#devil may cry Vergil x you

[actuallysaiyan]

22 with Vergillllll pleaseeee

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[dolletro]

Exhaustion

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

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

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

Anyways, please enjoy!

Word count: 1.5+K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hm? You wear your boots without socks?"

"That is not what I said nor implied."

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

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

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

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

"Does the noise bother you?"

"No."

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ficmo]

When you turn into a cat

[cupidscrule]

Them <33

[jellys-compendium]

Vergil NSFW Alphabet

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)

Pairing: Vergil x gn!Reader Cw: smut, mentions of spanking, restrains, edging, penetrative sex, biting, hickeys, and the other things that come with the NSFW alphabet A/n: Yay! Some more love for Vergil. I really enjoyed writing these headcanons for him! I hope you like them too!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

This will depend on where you are in the relationship. If it's really early on I'm going be honest, this man is downright negligent in the aftermath of sex. After he's come down from his high, it's not uncommon for Vergil to just up and leave you to your own devices. You'd be blissfully fucked out, but still left feeling rather lonely, your hand gliding over the cooling bedsheets at your side as you lose yourself in thought. But as the trust between the two of you builds, and Vergil comes to realize how much he cares for you, he starts to stay. His hands smoothing over the expanse of your skin, lingering over the marks he had left in the midst of both your shared passion. At this point you can ask him for anything and Vergil will bring it to you without question. Water, food, a towel? You need only ask.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Vergil's favorite part of you is your eyes. He's enraptured by how beautiful and expressive they are. Vergil is quite fascinated with how your eyes are such clear windows into your heart. He need only capture your gaze to understand what you are thinking or feeling--much to your chagrin. As for himself, Vergil likes his chest. Mainly because it's the perfect fit for you to lay on in the dark hours of the night. The feeling of your fingers brushing along his chest while your heart beats alongside his, secretly warms the half-demon's heart like nothing else.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Vergil's cum is usually quite thick and abundant. He doesn't tend to release very often which leads him to getting fairly pent up. Whether Vergil's coming on you or inside you, expect that there will need to be some cleaning up afterwards.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Not really a dirty secret, but a secret nonetheless. Some days Vergil would prefer to snuggle with you and quietly read or just enjoy your company rather than have sex. It's not that Vergil has a low sex drive or that he doesn't desire you--rather, deep, deep down he feels that those tranquil moments of serene calmness with you are what truly feeds his soul. Sex is one thing, but the way you feel curled against his chest, the soft harmony of your fluttering heartbeat and gentle breaths, how your warmth always manages to seep into every part of him, how calm his heart feels whenever he holds you...it's beyond corporeal, and Vergil finds that those are the moments that heal him the most.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Vergil is not very experienced at all. In fact, he's only ever been "intimate" with one other person, and that was a one night stand. Beyond the surface level "sword goes in sheath", Vergil doesn't really have a clue what he's doing. He's receptive to learning, however he's not so interested in following your lead and instead prefers to experiment. Vergil finds great pleasure in exploring your body and discovering for himself what makes you mewl and your toes curl.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Positions where Vergil can easily exert control over your body are typically his favorite (or at least that's what he claims.). Secretly however, Vergil's favorite position is the cowgirl position. There's just something about watching you grasp at his pecs and shoulders while you whimper and bounce yourself on his cock that makes him feral. It's so intoxicating watching you take his cock inside of you over and over, chest heaving and thighs shuddering as you chant his name, begging for him to touch you more.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

100% serious. Just try to crack a joke in the bedroom. Vergil won't hesitate to leave you high and dry if you start telling jokes while he's trying to make you come.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Vergil's exceptionally well groomed. All the hair on his body is tidy and trimmed to perfection. It's kind of uncanny actually.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Again, this will change depending on what point you are at in your relationship with Vergil. At the beginning you get pretty much zero intimacy. Once you and Vergil share a deep bond though, he becomes really sweet and romantic during sex (even when he's being a little rough with you). Passionate words about how good you make him feel whispered against your lips, sustained and sultry eye contact as he sinks his cock inside you, pampering your face, neck, chest, and hands with worshipping little kisses. The whole nine yards.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Vergil is adamant that he's beyond giving in to carnal lust in such a shameless way. If he's wanting, he will come to you to satisfy his desires. Vergil's tune changes however, if he finds himself away from you. On those lonely nights where his cock sits hot and heavy in his pants, his mind racing with fevered thoughts of you, Vergil finds himself unable to resist touching himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Bet you thought I was going to say BDSM, or restrains, or choking. Nope. Vergil is an audiophile with a fetish for the sounds of sex. The sight of your naked body is arousing enough, but the gentle hitch of your breath when he touches you? The delicious taste of your moans on his lips? The wet squelching of your walls as he eagerly fingers you to climax? The slap of his hips against yours, and the erotic sound of your hot and swollen flesh giving way to envelop and accommodate his own? Vergil is addicted. In fact, Vergil could probably get off just to the sound of your moans alone. He'd go pay hell a second visit before he'd admit that to anyone though.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

This half-demon prefers to have sex in the privacy of your shared bedroom or home. He's not interested in risky public sex or having any accidental onlookers. Vergil's time with you is only for you and himself to enjoy. Outside of the bedroom, Vergil does like to also have you anywhere else that is comfortable. Laying beneath him on the living room sofa on cool, grey, rainy afternoons. Spread out on a blanket next to the fireplace in the study on starless nights. It's quite romantic actually.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Oh, this man is motivated all right. Funnily enough, it actually doesn't take much to turn Vergil on. A suggestive caress or gaze is enough to pique his interest. However, there are certain things that you can do which really drive Vergil wild. Wearing a flimsy bathrobe that barely hides the lacey, baby blue lingerie you've donned beneath? Slyly allowing your hair to fall against his face as you lean over his shoulder, delivering onto him the gentle scent of that lavender and vanilla shampoo you use? Laying naked beneath the covers when he comes to join you for the night? Yep. That'll do it.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Being submissive. Vergil doesn't mind if you are on top, but because of his past trauma, he's not comfortable with relinquishing all of the control over to someone else (even if that someone is you). Vergil always has to see an out in case he needs it. He needs to feel some semblance of control at all times, even when he's being intimate with you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Vergil ultimately prefers to be on the giving end. It gives him such a rush to be able to turn you stupid just from lapping at your sex. He was not particularly talented with oral sex at the start, but by taking note of your reactions, Vergil quickly learned how to make you melt in his mouth. Now, Vergil enjoys going down on you, both for his pleasure and yours.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Sex with Vergil can alternate from fast and rough to slow and sensual depending on both of your moods. If both of you are pent up, or if you've been teasing him too much, prepare to get railed into the mattress. On those nights, Vergil will only show you mercy if you beg for it. On the other hand, Vergil can be slow and sensual when he wants to take his time with you. When he's feeling particularly vulnerable, Vergil likes to show you with his actions rather than his words just how much you mean to him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Vergil's not that interested in quickies. If you try to initiate sex while the both of you are in public, in a time crunch, or in the middle of a complex situation, he will flat out deny you. Vergil wants to take his time whenever he's having sex with you. He wants no interference and no distractions so that he can enjoy you to the fullest.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Vergil does like to experiment on what sensations he can give you using his body, but outside of this he's not that big on taking risks. Public or semi-public sex are huge no goes for him.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

I hope you're prepared because Vergil's stamina seems limitless. He can go multiple rounds, needing very little time to recover between each one. When Vergil is hungry for your touch, you know you're going to be sore in the morning.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Vergil is not the biggest fan of toys. He won't outright forbid you from using them when he's not around, but when the two of you are together, Vergil wants to make you feel good using only his body. Vergil's a bit selfish (and a little possessive) in that he wants to be the only one to make you come.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This man isn't an instigator. Vergil won't tease you unless you start it first--but if you start it? Oh boy. Vergil won't hesitate to restrain your hands, arms and legs, and get to work. Edging you with his fingers and tongue, disciplining you with little punishments in the form of slaps to your ass, hickeys and bite marks along your thighs and neck, driving you so far to the edge that you're shamelessly begging for his cock...

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Vergil is relatively quiet whenever the two of you are having sex. Outside of soft panting and the occasional growl not much falls from this half-demon's lips. However, there are those rare moments where Vergil loses just enough of that control he restrains himself with, and the sweetest little moans will grace your ears.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Vergil loves to bring you gifts. Whether it be books, flowers, jewelry, or little trinkets that he knows you'll appreciate. Vergil isn't very good at expressing his feelings in actions or words, so he tries to compensate with gifts.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Vergil's size is above average. He's thick, long, uncut, and perfect. There isn't a mole or scar that has touched Vergil's skin down there. It's mindboggling, and he's an absolute delight to look at. You have asked him if you could sketch or paint him nude before, to which Vergil's cheeks had flushed pink, and he denied your request outright. Maybe one day you can convince him.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Vergil's sex drive is fairly average overall. He does have his periods of...elevated carnal lust, but outside of those he's about as horny as the next guy.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It depends. If Vergil feels relaxed then he will fall asleep with you fairly quickly after sex. However, if something is plaguing his mind then Vergil finds that he has a difficult time falling sleep (even with your soft, warm body next to him). On those nights, Vergil likes to hold you, stroking your hair as you quietly snore away in his arms. He knows that if he gets up and leaves the bed that you'll wake up, worry, and then follow him so that you can comfort him.

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[nekrosdolly]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

sharing blood is intimate, right?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

[vinnytotherescue]

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

Of course! we love cats in this household!

DMC CHARACTERS X READER: HAVING A PET CAT

Dante Sparda

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

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

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

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

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

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

+this went as far as arguing with the cat itself

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

+"Dante are you jealous of a cat-"

Vergil Sparda

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

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

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

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

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

+But there was one thing that annoyed him the most

+"Danteeee where are you hiding?"

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

Nero Sparda

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh shut up-"

V

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

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

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

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

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

"Let me go grab a blanket-"

"No worries V, KITTYYYYYY"

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

[bloodcasket]

Hiii!! I hope you're doing well!!

If you're feeling up to it, I was just wondering if you'd consider writing something short and sweet about Vergil and reader where the reader sees him with his hair down for the first time and absolutely adores his hair? I saw a mod recently where Vergil's got his hair down, almost like Dante's and it just looks so soft and fluffy!!

CAFUNÉ ⋆ ﾟ☾

PAIRINGS: Vergil Sparda x GN!Reader

WARNINGS: Not exactly proof-read (lightly scanned). Overall fluff. :) Simple talk about Vergil's personal troubles, and his emotions.

DESCRIPTION: Wherein the reader finally sees Vergil with his hair down.

A/N: Thank you for your request love. Hope you're doing well too.🖤🖤

There's something cool and restrained about Vergil whenever you're around him.

A sway of your body near his, and suddenly, he is distancing himself. The flesh of your finger tickles against his, he brushes you off. A flickering of your lashes in his presence, he casts his eyes away, avoiding the tenderness in your gaze.

He never shows you disdain, just uncertainty, maybe, fear. Insecurity. Hesitance.

It's not until he finds you that you're certain. His once pale, porcelain skin, silky and smooth, now battered and pores brandishing purple and blue. Cuts and welts that have now tainted his complexion.

He stands at the center of the doorway, tall and broad, clothes matted with mud and slick with blood. The smell of copper and grime desecrates his body. He takes thoughtful breaths of air, smooth and calculated.

This feels like the first time he's ever looked upon you, asked for guidance with just a flickering plea in his blue eyes. The first time he does not shy away.

Maybe, he's not disgusted. He's just afraid, unsure of what he wants.

"Vergil?" you call out for him, voice wavering, your palm shaking as you still grasp the doorknob. "Come inside". You speak softly, worried.

Thoughts flood your head as he doesn't utter even a single word. Just a gentle hum-you took it as thanks-and a gentle push inside through the door. The buckles on his boots rattling as he takes cautious steps inside.

He's been here before. Inside the comfort of your home, yet he acts cautious, awkward.

He is your lover. But even he, a powerful demon, has yet to learn everything that love can offer. What a home can feel like.

You don't attempt to ask what happened, nor place your hands all over him in hopes it will reassure him. You know it won't, and if anything, it would only irritate him, inflict pain on his pride.

"Vergil..." he doesn't look at you as you speak, head still tilted to the floor, his plush lips parted as he breathes, strands of white hair crusted and slick against his temple, crimson dying his scalp.

Only a shutter in his lengthy fingers as he grips his Yamato by his side, he's listening intently to your words, taking them in. Appraising your sweet tone within himself. Grateful to finally have someone.

"Let's get you cleaned up, hm?".

Just like any other moment with the tall, brooding half-demon, the walk to the bathroom is quiet. You lead him toward the tub, your gaze quickly switching to focus on him. Only soft care is present in the way you look at him, your face asking for permission just with a notion of your silken smile.

"I'm going to get your wounds taken care of, and your clothes clean, is that alright with you?" you ask, catching a glimpse of the way his pupils dilate just at the sight of you standing before him.

"Yes..." the tone he speaks is low and grave, his voice hoarse and almost wounded, as if he had been too choked up to speak anything else.

You're content with his compliance, he wants to be comfortable around you, to let you take care of him.

You bend to fix a tub of warm water for him, filling it with crystalline liquid, your fingers pruning at the tips as you swash aromas around in the tub, filling it with rosemary soap and watching lavender salts melt away beyond the suds. The pooling water is now becoming opaque, mountains of bubbles building.

As you turn, you catch the timorous expression he wears as he peers at himself through the mirrors reflection, white eyebrows furrowed, a line building in-between them. Insecure. Unsure. Doubting. Mouth twitching with condemnation.

"Come", you say with sodden palms open, and he obeys, allowing you to strip him of the pungent clothes he wears, your smile of tenderness never dissipating as you toss the dirty assortment into the hamper and guide his tall form into the steaming water.

He sinks into the floral water, a groan hitched in the back of his throat as his back eases with the scorching heat beating into his muscles.

"Feels better already, doesn't it?" your voice is airy, reassuring. He doesn't respond, you didn't expect him to.

You topple amounts of shampoo between your delicate fingertips, bringing it to the roots of his hair and lathering the product along his snowy scalp.

You scrub until the red and black become foamy, you scrub until Vergil purrs in delight.

It's with this, that you realize, he is nothing short of ethereal. Your first time he is so vulnerable enough to present himself to you.

With the water rinsing away the foam, his hair is like a glistening pearl, his natural glossy white untainted, cleansed from your devotion.

Unlike his brother, Vergil preferred to keep himself refined and tidy. It was rare when you saw Vergil showing skin, or speaking too hysterically. Or letting his hair fall loose the way it did now. Cascading over his white eyelashes, his lips relaxed and his expression tranquil. Pleased with you. Jubilant with your very existence.

"You are beautiful..." you speak with a grin, your nails curving into his hair, curious fingertips feeling the soft and silky thickness. You didn't lie. It was no hoax. This, was true. He was an art piece.

Long, once slicked back strands now stick against his face, straight and shiny along the structure of his cheekbones.

"This is my first time seeing your hair like this" a gentle whisper of admiration is heard from your lips. "Would it be selfish of me to wish to see it more often?".

Your demon lover grunts in response, blue eyes opening to stare you down. "Don't get your hopes up", his voice is lax, smooth and nonchalant, his large palm reaches up to press lightly into your wrist, dragging your palm until it rests on his cheek. "It is not guaranteed to happen". Your thumb rubs caresses of worship there, soft eyes filled to the brim with adoration, soaking in this image.

"Thank you", he speaks afterwards, nuzzling into your touch. This time, he will allow it.

"Thank you", he repeats, over and over, until every wound and laceration is treated. "Thank you", until every bruise is kissed.

It's not later on into the night that he joins you for rest, he had insisted on a moment of peace, a moment of privacy. You had no problem obliging.

When you wake the next morning with a tickling sensation crossing your temples, you open your once sealed eyes, corners crusted with sleep. Eyes now adjusting to the light, you take in your sleeping lover before you. His arms are wrapped comfortably around you, ensuring that you are pressed against the broadness of his chest.

Hair is still free, soft and puffy, cascading wonderfully down the structure of his glowing face. Strands caught between the plushness of his pink lips. He hadn't slicked it back yet.

Nights pass, and it remains. Long hair is kept as a special gift for you, neverending.

[xo2dee]

ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ᴍᴀʏ ᴄʀʏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

ʟᴇᴛ'ꜱ ᴍᴏᴄᴋ, ʙᴀʙʏ

♱ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Vergil x Reader

♱ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: None

♱ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1971

♱ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: In which you learn that Dante can mimic his twin that it's almost scary, so naturally you want to know if Vergil is able to as well.

♱ ᴀ/ɴ: sometimes i giggle thinking about how vergil does the same exact dorky shit dante does, thus this was born

♱ twitter - ao3

“And why not?”

“I said no.”

“We’re alone, just once.”

“No.”

“I don't like you.”

“…”

You didn’t expect to get a response after that one, especially when he practically turned his back to you on the bed and dug his nose deeper in the book. You let go of his arm and fell back into the many pillows with a loud sigh, hoping he got the memo it made you upset – you weren’t really upset, you just liked teasing him. When he didn’t spare as much as a glance to you, you turned your gaze to the ceiling and pouted.

What were you annoying your surly lover about currently? Well…

It had all started earlier in the day, Dante and Vergil were getting along remarkably well until one made a remark about the other’s hair, out of absolute nowhere. Dante had told his elder twin that he looked like ‘Beethoven with that receding ass hairline’ and Vergil being his calm self had gotten pissy about that remark – you knew if it was one thing he hated, it was insults about his hair – and spouted off into some words you didn’t even know existed insulting at his younger twin. Vergil was a tranquil fury, often using words before he full-on threatened people with just so much as unsheathing the Yamato, and somehow it had almost gotten to them duking it out in a sword fight in the lobby again if you hadn’t walked in.

After sitting on the couch with your half-demon in attempts to diffuse the situation, they started again, though that time was something you had never expected. Dante had been flicking his hair and fiddling with it and muttering about how he needed a haircut when he pushed it back on his head. The slicked back style was nearly identical to Vergil’s and it fascinated you how they could look so different with opposite hairstyles, yet the exact same when wearing the exact same style. You had been glancing back to and from them both a little too obviously and had caught Dante’s attention, and he grinned.

Oh God.

He stood up from behind his desk then, and you noticed Vergil cut a glance to him quickly before going back to reading, leisurely walking over to stand near you two as he cleared his throat and pushed his hair back to sit more securely on his head. Then, he spoke and…

“Foolishness, Dante, foolishness. Is being a prick all you can do?”

Your jaw had unlocked a choked laugh leaving you before trying to cover it up with a cough, not just because Dante was purposely trying to rile up his twin again, but the frightening way Dante had mimicked him. It was uncanny, down to the nasal tone of his voice and the colorful insults he always came up with. How was that even possible? Was it because they were twins? No, they didn’t have the same voice at all. Maybe it was the demon blood in them, granting them abilities that might’ve been useless in retrospect but made for great talents. Either way, you were floored, and a little creeped out that Dante managed to sound exactly like him.

If Dante can do it, then…

Vergil’s book snapped shut. You were bracing yourself.

He rose then, probably more angry than he looked, and his hand was already making forth for the Yamato, “You dare mock me?”

At times you wondered how they were even brothers, but the way they fought over the pettiest shit really sold it. Especially when Dante’s response was parroting him back in the exact voice, “You dare mock me?”

“Oh my God.”

You had stopped it then, knowing Vergil was point five away from shish-kabobbing Dante with his sword, dragging your lover away to your shared bedroom as Dante cackled – disturbingly in Vergil’s voice – to keep them from blasting a hole in the walls again or throwing the other one through the ceiling again. After all that and Vergil seemingly calm – ??? – Dante left declaring he was getting pizza and that left you two alone in the shop, and that’s when you started.

You wanted to hear it, you wanted to hear Vergil speak like Dante. It didn’t have to be the same exact tone – that’d probably traumatize you – you just wanted to hear him say one of the catchphrases Dante did; it’d be funnier in his voice anyway. You had heard on more than one occasion Vergil say ‘Jackpot’, no matter how many times he grouched about how he didn’t say it. Yeah, okay bub, he could tell himself that but you distinctly remember hearing him saying it once and when he turned to see you standing there, he had puffed up like a rooster and stalked off. He was so cute when he was embarrassed.

You followed him around for a while after, literally waddling behind on his heels and holding onto one of his belt loops whenever he’d try to escape you. He knew you wanted something, and it was something he didn’t want so he was ignoring you, not because he was being an asshole to you, but because his sixth sense was tingling whenever he knew you or Dante were plotting. You tried to ease him into it but the man was about as stiff as a board and only threw you disgusted glances and ‘No’s.

That left you both currently in your bed as nighttime rolled in. Dante hadn’t returned and you knew he’d maybe only do it for you if he couldn’t hear him, so you would take intervals in asking him to do it, your latest blowing as well. If you had guessed, Vergil probably thought himself above using Dante vocabulary, and he was probably miffed that you had laughed too.

You looked at the back of his head; normally he let his hair down for bed, though it was still in its usual get-up and you were probably the reason for that. He certainly knew how to hold grudges. You sighed and rolled over to face his back, “Look I said I was sorry for laughing, it just caught me off guard. I didn’t know he could do that, and I just wanted to know if you could too.”

Vergil’s back moved in a deep breath with a sigh, shutting his book as he rolled onto his back, “Why do you want to know so badly?”

Truthfully, you wanted to hear Vergil say ‘Hey, babe’, but you weren’t about to vouch that to him. “It’s interesting,” was your response.

His silvery eyes peered over at you then, “’Interesting’?”

You propped yourself up on your elbow, “I’m being serious, I’ve never seen twins do that, or anyone for that matter. It’s kind of weird if you think about it… Dante could pretend to be you.” His expression was nothing but offended, so you reiterated, “You know what I mean, and I know if Dante of all people can do it, than you can too.” Maybe if you stroked his ego a little bit, he’d give in.

It didn’t work. “I know what you’re doing.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

Vergil’s side eyes were godly, you don’t think anyone could replicate them, and you gave a sheepish grin at his glare. He sighed then, pinching the bridge of his nose, “You are insufferable.”

“Is that a no?”

You didn’t get an answer, only him closing his eyes to signify he was done with the conversation. You were not giving in though; you would hear him speak like Dante even if you had to beat it out of him – figuratively of course, you didn’t want to start a play fight and somehow get a long ass lesson of combat again. You had to change tactics, perhaps reverse psychology…

You gave a dramatic sigh, watching as he peeked a little when you flopped onto your back as well, and wistfully stared at the ceiling, “Maybe I was wrong then, maybe the great, big, bad Vergil lacks in one thing that Dante can better him in. A shame really.”

He was sitting up then and you almost laughed. His hair was beginning to fall from its grace as he glared down at you, “I do not lack in anything.”

You hummed, “Oh? You have to prove it, babe. If you don’t, I’ll just have to assume Dante’s up one point and better than you at something.” Hitting his ego seemed to always favor out than stroking it you figured out.

Vergil: 6

You: 4

His face twisted into a grimace and you didn’t have time to think about how he was probably insulted that you thought Dante was better than him. What a doof of a man, he was too easy to rile up sometimes. His jaw clenched and teeth pushing together he hissed at you, “What do you want.”

You sat up quicker than he probably expected and sat crisscross applesauce in front of him, “Just say something he says, you don’t have to do the voice, though you get Brownie Points if you do mimic his voice.” ‘Brownie Points’ being… you didn’t want to elaborate on that, Vergil was already feral.

The half-demon’s eyebrow rose considering your offer and he stared at you for a few moments before the loudest sigh you had ever heard fell out of him. He almost seemed melancholy as he rose his arms and used his hands to push his hair into his face, brushing it away from his face some to resemble his kin (though looking at him reminded you of the time you saw a picture of Nero with longer hair and you almost fell out of your seat on how much father and son looked alike).

You were nearly bouncing on the bed as he cleared his throat, trying to lower his voice into Dante’s and when he started looking like he was about to throw up it took all willpower you had not to laugh. He was silent for a few moments and then he opened and closed his mouth a couple times. The tension and suspense was killing you and you had half a mind to tell him to hurry up, though when he opened his mouth, nothing prepared you for what came out.

“Hey, babe, the name’s Dante and I’m here to party hard. Let’s rock, baby.”

“…”

“…”

…

Ew.

“That was… gross... and disturbing.”

He glared, the immediate Vergil back at your words, “You got what you wanted now leave me be,” he pushed his hair back on top his head and laid back on the bed facing away. He was embarrassed, how adorable.

You laid back down as well, trying to desperately just process what had happened. He had done it spot on just like his brother albeit his face was… horribly deadpan and in that expression he normally wore. But those words coming out of his mouth… and if he had said it in his own voice…

The first noise that escaped you was just air blowing through your nostrils. After that…

Vergil sighed when your own body began to shake the bed as you laughed, turning to look at you from over his shoulder, “Stop.”

“You... you said, ‘Let’s rock, baby’. I can’t breathe, who says that?”

“Dante.”

“Oh my God, please don’t ever do that again, it was so scary.”

“With pleasure, and I expect my reward in the near future.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’ll get your hanky panky.”

Once you had calmed down enough and he turned the light off for bed, you snuggled up with your arms around his bicep, a contented smile on your face, “Night, handsome.”

It was silent for a few moments and you thought he’d fallen back asleep until –

“Goodnight, babe.”

“STOP.”

[icedlava1]

I like thinking of random ways Vergil and Nero’s mom got together. this is one of them Lmaoo

[devilmayfamily]

Can I request a shy S/O who has a crush on Vergil/Dante/V and they draw the boys secretly in their sketchbook with little notes like "saw him in those dark blue jeans again he's so beautiful" or "how do I tell him I love him?" etc. The boys stumble upon this and they're so flattered they blush to their chest.

Why is this literally me lol. Hope you enjoy!

Dante

Your sketchbook was filled with sketches of him mostly during training since it was the only time his focus couldn't ver towards you at any given moment

You've indirectly gotten better at drawing action poses and the male torso because of this and the fact that this man goes full Grey Fullbuster and takes off his shirt to train

The other time you're able to draw him is when he's asleep, a magazine covering his face

One particular position you found him laying in had you write a note of "Idk how he's sleeping like this" next to the sketch of it.

Dante has noticed you with this sketchbook and hadn't thought anything of it until he realized he never sees you drawing him in it

His curiosity got the better of him one day and decides to take a look while you left it unattended.

The first few pages were as he expected, sketches of Shadow when she was around, the girls of the team, and even some of the orphanage kids playing from when you would visit Nero and Kyrie

Towards the middle of the book, he found all the sketches of him you'd been hiding

He looks over every single one and reads all the little notes you've left behind

He finds the whole idea of you sketching him cute and endearing

Seeing a particular sketch of him asleep, face facing you, with the note "He looks like he gives nice cuddles" has his face a flame, red tracing all the way down his neck

You drew this scared up man so soft, it was like he was looking at someone else

Vergil

You find going unnoticed by Vergil to be easy

He's always either reading or beating up Dante when not on missions

Vergil finds your sketchbook when he mistakes it for his collection of poems on a particularly sleepy morning

Opening it, he's taken back by all the drawings

It's obvious you have some skill

As he turns the page, he finds an entire spread dedicated to him reading

At the very bottom of the page it reads "he's always reading this thing, i wonder what secrets it holds"

Vergil softly smiles, a faint heat resting across his cheeks wondering if he could share a piece of himself with someone again

He was ready, wasn't he?

Flipping the page he finds a spread dedicated to him cooking, fighting, even simply being dressed up in a suit

"I'll admit, he's sexy in a suit"

Vergil's face sets a flame, the man shutting the sketchbook and replacing it finally with his poems

You become curious by the new sets of suits in the coming days but never complain

V

Griffon stole the sketchbook when you left it unattended

He scolds the bird for digging in your private processions but with a little coaxing from Griffon he looks inside

He's not surprised to see sketches of Shadow and Griffon, the bird boasting about how good he looked

As he turns the page, Griffon teases him for the bright pink blush that spreads across his face upon seeing sketches of himself

"My beautiful muse" is written in a beautiful cursive next to a sketch of V smiling

He flips the page expecting to find something different but it's more drawings of him

"May he ever know how he sets my heart a burning"

V can't help but adore you right then

He smiles, closing the sketchbook as you approach

He looks up to you, his smile causing one to spread across your own face

Griffon makes some comment about leaving you two to it before disappearing

[actuallysaiyan]

Magic Feeling(Virgin!Vergil x Fem!Reader)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And you make me a better woman,”

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

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Screenshot redraw of this render by ChaotikaP on twitter 🤍

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DMC Men in Relationships (SFW)

Dante ☆A playful lover ☆He’s cocky and wants someone who can keep up with him ☆Adventurous dates are big with him always switching between showing off and making sure nothing ever happens to you ☆Very classic will carry you over puddles kind of guy ☆You’ll tease him when he falls into stereotypes ☆He’ll play it off like nothing happened ☆Dante is a player who has finally found the one he’s going to do everything he can to keep you there ☆Rainy days are special that’s when he gets to take a day to stay in with you cuddled up on the couch ☆You two spend those days watching movies and being close ☆He feels like all of his struggles in life are worth it now that he has you

Vergil ☆Vergil cares about you deeply but doesn’t show it in an obvious way ☆He does not mess around and he wants to make sure things work so that you are both happy ☆Dates with Vergil are thought out ☆His love for you shines through with the carefully planned trip to a small bookshop that happens to be next to a tea shop ☆Not too big on pet names but will refer to you as his angel you make him feel safe like he can finally rest ☆Vergil has a lot of knowledge that he wants to share with you ☆You learn from him and he learns from you ☆He enjoys hearing your thoughts on the world ☆Absolutely fascinated with how you see things so differently from him ☆He wants to keep you by his side and never let you go

Nero ☆This man is new to the whole relationship game ☆While he’s unsure at times he makes up for that ☆Like his father, he loves to listen to you ☆Nero may not know everything but he can understand where you’re coming from and makes sure he’s there to support you ☆Dates with him are chill but cute ☆For one of your first dates, he takes you to a park where he’s done his best to surprise you with a picnic ☆He puts effort in but it’s not always perfect ☆Very easily flustered ☆Does not matter how long you’ve been together ☆Will blush when you catch him staring at you ☆You are his everything ☆Everything he does in his day is with you in mind ☆He keeps a small picture of you somewhere on him ☆Frequently has to replace it because of all the action ☆But it’s the thought that counts ☆Nero wants to show his love for you 24/7

Author's Note: Thank you for all of the support! I did not expect anyone to be as kind as you all have been BEFORE I even made a post! I hope you guys will enjoy this one and there are plenty more in the works. <3<3<3

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Tying the Knot

A Vergil x f!Reader Oneshot

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)

Summary: To many, Vergil's demonic form is frightening. But to you, it's just as adorable and endearing as the man that lies beneath. Cw: smut, fluff, tender sex, monster sex, knotting, cockwarming, stuffing, teasing, Vergil is touch starved but he will never admit it, Reader is mute, non-traditional 'marriage' proposal Word Count: 1'684 A/n: The saga of fluffy writing for Vergil continues.

The content purr thrumming in Vergil’s chest is so soothing. It’s deep and blissful, lulling your own body to relax and melt into the heat of his own.

Your hands gently caress over Vergil’s body, your soft pliant flesh tracing the jagged and unyielding plates that lie beneath. Vergil’s appearance in this form is formidable, even frightening. But the tender way in which he cradles you in his claws has you softly cooing his praises and pampering his chin and teeth with soft, little pink lipped kisses.

Each and every single one of Vergil’s movements is careful. They are calculated and precisely timed. The hide of his devilish body is strong and sharp in most places, and he knows that with one wrong move he can slice open your fragile flesh with ease. 

So, Vergil tempers the wanting. You can feel the itching burn of his hunger twitch beneath the muscles on his body. The passion and desire that swirls and swims through his veins is like an expertly crafted wine—potent and powerful. But Vergil’s will proves to be the victor. He won’t risk harming you in a fleeting moment of carnal lust. 

Still, that doesn’t mean that you’re impervious to impatience.

Gently wiggling your body beneath his, your pussy clenches, and you silently groan, drawing in breath as the engorged and throbbing knot inside you presses harder against your g-spot.

Vergil tenses, a warning little growl catches in his exhaled breath as his grip on your hips tightens.

“Be still.” His words are strained, but his tone is soft and gentle even with its demonic trill. 

You smile, a wordless “sorry” in your eyes as your lips press into a thin line. The giggle you try to suppress writhes in your chest, and Vergil feels it. If he could frown in this form, you imagine that he would.

“You’re laughing.” He accuses.

Being cradled by the pillow, you shake your head as best you can. But the voiceless dance of air that tumbles past your smiling lips betrays you.

 ‘Sorry.’ You sign. ‘Just a little impatient for the next round.’

Vergil sighs, and you hear shifting along the sheets. A gentle pressure circles around your waist, and you look down to see that the culprit is Vergil’s tail.

“Insatiable little succubus, aren’t you?”

You smile, pressing another little kiss to where you imagine his nose might be if he were in his human form.

‘Look who’s talking. It better not be the demon who’s locked his cock inside me for the third time tonight.’

Vergil snorts, rolling his glowing blue eyes at your response. You reach up to spoil him with more kisses all while running your hands over his wings, his back, his horns. Vergil’s hypnotic purring gets louder with each part of him you worship.

He really does love to be touched. By you, specifically. Every time your fingers seek him out, he’s always leaning his body towards yours. If the two of you are in the company of others it’s quite subtle, but the moment it's just you and him behind closed doors, it becomes so adorably obvious.

Like a cat, Vergil basks in the softness of your touch, arching against your fingers while pulling you deeper into his embrace. And while Vergil still does retain his stiff and standoffish demeanor most of the time (even with you), it’s tender little moments like this where you can peer behind the curtain and bask in the gentle warmth of his tender heart. He really is a big sensitive softy. With the soul of a poet to boot.

“Have you had your fun?” Vergil’s mouth opens and his long blue tongue slides out from between his sharp fangs to tenderly lap at your cheek.

Exhaling wistfully your own satisfaction, you nod.

‘I have. But I won’t object to one more round.’

Vergil’s amused chuckle fills the air as your brows wiggle. Your teasing fingers make their way down to the place where the two of you are connected. As you touch him, the comforting purr in Vergil’s chest intensifies—the vibrations traveling all the way down to where he has you knotted. 

Your jaw slacks as a spark of pleasure ignites a new fire in your core. With hips arching further up to grind yourself against him, you bite your lip before pulling your hand back to massage your neglected clit.

Vergil growls, eyes fixating on where your fingers toy. 

Then abruptly, the half-demon ends your play. With a heavy groan Vergil takes both your hands into his own, entwining your fingers as he brings them to his mouth, licking the remnants of both of your fluids from your digits.

His sigh of rapture sends another pang of heat flowing through you. And when Vergil looks at you, the demonic glow of his eyes holds within them all the tenderness in the world.

“You are so precious to me.”

Vergil’s words are so soft—whisper quiet—like they are a secret to the very air itself. But to you they may as well have been screamed in your ear. Your eyes widen and your heart nearly stops in your chest as Vergil looks down at you. There is the slightest tremor to his breaths now.

Then his hands release yours and using the words you had taught him, he clumsily signs.

‘Stay here with me.’

Then, he points to his heart.

You’re dumbfounded, staring at the half-demon above you with utter awe as your heart and mind tries to process what you had just seen. Vergil stares silently back at you, patient as he allows you to ponder your response. He never rushes you. He is never demanding of the beautiful words you craft into the air.

But you find yourself rushing at this moment. Rushing to tell him exactly how you feel. Neither you nor Vergil had been very good at communicating your feelings in life, but now —in this private little moment—it feels totally effortless.

Happy little tears spring in your eyes, and you smile, reaching up to wipe them away with one hand as you sign with the other.

‘Always.’

And Vergil purrs happily, leaning down to take you in his arms. You wrap him in your embrace too, pressing kisses to his face. But your pampering is cut short, as Vergil takes hold of your waist and shifts his hips away, slowly pulling and popping his knot out of you.

A pathetic little whine escapes your throat as Vergil pulls out. Losing the feeling of his hot cock throbbing inside you makes you feel so lonely and empty. 

“Shhh,” Vergil hushes, clawed fingers moving down to capture and cup your ass. You gasp as Vergil hoists you up, placing you prettily upright and in the crux of his lap, dangling you just above the glistening cock still covered in your arousal and his cum.

Gosh, he’s still so hard and throbbing like he hadn’t just spent the last ten minutes nestled deep inside you.

Lowering you down gently, the head of Vergil’s cock presses against your swollen folds, then strokes from your clit to your entrance. 

Your hands land upon his shoulders, steadying yourself as you sigh and peg him with a pleading look.

‘Please. Don’t tease me.’ You mouth.

Vergil nods, nestling his cockhead at your twitching entrance. He pauses for a heartbeat, then two, before he slowly slides you all the way down to his knot.

You gasp in pleasure as you’re filled anew, pressing your lips to his teeth as you melt into his arms. Vergil hums, snaking that long demonic tongue into your awaiting mouth with rapture—the only way the two of you can kiss while he is in this form.

You suck on his tongue, relishing in his taste and how he trembles as you clench your pussy around his cock. Coaxing him and milking him, grinding against him as you beg him with each sensual movement of your body.

And Vergil is more than eager to oblige.

The thrusting starts slow as Vergil eases himself in and out of your sopping pussy. There’s not an ounce of hurry in his movements. Instead, he frees his tongue from your mouth and moans—the demonic trill he releases sending shivers all along your skin as he savors every fleshy inch of your insides with his cock.

“So sweet,” Vergil softly pants. “No matter how many times…”

You want to tell him that you feel the same way, but your hands are currently busy gripping for dear life against his armored shoulders. So instead, you press a tender little kiss to his forehead, and Vergil understands.

The two of you writhe and thrust and pant, clutching one another with loving and desperate hands as Vergil pounds into your cunt. The wet slap of your skin against his and the desperate little breathless sounds from both of your mouths send the two of you into a frenzy. Rutting against the other as you both seek that blissful release.

It’s not long before you’re coming on Vergil’s cock, and he groans with pleasure, stilling as your pussy pulses and grips his monstrous girth like a vice.

“Let me knot you,” Vergil gasps, voice strained as he fights off his own climax. 

“Please.”

You nod desperately, tears of pleasure staining your lashes as you work yourself down on his knot, trying to take it yourself but knowing that you’ll need his help to do so.

And with one forceful push, Vergil stuffs his knot inside you, tearing a voiceless cry from your throat as you wrap your arms around his neck—both of your bodies quivering as Vergil fills you to the brim and then some.

Vergil moans softly as he succumbs to his own pleasure, holding you tight as he pumps you full of his cum. He wishes that he could stay right here, inside you and on this bed forever. But Vergil has lived long enough to know that such moments are fleeting, and to savour every second while he can.

He’ll treasure you—his little muse—until the day that he dies.

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