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jellys-compendium · 3 months

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Tying the Knot

A Vergil x f!Reader Oneshot

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re laughing.” He accuses.

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

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

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

“Insatiable little succubus, aren’t you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Exhaling wistfully your own satisfaction, you nod.

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

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

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

Vergil growls, eyes fixating on where your fingers toy.

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

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

“You are so precious to me.”

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

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

‘Stay here with me.’

Then, he points to his heart.

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

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

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

‘Always.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Please. Don’t tease me.’ You mouth.

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

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

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

And Vergil is more than eager to oblige.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please.”

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

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

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

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

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viciousvortexx · 1 month

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Hush ~

When you and Vergil need each other but can't be loud (good luck).

Vergil x Fem!Reader

warnings: smut, dirty talk, penetration, unprotected sex, choking.

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“Shhh, sweetheart, they will hear you...” Vergil whispers while you two are spooning, his muscular frame pressed against your back, the sound of his breathing so close to your ear all the time it almost makes tickles. “You're going to wake up the others.”

Indeed, you and him were spooning, a kind of a more intimate spoon, that's how it all started, a comfortable and innocent spoon, till Vergil was thrusting in and out of you, one of his strong and rough hands holding up one of your legs to make it easier to reach the deepest places inside your body. Usually, he would prefer to wait for the guests to go back home, but since everyone on the Devil May Cry agency decided to visit for a few days, it was almost impossible to have some privacy, except at this hour, late at night, when everyone is sleeping. The silence fills the house for the first and last time of the day, a good and a bad thing, because now you have to fight to not make any loud sounds, a task so hard to complete when Vergil is fucking you so deliciously from behind.

The half demon wasn't able to control himself, not when you were smelling so good after the bath, fresh with the familiar and addictive smell that only your skin haves. He was so hungry after spending so many days without taking you, and resisting was impossible when Vergil wrapped his strong and bare arms around your body, the indiscreet bulge on his pants poking you from behind, begging for attention. When you realized, all of the clothes were thrown to the ground, your neked body completely at his mercy, now there's no turning back, you are his, and it's clear on his crystalline eyes that he belongs to you.

A single cry escapes from your lips when Vergil picks up the pace, his cock buried deep inside your tight and slick pussy, the tip hitting the sweet spot that always make you see stars, and he knew it very well, the proud smirk on Vergil's face could tell.

“Hush, darling, I know you want to scream, but...” Vergil laughs low on his throat, both of you knows he wanted to hear those screams more than you want to do it. “... you're a good girl for me, aren't you? Stay quiet.”

Your heart skips a beat when Vergil starts to move even more fast and hard, making the bed squeak a little, he was definitely doing this on purpose to push you to your limits, it was working. Eyes rolling in your head, ready to moan loudly, but Vergil quickly covers your mouth with one hand, a slightly muffled gutural growl echoes from his lips making your skin vibrate, the light slapping sound while he pounds into you relentlessly, gods, you swear you could die right now.

“I missed you so much, my angel... I want to fill you up with my seed.”

You take Vergil's hand to place it on your neck instead of your mouth, he knows exactly what to do, his fingers carefully wrapping around it to choke you, how could he do this with so much care yet so roughly?

Sugar coated words falling from his lips directly to your ear like a prayer, a huge contrast with his choking and hips slapping against your ass, his warm body embracing yours from behind, and the world seems to spin around as you feel his grip on your neck loose to move his long fingers down to your aching clit, rubbing fast circles around it. Bitting down your own finger, eyes closing shut, your body prepares to the final act, it was too much to take, the orgasm washes over you, making you whimper Vergil's name in such a sweet way that makes him grunt in approval, and as if he was waiting for you to finish to have his own release, the half demon press his sweaty body on yours, holding you right on place, releasing a powerful load of thick cum that seems to never end. Vergil's hot breath comes shallow and ragged on your neck, the panting sounds and heartbeats are the only thing both can hear for a few seconds, till something like a snore, but way more scandalous and terrifying, can be heard from Dante's room, breaking the silence as you and Vergil laugh warmly together.

“I think we didn't wake up anyone, on the contrary, they seem to be in a... deep sleep, good.”

He trails a little path with kisses on your shoulder, his hands that were so rough just minutes ago while choking you now are gentle again, soothingly caressing your exposed arms. Vergil finally pulls out, humming satisfied, leaving a wet trail behind. You are ready to turn at him to cuddle, but before this could happen, you see Vergil's lips curling up into a smile while he disappears underneath the blankets, both of your thighs being spread wide open by his firm grip. “Remember, not a single word, sweetheart.”

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mannequinreligi0n · 4 months

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A Beginner’s Guide To Pet Ownership

You didn’t think Vergil would be up for trying something new in the bedroom - boy, you’re in for a surprise.

PAIRING: Vergil x GN reader

WORD COUNT: 908

WARNINGS: NSFW! - pet play, oral (male-receiving), dom/sub dynamics

AO3 LINK: here

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When you had asked Vergil to try something new, you didn’t expect him to go along with it so easily. The surprise was quite clear on your face when you came home from work that evening to Vergil seated patiently on the bed, collar and tail in hand. It was only a matter of minutes before he had you stripped, collared, and plugged with the tail - Vergil was never one to dance around something. So there you were, on all fours a foot away from his standing form, iridescent eyes peering down at you in the dark of the room.

“Come here, pet.”

Vergil’s quiet yet commanding voice made your eyes perk up, your stomach turning with excitement. You crawl over to him slowly, eyes never leaving his as you slink closer. The fluffy, black tail swishes behind you, as if it was a part of you this whole time, accentuating the sway of your ass. Vergil’s eyes leave your eyes for a brief moment, drawn to the movement behind. His eyes return to yours as you reach his feet. A single hand extends from his side and pulls at the leash attached to the collar on your neck roughly, a yelp escaping your pout. Vergil yanks on the leash with added force as he walks you towards the bed, your neck straining against the leather as you crawl at his will. Seated before you on the bed, he winds the remainder of the leash around his hand, shortening the distance between your face and his cock pressing against the leather of his pants. Taking the hint, you sit on your knees and reach up to undo his zipper, before a strong hand grabs your jaw, stopping you in your tracks. His fingers curl around your chin, making you feel the already-forming red marks from his iron grip.

“No. You want to be treated like an animal, then you will behave as one. Use your mouth.” He orders, words pointed. You lower your hand to the floor as you nod in return, eyes moving back down to his bulge. As soon as he releases your jaw, you stretch open your mouth to soothe the ache from his fingers and lean forward, pulling his zipper down with your teeth. Vergil keeps a tight hand on your leash, in case discipline is necessary, but he leans back on the bed, using his other hand for support. Your mouth struggles with pulling down the waistband of his underwear, making an amused, throaty chuckle ripple out of him. He aids you in your efforts, pushing down the bundles of fabric to his ankles.

Vergil’s already leaking cock twitches as you bump your nose against the head, your tongue darting out to lap up the stray bead of precum. Vergil wouldn’t admit it but the sight of you knelt before him, neck squeezed by the tight collar and tail nestled perfectly behind you, was driving him crazy; it was taking every bit of learned patience to not pull you onto the bed and claim you, mark you, fill you completely. He watched with primal lust as your tongue played with the slit of his tip, cock occasionally springing off of it and swatting your cheek. Vergil is ready to spit out a command to hurry, when you finally take him into your mouth. Warm and wet, your mouth encompasses half of his length, causing him to growl lowly and hold the leash taut, not tolerating any more teasing. Bobbing your head steadily on him, the head of his cock pokes at the back of your throat more and more as you sink farther down. You try your best to focus breathing through your nose as to not gag so soon. Vergil’s grunts fill your ears, reassuring you you’re doing well. He sits up and his free hand combs through your hair, brushing back falling strands stuck to the drool running down your chin. “You’re such a good pet, you know that?” He coos to you, his voice soft and full of adoration, contrasting the guttural groans coming from him before. You smile at his praise, soliciting a hum of gratitude from you. Determined to make him finish, his fingers twirl the strands of hair as you pick up the pace. Your cheeks pull in closer around his cock, sucking him in to milk out his orgasm. Moans and unintelligible words fly freely out of his mouth, forgetting the roleplay completely and submitting to his needs. It only takes a few more nods of your head to have his seed coat your tongue. Vergil’s head falls back with a loud moan, hips bucking up into your face as every bit of his release shoots out of him. As quickly as it ensues, he’s soon spent - panting and covered in a blanket of sweat from his orgasm. It’s only then that he realizes he had his eyes squeezed shut and softly opens them, lifting his head to look down at you cleaning his cock of any remnants of cum.

“…..You’re so beautiful”.

The words catch your attention and you look up at him with shining eyes, a trail of spit falling from your smiling face. That look alone is motivation enough for him to pull you up onto the bed, feverishly latching his mouth to yours. He breaks the kiss, trailing his mouth to your ear to whisper.

“Good pets get rewarded, do they not?”

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desmond69miles · 5 months

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okay so… devil may cry….

dmc boys being overstimulated by a sex toy (vibe? fleshlight? surprise me :D)

this is what I’m SAYING.

Tags: use of sex toys (vibe/fleshlight), light overstim, a lot of c-u-m, heavy praise, sub dmc men.

Char. included: Dante & Vergil.

Dante [-: Dante loves having sex toys used on him. He'd be open to the conversation that talks about sex toys and is very willing to be your test bunny. He could possibly be a little too willing, wanting to immediately go to sex without the discussion of safe words and boundaries.

[-: I'd think he'd be open to most every sex toys, including toys that go up you or him.

Hips positioned above his face, one of your hands rested on his thigh while the other held a dark red stroker tight around his cock. Dante's tongue flicked around your hole and his hands were tight against your hips, keeping you flush to his mouth. Occasionally you stuttered when he hit a good spot, head hanging low as your hand loosened around the stroker.

"Fuck, baby, don't stop." He'd say as you quickly jerked him off, slowing down sometimes around his tip. He wasn't quiet and you knew it was pointless to get him to try to be quiet, so you could only hope the neighbors had a good pair of headphones. Dante's hips chased after your hand when you pulled off just as he was about to cum, a high and whiny whimper coming from your boyfriend.

"C'mon! I was so close." You giggled at his whining and pushed the stroker back onto his leaking cock. Pumping once, twice slowly just to give Dante a thought of a slow orgasm, only to speed up quickly. Dante's head fell back against the pillows as he groaned and whined, hips roughly snapping to meet your hand. It came on so quickly neither of you really noticed, Dante's cum painting his and your stomach.

A "Fuck.." was drawn slow out of Dante. You both laid in bliss for a little while before he roughly grabbed your hips and pushed you off of him, reversing the positions so now Dante hovered over you, pressing a wet kiss to your lips. "My turn now, babe."

Vergil [-: Vergil's not as open as Dante would be. It would take a lot more convincing to allow him to let you use a toy on him, like thorough begging. Maybe if you allowed him to try them out on you first would he allow you to try them.

[-: When he does allow you to use them on him, he's all quiet whimpers and groans. His fists are tightly balled up in the sheets, hips subconsciously pumping up into your hand.

Your hand is tight around the base of his cock, a small yet powerful bullet vibe pressed harsh against the underside of his tip. His thighs tensed, mind fighting off the urge to bend his knees to stave off the upcoming orgasm. His big hands were gripping the sheet below him tightly and his hips gently jerked up, head tilted way back into the sheets. 'He's gonna bite his lip off if he keeps biting down like that,' you thought. 'Cute, though.'

You knew Vergil wasn't above begging, and if you'd try to push him to the point of begging he'd shut down. So, your hand let go of his cock and the other pushed the vibe so his penis was flush against his lower tummy. Your free hand ran across his thigh, running up towards his hips, trailing up to his chest. You gently raked your nails across his muscles and watched his tummy flex.

"I-I'm going to cum." Vergil says so matter-of-factly, still so in character. "Go ahead, you deserve it. You've been such a good boy for me." You watched his face flex at your praise and you knew at the moment he wanted to shoot back but couldn't as his dick twitched, cum shooting and pooling where his tip was pressed into his stomach. "Good boy. Do you want another one?" You asked sweetly, Vergil's body going limp as he relishes in the waves of a powerful orgasm. Your husband let out a weak breath and a low 'no.' You hummed in response and shut off the vibrator that had been forgotten about. "I'll go get a towel and some water, alright? We can also take a bath if you want." You slid off the bed and put the vibe to the side, leaning over Vergil's head. Your still-lubed fingers brushed a strand of free hair off of his head and your lips gave a warm kiss to his forehead, cheek, and then a chaste one on his lips.

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morgueix · 6 months

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Kinktober 2023 -

Day One (again) - Breeding w/ Vergil Sparda

TW// Praise, Breeding, Daddy kink, fem! reader / AFAB

{smut under the cut}

Having another kid was never that important to Vergil. Especially after he somewhat recently learned he had already brought a child into this world many years ago.

That was until you came along. Totally flipping his world upside down, making him realize he wanted to continue your family, to have a product of your love, something to show how much you loved each other

And that's exactly how you found yourself in your current situation, knees pressed tightly to your chest, his large hands pinning your smaller ones to the plush mattress of your shared bed, the head of his cock pressed so deeply into you you can almost swear it's touching your cervix.

"shh my love you're taking me so well. keep doing that for me.? His voice comes out in the slight raspy tone you've quickly come to love. "you're going to take my babies so well"

He pulls back to rest on his elbows, wanting to be able to see your expressions better, taking in the slight blush on your cheeks and the light covering of sweat on your brow. He moves his hips experimentally, wanting to see your reaction, loving the way a soft whine tumbles past your parted lips and he can feel you clench down around his cock.

Seeing your positive reaction gives him the motivation to move his hips again, this time quicker, wanting nothing more than to hear you make all those sweet sounds for him again.

"you're such a good girl for me my love. letting me breed you so good. you want that don't you? want to make me a daddy?" He smiles at the way you quickly nod your head, feeling you squeeze down around him again.

The movements of his hips get quicker as he readjusts how he holds himself, feeling the need to be closer to you. His arm wraps around your waist, tugging your hips up to his as he uses his other hand to support his weight, using the new angle of your hips to fuck down deeper into you.

It doesn't take long for him to start reaching the height of his pleasure, hips starting to move more erratically as the urge to fill you up overtakes him.

He leans down to press his lips to yours, pushing his tongue into your mouth to be able to taste you, groaning loudly at the way your taste coats his tongue.

He moves his arm from around your waist to between your bodies, fingers expertly finding your clit, rubbing it in small circles until your whining and cumming so lewdly under him he can't help but cum as well.

He pants heavily as he pulls away from your kiss, lips instead moving to press tender kisses against span of skin he can reach, soft praises falling quietly from his lips.

"im so proud of you my love. always so good for me. now let's hope that one stuck yeah?" He smiles as he presses one more soft kiss to your smiling mouth.

#vergil sparda #morgue.writes #vergil sparda x reader #vergil sparda smut #vergil x reader #vergil smut #kinktober #kinktober 2023

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c4lixcorner · 2 years

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Hello! Can I request general NSFW headcanons for DMC boys? Anything you think is worth mentioning. Thank youuu ^^

Hello anon! I forgot to say that I don't write NSFW for Nero so I hope it doesn't matter 🖤 I added Dante, Vergil and V, gender neutral :) I wrote this really fast but I hope you enjoy it

General NSFW headcanons for the DMC boys:

Vergil:

• He's so touch and love starved and we all know the last time he fucked was as he quoted "a long time ago" but oh boy he surely knows what he's doing.

• He's really gentle and worries a lot about not hurting you, you have to tell him that he doesn't need to worry so much but he's really stubborn.

• He likes you to be on top of him while he's lying in bed or sitting in his couch.

• Loves to kiss your neck while he's fuckin you and occasionally bites you.

• If you want to dominate him he'll refuse at first but actually enjoys a lot

• If you both haven't had sex in a while he's going to be really wild next time you do it so be prepared, he feels sorry afterwards but you honestly didn't know what he was apologizing for... You freaking love to see him go wild with you.

• He really likes to receive a hand or blow job before having sex with you.

• Aftercare with him is like heaven on earth, gives you a bubblebath, your favourite snacks and takes a nap or sleeps with you while he showers you in kisses telling you how much he loves you.

Dante:

• A lot of words but gets nervous when the action actually arrives.

• He's really playful, whatever you want is fine for him, top, bottom, submissive, dominant? Whatever you want baby your big boy is at your service.

• I feel like his favourite position is definitely doggy (yes for him as well) also probably the 69.

• He likes you to bite him, scratch him and pull his hair, oh you can see his sassy smile while your pulling his hair he loves it and you do as well.

• But don't get me wrong he's also really gentle with you, he doesn't have the strength of a human so he worries he may be too harsh on you.

• You can expect some jokes while you both fuck

• Loves a good blowjob but prefers to eat you instead, maybe is because of his demon side but he adores to taste you.

• Expect a lot of compliments as well, he's definitely into body worshiping.

• Aftercare with him is great as well, a bath together (that might end up in another round of sex or making out) and playing your favourite movies/shows in the couch cuddling eating popcorn til you both fall asleep.

• Let's go with our favourite gothic boy, a lot of mixed feelings here, the true definition about "how's he so fuckin hot and respectful"

• He likes yo tease you, like a lot but not in a hurtful way (unless you were into that then is another story)

• He's really playful and a little bit into pain but really gentle as well, he doesn't have to worry about demonic strength like Vergil but still worries about you getting hurt or being uncomfortable.

• Loves to lick and kiss your neck, nipples, thighs and low stomach.

• Into mutual masturbation, he loves to see you shiver as he gives you pleasure you just look so cute to him that way.

• He doesn't have any preferences for positions but really likes to fuck you while you lay down in bed and he's on top.

• Constantly asks you if your comfortable and you're enjoying it.

• Aftercare involves a lot of hugs and kisses, telling you how cute you were in bed, a bath together and then he reads you his book til you fall asleep resting your head in his lap as he pets your hair.

#devil may cry #devil may cry fanfiction #dmc fanfiction #dmc #dante x reader #dante x you #vergil x reader #v x reader #dante smut #vergil smut #v smut #dmc smut

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rosemary03 · 10 months

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Could I request Vergil stealing the readers clothes and touching himself? He tries to convince himself that it isn't a big deal and he will return the clothes, so he *totally* isn't a pervert at all? Maybe the reader catches him in the act and he feels embarrassed by it?

nsfw!! warnings: only masturbation and a lot of cum, urine is mentioned and vergil is caught as the pervert that he is 😈 Ah, and there may be some spelling errors, but I'm not sure.

You and Vergil are on the couch watching television, apparently this is your favorite series, you can't miss a single episode, Vergil is aware of that so he's accompanying you, but he's fucking distracted, he looks a bit lost, what You catch him looking at you several times but he doesn't say anything, so you ask "what's up vergil?" your voice is kind and soft, vergil gets a little nervous you can feel that "nothing... I just have to go home soon you know?" he responds, to which you tell him that it's not necessary and that he stays today, he gladly accepts, you both spend the rest of the night talking and talking about the typical stuff, a lot of blah blah blah, here and there but only from you, he is extremely quiet today, maybe he is uncomfortable? You think, so you just leave him alone to rest, he sleeps in the guest room and you in your own room of course.

But you don't know the real reason why he was so nervous, he just can't tell you, I mean, no he's not a pervert for getting fucking hard when he saw your nice dirty panties in the bathroom but he doesn't want you to think bad of him! You probably forgot to put them in the washing machine and he saw them by accident.. it's not your fault or his.

But he didn't really know what he was doing when he woke up in the middle of the night, he went to the bathroom on purpose, not because he needed to pee or anything, he just needed to see your panties again! Don't blame him, he just wants to see what you used on your pussy most of the day. So when he goes into the bathroom he quickly looks for your panties, oh it is still there, in the same position he found them this morning, his half hard penis starts throbbing just by looking! He hasn't even touched them yet, suddenly he had a little idea, he thinks it's a bit disgusting but he can't help it, he grabs the soft fabric of your panties and takes it to his room "just for a moment, I'll return it as soon as I'm done" he tells himself, but he really can't tell for sure how many hours he's been fucking his fist with your panties around his cock, the poor fabric of your clothes is thick and wet from so much cum he's spilled! But he can't stop!! He was so lost in his own lust and arousal that he didn't hear the footsteps approaching his door, the only thing that brings him out of his trance is the little scream that comes out of your throat when you saw vergil masturbate with your panties, he is perplexed, really he doesn't know how to react, he feels ashamed and dirty. Is he really a pervert for doing this? He just wanted to enjoy himself a bit! Inhaling your smell and tasting your sweet taste, he didn't want to do anything wrong!!

#vergil #vergil x y/n #vergil x you #vergil x reader #dmc smut #dmc x reader #dmc x you #dmc vergil #vergil smut #smut #devil may cry #devil may cry x reader #devil may cry x you

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Smutty Dante and Vergil Poly Brainrot

You can be in the relationship with both Sparda brothers but you will never fuck them both at the same time. It's always one at a time because well... they don't mind sharing but not in front of each other, they still don't get along that well and your pussy, no matter how good won't change that.

Dante is real loud though so Virgil is never around when you're having sex. When Dante gets in the mood, which is often, the man's horny levels are through the roof, he will talk even more then usual. The only time he shuts up is if he's eating you out and even then he will occasionally pull back to crack a joke or throw a dirty line at you. Really wild too, its like he's addicted to the way your pussy opens up for his cock when he pushes it in and out and doesn't stop until you beg him to stop cause you've gotten too sensitive to keep going. Good, at least Virgil don't have you for a few more days.

Virgil can somehow be fully stoic while you're sucking on his cock, barely a grunt from the half-devil. If he doesn't want to let you hear him you won't, but he will for sure make you scream his name before you know it. Virgil is a big fan of cockwarming so even when you're worn out he still wants to keep you firmly seated on his cock and leaning against his chest. If you're cold you can wear his blue coat around you. Its actually really hot when you do because he can have you wearing it after too, almost like faulting to Dante that he fucked you for hours.

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actuallysaiyan · 1 year

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Magic Feeling(Virgin!Vergil x Fem!Reader)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And you make me a better woman,”

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

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morerandombullshit · 27 days

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Deserve (Vergil x f!Reader)

Rating: 18+ (MDNI but not like that stopped you guys anyway)

Pairing: Vergil x f!Reader

Summary: You finally left your abusive ex for good over him cheating on you, but it's still weighing on you. Vergil finds out and decides to comfort you in the only way he really knows how to comfort another person.

CW: Cheating, implied abuse, slightly angsty, bit of hurt/comfort, comfort sex (kinda??), unprotected sex (DO NOT TRY AT HOME) oral (f!rieceiving), face-sitting, consent, begging (only if you squint), creampies, slight dom/sub dynamics (or it's not slight idrk), dom Vergil/sub Reader, praise, degradation (just a little sprinkling only if you squint i promise), slight edging (ok maybe not so slight aha), clothes-ripping, semi-monster sex, aftercare pet names used: darling, sweetheart, pretty girl, perfect girl, good girl, my love, mine

Word count: 4573 (i totally didn't get too into this fic, no i didn't)

Note: I don't even fucking know how I came up with this idea (guess I was scrolling through too much DMC Boys x Reader smut and shit but oh well I have zero regrets), but in my notebook it's literally 18 and a quarter pages long and I was up until 2am finishing it off because I couldn't sleep and then I tried to show my best friend my writing at some point but he couldn't read my handwriting and shit (2am writing ftw, I guess)—

Anyways, enjoy this...explosion of smut, because I'm kinda on a little bit of a fluff writing kick/writer's block thing rn and idk when I'm gonna write more soooooo

Also Cameron Grey's I Want It All is basically the vibe for this oneshot, I recommend listening to it on repeat as you read—

Sitting on the couch at Devil May Cry, you force yourself to focus on the magazine print in front of you. It's after hours and everyone's gone home—except for you and Dante's twin, Vergil.

Vergil's cold and intimidating presence makes you feel like a storm is approaching every time he's around. But that body, though...shit. Strong jawline, short and slicked back silvery-white hair, ice blue eyes, cherry lips, toned body, ass like it was sculpted by a fucking ethereal being...Something lights like fire low in the pit of your stomach, and you shift a bit on the couch, still trying to focus on the magazine. Footsteps sound from across the room, and as the familiar scent of storms, fresh-cut grass and sage permeates your senses, that warmth between your thighs transmutes to a light throbbing.

Vergil steps into the room and you drop your eyes to the magazine, deciding it better to ignore that feeling right now. It's always happened whenever he's around—even when you were dating your abusive ex, but you push that thought away and continue hyperfocusing on the page in front of you. You toss your feet up onto an arm of the couch, leaning your head and putting the magazine at a tilted angle in the air.

"Y/N."

You sit up a bit, dropping the magazine. Vergil's always had a cold and imperious vibe around everyone, so you have to admit you're surprised he bothers to know your name. "Shit, didn't notice you." you reply, lying and hoping he doesn't know you are. "What is it?"

He walks a bit closer to you, grabbing a chair—his usual plastic one (he has threatened murder if someone else so much breathes on it before, now that you think about it)—and sitting in it, setting the Yamato against one of its armrests and letting it lean against the white plastic. "What're you doing here so late? I'd have thought you'd be at home right now."

At the mention of home, your stomach churns with nausea—the week before, you'd moved your stuff out of the apartment you had shared with your ex, and you're still trying to find a new place to live. Dante—after you begrudgingly told him why you were looking for a new place to live—said you could stay in Devil May Cry for as long as you need.

Vergil doesn't know, though. But something in you wants to tell him, so you take a breath in and say, "I'm...between homes right now. Dante said I could stay here for as long as I need, and it's a better option than the streets."

"Would you mind if I asked why you're between homes at the moment?" he asks you, and you hear his voice sound less...cold for a moment. "Uh...my abusive ex cheated and I was sharing an apartment with him. Couldn't stand to live there after all the shit he pulled."

Your eyes have been trained to your boots the whole time but you look up, but you look up at Vergil and see the ice blue eyes blazing—a surefire sign he might go Devil Trigger. And for some reason, that makes the throbbing between your thighs more apparent, and harder to ignore. You shift your weight on the couch, trying to do it subtly enough that he doesn't notice—but knowing how shitty your luck is, he does. Vergil raises an eyebrow at you, and you regret all your fucking life decisions. "Something wrong?" he asks.

Oh, nothing. Just the fact that you're somehow turning me the fuck on, you think to yourself before clearing your throat and replying with, "No."

"You're always clearing your throat before you speak a lie." he says, and your brow furrows. His voice imperceptibly softens at the next thing he says. "It's...cute, in a way."

You cough a bit, startled by his sudden statement. "What?"

"It is." Vergil leans forward in his chair, a little closer to the couch you're sitting on. "But I have to wonder...what is wrong?"

You shrug, resisting the urge to clear your throat again. "Wanted to shift my position on the couch—it was getting uncomfortable sitting in one position for that long."

"Hm." he replies, his ice blue eyes boring into yours, making that already noticeable throb between your thighs even more unbearable to hide. A taut tension blankets over the two of you, and your tongue swipes out to lick your lips. Vergil's eyes drop to your lips instantly, and that taut tension becomes even more taut, if that's possible.

You drop your gaze to the ground, but your eyes snag on a growing bulge tightening the black leather of his pants, which causes your mouth to go bone dry, causing you to lick your lips again. As quickly as you had noticed his cock growing harder through his pants, you drop your gaze to its intended destination—the floor—and try to forget you ever saw it.

That taut tension between you and Vergil continues, neither of you talking. His gaze locked on your lips, yours locked on the ground—though seeing how his cock had strained against his pants is at the forefront of your mind, and that throbbing between your thighs becomes mildly painful. It's an effort not to wince, an effort to not press your hands so tightly together you might break a few bones.

"Y/N." Vergil says, his voice a little lower and rougher than before, his breath hitting your ear. When the hell did he move?, you wonder to yourself before realizing, Oh, wait. He's half-demon.

"Yeah." you mutter as a form of response, since your mind's more focused on how close he is to you right now—the distance between your bodies only inches apart, which makes that throbbing between your thighs even worse. "Tell me what's wrong," he murmurs, his breath still hitting your ear as he uses one hand to tilt your chin up towards his face. "And tell me how to make it better."

Other than the fact that you're so turned on you almost can't see straight, something you'd never tell him even if your life depended on it, there's an...emptiness. Having dated your abusive ex for so long before you ended it because you'd found him with his face between the thighs of some girl you didn't recognize has left a bigger toll on you for the past week, more than you care to admit. "I was living with my abusive ex. A week ago, I caught him eating some other girl out, and I decided I wasn't taking the abuse anymore, so..."

Vergil's eyes flash slightly, and for a moment, you think he's going to go Devil Trigger, but he doesn't—only that kernel of demonic power lies in his eyes, a show of his rage. "I will fucking hunt him down and end him. Slowly," he says, voice taking on a slight and low snarling quality in his anger. And you don't know if you've ever heard him curse before, but the throbbing between your thighs intensifies when you hear it. "Did he hurt you?"

It takes you a moment to respond to that, unsure of how to do it for fear of what he's going to do, but you reply with, "Yes."

"He never fucking deserved you." he says matter of factly, his voice still taking on that slight, low snarling quality. "You're better off without him."

"I know." you sigh. "But abusers tend to manipulate their victims. And I hate how I agreed to move in with him a month into our relationship. Should've realized it was of him—"

Your words get cut off when Vergil straight up puts his mouth on yours. The kiss isn't exactly gentle, but there's a comforting quality to it behind all the pure want he's kissing you with. It takes you a second to kiss back, but once you do, you're lost in it. God, the feeling of Vergil's mouth pressing against your has been chasing your dreams for so long now, maybe even you first met him or your first day at Devil May Cry—your mind and body keep wanting more more more as that throbbing between your thighs starts to ache, causing you to let out an unbidden whine into his mouth.

He pulls away again, and you almost whine again, hating the loss of contact as you resist the urge to rub your thighs together. His breath and yours are mingling, both of you panting slightly. "You have no fucking idea how I've wanted to do that." Vergil murmurs, voice rougher than usual. "No fucking idea of the things I want to do to you."

A breathless sound is your only reply, and the hand that isn't gripping your chin falls to your hip, and your back arches slightly as he kneads your skin through your shirt, "Let me touch you," he mumbles, burying his face into your neck and brushing his nose against your skin. "Just—let me touch you. Please."

You're silent for a moment, and Vergil pulls back a tiny bit, making you realize he's letting you decide—letting you decide whether you want to go further or stop and forget this ever happened. He'll keep going only with a confirmation that you want this, and only if it's a yes you're sure about—he doesn't want you to be pressured. You swallow, and you see his eyes flick to the hollow of your throat, tracking the movement. "Okay." you say, pressing a hand to his chest, right above his heart.

No sooner than the word leaves you, Vergil has his mouth right on the side of your neck, his hand dropping from your chin and going to your other hip—both hands kneading through your shirt now. You tilt your head back, a silent plea for him to keep going. A sound emerges from low in his throat—some kind of growl?—and he skims his mouth along your skin to the hollow of your throat, causing a chill of pleasure to go down your spine.

Vergil's mouth presses against the hollow of your throat, his hands still kneading your hips through your shirt, and your back arches into him, his hips settling between your thighs once you do—causing an unbidden whimper to leave your mouth. The feel of his cock, even with the barriers of his pants and yours, makes you see fucking stars. His tongue laves along the hollow of your throat, and you whimper louder this time, your senses narrowed to his tongue moving over your skin. Your head falls back even more, baring pretty much all your neck to him.

"You taste so much better than I ever fucking dreamed you would." Vergil murmurs onto your skin, pulling on it with his teeth. You moan now, your hips uncontrollably grinding against his—eliciting a soft groan from him, and that sound only adds to the throbbing between your thighs and the desire sparking in your blood. He dips his head a bit, nibbling on more skin of your neck, and every singular throb between your thighs feels like fucking torture. Your hands are aching to touch him, aching to feel his bare skin, his mouth, his fingers, his cock...

You tentatively put your hands on Vergil's shoulders, kind of digging your nails in when he drags his teeth on your skin. His hands hook into the bottom hem of your shirt, and your breath hitches. "Can I take this off?" he murmurs against your neck, and you nod. But his hands don't move, leaving you to rub your thighs together in a need for friction and some impatience. "I need to hear you say it, darling. I need you to use your words, okay?"

You take a fractured breath in, forming some words as you fight through the lust fogging your mind right now. "Fuck yes. Please, Vergil. Please." you mumble, so wet you might soak through your pants altogether. "Thank fuck..." he murmurs, moving one hand up to the neckline of your shirt before tugging and ripping the cotton and polyester fabric clean down the middle.

You gasp at the cool air hitting your upper half—now, your bra's the only barrier. Vergil pulls away from your neck, his eyes glazing over as he looks at your bare skin. "So fucking beautiful..." he says as his hands land back onto your hips, kneading your skin. You whine, so turned on it's hard to think of anything else. He dips his head down, teeth grazing one of the edges of your bra.

Your hands go from digging your nails into his shoulders to tangling in his short and slicked back silvery-white hair—it's so fucking soft, and it's thicker than it looks. A low growl rumbles from deep in his throat, and his hands continue to knead into your hips, but hands feel more like claws now. "Please tell me I can keep going." His teeth still graze the edge of your bra.

"Don't—don't stop."

Vergil's head moves a bit to the middle of your bra, and you could've sworn his canines are now fangs as he rips your bra in two with just his teeth. Your breath stutters as your upper half is fully exposed now, the throbbing between your thighs becoming so painful that you whimper a bit. His hands leave your hips and rise to cup your now bare breasts, your breath almost stopping altogether when you see the reverence in his eyes and his body language. You feel like a fucking goddess under his scrutiny, and when his hands creep up a bit, those almost-claws drawing circles on your skin, making you into the touch as lightning bolts of pleasure spread from where he's touching you.

Your hips rolls of their own accord again, a fractured moan slipping from your mouth as you feel his cock growing harder against you. You can't think, can't form words, because of the overwhelming pressure going through you right now. Vergil groans as you do that, his head dipping and his tongue teasingly tracing one of your nipples. And fuck, that feeling...You cry out this time, breath so shallow you off-handedly wonder how the fuck you're getting oxygen.

One of his hands goes from cupping your breast to hooking into the hem of your pants, but you don't focus on that as he flicks his tongue over your nipple again, taking it into his mouth, teeth grazing the slightest bit—

You cry out again, this time mixed in with a moan, and your hips buck into him, whimpering at the way he feels against you, even if there is the barrier of clothes. "That's it, pretty girl." Vergil murmurs against your breast. "It's me who makes you feel like this."

A moan is your only reply. He moves a bit, straddling you slightly, every thought eddying from your mind as he rolls his hips against yours, but unlike when you had done it, it's purposeful.

He's teasing.

Vergil raises his head to whisper into your ear, his lips grazing the shell of it and triggering a needy shudder that wracks your body. "If I were to rip these pants off of you right now, how wet would I find you, sweetheart?"

Fucking soaking.

You can barely decipher his words through your lust-fogged haze, and every part of you is screaming, more, more, more, but you manage to choke out, "Play later."

Your voice is breathless, the need in it so abundantly clear, but you're too lost in the pleasure to notice or even care. Vergil dips his head and kisses the skin beneath your ear, causing another needy shudder. A promise and an unleashing. "I will, perfect girl. I will. But we have a couple other things to take care of, do we not?"

Right. He still has all his clothes on. Slipping your hands from his hair, you put them on either side of his dark gray trench coat with bright turquoise coloring. "Can I take this off?" you ask, surprised at how you can function right now. A nod from Vergil. "Please."

You make quick work of his coat, fabric sighing as it drops to the floor, revealing arms that you never were so fucking toned. Amazed, you run your hands down his arms, the smooth skin and taut muscle feeling so good to touch. You hear his breath hitch and you smirk to yourself. "Y/N." he murmurs, and you know what he means—stop gawking and get to the point before he spontaneously combusts. Taking a breath in, you reply with a quiet "Okay" before unzipping the high neck of his armored black and dark slate gray tank top, revealing his bare chest to you. Just as his coat had, it falls to the floor behind him, the metal making a faint clinking sound.

But you're too focused on greedily inventorying the fucking masterpiece that is Vergil's chest. Abs that look like they've been hewn from stone in a mountain's cliff face, pecs that aren't too big but are still hot as hell...your gaze snags on a thin dusting of white hair that disappears beneath his pants and a very defined V-line that flows beneath his pants like his happy trail does.

The only thing that leaves your mouth is a breathless "Fuck". You reach for the top of his pants, but his hand lightly catches your wrist—those almost-claws tickling your skin. "I want to taste you first." he says, his voice that low, lush growl that makes that throbbing between your thighs even more unbearable. "I want to feel you come on my fingers and tongue."

You swallow as Vergil's other hand—the one hooked into the waistband of your pants—moves down, utilizing those almost-claws and shredding the fabric straight down the middle, like he did with your shirt. His hand lightly brushes the fabric of your panties now, nearly making your heart stop.

"Turn around and spread your legs," he says quietly, his voice still having that growly quality—but also pure dominance. "And hold onto the back of the couch. You'll need it."

Sparks of more arousal rise in your blood as you hasten to do what Vergil tells you, and a satisfied hum from behind you has you knowing you did it right. "Good girl." he says, his hand hooking into the edge of your panties. Your breathing stutters at the praise, and you're sure he smirked at that reaction from you, even if you can't see his face. He doesn't move for a moment before asking, "Do you still want this? Because I don't think I'll be able to stop after—though I'll try my damndest to."

You ponder on it for a moment, the throbbing between your thighs growing as you do, before you reply with a simple, "Yes."

A low growl rumbles in Vergil's throat before you pulls on your panties hard enough to rip them off your frame, and your breath sharpens for a moment. "So fucking beautiful..." he murmurs, nudging your legs just a bit wider with his knee before sliding a finger inside your dripping pussy. Your hands tighten on the back of the couch, your knuckles going white as you bite on your tongue to keep from screaming in pleasure.

Vergil adds a second finger, and your pussy walls clench around him, spasming at the pleasure of being filled as he picks up a pace, starting a sort of rhythm—pumping his fingers in and out, said fingers being knuckle-deep in you. You moan, hips rocking against his hand—

"That's it." he murmurs, his voice still having that low and growly tone to it. "Ride my hand, pretty girl."

And you do, your soft moans permeating the silence broken only by the squelching of his fingers pumping in and out. After an indeterminable amount of time, Vergil's fingers slip out of you, making an obscene sound between squelching and popping—but also eliciting a whine from you. You were so close, and he had to go and do that.

But that feeling of intense, world-shattering pleasure returns when he laps at you, tongue giving you short, teasing licks all the way up to your swollen clit. And when his mouth finds that sweet, sensitive bud between your legs, and sucks on it, your hands are gripping the back of the couch so hard that you might break a couple bones. You let out an involuntary scream, and Vergil's hand gently clamps over your mouth to muffle it.

Then his fingers go back to where they were before, his tongue swirling in a figure eight as he sucks on your overly sensitive clit, and you're so, so fucking close—

But Vergil takes your clit out of his mouth for a moment, making you squirm. "I want you to do something for me," he says, voice hoarse, still having that dominating quality to it. "Sit on my face, darling."

"W—What?" you stutter. While you'd be glad to do what he tells you, you've never...done what he's asking you to do. The hand Vergil had gently clamped over your mouth to muffle your scream drops to your jaw as he says, "Sit on my face, perfect girl. You can't do anything wrong."

You swallow, but his reassurance has you doing as he tells you to do, feeling a little out of your comfort zone, but doing it nonetheless. When Vergil taks your clit back into his mouth and his fingers fill you again, your hands ache and you moan your loudest so far—this position hits far deeper spots than the previous one did, even if it had hit pretty deep.

A few more passes of his tongue and pumping of his fingers has your back arching, grinding against his face as you come, his name on your lips. Vergil laps up every last drop of your orgasm before releasing your clit with a groan and saying, "Your taste is going to drive me fucking insane."

Too winded to even speak, your hands bracing the back of the couch are your only support. Vergil's hands lift your hips slightly—a way of supporting you, you realize—and he presses a soft kiss to your inner thigh before murmuring against your skin, "You did so fucking good, sweetheart."

Your breath skips at the praise, and when your post-orgasmic bliss subsides, you mumble an incoherent reply. You hear a hum of contemplation from him and his hands knead your hips as he silently thinks something over. "Turn around and spread your legs again for me." he says. You obey almost instantly—which should be embarrassing, but you're too turned on to care—and you hear a snarl of approval behind you. Buttons being unbuttoned and zipper being undone sounds from behind you, followed by the whisper of leather dropping and boots clacking onto the floor.

You're instantly wet and throbbing again after thinking about what's going to happen, your juices slicking down your thighs. You feel Vergil's hand grip your ass and squeeze it slightly as he asks, "Ready?"

A nearly incoherent "Please" slips from your mouth, and once it does, his cock slides inside you, all the way to the base. He's bigger—and wider—than you thought he'd be, and he stills, giving you a moment to adjust to him. You breathe in through your nose, out through your mouth.

Now, this isn't your first time having sex, but you haven't done it for a while, and this is Vergil we're talking about here, for fuck's sake. You feel his lips graze along your spine as he murmurs, "You're so fucking tight."

After that comment, he pulls out near to the tip and slides back into the base, which is really easy considering how soaked you are, making a moan leave your mouth. "Mine," he grunts, sounding like he's close to DTing. "My beautiful whore, taking my cock so well."

The praise mixed with degradation should sting, but instead it stokes the flames of your need, and you moan again. "You like this, pretty girl?" Vergil asks as he kisses your spine again, thrusting in and out. "You like when I pound into your sweet little cunt with my cock?"

Another moan, louder this time, is your only reply—more, more, more, until he pumps you full of his cum—

For a few blissful moments, there's only him and his rough thrusts before he stops. Your brow furrows a bit. "Why'd you stop?"

Vergil doesn't say anything, he just grabs your hips and positions the both of you so that he's on his back and you're straddling him, his cock inches away from your entrance. You can see his face now, and has a bit of a self-confident smirk on his mouth. Even if you don't have sex much, you can tell what that means. You sink onto his cock—it's deeper this time, and your moan occurs at the same time as his groan.

His hands knead into your hips as you brace your hands on his muscled chest, moving up and down in a rough rhythm, moaning whenever his cock deeply hits in a sweet spot. You keep going, lost in the pleasure, riding Vergil into oblivion until he lifts his hips and his cock hits a spot that makes you come and sees stars at the same time—you let out a sound between a moan and a scream at the sensation. His orgasm comes right up on the heels of yours, and he lets out a long, low groan as he cums deep inside you, and your inner walls clench, milking it out.

When he pulls out, there's a small whine from you, but you can feel his cum dripping from your pussy, along with the juices from your own orgasm. You sit there on top of him, still dazed from post-orgasmic bliss, taking in air. You off-handedly wonder where your clothes are before remembering Vergil quite literally ripping them off of you earlier.

He seems to have seen something in your face, because he raises his head and kisses the tip of your nose. "You okay?" he asks you, and his checking in brings a small smile to your face. "Yeah...just wondering what I'm gonna do since you ripped all my clothes right off."

Vergil winces a bit. "Sorry, I just...I wanted you so bad that I wasn't thinking straight. I still want you."

"I know," you murmur drowsily. "I do too."

You get off him and let him put his clothes back on, for some reason expecting him to leave you here naked since he'd gotten what he wanted from you. Fabric is draped around your shoulders, and you see Vergil kneel in front of you, fully dressed now, doing seemingly hidden buttons to protect your dignity. He further surprises you by picking you up bridal style as if you weigh nothing. He then presses his mouth to yours—an offer you immediately accept by kissing back—before he pulls away just enough for his mouth to graze yours as he talks. "I'd do anything for you. Kill, steal, lie, cheat...you name it, I'll do it, because you deserve the fucking world, my love."

You smile and reply with, "Same goes for you."

Vergil laughs softly and kisses you again before grabbing the Yamato—mostly forgotten in your guys' frenzy—and holds it one hand as he bridal carries you to his room.

#vergil dmc #vergil smut #dmc smut #i regret nothing #i wrote most of this at 2am forgive my shitty wording #ashs bullshit

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ollieolliewrld · 2 months

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DMC Men on Valentine's Day (SFW/NSFW)

Gender-neutral reader! NSFW is marked before it begins for each <3

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Dante

☆Dante had never taken Valentine's Day seriously

☆Before he met you there was no real love in his life so the day meant nothing to him

☆With you in his life though, he is determined to make Valentine’s Day the best day of the year

☆Very stereotypical setup, he got the flowers, the candy, the floor covered in flower petals, and your shared apartment is fully lit up by candles

☆He is pulling out all of the stops by making you your favorite dinner and treating you to a romantic bubble bath

☆He has never done romantic stuff before and he’s actually really into it

☆Dante finds decorating and setting everything up to be very fun and keeps imagining your reaction when you arrive home and see everything

☆When you do arrive home your reaction is better than he imagined as you wrap your arms around him tightly planting kisses on his lips, nose, and cheeks

☆You were not expecting this and are so grateful for the effort he put in

☆First, he helps you take off your coat, takes your bags from you, and then leads you to the dining table where the food is set up

☆The meal is delicious and you can taste the love he put into it, he tells you how he had a small mishap while cooking and you both laugh and talk for hours

* NSFW FROM HERE IF YOU’RE UNDER 18 LOOK AWAY *

☆After dessert, Dante leads you into the bathroom where he has a bath ready for the two of you

☆He stands behind you planting kisses on your neck and down your shoulders slowly taking off your clothes

☆Once you are down to just your underwear you start to undress him starting by taking off his shirt, kissing all over his chest, and running your hands over his abs

☆You drop to your knees as he reaches down to undo his belt, eagerly you pull down his jeans and boxers and are met with his semi-hard length

☆Taking your hand around it you spit onto his tip and spread it over the head of his cock beginning to stroke him

☆“God, I love the way you do that, Baby” Dante groans as he looks down to meet your eyes

☆You lock eyes with him as you take him into your mouth swirling your tongue his tip still using your hand to stroke him

☆Taking his cock further into your mouth prompts Dante to place his hand on the back of your head gently pushing you to take him deeper down your throat, “Just like that, you’re doing so well for me”

☆You bob your head using your free hand to brace yourself until he stops you brings you up to standing and pulls you into a kiss

☆“You are so good to me, but today is about you,” he says as he takes your hand to lead you into the tub

☆Dante spends the night exploring your body and making sure you are satisfied before finally lying down in your shared bedroom where he has put several dozens of flower bouquets around

☆He holds you against his chest drawing patterns on your back as he whispers about his love for you until you fall asleep

Vergil

☆This man loves you more than you will ever know

☆However, he is clueless when it comes to things like Valentine’s Day

☆This doesn't mean he isn't going to try as he does want to spend this day with you and show you how much you mean to him

☆Valentine’s with Vergil is simple and meaningful

☆He plans to make dinner with you playing music while you two work together to prepare the meal

☆A song will come on that Vergil specifically made sure was on the playlist

☆When the first note plays he stops what he’s doing to take your hand and pull you to his chest

☆One hand goes to your waist and the other takes your hand in his as he leads you in a slow dance

☆Having you close to him allows him to shower you with compliments and tell you just how much you mean to him

☆He ends the dance with a kiss on your cheek and you two go back to work

☆You work seamlessly together to set the table and plate the food

☆The meal is beautiful and the conversation you share is deep and full of love

☆After you are done eating you go to begin cleaning but Vergil stops you and hands you an envelope telling you he wants you to read it while he takes care of the dishes

☆Puzzled you nod and go to the couch to open the letter

☆Inside is a beautifully written note recounting your relationship from the day he met you until now saying how grateful he is to have you in his life

☆You begin to cry before you can get to the end and by this time he has come to sit beside you wiping away your tears

☆“You are the world to me, the end to my suffering,” he says as he places a kiss on your lips

* NSFW FROM HERE IF YOU’RE UNDER 18 LOOK AWAY *

☆You deepen the kiss running your hand through his hair and gently tugging at his white locks

☆Vergil groans into your mouth pulling you onto his lap not once taking his lips off of yours

☆He places his hands on your ass gently squeezing as he pulls you into him

☆You begin to roll your hips into his starting to feel him harden underneath you

☆Breaking the kiss he leans his head to look at you fully

☆“Be good for me and get on your hands and knees” he asks guiding you with his hands

☆You happily oblige feeling him take off your pants from behind you

☆Making quick work of your shirt you turn to see Vergil now undressed behind you slowly stroking his cock

☆He pulls out a bottle of your favorite lube and applies a generous amount to his now swollen member

☆Placing a hand on your hip he guides the tip of his cock to your entrance

☆“Take it all for me, Baby,” as he slowly slides into you

☆His thrusts are deep starting slowly

☆He wants you to feel him fully each time he enters you

☆Grabbing your hips with both hands he guides you back to fuck yourself on his cock

☆Your moans fuel him as he changes the pace to a faster one

☆When he’s about to cum he grabs your hair to pull your back against his chest

☆As he finishes he whispers in your ear, “You are mine and I will never let you go”

Nero

☆This man has all of the right intentions but cannot plan to save his life

☆He had so many ideas of what to do with you on Valentine’s Day, so excited to show you how much he loves and cares for you

☆But he did not check his calendar and now here the two of you are on Valentine’s Day driving to kick some demon ass

☆He thought it was weird that Nico wasnt here to drive but he forgot about it as he was too focused on designing a bouquet of flowers for you in his head

☆Nero starts up a conversation as he usually does, you seem off but once again he is so preoccupied with what restaurant to make reservations at he figures that he’ll ask you about it later

☆It was a small job only taking the two of you about an hour and something falls out of your bag as you were packing things up

☆Nero picks it up thinking that he’s helping you but he notices that it’s a cutely wrapped box with his name on it

☆You see what’s in his hand and lock eyes with him unsure of what to say next

☆This is when it clicks, today is Valentine’s Day

☆Immediately he begins to apologize attempting to explain what happened and how he lost track of time and promising to make it up to you

☆You stop him and tell him that you aren’t angry and tell him to open the box

☆He opens it to find a note stating that you were sorry for forgetting what today was

☆You tell him that you also had plans for today but did not look at the calendar until today, only having time for what is currently in his hands

☆He starts laughing and pulls you into a bear hug, you two hold each other as you laugh over what happened realizing that a day didn't matter, the bond you had was unbreakable and the love you share is stronger than anything life throws at you

* NSFW FROM HERE IF YOU’RE UNDER 18 LOOK AWAY *

☆Getting back into the van all of the awkward air is gone and you can now just enjoy each other's company

☆You look over at him from the passenger seat and start noticing how good Nero looks today

☆While he rambles on about what take-out food to get for tonight you begin to run your hand over his thigh

☆It takes a minute for him to pick up on what you’re up to but once you begin stroking his cock through his pants he shuts up

☆His grip on the wheel tightens trying to keep focus on the road

☆“You keep this up and we might crash, Sweetheart,” He says aware of how hard he is now

☆Taking this as a challenge more than a warning you undo his belt and he lefts his hips to pull his pants down freeing his cock already dripping with precum

☆You undo your seatbelt hoping to take him into your mouth but your plans come to a halt as you feel him abruptly pull over

☆“Get in the back now,” Nero says as he puts the van in park and takes the keys out of the ignition

☆Quickly you get to the back and undress watching as he does the same

☆Nero lays you on your back taking one of your legs in his hand and bringing it up to his shoulder

☆He spits into his hand and spreads it over his cock before he lines up with your entrance

☆Locking eyes with you he says, “I love you and I never want you to forget that,” as he pushes into you fully

☆The gasp that leaves your lips tells him everything he needs to know

☆Fucking you in the back of a car was not what either of you planned on for Valentine’s Day but you know he will more than makeup for it when you get home

Author's note: This is my first NSFW post! I have more detailed posts that I am working on and will be writing longer and more detailed stories both SFW and NSFW for individual characters soon <3<3

#dante x reader #dante #dante sparda #dmc dante #vergil x reader #dmc vergil #vergil sparda #dmc nero #nero #nero x reader #dante devil may cry #dante smut #vergil devil may cry #vergil smut #nero dmc #nero sparda #nero smut #dmc x reader #reqs open

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jellys-compendium · 3 months

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Vergil NSFW Alphabet

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

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

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

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

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

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

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vergil x reader smut

uh first time writing on here, and first time writing fic in like years lmao. sorry if this is bad T^T

contains: smut, vergil ofc, cunnilingus, sexual intercourse, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, dom vergil/sub reader i guess, female reader, readers pronouns not specified i think,

since the moment you laid eyes on the man you've had an insatiable lust for him. the yearning, the craving, the warmth between your thighs. no matter how hard you tried it was irrevocable. to put it simply, you had never wanted to fuck a man so badly. no, vice versa, you wanted him to fuck you. you wanted to be his, you wanted him to make you feel good, you wanted to be his pleasure, his toy, you wanted him to dominate you. your cunt grew hot at just the thought of it.

but you couldn't have him. it just wasn't right, right? nero is your close friend, you can't just fuck his dad. and dante is like a brother to you. how would he react if you fooled around with his actual brother? and it wasn't just that, i mean how would others feel? vergil was a bit older than you for sure. a sweetheart like you with a guy like him? all these factors should just be deterring you, but the longing for him just couldn't stop.

I mean who could blame you? his beautiful, slicked back, soft, silver hair that you just wanted to run your fingers through. the same hair that you wanted to tug while he commits unspeakable acts to you. his tall 6'5 (196cm) frame complimented by his gorgeous, sculpted, strong body. you could trace your fingers over his abs all day long. his piercing blue eyes, his perfect jaw, his unique voice that was simply addicting. and to most it might not seem like it, but you two actually had a lot in common. frankly, everything about this man was irresistible to you.

it had been like this for awhile now. the amount of thoughts you had about him had become vexing, but no actions yet unfortunately. until one fateful night. it was late, dark out, and everyone else was out on missions and such. except you and vergil. it was the perfect opportunity for you know what. and it was driving you nuts. the skin of your lip was peeling and slightly bloody from your incessant biting at it. you kept squeezing your thighs together for the ever so slight amount of pleasure that friction brought you. a bead of sweat dribbled down your back, it wasn't even hot in the room, it was chilly actually. but something else was hot if you know what i mean. vergil sat on the couch reading a book. you couldn't make out which book it was from where you were, the desk. not to mention the cover seemed rather vague.

your mind darted back in forth with the possibility of striking up a conversation with him. perhaps you could discuss the book he's reading? a feeling of anxiety washed over you at the prospect. who were you kidding? you had a big fat crush on him and you're too shy to do anything about it. the thought of sparking up some sort of small talk like that with him made you cringe. this overwhelming sense of embarrassment you had from your feelings of him gnawed away at you. it was so frustrating.

your eyes blankly stared at the generic magazine page in front of you. you weren't actually reading it at the moment, just gazing at it while lost in thought. the room was rather quiet. the faint ticking of a clock, the jukebox softly playing music at a low volume, the occasional flicking of a page, the pattering of rain on the windows and roof, thunder every now and then, so on. eventually this quiet atmosphere was broke by a voice.

"theres no need to try and hide your concupiscence. i can see right through you." vergil utters as he peers up at you from his book.

"what?" your reply is meek, your voice is shaky, your face is red. are you dreaming?

"y/n," he pauses and sighs for a moment before continuing, "i can tell your horny." your eyes widen at his blunt words. you've been caught, you feel like you've lost any and all chances with him, you can feel your heart dropping with the humiliation. what the hell do you do now?

"i'm not exactly sure what you mean. i'm just fine." your voice still shakes slightly even when you try to keep it cool and steady.

he scoffs at your evident lies.

"really now? but what if i were to tell you i feel this way too? what if i told you i want to dick you down right here and right now?" he replies smugly, a small smirk appearing across his mouth. you were too shocked to say anything as your face grew beet red. you simply gulped as your eyes stared down at your lap.

"y/n i see the way you look at me."

shit.

"but i'd be lying if i said i didn't look at you the same way. however, i will say i try to keep it less apparent." your eyes darted from your lap to his eyes instead, you begun to calm yourself for his confession cooled the red hot embarrassment that was engulfing you just a moment prior.

"i'm not sure what to say.." you respond in a some what hushed tone.

"actions do speak louder than words you know." he says with an audible smirk, "and i think it's clear that we're both well, lusting for each oth-" you cut him off before he can finish.

"please just shut up and fuck me already" you say in a desperate and breathy voice.

neither of you hesitate at this opportunity, you quickly stand up from your seat as he gets up from the couch. he hastily snakes his arms around your waist and pulls you into a rough kiss, your arms encircle his neck. you could feel the passion surging through his lips, his tongue skillfully exploring every bit of your mouth before you could even realize. he picks you up and carries you over to the couch without even breaking the kiss. your mouth grew hot, your face became warm too, your whole body grew fiery, your cunt was searing.

as the two of you plop down on the couch you speedily begin to straddle his waist. you could feel his rock hard boner prodding at you as it protruded from his lap. without even looking at it you could tell how tight it made his pants from the massive bulge. you rolled your hips against his, the friction of his clothed cock against your clothed cunt felt amazing.

this kissing seemed to never stop. neither of you dared to pull away. mouths smashing together in desperation. you moan into his kiss, he digs his tongue deeper into you. finally you two pull away from each other, a string of saliva connecting your softly panting mouths.

you and him made quick work of each others clothes. he rapidly latched his mouth to your nipples as you took off your bra. this was of course after suckling on your neck, collarbone and jaw first. he placed his hand on the small of your back as he laid you down on the smooth leathery couch.

"fuck, vergil i need you" you whined as he kissed you all over.

"well first, lets take care of you, darling"

his kisses on your chest slowly begun to trail down to your absolutely dripping and sappy cunt as he dexterously spread apart your legs and hoisted them on his shoulders. he begun to lap up all the sticky juices oozing from you like a man starved. swirling his tongue around your clit like its his last meal. he plunges two of his rough calloused fingers into your aching heat, causing you to unleash a quite unholy moan. the in and out thrusting out his digits, his tongue suckling and swishing around your throbbing clit. it was almost embarrassing how quickly he brought you to your orgasm. however the string of loud, squealing and whiney moans that followed were truly the embarrassing part.

the two of you are still panting when he sets your legs back down on the couch. he lustfully gazed at you as he plants his hands down next to either side of your head. you stare into his eyes back, your eyes full of desire. sexual desire. you could cum twenty times, two hundred times, two thousand times to this man and still always crave more. he began to prepare himself at your still dripping entrance. his cock so hard and needy it burned.

"you ready?" he asked intently. you stared down at his cock in amazement, it was the biggest you'd ever seen honestly.

"do i even need to answer?" you responded playfully.

without hesitation his dick rammed into you and he lets out a grunt of pleasure, and you couldn't help but moan of course. before you knew it he was relentlessly pounding into you. thrusting like theres no tomorrow. the sound of skin against skin sounded like it could be heard from miles away, especially with his balls smacking against you as his cock bottomed out in your heat. the couch was violently rocking, it felt like the whole damn building was shaking. your moans were non stop, his whimpers and grunts sounded like heaven to you. any words you said was just a babbling mess at that point as he was fucking you senseless. he buried his face into the crook of your neck, whispering sweet nothings, honeyed words and praises into your ears.

you begun to rapidly approach your what, 3rd? 4th orgasm? you weren't even keeping track. vergil made sure to make you cum a ton before he could. he wanted you to feel as much pleasure as possible. but eventually he began to reach his own orgasm. his thrusts became sloppier and finally he came all in you. you could feel his white hot sperm spewing out of him into you, eventually filling you up and pooling out your entrance, his cock still in you.

he didn't even pull out before he kinda just collapsed on you. you couldn't care though. the feeling of him filling you up was heavenly.

even though you finally got what you wanted, you still craved more. so so so much more.

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