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not me coming back to post anything but the third chapter of my priest vergil fic …. anyways, have this in the meantime while i wrestle with writer’s block.
i’d love to do this for dante and possibly whomever else, if there’s any want for it - my inbox is open!
obv nsfw warning for below, tried to keep it gender neutral as well - enjoy!
xoxo, obscura
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
The eternal gentleman, Vergil is doting and attentive - making sure you’re satisfied, cleaned, and content after intimacy. He’ll always clean you before himself, offering water, back rubs, and maybe even a nice bath to get you feeling right again. If it’s in bed, cuddles are mandatory - Vergil sees sex as a bonding activity, and holding you in his arms or lying on your chest is necessary to connect with one another.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Vergil has spent years training to get the perfect physique for fighting. He takes great pride in how he looks, and is not shy about it - but a favorite thing about him? I don’t think Vergil has given it much thought.
It’s a different story with his partner. I will gladly die on the hill that Vergil is an ass man. Vergil loves to grab it, smack it, bite it - just overall handsy. Speaking of, he’s got a thing for hands. He will worship his partner’s hands, seeing them as divine devices capable of such grace and care.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Despite Vergil’s disdain for firearms, this man’s a shooter. He’s unfortunately hit an eye or two during oral with some straggling ropes, and he always feels bad but can’t help it.
He has a preference for coming inside (he will demand it most times, unless you’re adamant for something else). Though, he does appreciate the occasional facial. Something about marking his territory…
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Something tells me that Vergil picks up photography as a hobby when he returns back from hell. It’s harmless, mostly, but it’s strayed into the bedroom and he’s assembling his own photo diary of your sexual rendezvouses. On each page is detailed entries of what happened, what he found interesting, what made you tick, all alongside a photo of you folded like a pretzel or sitting pretty in a new set he bought you. ‘It’s for science’, he’ll say when you find it hidden under some other books on his desk.
I also think Vergil genuinely would love exploring being a sub to some extent. The man’s whole life has been a quest for power and control. But if he found someone he trusted enough, I think he would be willing to relinquish that control for a little bit and be at the whims of someone else. Call him a good boy? Tell him how good he’s making you feel? He’s melting like soft-serve in summer.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Vergil has experience, but it’s limited. The man is not a dog like others are quick to assume due to Nero’s conception, but he did experiment a little in his 20s.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Lotus, standing dragon, and ol’ reliable: missionary
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Vergil is a perfectionist at heart and sex isn’t an exception. It’s very few and between that you’ll have him acting silly during such an intimate act. I think the only time he’d truly be more loose and laughing is if he was inebriated in some way.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Well groomed, may let it grow in if he’s been with someone for a long time due to comfortability. I don’t think he cares how his partner grooms themselves, as long as they are cleanly - to each their own.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Sex is about devotion to Vergil. He takes it seriously and ensures his partner feels absolutely valued and worshiped. If time permits, Vergil is taking the time to set the scene. You’ll come home to freshly washed bedsheets, lit candles, and dinner already made and prepared for serving. It’s all-encompassing for him, more about the bond between you two than the result.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
I feel like he edges when he’s frustrated. Just to punish himself for whatever it is that is bothering him. However, I don’t think he masturbates often, as he finds it a waste of energy.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Bdsm is a given, duh. A rope junkie - loves to tie you down in impossible positions, or to be tied up himself, forcing himself to put his trust in you. Body worship, breeding, temperature play, pet play. Handcuffs, gags, cameras, leashes. The voices are also telling me he’s into blood play……much to think about. But ONLY on him - he’s not too keen on actually hurting you outside of hickeys and bruises.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
The bedroom, absolutely. Again, sex is not trivial to him. If not in bed, definitely in the bath. However, even the devil in him gets the best of his control sometimes and he’ll squeeze a quickie in the back of the car or the bathroom of a bar.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Seeing you do mundane tasks drives Vergil up the wall. He’ll stand there and watch you bend over the washing machine, doing paperwork, fixing your hair, and it’ll be more of a turn on than any lewd act. Something about seeing you so blissfully unaware of your natural state is too much for him. Bonus points if you’re doing housework and disheveled - clothes a mess, sweat on your brow. He’s practically foaming at the mouth.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Carelessness in any regard is a huge no for him, whether it’s out of ignorance or stubbornness. He’s a proud man and doesn’t tolerate blatant disrespect.
I mentioned it briefly above, but hurting you seriously is off the table. Safety is the utmost priority when it comes to you for him - he will not jeopardize that in any way.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
MUUUUUUNCH. He is a munch, I swear it. It’s mostly out of greed, if we’re being honest. He loves to watch you squirm, see how many times he can make you come alone from his mouth before he dares to fuck you. Loves face-sitting, he sees it as a challenge. Will also view oral as a form of body worship - he will take his damn time.
Vergil will never admit it, but he also loves to be on the receiving end. Loves to see you on your knees, taking him to the hilt and feeling you gulp around him. Careful, though! He’s a head-pusher.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Varies on the mood. If it’s more of a loving, sensual session, he will drag it out for as long as he feels necessary unless you tap out or flip him over out of impatience. Rougher, heated goes are another story. His movements will be unforgiving and staccato, ramming into your slick with purpose and ferocity.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Mentioned above. It’s only really if he physically can’t get you home quick enough. Or if you have an argument. He loves a good post-fight fuck.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Vergil is always looking for ways to push his own boundaries. He’s spent years honing his strengths and learning his every weakness - of course he’s gonna want to put them to the test. Whether that’s trying something new or getting a more risqué.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Demon genes go crazy. I think he could easily go back to back a few rounds before calling it quits. Any less would more so be for the wellbeing of his partner. I think Vergil purposely tries to last as long as physically possible to push himself, but sometimes he gets a little too lost in how soft your skin feels or how tightly your squeezing around him to hold back any longer.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Vergil wouldn’t be too knowledgeable about toys, but if he had a partner that was, he would be open to exploration. (Honey, go get the strap)
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
HE IS A BRATTTT (365 party girl)! Whether it’s orgasm denial or straight up refusal to even touch you, he’s playing the long game.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Grunts and growls, for sureeeee. It’s more animalistic than anything. Not a talker, really, as he gets near silent when he’s in the zone, but he’ll make sure to pepper in some praise or instruction here and there so you stay present.
When Vergil is on the receiving end/subbing, it’s a different story. WHINY. So, so whiny and blubbers out nonsense. Whimpers and moans so unlike the stoic warrior, you have to do a double-take to even be sure the sounds are coming from him.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Oral fixation.
Also secretly a big fan of pet names: darling, sweet, love, little one/bird, sweetheart.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Vergil is a big man. 6’5, to be exact. Add devil genes in the mix and the man’s packin’. I don’t think it’s anything ridiculous, but I’m betting on a good 8 when hard. Uncut with a slight left curve. Definitely nothing to be shy about.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Vergil spent years in solitude - I think he can handle a lot of pining. He’s patient and panther-esque, ever waiting for the right time to strike. That being said, if you and him were long-term, I think he’d make it a point to have sex integrated into your regular routine, to keep your relationship and minds secure. Health is wealth, after all.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)
He has a hard time sleeping in general, but it’s a little easier when you’re tucked in his side, bare and satisfied. He’d probably lie awake for a while, even after you dozed off, just to hold you close and remind himself you’re really there and he’s safe from harm.
She was nothing to me in the beginning. The foolish little woman was irritating, ugly, and mentally incompetent. She was so pathetic, she took to speaking to herself for company. I'd hear her rambling on for hours as she worked on whatever meaningless projects she'd settled herself with. It disgusted me, yet intrigued how she could fill that empty void with something she found inside.
I knew how she felt about me- the way she looked at me. I could feel her eyes drinking me in while she basked in my presence. Eyes would dilate when I spoke, and she listened intently as if my voice were a symphony. Her gaze would catch my own. Breaking the tiresome eye contact was always my work. She never could. Her awed expression reminded him of how someone would gaze at a painting, examining all the details.
However, I did not feel the same.
Her eyes were dull, beaten by life. Her voice was cheerful, a lie she wore for everyone around her with each fake smile. It was all betrayed by her lack of care for herself.
I couldn't love her. I couldn't respect something that wasn't there.
Yet, something began to change.
She started to care.
She started to look a little more alive each day. Her eyes were brighter, her optimism real rather than a veil to cover her helplessness.
Her appearance was more clean and getting fitter by the day.
It was then I realized she was changing.
She was motivated by me.
How could I be anyone's driving force, much less the motivation for such a small, human woman's desire to better herself?
I began to look forward to her visits. She opened up more, listened more, but in a different way. She was happier and it was all for me.
You know, I can't ever get over the scene where V and Urizen merge.
And it's not what you're thinking.
It's not cause I was shell-shocked by it (I had it spoiled before playing tee-hee).
It's not cause V and Urizen are (basically) never gonna show up again-
IT'S BECAUSE VERGIL LOOKS LIKE A FUCKING NURSING HOME PATIENT THAT IS SUFFERING MEMORY LOSS.
THIS IS THE FACE OF A MAN WHO IS CONFUSED AND UNSURE OF WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON.
Vergil was out here thinking he was gonna die but fate said, for the 8000nth time, "Fuck you bitch; live goddamnit~✨!"
Tell me I'm not the only one who just dies laughing every time I see this.
"What- Where am I? Huh, our house looks a lot different than I remember... Why do I remember being dressed like an emo stripper- what is happening---- Oh hey, Dante and *probably* Dante's son." (100% believe that Vergil thought Nero was Dante's)
There's this fanfic that I'm looking for where It's- I think it's a college AU- or the reader is a new recruit or something like that. The reader is joined by Hanzo Shimada- who acts as her wingman to help her get hooked up with Genji. Genji is always around the prettier, preppier girls and reader wants to get his attention. Hanzo agrees to help them with their appearance to do that. However, Hanzo actually has a crush on reader and there ends up being a romance between them. I am trying to find it to read it again and I'm having no luck. If anyone remembers it or knows if it got deleted or not, please lemme know 🙂 🫠
Content disclaimer: mentions of violence, angst/comfort, childhood trauma, and slight gore.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. You were never supposed to get hurt. He had promised that so many times before and even now. But as life so often proved over and over again, fate had other plans. Plans that simultaneously left Vergil’s blood boiling as he felt the realization of the imminent danger you were in left him chilled to the bone. It was supposed to be one last job for the month before finally fitting in a week-long break for the both of you to enjoy some time together without any interruptions. One last minute big paying job to hold things over for a while for a much needed breather. However, not only did the main demon in question get away, they made sure to make a very particular promise on top of it.
“You’ll be sorry for this, Son of Sparda. Since you failed to take my head, I’ll make sure to take your heart first.”
Neither he nor Dante had entirely understood what he meant at the time. Though as they made the return to Dante’s shop, a heavy silence shrouded over them as they walked, a chilling thought finally struck them. A thought that was by no means dismissed when Vergil noticed the lights to your shared apartment near the shop weren’t on. You had always kept at least one of them on--at least until he returned. Even if it was but a single table lamp shining in the window, there was always at least one.
But not this time.
This time, however, there was only darkness.
Dante didn’t even have a moment to call out to his brother as Vergil was moving, heart pounding in his chest with all other thoughts cast to the wind. Something wasn’t right. Far from it. And Vergil knew better than to so easily dismiss with both his instincts and intuition screaming in his ears for him to move and move now.
The scene that welcomed him in the stairway to the apartment brought little relief, deep claw marks etched into the tile and wood of the walls. Much of the furniture either was toppled and scattered or outright destroyed from the assault. Worst of all was the pungent pools of crimson which deeply stained the carpet and walls. The only blessing Vergil had found in all of this was that it had so far hadn’t been any of yours. He did not stay long after at least confirming that much, finding the torn and crumpled remains of the poor fools that had gotten in the demon’s way.
There were few times Vergil had ever felt himself shake with fear, his heartbeat roaring in his ears despite his best attempts to keep himself steady. However, as he drew nearer to your shared flat, he doubted anything could bring him any relief. Not until he knew you were safe. Not until he had the bastard responsible cut and sliced limb from limb. Not until he was sure the beast laid cold and dead. Not until he knew for certain that you were well and truly safe. Protected firmly in his arms with all other dangers reduced to dust.
He would not see that loathsome and bloody day repeated again. Not after what it had taken from him the first time. He had sworn that over and over again to himself as he clung to what little he had left, all else left to ruin, blood, and ash. Not after everything that had happened both then and since then.
Your fate would not be hers. You would not share her tragic end. He would make sure of that, come hell or high water.
Even if he had to raze the entire Underworld and beyond, you would not be cursed with such an end. He swore it.
As expected, the flat was a mess, cast into total darkness with furniture torn over and ruined as he had seen throughout the building. The door barely held on to its top hinge, practically split in half from where the invader had made his way in. The heavy silence of the place left a fullness in Vergil’s throat as he carefully scanned the scene, hoping to find you hidden away in some careful nook or cranny. The two of you had gone over the many dangers that came with associating with the likes of him and his family. The ever present danger of being associated with a Son of Sparda, especially as his lover--his heart.
Vergil was about to call out when the sound of gunshots from further in followed by the sound of inhuman screams caught his ear, pushing him further inside the flat. He didn’t have to guess about the room in question.
During your last anniversary, Vergil had commissioned Nico for a special gun, a gun that would be fit for the average person to wield against demons. Something that didn’t require many rounds to kill so long as they made sure to hit, buying time with their stun feature to ensure time for the next shot to hit. It was a pricy commission. One that required a lot of parts that he made sure to hunt down, later even receiving Nero’s help in getting the parts upon learning who the devil arm was for. As much as he disliked guns himself, you hardly had the luck of learning how to wield a blade as well as he or the others. It was the best possible option for something quick and effective while staying at a safe enough range. It was hardly anything as strong as Vergil or Dante, or even Nero, but it would at least be something suitable alongside your shooting lessons to give you some sort of edge of safety.
Fortunately both Nero and Lady had proven to be excellent teachers for someone with limited experience guns like yourself. It gave him enough peace of mind after seeing just how much progress you made in the short time since getting the gift. You weren’t like Lady, Trish, and certainly not his brother by any means. But at the very least, it gave you something.
Just something to stall for time in a fighting chance to get to you if nothing else.
“Get the hell away from me!” Vergil wasn’t sure if the shrill sound of your yells was a blessing or a curse--the relief of knowing you were still alive being short lived as he tore through what remained of the bedroom door. Just as he expected, you were pressed square against the furthest corner of the bedroom beside the bed, your gun raised high against the demon that stood hunched across the way. As expected, it was riddled with bullet holes, many still sparking from the freshly made hits.
Not enough to fully stop it.
Not enough to outright kill it yet.
But just enough to give him time.
“___, get down! Now!” Vergil yelled, raising Yamato from its sheath in an instant. The blade sung into action the moment Vergil swung it in one swift go, hardly needing to go for a second as the stunned beast barely had the time to react beyond letting out its final blood curdling screech. Breathing heavily, Vergil stared with wide eyes as the demon’s remains collapsed to the ground with a faint thud. Even if it wanted to, it was far beyond any state of regenerating from the bullets alone. Fortunately, however, thanks to the power of the Yamato, none of that will be happening.
“V-Vergil?” Vergil felt something in him break at the sound hoarse and trembling of your voice, his eyes snapping to yours as he sheathed his blade. You were mostly unharmed in terms of any serious injuries--a small blessing if anything else. Those that were sustained were notable cuts and bruises. The three rows of deep and bleeding scratch marks on your forearm, however, were less than pleasant to look at. Vergil felt something inside him wither and twist as the ugly crimson wound glistened in the moonlight as you hesitantly inch away from the wall.
“It’s okay, __. It’s me...I’m here,” he whispered, speaking just loud enough for you to hear. He made sure to move carefully enough so as to avoid scaring you any further, kicking the demon’s remains somewhere further behind him as he moved closer. “It’s over. You’re safe now. I promise.” It didn’t take long for you to close the remaining distance from there, practically leaping into his arms, the devil arm pistol abandoned atop the bed. A part of him quietly prayed you would be too distracted to notice his own shaking as he tightly held you--holding you with a kind of desperation where one would think it was the difference between life and death. As though the tiniest slip up could risk the slightest chance of losing you for good.
Fortunately, however, today was not that day.
The only thing Vergil despised was knowing the demon that he did kill wasn’t the one he and Dante didn’t manage to kill earlier. Although definitely the same kind of demon, this one was notably weaker and smaller in comparison to the vile bastard that had given them the slip. An underling most likely. And until the one in charge was slain, Vergil knew this likely wouldn’t be the last of its attempts at vengeance. If anyone knew the spiteful and fickle nature of a demon, especially one that’s been scorned--rightfully so or not--it was him.
“I’m not going to let that bastard hurt you. Not now, not ever, I swear it,” Vergil muttered, his words equally warm and comforting as they were sharp and lethal, almost as though hoping the demon in question could hear his oath then and there. He wasn’t going to do the foolish thing and try to take off to hunt the bastard down. No, that would leave you wide open to being attacked again, and there’s no telling that even if he did kill the demon that it would be soon enough to guarantee your safety. Not unless you stayed with those who could protect you like Nero or the others. But even then, just how much of a gamble could he afford to risk by using such a strategy. It was all too risky--but such was also the bitter and unforgiving life as a devil slayer, and most of all, as a legendary Son of Sparda.
They had never let him and Dante know much of a life of peace before. There was hardly a reason why they should even think to start now, even with Mundus otherwise out of the picture. His father alone had many enemies, and he and Dante had hardly done much to make that list any shorter in their own time either, for better or worse.
But that didn’t mean he had the room nor the right to start making such reckless gambles now. He was here and you were safe. That was all that mattered, and as far as Vergil was concerned, it was going to stay that way. There would be no deaths, no burning houses, no orphaned children, and no torn bonds riddled with seemingly endless wounds and scars.
feels good to be back from vacation... time to go back to putting my favorite old man through Situations 🤡
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Trying to find people who write requests for DMC is rough (open requests, I mean).
I was browsing my thoughts and I was thinking...
What if Dante, Vergil, Nero and V (hell, even throw in Lucia, Lady and Trish) fell in love with a S/O that, like with V, is only half of a whole?
The S/O had done something to split themselves into two, and somehow, the character meets the half of S/O that they split off and fell in love.
What would their reactions be to this? Would they continue to pursue a relationship with S/O when they're whole again, or would they let them go, knowing that the full S/O isn't the same one they fell in love with? What if they meet the other half of S/O?
Because can you imagine the half the characters meet is the inner "good" of S/O, while the other half is their intrusive thoughts or something akin to that, a manifestation of their inner viewings of themselves?
What if the inner "good" is the one that's dying due to the fact that when S/O was a full being, they were heavily shoved down, maybe due to trauma or something along those lines - exactly like how V was Vergil's human half. The other half survives because those feelings were so much more prevalent to the point that they were the dominant part of S/O, that's why they continue to thrive.
I don't know man- I really wanna find someone who can write this. 😔
