It’s been a while since I’ve been on here (3 years to be exact)
I wanted to let anyone who stumbles across this that I am taking fic requests! I am willing to do 18+ suggestions as well, but nothing super out there. Here are fandoms I WILL write for.
JJK
Apothecary Diaries
Obey Me
Bungo Stray Dogs
LADS
Supernatural
Tears of Themis
Ikemen Villians
Twisted Wonderland
Danganronpa
Devil May Cry
There might be more…if you’re curious, ask away!!
Again, if you want to suggest any fics to me, just let me know! If I am unfamiliar with the fandom, I will let you know.
“C’mon! This is ma’ mom’s ring, ‘got it polished and resized just for you,”
synopsis: You and Dante have been together for 5 years, he plans on making you his in more ways than one.
— Want more?
🪽 — Something kinky
🪽 — Something silly
🪽 — Last blog ⏪
To anon: I know you said dmc5 i’m sorry!!! I just LOVEEE dante4, dmc4 is my favorite game. I can’t help it. But everything else I tried to include!!!
Dante had brought up marriage a few times, but a wedding was way out of reach even if you were to combine your assets. Hell, you were both living day to day, paycheck to paycheck. Every penny he got was spent on the bills. Sometimes you resented him for it but you’d remember that before you moved into Devil May Cry, Dante didn’t give a damn if the light was on or if he could run a hot bath. Having a man who was chronically miserable until he met you change his ways was enough to draw you in. Even then… You still had dreams of a traditional wedding, both of you dressed in white, silk drapes, warm candles and wine on each table.
But you would never want to pick between a breathtaking reception or the life you have now, because each moment you spent in this run down shop with Dante was one you'd treasure forever. Whether or not you threw a party.
Today was a tad different. Dante came home to find his sofa empty, the seat behind his desk? Also empty. But there were still traces of you everywhere. A blanket draped over the sofa, that desk chair slightly displaced, and the scent of your body wash lingering in the air. You had just taken a shower, Dante called home earlier that evening letting you know to get ‘dressed up all pretty’ for dinner tonight. You assumed it would be another trip to Bullseye Bar which he’s been visiting somewhere in Red Grave since he was in his twenties, but he had something else planned.
“So didya’ get dressed, hun?” He shouted from below the bedroom while getting settled in. For a moment he paused to listen for any sign that you were home at all, he could’ve very well been talking to himself but then you replied.
You were in the bathroom, washing your face in the sink while you waited for your damp scalp to dry, although standing around in a foggy room probably wasn’t helping speed up the process much. “I’m about ready to go!” Your voice finally broke the silence. Even when divided by a flight of stairs and a few inches of drywall Dante couldn’t help but blush. He covered his face as if you could see him, ‘Get it together! You’re in your thirties blushin’ over a pretty lady…’, he thought to himself while shaking away that tingly feeling in his chest.
“I’ll wait for ya’ right here!” He replied while shifting around in that old desk chair, pushing his hair back and staring at the roughed up leather on the toes of his boots. Dante never thought he’d settle down, fighting monsters wasn’t exactly an occupation that made the ladies swoon. By the time he’d turned 22, he sort of just accepted that he had rotten luck with women, most would look his way, some would approach him, but not many would stick around. Sure he was a handsome guy but that little detail was the catch. Y’know, having to tell a babe that you have demonic heritage might make you seem like some stuck up asshole or a crazed freak. He was tall, a face sculpted by a very generous god, and not to mention he was pretty well endowed. The women he’d been with in his past would always say he’s ‘too good to be true’, and in a sense they were right. He’d never wanted to date. Feelings would linger here and there, but he made sure to never lead a girl on because well… Love like this, like what he had with you, would’ve cost them their lives.
Now that he had you in his life though, that all changed rather quickly. A girl who knew how to handle a few pesky demons? Not only did he find your fighting spirit sexy, but you were the perfect partner when it came to your priorities. You were all for taking it slow, not only in your relationship but with life in general. You being a pizza enthusiast was just a plus.
While he lounged around in the living room, he’d already come up with a plan to surprise you. He took the contents of that tiny paper bag he carried home and stuck it in his coat pocket, hoping that the hug he planned on giving you once he saw you wouldn’t spoil the surprise.
“Dante! I’m ready!” You panted out while storming downstairs to see him sitting behind his desk. He seemed fidgety but his eyes never left yours. Dante was practically smiling ear to ear, the way you had dressed so casually for such a special occasion was slightly endearing. While getting ready you were probably expecting a little trip to the tavern like you’d done almost every weekend for the last few years.
“Oh, baby I know I told ya’ to get pretty but I was expecting a dress or somethin—well, not that ya’ aren’t pretty without the clothes… Y’know what, I’ll shut up, let’s go,” Dante’s face went red in an instant, realizing he’d just made an innuendo when this night was supposed to be all about romance. You caught onto his nerves and decided it might be better to go along with his silly plan than to make him worry any longer.
“Are we going somewhere nice?! You didn’t tell me! I'll go change!” You instantly ran back up the stairs, feeling slightly rushed now that Dante had gotten out of his chair and was standing at the stairs waiting for you. But you refused to be dressed down in such a fancy place—hell you didn’t even know where you were headed, but if Dante wanted you all dressed up you’d oblige no matter the occasion!
Dante shook his head and stood in that room in silence once again, one foot perched up on the first step in anticipation. He was being way too obvious, there’s no way you didn’t know he had something special planned. Part of him still clung onto the fact that fine dining was uncharacteristic of him and hoped you weren’t expecting a thing. He had never sat down at a candlelit table with a white tablecloth, neither have you… Yeah, works out fine! You won’t expect anything! He stood there hyping himself up for what felt like ages before you finally came back down. The sound of heels tapping against hardwood caught his attention and snapped him out of those nervous thoughts.
“Okay, I'm seriously ready this time!” You spoke with a tinge of determination in your voice. It was nice to see Dante without a giant sword on his back or an arsenal of guns in his waistband, he looked put together, his hair effortlessly falling over his face, that beard neatly trimmed after months of neglect, and his boots were polished, despite the scuffs on the toes and heels they were still his boots.
He’d been slightly distant today, almost secretive. He left the house early that afternoon but it seemed he wasn’t headed to work. He wore his nice black and red coat instead of that old torn up coat from his twenties that made him look like a vampire. He didn’t tell you where he was headed but promised he’d be safe, halfway through his trip into town he called you on a pay phone. He didn’t let the phone ring though, he left a quick five second message because god knows he wouldn’t spend a dime at a pay phone.
You had excused it though, maybe for a few hours you were grumpy he’d made you stay home instead of letting you accompany him, especially on a nice spring weekend, but once that voice message came through you forgot all about those pesky thoughts.
“Ya’ look… hmm… breathtakin’!” He chuckled to himself and took your hand in his. Rough, calloused, not much different from yours since you were a hard worker yourself. Your heart fluttered the same way it did every time he held you like this, with tender care despite that catchy title he carried. He was your boyfriend, not a demon hunter anymore, not now while in your hands. Dante led you toward the front door, unlatching it and swinging it open with a nod of his head, “C’mon!”
You followed, stepping outside and down those three concrete steps. A cool gust of wind tickled your shoulders and sent a little shiver up your spine. Once Dante caught up he had instinctively started to tear off his coat to offer to you, but then tried to play it cool, realizing that the gift he had for you was still in his coat pocket and he couldn’t let you find out. Maybe letting you wear pants and a t-shirt would’ve kept you slightly warmer tonight, but he had to go forth. Couldn’t let one little thing fuck up this date he had planned.
Living near Red Grave City had one perk, only one. Even though the outskirts were much sketchier than the city itself, riddled with disease and demons, the night scene was pretty lively. Not seedy or overly crowded in the sense you expected before moving into town, but in the sense that if you went outside you’d probably run into a friend at a bar or come across a speakeasy downtown. Plus, a river ran through both sides of town, parallel to the other. One was in the next city, probably contaminated with something that’d wreck havoc on your liver—But the other was well decorated and rather tidy. You could find folks down by the docks, having homemade lunches atop picnic tables, on the weekends gondolas would float down the water, restaurants and shops lined the riverside.
Dante was taking you there, to the riverside restaurant you always seemed curious about when you two would go out on a job or just wandering around downtown, hell maybe he’d take you shopping. Nice cars would pull up to this place, the valet was always booked full of expensive cars, Corvettes or Cadillacs, it seemed like a place for people from out of town. No local would go to such a place in their right mind, but Dante knew. He knew this place was out of reach, experiencing something you two considered a luxury would be peak romance.
Walking to the restaurant meant you got to skip to the valet but you’d be lying if you didn’t stop to stare at the cars on the curb. Fancy looking rides of all varieties lined the valet line. Dante’s arm is wrapped around your waist, and once you make it through those doors you sort of realize that even after changing into spiffy new clothes, you both stood out like a sore thumb in a room full of higher class folk. But Dante didn’t let you pay it any mind. He didn’t want you to think for even a moment that you didn’t look your best.
“This place looks way nicer from the outside,” He whispered, having a feeling you’d agree.
“Yeah, turns out I don’t have the best taste—Dante? Do you think they have chicken tenders?” All you could do was laugh, making light of the way you two had dressed and talked like a couple of commoners, also reminiscing on all those times you begged him to go inside while still dressed in your disgusting work clothes.
“God—Babe! I can’t letcha’ eat chicken tenders at a place that charged me a fee for making a reservation!” He hushed you before stepping up to the host’s counter, various young ladies greeted you both and in a short moment led you to your table. It was already set, a bouquet in a porcelain vase rested atop a white tablecloth along with a couple of wine glasses, not to mention the assortment of stainless steel utensils.
“There ain’t any pictures of the food on the menu… How am I supposed to know what to eat?!” He sighed. You and Dante had sat and stared at that menu for what felt like forever, the server was starting to get annoyed and had absolutely caught onto the fact that neither of you knew what you were doing in a place like this. Once you finally placed your orders you both indulged in a bit more wine than the average person could handle. You ate every bit of food on that plate, and Dante… He had sucked the bones on his land chops completely dry.
Dante’s nerves had certainly settled after a few drinks, and you just couldn’t seem to quit smiling and laughing at everything he said. In a room full of wealthy nit picky assholes, you probably sounded like a pack of hyenas. Your dinner service seemed to end quicker than anyone else’s, food was dropped off, plates and glasses were also picked up within the same hour. It was clear they wanted you both gone, but neither of you cared. Dante reluctantly paid the tab and led you outside. Both of you were still tipsy and decided to wander around town. It was a great night, spring time is when all the couples came out. You could find groups at patio tables, bars, on trails holding bouquets and gift bags. But Dante being the humble man he was decided he’d take you somewhere simple.
The shopping idea from before was thrown out the window, he’d already spent a few hundred bucks on dinner alone, and you were well aware of it even though he hid the check from you. You didn’t mind either, you were both humble souls and couldn’t fathom going to designer stores. You both decided that a nice walk through the gardens and toward the river docks would do. Once you both started on your walk you felt some kind of intimate tension in the air. His arm was wrapped around your body, hand resting on your waist.
“Dante? What’s the special occasion? We have literally never done something like this together…” You spoke gently, your eyes glued to the ground. For a while you thought maybe it was your anniversary? But he was almost six months early to celebrate your next special day as a couple, and it wasn’t even your birthday either.
“Uhh—You just looked extra cute in bed this morning and decided a cute lady needed to go on a nice date with her equally-as-cute boyfriend.” He playfully flipped his hair at you and turned to see your face. He froze for a second and was scared to nudge you any further. Your face was scrunched up, he almost thought you were on the verge of tears. But out of nowhere you burst into little giggles and laughter. You loved how corny and sweet Dante was and always tried to be.
“Oh god—you just… You're ridiculous!” Even with eyes overflowing with tears and the interruption of laughter, You still looked gorgeous to him. Even while sprawled out over bedsheets, half nude, your face probably covered in drool. He stood there while you composed yourself and just stared in complete awe. He had never felt this way about anyone else… He didn’t want to ruin things, he didn’t want to get you hurt, that’s why he’d waited so long to finally take you out and finally ask for you to marry him.
Everything surrounding you was out of focus, he was looking only at you. Dante usually tried too hard to make you laugh, but this time he seriously got you laughing. This morning you woke up barely dressed after a long night of sex, pizza, and movie binge watching, if anything he was the good looking one. But in Dante’s eyes, seeing you in his bed every morning, all domestic and his was the highlight of his day.
“Quit laughing! I’m serious—ahem… I’m serious!” He stood there all sassy looking, hands on his hips. Once Dante repeated himself you tried to quit the giggling and finally stood up straight, wiping tears from the corners of your eyes. You quickly apologized and saw how he stood awkwardly, almost looking like he regrets saying anything at all. You immediately moved to comfort him, stepping forward to wrap your arms around him but he shoved you backward with wide eyes in the same moment. The ring, that diamond ring he got you was still in his pocket.
“Are you seriously mad at me?!”
“God! No babe, I just… Just follow me, I’ll make it worth your while.” He grabbed your wrist and pulled you further down the trail, face bright red, his pointed ears turning a blushy pink as well. For a second you wanted to snap back and ask questions but just as quickly as you opened your mouth to retort, you shut it. He led you past a few flowered hedges and trees, in this area the running river could be heard through the greenery accompanied by the distant sounds of birds and squirrels settling in for the night and crunching gravel beneath your feet. It was rather elegant. The architecture was lovely, a dimly lit fountain stood tall between rose bushes, colorful shrubs and vines climbing up old polished cobblestone walls.
The walk wasn’t long and thankfully no one was around. Dante could feel the pit in his stomach slowly beginning to gape as he led you toward a bench in front of the fountain where you got a nice view of the docks and the lake. He bent and sat on the bench then grabbed your hand, pulling you down into the spot beside him. He tapped his foot anxiously and decided there couldn’t be any more time wasted. He planned to take you to the docks for a gondola ride but it was way past their closing time, at this point Dante didn’t care where you were as long as you said yes.
“Dear? I know today was kinda… unexpected. But I've been planning this for ages, n’ I’m not letting ya’ get away,” Dante held your hand as he spoke, low and smooth while his free hand reached into the shallows of his pocket. You watched in confusion until his hand emerged from behind red leather and you saw it. A thin band with a diamond much too large in comparison to the metal that held it together. “Marry me?—I only ever wanted you, baby. I knew once I started considering marriage that you were the one!” He let out a nervous chuckle before looking over at you. For a long, intense moment, you didn’t say a word, so he got on one knee right before you and bowed his head.
You stared at the band and in an instant your heart swelled to capacity and then came the tears.
There was no way you could do this, you two can’t afford this. Where had he even gotten such a beautiful ring? How did he get the right size? You can’t afford a wedding right now, no way… Dante watched as those thoughts flooded over you. You nearly lost all your color and seemed to go stiff. You were lost in your own mind, your eyes still glued to the diamond he held pinched between two fingers. You hadn’t noticed but his hands had begun to shake. Then after a prolonged bout of silence he spoke again.
“Please baby? I’ll give ya’ everything you’ll ever need.”
“Dante we can’t do this right now!” You had to force the words out in fear that he might assume you’d reject him. You wanted nothing more than to marry him, he just needed to hear it. But in that moment all you could convey was that neither of you were financially stable enough for marriage. And that made his heart break.
“C’mon! This is ma’ mom’s ring, ‘got it polished and resized just for you. I went back to my childhood home ‘n snatched it up. Where do you think I was all afternoon? I saved up enough to get this ring restored and I even got your name engraved on the inside. I ain’t a dumby though baby, I'm also saving to gettcha’ a pretty dress for our wedding.” He was well aware that neither of you were in the best situation. Dante didn’t need a wedding, but he knew deep down that was what you wanted and he was willing to give it to you. He hadn’t spent much money resizing and touching up that ring, after all Dante is the type of guy to know a guy who knows a guy.
Nor you or Dante had a family that was willing to pay for a wedding. Friends? Sure, but no way was Dante going to ask Vergil to help pay for his wedding, and Nero was out of the question as he was also in the middle of financing his own wedding with Kyrie.
“Are you sure?…” You replied through sniffles and staggered breaths, your eyes were locked onto the ground. He looked at you and just smiled, nodding his head gently until you finally looked back at him. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
The night didn’t quite end there. Sure, his spectacular romantic plans to take you out on a gondola ride were foiled, dinner was much pricier than expected, and you still had a long walk back home… But, Dante felt like everything still went as expected. You said yes, that’s all he wanted. On the other hand you didn’t care one bit, you probably still would’ve said yes even if he proposed at home over pizza and scotch. You loved each other dearly and it almost felt like you only had each other to begin with. Yes you both had friends in common, but if things went to shit—Dante would always be there to help.
On the walk back home he held your hand as you wobbled in your heels, not because you were still feeling the effects of the wine, but because It was simply uncomfortable, walking around all night in shoes made only to look pretty. Halfway to Devil May Cry, Dante had literally swept you off your feet. Unable to see you withstand the pain in your feet, he carried you all the way back home. Bridal style, ironically.
While hanging from his neck like a koala, he just couldn’t quit looking at you. It was like he was in a kind of trance. He was really feeling the possessive urge to keep you glued to his side. On the other hand, being so close really allowed you to pick up on each detail. He had gotten his beard trimmed and a fresh haircut. Dante looked so good you couldn’t quit inspecting his face. Once you finally got to the shop, Dante couldn’t wait to get you back in bed.
He let your feet touch the ground after minutes of being carried down the road, the moment you landed on the wood, he pushed you back up against the double doors. His mouth was on your neck in seconds. “I wanted ta’ getcha like this as soon as ya’ came down those stairs in this lil’ outfit.”
Your heart rate spiked, suddenly you were hyper aware of the way that ring hugged your finger. You felt like a possession, and you were more than happy to be only his. Dante touched you gently, his fingers tracing over the cloth covering your hips. “I dressed up all nice just for you to undress me? What a shame,” You spoke in a teasing tone, singing out your reply. Dante knew exactly what you were doing. He gave you a big mischievous smile before hiking up the cloth of the skirt slipping one hand under the bottom hem of your dress.
“If ya’ keep on teasing me, I might have to put a baby in ya’.”
“Oh—is that a threat…”
One thing led to another. You didn’t quite get to make it to the bedroom before he had you completely undressed. Every part of your outfit, dress, heels, even your jewelry was left in a lewd trail leading up to the bedroom. He opened the door and let you walk in, staying back to watch the way your hips swayed as you positioned yourself on the edge of the bed. Not quite sitting, but leaning on it.
He closed the door behind him and approached you while admiring your body, sitting there daintily. There was a smile on your face, one that screamed erotic anticipation. He stood between your thighs, and you knew just what to do, it was almost like a ritual. You undid the golden claps strapped across his chest with a little snap on each one. Once the harness across his chest was loose, you slid your hands over his shoulders and let his coat drop to the ground before finally removing the harness. His shoulders were so broad, his pecs so defined that everytime you saw him like this, you wondered if you were fucking a giant.
He unzipped the neck of the quarter zip sweater and pulled it over his head. Before he was even able to throw the sweater aside, your hands began exploring his abdomen, tracing over each muscle and looking at him with furrowed brows.
The way you touched him… you wouldn’t know by looking at him but he felt like a feral animal in containment. Having you so close yet having to hold back the urge to pounce on you… It had his cock straining against his pants after only a few minutes of kissing all while he panted like a dog. “Dante, are you oka—Hey!”
Before you could finish, Dante leaned over your body, pressing you into the sheets beneath. Seeing you in nothing but that ring, not as his girlfriend, but as his fiancé? You might’ve thought he was joking about the baby at first but this time, he was serious. “God I wanna breed ya’ so bad, baby…”
At first hearing the words ‘breed’ and ‘you’ in the same sentence surprised you, but when you saw those needy blue eyes sparkling with arousal, you felt the exact same effect. Your brows shot up in shock, but when he pressed his hand to your lower tummy you imagined exactly what he was imagining. You, bloated with life, a child of his own. The idea of it made your core throb, those words alone had sent a current of wanton desire straight to your groin. “Please? I wanna make ya’ mine… God, you’d look so pretty in a wedding dress, pregnant with my baby.”
“Stop. Stop talking!” You said over him, suddenly your head was clouded with thoughts of being impregnated, it’s almost like that ring carried some type of sick curse. Not only did you feel the need to devote yourself to him completely, but you also wanted nothing more than to start a family at that very moment even after all that bickering over finances earlier that night. It wasn’t the idea of having his child that turned you on, but the process. You even told yourself to take a moment to think this through, but the devil on your shoulder—Dante—was eagerly awaiting your approval.
Immediately, Dante stood back up, taking your hands in his while taking a step back, “Shit…I’m sorry, did I make ya’ uncomfortable?”
“No! I just… You’re starting to convince me.” You chuckled, bowing your head in embarrassment. The thought of being so full of his seed that your womb aches, being folded into a mating press and fucked until your body went limp? “You know what… I didn’t think I'd be into it, but I—I uhm…”
“You want it dontcha’? Ya’ don’t have to tell me baby, I can tell,” He shuts you up by pressing his lips to yours, kissing you urgently while running one hand up your back. “Can’t wait to fill ya’ up, wanna knock you up real nice. The ring isn’t enough, baby, everyone needs to know you’re mine.” He spoke with a voice so desperate that when he put it like that, it sounded like you were the only woman in the world who could bear his heirs and you were all in.
Dante carried you only a few inches to the corner of the bed with the intention of tossing you onto the sheets, when he did, you bounced against the bed causing your breasts to jiggle lewdly in response. His eyes locked onto your stiff nipples and he couldn’t help but swoop down to suction his lips to one of those sensitive buds. The sudden stimulation made your cunt throb uncontrollably, you hissed at the way his tongue worked around your nipple and when his other hand slid up from your back to your other tit you let out a moan and allowed your head to roll over your shoulder in ecstasy.
He knew exactly where to touch, he knew just what got you going and tonight he wouldn’t let you go a second without feeling incredible. You could feel his hand move from your breast to undo his belt and as soon as that belt buckle was loose his pants and boxers were pushed down just enough down to let his aching cock spring free. It was heavy in his hand and even heavier looking as he rested the tip of it against your abdomen. It wasn’t your first time with Dante but in this position his size looked much more intimidating when you saw exactly how deep he’d be once he got inside. Your body was at the edge of the bed, legs folded up to your chest, and your back flat against the sheets. Dante stood over you, two feet on the ground, his hands pinning your knees to your shoulders. The position was putting strain on your back and abdomen, but when you realized exactly what he was doing, it didn’t quite bother you as much.
Dante bent at the hips, taking in every detail of your body, but he just couldn’t get enough of your breasts. They sit squeezed between your thighs, your nipples perked up for him to lean in and start sucking on all over again. The effects of his tongue on your nipples were rather dramatic, your cunt pulsating and spasming with every little touch. His cock was grinding on your clit at the same time, making your head spin while your slick coated both his shaft and your folds.
“Yer’ so wet baby, look at you,” He moaned in between sucking on your nipples. The slurping sounds from his tongue flicking against your nipple filled the room, and occasionally sucking to leave marks against the gentle skin. The sound of his breathing and sucking was audible even through the pleasure induced tinnitus ringing in your ears. Dante was trying to get you so sloppy that you would be begging for him to be inside you. “You’re leaking everywhere and we haven’t even gotten started yet.”
Haven’t gotten started? You were already incredibly riled up, awaiting the penetration you so desperately needed and he says he’s just barely getting started… You let out a little sigh as his hands slid down from your knee to your ankles, spreading your legs further apart so that he could press into you with added pressure, the tip of his cock catching against your sensitive clit.
“Dante, please!” You whimper, the high pitched tone unintentional but easily excusable.
As soon as you pleaded, Dante gave you a smirk, something about that expression told you exactly what you were getting yourself into. He pulled you even closer to the edge of the bed, the moment you threw your head back you felt Dante’s tongue swipe over your engorged clit, then gently sucking on your cunt. You didn’t even bother holding back the gasp that left your lips. His tongue on your clit came as a bit of a surprise but there was no way you were going to complain when your pussy was practically melting for him. You were aching so badly that anything Dante did was welcome and it didn’t take long for him to catch onto what your body wanted, that’s when he really started to get into it, using his tongue and fingers together to tease you and catch every drop of arousal. Dante moaned against your soaked cunt, “Is this whatcha’ wanted? Or was there something else ya’ had in mind?”
He spoke in a tone so tantalizing that you didn’t even bother to respond. He’d never teased you like this before, holding what you so desperately needed over your head. You’d be able to taste yourself off of his tongue once he was done devouring every drop. It was hard to believe you could be so turned on by the mere sight—but it was happening right in front of your eyes. The flat of his tongue stroked your swollen clit over and over, devouring your pussy like he’d been starved of your taste for decades. You were so wet that a small puddle of your juices combined with his saliva had collected on the sheets underneath you.
“Please! Oh God—just fuck me, please!”
“Ah, I had a different plan in mind but I don’t mind giving you what you want,” His voice was so rough and thick with desire that you felt it vibrate through your clit as he spoke into your pussy. He leaned back to stand in between your legs, grabbing ahold of your knees and folding you back into a mating press. The tip of his cock was already soaked, leaking with pre-cum. Dante reached down and stroked himself a few times before lining himself back up right against your entrance. “Ya’ look so pretty like this, and you’ll look even prettier when I fill ya’ up, baby.”
The moment Dante started to press the tip of his cock into your pussy, your body reacted immediately by squeezing around him even before he had a chance to plunge his length inside. Your head was thrown back against the bed while your hands reached out to grab at your legs, spreading yourself open for him. Despite the size difference you’d become accustomed to, he still stretched you out like always. You even insisted on rushing, but the contrast was obvious and made your eyes roll nonetheless. Slowly and with ease, Dante slid all the way in until the anatomy of your cunt wouldn’t let him go any further.
"Fuck—you feel so good,” He groaned, “You always feel so damn good…” This wasn’t the first time you’d gone without a condom but it was the first time the goal was to get you pregnant. The thought was still so foreign to you, but being in a mating press was really what sealed the deal. He couldn’t even fit his full length inside, plus the bulge in your belly was probably the sexiest thing you’d ever experienced. “I’m so deep in ya’, baby, your body’s so perfect for me.” He mumbled before gently rocking his hips back and forth.
You moaned in response, “Mhn—more. Please, don’t stop...” His filthy words were driving you insane.
He bent down and put your legs over his shoulders, his chest now pressed up against yours. Dante leaned in for a kiss, catching every moan and whine you made while he started to move his hips. He was moving faster, so deep that you felt your cervix struggling to hold him back, clearly he felt right at home between your legs, rutting into you like his only goal was to breed. “Baby… Ah—fuck… I love you so much,” His hips collided with yours over and over again, torturing your g-spot and drawing moan after moan from your swollen lips.
“I-I love you too—please… Dante, I’m—oh shit, I'm so close,” You spoke through gritted teeth, your tone wavering as he pounded into that spot deep inside which only he could reach, your hands searched for a place to rest in a bout of overstimulation. You grabbed at the sheets, his back, his hair, you even reached to cover your mouth but Dante immediately swatted your hand away.
“No. Don’t hide ya’ voice,” He leaned down to press his forehead to yours, his face contorted into one of pure ecstasy. Your whines and moans were like music to his ears and he was determined to milk every little cry from your lungs. “Let me hear m’ girl—my wife, I love hearing ya’ say my name.” His words hit your ears in such a way that made your mind go completely blank. The only thing you could think about was how you felt and how much you loved this man, so much so that you’d be willing to care for his child for decades to come.
There was a rush, one that sent shocks from your core and sent varying shivers down your spine, your orgasm was rapidly approaching. Your eyes squeezed shut as your legs went numb, trembling uncontrollably even in his grip. Your hands frantically clawing at Dante’s back. Your moans went from low to high, silent to loud, then they trailed off into desperate pleas as your climax came in waves with each one of Dante’s thrusts, your vision going fuzzy from how hard you had squeezed your eyes shut. “Please, please,” You gasped and moaned, too overwhelmed with pleasure to know what you were even begging for.
“That’s it,” Dante groaned through bared teeth. This was the closest you’d ever been to seeing him break. He was just as vocal as you were, growling and mumbling incoherent praises. “Fuck—baby… I’m gonna breed ya’ so damn g-good…”
You could feel it, this animalistic instinct he had inside him that was just waiting to come out and devour you whole, to mark you as his. The way he thrusted into you with such aggression and purpose made it obvious that if his plan worked, there’d be no turning back, but the thought wasn’t terrifying. You wanted it as bad as he did. “Please, Dante—cum inside, g-give it to me, I want it…” You groaned out as you reached down to press a hand to your bloated stomach again, feeling how his cock bulged beneath the flesh of your lower abdomen. That very image was all he needed to push him over the edge.
“Ngh… that’s right—Ergh… Take it!” His hand moved to grab your thigh, his teeth sank into your neck where a few bruises and hickeys already were from nights prior, the marks so deep he nearly broke skin. The mix of pain and pleasure from your neck, the deep grunts in your ear and the feeling of his cock pulsing inside you sent you spiralling into another orgasm. This time a thick ring of cream formed around his cock. “I’m... I’m close.” He spoke, sweat from his forehead dripping down damp strands of hair. That very thought, him overflowing your cunt with his seed, that alone nearly made your insides clench on reflex as you moaned and cried out in delight.
Dante had never made a sound quite like the one that escaped his mouth at that moment. He was all monster now, pure instinct. His teeth dug into your skin so hard his canines finally broke skin after a few seconds of his jaw crushing against your neck. His fingers would leave behind bruised crescent shapes on your legs where his nails dug into your thighs. He moaned out expletives and curses into your shoulder, disjointed and breathy, but you heard it all and loved every word. After a few more strokes of his cock against the entrance to your womb, he spilled deep inside with a few loud grunts.
He had never made a sound quite like the one that escaped his mouth at that moment. He was all animal now, pure instinct. His teeth dug into your skin so hard his canines broke the skin. His fingers would leave behind bruised fingerprints on your thigh. He moaned out expletives and curses into your shoulder, incoherent and breathy, but you heard it all and loved it. After a few more strokes of his cock against your cervix, he spilled deep inside with a few loud grunts.
He held you closer than he ever had before as if your body was something fragile that he was afraid to break, although he definitely should’ve been just as gentle with you moments ago. Slowly he began to come down from that high, his breathing slowed and his grip relaxed, one of his hands moved to stroke your face and move your hair out of your face. “Sorry,” He panted. “I… might’ve gotten a lil’ bit carried away and.. lost control for a minute there.” He offered a strained chuckle, still trying to regain his composure. “You alright, baby?”
“I’m okay, God… You’re an animal.”
Dante smirked, “Yeah well, you bring that out of me.” He looked down at the state of you, your chest flushed red and covered in marks he made himself, your neck a bruised bloody mess, one of your legs hung over his shoulder and you looked completely out of breath. He leaned down to press a chaste kiss to your lips, “Don’t act like that wasn’t whatcha’ wanted.” He murmured against your mouth.
“You’re right, I can’t deny you.” You giggled and tried to perch yourself up on your arms, your legs now dangling over the side of the bed. He took one deep breath before picking you up again and placing you on the middle of the bed before rushing off toward the bathroom to fetch a towel. That’s when you looked down at his feet, “Are you still wearing your boots?!”
For a second he looked at you, then at the ground, then back toward you.
a/n; funnily enough, i was a dante girl when i got into dmc, now all i seem to write for is vergil,,,
cw; none! maybe one section is a little suggestive, but otherwise this is mainly fluff.
Vergil’s chest is your preferred pillow, sprawled across his lap or between his legs; your preferred place to rest. Said man lets his hand stay burrowed in the tresses cloaking your skull, while his other hand holds a book. You’re forced to read the back cover of a lengthy novella;
‘…secrets of man’s nature,’
‘…depths of evil’ ‘…luminous possibilities of love.’
…Vergil’s gracious enough to leave a few inches between it and your face.
At the very least it has a pretty picture of a cottage to go along with it and not a portrait of the author's face. You can’t bear to stare at Blake’s face any longer, so, this is a nice change of pace.
But you didn’t exactly intend to spend your morning staring at a paperback.
And your intended isn’t exactly showing any signs of changing courses anytime soon, when Vergil gets that furrowed brow, you know he’s enthralled.
You sigh, a long drawn out thing that screams ‘pay attention to me’, the only complaint you have is when Vergil reads anything other than poetry, he gets lost in it. For the past hour there’s been no;
‘This section, would you like to hear me recite it?’
‘Would you be willing to indulge me? I believe…’
‘Have you ever read anything like this? No? You’ve missed out then, if you would allow me to—’
And very rarely;
‘…Do you believe we’re like the lovers in this passage?’
Instead all he’s been doing is ignoring your slighted glare. His only response, the rustle of a page turning and a slight shift to accommodate you further. You hate him. You adore him. Obsession is too light a word to describe what you feel for Vergil.
“Vergil.”
Nothing. You still stare up at him, plastered on your face is an expression that might rival that of a fat pudgy cat expecting another treat from its owner. However, even the most subservient of owners must put their foot down eventually, Vergil is still deciding if today is that day.
You’re confident it isn’t. You can wear his walls down.
You try again. “Vergil.”
Blank. But his lips twitched. That’s one stone tumbling off the ramparts.
“Verge.”
That gets him. It annoys him. But it gets him to react and that’s a win in your book.
You suck your lips in as if it doesn’t further enunciate your smile when you see one pale blue eye slide down to meet yours, what little he has of a brow dips down to furrow.
You’re beaming at him, and if he’s as smart of a man as he claims to be, then he knows what you’re thinking of doing.
“What.” He says it flatly and you wonder what it is you even see in him. Your lover is frigid.
You’re silent for a moment, cataloguing your beloved's face as if it’s the first time you’re seeing him and not the thousandths.
Vergil’s eyes are deep-setted and gorgeous, his brows are thin and as previously stated, all but nonexistent unless the light shines on them just so, his lips are plush and kissable, pouty when he sleeps, thin and tucked away when his brother annoys him or his son says something particularly Dante-like.
But, his pupils dilate just so when he stares down at you and you wonder if Vergil does the same thing you do when he looks down at you like this, if he adores your dopey smile as much as you adore his cold stare.
Your hand comes up to cup his cheek, and you confirm your theory to be true when he presses it further against your palm. He’s cold to the touch, yet late at night you know him to be a pillar of warmth, when the sun's up and you're away from the privacy of your shared bedroom with it's blankets and pillows and lockable doors; you just have to coax it out of him.
“I love you.” You murmur, low and honeyed. Vergil exhales as if you’ve annoyed him, but his own fingers betray him. They rub back and forth through your hair and against your scalp, his glare doesn’t soften, but the set of his jaw does.
“You’re peculiar.” Vergil isn’t one to talk.
“How?” You know what he’ll say, and you regret giving him the opening.
“You are well aware of who I am, what I've done,” Vergil starts and you nearly roll your eyes.
Here he goes again, droning on about how you deserve better, someone normal. A man who could age with you and die with you. Someone who hasn’t tried to end humanity twice. Someone you can bring home to your parents.
You’d love to mimic his droll flat tone and spout the words you’ve come to memorize, intone them just so ; ‘I cannot give you the softness you deserve, I can only give you myself as I am—’, but last time you did so, he all but mauled you in bed as pay back, sunk his teeth deep until his canines met, pinched muscle between them rather ruthlessly and left marks you swore you saw Dante laughing at and Nero cringing at--
Wait.
Your mind snags on that particular memory, you claw for it to come back as it fades. Vergil’s lips closed around your shoulder, his teeth drawing blood, his grunts bordering into growls, his hips smacking against yours…
A repeat isn’t such a bad idea, actually. A refresher.
It’s actually probably really needed just so you never think of doing it again, actually.
But.
Vergil pulls you from your thoughts before the idea could fully take root. He knows that distant scheming look, a nudge brings you back to the surface.
“…and yet you’re still here expectant.”
You snort. Of course you’re still here. You know Vergil’s game by now. He’ll point out his flaws like an insecure teenager fishing for compliments, and when he gets said compliments (in this case, reassurance) he’ll go quiet and silently preen.
He’s predictable here only because this is the only battleground where you have the upper hand. What Vergil lacks in experience when it comes to navigating romance, you have in spades. He probably thinks he's being subtle using this tactic, he's as loud as a siren.
You shrug. “I’m here because I love you.”
Vergil’s eyes narrow. Everything fell on deaf ears again, but those three little words get a ‘hmmph’ from him. Satisfactory. You hadn’t said it much all morning and he was beginning to worry.
Love is, again, a light word to use. It didn’t matter if you didn’t hear his whole spiel, surely he’s found some new flaw to tack on, not that it would matter.
Sparda himself couldn’t pry you away from his son.
Truth be told, Vergil doesn’t understand what exactly it is you see in him, he’s waiting every single day for the other shoe to drop, after life like he’s had, nothing could be this easy without it being a set up. But that day has yet to come, and you’re keen to keep it like that.
That settles that. Vergil’s content to set his book aside and pay you the attention you’re due. It closes with a loud thump and once it's on the end table, his arms wrap around your upper half gently. His chin rests atop your head, you smell nice. Like him, as you should, given he’d washed your hair with his soap earlier.
Vergil tucks your face further against him. If you keep peering up like that at him, he might fold and give in to whatever wicked whim you’re wishing for. (There isn’t much resistance to begin with, Devil May Cry is blessedly empty, the fact you left the shower at all and unscathed is a miracle.)
For now, however, you’re both more than happy to soak in each other’s presence, content to be within the others arms. The sun streams in from the window, melts away your worries on mornings like these, warms your back just enough to coax a very long sigh from you and everything falls into place.
PAIRING: Vergil x Reader
SUMMARY: You've noticed Vergil has been behaving more distantly towards you, and he will not tell you what is wrong. You decided to provoke him to get him to confess, but you left the office pissed, thinking you failed. Along the way, you ran into your ex and caught up with each other at a store. Once you arrive home, you find a white-haired intruder in your home, and he's pissed.
WARNINGS: Mating Cycle, Slight Stalking, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Cunnilingus, Devil Trigger Tongue, Sin Devil Trigger Sex, Dirty Talk, Overstimulation, Creampie.
WORD COUNT: 5,513
Notes: I honestly think this one is probably more filthy than my Amorous fic. If you can't tell by now, I really like Vergil Devil Trigger.
DMC MASTERLIST
You left the office seething after getting into a spat with Vergil due to how he had been acting toward you lately. He has suddenly become cold and distant, and his replies to you have been shorter than usual. Every time you touch him, he hisses and moves away, acting as if you burn him. He has been frequently isolating himself in his room and has not touched you since he started acting this way. Honestly, you would be lying if you said his action didn't hurt your feelings and make you feel undesirable.
Your "relationship" with him is obviously not the norm. He always has a stoic and cold demeanor, but you pick up on some of the telltale signs from his body language and behavior that you learn over the course of your time together. When you speak affectionately to him, he may act like it doesn't affect him, but his ears will turn slightly red. Another thing you notice is that he will come and sit near you, then move closer, but will wait for you to close the distance. Once you do, a small smirk forms on his lips in satisfaction, and he will shift his leg to touch yours while he enjoys your present as he reads. When you do touch him, he lets you explore him, his eyes daring you to continue before he takes control and takes you to his room.
So this sudden, strange behavior has left you confused and dumbfounded. You were going to try to pry an answer from him, and if it meant provoking him, then so be it.
You were able to catch and corner Vergil in the Devil May Cry office. When you walk into the office, you find him reading on the couch. You walked over to him, eyes boring into him as you stopped and loomed over him.
His jaw clenches as the grip on his book tightens, trying his best not to notice your thighs behind his book.
You were wearing a very particular skirt that he felt very keen on when you wore it. It may be a dirty tactic, but what other way are you going to pull a very stubborn demon's attention?
"Why are you avoiding me and being weird?" You asked, placing a hand on your hip — Well, actually, he is weird, but he's being weirder than usual.
A scowl formed on his face as he shifted his legs, spreading them wider. His gaze never left the book in his hand, but you knew you were affecting him. Though his attempt at nonchalance nearly makes your eye twitch.
"I do not know what you mean," he stoically answered.
You're trying hard to hold your frustration in and not snatch the book and throw it across the office.
"Hm, really? So, you hissing and acting as if I burned you when I touch you, and being holed up in your room every time I'm over is normal?" You inquired annoyingly, folding your arms.
The man let out a sigh and closed the book in his hand.
"No, but do not concern yourself too much with my behavior." He still did not meet your gaze but instead looked to the side.
"It's best if you keep your distance for a while." He stated flatly.
You frown at his words, a flicker of anger courses through you. You close your eyes, trying to calm your raging thoughts as you take a deep breath. You know he's leaving you in the dark about whatever he's got going on. Nevertheless, his words still stung a bit.
Since he's not budging, might as well push his button one last time.
"Fine, don't tell me." You huffed and spun around, stomping towards the entrance.
"Oh, just so you know, I'm not wearing any panties. So I wonder who will be the lucky one to find out." You slyly proclaimed before exiting the office, slamming the door behind you. You know it was immature, but this damn demon is no better. Might as well try to blue-ball him since you have been spending these last few nights pissed and needy. There's only so much a damn toy can do.
It was already very late at night, but you needed to get some stuff for dinner before heading back to your apartment. So you found yourself in a small mom-and-pop food mart, standing in an aisle trying to decide which type of pasta to get. It was hard to concentrate and make a decision when you're still feeling pissed, and the tightness in your chest is not helping either. Your hand moves to your chest and rubs to soothe the ache. Your grip on the basket handle tightens as you ponder.
Damn it, Vergil.
Suddenly, you're pulled from your thoughts when you hear your name from a man's voice. You snap your head towards the direction of where the voice came from, searching around till your eyes land on a familiar face, your ex. Your brows raise in surprise. You haven't seen them in years since your breakup. It was a mutual decision to separate, leaving the relationship on a good note.
You greet them with a smile as they walk over to you. You spent a couple of minutes catching up with them, answering their questions like "How have you been?" and "It's so nice to see you. What have you been up to?"
As you chatted with them, you finished up your grocery shopping. While you try to walk out of the store with your brown bags of groceries in both arms, you almost trip, only for your ex to pull you close to him to prevent you from falling.
"Oh! Thanks, I'm sorry I didn't mean to be clumsy." You chuckled, moving yourself from their arms.
"It's cool. If you're walking in that direction, I wouldn't mind helping you with your groceries." He asked.
"How nice of you, but I'm okay—"
"Please, I insist. I would like to help you before we go our separate ways."
You stood for a bit, debating whether to accept their help. You were a little hesitant to accept their kind gesture, but why not?
You agree and give him one of your grocery bags and walk in the direction of your apartment. You continue the conversation along the way when suddenly you start to feel a prickly sensation behind your neck. The weird feeling of being watched hits you, making you glance over your shoulder. Only to see nothing but the sidewalk and lampposts lighting the night. You frown, confused as to why you're getting this feeling.
"So do you have a boyfriend?" He asked, his question snapping your attention back to him.
Boyfriend?
Well, you are "seeing" Vergil, but he didn't really ask you out or label himself your boyfriend. You guys just found out you like each other's company and have sex. You wonder if he ever really thought about advancing the relationship. Though you're not going to tell people he's your boyfriend until he puts on his big-boy pants and communicates it. It may take him tooth and nail since he's stubborn, but you can slowly get him there.
"Hmm, well, I don't have a 'boyfriend.' So, let's just say that," you answer.
Once you near your apartment building, you say your goodbyes before they pull you into a half-hug and hand over your other bag of groceries. You wave goodbye, watching them disappear into the night. The eerie feeling of being watched comes back. You look around, but there's nothing out of the ordinary.
You sigh, maybe you're just all wired up from today. You walk to your building and enter, heading up towards your apartment.
Once you reach your door, you shuffle the bags around to open it. You enter your dark apartment with another sigh as you recall what happened earlier in the office. You feel emotions from earlier flooding back.
Irked with Vergil's weird demeanor toward you, you set your groceries with a huff on your kitchen table. "Well, at least it was nice to run into him," you mutter.
"Was it now?" A cold voice said behind you.
You shrieked as you fumbled in the dark to turn the lights on. Once your fingers found the light switch, soft, warm light flooded your kitchen. In the poorly lit apartment, you find the white-haired intruder standing in your living room.
"Vergil! Oh my god, you scared the shit out of me," you rasped, gripping your chest, your heart beating fast underneath your hand. You swear sometimes he can act like a creature from the night.
Well, he is a half-demon.
Plus, what can you expect from a man who lives half his life in hell?
You took a deep breath to try to calm your beating heart.
"Who is he?" He suddenly asked.
Your brows knitted in confusion, moving your hand from your chest.
"Who are you talking about, Vergil?"
"That human whom you just conversed with." He hissed, slowly stepping toward you.
Wait, hold up, how does he know about that? Did he follow you?
"That was my ex. Did you follow—"You took a step back.
Before you can finish, he swiftly presses you against the door. You gasp as he firmly grips your chin between his gloved fingers, caging you underneath his towering figure against the door.
Your breath hitches as his pupil changes to a slitted form, and the blue of his eyes seems more vibrant, like it's glowing.
You see something bluish spreading up his neck and temple. Are those scales?!
"You let him touch you, I can smell his stench on you. Was he going to be the 'lucky one'?" He growled, his scowl deepening as his grip tightened on your chin.
He stared down at you with a dangerous, wild look in his eyes. Confusion and questions flood your mind.
What's going on with him? Why is he acting this way? You never really saw him like this.
"Vergil, what are you saying? He did not touch me, nothing happened." You argued, your hand gripping his wrist, wrapping your fingers around his exposed skin. He hissed at your sudden touch.
Before you can question what's going on with his physical appearance, the grip on your chin loosens, and you are swiftly swung over his shoulder.
"Whoa—Vergil!" You squeal, squirming in his hold as he quickly carries you to your dim bedroom. You're tossed onto the bed, your back hitting the mattress with a squeak.
You lift your head to see in your dark bedroom the moonlight streaming through your windows and a pair of gleaming azure orbs staring at you from the end of your bed.
Vergil shuffled off his coat as he stared at you with a predatory and hungry look, sending a shiver down your spine. His fingers worked swiftly to open his vest, exposing his porcelain, muscular physique underneath.
"If I recall, you said to that lowly human, 'No boyfriend.'" He sneered, hearing the anger in his voice.
Your eyes widened, your suspicion that he was following you was confirmed. Suddenly, anger began to course through you.
He overheard the conversation between you and your ex, and that's not what pissed you off. It's that he dared to be angry that you didn't say you had a boyfriend.
Ha, the audacity.
"That's right! I did say that, if I recall, no one asked me to be their girlfriend!" You grabbed the pillow behind you. "So technically I'm no one's!" You retorted as you threw the pillow angrily at him.
Vergil, having natural reflexes, grabbed the pillow easily before it could hit him. Your eyes widen as you notice his hands were partially triggered. Blue scale-like skin covers his hands, and his fingers become long, sharp claws. He slowly moved the pillow away from his face. Showing his pissed, scowling expression as flashes of blue energy flickered around him.
Oh fuck.
You felt your heart drop.
The instincts of fight or flight were screaming at you. You dash off the bed to run, but you barely take a couple of steps before strong, muscular arms grab you from behind. You shriek as you're lifted. "Wait! That's not fair, Vergil!"
Your arms are trapped under his, your back flush against his chest, feeling the heat radiating from his body.
"Foolish woman, what's unjust is wearing that short cloth to provoke me and, no less, wearing it around that pathetic human." He lowly growled in your ear, the warmth of his breath fanning against your ear.
Your face flushes in embarrassment as you squirm in his hold, legs swinging wildly to try and break free—you know it's futile, but you're not going to be easy.
"Well—I wouldn't have done it if your stubborn ass hadn't been avoiding me!" You retorted.
Vergil snarled at your response in an instant, one of his clawed hands shredding your top, exposing your breast. You gasped as his rough hand groped your breast, kneading the soft mound.
"I kept you at a distance to protect you." He hissed.
Confused, you try to make sense of what he means, but moans slip from your lips. Your thought muddled as he began to tease and tug your tender bud between his rough claw fingers—making your back arch against him.
Your body instantly begins to respond to his touch. Heat spreads from your stomach and travels down to your pussy.
"Yet you wanted to entice me and indulge in a dangerous game," he rasped out, his lips tracing down your neck and nibbling your sensitive skin, "while I endeavor not to ruin you on the spot while I'm in a rut." He muttered against your neck.
Your eyes widened once your brain finally processed his words—he was in heat.
His recent behavior finally made sense, like a puzzle piece finally clicking into place in your brain.
"I—I didn't know. I would have been happy to help you—" You yelp as he suddenly moves you in front of a full-length mirror in your room. Revealing the white-haired man holding you tight in his arms.
You moan and arch your back more as he moves his claw hand to tease your other sensitive bud. His blue eyes were watching you intensely through the reflection of the mirror—hungrily and angrily. You clench your thighs, feeling the wetness that pools between them.
"Foolishness, you do not know what that entails." He growled, whimpering as he pinched your hard bud harshly between his fingers.
"Nonetheless, you will now fully know who you belong to after I'm done with you."
He abruptly moved you to lie on the floor, your back pressing into the faux-fluffy rug underneath you. His scaled hand grips your thighs and spreads your legs apart—making the skirt you provoked him with earlier hike up your thighs.
You really played with fire today. You pissed off a horny half-demon while he was in heat. Your brain was still trying to process that he—Vergil Sparada, the Dark Slayer—has heat cycles. Your stomach fluttered at the thought of what a very horny Vergil would do to you in this feral state.
A low growl rumbled in his chest as he stared between your thighs—your panties drenched. "Promiscuous liar." With one clawed hand, he tears the soaked fabric off you. You gasp as he yanks the lower half of your body off the ground, bringing your cunt close to his face.
Your breath hitches as his lips trail down your inner thighs, feeling his hot breath fan over your skin. His nostrils flare as he draws in your scent, a low growl rumbling from his throat. Vergil's scowl deepened, eyes glinting with ferocity.
"Mine." He snarled out before he sank his teeth into your thigh.
"Ver—Vergil!" You cry out, the possessive bite sending a mixture of pain and pleasure to your core. He unlatches his teeth from your thigh, leaving behind angry red marks.
Your eyes widened as a blue serpentine tongue slid out between his lips—his tongue had also been triggered. He laves the marking, the hot, wet sensation sending shivers through you. You realized that the texture of his tongue was slightly rougher and ridged.
He withdrew the blue appendage back in his mouth and moved to hover over your glistening folds. You felt your heart beating fast in anticipation as blue feline eyes watched you closely.
"That pathetic human can never satisfy you." He lowly growled out. You realized that Vergil was feeling jealous and territorial. It probably doesn't help that his heat probably amplifies those feelings by tenfold.
You try to reassure him, but before the word can be spoken, he leans in and glides his blue serpentine tongue between your folds.
A moan tore from your lips as hot pleasure jolted through your body. He drags his tongue flat against your clit, the rough ridge texture making you squirm and cry out from how fucking good it feels. You try to buckle your hips, but this only makes Vergil growl against your cunt. His clawed hands firmly hold you in place, feeling them prick your skin, adding to the sensation as he continues to glide his tongue over the sensitive nerve over and over.
With one last lap over your clit, he plunges the thick appendage into your needy, wet hole. You cry out as you feel your cunt stretch around his tongue. A low growl tears from his throat as he relishes the taste of you, sending vibrations through your cunt. Your fingers claw at the rug under you when he begins to thrust his tongue, feeling the thick muscle travel deeper each time he drives into you.
The sensation was like no other. The rough ridge of his serpentine tongue drags against your walls every time he thrusts in and out, making your toes curl.
"Fuck V-Vergil!" You sob out, the sight above you stirs you on more, feeling your pussy clenching around his tongue more, causing him to groan against your cunt. His serpentine tongue plunges past your clenching walls, finding a sensitive spongy spot and dragging across it. You sobbed out as your shoulder digs more into the rug, arching your back in the air from the sudden new pleasure. Hot, churning pleasure begins to coil in your lower stomach as he continues to attack your sweet spot. You become a squirming, moaning mess underneath him as each stroke sends you closer to the edge.
The coil in your lower belly snaps. You cry out his name as your body shakes from pleasure engulfing you, your walls flutter and come around his serpentine tongue. He pulled your cunt closer to his mouth, whimpers falling from your lips as he continued to plunge his tongue into your sensitive hole—devouring every drop of your essence.
The room temperature began to feel warmer, but you were too busy to notice.
Once he was satisfied, he removed the long blue appendage from your pussy and lowered your body back down. You lie on the rug staring up at the ceiling, trying to catch your breath from the intense orgasm you just had.
Suddenly, blue electric lights flicker above you. You raise your head to see Vergil scowling and panting, his lips and chin glistening with your slickness. The flicker of blue light increases around him as he stares down at you with eyes filled with lust and a look that shows he is struggling to control himself. Unfortunately, he lost the fight against this struggle.
Blue demonic energy engulfed his body, transforming him. You close your eyes as the blinding blue light fills the room.
Once the light disappeared, you opened your eyes to find that Vergil's human form had vanished. Instead, it was replaced with a familiar, hulking blue beast, crouching over you on the rug—watching you with burning, iris-less indigo eyes. You slowly sat up, as your gaze skimmed over him, taking in his sin devil trigger. You've seen his demonic form occasionally at a distance when he came along on jobs, but never this up close. The end of his tube-like horns burns with blue demonic energy, his body is covered in azure rock-like scales, along with thick spikes and ridges, and a blue V-shaped crack on his chest that glows with blue demonic energy. You didn't feel fear, maybe a little nervous from how huge and intimidating he was. Even so, you were enthralled.
Your gaze lowers to between his legs to see that his crotch has a shell-like armor covering it. You were about to question yourself if he had a penis when your eyes widened as you saw something blue pushing out a hidden slit—it was his cock. His cock was a dark blue, the head was tapered, and the shaft was rigid and thick down to the base, while the tip leaked with blue glowing fluid. Your thighs clench at the thought of him fitting that in you; it's almost the size of your forearm. Nervously, you shift back on the rug. "Heyy, um, how about we take—"Suddenly, you felt something wrap your thigh and shriek as it yanked you flat back down on the rug. You look down at your calf to see that it was his tail that wrapped around it."Foolish girl," his static voice sent shivers down your spine as he moved to loom over you, filling your entire vision. Your gaze fell into his burning one, unable to decipher any emotion on his demonic face. Being this close to him, you could feel heat and static over your skin from the demon energy he was emitting."You're mine. Mine to mate," he growled.
You were stunned by his animalistic words until you realized that his rut is taking over his mind. The controlled compose side of Vergil is being overpowered by his primal demonic urges. Without any time to process and think of something to say, his tail moved to wrap around your hips and flip you on your stomach. You let out a huff from this sudden manhandling. He leans back to swiftly pull you up and position you on your hands and knees.
You breathe hitches when you look ahead to see your reflection in the full-length mirror. A blue beast looming behind you, his tail unwrapping itself from your hips. Clawed, scaled hands grip your hips as he moves to position himself behind you. Your heart begins to race when his cock hovers above your ass, hanging heavy with need. You notice the height difference between you and him. He is a foot and a half taller in his sin devil trigger, making you feel small under him.
You squeal as he lifts your hips, causing your knees to leave the ground when he pulls your ass closer to position you to align your pussy to his cock. His tapered head begins to nudge your glistening folds, still slick from your previous orgasm and his tongue. "V-Vergil! Wait, it won't fit!" you stammered out nervously. A low growl rumble from his chest, "Do not fret. You will take me." He begins to ease the head of cock in. You gasp as tears pool on your lash line from the searing stretch and pressure. Making you claw at the fux rug underneath you.
He stopped halfway, feeling the resistance from your walls. His tail wraps around your waist to hold you in place as he moves a claw hand under you—finding your sensitive, raw bud. Moans fall from your lips as he begins to rub circles on your clit. The rough texture of his scaled finger felt good, causing your pussy to clamp down.
A low gruttal groan came from the blue demon. He dragged his cock out, leaving the tip in before he gave your hole a couple of short, shallow thrusts. The added stimulation pulled strangled moans from you, the teasing sending you over the edge. Your walls spasm as juices gush over his cock, coating his tip and mid shaft. You felt him still behind you, trembling in his hold as you pant, trying to come down from your climax. The sting between your legs begins to subside as you feel yourself start to relax more around his shaft.
Without warning, he shoved the rest of his length in, driving the air out of your lungs. Pleasure and pain shot through you as he slides in enough to barely sheathe himself in your poor pussy. Broken whimpers fall from your mouth, your walls contracting around repeatedly trying to accommodate him. You sudder from the overwhelming fullness—if you were able to look down, you would guess you would have a bulge in your lower belly.
A satisfied purr-like sound came behind as your velvety walls squeezed his demonic cock impossibly tight. You shakily lift your head to look into the mirror to see his wings flutter behind him a bit as if enjoying the softness and tightness of your wet hole.
"Mine only." He grumbled once more before he withdrew and plunged into you again. He went even deeper, slamming against your cervix, bruising it. You cry out as he starts a series of long, slow, possessive strokes.
All the strength left in your arms as you felt bliss and pain be driven into you. Before your chest could hit the rug, you felt his tail slither between your breasts to support your upper body. The tip of his tail nudges underneath your chin to angle you to look ahead in the mirror.
The view in the mirror was debauched, seeing a beast fucking into you as he watches you with that azure burning gaze. You were a disheveled, moaning mess slowly drowning in pleasure—and you could not get enough of the view.
"Tell me he is nothing compared to me." He snarled, his static voice sending goosebumps through you. He stops and holds himself buried to the hilt. You whimper and become desperate, missing the otherworldly bliss he was giving you.
"He can't please you like I have. Say it," he pushed himself deeper into you—you breathlessly moan, clenching the rug between your fingers tighter.
"He is nothing like you. He doesn't please me like you, Vergil, please!" You babbled out, all sense of self-preservation going out the window as your eyes pleaded for him to continue through the mirror.
A low gravelly rumble rolled from his chest—satisfied with your response, he rolled his hips back and drove into you.
Your bottom slams against his scaled pelvis as he begins to pound into you, claw hands holding you in place, mercifully accelerating the rhythm at your desperate moans.
You feel a sweet ache in your lower belly every time he drives into you, slowly turning into a molten curling heat, sending you closer to the edge.
If the speed and strength from his pounding weren't enough, your eyes almost cross from the marvelous feeling of his ridges repeatedly dragging against your tight inner walls, reaching spots inside you you didn't even know existed. Unable to close your mouth from panting, hypnotized by the raw pleasure he was giving you, you chant his name like a prayer.
Your body goes taut, the coil in your lower stomach snaps, and searing pleasure shoots through your body.
You cry out as your climax slams into you like a struck chord. He snarled as your pussy spasmed around him, gripping him tighter.
The grip of his claw fingers digs into your hips, bruising your skin. You'll definitely have marks reminding you of this.
He thrusts into you at neck-breaking pace as he continues to use you. He was entranced, wild and rough, focusing on his own pleasure and the need to fill you.
You gasp as you begin to feel his cock swell, it feels like there shouldn't be enough space inside you to fit him.
A roar came behind you before he slams one last time into you, pushing himself deep as his seed pumps into your pussy. You felt your stomach swell, the sheer volume he produces was so much that it spilled out around his cock. His cock continues to defy the limits of your human capacity.
"fuck," you whimper as you shudder from the most full feeling in your life.
Your head was spinning in bliss as you stared at yourself in the mirror. Vergil slowly pulled his cock out of you, jolting from feeling ridges drag against your sensitive walls. He lowered your knee back down on the rug before removing his tail from underneath you. You fell onto your stomach, feeling more of his seed seeping out of you. You can still feel your inner wall pulsing from the aftermath of your climax, your entire body feeling weightless and exhausted.
The blue flickering light appears in the dim bedroom again and quickly vanishes. You assume he transforms back and is staring down at your disheveled form, which you can only assume is your face pressed against the rug, breathless with your skirt bunch on your waist, shirt ruined, and his seed dripping out between your thighs.
You felt hands suddenly grab you, pull you away from the floor, and then into his arms. Carrying you in bridal style to your bed. You peek up at him as he sets you down, noticing the blue scales on his neck and temple have disappeared. You gaze at his face to see that he has his typical scowl, but you notice the slight concern in his eyes.
You can only assume that he was worried if he had hurt you, but not really. Just really fucked out and some marks and bruises on your hips that you're probably gonna feel for a while.
"I feel like I have been rejuvenated." You jokingly said, voice slightly raspy and out of breath, trying to lighten the mood.
"Foolish woman," he grumbled, his scowl deepening as the bed dipped as he sat next to you. Looking over you to make sure you don't have any injuries.
"I'm kidding. But you know you could have just told me about your problem."
"You cannot handle it."
"Uh, yes, I can and did." You argue, gesturing toward the evidence between your thighs.
"And besides, what happened earlier?" You questioned, you were curious to know what he would say.
Vergil folds his arms and looks away, "I…I was unable to think straight. Right after you made that perilous comment, my mind went into a frenzy. Therefore, I went after you."
You wait for him to continue, his eyes shift around the room, as if embarrassed to continue, "When I saw that human touch you, it infuriated me. But your answer to his question was what enraged me." He admitted, turning his gaze to you.
"My…feelings and thoughts were amplified and clouded by my rut. Therefore, my control of myself was gone when you declared you had no partner." He finally explained, placing his hand beside your side to lean over you.
Your heart flutters from how close he is and how intensely he is looking at you—waiting for you to say something.
"W-well, you never clarified the relationship, and I didn't know if you would want to be my "boyfriend". So I simply said no." You said clearly your throat, "and besides, I wasn't gonna be the one to just say it. So if you don't like that, then you just have to ask me to be your girlfriend." You huffed, looking away, and you could feel the heat creeping in your face from embarrassment.
Silence hung in the air for a bit.
"Would you please be my girlfriend?" He said, breaking the silence.
You slowly turn your gaze back to see Vergil looking to the side, noticing his ear turning pink. Honestly, you didn't really think you would see the day Vergil asks you out so soon. You really thought it would be a while, but it seems your half-demon really wants you to be his.
"Yes, I would like to be your girlfriend."You answer, feeling warmth bloom in your chest. Once the answer settled in, he turned to look back. This time, you notice the scales are slowly creeping back, "Good." He said before he moves to kneel over you on the bed. A hand reaching down to tear and rip the rest of your shirt away.
"What the—"
You yelp as he grabs a thigh in each hand and yanks you down closer to him, "Then continue to help me." He whispered, your heart quickly beating in your chest as he lowers himself over you. "As you said, you can handle it."
Well, shit, you did say that, but you didn't expect him to get right into it again so fast.
And so forth, you help your boyfriend with his heat all night and week until his heat was gone.
Notes: I kinda rushed it at the end, been working on this fix for 3 months slowly. I hope you enjoyed it!
Kinda a continuation of that drawing I did a while ago of them dancing💗 Lalalalaaa feeding my delulu ahh with more Danlady because Capcom won't give me what I want ;-;
