#vergil/you

[quiet-saint]

"𝘽𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚"

Pairing: Vergil/Witch!Reader, Vergil/You

Rating: M

Content: +18/mdni!, dub-con, sex pollen, gn but impregnation/breeding kink mentioned. Relationship unspecified. Reminder my blog IS +18.

Summary: Vergil got hit with sex pollen while you and him were on a job. He tries to take care of it on his own but eventually gives up and goes to you for help as he blames you for his situation anyway.

A/n: gave up lost motivation halfway through so it's likely ooc. Did my best to keep it gender neutral. Not very proofread as usual lmfao.

ִ ࣪𖤐

This is all your fault, Vergil thinks to himself as he grips himself tightly in his hand.

If you hadn't called out his name, if you hadn't distracted him, he wouldn't be in this predicament. Although, that's not quite right. You called out as a warning, summoned a gust of wind as Vergil dealt the finishing blow to the desire demon, unaware of the pink cloud descending upon him. Your magic was just a fraction of a second too late, however. That sickeningly sweet pink cloud the desire demon conjured swirled around his head and he caught a mouthful of it before it was carried away by your magic.

You then created a portal, symbols of green light appearing in the air and then swirling to reveal the office area of the dmc. Vergil had stepped through, coughing a little more and clearing his throat as a wave of dizziness overtook him. He had pressed a hand flat over his heart, taking a deep steadying breath. You laid a hand delicately on his shoulder, asking if he was okay, if he can breathe. Your hand on his shoulder left the skin tingling beneath his coat, heat flooding him instantly. "I'm fine." Vergil practically snarled, shrugging you off before heading upstairs to his room where he is now.

He's seated on his armchair, legs spread, curtains drawn most of the way. The top three buttons of his shirt are undone, revealing the damp skin of his clavicle. He's panting, silvery hair disheveled from running his hands through it and tugging at it in frustration. Strands stick to his sweat damp forehead. Vergil is practically trembling as he gives another stroke along his length. Pointless. Every little touch, every stroke did nothing to quell the need within him, his hand only serving to cause pain. Arousal felt like an unquenchable fire at the base of his spine and in his groin, each useless tug of his cock like gasoline.

This is your fault.

Vergil clenches his jaw, eyes shut tight as he takes a shaky inhale, trying to calm himself, to get a grip on his mind and body but he's too far gone now. His head feels heavy, stuffed with dizzying carnality. Vergil tucks himself away in his slacks but doesn't bother to buckle his belt or even close his pants. He stands from his armchair, footsteps uncharacteristically heavy as he crosses his bedroom floor and flings open the door. Vergil staggers down to your room, opening your door to see you seated on the edge of your bed, black leather spellbook in hand.

"Vergil! W-what are yo—"

"This is your fault." Vergil says lowly, almost predatory as he kicks the door closed with the heel of his foot. He stalks over to you, breathing uneven. His cheeks are dusted light pink, hair messy, slacks open and threatening to fall down. Swiftly he plucks the book from your hands, taking in your wide-eyed, doe-like expression. He tosses the book carelessly to the floor. Vergil places a hand on your shoulder and pushes you back onto your bed. You gasp, scrambling higher up on the bed. Vergil climbs on, the mattress dipping with his weight. His movements are sluggish as he crawls up, pushing your knees apart with palms that feel far too warm. Feverish. You look up at him, heart hammering in your chest as you prop yourself up on your elbows. His pupils are blown wide as he comes to kneel between your thighs.

"Your fault. I need you to fix it." Vergil says in a tone bordering on a growl as he leans forward, caging you in against the bed, his hands on either side of your head. You frantically glance him over, taking in the obvious, painful tent in his slacks that are dangerously low on his hips, threatening to fall down his thighs. Arousal surges down your spine to swirl in your gut.

You take a deep breath, your heart feeling like it's about to beat out of your chest, blood rushing in your ears and lower. You press a hand to Vergil's shoulder as you move to sit up, to push him off and grab your spellbook to search for a cleansing spell of some sort. Which is what you were searching for before you were interrupted. "Okay just—"

Vergil gently grips your jaw, turning your head to the side and pressing the back of your skull into the pillows. "Not like that." He purrs. Your hips tilt up just a fraction instinctively, lips parting as your breathing grows labored. Vergil's tongue darts out to lick a long stripe along the side of your neck, slick and hot. Your eyes flutter shut momentarily and Vergil moans deep into the crook of your neck, his hips pressing forward to grind against you. You make a strained sound, your body responding immediately. This... No. You can't go along with this. He's feeling the effects of the desire demon's magic. You need to find a cleansing spell.

Your hands go to Vergil's shoulders, his skin worryingly hot beneath the thin material of his shirt as you attempt to push him away, mumbling a "Vergil you need help." Vergil doesn't budge. He groans and simply grinds his hips as he sucks a mark onto your neck, his tongue darting out to soothe the ache afterward.

"V-vergil!" You yelp as he bites a little sharply. "Quiet." He hisses. "Fix it."

You can't push him off on your own. You could use a spell but you aren't sure you have the concentration necessary to cast it properly. Vergil gives a more insistent press of his hips, a pained sound leaving his mouth. He pulls away and begins pushing off his slacks and briefs, clumsy and rushed, so unlike him. The fabric pools on the floor and he gives a slight sigh as his cock is freed. It's thick and flushed a rosy pink at the tip and leaking steadily as he comes to lean over you once more, burying his face in your neck. Vergil sucks and licks and nips at your throat as his fingers find the waistband of your jeans with trembling fervor. His cock is a heavy, hot weight where it twitches between your legs, precum leaking from his tip and staining the denim of your jeans.

Vergil doesn't unbutton them, just hooks his fingers under the waistband and begins to tug them down along with your underwear. You lift your hips, panting as he all but rips them down. Vergil groans as his hands push your thighs further apart before he hooks his arms under them to pull you closer. Forcing you to be half in his lap with your shoulders pressed against the mattress. You clutch at the blankets and gasp, pulling a bit of the material down with you. Vergil chuckles lowly at the sight.

He brings his trembling hands up to his front, ripping his dark grey button up shirt open easily, buttons falling onto the bed. One even lands on your lower stomach. He makes a lame attempt to push the fabric off but all it does is reveal just a bit more of his left shoulder. He gives up.

Impatient, blinded by painful arousal, Vergil lines himself up with your entrance and begins to press in. You make an embarrassingly high sound in your throat, gasping as your hands come to grasp at his shoulders as he leans forward. His hands resting once more on either side of your head. The stretch with no preparation is a stinging burning ache. A ruined sound falls from your lips as your nails dig into his shoulders. Vergil stills halfway, head hanging, hair damp as he fists the blankets tightly. His breathing is ragged, his eyes shut tightly. He's giving you a moment to adjust, even as his mind is fogged over with lust. You don't know how he manages it.

You stop digging your nails into the heated fevered skin of his shoulders, taking a deep shaking breath. You mumble an okay and Vergil nods slightly and presses forward slowly, sinking his cock fully into you with a low moan. You're so tight, so hot and perfect around him. Vergil feels himself come, cock twitching within your heavenly heat. His release does little to help ease the overwhelming need that's consuming him. In fact he seems unaffected, like he didn't just pump a load into you.

Vergil knows he should give you a little more time to adjust to the stretch but he can't think, can't stop himself as bliss blooms in his gut, molten and irresistible. Vergil sets a sloppy, clumsy rhythm. You cry out, surprised that the angle is actually good with how awkward it felt at first, lower half in his lap while your shoulders are pressed into the mattress.

As uncoordinated as it is, each frantic push of his hips drives you up the bed and closer to release. That familiar dizzying coil of pleasure tightens as you moan beneath him. Vergil keeps fucking you as his hands go to grab your legs, just above the backs of your knees, he pushes your legs up, knees nearly touching your chest as he somehow manages to sink deeper inside you. He's striking that perfect, sensitive spot within you each time and you're whimpering, moaning as Vergil fucks you with an unnatural ferality. The creak of your bed and the sounds of sex fill your small bedroom. You clutch at the blankets, toes curling as that coil of pleasure in your lower stomach snaps. You give a high whine, back arching as your orgasm washes over you.

You shudder and pant and tremble beneath him on the bed. Vergil's head tips back, eyes closed, face contorted in pleasure as he releases inside you a second time with a grunt. Vergil slows his thrusts, savoring the way you flutter and clench around his length but he doesn't stop. He releases his hold on your legs to lean forward and press his lips to yours as he continues rocking in and out of you. Vergil licks impatiently at your lower lip as you whimper from your recent orgasm. He moans as he nips sharply at your bottom lip. He curls and slides his tongue alongside yours, messy, slick and searing. Vergil sucks gently on your tongue and revels in the soft breathy moan you give. When he pulls away a thin string of your mixed saliva snaps, the strand cool as it hits his lower lip and part of his chin.

Vergil, still thrusting into you, slides his shirt off his shoulders, tossing it to the side. The previous two orgasms of his has seemed to clear his head somewhat although he's still driven by primal, overwhelming arousal. He holds your left leg up, pace not as clumsy anymore.

Vergil slides his free hand flat up your tummy, pushing your shirt up to your collarbone to reveal your chest. Vergil then bunches up the material in his fist, using it as leverage to fuck into you. He makes a low, dark sound in the back of his throat as he looks down to where you two are connected, fixated on the thin creamy ring around the base of him.

"I'm going to get you pregnant." He growls, tilting his head back for a moment. His words have you squeezing around him, another orgasm building within you. You moan high and needy and Vergil hisses, the feel catching his attention. "Ah is that what you want?" He says, the corners of his mouth pulling into a smile revealing teeth. You're too cock drunk to answer, eyes slipping shut as you squirm beneath him. "F-fuck!" You cry as he slams his hips into you, punishing and so, so good. A series of high, pathetic sounds tumble from your lips as he pulls another climax from you. Vergil bites his lip harshly as your walls clamp tight around him, milking him. He pulls out nearly all the way before pushing back in and spilling a third time with a low groan.

Vergil keeps your left leg pushed to your chest, keeping you open for him as he doesn't let up. The sheets under you have become messy. Vergil's grip on your shirt tightens, a slight tear can be heard from the fabric, collar stretched out as he uses his hold on your shirt to pull you up a little, forcing you to prop yourself up on your elbows. Tears form in your eyes from overstimulation as Vergil proceeds to chase his high to rid himself of the effects of that desire demon's magic.

He's panting, a bead of sweat forming and sliding down his chest as he thrusts into you. "Oh don't cry. You can take it." Vergil purrs as he's bullying his cock into you, abusing that sensitive spot inside. You shudder and twitch, goosebumps breaking out as you blink back tears. Too much, too good, too perfect. You are helpless to the building need. It's blinding and intense and too soon.

"Vergil." You mewl and it's like music to his ears. The bed is creaking, headboard beginning to knock against the wall as Vergil's movements grow rushed. His eyes are hooded as he looks down at you, cheeks flushed, skin damp, lips reddened from his biting in an effort to keep quiet. He makes a sound an awful lot like a whimper followed by a soft moan as he snaps his hips forward and pulls back. He moans softly again, the sound a little high. This is the first and likely last time you will ever see Vergil so desperate and overwhelmed. He moans again and the needy quality to it has you falling apart on his cock. At your squeezing and fluttering around his thick length Vergil goes quiet for a moment. He gasps as his hips falter before he gives a low guttural groan, painting your walls once more. His cock twitching and pumping inside you. He shudders, breathing shaky.

Still, he continues and you go limp and exhausted beneath him, skin sticky from sweat, body tired. Vergil releases his hold on your leg and shirt in favor of leaning down and sliding his arms under you, one hand tangling in your hair at the back of your head. He's almost cradling you, really. "One more." He murmurs. "Give me one more." You're not quite sure if you have it in you and it doesn't really seem like Vergil cares as he rolls his hips and bites the spot where your neck meets shoulder. You loop your arms around his neck and lock your ankles around his lower back anyway.

You're not sure how he does it, how every shift of his hips it feels like he's rubbing and pressing against that delicious, sensitive spot inside but soon you're moaning weakly, clawing at his back. The sounds he's making swap between low and guttural and soft and pretty. Vergil sucks yet another mark onto your throat, panting against the saliva damp skin there as he moans, the sound sweet as he feels you tighten around him. Vergil keeps one hand tangled in your hair, the other snaking down between you two to bring you to release. "Yes." He says, breathless and low as you come around him. He grunts, presses forward once with a small moan, and then twice, moaning loud and low into your neck as he rocks into you, riding out his orgasm even as you whimper pitifully.

Slowly, Vergil disentangles himself from you, your hands falling back onto the pillow on either side of your head. Vergil kneels between your legs, watches as he pulls out. Creamy white release leaks from your sore abused hole and Vergil feels his lips pull into a slight smile. His gaze travels up your trembling body to admire the marks that litter your throat. Pride blooms in his chest at the sight.

After a moment, “Have I... hurt you?" He asks quietly, pale blue eyes no longer blown wide with lust as he looks you over, the pad of his thumb rubbing the inside of your knee gently.

Exhausted and sore but satisfied, you shake your head. You smile in return, laughter rising in your chest and falling from your lips. Vergil sighs, attempting to sound annoyed but the upward tilt of the corners of his mouth betray him.

"You wanna get cleaned up?" You ask him, and Vergil shakes his head, choosing instead to lay beside you, slinging an arm over your waist and pulling you close. "No. Not yet." He says, sounding almost unsure. “Let's just… stay here a while longer.”

Which is all well with you. You're not sure if you have the energy anyway. You tentatively reach down, slotting your fingers together and giving a gentle squeeze. Vergil hums, lips tugging into a smile. And, because you're a little shit, you ask “were you serious about getting me pregnant?”

“Be quiet.” Vergil grumbles but you catch the slight pink that colors his cheeks.

[midnightkolrath]

Ladies and Gentlemen....I present to you the extended Vergil Iceberg that was put together because Vergil, along with his brother, is often misinterpreted and overlooked in just how deep a character he is

...and I wanted one out there that's expanded from this one out there

Maybe I went abit too deep BUT hey I think I covered everything. :' )

[kaet-draws]

Vergil's still working through some bad habits

Based on this tumblr post :)

[ppan-kyu]

summer bois ☀️

[ryanthel0ser]

HAPPY NERO LOSES DEVIL BRINGER DAYYYY!!!!

go rip your own son's arm off in a pursuit of power to celebrate!

Non-gif version of the second image under cut cause Tumblr died a bit trying to load the gif

[ficmo]

When you turn into a cat

[cupidscrule]

Them <33

[visikonn]

Sparda sibling photo!!

[quiet-saint]

"𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮"

Pairing: Vergil/fem!reader, Vergil Sparda/reader

Warning: +18/mdni!, cockwarming.

Summary: Vergil finds it both endearing and annoying how you seem intent on pressing yourself closer as if trying to become a part of him. He has a solution.

A/n: y'all idek. This was originally intended as a part two to 'Find our way through fever' but it's just a stand alone now lmfao. Also I don't typically write smut like things but this was fun tbh. I'm pleased with it. (If you saw this posted before no you didn't my tumblr was tweakingg)

ִ ࣪𖤐

Frustrating. Pathetic even, how easy simple actions and tenderness from you bleeds into arousal, heat pooling low in his belly. Vergil feels himself grow hard in response to your clinging, your arms holding him tightly to you as you sit in his lap, trying to bring him impossibly closer. Your constant shifting and borderline burrowing isn't helping the growing ache in his slacks.

Simultaneously pleased with your behavior as you cling to him for comfort and irritated at his body's reaction at this simple needy hug, Vergil huffs. His lips pull into a faint amused smile. Not that you can see it with the way your face is buried in his neck, inhaling his scent.

"Are you trying to merge with me?" Vergil says, a teasing lilt to his tone. "Yes." You reply against his neck, lips just barely grazing the skin there. The heat in Vergil's belly grows hotter and he clenches his jaw, left hand resuming its lazy drag up and down your spine. A thought worms its way into his brain. Vergil sighs. "Very well." He says. If being pressed flush against him isn't quite enough to satisfy your need for comfort and closeness, then he supposes he can fill that aching void within you.

Vergil's hands go to your hips, pushing you gently off his lap. You stand before him as he sits in his armchair, your plush pink lips set in a frown. Lips he has yet to kiss. Vergil watches as you shiver. Already missing his body heat. Vergil smirks. "Oh don't look so pitiful." He says lowly.

Calmly, slowly, Vergil reaches down, maintaining eye contact as he unfastens his belt and pulls himself free from his slacks. "You wanted to merge, yes?" He says, grabbing your wrist, his index and middle finger meeting. How delicate you feel in his hold.

You take a half step forward, leg bumping his spread knees as you come to stand between them. Vergil takes a moment to admire the surprise in your expression, your parted lips, the rise and fall of your chest, your wide eyes. "Can't speak?" He teases, voice low. He hums as he releases your wrist. "I need an answer. If your tongue can't work, your actions will have to do the talking for you. Take those off." Your heart is hammering in your chest as you process Vergil's words. Almost comically quick, your thumbs hook in the waistband of your sweatpants and pull them down, hands trembling slightly as you step out of the fabric.

“Don't get too worked up, dear. I've no intention of claiming you tonight." Vergil says, a small crooked smile of amusement on his lips. His words send a dizzying thrill down your spine, arousal blooming in your gut. Your fingers trembling with anticipation go to the waistband of your underwear. Vergil hums once more in contemplation. "Keep those on." He says, a firm command. You reluctantly drop your hands to your sides, eyeing Vergil as he sits in his armchair. The sleeves of his black button up are rolled up just below his elbows, arms resting along the tops of the armrests. Regal and striking. "Come here." Vergil says. Immediately you straddle him, knees resting on either side of his thighs. His hands go to your hips, guiding you to shift a little closer. His cock, thick and impressive, is flushed a pretty pink at the tip between the two of you.

Vergil hooks his thumb along the inner line of your panties and pulls them aside. He clenches his jaw as he brings his middle finger to press slowly inside your tight heat. He is careful not to rub against that spot within you much to your disappointment. Vergil adds a second finger and bites back a groan at the way your walls squeeze around his digits. He works you open, preparing you. Always avoiding your clit and that spot within.

Truthfully, a part of Vergil wants to just pull you down and pump you on his length but no. This isn't about sex. This is for comfort, intimacy. To be closer. He wants that more than sex, needs that more. You do, too.

Satisfied with his preparation, Vergil pulls his fingers out of your heat. Saliva fills his mouth, wanting to wrap his tongue around the slick digits and lick them clean but if he does he fears his control will slip. Vergil brings his fingers to your mouth, watches with rapt attention and dark eyes as you lick his fingers clean. "Good." He murmurs. Vergil brings one hand to your hip, guiding you down as his other hand lines himself up.

Slowly, you sink down, pausing about two-thirds of the way, a small choked noise leaving your lips at the stretch. Vergil pulls you close and you bury your face in his neck, your arms wrapping around him, hands clutching at his back. "A little more. You can take it." Vergil says lowly, his voice a little breathless. Your fingers curl in the fabric of his shirt, wrinkling it as you take him the rest of the way. You whimper into his neck at the stretch, the feeling of being filled.

Ah, there it is. Heaven inside you.

Vergil is thankful your face is hidden in his neck as his eyes nearly roll back as your walls squeeze around him, adjusting to the intrusion. He bites his tongue sharply as he fights the urge to buck up into you. He takes a breath to calm himself, brings his hand to run up and down your back soothingly just as he did earlier. You shift, head full of dizzying want, attempting to rock, gain friction, anything. Vergil's free hand grips your hip firmly, preventing your movement. You whine. "Quiet. Be still." Vergil murmurs, continuing to run his hand up and down your back soothingly.

Eventually you melt against him and Vergil smiles fondly as he strokes your hair. "Perfect." He whispers, tone borderline reverent. This moment is intimate. It's everything. The closest either of you can get. Pressed flush against each other full and enveloped.

"Perfect." You murmur quietly in agreement.

[deadscell]

[hiddencarpet]

It took me like 6 years but i Finally drew this old idea of mine.

"What if Dante and Vergil were born as grubs and changed their forms to human-like only with time?"

[tianhai03]

didnt have the time to do a full finished drawing, but i tried to keep up with my tradition for redrawing the same good bro day drawing ive done for 3 years already :')

(last year's, which also has links to prev years as well)

[cspcrashing]

experimenting with that vergil guy i guess ?

[kusurrone]

[sherbovania]

yall rockin with teto dante or miku vergil⁉️

[aquariasmoon]