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that-gay-guy-from-hell · 8 months

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

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

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

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

INSPIRED BY:

A Doppelganger's Projection--By: DevilSwordVergil

Devil's Advocate--By: LadyMuzzMuzz

These are both super cute and I love them ngl

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

Today was no exception.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The blue devil chirped in affirmation.

"Why?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Speak then.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that your version of a confession?”

Unable to look at him, you nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You gave a small grin, “Of course.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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palebloodcvrse · 1 year

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Baking with the DMC V boys

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

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

Dante

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Vergil

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

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

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

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

The cake ends up being too pretty to eat

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

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

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

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

Nero

Overmixes the batter because hes tense

Kinda scatterbrained, will forget to preheat the oven sometimes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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issacballsac · 1 year

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“Attempting to be Friends with Vergil Sparda„

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

Origins | DMC3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gives you the MEANEST side eye

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

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

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

Bonding

Me when might controls everything 🫦

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

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

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

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

Especially if ur a person that likes to go on rants

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

New to friendship and sees everything as a transaction

You give me this and I give you that typa thing

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

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

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

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

Daily

Doesn’t celebrate his birthday

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

So no surprise parties please🫶

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

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

A very dramatic mf

Always makes dramatic entrances no matter where he goes

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

Baby let ur hair down🫦

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

I NEED MORE POWER

Spars with you bc luckily you can regenerate

Infinite punching bag

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shut up!”

He loves you, I promise.

Talks shit abt Dante, lovingly ofc

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

Y’all would prob live together

And they were roommates 😨

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

“Nero is my son?”

“You have a son?”

“I didn’t know..”

“How did you not know?”

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

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

Honestly I think he can cook

More of a baker methinks

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

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

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actuallysaiyan · 2 years

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Birthday Cake(Multifandom headcanons)

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

word count: 2.4k

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

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

Rufus

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Vegeta

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Vergil

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

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

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

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

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

He grunts, “So good…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sephiroth

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, I’m all yours.”

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

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

#bacon.writes #rufus shinra smut #rufus shinra x female reader #vegeta x fem!reader #vegeta x y/n #vegeta x reader #vergil x fem!reader #vergil x y/n #vergil x reader #sephiroth x reader #sephiroth x y/n #dragon ball z #ff7 x reader #ff7 #dmc smut #devil may cry

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rodeoxqueen · 1 year

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Can I have a sequal 2 da Dante x Reader birth to his darughter…. Lik what he iz lik after his daughter iz b0rn and what his wife (y/n) is like

Sure thing.

-Rodeo.

Loves his daughter. Loves her very much.

Definitely extremely protective over her since he is the infamous son of Sparda and she the granddaughter.

Sings her old bar tunes from his younger more degenerate years.

Definitely gets a little more serious when he has his daughter but only because he’s terrified of anything happening to her.

Picks up little trinkets for her.

When she was younger and teething she’d cry over sore gums and Dante would slip her a crust of pizza to gum away at when you weren’t looking.

He sucks at cooking but he can make simple things for her.

Dante would love his wife like it was his first time ever seeing her every day.

Becomes very domestic.

Will wake up later than the two of you in the mornings but makes it his job to scoop the two of you up once he makes it to the kitchen where you’re making breakfast.

His daughter will have a phase where she is disgusted by how deeply in love the two of you are. She also thought your real name was either babe or sugar for a while.

He’s got trauma from his childhood and how abruptly it ended so he’ll never want his little girl to grow up too fast. He tries to keep the ugliness of the world away from her as much as he can.

Dante’s daughter will sneak away from curfew to join her old man on missions and eventually Dante realizes he can’t keep her away from his bounty hunter life.

His wife, oh his wife.

He loves wearing his ring. A simple silver band with your name engraved.

His wife would have to be very nurturing but tough. He wouldn’t put a woman through his life unless he knew she could handle it.

He likely wouldn’t trust a civilian and would probably prefer a woman who also knew of the demon world and how to eradicate her weight in devils.

However, the two of you quickly fall into domestic life together, especially with the child.

You’d be understanding when he came home too late but his daughter is very much a daddy’s girl and would jump for joy at his return.

Drinks in front of his daughter and when she’s older she’ll make fun of him or steal his handles when she has her friends over.

Wants to be a cool dad but knows kids these days aren’t as easily impressed as they used to be.

His wife definitely grounds Dante from going too low and shooting too high. He struggles with both.

He really needs a ride or die but please don’t die. His worst fear is ending up like his mother in that sense where he’ll have to raise your daughter alone. ;(.

Once puberty happens and all of a sudden daddy’s girl doesn’t want to be near him at all and is always rolling her eyes, he’s devastated. He’s just glad she has a good relationship with you at least during that era so he at least can hear how she’s doing from a second source.

“No please not the teenage angst. She gets it from me.”

Will blow his top if he catches her being disrespectful to you.

His daughter after a terrible fight will find him later with a bourbon in hand and a photo book of her baby photos. He asks her to sit down and tells her-

“I know things aren’t very good between us right now but if anything, anything happened to you…I wouldn’t know what to do.”

A little goes a long way and the two are quick to go back to being close.

Will spend money he doesn’t have on her. She would be spoiled if you as her mother didn’t set boundaries.

Won’t take it easy on her sparring wise since she’s a quarter demon and needs to know how to strut her trigger when she needs it. The tough love pays off.

All in all, Dante desperately wants to be a good father and be present at everything. He’ll want to involve himself in everything she’s up to and is willing to invite him to.

Most likely, he’ll find himself extremely happy in this new family of his, of strong loving women who take no shit.

Please let Dante settle down and be happy Capcom I ain’t gonna keep begging.

#devil may cry #dante x reader #devil may cry headcanons #dante #dmc5 #devil may cry imagines #dante imagines #dante headcanons #daddy dante #female reader

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naokimi · 1 year

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So much tenderness 🖤

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

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noxturnalmoth · 2 years

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The Great Masterlist

Request details

Alice in Borderland:

Shuntarô Chishiya:

Scalpels and Paintbrushes masterlist (story, ongoing)

Ann Rizuna:

Hikari Kuina:

Genshin Impact:

Rosaria:

Dehya:

Beidou:

Raiden Ei:

Kuki Shinobu:

Ganyu:

Yanfei:

Shenhe:

Cyno:

Kunikuzushi/ Wanderer:

Al Haitham:

Tighnari:

Ajax/ Childe/ Tartaglia:

Zhongli:

Kazuha:

Ayato Kamisato:

Itto Arataki:

Dainsleif:

DOOM (2016)/ DOOM Eternal (2020):

Flynn Taggart a.k.a Doomslayer:

Final Fantasy VII:

Sephiroth:

Cloud Strife:

Reno:

Zack Fair:

Tifa Lockheart:

Aerith Gainsborough:

Devil May Cry:

Lady Arkham: Trish:

Nicoletta Goldstein a.k.a Nico:

Vergil Sparda: Dante Sparda:

OCs:

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reaperreaps · 2 years

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Rules For Yandere Masterlists And Stories

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Sup everyone, I want to make a few things clear before I post any of my materlists or anything for that matter.

Please note that I'm not trying to be mean, rude or offensive to anyone here. I have my reasons for why many of the rules exist below and I hope you guys can understand that.

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1. Any Masterlist or story marked as 18+ is off limits to anyone underage. If I find out you're reading any of my 18+ stuff and you're underage, you're getting blocked.

I don't care if you think you'll be able to handle it. I don't care if you have read or seen worse, if I somehow find out by any means you're under the age of 18 and have been reading my 18+ stuff, you will be immediately blocked.

You're free to read any of the other Yandere Masterlists or stories that don't have the 18+ mark. There will be plenty enough of those for you to enjoy.

Here's a very simple and easily understandable example:

(Masterlist 18+) Not allowed to read if you are under the age of 18. Minors do not interact or you will be blocked.

(Masterlist) No 18+ mark means you're allowed to read whether or not you are 18. You won't be blocked.

It's as simple as that.

If you're currently following me or are planning to then please have you're age stated on your bio. I will have to block you if you don't.

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2. Yes I do take requests and the reader can be any gender.

Request aren't open right now but I will eventually announce when they are. I just wanna get all my stories and masterlist out first.

Here are the rules for requesting:

1. You may request anonymously just please make sure to state your age as I want to make sure no one underage is trying to ask for +18 stuff. I refuse to take a request if I don't know the age, sorry but I just want to be careful.

2. You can decide how you want a oneshot to be written by giving me details, choose what type of headcanons you want soft or whatever you prefer and suggest whatever scenarios comes to mind.

4. No "Child Character x Reader" or "Character x Child Reader" unless it's completely platonic. You'll be immediately blocked and reported if you request anything sexual or romantic between an adult and child.

5. I do take requests for yaoi and yuri. "Male x Male" and "Female x Female", you get the point.

6. I don't mind sexual themes but those are only for 18+ readers to request.

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What I write for:

Oneshots

Headcanons

Scenarios

Imagines

Games:

God Of War

Hades

Devil May Cry

Bayonetta

Resident evil

Silent Hill

The Evil Within

FAITH: The Unholy Trinity

Doom Eternal

Scorn

I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream

Dead By Daylight

Far Cry

Red Dead Redemption

Tekken

Mortal Kombat

Killer Instinct

Blaze Blue

Skullgirls

(Will update more later on.)

Anime/Manga:

Dorohedoro

Chainsaw Man

Devilman Crybaby

Hellsing

Vampire Hunter D: Bloodlust

Castlevania

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Dragon Ball Z

Record Of Ragnarok

The Way Of The House Husband

(Will update more later on.)

Horror Genres:

Slasher Horror

Cosmic Horror

Body Horror

Folk Horror

Gothic Horror

Psychological Horror

Supernatural/Paranormal Horror

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What I absolutely will not write for: (Most definitely will get you immediately blocked and/or reported if you request or even ask for any of this.)

Pedophilia, Necrophilia, Vorarephilia and Zoophilia.

Incest.

No requesting "x reader" stuff with real life serial killers.

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That's mostly it for now but I'll come back and update this a bit more later. Please follow the rules here, like I said before I don't want to start any fights or have to start blocking people over this.

So please just stick with the rules and I'm sure we can all have a good time.

Thanks for reading and I'll see you guys soon.

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cerezzzita · 2 years

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

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

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

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

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

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

♡ word count: 455

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

✦ read on ao3

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

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

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

“Yoo-hoo, Dante! Where are you?”

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

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

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

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

“Babe…”

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

“How much did all of this cost you…?”

“Does that really matter?” You replied.

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

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

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

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

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that-gay-guy-from-hell · 2 years

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

MINORS DNI; THIS IS FOR ADULTS ONLY

SERIOUSLY, GO AWAY!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He nodded meekly.

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

“I am listening.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you sure? I don’t want to-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Vergil let out a low growl.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Vergil?” you whispered.

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

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

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

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

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タコの花嫁。

yandere!azul ashengrotto x (female) reader cw: yandere, nsfw, non-con, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, arranged marriage, oviposition, breeding, royalty au note - in an effort to bring peace to two warring sides, you are engaged to the sea queen’s son.

If anyone is to blame for the abysmal diplomacy between the Land and the Sea, it would be your ancestors. Pompous and foolhardy, they thought they could rule the grand seas stretching out from the harbor, beyond weather-worn docks with their rotted, seaweed-strewn planks and briny fetor. The ocean was vast, unexplored territory—a dangerous, deceptive beauty harboring life far beneath unruly waves.

And your ancestors intended to claim it.

Sailors would recount tales of fishfolk—uncanny creatures who looked more marine than the two-legged mammals of the land. They’d raise mugs, each overflowing with ale, in drunken merriment, terrifying themselves with the mysteries of the deep, dark sea.

“It ought to give ya a proper scare straight to Davy Jones himself!” they’d say, voices lowered conspiratorially. “Soon as yer candle goes out and all ya’ve got’s the moon to guide ya… You’ll hear ’em slip through the water if yer listenin’ well enough.”

“You ever go and spy one up close?”

“I’d sooner see the Devil himself and let him keelhaul me before facin’ those cursed beasts!”

“The cut of their jib ain’t so pretty. Enough to give men like us a fright and we’ve seen all sorts of somethin’.”

“Monsters, I say! Monsters!”

Festivals were held to keep these beasts at bay—to prevent them from gathering the courage to creep up onto the land. Every year, during the summer solstice, pits were hollowed on the shore and bordered with stones. Flames licked towards the sky, red-orange fingers clawing for purchase amidst the stars above. Townsfolk would sing and dance late into the eve, bellowing songs passed through the generations. Children would skip up and down the beach, torches in hand, and cry out an old chant: “Fish for you and me are meant to stay in the sea! Should you see one on land, may the Heavens strike it down with a gentle, loving hand!”

Their excitement did well to ward off the fishfolk. Sometimes the lone child would spot one in the distance, peeking out from between the rocks before diving back under in a splash.

On land, humans were safe. On land, the fishfolk couldn’t catch them.

It was different in the sea.

Ships were destroyed in terrible tempests. The waves tossed them around as if they were nothing. Many sailors would find their demise at the bottom of the ocean, torn to shreds with shattered skeletons. Viscerally brutalized, they died with secrets on their tongues—secrets of the strange fishfolk who’d drag them down, down, down to a watery grave.

On one cold February afternoon, the octopus prince was brought into the world. In shadowed fathoms, a grand celebration was held. After so much time—misfortune after misfortune—one fry survived out of the entire clutch. He was round and soft and small, colored blue from exertion and fighting through the tug of the current to reach home. The Sea Queen met him halfway and embraced him, ecstatic tears in her eyes, for a mother’s love is stronger than any political power.

“My little Azul,” she said, stroking a hand along his cheek, “how precious you are.”

No ships were sunk; no lives were lost. It was a peaceful day for both the Land and the Sea. And it would continue to be so in the future. Every year on that same February, it was made a day of peace to honor the little prince.

A day of life, not death.

It was on that same February eleven years later when you were tossed into the frigid depths like a hatchling cast out of its nest. Similarly, your birth had been a wondrous occasion. Your parents brought five boys into the world, each just as adored as the last, but they had been hoping for a daughter. It was a miracle when their fervent wishes were finally granted. You were spoiled as all daughters often are, pampered and doted on by your family and the palace staff.

Your brothers, though protective and caring, were a troublesome and rowdy bunch. Kyffin was the eldest. Two years younger was Emyr, and another two years behind him was Owin. A year younger than him were twins Morcan and Martyn. They picked on you as all immature boys often do when caught up in sibling rivalries, aiming to be the only one their parents see. To prove themselves as the best, the strongest, the wisest.

So it was with a half-cruel heart that Emyr tossed you into the waves from where he stood in the rowboat.

“Only way to learn is with exposure!” he called down to you, watching as you struggled against the push and pull of the sea.

“C-Can’t!” you shouted back, choking on salt and flailing about. “E-Emyr, I can’t—can’t swim!”

“Don’t be silly,” Owin added with a sweet smile. “It’s how we learned. That old sod threw us right in. You’re lucky it’s us and not him. He was awfully mean with it, wasn’t he?”

“Terribly so.” Emyr watched your struggling a moment longer and clicked his tongue. He held the oar out just before you could slip under, and you clung to it with shaky hands. “Come on—let’s get you up here. You’re not gonna get it today.”

“Fin got it on his first try.”

“Fin gets everything on his first bloody try.”

Relieved, your heart pounding like a drum, you peered up at your brothers. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get it…”

“Nothing to apologize for. You’ll get it one day.”

“We’ll keep trying until then. And once you do, we’ll throw you a big party.”

“Really? Will you really do that?” Your expression brightened, but your brothers’ faces darkened. They saw the shadow before you did. Saw the webbed hands reaching out, the serrated teeth glinting in a sinister smile.

And then—

Owin leaned over, his arm outstretched. So fluid was his motion that it took you by surprise. “(Name), grab on! Hurry! Before—”

The rest of his warning was muffled by the water. You hardly had any time to brace yourself when you were yanked under, your nails raking across the wood of the oar as you went with the force of the pull. Salt stung your eyes when you cracked them open, peering frantically at blurry surroundings. Teal-green specks slid silently through the shadows, mismatched eyes flicking over your form. And then there was a high, raucous sort of chittering. Like a dolphin’s cry, loud and piercing. You squeezed your eyes shut and pressed your palms against your ears.

It only lasted a few mere seconds, but it felt like an eternity trapped in the coils of a creature you couldn’t comprehend. One moment you were holding your breath and the next arms were hooked around your torso, and you were pulled up and into the belly of the rowboat. Your hands flew to your throat, and you coughed up seawater while Owin patted you.

“It’s fine. It’s…okay,” Emyr muttered, his voice shot through with fear. It was the most shaken he’d ever sounded.

Blood fogged in the water, staining the tip of his harpoon. He gazed down at his hand. A deep, jagged gash ran angrily from palm to wrist. He hissed and closed his fingers in a tight fist.

“We gotta get back,” Owin was saying, still rubbing soothing circles into your back. “I’ll row. You rest.”

“Not good,” Emyr said instead, shaking his head in dismay as he watched your attackers retreat.

“We’re still in our waters, right? We didn’t go past the boundary, did we?”

“Let’s hope not.”

“We didn’t, right?”

“Let’s hope—” Emyr paused, collecting his words. “Let’s hope those monsters were in the wrong.”

“Father’s gonna kill us.”

“If not us, the monsters.”

Both brothers looked towards you. Your tunic was torn, stained through with saltwater and blood. You shivered all the way to shore.

Following that mishap, an official meeting was called between the Land and the Sea. The King—your father—met the Sea Queen at the border. He stood proud on his ship, peering down at her with fire in his old eyes.

“Your Majesty.”

The Sea Queen was just as formidable as those who came before her. Her tentacles unfurled as one, and if you looked at them long enough they almost seemed to take on the shape of an obsidian-colored crinoline.

“I believe my mother and your father made the terms quite clear all those years ago,” she said, a wave lifting her to meet the King at the deck of his ship. “So then, with that in mind, there should be no reason for us to meet under these circumstances.”

Emyr and Owin stood just behind their father. You peered through their legs at the Sea Queen, silently amazed. You’d never seen anyone quite like her before. At least, not a real person. You’d seen her in storybooks, depicted as a fearsome beast with devilish features, and though there was something intimidating about her gaze and build she appeared understanding enough. Her grey skin was sleek in the morning sun, her long, silvery strands tied up and pinned with an ornate hair ornament. She looked beautiful in a magical, enigmatic way.

“I couldn’t agree more,” came the clipped response of your father. “Alas, misfortune has brought us here.” He stepped aside to allow her to behold Emyr’s bandaged hand. “Harm has befallen my son and daughter. I suppose you might have an inkling as to why they find themselves in their current state?”

She frowned, but you couldn’t tell if it was out of sympathy or some other emotion. “Perhaps one of them can give reason to the wound now marring one of my subject’s sons.”

Your father glanced overboard at the snake-like merman cradled in the arms of another merman. They looked near-identical, their features unmistakable. He glanced back at Emyr, his gaze hard. “Go on then. Explain yourself.”

Emyr stepped forward. “With wholehearted respect, Your Majesty, it was out of self-defense. Your kind—they attacked us first.”

“You were in our waters!” one of the mers exclaimed, pointing a clawed finger towards Emyr. “It’s all your fault Jade got hurt!”

Owin hurried ahead, his hands gripping the taffrail. “He’s playing it up! It was a graze!”

“He could’ve died! You almost killed him!”

“That is enough,” the Sea Queen said, jutting an arm out to silence both sides. “I understand everyone is hurt here. Our feud lies in misunderstanding.” She gazed at you next. “Little one, we have yet to hear your story. Do share.”

You glanced at the guards, at Owin and Emyr, and then at father. He nodded encouragingly. “U-Um!” Shyly, you approached the Sea Queen. “My brothers were teaching me how to swim. I don’t know anything about whose water is whose. I just wanted to learn how to swim.” You met the fierce scowl of the mer holding his twin brother and quickly looked elsewhere. “He grabbed me before my brothers could pull me up.”

“Because you were trespassing. Anyone who tresspasses ought to—”

“Floyd.”

At the not-so-subtle warning in his father’s voice, he shut his mouth and snarled. His brother—Jade—was handed off to their father, who assessed his state with a frown.

“He will live, but it will take time for him to recover. My son is right. Your son could have killed him.”

“Just as your sons could have killed my sister!” Owin shouted, glaring.

Floyd stuck his tongue out, remorseless.

“It is impossible to know which side is in the wrong,” your father began, turning towards the Sea Queen. “Seeing as both have been injured, I am willing to apologize on behalf of my sons.”

“What?!” Owin’s head turned towards his father. “You’re bloody mad! Have you not seen—”

“Father,” Emyr interjected evenly. “We have nothing to apologize for. We were within our waters. We had no ill will towards the others. It was completely innocent.”

The Sea Queen hummed her contemplation. “The boundary was drawn for a reason, decided upon by those who came before us, and yet it does more harm than good. It is not for safety’s sake. It is to keep us divided—to ensure that neither side will ever know peace.”

“And you’re implying that we get rid of it?”

She nodded, quite serious. Everyone looked on in equal parts shock and disbelief. “Why do we continue to fight? It does nothing but open old wounds, rendering them incurable. Innocent lives are lost in petty squabbling. And for what?”

To that, no one could offer a smart reply.

“Therefore I propose peace. A union to welcome a new era—one in which we embrace one another as allies without animosity.”

“A union?” Your father raised a brow, suspicious but willing to listen. “I suppose it would be beneficial. My people would be free to travel the seas at their leisure.” “And mine would no longer have to live in fear of being thoughtlessly slaughtered and taken as trophies.”

“Unbelievable,” Orwin muttered.

Emyr elbowed him. “Knock it off.”

“We’ll collaborate on a contract. One that dissolves the invisible boundary that has been the cause for so much suffering. In order to attain true peace, I shall offer you my only son.” She glanced at you and then back at your father. “Your daughter shall marry him when they are of age.”

“What?! No way! Ew! Gross!” Your voice came out shrill and you shook your head in protest. “I don’t wanna marry an octopus! No, I won’t do it!”

Your father stood in front of you. “She’s my only daughter. If something were to happen—”

“Which is precisely why I bring up this engagement. Should they be betrothed, we as their parents will promise to uphold peace to give them bright futures and they will act as the first example of a human-mer alliance. Unions between humans and merfolk are unheard of, but is this not the best way to foster harmony between the Land and Sea?”

“I won’t do it! No! Don’t make me marry a gross—” Emyr gathered you in his arms, holding his uninjured hand over your mouth.

“Let the grown-ups talk.”

Owin frowned. “I still don’t agree with this…”

Your father mulled it over, his eyes glazed in thought. “Very well. We will create a contract—an official peace treaty.”

Both leaders shook hands and planned to convene at the end of the week to discuss further.

You watched the mers depart, each one slipping under the sea. Floyd was the last to go, staring at you with a mean sort of vitriol. And then he, too, dove under.

“He didn’t mean it, right?” you whispered to Emyr after your father gave the order to turn the ship around and head for land. “I won’t have to marry an octopus, right?”

Emyr could only offer a commiserate frown.

“She’s a brat,” Floyd spits. “Stupid, evil Two Legs.”

Jade chuckles and runs his fingers over the scar. “I consider it an honor.”

“Yeah, well, I think it’s messed up. She’s the reason you can’t ever swim naturally again. While she’s up there in her pretty, little tower, safe and sound, you’re still hurting.”

“It’s not as much of a hindrance as you may think. I’m not weak, mind you.”

Floyd grumbles. “Still. She’s mean.”

Azul gazes up at the palace, sighing dreamily. “She’ll be my wife someday. That’s what humans call it, yes? Husband and wife… What wonderful words.”

It’s been one year since the peace treaty. Since then, humans and merfolk have made an effort to get along. This is the second time Azul will be meeting with you. He’s nervous. The first time you went out to sea to greet him, and he’d gotten so anxious that he inked right then and there. His mother entertained you from where you sat in the boat with your personal guard. It was a mortifying experience—one that had taken him months to recover from.

Now he’s going to try to meet you in the shallows. Try is the key word here. He’s scared, all three hearts beating as one. Is it too late to reschedule?

“I can’t believe you’re actually okay with this. You that lonely?”

Azul turns to scowl at both twins, but it’s mostly directed at Floyd. “I never asked you to tag along. Leave me alone.”

Jade smiles. “And let the Queen’s little prince swim to his death?”

“I can take care of myself.”

“Sure you can. But what about when Two Legs gets ya? What then?”

“She wouldn’t do that.”

Floyd rolls his eyes. “You saw what her brothers did to Jade.”

“Because you tried to kill her.”

“Because she was in our territory!”

Azul huffs and pushes him away with a tentacle. “Regardless, we’re supposed to be on good terms now. You’ll break the contract if you try anything dangerous.”

“He’s right, Floyd.”

“Ugh. Whatever.” Floyd turns away, stubborn. “This is lame. I’m not stickin’ around.”

Jade lingers long enough to observe the way Azul lights up when he spots you on the stone steps. And then he disappears beneath the water.

Barefoot, holding your dress up and out of the way, you pad across the beach.

“Why are you here? I’m busy. My brothers are taking me into town.”

The smile that had been fighting to break out on his face frosts over. “Oh. I… Um…” Azul fumbles with the conch shell he’d collected on the way here. A gift for you. He made sure to study human speech patterns in the months leading up to this meeting. He’s fully prepared! And yet you look so displeased. “F-For you! I found it…”

You stare at the shell clutched in a dark tentacle. Tentatively, you reach for it. “Why?”

“Ah. W-Well, my mother says gifts are an important part of any bond. In the sea, we give gifts to the ones we care about. To friends and family and o-other halves…”

You turn the shell over in your hands. “We’re not friends.”

“Not yet,” he tries, but you shake your head.

“You ran away from me the last time we met. That’s not very friendly.”

His face flushes blue and he opens his mouth to argue, but nothing comes out. It wasn’t on purpose.

You’re already turning on your heel. “I don’t have time for this.” You toss the shell over your shoulder. Azul watches it land in the sand, just out of his grasp.

“W-Wait! I… I want to talk to you. Please don’t go. You’re going to be my other half one day, so I’d like to—”

But you’re already dashing across the beach to get to the stairs.

Azul deflates against the rock. Tears overflow in floods. Is it because of him? Is he to blame? Why don’t you want to be his friend? Is it because of the peace treaty? Why?

Why? Why? Why?

Azul doesn’t want to think negatively of you. Humans are sensitive creatures. He reads up on them in the palace library, poring over literature and textbooks in an effort to better understand you. But as the months pass and you seem to simply tolerate him for the sake of the alliance, he begins to suspect something.

It’s made apparent the next time he sees you, where you walk right past the beach to catch up with your brothers. He hides behind the rocks, two blue eyes following your figure until you’re out of sight.

Floyd was right. You are a brat.

And yet he can’t hate you.

On the eve of your eighteenth birthday, Azul meets you in the shallows.

Nowadays you send letters, preferring strained long distance over the personal intimacy of face-to-face relations. These exchanges are purely diplomatic. But now that he’s asked to meet with you, a rare occurrence, you’ve deigned to greet him in person. It’s the least you can do after he’s gone through the trouble to travel here. It’s been so long since you’ve seen him that he’s almost unrecognizable. You remember the round, baby-faced octo-mer from your childhood. The one who lounges against the rocks is leaner now—his features defined, jawline as sharp as his eyes. They cut through the gloom to find you.

“You wished to see me?” You’re in your nightwear, a silky gown with an even softer robe. A cool breeze blows across the beach, and you wrap your arms around yourself for extra warmth. “Azul?”

He hesitates, his gaze trailing up your legs. You’ve also changed a lot in the time you’ve been apart. You’ve grown taller, filling out in places he didn’t know humans could fill. What he’d give to hold you… His mother says he needs to be patient. Fickle thing that you are, you’re the reason he’s spent six years trying to appease you through letters—to win you over and be anything more than that “annoying octopus” you’re doomed to marry. Perhaps it would have been easier to act just as you do if it weren’t for the fact that he’d been elated at the premise of having someone to love. When his mother broached the idea in the days following her meeting with the Land King, he’d stared at her with wide, excited eyes.

“There’s a human girl who wants to be my friend?” he asked, to which his mother smiled and nodded.

More than a friend, actually, but then all he was focused on was finally getting to experience the one thing he’d never known or had: friendship.

Sighing, he foregoes formality and holds out a necklace. It dangles from the tip of his tentacle. Strung on a dainty, silver strand, pearls wink back at you under the moonlight. Azul averts his eyes, his cheeks a pleasant periwinkle.

“Happy birthday…”

“Oh.” You move in closer, taking the necklace from him. His tentacle pursues you, twining delicately around your wrist. “Um… What is it? Do you need—whoa!”

Azul tugs you closer. The sea laps at your ankles. Beneath a tapestry of stars, you meet his azure stare. His features are set with a determination you’ve never seen before.

“I want to start over.”

“Start over?”

“I’d like to be on friendly terms with you. We’re so cold. Distant…” Azul frowns, seeming unsure of what to say or do next. The tentacle laced around your wrist like a bracelet tightens its hold. “We’re to be wed one day. I want to make this work.”

You blink at him. He thinks he may have gotten through to you, having finally broken through layers of stone and ice, but then your nose scrunches and odium shimmers in your gaze.

“That’s impossible. I’m a human. How am I supposed to live with an octopus?” You shake him off with a huff. “I’m not sure what our parents think this will accomplish. I don’t want to be a pawn to be moved around for the sake of peace. I’m my own person.”

Azul’s expression sours. His lip curls up into a sneer. “Well, I don’t find it very enjoyable either. You’re not the only victim in this scenario.”

You exhale an exhausted breath. “Azul, I appreciate the gift, but it doesn’t mean anything if you’re only giving it to me to curry favor.”

I wasn’t, he thinks, but he doesn’t say that. Admitting it would be a weakness. Admitting it would mean coming to terms with an unrequited opinion.

“At least one of us is making a conscious effort.”

“At least one of us isn’t trying so hard. It’s pathetic.”

“You’re not obligated to accept my goodwill.” He smiles, smug. “Yet you do every time. I’d wager you enjoy my materialistic affections.”

“As if.” Despite this, you hold the necklace out of his reach when a tentacle flexes towards it. “It’s mine now.”

“So you are fond of my ‘pathetic’ ways!”

“I’m not!”

You jerk away with a vicious scowl, but your foot catches in the sand and you quickly find yourself tipping backwards. If not for the tentacles that coil around your waist to steady you, you would have fallen on your rear. Your chest heaves with adrenaline. Stunned, you stare at Azul.

“You…caught me,” you breathe, lips parted in awe.

“Did you think I’d let you fall?” He cocks his head at you, grinning playfully. “Why, I’d never! Unless it’s me you’re falling for, in which case I gladly welcome the—”

“You’re such a pest.” Untangling yourself from his grasp, which he allows without scrimmage, you step away from the water’s edge. He watches you secure the pearls around your neck, and his hearts stumble in his chest when you point an accusatory finger at him. “Don’t delude yourself with foolish nonsense. I have no interest in you.”

With an indignant harrumph, you start towards the palace.

“May we meet here tomorrow?” Azul calls out after you, testing his luck with what little chance he has.

“Don’t push it.”

“I’ll wait for you.”

“Good. Keep waiting, dummy!” You break into a sprint, hurrying off into the shadows.

Azul smiles at the empty beach. Whether or not you like him, it doesn’t matter. You’re to be his one day. You’ve always been, ever since he was eleven.

He’ll wait, even if you won’t show.

Ostensibly, twenty-one years wise, you’re getting married today.

Your gown is just as exquisite as your hair and makeup. Pearls cling to your throat and arms—classic wedding attire for merfolk. A thin veil shields the scheme in your stare.

This was an inevitability, but you’re determined to fight it until the end. No matter how quickly time seems to pass, you’ll do everything you can to stall and slow it.

Gripping a sharpened dagger in a resolute fist, you drag it through the long, sprawling train of your gown.

“As if I’d marry an octopus,” you grumble, cutting fine fabric until you’re permitted smoother movement. Gazing at yourself in the mirror, you scowl. “I’m no one’s bride.”

By the time the maids arrive to check on you, you’ve already stolen out the window.

The rowboat sways on choppy water. You’ve watched your brothers do this enough times to have the technique engraved in your memory. Your arms strain with the oars, every muscle screaming in protest, but you fight through the pain. The palace looks smaller and smaller with every passing minute. Eventually, you’re so far out that the land is but a mere speck.

It’s going well. You’re escaping towards a better future—a future without the octopus prince.

You glance towards the horizon. Your boat undulates with the waves.

You’ll miss your brothers, your maids, your personal guard…

Water slops over the edge. You yelp, startled. Have the seas always been so rough?

Despite everything, you’ll miss your father.

Just as you think this, your boat rocks to the side. You grab onto the edge to steady yourself, but it’s already too late. It tips over and you go with it, careening into the sea with a noisy splash. Twin shadows cut seamlessly through the murky water. You catch sight of a yellow eye before you propel yourself towards the sky, coughing and heaving once you break the surface. You grab onto the overturned rowboat, your dagger clutched in one hand.

You search the surface for them, eyes flicking to and fro in a frantic panic.

Somewhere… Anywhere… Where are you?

And then you find them, peering at you from the other side of the boat.

“Go on then,” you spit, glaring. “Kill me.”

Floyd bares his teeth at you. “This time I ain’t gonna leave a scar.”

“You know we mustn’t. That’s not why we’re here.” Jade smiles at you, but there’s something in his eyes that unnerves you. “Your Highness, you should know it’s poor manners to leave the groom on his special day.”

Floyd circles you restlessly. “S’not fair we gotta be nice when you’re so mean.”

“I’m not going to marry him.”

“I’m afraid you don’t have a choice in that matter.”

“What’d Azul ever do to you?”

You attempt to answer that before realizing the truth. Nothing. He’s done absolutely nothing but be kind and understanding and patient. And I took that, chewed it up, and spat in his face.

“If you used that brain of yours, you wouldn’t have thrown yourself to the sharks. We can’t get to you on land.” “But it’s fair game in the sea,” Floyd finishes, every syllable dripping with pride. “Stupid Two Legs.”

“I’m inclined to agree. You’re not the brightest human. A pity.”

“My brother should’ve gutted you when he had the chance. Maybe then—”

You see the whites of Floyd’s eyes when he strikes, launching himself at you with a clawed hand, sharp, pointed teeth aiming for your jugular.

This is it. You’re dead.

…or not.

The searing pain never comes, nor does the impending laceration. You cling to the boat and watch dark tentacles rise from the depths to close around Floyd, ensnaring him in a firm hold. He thrashes, snapping his jaws like a deranged beast.

“Let go of me, Azul! Lemme at her! She’s a bitch! I’ll kill her!”

“There will be none of that.” Azul tuts. “I don’t intend to marry a corpse.”

Jade swims over to you. “My feelings aren’t hurt in the slightest, Your Highness. If it weren’t for your status and connection to Azul, I’d have disemboweled you ages ago. Quite a relief for you, yes?”

You swallow your horror, allowing him to detach you from the boat so that Azul can turn it over. A tentacle curls around your waist, lifts you from the water, and places you back in the boat. You stare at your hands. They’re trembling. You can hardly hold the dagger properly.

It takes some convincing and a lukewarm apology from you, but Floyd promises to be good. He doesn’t do anything as you’re pulled back to shore, but he does stare at you for the duration of the trip, his eyes tracking your every movement. You press yourself into the belly of the boat, defeated and riddled with anxiety.

Your father isn’t pleased. When you see his enraged expression, the debate dies on your tongue. “You are to marry the prince,” he seethes, pulling you aside, “or else you jeopardize the peace of our kingdom.”

You’re washed and fitted in a new dress. Guards are stationed at all possible routes to prevent another escape.

When you walk down the beach to meet Azul in the shallows, your veil shields the sadness in your stare.

The ceremony carries on without incident. Floyd watches from the water, lurking like Death. You speak rehearsed vows in robotic monotone, mindlessly floating through the rigmarole like it’s second nature. Azul smiles at you through it all, sweetly smitten.

It’s a nightmare lived in real time.

Humans and mers alike congratulate you, cheering for this momentous occasion. Your tongue is numb by the end of it all. You’ve expressed faux gratitude so many times that it hurts to even force the words. And now, as night descends and the party kicks into full swing, you’re left reflecting on the day.

Freedom feels so far away. You’ll never know it again, will you?

Azul guides you away from the crowd. Firelight grows dim with the distance. Eventually, you find yourself taking refuge in a tiny inlet cut into the beach. A rocky outcrop hides you from the moon’s spotlight.

“I’m not upset,” Azul murmurs, curling a tentacle up your leg. “But Floyd is.”

“His brother’s the one who hurt me all those years ago.”

“That was before the union.”

“I’m not letting it go.”

“Perhaps not now, but you will. One day.”

You don’t believe him.

“Our people are at peace. Aren’t you pleased, my love?”

You shove him away, gathering heaps of your dress to walk in calf-deep water. “I’m not your love.”

“Legally, you are.”

“That means nothing to me. Absolutely nothing.”

Azul sighs. “Even now, after everything, you’re still trying to flee.”

“For good reason. I don’t want to be tied down.”

Azul inches closer. Another tentacle wraps slyly around your ankle.

“You’re so beautiful. I feel like the luckiest mer in the sea. To be able to call you my own… My beautiful bride.” He pulls you closer. You resist weakly. “Now that we’re alone I can finally tell you the very thing I’ve thought of ceaselessly for years.”

A tentacle slides up your leg, straying closer to your inner thigh. You flinch away.

“Azul, wait. I don’t want—”

“I love you.”

You squirm in his hold, attempting to thwart the tentacles that grab at your every limb. You trip over yourself in the process. This time Azul doesn’t catch you. Water laps at your dress, soaking through at once. He’s radiant beneath the moon. Dreading his touch, you scoot as far from him as you can get in the water, hoping to reach land. Azul seizes your wrist and pulls you into his arms. You fight him with more force.

“No… No, let go of me! Release me!”

“Why should I? You’re mine now. Is it not customary for a married couple to consummate their new bond? We do something similar in the sea.” A tentacle brushes your veil back so that he can look upon your pretty face. “I’d take you to a quiet space in the seagrass, lay you down in the sand, and then—”

“I don’t want that! No!” You lash out, swinging blindly. A tentacle shoots out to stop your arm before it can smack him. “Azul, please—”

“I was patient. I waited and waited in hopes that you might warm up to me. I cherished you in silence. I learned your language. Your customs. Your habits. I wrote to you. Traveled to meet you. And yet you look at me as if I’m a monster…”

It’s not the devastated look in his eyes or the edge in his voice that scares you. It’s the startling gentleness with which he handles you. Tentacles loop around your body, exploring beneath your gown. You wriggle in discomfort, yelping when suckers brush against the frilly garter secured around your thigh. Azul hums and holds you up in his tentacles, using two to spread your legs so that he may slide it from your leg.

“I wasn’t forceful. I courted you kindly. You accepted all of my gifts. You wore them proudly and I thought—I knew you would love me, too. You were mine from the moment our parents signed that agreement. And if you leave me, you’ll break a political promise and then our kingdoms will go to war and I’ll be sure to collect the heads of your family first. Each one of them, and you will watch as I bring ruin to the kingdom you love so fondly.”

“N-No… Please stop. Please.”

“I’ve waited ten years for you.” A tentacle hooks around your panties. You thrash again, shaking your head at him. He remains unconvinced, watching with gleeful eyes as your nudity is revealed to him. “And aren’t you an angel? Oh, you’re so pretty…”

Like your hopes, your panties are cast aside.

The tip of a tentacle prods curiously at your pussy. Your breath hitches.

“W-Wait! You… You can’t.” His eyes find yours, and you swallow the rising sob. “T-That can’t go inside… It won’t fit. It won’t—”

Azul smiles. “Of course it will. The human body is capable of marvelous feats.”

Even though it’s pointless, you struggle. “I can’t! Please… Azul, I’m scared. Please don’t do this…”

A lone tentacle slides into your hand. Thoughtless, you hold tight.

“My love, there’s no need to cry. I’m not going to hurt you.” He brings you closer, kissing your tears away. “I’m here for you. I’ve always been here, even when you didn’t seem to need me.”

You hiccup, your chest heaving. It’s not lonely for long, for he pulls your dress down your shoulders. Your breasts spill free and are quickly cradled in cold hands. Azul watches your expression with an intense focus while he rolls your nipples between his fingers. You grit your teeth, refusing to respond. But then the tentacle between your legs finds your clit and a sucker affixes to it, suctioning slowly. You gasp and throw your head back, bolts of pleasure racing up your spine. It happens in a white-hot flash. You slacken in his grasp.

Azul laughs, astonished. “Did you cum? Already?”

“Nooo,” you whine, closing your hand around the tentacle once more. Another one strokes your cheek. “You’ve had your fun. Now let go of me…”

“What a silly demand.”

He tugs on your nipples. You groan, lashes fluttering. “Ooh… Stop. No, stop it… Don’t touch there. Not—haa… Not there!”

“You’re so sensitive.” He drags the underside of a tentacle along your cunt and shivers. “And so wet… Is this your season? Do humans experience such a thing?”

You’ve no idea what he’s referring to, but before you can dwell on it he leans down to take your perky bud in his mouth. Your free hand grabs at his hair, pinning him to your chest. His tongue laves across it, warm and wet. You shouldn’t enjoy it so much, and yet you can’t stop yourself from crying out.

He hums against your skin, beaming like a devil. You can’t hate him. He’s your husband. He’s yours. You shouldn’t hate him.

You’re falling apart in his tentacles, grinding down to chase the bliss provided by the underside of the appendage clinging to your pussy. The sinful squelch of skin on skin fills the quiet inlet. The scent of sex and salt intermingles. It’s wrong and it’s right. It’s instinct, carnal and corrupt. Azul groans against your breast, your teat between his teeth.

“Az—ooh!” You tug on his hair, insatiable. Your brain is fogging over with lust. You don’t want to lose yourself in this madness. You can’t. “N-No more… No more.”

But he’s not listening. He pinches your other nipple between his fingers, and that’s all it takes for you to unravel.

In the aftermath, the tapered tip of a thicker tentacle squirms between your thighs. Mindlessly, you spread your legs and lift your hips for him. It presses in shallowly, a jarring experience.

“Not inside—don’t! You can’t!”

Azul pulls away from you, his expression scrunched in woozy ecstasy. “Why not?” he mumbles, smiling stupidly. “You’re my bride. It’s only fair…”

Before you can bicker, he kisses you. His tongue pursues yours in a sloppy tango. You lick into his mouth, desperate and dazed. Lost in a sea of salacity, shipwrecked on an island of forgotten inhibitions.

The tentacle pushes through rings of tight, slick muscle. Tears spring to your eyes. It feels weird and foreign, so unlike your fingers. He holds you close, minding his strength and pace. It fills you slowly, reaching places you’ve never been able to feel. The lust numbs your senses and gives way to something animalistic—a base desire you’ve suppressed. Azul rocks the appendage deeper until it’s pushed up against the entrance to your womb, squeezed snugly in your warm walls.

“I-It’s in…” you mumble once he’s broken the kiss, a strand of saliva connecting your mouths. “It’s really…inside me…”

Azul kisses your cheek and pets you with a tentacle. “We were made for each other.”

Surely not, you think, but it feels so when he draws back and thrusts in. Maybe he’s right.

He fucks you gently, savoring every single sound you make. He tells you he loves you, whispers it over and over like it’s prayer. You nod dumbly, grabbing at his hand to hold it. The both of you are gasping in unison, chasing cloud nine. In just a few more deep strokes, his tip bullying its way to your womb, he finally finds his end. A thin substance fills you up in plentiful amounts. Distantly, you think it’s water until he drags your hips further down. Your mouth drops open in a strangled scream as something round and gelatinous passes through. It settles in your womb, and you know right away that it shouldn’t be there.

You panic. “W-Wait… Wha—Zul… Stop… No, I don’t want—”

“It’s all right,” he breathes, his mouth on your shoulder. He soothes you with soft shushes and even softer kisses. “You’re okay. I’m here.”

You dig your nails into the tentacle curled in your palm just as a second orb squeezes through. He groans, his eyes squeezed shut.

“Finally…” He pants, a wobbly smile stretching on his delirious countenance. “Finally, my love, my dear—oh, my beloved bride!”

He cradles you like a mother would a newborn. You lie there as he fills you, your voice hoarse from babbling and bewailing. These things—little orbs of jelly—are stuffed into your womb, and by the time you surpass twenty you lose count and blank out, trembling through yet another orgasm. You’re not sure how many more he has left or how many more you can possibly fit. It feels too good to think about that.

“Bigger. They’ll get bigger. You’ll look so pretty—round and full and soft.”

Dizzy, you glance at the bloated dome that is your belly. Your gown strains over it, an impressively deceptive size that you almost mistake for pregnancy. That’s when it clicks. Eggs. These are eggs.

“I’ll make sure they survive. All of them—as many as I possibly can. I’ll stay by your side. I’ll keep you content. I’ll fill you with love—so much love—an abundance of it, and you’ll never know emptiness again,” he rambles, resting a tentacle over your distended middle.

It’s not just a senseless sweet nothing. It’s a promise.

#yandere twst #yandere twst x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere azul ashengrotto #yandere azul x reader #yandere azul ashengrotto x reader #yandere azul #n/sfw #tw: noncon #tw: breeding #tw: oviposition

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issacballsac · 1 year

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“Being Best-friends with Dante Sparda„

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

Teenage Years | DMC3

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

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

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

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

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

Getting him to actually talk about himself is pretty difficult

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Glorified sugar daddy😭

If you live with your parents…so does he

Congratulations you have a new brother 🩰

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

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

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

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

A best-friend for a lifetime

Adult Years

He probably saved you from some demons

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

What can I say he stays true to himself

His personality would never change regardless of his aging

Still the same wacky woohoo pizza man we know and love

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

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

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

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

More willing to let you mess with his hair

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

Introduced you to the whole DMC gang

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

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

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

Co-parenting core🩰

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

Loves the attention

Drunk dance nights

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

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

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

You always take him with you on vacations

How could you not???

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

He doesn’t expect you to though

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

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

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

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

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

Very dramatic but laid back too if that makes sense

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

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

Shows you his demon form if you’re interested

Whatever your hobby is he’ll be interested

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

Best bros for life and in death🫡

#devil may cry #dmc devil may cry #dmc x you #dmc x reader #dante x reader #dante x you #gn reader #x male reader #x female reader #x gn reader #x gender neutral reader #dante sparda #beingdantesfriend #platonic #platonic headcanons #dmc headcanons #fanfic #fanfiction

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icycoldninja · 5 months

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Sorry for all the requesting 🥺😭 This is gonna get dark!

May I please request headcanons for the Sparda boys + V reacting to their female S/O being kidnapped and tortured over a long period of time and they have to deal with the physical and mental aftermath when she’s finally rescued?

Ay, it's no problem. Here ya go, and enjoy!

Sparda boys + V X Fem!Reader kidnapped and tortured headcannons

Warning: As the title implies, there is some dark content coming up with themes of torture involved. If you are uncomfortable with these themes, DNI!

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¤ Dante ¤

-Oh boy. First it was his brother, and now his girlfriend? Whoever dared do this to you is in for a world of pain.

-He doesn't wait around long enough for the kidnapper to send him footage of what was being done to you; the moment he realizes you're in danger, he's hopped on his motorcycle and is looking towards your location which he discovered with his demon instincts.

-He finds you tied to a chair with barbed wire, bloodied, broken, and sobbing. While looking upon your battered and bruised figure, honestly feels like crying himself.

-Oh, his baby, his poor, poor baby. He loved you so much and never, ever, in his wildest dreams, would have wanted to see you hurt like this. He nearly Triggered right there and then, but he held himself back for your sake. He didn't want to terrify you any further than you were now.

-He got you out of that horrible place as fast as he could, his limbs shaking nearly as violently as you were when he carried you out of the kidnapper's hiding place.

-"Hey there, badass. You can relax now, it's all gonna be OK now that I'm here."

-The moment you guys returned to Devil May Cry, he fed you as many green orbs and Ibuprofen tablets as he could without overdosing you. He didn't want you to feel the pain anymore; he wanted you to be smiling and happy again.

-Once the medicine kicked in and you were comfortable enough to sleep, he held you. He refused to let go of you. He clutched you as tightly as he could, tears silently running down his face. How could he allow this to happen?! How could he let you get hurt like this? What kind of devil-hunter extraordinaire was he if he couldn't even protect the only woman in the world he ever truly cared about?

-He was going to spoil you with attention and affection even before you woke up. He wanted you to heal from this, and wanted to be the one to help you heal.

-You are so precious to him, and now he's going to show you just how much in any way he possibly can.

-Expect long, loving cuddles, big hugs every time you walk into a room, and words of affirmation whenever you look down.

-He'll also tenderly treat your wounds and wrap them himself, telling you how strong and brave you are to have survived all that pain every time he does so.

-This whole incident was a massive fright to him; now he's going to hold onto you so tightly, there's no way he could ever lose you again.

■ Vergil ■

-He is so, so, scared, but he refuses to show it. Vergil remembers what it was like to be brutally tortured at the hands of Mundus, so he is enraged and horrified when he finds out the same has been done to you.

-He can't stop himself--and won't. Whoever did this to you doesn't deserve that mercy. He Triggers, and sails away to find you, doing so in a sheer matter of minutes thanks to his demonic instincts.

-He bursts into your kidnappers' hideouts, roaring. He hears your anguished screams and flips into overdrive a second time, literally tearing through the walls as he frantically searched for you.

-The noise scared you, making you think it was the kidnappers returned to torment you further. However, when you saw the hulking, icy-blue devil crash through the wall, your fears were put to rest.

-The moment he saw your battered, torn form bound to a chair with barbed wires jutting into your flesh, he nearly blew up the building and all that was around it.

-There was so much anger coursing through his veins, you could feel it emanating from him, even as he gingerly undid your bonds and scooped you into his massive, scaly arms.

-"Do not cry anymore, Precious. The nightmare is over now. I am here. You are safe."

-He portaled you out of there with the Yamato and immediately took you to the hospital to get your wounds treated.

-He also refused to leave your side for any reason, insisting on staying and watching the doctors work, even if what they were doing was unsettling; he'd seen and been through much worse.

-The entire time, Vergil sat by your bedside, either staring at you intently, or holding your hand. He didn't want to let you go, and most certainly didn't want you to leave his sight.

-The moment you awoke, the first thing Vergil told you was that he loved you. He sounded out of character, considering this was something he rarely ever said aloud, but he was so afraid of losing you, and the PTSD of Mundus's torture was returning to him--he wanted you to have what he never did when he was recovering: comfort.

-He stayed by your side until you were discharged from the hospital, and after that, drove you home, only to wrap you in his arms and cuddle you till you both fell asleep.

-You both would undoubtedly be having nightmares about this for weeks, but for now, at least you were safe in Vergil's arms.

□ Nero □

-He found out what had happened to you in the worst way possible. He received a video from the kidnapper.

-It depicted the kidnapper, who wore a mask to obscure his face, using a crowbar to break your arms and legs while you were suspended by your arms from the ceiling.

-Nero lost it; his pseudo devil trigger Triggered and he was out the door in an instant.

-He doesn't possess the demonic tracking abilities of his father and uncle, unfortunately, but he manages to find you after a good half hour of searching.

-What he walks in on is disgusting. You're begging for mercy, sobbing and screaming under the pain your various broken limbs were causing you, all while your kidnapper laughed.

-Nero wanted to tie this motherfucker up and give him a taste of his own awful medicine, but he had bigger priorities: you.

-He freed you, shushing you when you screamed out in pain, promising he's gonna get you all patched up faster than you can think and that everything is gonna be ok.

-"You can rest now, baby, I gotcha."

-Once he takes you back to Devil May Cry, the entire Sparda clan and their friends are by your side in seconds, with Nero at the forefront. They heal your wounds in seconds and Dante makes corny jokes to lighten the mood.

-Then, they leave you and Nero alone to converse in private. It's a good thing they did, too, because almost as soon as the room was empty, Nero burst into tears, trapping you in a hug and sobbing into your shoulder.

-You ended up crying along with him; the two of you just bawling into each other's shoulders.

-Nero promised to never allow something like this to happen ever again, and spent the remainder of the night lying next to you with his arms and legs wrapped your you like a giant koala on a beat-up tree.

-You were very thankful for this because honestly, you didn't think you could survive this stressful, traumatizing night without having Nero snoring by your side.

● V ●

-V was texted a sickening video by an unknown number, and the moment he opened and watched, he collapsed.

-The kidnapper, standing offscreen, was repeatedly striking younin the face, chest, hips, and other areas with a spiked bat before kicking you in the stomach and shutting the camera--or whatever he used to film the video--off after releasing some unhinged laughter.

-V was terrified. He had no idea how to find you from this meager information, let alone save you.

-Still, he was determined to try, and so, gathering up his cane, he limped along, Shadow at his side and Griffon doing reconnaissance a few feet away.

-After some time, they found you, lying on the floor in an unbelievably deep pool of your own blood, yet still fully awake.

-V would have knelt there and cried, but he forced himself to swallow the tears and lift you to safety.

-Oh, Wanderer...what have they done to you?"

-He brought you to Devil May Cry and patched you up to the best of his abilities, using as many green orbs as he could get his hands on.

-Though your physical words may have been healed, your mental wounds were anything but.

-You were in so much shock, you were shaking from head to toe. V saw this and wished there was more he could do to help, but for now, he would hold your hands, kiss your cheeks, and rest his head in your lap while you told him anything and everything you needed to get off your chest.

-He read to you, too, his soothing voice doing wonders to ease your anxiety and calm you to a point where you could sleep.

-As V watched you slumber, he made a silent pact to always protect you, however he could, for as long as he could. He never wanted to see you go through something like this ever again.

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