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Series
Devil May Cry
Raven's Conspiracy {1} {2} {3} {4} {5}
This is about my OC Raven. Raven grew up with some interesting people, and has seen some strange things. She's now a successful Demon Hunter, supernatural expert and kick ass bounty hunter, but she wasn't always. This is how she gets there with a little help from her friends. That is if you call the legendary demon twins, friends. The crazy part? They're the only family she's ever known. What harm could come from adding a demon clone, a half-blood orphan and a handful of humans to that list?
I've written other stuff for other fandoms like Castlevania and Hellsing, but they need to be cleaned up first. ^^: Also I'm sure I'll be adding in some side quest type stories later on.
Can I make a request for some DMC Vergil content for Kink-tober?
#31: Consensual aphrodisiac use (Vergil receiving)
#4: Heat
#23: Mutual masturbation
Sorry given the schedule change this took so long but anyway hope you enjoy... I think I maaaay have gone a bit to horny with the idea sub!Vergil in this scenario 😅
Day 31: consensual aphrodisiac use
(This work includes gender neutral!reader)
(NSFW under the cut as always)
Vergil likes taking challenges, he likes personal improvement and proving himself capable, even in his older age, that he can keep up and keep passing himself - no matter what the set target skill is he will surpass himself no matter what.
...that is how he finds himself responsible for the predicament he has currently set himself in; face hot and sweat as slivery hair practicallclings to his forehead, his eyes are tear shot yet they're rolled strained as they just about rolled back into his skull as your hand presses him face first into the battered mattress below, his hands sprouting into devilish claws shredding the sheets below him... a very much different sight to behold compared to when you had begun; when Vergil, neatly prim and proper as always, is who first suggested trying out the small blue bottle he held in his hand, which it in itself surprised you, given what the contents of rose colored liquid contained within... it's origins and exactly how and where you obtained such a demonic aphrodisiac a long complex in itself best to left in the dark, but what catches you off guard most about it is the moment when he downed it himself, cocky grin just radiating that Sparda trademarked confidence as he licked at his lips at the rosy leftovers dripped from his lips and already tugging off his vests followed by a cheeky flick of pointer and middle fingers luring you over to test and see what you could do.
Vergil on the other hand didn't expect it to be so... effective. During he's traveling days he's messed with relics and spells with similar effects all in the motivation of his curiosity of his research but nothing really have much effect on him than just the subtle flushing of skin or briefest of erections but this to Vergil was certainly... different. No matter what he can do there's this sense of burning shuddering all throughout his core pumping into him constantly making him aware of just every single part of him that can only be relived by your hands on his skin, your touch, even if normal circumstances he won't admit to it out loud of bring so touch starved now its multiplied a hundred fold but now he's not afraid to admit out loud as he practically is sobbing out for you to touch him everywhere.
His brain is practically fired as you rest over top of him, the skin on skin contact of your chest pressed up against his back and you're sweet warm kisses and bites litter his shoulders and neck with every move you make of you fingers thrusting right into him hitting his sweet spot over and over where your practically abusing it gets him screaming underneath you. Your other hand that isn't occupied with his hole leaves the son of Sparda's messy hair to travel down his back and then around his waist to reach between his legs and inch slowly towards his cock, which amusedly he doesn't seem to notice until his whole body jerks up with a loud hissed out curse than evolves into a sobbed out groan when immediately your head leaves his twitching prick to shove him back down into the mattress where you had him - with a bunch of jumbled apologies you just know if Vergil was in unhorny sober state of mind he would be practically cringing to hear himself utter, which you take pity on him and return with going right back to wrapping your fingers around his begging cock.
"You're doing so good," Your voice sounds so heavenly above him each word he clings onto with each pump your fist, already wet with his leaking arousal, he feels so spoiled. "Do you think you can come, just like this?" You ask with an extra prominent thrust of your fingers pressed right against the sweet spot of his hole. It takes a whole lot of of him to get out his answer but you patiently wait on him.
"Y-yes." He practically wheezes out, not giving a damn about the flashes of intrusive thinking of how pathetic and small he must look right now. Suddenly a sweet kiss is up against his lips before you show him a tender smile. "Good, I'm glad." His heart flutters in his chest as he looks back at you, almost deer in headlights like before everything cutting off the moment you start fucking harder into him.
It turns incoherent, whimpers and cries of curses mixed with your name but nothing exactly tangible besides the noises encourage to go on - harder, deeper, faster, anything to bring him to that end and the second he does he almost triggers completely with how the sudden compulsion of air radiates him with light blue demonic embers catching the air, but in the end he doesn't and manages to hold on - though with claws instead where human and should be finally pushing along the final stretch to decide that you definitely need a new mattress after this.
Still the burning scorches his being although not as much as his climax drips from his cock onto ruined sheets, giving him a brief nice cooling period before he ultimately gathers himself (well, at least best he could) to look back at you. You give him a cheeky grin as you pull out of him.
"I think I win that one." This earns you a genuine round of laughter from your love, him pushing him up a bit to rest him on his knees.
"Oh... is that what you think?" You're eyes flicker over and around to inspect your work.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I think so."
"How long did you say it'd last?"
"A good several hours, give or take." The son of Sparda give you a subtle nod before immediately tricking over and pushing you down on your back, your wrists pinned and his face still red and siam with sweat only inches away from yours as his hair falls down to tickle your forehead and his conniving smirk oh so prevalent.
"Then I think we have plenty of time to make up this score."
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AN: This is the sixth chapter to a story I’m writing with my OC Raven. I’m not sure how often I’ll get new chapters up right now. I’m very critical of my own writing and it makes for difficulties writing let alone posting.
Side note to the Author's Note: I had to retype sixth one too many times... it kept coming up sith... XD
Universe: DMC
Warnings: typical sibling rivalry, fluff, etc
Vergil x oc!Raven x Dante
If you have ideas for childhood hijinks (I don’t have sibs so not sure what to add in) suggest something and I’ll see if I can fit it story wise. If you like what you read please tell me! I like feedback but please be respectful. As much as I want people to read what I write it isn’t necessarily the end goal. Also if you do reblog please don’t edit or claim as yours.
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Dante huffed in exasperation at his brother for asking yet another question of dad. They had been talking about the summer fair in town walking through the foyer. They had been heading towards their mother’s sunroom, but Vergil had headed straight to their father as soon as he saw him. He was probably asking another question on some imagined flaw in his technique or timing. Dante rolled his eyes. Vergil was already a good fighter. He didn’t need extra lessons so why all the questions? Dante walked up behind his brother and smacked the back of his head as he stepped up next to him.
“Dante, what was that for?” Vergil demanded his eyes narrow as he shifted slightly looking to his left.
"Come on Verge, aren't you worried 'bout missin’ class? Raven’s gonna be all dressed up.” Dante gave an exaggerated tilt to his head then smacked his fist into his hand. “Well, I’m sure Raven would be fine if I took your place this time.” As Dante smirked at Vergil, Vergil sighed turning back toward Sparda.
Sparda shook his head. These two just couldn’t help themselves. Truly the only time the boys didn’t fight was when Raven was with them. That girl would have her work cut out for her. Especially if what he and Modeus were discussing earlier was true. So far it seemed plausible, but the boys might not inherit all the traits of his clan. Then there was the question of what they’d inherit from their mother. The same was true of Raven of course. Perhaps she inherited something from her mother that allowed her to calm them. After all, he didn't know which of the Divine clans Raven’s mother came from. Better that and not because of…
“You wouldn’t go to class just to see Raven. You’d not miss so many classes then, hmm?” Vergil opened his mouth to ask Father once more if he could take Raven into town.
“Boys, you’re dismissed for today. I believe your mother wishes to see you in the garden for tea.” As Sparda turned to go to his study his thoughts were laden with possibility. He didn’t know how much longer the boys would be able to handle being without her. As he walked to the stairs the probability that someone would come for his children as much as Modeus’ daughter was like a weight pressing down upon him. Would they survive being separated if the situation called for it?
Vergil tsked. He supposed that was Father’s way of saying the discussion was over. As he watched his father walk off Vergil clenched his hands in frustration. Father’s refusal to let him take Raven on a trip into town didn’t make sense. Why wasn’t Raven allowed into town? Vergil knew he and his brother made trips into town all the time. Father wouldn’t even answer why. Was it because he wasn’t trusted to take care of Raven while she was out? Vergil’s brow furrowed. Perhaps it was that Raven couldn’t be seen with him? He was sure he was missing something, but for the life of him he didn’t know what. It still came down to Father denying him permission to take her to the summer fair. So that left Dante. Dante never planned anything and was sure to get caught, or miss his opportunity to persuade Raven...
“Welp, guess I’m gonna go find Kitten. I’m sure she’s gotta be bored in class right now.” Dante chuckled at the irritated look on Vergil’s face. He stepped forward and turned towards his brother to question him in mock seriousness:
“What’s the matter? Dad not approve of something you wanted to do?” Dante half turned and looked at his father’s retreating form, then turned back to Vergil, the mocking tone slipping into confusion. “And you’re not following, demanding to be heard?” Dante tilts his head and looks at Vergil closely, a look of concern on his face. “What did you ask Father for?” he asks softly.
“I asked to take Raven into town this afternoon to see the fair.” Vergil answered equally softly, his eyes never leaving Sparda’s back. He watched as Sparda climbed the stairs to head to his office on the second floor. When Sparda disappeared into the hallway he snapped his eyes to Dante’s surprised ones.
“You already planned to go didn’t you?” Vergil sighed. Raven isn’t allowed but wants to go so bad. Dante, same as Vergil, was able to go without breaking the rules, but would Dante be willing to break the rules and take Raven with him? Vergil’s gaze drifted off to the right. More importantly, did Vergil really trust Dante with his princess? Vergil paused at the nickname. He had to stop thinking of her that way. One of these times he was going to slip and say something he would regret.
“Of course you did.” Vergil waved his hand dismissively. “Are you willing to take her with you? Even if it gets both of you in trouble?” Vergil raises an eyebrow at Dante, waiting impatiently for his brother’s answer.
Dante couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Why would Vergil ask him to take Raven? Wasn’t Vergil the one that always came up with plans? He wasn’t willing to take her himself? Dante’s brow furrowed. The only time Vergil let him do things with Raven it always seemed to be in Vergil’s favor by the end.
“Well?” Vergil asked. “Don’t bother saying you wouldn’t. We both know you would.” Vergil’s gaze never wavered as if to say tell me I’m wrong. Dante couldn’t. Of course he’d take Kitten to the fair if that’s what she wanted to do. He smirked at Vergil. The thing was though… his eyes drifted up and away… would she go without Vergil?
He laughed as he shifted his gaze back toward Vergil. “Of course I’ll take her with me. You just make sure you’re not around, got it?”
Vergil’s look turned thoughtful. He knew Raven’s schedule probably better than she did. Vergil’s lips twitched into a small smile. He usually was with her all day, but today he was sure his mother wished to speak with Raven after classes. That would take awhile since Mother treated Raven as if the girl was her daughter. Sometimes that meant lectures on topics they didn’t really cover, like etiquette. Or Girl Talk. Raven always looked slightly concerned and possibly a bit traumatized after those particular talks. Etiquette, however, was an opportunity Mother liked to use as an excuse to dress Raven up and have tea time or some other similar thing. Raven was always so adorable, but on those days… Vergil’s gaze drifted away once again as he thought of Raven. Vergil shook his head slightly to clear it. Anyway, afterwards Raven would change back into normal clothes to practice out in the yard on her technique.
“Dante, right now Raven’s with Mother having Etiquette class. The class will be done in a few minutes, but Mother will want to talk to her afterwards. They’ll be done in 10 - 20 minutes, and Raven will change so she can practice in the yard. That’s your only chance to get her to go with you.” Vergil turned to look at Dante again. “She’s going to be tired of sitting listening to Mother go on about,” Vergil waves a hand through the air, “whatever. She’ll be craving something fun. She’ll probably hear you out and agree to go with you.” It would kill him to ignore or push her away, but it would get her to go with Dante if he suggested something fun. Vergil worried at his bottom lip again. “Just don’t back down and keep begging her to go.” With that Vergil turned and stalked off to the library. This was a bad idea, he thought as he bit hard enough to draw blood.
Raven sighed in relief, having finally changed out of that ridiculous outfit. Mrs. Eva was always asking if she liked one of the twins more than the other. Today she’d gone so far as to ask if she’d kissed one of them. As if! Not like she’d say even if she had. Why did it always have to end that way? Mrs. Eva was really nice, but she kept telling her to call her Mom. Today though, she added in something surprising.
Eva stirred her tea for the 5th time. Raven wasn’t answering her questions anymore. She was quite polite and remembered her manners, but she was getting good at avoiding or deflecting questions she didn’t want to answer. Perhaps Mrs Eva would let the matter go if she continued?
“Raven, Sweetie, you can call me Mom now. It won’t be strange since you’re going to stay with one of my boys anyway.”
Raven wasn’t sure what that was about. She was dying to talk to Vergil about it, but he was holed up in the Library doing research. She sighed, balling up the dress she’d just been wearing and tossed it in the hamper with the dirty clothes. The only good thing about dressing up with Mrs. Eva was how the twins reacted to it. They both always looked so surprised and usually tripped over each other trying to give her compliments. Not this time though. Dante had never shown up, and Vergil had seemed distracted. She’d found Vergil in the Library sitting in his favorite spot. Vergil had said she looked elegant and he’d smiled so brightly. Raven had almost gotten lost in the light in his eyes. Just remembering it made her cheeks flush with heat, and a silly grin spread across her face. Then he’d said something about making their bond stronger and returned to his research.
Raven walked quickly down the hallway trying to still the disquiet in her heart. Vergil usually wasn’t so distracted, paying close attention to her looking for any mistakes. Honestly, it left her a bit concerned. There was no way she was perfect. More likely something was bothering him and he didn’t want her to know. He was even biting at his lip which was a sure sign he was worried. Raven slowed, padding more quietly through the hallway now so no one would hear her. She wasn’t quite sure what Vergil meant about their bond, but it sounded important. She hurried to the back door and out into the yard. It was always a matter of time before someone came to look for her so she’d just…
A hand reached out and grabbed her left arm, jerking her back. She pivoted, using the momentum to swing around and plant, as hard as she could, her right fist into whomever had grabbed her. Dante twisted to the side, but her hit still landed. Probably not where she intended, but he was still winded. He was surprised at how fast she was getting. Dante grit his teeth, reminding himself he was there to bring her along with him. He couldn’t back down. At all. He still wasn’t sure she’d go, but Vergil said not to give up.
“Kitten, I came ta take ya with me to the fair. Ya did wanna go right?” Dante grinned cheekily at her. As he let go of her arm he turned fully toward her, adopting a more formal attitude. He held out his right hand to her, dipping his head to her slightly. “Will you accompany me to the summer fair this evening?” He tilted his head slightly, glancing at her through his hair, cheeky grin still in place. “It would be my pleasure to show you every little thing you aren’t supposed to see. I expect much fun to be had, and much trouble if we get caught.” He winked at her, his smile shifting into a smirk as he straightened. “Unless of course, you’re too afraid to go outside the safety of the Manor without your dear Dark Knight.”
Raven’s mildly amused look had turned into a frown at the mention of his brother. Interesting, Dante thought to himself. What did his brother do? Did he care? Not really, but Kitten looks upset so fun was first on the list. Later he’d find out what Vergil had done. He saw the hesitation in Raven’s eyes. Even if she was upset with Vergil she still wanted to include him. Dante made a face and turned to leave. He paused for a moment to look back at her.
“I’m leaving in about 10 minutes. Meet me at the gate and we’ll go. Don’t be late or I’ll leave without you.” Dante turned and walked toward the door. He wouldn’t actually leave her, but it might convince her to be there if she thought he would.
Raven stood there dumbfounded. Raven had only told Vergil that she wanted to go after overhearing the cook’s grandkids talking about it so eagerly. How did Dante know she wanted to go? Maybe he just assumed she did, which to be fair, she did want to. She hesitated again, glancing up to the window on the second floor where she’d seen Vergil with a pile of books. He was still there sitting in the window reading one of the larger tomes. If she left with Dante, Vergil would be the first to notice she wasn’t there. Even if he didn’t actually see her leave he would still suspect it was Dante’s fault. Would he tell one of his parents? Would he just come look for her? Her hands absentmindedly twisted at her shirt as she debated convincing Vergil to go.
Greetings, my dear. Firstly, I’d like to apologise about this request. I took much longer than expected and ended up posting this piece incomplete, needing to delete and rewrite some parts. I don’t know if you’ve already read this when I first posted it, but anyway, I’m really sorry.
For the ones who saw the original post: Dante’s part and Vergil’s first part still the same. I just had to rewrite Vergil’s second part because I didn’t check those paragraphs on Google Translate, like I usually do; so I couldn’t recover from my history. The same things happen though.
Anyway, no more cries from me. Hope you enjoy it~ Don’t be afraid on asking me NSFW things. I love wrting this sort of pieces.
WARNING: obviously NSFW.
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Dante
Catching his S/O
Dante is not the type of boyfriend who leaves his S/O hanging. He is there whenever they want to feel pleasured and relaxed, no matter which way they want to make it happen. At any mood or at any moment, Dante is always there.
But sometimes, Dante needs to take long jobs in other cities. The payment is really worth it in the end — and Dante does need those huge payments, trust me —, but his S/O can’t help but miss him and the attention he used to pay to them.
After three days without Dante’s warm touch, they’ve decided to please themselves before sleeping. Lights down, a warm bed and comfortable sheets; just Dante was missing.
They were wrapped between blankets, entirely focused on what they were doing. The image and memories of Dante in their mind were clear enough to make them wet quickly, facilitating the whole process. In a just few minutes, they were completely lost in lust. Their whimpers were low and measured enough not to bother any neighbors, but anyone who would be standing on the door could listen to them.
That’s why they didn’t notice the bedroom door slowly opening. Dante immediately realized how busy they were not to notice that he was finally back. But he couldn’t complain at all.
He wasted no time going towards them because this man has no shame. Without a word, Dante quickly threw away his red leather coat and joined the bed, immediately kissing them.
His S/O obviously took fright on it, but that situation wasn’t exactly bad. Despite the embarrassment of getting caught, they just succumbed to Dante’s eager and deep kiss. They even tried to cover their exposed body with a blanket, but Dante stopped them with his eager and rough movements; and then he took the cue to explore their body closely, touching and grabbing that exposed flesh.
Once the kiss was separated by Dante, he anxiously gasped, completely aroused. Before going down on them and finally having the taste of his lover, he whispered almost breathless:
“You have no idea how much I missed you.”
Getting caught
Dante may have a high libido, but he’s not the kind of person who masturbates often. When he’s in the mood or needs to relieve some stress, his S/O is the one who helps him with that.
When he wants to have some pleasure by himself is when his S/O is not near or just isn’t down for it at the moment. Usually when they are too busy even for a quickie or when they are not home.
He actually no longer enjoys masturbating since he started to date his S/O. But sometimes, when it really can’t be helped and Dante needs to have some kind of pleasure, he just does it and then tries to forget about it.
On that specific night, Dante was left alone at Devil May Cry by Lady and Trish, and his S/O was at work. Vergil was probably reading somewhere far away from his annoying presence or maybe trying to get along with his son in Fortuna. In either case, Dante was alone and frustrated, missing his S/O’s presence and touch.
In an attempt to relieve his body tension, Dante closed himself into his room and sat back in his bed. The turned-out light helped him to get into it, ignoring how guilty he’s used to feeling when he’s done. He then closed his eyes and took a deep sigh before start stroking his dick over his jeans. Insofar as he reminded their touches on him and their whimpering voice, his first reaction was a contained grunt. He could already feel his dick twitching under his underwear.
Between some gasps and low grunts, Dante got impatient and just pulled his hard cock out of his pants, finally stroking it properly. His hand movements started measured and even teasing, trying to enjoy himself a bit more. But once he started to clearly imagine their hands on him, Dante groaned their name and speeded up the pace.
But no matter how lost he was in his lustful movements; Dante noticed the sound of the front door opening and his S/O’s voice calling out for him. But he was too busy to respond at the moment, so he just ignored and continued what he was doing. Because Dante knew what was about to happen and wanted it so badly. Like I said before, this man has no shame.
Naturally, they went looking for their boyfriend in his room. When they opened the door, the view of Dante pleasing himself, gasping and lost in arousal, was stunning.
Dante smirked at them. “Hey, babe. What about a little hand here?”
Whether it’s in the series or in the game, my dream would just be to lick Geralt’s abs. Greek sculptors were inspired by how define those are.
... this got me feelin' things... But I completly agree, licking Geralt's abs is a dream that everyone should aspire to - I didn't know how much I needed your ask until I read it!
Mirco-fic below the cut!
cw: biting, body worship
Geralt’s fingers caressed over the back of your head and tangled in your hair as you licked your way down his chest, not pulling but simply there to ground himself in your attentions. You stopped briefly to nibble a mark against the witcher’s collar bones, tasting nothing but the salty tang of sweat and the warmth of his skin. Above you, Geralt let out a moan, fingers tightening. You sucked at the patch of sin, digging in your teeth just enough to hurt but not enough to push Geralt into the wrong side of pain. A lovely pink mark was left when you were finished. It would disappear in hours, if not minutes, but that didn’t matter. The sight of it then, no matter how long it lasted, was enough.
A satisfied sound leaving your lips, you continued your descent down Geralt’s torso – over the swell of his pecs where you bit again, as deep into the muscle as you could without breaking the skin. The noise Geralt made at that was somewhere between a whimper and a moan, choking on the noise in the back of his throat. Your mouth watered as you gave the opposite pec the same treatment – you should have sunk your teeth into him a long time ago.
But, not wanting to be distracted from your main goal, you left his chest behind to lick down and over his abs instead. The muscles of his stomach tensed and shivered against your tongue, mapping out the bumps and ridges of them with your mouth. You picked another place to suck a mark, nipping a little harder than you had on his collar bone as there was fat and muscle here for you to sink your teeth into. Geralt grunted again, hands spasming in your hair and clutching at the pillow behind his head as he fought to keep still and let you explore.
The next mark you sucked was further down, right against the V of his hips just above his groin. His scent there was stronger, muscles firmer and all the more mouth-watering. The gasp Geralt let out was breathless, his own arousal making him all but powerless beneath you. You pulled away briefly to survey the marks you’d left on him, standing out in stark contrast against his pale skin. And then you turned your attention even further downwards – to the prize you’d been seeking, laying hot and heavy against the witcher’s thigh.
Could I get with Vergil 4, 14 on vergil, 1 reader receiving?
Oh I'm going to have so much fun with this one.
Day 14: lingerie
(This work includes: gender neutral!reader)
(NSFW under the cut as always)
Your eyes almost literally pop out of you head the second you enter your shared bedroom that late evening. There he was, legs crossed flipping delicate through the old worn pages of his book sitting in the old beated up chair that sat by the window - waiting for you. The absolute connivance that shined behind his eyes the second he hears that door behind you shut, not looking up to meet you just yet but the way his lips cocked to one side tells you straight away that this reaction he's getting from you was the exact one he wanted. With one snap of his book your whole body flinches in place as bright pale eyes come up to greet you, in one smooth motion as he sets his beloved book aside he gives you a better look at him uncrossing his legs and spreading them wide open to reveal the full picture.
Dark navy blue lace is what's stretched and pulled over to clad the son of Sparda whole. From his chest that shape a lovely V like pattern that fades back to spaghetti-tight straps across his broad shoulders and overall just exposes the deep dip of his chest and tuck back into black ruffles that merge into a corset that squeeze and exaggerate the posture and overall shape of his chest that causes the lace itself to look like it's on life support, to the engravings of black rose like patterns that design the front that eventually scoop down to the absolutely tightest black pair of panties, stockings, and blue gautiers you've ever seen in your life. Nothing could ever top this. You can die right on the spot right now and you could die right now and whatever afterlife there could be it wouldn't ever top this sight before you and with how fucking smug he's looking - he fucking KNOWS how attractive he is - at you you just fucking might.
Next thing you down he's tricked out of the chair and he's right behind you, lips right up against your ear. "I take it you like my surprise then? I thought from our earlier talk this was something you were interested in." You're not even sure how you respond but whatever it was it comes out as a squeak. He chuckles lowly in response, hands scaling up your shoulders with a light bite to your earlobe. You let him move you around like a puppet, pushing you forward and spinning you back to make you flop back in the chair he was just in, hands gripping tightly on your shoulders as he nudges his knees to straddle the sides of you hips and leans in to loom over top you. The singular bang of silvery white hair tickles your face as he holds you face in almost an inspecting manner.
"I was expecting an answer."
"Y-yes. Very much - I just wasn't expecting so... soon. And oh... wow." The grin that cracks from ear to ear could potentially send you to an early grave but he doesn't push it further - just leans back to let you look him over further giving up an up and personal closer look making you realize just how hard he was poking through the lacy material down there... oh and the thong gave you a really nice view of ass too, that was definitely a bonus that you share your exact thought by moaning out at the sight before finding your lips assaulting with his kiss. His tongue explores you whole mouths as his kisses and moans into it making you all dizzy headed until he pulls back, grinding forward on you that straggles a hiss out of you as well as a shutter but him it only gets a chuckle and a head tilts as he leans up to your ear with an utter;
"Well, if you like it so much - make it worth my while and show me just how much you can loose yourself to me and maybe I could be convinced to put on such a get up like this again, how does that sound?"
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Hey could I request 4 with Vergil, 9 with Dante and 12 with Nero receiving? I don't mind which one I get since I love all that you write for the DMC crew. Thanks and hope you're doing well!
I'm glad you like my writing and I hope you doing well as well! Hope you enjoy!
Day 12: back scratches
(This work includes: gender neutral!reader)
(NSFW under the cut as always)
"Nero," your voice sounds so heavenly below him - huffing and panting out with every single thrust he makes deep plunging inside of you. "-deeper."
His wish to grant.
He tries to keep as best quiet that he can to hear every single sweet sound you make, he absolutely eats it up as he buckles and pounds deeper into you just as you asked him. Every pant, every cry, every curse, every whimper, he absorbs into him like a sponge - clinging onto all of it as if he was fighting for his life to. His frame hovers over you as he take you being the best support you have to cling onto with your nails digging into his flesh as each slam of his cock into you fucks the breath of over you and rocks you so hard that you might at any moment clash into the headboard - which Nero quite literally crunches above you with his hand as his support.
Your legs are jelly as they shake and swing back on forward over your lover's hips with every moment made to your lower half. It's so good you feel it hard to breathe, panting every bit of it out of pleasure wavers over your brain. Your head flings back with another cry of his name follow by a shout that you were getting closer, Nero clumsily bumps into your lips with a kiss that drags out your breath further as he whispers across them he's about there too.
Harder and harder he slams into, one hand dropping down and squeezing between your hor sweaty body to meet the sparkling nerves if your sex for that extra push towards your orgasm. Your scream undoubtedly could be heard for a mile in Fortuna.
Your nail cut deep into your lover's flesh, deep scratches with just the right sting that flings him over the edge as he unloads inside you and barely can demand enough strength to keep himself held you to prevent crushing you. Inside he buries his back in the pillow underneath you from the crook of your neck - panting himself the rest of the way out as the last few bits of come spilling him from him and given. Then he can ease himself to gently lay across you.
The claw Mark's from you do still sting bit Nero can feel them slowly healing over with the torn flesh mending together as slowly fading away but not yet gone. His healing factor is definitely weaker compared to Dante's or his father after all. Coming down from your own high to look over his shoulder and about to comment on them before the man on you just raises a hand up and assures you they'll go away soon.
Though the feeling of seeing them bright pink and to mark him until his healing takes over is... nice, you hope they would say just a bit longer to remind you of these exact fading moments that you have him as your own before both of you succumb to sleep. These nice, gentle, loving moments you get to have together before heading off and out to face hellish hoards like every other day. The smallest feeling of normalcy just laying here together.
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Hi moosh! Could I ask for dmc vergil: 4, 19 reader receiving, 7?
Sure thing, hope you enjoy this one!
Day 4: heat
CW: I don't take A/B/O dynamics requests but since I've seen plenty other other fellow dmc writers on tumblr write that demons go through heats and the monster fucker part of me is at least on board with that much but not delving any further this is the closest to A/B/O that I'll write. So if this type of writing makes you uncomfortable please don't read the following! Otherwise I hope it came out okay.
(This work includes: gender neutral!reader)
(NSFW under the cut as always)
Cat like, if you had to put it in words, was what you would say to describe him before you. From side to side his tail flickers, crackling and tearing bits of the carpet from the floor underneath you the bed below with the spikes and other demonic shapes that align it. Your chest heaves in and out as he crawls closer to you on the bed, massive hulking form looming over top of you that you almost rattle in fear at the demon before you before you have to physically remind yourself that it's him.
This is Vergil before you. This thought eases you.
Even behind the dark cat-like pupils that dart around your naked as if this were the first time he were doing so all over again - that even with the demonic blue snake/lizard features you could still see the humanity shine through. This makes you heart sing as your hands reach out to him once he's situated above you.
For a few moments he stops, his eyes read shock as your gentle hands feel upon his scaly flesh of his cheeks but soon immediately after he purrs into your touch, the softness of the pads of your fingers feel so nice and radiating with nothing but love alone.
His. You were his.
Yours. He was yours.
His demon cries at him this. He must show you.
With the most delicate touch, Vergil holds you down in such a way that even in the mushy senses of his mind of his season his demon had brought him into he see makes sure that nothing to sharp of him clings onto your body - one wrong move is all it would take to accidentally hurt you after all. He makes sure his hold onto you is with nothing but the palms of his scaly hands and nothing else and that when he kisses you it's either just bumps to your face where you could kiss along his jagged mouth or it's nothing but tongue. Deep part of him moreover prefers the later so his tongue can reach the more deep points inside you.
No matter how much he could possibly prepare you it's going to hurt when he enters you, before hand telling you this over and over and with his heat he might not be thinking clearly and accidentally might fo something the wrong way to hurt you which you're quick to shut him up by over reassuring him your trust in him and ability to take it as long as he's there to support you through it... that touched more than he thought it would. But when he finally able to enter you, the head of his prick soaked with as much as it could possibly be in preparation and the obvious size difference flushed against you're hole. Even through the fucked out haze of his demon mixed with previous orgasms before finally getting to this step he just couldn't help but feel the sudden familiarity of fear course through him. Was this a terrible idea? Was he really going to hurt and loose someone he really grew to cared about and break so many walls of trauma and trust issues with just because of some sort of demonic primal urges? Was he-
Your tiny human hand is so overwhelming to the inhuman fist that wraps around it. You squeeze onto him. Your smile is wide and your eyes so gentle. He doesn't even feel the blue sparks that shine him and faze down to his neck, exposing you fully to that sudden vulnerability of tears flooding from the corners of human eyes.
"Go slow okay? I want to feel every moment of it."
Your hand reaches up to caress white whips of hair and to comb it back to it's normal swept back shape, this makes your lover look down and realize his partial triggered shape. For a soft brief moment his distress shifts into the smallest of smiles. How ridiculous he must look to you right now, human head on demon body.
He melts into that human kiss, seconds for fizzing back to his full triggered form as he grips tightly to the security of his hand as he slowly with the smallest traces of his hesitance left goes to align himself with you, deep breaths that in this form almost resembling deep growls before slowly but surely with the smallest movements of his hips he let's himself go as inch by inch slowly burns it's way inside you.
He does hurt, just like you both figured, but that doesn't matter as you both fight together it lips (or just pressing jagged front into yours the best he has to resemble a kiss in Vergil's case) meshed together. But in between the deep grunts and moans as you two collide together, it's funny how neither of you realize the moment he's in the most he can reach until you're ripping away from the kiss to scream out in pleasure as you arch back coming immediately the moment he hits you in the deepest spot humanly possible.
Looking between you at the noticeable spot that tip of him inside is... quite the sight. And even past that you're barley a few inches on him but it's clear that the furthest you can go on it. You looked back you to Vergil barely able to contain your giggles mixed with your uneasy breathing that you moan and try your best to thrust your hips down on him to encourage him to do something. Which something, after eyeing you for a few long extra moments, he definitely does.
100% your body is spoiled for any other partner.
Almost every thrust he makes makes you come over and over and over again. Your hands are alone left functioning to cling onto the rough edging of his horns as you tug and encourage every move. Vergil's tail is the only thing that holds you up, too scared his claws might dig into you and favors them instead to cling and claw on the wood of the now definitely need of replacing headboard of the bed. His growls are so animalistic up against your ear and every throb of his cock physically shakes your body to it's core.
His thrusts of his hips are desperate. His tail bouncing you so needingly as he twitches and leaks from all of his previous releases inside you that come flooding out between your legs and running the bed below with every move. He growls out to you the announcement of his final arrival, getting you screaming demanding for it - as if you were going to die without it.
When it comes you're pushed down the farthest you go go down on it, your core exploding your release as well, when you swear every single bit of you is swamped by the mess. Your eyes twitch back as the haze fades away and you flop forward bonelessly into the tight hold of your lover's tail before eventually that grip is replaced by tight warm human fleshy grip instead, the scaly one fizzling away into demonic embers.
You didn't even care to think about all the filth underneath you. Once you catches your breath your arms wrap tightly around the sweaty body from above you, your ears greeting by snores. You couldn't help but to softly giggle to yourself as you love had tuckered himself out. Well, with the nature of demon heats and all, this was far from over so you had plenty enough opportunities to talk about things but for now...
Rest sounded wonderful.
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Soulmates had always been a source of contention in your life. Your mother had no soulmate, and your fathers soulmate had passed away without the two ever realising their connection, despite having been friends for years. Needless to say, soulmates were a touchy subject with both of them, though for obviously different reasons.
The topic became outright taboo when it was discovered that you had two.
Due to the negative attention your soulmarks brought, you learned to keep them covered, very early in life. Whilst it would make it a little more difficult to find them, you knew that the three of you would find each other, one way or another eventually. Though it would be an understatement to say that you definitely hadn’t expected it to be on your first day in San Francisco, or during a mugging, of all things.
Looking at the somewhat scruffy looking man that had just knocked out your would be mugger, you managed a shaky thank you, wondering absently if you had hit your head when the mugger knocked you down. For a moment there you could have sworn part of his form had rippled and changed mid punch, though it had been completely normal again the moment you blinked.
Accepting the offered hand, you carefully got to your feet, not noticing the way he froze up a few moments after touching. Hearing a sudden quiet muttering, you looked up at him again in confusion, watching him seemingly engage in some kind of frantic one sided conversation with himself. Hesitantly, you tried to pull your hand from his, nerves climbing when his grip remained unyielding, even tightening ever so slightly.
“Uh… c-could you maybe let go n-”
“Soulmark!” the man blurted abruptly, his voice strange and almost layered as he interrupted you.
He turned red right up to his ears when he saw you staring at him blankly, before flusteredly elaborating.
“Soulmark, do you…. is it…?”
He looked at you imploringly, seeming a little overwhelmed and strained as he stood there and waited for you to respond. You were more than a little confused, opening your mouth to say exactly that, before his words finally clicked in and brought your attention to the strange tingling in your wrist that you hadn’t quite registered until then.
Wide eyed, you directed your gaze down to the arm the man was holding, before hesitantly pulling up your sleeve and baring the skin coloured strip of fabric that hid your soulmark. Reluctantly, the man finally let you go, seemingly going back to his frantic one sided conversation under his breath, as you worked to remove the strip of fabric.
As soon as the marks were in full view, both of you fell silent, staring at the now glowing markings. Carefully, the man pulled up his own sleeve and showed his two glowing markings, symbolising yourself and another as his bonded. Bewildered, you looked up at him again, wondering why BOTH markings were glowing, when it was just the two of you. It shouldn’t have been possible, unless the third was somewhere you couldn’t see.
“We…. should probably talk.” He said after a moment.
Somehow, you had a feeling things were about to get a hell of a lot weirder.
Could you do headcannons of theDMC5 Sparta boys(Nero too plz) having a piece of your clothing and smelling/senting it while they’re getting off? Like say it’s close too their heat and you’re not around
Love your work btw!
Thank you so much I'm glad you like my work! Usually when someone asks Sparda boys in a request I usually would include V as well but since he's Vergil's human half and all, not a hybrid, he wouldn't go through heats of course so he wouldn't be included in this request! Nero's part did get a little bit longer compared to the other two parts than I originally planned 😅 but I still hope you enjoy!
CW: I don't take A/B/O dynamics requests but since I've seen plenty other other fellow dmc writers on tumblr write that demons go through heats and the monster fucker part of me is at least on board with that much but not delving any further this is the closest to A/B/O that I'll write. So if this type of writing makes you uncomfortable please don't read the following! Otherwise I hope it came out okay.
(This work includes: gender neutral!reader)
(NSFW under the cut as always)
Vergil
It's a late afternoon one day when Vergil find himself alone in the office; with Dante out on a job with Nero and you went out shopping with Lady, Trish, Kyrie not that long after. It wasn't very often that Vergil got time for himself these days, after all the Red Grave Incident even after all this time still really affected the world with demon infestations meaning they're to be plenty of jobs to do and after Vergil's realization and guilt he felt as V - he's more than willing to help out and do what he can, even if it means hours and hours of work each day. So it's actually you who told him to take to day off and despite the long back and forth the two of you had he's taken it; today he can just sit down with a nice cup of tea and loose himself in the same pages of Blake's words just as he did as a child.
However something's slightly off that keeps preventing him from that relaxation.
No matter how many times he sits and loose himself in his book he has to readjust himself - switching back and forth between crossing his legs differently and rotating from sitting back against the back of his chair to hunching over, leaning ridiculously far on either armrest. Something still felt off.
Then suddenly he feels suddenly like the hottest circle of hell throughout the entire office - first he takes off his coat thinking that will be the simplest solution but to no avail, then he goes over to the old rocky AC that is littered full of Dante sized fist holes all over the sides of the damn thing but then he remember he's no good with human technology and the last time he touched something of the sort you screamed at him for days about having to buy a new washer, so he just goes with opening a few windows. Something still felt off.
Then it's as he goes to sit back in his chair to finally go back to his reading escape from whatever discomfort he's feeling that he really takes a good look at his surroundings; all the pizzas boxes, the dirty clothes, the tossed aside paperwork, the dust collections on every top shelf - the entire place was a pigsty no wonder why he can't truly make himself relax! No matter how much that Lowell girl helps clean up this drivel mess his buffoon of a brother will always make it right like it was before in no times flat. He should've expected as much, it was exactly the same when they were children. And like when they were children; it wouldn't be long before the mess bothered him so much that he found himself cleaning it up.
It doesn't take long before the front office, kitchen, and many other rooms of the shop are cleaned...or well at least more presentable than what they were; surfaces dusted and polished, trashed discarded, work papers sorted and went through, floors swept and mopped, loose cash and coins picked up and stashed the old piggy bank Dante was given a few christmas' ago from Patty on top of the cabinet, dishes (manually) washed and put away, and finally the laundry from the floor and the rest of the house into the hamper in the laundry room (for someone who understands technology to do) However, now Vergil faced a small problem: his inner turmoil of discomfort still has not left him. A swelling ache of heat scorched through his body, something that felt so familiar but something he...couldn't process him going through again, something as with each growing moment he sits on his brother old busted up couch he starts to slowly recognize more and more with each breath that becomes rocky, every shift of his body that shivers straight to his groin, to every drag through his hair to keep himself grounded. Heat. His season.
Given he spent over two decades in a state of mindless corruption under Mundus' hand in hell and all, to say that it's been an extremely long time since the last Vergil experienced a season is...an understatement. Hell, he didn't even know he still could go through one with how badly Nelo Angelo ruined his body; how it corrupted, twisted, and prevented him from taping into any of his real demonic power stronger than sparking summoned swords into existence (and even that took him some time fo relearn and took toll on his body) and turned him...into that thing. It wasn't until V's sacrifice that really fixed him up and made him whole again - maybe the reason why he found himself in the situation he currently finds himself in.
Now even pre-hell Vergil never really sought out to quell his seasonal needs, it was always some thing he could manage himself by either fighting hordes and hordes of strong demons for the heat's entirety or (and begrudgingly) treat by his own hand, those were the only two options and he refused to find a human partner one: because he felt himself above the sort and two: humans and too fragile and weak to deal with the sort, he can only imagine how much he could possibly hurt you if he even tried - oh that's right, that's another thing, him...somehow explaining this to you. Vergil utters a quiet curse to himself at the predicament. His father damn it all.
With a growl low in his chest and the voice of his inner demon starting to scream at him his eyes hit the floor and a piece of (color) fabric catches his attention. Picking it up he recognizes it instantly: it's one of your shirts, one he must've missed in his clean up. A big part of him wants to get up and put it with the rest of the clothes in the hamper, but even so he finds himself not being able too with how...good it smells. Now Vergil is more than familiar with your scent, for the longest time it's come to be as a comfort to him but right now...he's never smelled something so sweet? Has it...always been this sweet? No this is his demonic hormones driving him out of control, Vergil stop it - he has to mentally tell himself. But yet he can't help but bring the clothing to his face, truly basking in that warm sense of comfort and safety you bring to him.
It's not one of Vergil's...brightest moments, him locked up in his torn apart room with his mattress clawed to shreds with the sharp dark navy talons sprouted on his partial triggered hands desperately working himself while face first into your shirt, with all the growls and roars mixed in with whines and choked out moans that he would normally hide all out in the open.
Your scent smells so fucking good and with every pump of his triggered cock thrusting mindlessly into his own hand he imagines exactly what he would be doing to you if you were here right now. How much he wants mark up your delicate flesh with his teeth from head to toe, to show any other competition, just how good you had it - how you truly belonged to a Son of Sparda and exactly who they would be up against if they tried anything. He wants to fill you up so much his scent of his come in you would to reek to any other demon out there for miles and miles even days after it's gone. He wants to to fit the entirety of himself inside you and to watch you absolutely squirm around it only for him to pull the entirety of himself out and slam it back in to get you to scream. He wants to fuck into you so deep with his wings cocoons around you two and get right up against your ear and whisper every single bit of praise from the bottom of his heart to the second you both meet your end just so you can just realize how much he truly cares.
The closer and closer he gets the more he shoves his face in your shirt and looses himself with his amazing he feels. The pure bliss as keeps imagined himself with you, your scent, your loving and soon it turns everything becomes overwhelming that gets humanly tears streaked down his face. He climaxes with a loud growl as electric blue engery snaps through the air as he fully triggers, come dripping and soaking the sheets below in ridiculous amounts that Vergil has to physically hold himself up from passing out. When radiational thought returns to him he unpops DT and looks down at the state he's in and just how shaky and soaked his thighs are. He drags a hand through sweaty silver hair.
20+ years and he never remembered past...experiences feeling that...intense.
Vergil picks up your shirt from off the mattress, your shirt that was stained with sweat, come, and had multiple new probably noticable holes that weren't there before. He felt awful, how was he supposed to...explain this to you? His heat was most definitely not over, especially when his long it's been since he last truly went through it so how was he supposed to explain all of this?! Maybe he could just leave, give the excuse the phone rang with job and he had to - no. He promised you, he was on break today and he wouldn't take any jobs. He needs to be honest with you about it but...he doesn't know how. He wants you, his demon screams it's need for you to be here.
Asking for help is hard for Vergil, I think everyone understands that, so for him to argue with himself enough to get the old rotary phone in his hand to call and ask you to come...help him is definitely hard on the eldest son of Sparda. Guilt swarms through his gut with every shaky punch of the buttons of your number and even more so with every ring that shoots through his ear as he waits for you to pick up but it's at the sound of your voice when you do answer that makes him weak that makes his plea come out everso easily.
"I'm afraid I need your assistance at home."
Dante
Dante spending the entire day in bed wasn't an entirely new concept, just a thing he does time to time on days he 'takes off from work.' It's on one of these days that Dante wakes up clinging to every blanket, pillow, and stuff animal that might be on your bed and just...lays there unmoving.
Day number six of being away your job you took with Trish and still weren't back yet and with how his mood has been lately he was sick of it. Yes, he know he shouldn't feel this way you have your own career and you take your own jobs just like how he does but god damn he missed you so much that he can just sniff you off the scent of you all over the entire bed, that's the reason he gives himself for not wanting to leave and he shoves his face into your pillow. Then a voice a clarity speaks to him; he knew the exact reason why he's thinking this way - season was approaching him.
Now Dante isn't as young as use to be but he does go through heats once every few years instead of every year like he would if he was about twenty years younger. So he's more than use to these hormonal feelings bullshit, the heat scorching through his body as his inner demon demands him to get on something and go at it like something on hell's discovery channel.
You probably won't be back for awhile longer, few more days tops so he'll just have to treat this one himself like he's done time and time again long before you entered the picture. You've been with him through his heats before and while it might be the hottest sex you've ever had during his seasons, this is Dante after all, he can't help the feel any anxiousness he feels every time you take him in devil trigger - one wrong move is all it'll take and you'll be another voice added to the back of his head haunting him, this is why he's never sought out finding a partner to help him during these times and why it took so long for him to accept your help with it in the first place. He does appreciate it, he appreciates you so for absolutely everything you do for him and he would give you the entire world if you just ask but, a part of it is his...hesitance he's always had with his demonic side. Yes over the years he's come more to terms with it and understand it, hell even to a point where he's surpassed his father but-
Nah, whatever thoughts he was thinking he's not in the mood to think about it any further, just more in favor to reach a hand out to the teddy bear laid on your spot on your side of the bed, it's little beady eye staring back at him.
Dante won you that bear on one of your first dates through a carnival that came through town, you loved this thing so damn every single night since has it shared the bed with you two that the fact it long lost it's right eye became less creepy at some point. Now it just laid next to one of your old shirts staring soullessly back at him, smelling just like you. There's definitely not beating the real deal but there's most definitely a feeling of solace cuddling next to it. It's nice, like your here next to him.
Your scent smells so good that it he could almost taste you. It's just intoxicating that it sparks the heat through his body and sends aches to his groin that he can't help to thrust his hips to find any type of friction from the mattress below but nothing quelling it. A low growl leaves his lips as he he feel his teeth morphing in his mouth and his fingertips starting to sharpen. A loud purr ruptures through his throat as he nuzzle the scent of you; the strongest hit if it coming from the shirt that he can't help but to pick up and absorb your scent. He sighs out a curse, alright this is going to get ugly, Teddy doesn't need to see this.
His hands work mindlessly at himself and your shirt rests in his mouth, drunk in your scent, his sharp scaly palms are already soaked in his come and leaking to the sheets below after one shaky climax after another but none really itching his need. Hot long orange tongue hangs from mouth as he distortion of his trigger he begs; he wants you home he needs you here right now. He bites down on your shirt and shutters with the ecstacy that of your scent washes over him.
He can just imagine you, barely even able to take his fully triggered cock, straddling his hips carefully not to hurt yourself with all the sharp points that just out the sides of his thighs. Inch by inch you take more and more of it, even with the previous prep it's always too much at first that honestly worries him and makes him ask the question if you wanted to stop but every time you smile at him great big with that beautiful amazing smile and you gently touch his face, even with the face of a demon you look so unbelievable loving at him as you promise you can take him. Inch by inch he goes inside and no matter how much pain you're initially in it's a matter of time before it changes to pleasure and that's the exact moment he loves watching the spark change in your eye and you beg for him to start ploughing you. Sharp claws indented on the flesh of your thighs as he throws your legs up and onto his shoulders to go even deeper if that's even possible, your hands flying to tug and pull on his horns. It's all so good, all so good he could cry with how desperate he wants it.
When he comes he comes with a roar and a sudden rip that goes through the air. After panting down from his high and sizzling off his DT, he finds the source of the ripping shoving in two separate parts that they most definitely weren't in before. Oops. Despite the body shakes still in his system he sits back his knees and looks at the...remains (if you can call it that) of your shirt below him, scratching his head. This one isn't going be be very easy to explain is it? Fuck. Well at least it wasn't your favorite shirt? He doesn't think? Dammit Dante.
"...I guess Trish was right telling how much of a mess you must been in since she could smell it from outside."
Your voice startles the shit out of him, almost making him go back into trigger. You have a small tired smile on your face as you stand in the door way, looking at the mess your love is in before you. Before he can even flip the switch to turn the situation around, your scent stronger than any shirt can be, is it sweetest in person. The most comforting. The younger son of Sparda can feel himself turn into mush as you slowly approach closer, yanking your shirt over your head and kicking the bedroom door close behind you with your the heel of your foot.
The moment you stand in front of the bed, you eye your shredded shirt before you can't help but struggle to contain the giggles in your throat.
"That bad, huh?"
"More than you can believe, babe."
Nero
Nero of course hasn't had his devil trigger for long, now only for a short year and there seems to be new stuff he learns about it every day. Like for instance if you hold the charge in for a good few seconds, the pop of it will kill a a swarm of lower class demons at once, stuff like that - stuff he can learn on his own, nothing that any demon whether it be his father, uncle, Trish, or hell even Lucia taught him.
Now on one hand, he wishes they would give advice (though it's not exactly like he asking for it directly in the first place, of bit of that Sparda awkwardness and all) after all they've all had and been using their demon abilities longer than he has, even if all their powers varies in different abilities (but it's the thought that counts) and maybe he can at learn learn...something from. But then on the other hand, he's okay with them not giving him advice especially with the...awkward situation he finds himself in currently. He would rather die then have that embarrassing conversation with any of them about what the fuck is going on with him currently.
The built-in bathroom in the van is rather quiet small, especially for someone whose Nero's size (Sparda height gene and all) Normally it wouldn't really been an issue, he'd just do his business whenever necessary and leave - you know like a normal person. However, with his current predicament; half triggered and desperately jerking off as inhumanely fast in hopes that whatever the fuck was going on with him would just stop...but no matter how many times he makes himself come and he thinks he's spent - that swelling hear surges right back through his body and hardens his cock once more, he quickly found himself becoming claustrophobic shut up in the small room.
How long had he been in here? He wasn't sure. He had to stop at some point; you, Kyrie, Nico, and the kids were inside probably worried about him over dinner. He'd been feeling this weird feeling in his chest all day, it even got him thrown off his style game during the job you and him took today. He couldn't describe exactly what it was but the...heat, the feelings in his chest, the ache, the need, the smell it just...all seemed to intensify the very moment he to get anywhere near you and when you were his hunting partner so off course it's going to make work difficult for him and it didn't exactly take a genius to figure out whatever this was that was happening to him was some weird demon thing. How was he supposed to bring up something like that to you? He didn't, just made his space and tried not to think about it and that's why he stayed out here to work on the van in the first place to clear his thoughts and maybe this...demon thing would just settle being away from you awhile.
Spoiler warning; it didn't. Only made it worse to the point he got so dizzy he had to go inside of the vehicle and sit on the couch, heat tearing through and ripping through his body and leaving him to feel himself as his limb slowly start to uncontrollably trigger; talons ripping from his fingertips and long white hair sprouting out and cascading over his scaly shoulders. Oh and there was a thick barbed dick unsheathing and leaking out of him. That was new.
Things go by...shamefully fast. One minute he's on the couch in discovery of...well demon dick and the next he's shoved and locked himself in the bathroom going to town on himself. His grunts, his whimpers, everything seems to spill out from his lips in distorted need, no matter how hard he tries to keep them to himself every pump of his hand as he imagines himself pummeling into you as you grab nothing but fist fulls of his snowy locks and beg him to go harder and faster fill you up until there's nothing left of you that hasn't been seeped with his come.
Aquamarine arms from his shoulders and a mind of their own scoop down and grab something from the floor before what they grab gets shoved into his human hands. Nero pants down from his last high before he looks down - even before he's aware of what it is your scent absolutely just slaps him in the face. It was one of you shirts, soaked in dried demon blood from a previous job and meant to be thrown into the hamper for Kyrie's special washing cycle specifically for dirtied hunting clothes. The youngest Sparda looked down to it with a shaky sigh as your scent continued to tickle and seduce his demons instinct desires, the occasional red orb falling from the clothing and clinkering to the floor.
Shame heats his face as one spectral hand pump the fabric around his cock, his eyes slammed shut, one set of fingers cramming any noises from leaving his mouth, pretending that this wasn't just him that it was you instead singing all your praises to him in his ear, making him feel so safe and loved, that he was doing so good for you. That's all it takes to push him over his edge all over the bathroom floor.
He sits there for a good few lingering moments after as the shaking breath of his high begins to settle down. Then realization kicks in. Your shirt now resting on his soften yet half hard cock is completely ruined in his mess. Shame slaps back him right in the face. Fantastic fucking job Nero, he mentally scolds himself as he lifts up your shirt and accesses the state of the material. How exactly was he supposed to get this cleaned without any noticing the big ass fucking stain on it. Oh he wouldn't be able to look you, Kyrie or anyone else in the eyes ever again if they found out. Red scorches his face with guilt. He didn't even know what the hell was wrong with him, he couldn't untrigger no matter how hard he tried, he wanted to be honest with you but how the hell was he supposed to do that if he didn't understand his own body.
"Nero? You okay in there?"
SHIT. SHIT. SHIT. SHIT.
"Kyrie saved you some dinner when you're ready. Nero?"
You knock a couple times on the bathroom door, on the other end Nero desperately scrambles to try and recompose himself.
"Out in a minute!"
Then it hits him that he's in partial DT still when his he hears himself. Shit.
Frantically he looks around the bathroom in search for a hiding place he can put your shirt so he can not deal with the embarrassment and shame right away - as he moves around thrashing against his spectral arms that cling onto the clothing and refuse to let him let the material go, knocking tons of things over off the nearby sink.
"Let go! Let go!" He huffs under his breath.
"Are you sure you're alright?"
He doesn't answer you, too sweeped up in the sudden death match he's having with his extra pair of blue demonic limbs.
"Nero?" You call out, unbeknownst to him your hand moving to slowly open the door revealing the scene occurring in the small bathroom in front of your eyes.
The best way to compare the look on Nero's face was to a deer caught up in headlights with how he his world slowed as your eyes bounced around to several places; your now messy with more than just blood shirt being fought over by two sets of hands that all four belong to the same body, to said body's almost full devil triggered state, to the quickly hardening cock in all of it's spiky barbed glory that dripped of both pre and come that seemed to trail to an even bigger mess on the tile floor. You took a moment to gulp down a breath.
"Look I can explain-" Even though he couldn't, even after all of this he still had no idea what the fuck was going on.
"No it's alright. It's uh...normal thing demons go through after all." Your cheeks flushed. Huh?
You look at Nero with a sigh.
"It's uh...a mating thing demons go through. Lady told me about it, she helps Trish when she goes through with hers."
Nero looks dumbfounded, though you couldn't tell at what piece of information given.
"It's called a heat-"
"Like what dogs go through?!" You hiss through your teeth.
"Yeah I guess if you want to compare it to that-"
"Son of a fuck."
Nero slumps down on the side of the tub and holds his temple muttering down a few curses. You go to sit next to him before he noticeably tenses - you hold up you hands and sit a good amount of space away from him.
He shakes his head before asking how long that this 'heat' will last, you give him an estimation give what Lady has told you about Trish's and tell him about a week or so - though this isn't a good enough answer for him.
"So I'm just supposed to shut my self up here for a week then? (Name), we live with five other people in the house three of those being kids - I can't-" You stop him by leaning over and pressing a sudden kiss to his lip, a kiss he melts against.
"You'll be fine, we'll take care of it, okay? Go and take a break somewhere. But for right now and now...if you want-"
You drift as you slowly make your way onto his lap, hands gripped tightly onto scaly shoulders.
"-we can make the most of it."
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AN: This is the 5th chapter to a story I'm writing with my OC Raven. I'm not sure how often I'll get new chapters up right now. I'm very critical of my own writing and it makes for difficulties writing let alone posting.
Universe: DMC
Warnings: typical sibling rivalry, fluff, etc.
Vergil x oc!Raven x Dante
If you have ideas for childhood hijinks (I don't have sibs so not sure what to add in) suggest something and I'll see if I can fit it story wise. If you like what you read please tell me! I like feedback but please be respectful. As much as I want people to read what I write it isn't necessarily the end goal. Also if you reblog please don't edit or claim as yours.
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After that incident Raven was officially moved into Paradise Manor. She started her training which at first consisted mostly of physical fitness. Being able to keep up with Dante running and climbing made quick work of that portion of training. As she progressed she moved on to sword practice with Dante as her sparring partner with Sparda, sometimes Modeus, watching over them.
After having been at Paradise Manor for awhile Raven was frustrated that she wasn’t doing better with her sparring practice with Dante. Mr. Sparda wasn’t really one to give praise like Dad and Mrs. Eva so it was hard to tell when he was happy with her progress. Dante was very vocal however, calling her kitten and saying she was too soft to keep taking his sword strikes. Most of the time she felt like he was picking on her. Vergil often told her to keep calm and not to listen to Dante’s words, instead she should follow the way Dante moves.
Today’s practice looked like it would include Raven and the twins. Raven frowned as usually Mr. Sparda kept the twins separate when training with her. Their competition seemed to extend to her and would spark at the worst times. Sparda knew the rivalry stemmed from the boys trying to prove to Raven who was better. However, this meant that Dante was more focused on Vergil instead of her. Thanks to this Raven was able to concentrate well enough to properly learn the stances and work through the moves. Perhaps having both boys there was a good thing? Raven shrugged and continued to practice.
Vergil was quite good at helping her with corrections, and seemed happy to do so. Raven had noticed Vergil’s eyes would shine with excitement when she was able to learn from him. Every so often he would stop practicing so he could correct her footwork or arm positions. Sometimes he corrected her hand placement. Sometimes it seemed like Vergil just wanted an excuse to talk to her, but Raven didn’t mind. Vergil could spend the whole session just teaching Raven if Mr. Sparda would allow it. She thought Vergil was easy to learn from, and he would let her practice until she was comfortable with whatever she was working on.
Dante, on the other hand, was eager to test her strength and reflexes. While Dante might sound upset with her inability to take a direct blow he was actually very happy she was able and willing to spar with him. It was beyond boring to always practice with Vergil. Plus when her attention was completely on him he felt like everything was.. right. At this particular moment he was getting irritated with his brother for babying Raven. Possibly for taking her attention away from him. Maybe.
“Come on Verg enough with talking her to death. Let me finish sparring with her! Besides I know how she learns best.” When Dante glanced toward Sparda Vergil sighed, quickly smiling at Raven and whispering to her:
“Remember follow his movements. I know you’ll get it right eventually.” Vergil stepped back and shot a glare at his younger twin.
Most of practice was like this. Raven felt like she was struggling just to keep up with all the stances, guards, holds… did her back foot move forward with this one, or was it supposed to be the front foot back? Was she holding the sword too high for this one? This was the right angle for the sword, right? Then there was swinging the practice sword. It was heavier than she though it would be. Raven had messed around with Dante’s practice sword before but it hadn’t seemed so heavy then.
When practice was called to an end Raven was sweaty, tired and in desperate need of water. Dante sauntered over to Raven, looking as if he’d only been playing and not working as hard as she was. Vergil too, didn't look as if he'd done much more than play around like usual. Then again, Vergil never really seemed to struggle with much of anything. Vergil was already standing with Raven and reviewing some of the moves she needed to work on.
“Hey, Kitten, you seem to be getting some better at this. You really don’t need a babysitter.” Dante snickered as he looked at Vergil. Vergil shook his head, heaving a sigh. He turned to Raven and held out his left hand.
“We should go inside where it’s cooler and get cleaned up.” Raven took his hand with her right, and wearily smacked Dante’s right arm.
“Vergil isn’t babysitting me. He’s showing me what I’m doing wrong. That’s what you’re supposed to be doing.” Raven sighed and then smiled at Dante. “Come on, let’s go in and get cleaned up.” Raven held out her left hand to Dante and he grabbed it quickly.
As the trio walked back into the house Sparda mulled over today’s training. As he headed towards his study he decided he was quite happy with Raven’s progress. She wasn’t necessarily a natural with a sword, but she was definitely committed to learning. There were times he could see her father’s influence in her footwork or stances. When she got it she really had it, however, he was doubtful if she should really use a sword. Which weapon would Raven be able to handle better though? Sparda sighed; it would have to wait. She needed to learn the basics first, and then he could see about a better-suited weapon.
Meanwhile, the trio had gotten cleaned up and changed clothes. Dante was quick to grab Raven’s hand and started to run towards the kitchen. Raven looked at Vergil helplessly as Dante pulled her along. Not wanting to be left behind, Vergil ran after the pair. Once Vergil caught up he grabbed Dante’s left arm.
“Hey slow down. Raven’s tired if you didn’t notice.” Dante turned to look at Raven. Even though she smiled at him he could still tell she was tired. She had been kinda slow during practice too. Dante frowned slightly as he sighed, turning back to Vergil.
“Fine. You take her to the library, and I’ll bring her something to eat.” Dante smiled at Raven then took off running down the hallway. Vergil took her right hand, and they walked off to the library. The tutor would be there in about 20 minutes or so. Plenty of time to let her rest before her next lesson. Raven slumped into a chair with a sleepy thanks. She lay on the table with her arms crossed, and her head resting on them. She promptly fell asleep. So much for conversation. Vergil was a bit concerned by her lack of energy today.
When Dante came into the library Vergil nearly panicked over the amount of stuff he’d brought. Dante had a precarious pile of an odd assortment of fruits and snacks. Dante set it all down on the table, and then sat on Raven’s left side. He none too gently nudged her awake only to get smacked by her. Dang, she was starting to hit hard. He giggled, pointing at the food. Raven sighed and thanked him, and then began to share with both him and Vergil. That was so her. She never took much, and when she did she shared with both of them. Dante’s ears were burning as he thought about feeding her some of the sweets he had stashed in his secret hiding spot. Maybe something for later. For now though, he needed to make himself disappear before the tutor showed up.
Later when Rosalia walked into the library she glanced at the table where Vergil and Raven were sitting. She noticed the food and drinks on the table but once again Dante was no where to be found. She sighed. That boy would need these classes eventually, but for now she would just focus on Raven. Vergil was already doing well. Human classes were boring to Raven for the most part, though with Vergil’s help she was doing well enough. Rosalia knew once she moved on to herbology then Mrs Eva would have Raven’s undivided attention.
Mrs. Rosa’s classes were necessary, and Raven did the best she could to keep up. Today would be an even bigger struggle though since sword practice had really worn her out. She sighed as she rehashed the way she struggled all morning. It felt worse than normal, but she didn’t know what was causing it. As the history lesson continued Raven could feel her eyelids slowly closing. Why was history so freaking boring? She stifled a yawn with the back of her hand. Then she shifted her chair closer to Vergil eventually resting her head on his left shoulder.
“You’ll tell me all about it right?” she whispered near his ear. Vergil gave a soft hum of affirmation, and Raven took his left hand in her right. Raven smiled and sighed a thanks against the skin of his neck finally letting herself fall asleep. It wasn’t the first time.
Rosalia turned when Raven didn’t answer her question. Rosalia saw that Raven had pushed her chair right next to Vergil’s, and was fast asleep laying partially on him. Vergil was gently brushing her hair back out of her face, and wore such a look of concern that Rosalia hesitated to say anything. At least Vergil seemed intent on taking care of Raven. She shook her head and sighed.
“Vergil.” Rosalia spoke softly leaning forward to lightly tap his arm. Vergil startled slightly, and started to speak. She held up a hand to forestall his excuse.
“In an hour I’ll be back here for the next lesson. Please make sure she’s awake this time.” Rosalia rose as silently as she could, and carefully gathered her things. She paused in the doorway to look back at them. She smiled at the heartwarming scene. She hardly saw Vergil look so happy as when he was looking at Raven. Happy and, dare she say… smitten?
Vergil woke Raven in time for the next lesson, and Raven seemed to be feeling better. The next few classes she participated by answering questions on the story they were reading, A Wrinkle In Time, and practiced writing letters and reviewing sentence structure. Vergil hoped that whatever was affecting her mood would stop soon.
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Anon requested GarrusxReader so I took it and ran with it, haha
I don’t know how many parts this will have or how long it will be, but I will be posting it to AO3, but I won’t be posting it there until after I finished writing and posting it here on my blog.
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A Citadel Love Story
Garrus/Reader
Pre-ME1, though it may start to spill into ME1 events
Warnings: hints of an abusive past relationship, some stalking in later parts (i’ll add more as I go along since the story isn’t finished yet)
Hey Rockstar! Glad to see you're around for another year. 😘 Would you be willing to write Nero and longing touches? I'll def be back for more 🥰
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You watched the the doorway scene in front of you in the doorway with a somber smile. The kids surrounding Nero as he continued packing supplies into the the van nodding along, answering their questions and promises to bring them gifts when he returned while Kyrie gave her hugs and goodbyes to a particularly flushed in the cheeks and a stuttering mess Nico. With how busy things have been even months after with the Qliphoth mess settled, you were used to the scenario before you; Nero and Nico setting out of Fortuna to handle the demonic hoards that were still left over from the Redgrave incident but that still didn't settle the feeling in your heart that would swell watching your lover set off and leave for weeks at a time with only a handful of phone calls from day to day. It was his job, his calling - you knew that, but you just wished that maybe...if you were stronger you could be out there with him. After Kyrie's turn to go over and hug Nero goodbye and best wishes and call to the kids to go upstairs for dinner you find the youngest Sparda shuffling over to you, scratching at the back of his head at his short silver hair. "It'll only be a few days," he promises. "From what Morrison's informants say they're not that many. Just the ones that managed to run off from Lucia and Lady's earlier job. No biggie." You can't help but to sigh and wrap your arms around him. "Even so that doesn't mean go out there and be reckless, alright?" You can feel him raise his hand from behind you to rub at his nose. You pull back slightly to put your hands to his face to make him look you in the eyes. "I believe in you Nero, but just because careful, okay? Lots of people here will miss you if something happened." Fingers rub at the stubble on his face as you pressed a brief kiss to kiss lips. "I know I would." Lots of different emotions you can't exactly pinpointed cross his eyes as his pulls you back into a tighter embrace, like it he let go in the slightest you'd just crumbled and turn into dust right then and there and he has to take even every little moment to cherish you and it just absolutely melts your at your heart, wishing this moment would never end. Until a loud horn breaks up this sweet little moment of yours. "COME ON LOVER BOY, LET'S GET THE SHOW ON THE ROAD!" You've never seen Nero turn more a bright shade of red. Stumbling through his goodbye before hopping into the van, shouting a bunch of profanities at a cackling Nico in the front seat you watch as Nero and the van leave the garage and every which direction down the street (in the normal Nico, the queen of the road, fashion) before it slowly becomes out of view. Even despite your worry and your how much you miss him every time they set out, you know deep in your heart him and Nico will return home to you just fine.
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AN: This is the fourth chapter to a story I'm writing with my OC Raven. I'm not sure how often I'll get new chapters up right now. I'm very critical of my own writing and it makes for difficulties writing let alone posting.
Universe: DMC
Warnings: typical sibling rivalry, fluff, etc.
Vergil x oc!Raven
If you have ideas for childhood hijinks (I don't have sibs so not sure what to add in) suggest something and I'll see if I can fit it story wise. If you like what you read please tell me! I like feedback but please be respectful. As much as I want people to read what I write it isn't necessarily the end goal. Also if you do reblog please don't edit or claim as yours.
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Vergil raced back inside the house. They’re on the roof. The roof of all places! What was Dante thinking, taking her up there? What if she fell? At least she was safe for the moment. It looked like they were above the back study room. Vergil’s mind was racing, planning the quickest route up to that side. That room was upstairs on the 2nd floor, roughly above Mom’s sunroom. If he took the smaller staircase right there he’d be on the right side a few doors down. Then out onto the balcony and..
Vergil slowed to a walk as he passed his mother’s sunroom. She was inside tending to the plants, and softly humming to herself. Vergil made himself stick to a walk even though he desperately wanted to run. It wouldn’t be worth the delay the lecture would cause. After what seemed like hours pass, he was clear of the door far enough that he could pick up the pace again. He ducked into the little alcove that housed the spiral stairwell and began to take the steps two at a time. Once at the top he glanced both ways to get his bearings.
Vergil hurried down the hall to the study. Once there he glanced in, making sure it was empty. He quickly pushed the door open enough he could slip in, then gently closes it behind him. Vergil walked over to the balcony door and unhooked it, thankful that it swung open relatively silently. Mom liked to have the windows all open when she was taking care of the plants. He didn't want to draw attention to the situation if he could avoid it. He looked up towards the roof to see that Dante was already on the trellis that went all the way to the ground. Dante paused and looked back up at the roof and Vergil could hear him encouraging Raven to climb down.
Vergil walked over to the balcony railing to test that he could reach out to it. He nodded when he could and looked up at Raven. She was having some trouble hooking her foot into the top of the trellis. Vergil’s breath faltered when she almost didn’t grab onto the trellis fast enough. As he watched her struggle to get a better grasp on the trellis, he gripped the railing hard.
“Raven, you don’t have to go all the way down. Just climb down to me and I’ll help you over the railing.” Raven carefully looked over and started shifting towards him. She turned and looked at Dante, motioning for him to follow her. Vergil could do nothing but pace back and forth waiting for her to get close enough to the railing. It felt like it took forever for her to get there. Vergil was already leaning out over the railing reaching for her and, with some work, was able to help her get her feet onto the railing. Instead of climbing over the railing though she leans out to Dante. Vergil looks over at his brother and can see the panic on his face.
“I’m stuck! I can’t get over there.” Vergil’s eyes travel down Dante’s legs to see that his foot is indeed tangled in the upper portion of the vines from below. This isn’t good. Mom would be lecturing them for hours and if Dad heard… Vergil pushes the thought from his mind. The most important part right now was to get both of them down safely. Vergil’s thoughts were racing again as he thought of a way to get his brother free.
“Raven, please get onto the balcony. I’ll go get Dante.” Vergil prepared to climb over the railing, but Raven shook her head.
“I’ll be fine, V! Please let me do this.” She turned pleading eyes his way and he swallowed hard. There was no way he could say no to her, but maybe he could convince her that her plan wouldn’t work? Before he had a chance to argue with her she turned back toward Dante. She held her hand out to him but wasn’t reaching for him. Instead a small quarter size orb began to glow in her hand. It then shot out toward Dante’s foot and the offending vine tangled there. The vine caught fire burning away enough that Dante could pull his foot free. Raven let out a small victory yell, but cut it short when her feet slipped on the railing. Vergil managed to catch her, but it was awkward and he could feel her slipping further.
“Dante! Hurry up!” Vergil yelled at his twin. Dante was busy kicking out the fire, and shot an irritated look over at his brother. Once the few small flames were out he started moving again towards the balcony.
“Shut up, I'm going as fast as I can!” Dante yelled back at Vergil. Once Dante reached the side of the trellis closest to the railing he scrambled over as quickly as possible. He then turned to help pull Raven back over. Dante could already see that Vergil is not only losing his grip on Raven, but slowly losing his balance trying to hold her in that awkward position. Dante carefully wraps his arms under her arms and around her chest. He can feel Vergil shifting to try and get in a better position.
Vergil notices that Raven has her eyes squeezed shut so he gently pats her cheek. As her eyes flutter open he smiles at her, relieved that she’s ok. He helps her grab onto the railing again, but his foot slips on the wrought metal, tipping him over. He yelps as he winds up flipping over the railing barely keeping his hands on it. For a brief moment Vergil gets a foot back up but it’s not enough. Raven gasps and lunges out to grab him. Dante loses his hold on her and calls out to her, fear making his voice louder. As they fall towards the ground a voice cuts through their panic.
“Birdie! Fly!” A voice barks out and there is such a tone of command that all three reflexively flinch. Then Raven’s eyes glow gold and wings unfurl behind her. Not enough to actually fly but enough that she’s able to slow their plummet to the ground. It was still a rough landing when she dropped Vergil a few feet from the ground, but a few scrapes and bruises were nothing compared to what almost happened. He quickly leaped to his feet, catching Raven as she collapsed against his chest. They both landed on the ground again, Raven panting as she sprawled across him.
Vergil knew he should get his mom to make sure Raven’s all right, but he couldn’t stop staring. He slowly sat up, cradling her in his arms, her wings shifting around as he moved her. They were a beautiful onyx color on the back, but underneath was a softer grey-blue color. As her wings settled he could feel the soft downy feathers warm against his arms. He debated touching them, but then they glowed gold and were gone.
“Raven. You have wings? Why didn’t you tell me?” Raven didn’t answer, instead snuggling closer to him. When she continued to be silent he glanced at her face to see she was passed out, her hand over his heart and a soft smile on her lips. Vergil’s chest felt tight, and he was overcome with emotions he wasn’t entirely sure of. He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, his cheeks warming.
“Vergil! Raven? Are you two ok?” Eva had run outside once she saw they were on the ground. “What were you thinking, Vergil? She can’t control her powers yet. You know better!”
Modeus walks at a calmer pace out to where Vergil sits with Raven. While Eva continues to lecture the children he kneels down next to Vergil to touch Raven’s cheek. There seems to be a residue of shadow when he removes his hand, but Raven starts to stir. Modeus sighs, then looks at Vergil with a small smile. Modeus pats Vergil’s head, ruffling his hair a bit then stands. It’s then that Eva’s words sink into Vergil’s awestruck brain, bringing him out of his daze.
“Mom, it wasn’t my fault! I was trying to help her down off the roof. She slipped, and we both fell.” Vergil feels the tears starting to well up in his eyes. “Mom, please believe me. I would never do anything to hurt Raven!” He hates that tears are his response to his mother’s scolding. He glances up to the balcony they’d been on but he can’t see Dante at all. Vergil grits his teeth as he thought that Dante was going to let him take the punishment for what he’d done. Again. Except this time was serious. Mom thought he was being careless with Raven, and that was unforgivable.
“You’re lucky that Modeus was talking with me in the sunroom. If he hadn’t heard you and called out to Raven you both could have been seriously hurt!” Raven shifts in Vergil’s embrace and whispers into his ear, “I’m sorry you’re in trouble because of me.” Vergil sighs and rubs her back in soothing circles as she starts to softly cry. She was exhausted and blaming herself, something she tended to do if he got into trouble when she was involved. Modeus sighs, knowing that Eva is simply upset over a near disaster. Modeus opens his mouth to speak, but is interrupted by Sparda.
“Dante.” Sparda intones. Dante flinched as his father pulled him out to where the others were. Eva turns and with one look knows who the instigator was this time. The boy still had leaves and dirt all over his clothing.
“Modeus, I believe Raven should start her training now. Eva will pick a suitable room for her and,” Sparda glanced at Vergil still holding Raven in his arms. “Vergil will help her get settled.”
