursed his twin under his breath. He stood up, slid on his boxers and a shirt (which may have been yours), and turned back to you, "Rest while you can, because when I get back," he leaned down and placed a kiss on your cheek, "I'm going to show you how much I love you all over again."

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ENDING NOTES: Poem Quoted: “The Clod and the Pebble” by: William Blake 🌹💙🌹 Did I laugh every time I wrote the word “nipple” or “butt”? Yes, yes I did… 🌹💙🌹 While writing this for some reason I noticed that Vergil has very “holdable” hands… like I have an overwhelming urge to hold his hand (I don’t even necessarily mean in a weird romantic sense either) and play with his fingers; don’t know if that’s the ‘tism kicking in or if that is a normal thing, idk lmao 🌹💙🌹 I hope that this was okay, this is my first finished request lmao So I hope y'all enjoyed it.

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As You Wish (Part 1): Vergil x G/N Reader

Summary: Vergil loses a game of darts

Beginning Notes: Saw a post on Tumblr about how much people want to touch Vergil’s hair, so this was born. Did this get kinda skewed? Maybe, but I like it--I dunno lol. For dart games, I only know how to play 301/501 and I kinda understand how Cricket works; so, sorry I used something so basic lmao 🎀💙🎀 Vergil x G/N Reader Unestablished relationship; however, the two of you being in love is obvious to everyone besides Vergil and you. You live at the DMC with Dante and Vergil. Stupid Fluff

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     “Alright, I’m headed out!” Dante smiled widely, “Need anything?”

     “I’m good,” you reached up and ruffled his hair a bit, “Thanks though.”

     The red devil nodded, “Try not to burn down the shop while I’m gone..?”

     You clicked your tongue as you jested, “You sure you’re telling that to the right person?”

     The two of you shared a laugh as he walked to the front door, “I’ll be back later.”

     “Bye, Dante!” you waved as he left and left you alone in the shop’s foyer.

     With a delighted hum, you waltzed over to the jukebox, turned on a random track, and grabbed a drink from the fridge. A loud huff left your mouth as you slumped onto the pleather couch.

     As you tried to relax, you mindlessly wandered through your thoughts when a certain blue devil popped into your mind, “Mmn, wonder what Vergil’s doing…” a warm smile tugged at your lips at the thought of the suave man. 

     When the twins came back from the Underworld, you were enamored with the eldest son of Sparda. The contrast between the brothers was enough to pique your curiosity. As time went on, there was more than just your interest in their dynamic, something deeper than that. 

     At first, Vergil was enigmatic and frustratingly difficult. You felt he was purposely being insufferably insolent towards you; which he definitely was. After receiving a rather difficult contract, it was decided that said elder brother and you were to work together; much to both your irritations. However, as the two of you did more and more jobs together, you began to tolerate one another. Never in a thousand years would you have thought he would be your friend; let alone extremely cordial and, dare you say, kind. 

     Nowadays, the blue devil is always with you: in or out of the shop, recreational or job-related; it didn’t matter, he was right beside you. Admittedly, you found that Vergil’s presence had become extremely comforting.

     A distant part of you wondered if he felt the same about you; if someone like him could find the same unending solace that you do. If you asked the other members of the DMC, Vergil definitely does. It became a regular thing for the crew (especially Dante and Nero) to point out how personable the eldest son of Sparda is with you and how uncharacteristically gentle he is when it comes to you. Your smile grew as you toyed with the idea of your secret feelings being returned.

     “Where is Dante?” a serene voice pulled you from your thoughts. 

     At the bottom of the staircase was Vergil, standing with folded arms, “Oh! Hey- Vergil, I-” you stumbled over your thoughts, “Uh, What did you ask?”

     The eldest twin raised a brow at your jumbled words and dropped his original question, “Are you alright?”

     “I uh,” you shook your head and sat up straight, “Yeah, I’m good,” you set your drink on the coffee table. 

     Vergil squinted at you for a moment before moving to the fridge to get some water. Then he turned to head back upstairs.

     “Hey, wait,” you stood from the couch and Vergil turned to face you, “Did you maybe wanna shoot some darts? Bet I can beat you.”

     A small smirk adorned his lips and he upturned his brow as he responded, “Are you challenging me?”

     “Yeah, you can’t be any harder to play against than Dante or Nero,” you playfully winked at him.

     He shook his head with a small happy sigh, “Fine, I will be right back,” he turned around and headed up the stairs to his room. 

     You grabbed the darts from the desk drawer and pursed your lips in thought, “Yeah, sure, as if I have beaten Dante or Nero before… Vergil’s gonna wipe the floor with me…”

     Vergil reappeared downstairs shortly after, “So, what game do you have in mind?”

     “How about… uh,” you stood there, not knowing what to say since you had only played one type of game before.

     Vergil noticed your odd response and softly chuckled, “Let’s do something simple then. How about 501?”

     “Sure, that works,” you awkwardly smiled, “Especially since it's the only game I know how to play…”

     “Perhaps, if you'd like, I could teach you different games at some point..?"

     “I think I'd very much like that,” you smiled at Vergil and failed to notice the light pink that dusted his features.

     The two of you finished the first game rather quickly. Despite Vergil’s confidence, you weren’t too far off of his score. 

     “Wanna play again?” you were practically beaming, even though you lost. 

     He was standing with his arms folded and leaning against the edge of Dante’s desk, “I don’t see why not,” that’s when Vergil got an idea, “Why don’t we raise the steaks?”

     You raised a brow at the man.

     The eldest twin stood up off the desk, “Whoever wins gets to ask the loser to do one thing for them,” he had a large smirk and was radiating confidence, “No questions asked.”

     You flashed him a wide grin, “You’re so on.”

     The game was tense, to say the least. You were nipping at his heels the entire time and it was now down to the wire. Vergil had fifteen and you had twenty points left. 

     It was his turn. The blue devil had an expression that was akin to the slight frown of concentration he got during a fight; apparently, he wanted to win just as much as you do. In a manner both forceful and delicate, Vergil shot his dart. A triple fifteen. You could see the frustration in his eyes as he went and pulled his dart from the board. He went and leaned against the wall with crossed arms, carefully watching you. 

     It was your turn. You decided to shut your eyes, hope for the best, and throw your dart. Single twenty. A small huff of disbelief left your parted and upturned lips--Vergil doing the same. 

     With a large beaming smile, you turned to him, “Guess I win, huh?”

     He eyed you coldly.

     “Come on,” you slightly pouted at his reaction, “Don’t be like that.”

     With a soft sigh, he avoided your gaze.

     You walked over to the board with a slight spring to your step, “Now,” you pulled your dart from the board and looked over at the sulking devil, “About that bet~” you playfully placed a hand on your hip.

     He regained his air of confidence and folded his arms, “Best choose wisely, I assure you this won’t happen again.”

     “Hm…” you went to put your darts away in the desk drawer, Vergil following suit, “I know,” you moved to the stairs and beckoned him to you, “Come with me.” 

     The eldest twin raised a brow at your request but did as you asked. The two of you went into your bedroom; making sure to lock the door behind you in case Dante came home. 

     “Sit, please?” you gestured to your bed.

     He gave you a confused look but did as instructed.

     You pursed your lips and took a deep breath before moving to straddle his lap.

     A shade of pink decorated Vergil’s face,  “Now what, wanderer?”

     A small laugh left your lips, “I didn’t know you remembered that,” you draped your arms over his shoulders.

     “I remember many things,” Vergil cautiously set his hands on your lower back.

     “Oh?” you hoped he would elaborate, however, he did not.

     He gave you a warm smirk, one reminiscent of V’s, “Is this really all you want from me?”

     “Yeah…” you gave him a sheepish smile, “Is that alright?”

     “I suppose, although,” he gently pulled you closer to him and lowly whispered, “you could have just asked.”

     Your face became flush as you felt his head rest against the side of your neck, “Then can- can I ask you something else?”

     “Hm..?”

    “Would it be okay if I… touched your hair?” 

     His brow furrowed as he let out a laugh followed by a smokey whisper, “You are sitting on my lap… and you want to know if you can touch my hair?”

     “Is that a no?”

     He chuckled, “You may do as you wish.”

     With a joyful hum, you ran your fingers through his pomaded hair. Vergil was unable to hold back a loud purring from your tender soft touch. The blue devil nuzzled further into the crook of your neck, attempting to silence the unwelcomed happy noise. You knew better than to point it out, however, you let out a small laugh at his odd reaction.

     After a few minutes, you removed your hands from his hair. Vergil pouted a bit at your action as he leaned back. The both of you stared into one another’s eyes. Despite Vergil’s assertive nature, he couldn’t have been more nervous and unsure of what to do now.

     Slowly, you placed a hand on his cheek and thumbed over his soft skin as a loving smile adorned your lips, “Can I tell you something?”

     Upon seeing your half-lidded and warm expression, Vergil’s face became a few shades redder, “Of course.”

      “You’re gorgeous, Vergil,” you noticed his brow upturn, “I mean that in the least insulting way, of course.”

     He broke off from your stare and had a sheepish smile, unsure how to respond.

     You gently placed your thumb and forefinger on his chin, “Vergil..?” you turned him back to face you.

     His eyes met with yours once more, however, this time there was an odd shyness to them; one which made your heart flutter. The blue devil’s eyes occasionally broke from yours to look down at your lips. 

     Your voice was barely audible as you leaned in, resting the side of your nose against his, “May I?”

     With a low husky whisper, the blue devil lightly smirked, “Didn’t I tell you to do as you wished?”

     Carefully, you placed a sweet peck of a kiss against his lips. Before he could reciprocate, you shot back up from his face in a panic that you had just crossed a line. However, when you tried to stand, you found yourself flipped underneath him. 

     “Is that what you call a kiss?” he gave you a face that conveyed a mixture of confusion and light disappointment.

     “It is,” you pursed your lips before giving him a meek smile and whisper, “Care to show me yours?”

     The blue devil dipped down and connected his lips with yours. His lips were warm and oddly affectionate. A small moan left your lips as you felt his fingers dig into the sides of your hips. A smirk adorned his lips as he continued to give you slow fervorous kisses. The blue devil made sure to steal your breath and not allow you to break off from him. You took your hands and ran them through his hair, making him let out an unintentional moan. 

     Vergil stopped his kisses and pulled back up to look you in the eyes, “Careful, you might not like what happens if you do that…”

     You gave him a salacious smirk, “You told me to do what I wished, and right now,” you leaned up to kiss the side of his neck, “All I want is you.”

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Ending Notes: Did Vergil let you win? Who knows (He totally did). Might write a part two that is smut. I don’t know. Let me know if you want to see that or not. Also ngl, writing smut has been kinda hard for me to get in the groove as of late, not sure why lmao.

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HERE'S PART 2

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[that-gay-guy-from-hell]

DMC MASTER LIST

ON GOING QUESTION/POLL (I can't actually make a real poll but I want to know some opinions lmao)

All fics are posted here on my AO3, along with other things (like my personal headcanons).

VERGIL ONE-SHOTS:

Stubborn as Always--G/N, Fluff

Si vis amari ama--G/N, Fluff, Minor Angst

Uncontrolled Instincts--Male, Smut, Rut fic.

Sweet Serenade--G/N, Smut (? Vergil "self pleasuring")

Good Morning, my Love--G/N, Smut (Consensual somnophilia)

Tapestry of Leather--G/N, Fluff, Lime (god I'm old)

Student and Teacher--G/N, Flirty Fluff

The Bed of the Blue Devil--G/N, Smut, Rut fic.

As You Wish (Part 2)--G/N, Smut

As You Wish (Part 1)--G/N, Fluff

Despite Your Flaws--G/N, Sad Fluff

What Would They Think--G/N, Angst/Sad, Fluffy Comfort

Without You--G/N, Angst/Sad, Fluffy Comfort

A Devil's Secret Wingman--G/N, Fluff

Phantoms of the Past--Male, Angst, Fluff?

DANTE ONE-SHOTS:

Rough Day?--Male, Fluff

I've Got You--G/N, Fluff, Overprotective Dante

Where There's a Will, Right?-- Male, Angst (kinda), Fluff, Smut; Dante between 2-4

Stuck in a Rut--G/N, Smut, Rut fic.

Deep Regret--Male, Sad, Fluff

A Valentine's to Remember--Male, Fluff, Smut

Song of the Heart--G/N (w/anxiety), Fluff

NERO ONE-SHOTS:

No One Else Can Have You--Male, Smut, Power Bottom Nero, Top Reader, Pre-4 Nero

Wanting--G/N, Smut

Fear of the Devil--G/N, Comfort, Fluff

The Scent of You--Male, Smut

V ONE-SHOTS:

Lineaments of Gratified Desire--G/N, Smut, Handjob (V receiving)

Stuck in a small hiding spot + Injured V (short one-shot answers)

MULTIPLE/OTHER ONE-SHOTS:

Bound by Blood: Reader & Sparda Bloodline (Platonic; comfort, angst, fluff)

STUPID THOUGHTS THAT RELATE TO DMC:

Sin Devil Trigger Vergil's tail

Vergil only has 2 things to his name

Me at Vergil when I found out about Devil May Cry

Screenshot ruining my Bloody Palace run

Vergil right after V and Urizen merge appreciation post

"Bound by Blood" re-write excerpts (semi-gory warning)

"I think I'm pretty good at playing Vergil"

Ebony & Ivory replicas. Plus, Nero and Dante body pillowcases.

How much can the Sparda bloodline lift??

Thoughts while writing a "Nero x Terminally Ill reader" fic

Vergil and Lawn Darts

Vergil tiddies

This is why I love the DMC fandom--Comment thread

DMC 2 "Dante" is actually Vergil

Teeth!

Why do Dante and Vergil in DMC5 look so different?

Can the Sparda-bloodline dance?

Kneeling Vergil

Vergil being sick but also stubborn

Do it for him

A really good Nero x G/N Reader fic (that's not mine) and why my dumbass commented lmao

Eric and Vergil

Vergil's autistic

Sparda twins and leg gaiters

Aro/Ace Dante?

SHOP LAYOUT MAP

ART:

MLP Dante

Semi-spicy Dante (Mature label)

Drifting in the ocean all alone

GOOGLE DRIVE MASTERLIST OF PROMPTS/IDEAS THAT I'LL BE DOING.

Requests are currently closed; I have WAYYY TOO MANY. It might be a while before I reopen them; thank you so much for the support!!

A quick shameless self-plug--I also have a fan-character-based story as well if y'all would consider giving it a look, I'd really appreciate it. It is both here, @adevilsfolly , and on AO3

[that-gay-guy-from-hell]

Despite Your Flaws: Vergil x G/N Reader

SUMMARY: Vergil and you are spending a soft moment together; one where Vergil asks a question that has been on his mind since V defeated Urizen.

BEGINNING NOTES: I wrote this while listening to “Our Happy Ending” from Buddy Simulator 1984 (I'll link it below). I highly suggest reading this while listening to it. The song helps set the tone; plus there are no words so it doesn’t mess with your reading (at least that’s how my brain works lmao) and it's short. Quick reminder: Check my H/Cs for what Vergil is wearing--you can find it through the AO3 link below. 🟪💠⬛🟪💠⬛ Vergil x G/N Reader Fluff Not angst per se, but kinda sad Short and cute; at least I think so anyway

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     The room was quiet except for the faint baroque-style music coming from the record player. In the middle of the room on the queen size mattress were two people; the eldest son of Sparda and you, his beloved muse. The pair were leaning up ever so slightly against the headboard; Vergil had a book in hand while you were studying the former.

     It was the first time in a long time that the both of you took a day off to yourselves; one that was only about relaxing and indulging in each other’s warmth. No training. No paperwork. Nothing. Just the two of you intertwined in one another’s limbs.

     An unintentional quiet delighted hum emanated from you as you mindlessly traced Vergil’s tattoos; something you used to do quite often with V. However, when compared to V, tracing the complete man’s skin was different. 

     He is more muscular than V. Vergil’s skin is much warmer and rougher to the touch; the divots and seemingly random scarring that adorned the pallid skin only added to the sensation. Despite them being the same person, their reactions were almost opposites; V would seemingly melt into your touch, while Vergil tends to flinch and pull away from your soft touches--which you'd never hold against the tormented man, but it was still different. 

     “I do not understand why you do that,” Vergil sighed as he watched your hand travel up his forearm.

     You looked up at him with a raised brow, “Do what?”

     A soft thump came from his book as he shut it, focusing on the conversation, “Trace those.”

     It wasn’t surprising that Vergil disliked his tattoos, not only because of the painful memories that spawned them but because of the man who adorned them before.

     You gently traced down one of the larger lines, “I don’t really have a reason,” your fingers ghosted the back side of his hand and down his knuckles, “Do you want me to stop?”

     Vergil set his cheek against the top of your head and grabbed your hand, “May I ask you something?”

     “Sure.”

     “Do you wish I was-” his brow twitched at his thoughts, “was still him?”

     A small sad frown pulled the corners of your lips down, “What? Who do you mean?”

     “V.”

     You shook your head gently, “No,” your fingers tightened around his, “I like having the entire person; not just half.”

     Vergil stared down at the intertwinement of your hands, “Are you… sure..?”

     “Of course,” you got up and moved to sit on his lap, wanting a better view of your lover, “Why would I want anyone else?”

     “V was much kinder to you,” his eyes avoided yours, “He was more personable… V was raw unfiltered humanity; why wouldn’t you want that?”

     “Because,” you gently pulled one of his hands to your lips and kissed his knuckles, whispering softly, “I prefer a man with flaws rather than one who is perfect; if they are perfect, they cannot improve, cannot change. Flaws are what makes someone human, Vergil.”

     He shook his head ‘no’ and looked at you with a furrowed brow, “That doesn’t make sense; V was precisely all of my humanity, how could he not have been human?”

     You gave him a soft comforting smile, “Just because something is labeled as one thing doesn’t mean that it fits said category; you are a prime example.”

     “How so?”

     Your smile widened, “One could label you as a fickle evil man, while all I see is a man who was hurting, who needed help and couldn’t find any; someone who acted out of pure emotion. A man who needed to be cared and loved for.”

     Silence fell back over the room as Vergil mulled over his thoughts and shook his head. 

     “But why do you care for me? After everything that I am responsible for causing? Why wouldn’t you want someone free of those sins?” Vergil’s face was that of curiosity but his voice had an underlying sadness.

     You gently placed your palm on his cheek, rubbing it with your thumb, “Because you deserve it. Because I fell in love with Vergil; both halves of you.”

     He scoffed and turned away from you and your palm.

     “I mean it,” you took your other hand and used it to turn his gaze back to you, holding both sides of his face in your hands, “Despite everything, you still deserve to be loved, to be cared about; no matter what. You are a sweet and loving man, Vergil. I wouldn’t trade you for V, for Urizen, even for the world itself. You mean more than anything else ever has to me, my dear. I would follow you to the ends of the Earth if that is what you wished. I could die tomorrow and I wouldn’t regret a single moment spent with you; only that I couldn’t spend more of my time with you.”

     Vergil turned his gaze down a bit, blinking slowly, “That is a dangerous mindset; one that could be taken advantage of, you know that? How do you know that I won’t do so?”

     “I trust you,” you smiled warmly and paused for a moment in thought before smiling wider, “ ‘For Mercy has a human heart, Pity a human face, And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress’.”

     The blue devil smiled and turned his gaze back to you, “Have you forgotten that I am half-devil?”

     “Not in the slightest, in fact,” you squirmed closer to him, placing your forehead against his, “I can hear a loud purring from him.”

     Embarrassment spread across Vergil’s face, “You are hearing things.”

     You decided to ignore his comment, “You know, I like hearing you purr, Vergil. It lets me know that you’re happy, at least to some extent, and that’s all I want; for you to be happy.”

     “With you my love,” Vergil placed a gentle sweet kiss on your lips, “I am in pure bliss.”

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ENDING NOTES: I have been working on a smutty Vergil fic and needed a break so I just wanted something short, cute, and soft. Also for more context: Vergil will never admit it but he sees/saw V as the "better" half of him. Urizen was a powerful brute but that's not what Vergil wants to be; sure he wants power but a warrior without knowledge is worthless in a fight. 💠💠💠 Hope y'all enjoyed reading and thanks for the support! It truly means a lot to me after all the other fandoms I've been in; ones where it is so toxic that I never shared my stories or art, so it's nice to have a kind community like the DMC one ;)))

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Link for song: Our Happy Ending: Buddy Simulator 1984

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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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