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[makingdevilscry]

a devil's baptism

"I won't break," you insisted firmly, trying to protect your pride. "You will for me."

SUMMARY | The inexperienced eldest son of Sparda stumbles upon a troubled woman who entices him into an intimate tryst.

GENRE | smut, dark romance, fantasy, oneshot

WC | 4k

TAGS | 18+ MDNI, female!reader x ndmc!vergil, hard dom vergil, sexual inexperience, oral sex, breast worship, prostitution, squirting, implied masturbation, coming untouched, accidental voyeurism, outdoor sex, heavy themes, slight angst, mentions of physical abuse and violence, aftercare, vergil has a heart if you squint

Basically an AU fic about Vergil's first sexual experience. Longer A/N at the end. Enjoy reading!

© 2026 Making Devils Cry. All rights reserved. Do not translate, plagiarize, or post anywhere.

Sweat. Blood. Demon viscera. On any given day, the grime of Makai clung to Vergil like a second skin, suiting the visage of Nelo Angelo, right-hand of Mundus.

After efficiently dispatching a group of traitorous lesser demons, overseeing the western regions of Makai, and besting dozens of opponents handpicked by the reigning demon monarch for Vergil's edification, he was desperate for one thing.

Yamato sliced through the air with ease, tearing through space to create a temporary escape from the demon wasteland he called home.

Vergil sheathed the dark blade while stepping through the jagged portal, and for a moment, it was as if he were staring at the world through an amethyst glow.

Once he emerged from the other side, he'd reverted to his human form, fresh air rushing into his lungs, allowing him a reprieve from Makai's toxic ozone.

The landscape had shifted from a grey wasteland to a serene forest, moonlight filtering through lush canopies. Vergil followed the upstream river until he came upon a grand waterfall, a deep pool at the base of it.

He didn't need to glimpse his reflection in the water to know he looked every part the executioner of Hell, blood-stained red from head to toe.

Vergil spotted a suitable boulder to prop the Yamato against before shedding his coat and the rest of his soiled attire, making a mental note to purify his blade afterwards.

Based on his previous visits, the area seemed to be isolated, aside from the town nestled deep within the valley. Due to this, Vergil was able to unwind even more so than in his quietest moments on Makai. No jesters or succubus skulking about in the shadows, hellbent on testing his patience.

Vergil slipped into the pool, his body immediately submerged in frigid water. His blood naturally ran hot, especially so from his endeavors on Makai, so he found the icy sensation soothing.

Water lapped at his cut waistline, then around his ribs until he was shoulder-deep, plunging beneath the white water to reach the inner sanctum of the waterfall.

Recalling his late mother's words— it was the most dangerous part to swim in— but now he had nothing to fear.

Vergil breached the surface, finding himself in the alcove, the rush of water echoing off the stone walls. It did little to drown out the memories of his childhood, time spent racing across lakes with his twin brother in Red Grave before his home went up in flames. A lifetime ago, or so it felt.

Vergil exhaled sharply before finding his footing in the shallower part of the inner pool. When he pushed his hair back from his eyes, his hand came away smeared with damning crimson. The world outside this waterfall could wait for the half-devil to cleanse himself of sins he'd never ask forgiveness for.

It had been an impossible day, one that compelled you to risk a beating by sneaking out of town after the brothel house had settled after hours. Trekking up to the cascades was a chance you were willing to take to get away.

Once you reached the falls, you kicked off your sandals and immediately waded into the pool with a splash, welcoming the numbing sensation.

The edges of your robe became drenched as you scooped a handful of water and pressed it between your tacky thighs. You tried to focus on how the water soothed your sore skin.

For a moment, all that filled your ears was the rushing current until you heard a sob and realized it was your own. Slapping your palm against your mouth, you swallowed your voice, working to steady your breathing. Crying failed to change anything in your experience.

With this grave reminder, you tossed your robe onto a rock by the riverside to resume cleansing your body of filth.

Moments later, you were curled up beneath your damp robe, staring up at the stars ahead, worn. How much had you made today? Whatever it was, it hadn't been enough; your Mistress made that much clear. There was no other choice but to push yourself harder once business resumed the following day.

Absently, you ran your hand over your body, a weariness sinking into your bones. You had scrubbed your bruised skin raw. It was sensitive to the touch, but it still didn't feel spotless enough.

It was easy for you to dissociate during your work. To stare up at the ceiling past the shoulder of a stranger and imagine yourself on another planet entirely.

Even more so now, surrounded by vast skies and stars twinkling overhead, all tauntingly beautiful.

Silently, you dragged your hand down your sternum, finding the heat between your thighs. It was impossible to get a moment to yourself back at the brothel, but you felt more at ease out here anyway.

Enough to feel like you could take back some semblance of control over yourself, to tend to your needs on your own terms. Your eyes fluttered closed as you attempted to lose yourself in the sensations, even if just for a brief moment of reprieve.

Vergil had gone still upon sensing a single, lone presence beyond the river. His brows furrowed, not out of worry but annoyance. He had grown attached to the location and was far from enthused about being interrupted in the midst of his session.

Then again, the presence didn't feel anything like an overwhelming threat; the scent of a sapien female in the air muddled with fouler odors. If he kept concealed, perhaps he could stay until they vacated the premises sooner or later.

Vergil remained hidden behind the wide curtain of rushing water but went about his business, striving to quiet the thrumming in his veins from battle.

Just then, a small, grieved sound reached Vergil's ears, prompting him to pause. The pleading cries of demons were all the same to him. He'd been the cause of plenty in the throne room of the castle at the feet of Mundus. Humans were even less of his concern, yet he wrestled with the infuriatingly curious part of himself.

Seldom did Vergil interact with humans unless it was to trade for items used to maintain the Yamato and aid his dark rituals. He had no intention to do so now. Instead, he shifted behind the thinner edges of the cascades, where they parted slightly, allowing him a view of the sapien beyond the falls.

Sharp blue eyes rounded at the sight before him. The woman was lost in her self-pleasure.

He quickly tore away his gaze, but the image flashed in his mind, his pulse quickening in succession. Lithe fingers dancing across soft curves, doing unspeakable things.

Let us taste her flesh.

His demon side bristled— senses sharpening, clawing at his skull, the sapien's mouthwatering scent reaching him more clearly now. Vergil never entertained himself with the depraved demons of Makai, though Mundus' shameless consorts have thrown themselves at him since he was a child.

Never once felt compelled to satisfy his needs amongst demons. But for some reason, that woman's damp warmth cut through the mist in a way Vergil had not experienced before, leaving him in a rare, lightheaded state.

Vergil knew he was still keyed up from combat because his body was responding to the human's moans in troubling ways. Nothing he wasn't able to handle on his own, surely.

Realizing his effects were still strewn about on the boulders, the half-devil considered his options for escape.

Pulled from reverie, your eyes snapped open at the sound of sloshing water from an unknown source nearby. You freeze, eyes scanning the opposite side of the pool before settling on a shadowy figure emerging from behind the falls.

Blood running cold, you silently berate yourself for letting your guard down. You slam your thighs shut as you scramble for a shard of rock, anything to defend yourself.

The second moonlight illuminated the figure, your eyes widened. You recognized the silhouette was a man's as opposed to a monster's. Suddenly, you see red.

How long had this pervert been spying on you?

Self-preservation urged you to remain silent, but some weak semblance of pride came to your aid to cover up your mortification. You had been interrupted after all.

"How dare you?"

Your voice rang through the clearing, over the roar of the cascades… and seemed to fall upon deaf ears. You inhaled sharply, anticipating retaliation from the intruder.

But he didn't spare you a glance, nor did he shy away from your gaze, either. He reached for his clothing, unconcerned.

Puzzled, you swept your gaze across his body and realized his physique was that of a warrior. Not a single scar littered his pale skin, but it was the most honed body you've seen in your entire life.

With that stoic yet handsome face, he may even be a royal. Possibly one that's never seen the front lines, but the way he moved and took up space somehow felt earned.

Your gaze briefly dipped beneath his waistline just to confirm your suspicions. Ridiculously well-endowed, unlike the glutinous and vile males that passed through the brothel.

Swallowing thickly, you recognized your mistake and observed him closely. As the man dressed, you began to realize it was unlikely that he was from around here.

His slicked-back hair was as stark as the moon. It contrasted with his dark attire that appeared strange yet aristocratic. Pieces of armor fell into place above his shins and around his chest, broad shoulders filling out a long blue coat emblazoned with gold. You felt even more vulnerable as the sole one nude now, but it also gave you an idea.

You decided to try again more tactfully, tugging on your robe, allowing just enough bare skin to appear tempting. "Where do you come from, traveler?"

Ignored without so much as a glance.

You gnawed on your cheek. "Does one normally spy on women bathing from where you—"

His gloved hand retrieved a long, sheathed katana from behind a rock, and you faltered slightly.

"I was here well before you arrived."

Oh. The low timbre of his voice settled somewhere behind your ribs. Attractive-sounding despite his attitude. This only irked you further.

"Surely you were. For what cause do you wield your blade?"

Glacier eyes finally pierced yours from across the river. "Are you that desperate to find out?"

"Amongst other things."

He fell silent at the faux sultry lilt injected into your voice. All you heard in the silence was coins falling into the palm of your hand.

"Not inclined to answer? Fine," You continue boldly, riding high on his undivided attention, "I have considered the possibility that I'm not your preference, but one shouldn't assume."

You peered at him expectantly, noticing him track the way you crossed your legs with a pinched expression.

"While you may have arrived here first, it wasn't very courteous of you to interrupt my bathing session—"

The white-haired man cut you off with a scoff, "Should I have bided my time in the shadows and waited until you finished?"

You gave him a tight smile, "Ignorance is bliss."

"Wise words to heed." The stranger deadpaned, resting his hand on the hilt of his weapon and turning on his heel.

"Wait." You licked your lips, choosing your next words carefully, "What I meant to say is that we can both glean something worthwhile from this chance meeting."

He paused in his tracks.

"It's obvious that you could easily buy out my town's entire brothel if you so wished, but I can offer you a better deal than my Mistress could. Right here and now."

"A sapien has nothing of value to offer me."

A what?

"You don't converse with women often, do you?"

His stoic face remained imperceptible, but you noticed his jaw clench.

"I thought so." You lowered your lashes, openly appraising him now. You rolled your shoulders slightly, ensuring the loose collar of your robe revealed more of your cleavage. "I just might have something of value to offer you then."

In a millisecond, he disappeared from your sight, and then you were eye to eye with the hilt of his blade hanging at his waist, your hair strewn about from a large gust of wind.

He was just across the river pool a second ago, and now…

The unmistakable scent of blood immediately infiltrated your senses, emanating from his looming figure. Fear shot through your spine.

"Enough."

Demon. The word formed on the tip of your tongue, but your voice faltered.

"Still desperate for my coin? Leave now, and don't come back." A test dressed as an ultimatum.

Anybody in their right mind ought to obey. Nevertheless, your daring gaze crawled up his body until you met his challenging expression. Eyes narrowing, you decided to stand your ground.

"I'm not going anywhere. I risk plenty just coming here, and I come here often. In fact, this is my favorite waterfall in the entire valley."

Your audacity earned you a cocked silver brow. While the man exuded danger and power under control, something supernatural resided within him. Nothing human moved like that.

Regardless, you had already made up your mind, and could sense he hadn't, not really. Why entertain your conversation if he wasn't the least bit curious about your body?

"Maybe I'll allow you to stay and satisfy your curiosity if you pay me what I'm owed."

That earned you a chilling stare from the demon.

Unflinching, you waited with bated breath, hoping for an outcome that would at least leave you with your head intact and heavier pockets. The details of how could be spared, as always.

"Pay you what you're owed..." He rolled the words around his mouth, his eyes trailing over your face, assessing.

Sure, you knew you were being brazen, but it wasn't like you could afford to be anything else. If he accepted your offer, all the better. You'd scrape together any coin to lessen your debt to the whore house.

If he said no, well, you might escape with your life if the demon was still feeling generous—

"Deal."

Your brows shot up, and then determination crossed your features as you reached for his belt. Turns out good-looking men were still men after all.

However, he swiftly caught your wrist; a grip you couldn't break if you wanted to.

You froze as he lowered to his knees, pressing a gloved hand to your chest until you were displayed to his liking against the sloped boulder. The panels of your robe fell open, a shiver wracking through your body at the breeze.

Most patrons wanted you to service them and do the heavy lifting, but if he wanted to call the shots, so be it.

"Skip out on payment, and I'll chase you to the ends of the earth," you warned.

The man gathered your wrists above your head with a single hand and used the other to tug his katana from his waist, making your stomach drop.

Seeing the color drain from your face, he inclined his chin and set it aside, lips curling subtly in amusement.

"Your blade won't come into play later… will it?" As intriguing a concept as that would be, you weren't prepared for it.

"It may."

"What?"

He took hold of your chin, his touch blazing. It was startling, but his fingers felt good against your chilled cheeks.

Static flickered behind his irises. "Beggars can't be choosers. Can they, human?"

"You are a demon." The accusation escaped you in a breath.

Unfortunately, the blue-eyed stranger didn't deny it. With ease, he dragged his free hand down your throat to rest over your thrumming heartbeat, keeping you pinned against stone.

"And to think you were so curious about whether or not I could properly wield it."

Before you can retort, he squeezes your breast, testing the soft flesh before running a knuckle back and forth against your nipple. The repeated sensation dampens your thighs embarrassingly quickly.

Recognition sparked behind his stare as he categorized your reactions.

His large hand flexed against your wrists while the other slid to your opposite breast, thumb toying against your nipple in slow circles. For a moment, your eyes fluttered shut at the pleasure, heat steadily rebuilding behind your navel.

When had another's touch felt remotely bearable since being sold to the brothel? It was completely foreign.

The white-haired demon released a satisfied huff before leather gave under the tug of his teeth. With one glove discarded, his hand splayed across your belly in tantalizing arcs, mapping the skin just above the junction of your thighs.

"You feel like you've been sitting in a kiln."

He'd come from that pool of ice water; you were certain of it. With how hot he ran, you wanted him to touch you all over to keep you from freezing to death.

The blue devil mused at your squirming. He cupped the underside of your breast and tentatively slid his warm tongue over the hardened nub.

His low groan rumbled against your tit, silver lashes fluttering as if taken by surprise at the taste. Considering his expression seemed to barely budge in general, that was saying something.

Distantly, you wondered how true your teasing remark was about his lack of experience with a lover.

At this proximity, the metallic scent lingering on his skin was even more intoxicating. The back of your neck prickled as a jarring thought entered your mind. How many people had this warrior slain before you stumbled across him?

So long as he paid you after all was said and done, it shouldn't have mattered, or so you kept trying to convince yourself. For all you knew, you could be next. Though, wouldn't he have offed you already had he wanted to? Maybe he was waiting until he used you up…

Suddenly, you found it difficult to look him in the eyes, but the graze of his teeth over your chest caused you to gasp, drawing your attention back to him.

That stoic expression of his had morphed into something hungry but faintly hesitant.

However, when you arched into the heat of his mouth, he swirled his tongue to soothe and drew more of your flesh past his lips with an eager suckle.

"Haah…"

At your shaky moan, he hums in approval, his grip adjusting around your wrists.

Finally, his fingers traced a light path southward, searching for your deep source of ache. You parted your slick thighs, watching his hand descend between them.

He observed you with rapt attention, stroking your soft curls with intention but lacking in precision. Dissatisfied with your reaction, he slipped the pad of his finger lower, centimeter by centimeter, until your hips finally jolted. You almost wanted to congratulate him.

"Impossibly wet," He muttered, focused on gathering your arousal and spreading it around your swollen clit in languid circles. Mimicking how you'd been touching yourself earlier to a tee.

Your chest heaved, realizing just how closely he'd been watching you from behind the cascades.

"Do you— do you draw out your victims' suffering like you do your lovers' pleasure?"

The dizzying strokes didn't cease even as he considered you with eyes that narrowed briefly in amusement.

"What do you think, sapien?" His fingers dipped into your entrance, then tapped your clit, taunting.

That unusual term again. You really had propositioned a demon from another realm for pleasure. You exhaled, shutting your eyes tight, readying yourself for the dull ache of his digits.

Just then, you felt him pause.

You fixed him with an expectant look, fingers flexing against his unyielding grip over your head. "I won't break," you insisted firmly, trying to protect your pride.

"You will for me."

Without warning, the man dragged your lower body high upon his chest and captured you against his torso as if you weighed nothing.

Yelping in shock, you blinked rapidly to see him leaning back on his haunches, fastening a steel arm around your waist to keep you in place. His other hand gripped your thigh to keep you spread for him, settling your knees over his shoulders.

Blue eyes raked over your curves like a predator surveying its prey, deciding where to partake from first. From his vantage point, he caught sight of your round eyes staring up at him in disbelief, your flushed face framed by the swell of your breasts, and the rest of you bracketed by your silky, soaked thighs.

The view was almost excessively indulgent for Vergil, who was so used to looking at rot and unsightly demons day in and day out. He couldn't have been more entranced with the way you glistened for him beneath velvety moonlight, your sweet musk suffocating his senses.

His doing.

At his mercy.

He skimmed his nose through your wetness with a growl, gaze darkening as you bucked and clutched at his arm. It was then that you noticed it: his neglected cock pressed firm between your shoulder blades, straining against his trousers.

Unable to contain himself any longer, his hot tongue followed suit, dragging through your slick folds and settling heavy against your throbbing clit.

"Ah!" You threw an arm over your face, completely overwhelmed.

"No," He rasped, capturing your hands and pinning them against your stomach beneath his forearm. "Let me watch you shatter."

Once he sealed his mouth over your pussy, it was impossible to do anything but surrender in his hold. Each lash of his tongue was more desperate than the last, intuition driven by a thirst you underestimated in him.

"Please," You pant hotly, incapable of little else but begging to be put out of your misery. "Please, ruin me."

Something wicked possessed your captor then.

He lapped a warm, zealous stripe up your slit and buried his tongue into your dripping heat with an unholy groan that reverberated through your bones. At the same time, he slid his hand from your inner thigh and found your sweet spot with ease, beginning to rub slick circles into your sensitive clit.

Nothing could have prepared Vergil for the moment your sweetness flooded his mouth. You spilled past his lips in warm pulses, and the half-devil reveled in it.

All of his demonic senses converged to a single point: the human melting in his arms. His vision blurred as he came undone, his cock pulsing against the curve of your spine, staining his trousers.

He watched your eyes flutter with ecstasy, enthralled with how you seized against him before your body went slack with pleasure.

It was impossible to differentiate the sound of blood rushing in your ears and the cresting water of the cascades. Shimmering black filled your vision as you caught your breath.

"Ambrosia…" He sighed against your mound, stealing one last taste of your essence on the tip of his tongue before gently releasing you down onto the stone slab.

After a minute, you found yourself blinking blearily up at the starlit sky, delicate aftershocks wracking your body intermittently, mind blank. And then a cool damp cloth was being swiped across your lower body, pulling a gasp from your throat.

"That's cold." You protested halfheartedly, taken aback by his unexpected gentleness. When men touched you, it was never for your pleasure, let alone for your well-being. Especially not someone like you.

Your menial complaint earned you a slow blink from the man leaning over you. "You'd prefer I use my tongue again."

Heat crept up into your cheeks, all clever comebacks dying in your throat.

"No…" A surefire lie.

He dipped the cloth into the river again and wrung it out, rising to his feet. "I see."

A few strands had fallen across his forehead, likely the fault of your flailing legs. You noticed he'd used his grey cravat to clean you up. Without it, he looked a little more undone, like a rogue knight that hailed from a netherworld. Except that the dark energy around him seemed to have settled, if only slightly.

He turned away and reached into his coat, placing an object onto a nearby boulder. From where you sat, it glinted in the moonlight. "What you are owed."

Then he unsheathed his blade, and with two slashes, the scent of ozone filled the air, a violet glow bursting across your vision. A portal.

Your lips parted then closed, astounded. A hundred questions swamped your mind, but only one thought emerged from the haze.

"Seek me out again."

He turned back slightly, expression indiscernible at your demand. "A difficult request without a name to go by."

The heir of Sparda didn't need your name to track you down. Your scent alone sufficed, but you didn't need to know that.

"You first."

'Obstinate woman,' he thought.

"Vergil."

You gave your name without fear, committing the strange mirage before you to memory. A bewitching blue devil to dwell on when you returned to town.

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A/N | I have a soft spot for NDMC Vergil (And yes, I love all versions of Vergil), so after rewatching S2 for the nth time, this is what happens when I contemplate how he might find empathy for humans who mirror his struggles but also move with bravery (i.e. vergil's interactions with lady and matilda, more on that at a later date). Albeit his version of empathy is a little more twisted in this fic.

While it's not confirmed that he had already conceived Nero by season 2, I wanted to explore his inexperience as a lover and how his demon instincts influence his desire for intimacy.

He may be the Sparda brother who has more experience in integrating his dark side, but I wonder how much that control extends into his love life, or lack thereof. So consider this fic to take place in an alternate universe.

Like, reblog, or share if you enjoyed. Thanks for reading!

[makingdevilscry]

a devil's fatal affliction

"You are foolish to think you ever had control to relinquish to me in the first place."

SUMMARY | Vergil spirals into a deep obsession with a troubled woman he can't resist.

GENRE | smut, dark romance, fantasy, angst, one-shot

WC | 6k

TAGS | 18+ MDNI, Vergil Sparda x female!reader, harddom!Vergil, morally grey characters, sexual inexperience, prostitution/sex work, heavy themes, possessiveness, bondage/blindfolding, sexual tension, blowjob, oral sex, light biting, intercrural sex, rimming, mentions of physical abuse/harassment, slightly bratty reader, zero negotiation, aftercare, Vergil falls first and harder, Vergil has a heart if you squint, why is Vergil so daddy in this one omg, this is filthier than a devil's baptism ngl

A/N | This unexpected second installment was wholly fueled by the few kind comments on A Devil's Baptism on here and ao3. I've never been a fast writer, but I did work on this bit by bit for the past month lol. I like to let fics simmer for a bit, then revise with fresh eyes and repeat.

I decided to try something slightly different and alternate between Vergil and the reader's POV, strictly keeping their perspectives limited. While this was a bit more challenging to write, I think it allows you to infer and speculate on Vergil's motivations more during the intimate scenes. Additional A/N at the end. Enjoy!

Read A Devil's Baptism here. Masterlist.

© 2026 Making Devils Cry. All rights reserved. Do not translate, plagiarize, or post anywhere.

When Vergil returned to Makai, he felt the need to overcorrect his foolish behavior by throwing himself into his duties as Nelo Angelo. Despite feeling strangely off-kilter from his first intimate encounter with a human, he executed his missions flawlessly and was commended for swift brutality.

But even then, the human's teasing voice plagued his mind: 'Do you draw out your victims' suffering like you do your lovers' pleasure?'

Contrary to what Vergil led her to believe, he wasn't the kind of warrior who prolonged his opponents' pain. And yet, a part of him wanted her to experience even a fraction of the turmoil she had managed to incite in him since their tryst.

He left her by the river sated and vulnerable, but that night would've ended very differently had he fully given in to his baser urges.

Such desires vexed him, and to his displeasure, they've only intensified since. While he'd been able to handle his own needs, they'd proven insufficient and lackluster by comparison to her. He hadn't anticipated the hunger; sharp, consuming, and wholly beneath him.

Vergil had always held himself above indulgence, but when that woman, a mere human, refused to cower from him, something he’d kept buried surged forth before he could stop it. One moment she'd been crying, trying to soothe the wounds inflicted by her own kind, and the next, she dared to challenge a devil.

In his experience, demons were incapable of feeling anything beyond lust or contempt for humans. Especially so towards a half-breed like himself that carried the blood of a Sparda, the dark knight who both represented the rise and fall of demon kind, branded as a traitor by the bitter and ignorant. Vergil was already considered a severe abnormality, but in all his years within Mundus' court, there were still those who saw his bloodline as power and gazed upon him with a covetous desire.

So for a human to unsettle a devil’s carnal nature, to make lust feel like weakness? Unheard of—and Vergil would ensure it remained so. If anybody caught wind of this, his reputation would be called under scrutiny.

He refused to be seen as an eager hellhound desperate for scraps of attention. Unlike a certain red devil wasting away on earth, Vergil did not require sapien comforts to get on with his day.

It took a mere three days before he broke and returned to the waterfall that bore witness to his deplorable affairs. An incredibly impulsive and foolish choice, especially when he decided to linger like a pathetic stray, hoping she would show. Three days had not been enough to forget what she'd done to him.

When she failed to show, Vergil's irritation hit its limit. He was tempted to go into town to locate her himself, but he thought twice. It dawned on Vergil that he knew her name, her scent, and her very taste—when all the while he also knew better than to have gotten involved at all.

At least an entire realm's worth of space needed to be maintained between them; anything less was precarious. After all, how could Sparda's true heir even think about simpering for a human?

Their encounter had been a lapse in judgement, which was why he needed to face her one last time to prove he could resist her temptation and remain unaffected. Otherwise, he'd be no better than the vile, falsified rumors about his father.

Yet resolve alone could not explain how he ended up in the shadows outside an unassuming teahouse.

Upon entering the establishment, he was assaulted by various scents that were unmistakably human. The interior appeared lavish, but beneath the incense and roasted tea leaves, it reeked of sex.

Revolting, except for the one scent that, to his annoyance, grew stronger the moment he crossed the threshold. The woman resided somewhere within the building, and the sooner he found her, the sooner he'd be able to confirm that he was still in control.

Two female staff had been conversing at the counter but paused when he approached. Both of their eyes lit up when he pushed back his hood. They exchanged keen glances before the older, more elegantly dressed of the two spoke up.

"Welcome in, sir. Please, follow me into our waiting room. May we take your cloak?"

Vergil shrugged off the dark fabric, letting the younger woman store it in a back room. He followed who he assumed to be the Madam into a quaint waiting room, a cushion waiting for him over tatami.

"You must have traveled a long way. Have you visited with us before?"

"Yes," he lied.

"Welcome back. Now, would you like to see who is available this evening for your company, or do you have someone in mind?"

Vergil gave your name, the first time he'd spoken it aloud outside of his chambers.

The Madam's eyes widened slightly before she expertly composed herself. "She has already been requested for this hour. If you wish, may I introduce someone of finer standing—"

"She is the sole one I want to see. Name your price."

The Madam's painted, wrinkled lips parted in consideration, then pressed into an appeasing line. "Apologies, sir, but we operate in a bit of a different manner. If your evening allows, you may rest here until her engagement concludes. Her later half of the night is still open; shall I secure it in your name?"

Pragmatic. Such rules were in place, likely to keep fights from breaking out amongst patrons.

Vergil's jaw worked as he glanced towards the rest of the wooden lobby. The half-devil wasn't used to abiding by human rules and regulations, but seeing as his only other option was razing the establishment… he shook off the intrusive thought.

Sapien affairs had never been his concern, but the brothel did pose as a minor nuisance, in the way that a fly might.

If he dispatched the Madam and any other higher-ranked staff, it would allow him to deal with you much more freely. Then again, to go to such extreme lengths for a sapien was an unnecessary hassle.

If he did, he'd be left with the burdensome responsibility of you. Returning to Makai with you in tow was an impossible feat. It's unlikely you would last even an hour in his realm due to the toxins in the air. Inhospitable environment aside, Nelo Angelo certainly could not be seen fraternizing with a sapien.

Vergil's human form alone was openly berated by his peers within the castle. Your presence would cause an uproar and bring his loyalty under scrutiny. You'd be a weakness he could never afford.

Placing you anywhere else on Earth where you'd be likely to thrive would be less of a hassle. However, the prospect of you gaining the freedom to cleave to another made him hesitate, something ugly rearing its head in his logic.

Vergil refused to acknowledge the tight, unwelcome pinch in his chest. What did a sapien's affairs matter to a demon? He had already learned the hard way that sentiment is a fatal affliction. A truth he discovered in blood and suffering and swore to remember always on behalf of his mother.

Vergil was no knight in shining armor; he hoped you weren't foolish enough to see him as such.

So, he gave the Madam a curt nod and settled into his seat. "Remind me of your services."

A dull pain throbbed in your cheek as you righted your robes over your shoulders, glimpsing the bruise blooming across your jaw in a tiny mirror. The bastard you refused to kiss had slapped you so hard you'd have given anything to sink your nails into his eye sockets.

But he was a known regular, and the other girls were working within close quarters. Only thin paneled screens separated the designated spaces for the lower-ranked courtesans, so with great self-control, you refused to make a scene. One of the errand girls named Mari rushed you once the hour was finished, and you had little motivation to resist her.

"Come. The Madam sent me to get you cleaned up and painted for your next patron," She whispered, tugging you into the hallway and up the stairs.

Since when did you ever get pampered before a session? Usually wiping down was sufficient.

"There's a man who requested you by name. He's been waiting, and you will host him in the luxe suite. Who is he?"

"I couldn't say," You insisted tiredly, letting her pull you into one of the large chambers that were typically off limits to lower courtesans like yourself.

Whoever he was, he must've been wealthy. On any other given day, you'd have been ecstatic to be out of the shared rooms even if for a night, but little could lift your spirit today.

"I swear on my life he's the finest man this brothel ever seen. White hair, blue eyes? Sound familiar?"

Vergil.

You swallowed thickly, an odd sense of anticipation spreading through your chest. "I'd have to see him first."

You'd been a mess that night by the falls, in need of a brief escape but even more so in need of money to put towards your crippling debt to the brothel. In all truth, your mental state had only frayed further since, but at the very least tonight you'd be miserable in fine robes with a good-looking stranger. Or demon, rather.

Your encounter with Vergil had been exhilarating, his attentiveness despite his inexperience and gruffness rather charming, but you'd make no mistake to fall for him.

Mari began to undress you, tossing your robe onto the floor and pushing you into a large, hot basin filled with spring water. Your hiss was all but ignored as she scrubbed at your skin with a washcloth.

"Wouldn't you remember someone with stark white hair? Apparently he's been here before, but I don't recognize him at all. He looks like a noble but—" Mari gasped in dismay, finally spotting the patchy flush across your jaw. "What happened?"

You ran your hand through the scalding water, watching the surface ripple. "It's nothing to fret over." Harassment was a common occurrence. The majority of patrons knew kissing was improper etiquette in your line of work, but entitled, delusional lowlifes still existed.

"Oh, gosh. We have to get that covered up."

"I'm in your hands, Mari."

As the Madam led Vergil deeper inside the building, muted sounds of pleasure bled through the thin partitions, each one scraping against his sharp hearing. He tuned them out with a scowl, sorely reminded of his shortcomings.

The blue devil's patience had been bled dry. With every second that ticked by in this sordid place, unwanted thoughts of you threatened to breach the walls of his mind—crushed before they could surface.

He caught your scent earlier on a grumbling sapien swine who barreled out the door. The unwelcome reminder that you entertained more than one lover caused Vergil's hand to twitch against the hilt of Yamato.

Vergil had known what he was getting into when he agreed to compensate you that night by the waterfall. Of course he knew, and still he'd bitten out of curiosity he should have never indulged.

Vergil would not be led astray by his urges again. No sapien would be granted any significance in his world. He came for one reason alone. This would be his first and last visit to your domain, nothing more.

"She awaits your company, sir."

The door slid shut, and you found Vergil's sharp eyes in the dim lantern light, his physicality even more imposing within four enclosed walls, never mind the suite's spaciousness.

Your pulse tripped at the sight of his severe yet handsome features, remembering the way his fervent efforts led to your ruin. It was a wonder he stopped when he did that night, when most men would take it all the way.

Still, your seemingly impenetrable devil in disguise had returned to you, cloaked in that unforgettable blue coat, wielding that curious, enchanted blade at his side.

"Vergil. You found me." With a subtle smile, you tempered your excitement and gracefully poured him tea, just as you've done hundreds of times before.

When Vergil remained by the doorway, you lifted your head curiously. Was he being shy after everything?

"Please, come join me for some tea." You gestured politely to the floor cushion by your side.

"That mark."

Your lips parted in surprise as you raised a hand to your tender jaw. You thought Mari did a decent job hiding the bruise with powder.

"Oh, just a silly accident. Please don't concern yourself with the matter."

Vergil's eyes narrowed, scrutinizing. Already sensing him bristle, you rushed forward, placing yourself between him and the door. Whether he was thinking to leave or inflict punishment on the perpetrator, you weren't sure, nor were you willing to take any chances.

The brothel couldn't afford to lose any regular patrons; you couldn't afford it. Not tonight, not with your debt strangling you—and if he made a scene, you'd be punished for it. "It's nothing of significance. Stay. I really hoped we'd see each other again." 

His eyes were piercing, nearly making you sweat beneath your collar before they shut briefly in concession. Eventually, he moved past you towards the open balcony with that intimidating gait of his, resembling the restrained prowl of a white tiger.

"You kept me waiting, human."

You released a huff, but lowered your voice to something polite, "Thank you for your patience. I had previous engagements, as you know."

"Not just today."

It took you a moment to realize he must've returned to the waterfall at some point. "I haven't been granted a chance to leave at all. Not even to pawn your payment from our last meeting. When did you return to the falls?"

Vergil met your gaze. Despite his impeccable appearance, you sensed frustration beneath the surface. "Returning was a lapse in discipline."

You fell silent at the unexpected contrition tightening his voice. "Well… I'm sure you're a busy man, and yet you still found me. It's only human to desire comfort."

Vergil's jaw tightened; that unreadable gaze of his flitted down to your lips, his brow furrowing. "Comfort is a human weakness. You know I am not human."

"Considering your strange abilities, I garnered as much. You aren't, at least not fully…"

Teleportation. Portals. Effortless strength. Unusually sharp eyesight. Definitely inhuman.

“Even knowing what I am, you persisted in provoking me.”

Provoking. You supposed you did plenty of that during your first meeting and regretted none of it. Seeing as how wild your last encounter had been, the current amount of formality between you two tickled you a bit. Outside of town, you didn't have to upkeep a facade. But the brothel had a reputation to uphold, and you easily assumed a mask to protect yourself within its walls.

Reading people had become easier over the years, and discernment was a skill you honed to ensure your survival. Vergil allowed little room for pretenses even though he maintained a pristine front himself. However, after your brief encounter, you questioned its integrity.

Clearly something about you drew him back, but he felt distant and agitated, like a wild creature that was unwilling to admit it wanted to be domesticated. It didn't matter what the reason might've been; it was your job to close the gap at any cost. Vacillating men like Vergil just required a bit more effort to secure.

You slid your hand across his chest and peered up at his regal features from under your lashes. Not a white strand out of place, except for the single one that fell over his brow. His natural scent pervaded the space as you leaned closer. Faintly metallic but not as overwhelming as last time, with hints of dry stone underlined by dark musk. Deliciously masculine.

"It doesn't make a difference to me. I won't make you wait any longer, Vergil."

The sharp inhale he took sounded like raw restraint fraying at the edges, his broad chest rising and falling beneath your fingertips. The definition of pent-up if you ever saw it.

"I forget…" Deliberately pressing your breasts against his chest, your voice dipped to a whisper meant only for him, "You prefer to be the one in control."

A flicker of shock crossed his features when you withdrew your touch. He smothered it, a storm gathering behind his eyes as he watched you retreat one step, then another.

In a blur, he caught your waist, trapping you firmly against him. You felt him then, the hard planes of his body and the prominent bulge between your thighs. Your nipples drew taut beneath your robe as his dark eyes bore into you.

"You are foolish to think you ever had control to relinquish to me in the first place." The half-demon relished the deep shiver that wracked your body, the sound of your quickening pulse as clear as church bells to his ears.

He unraveled the braided rope and sash holding your robe together and made quick work of securing your wrists behind your back in a perfectly tight knot with the rope. His eyes never left yours even as you stared back in momentary disbelief, offering yourself up willingly.

The art of shibari had become a skill you honed to strengthen your repertoire as a courtesan. It had also been a venture that provided a sense of control for you in a world that permitted you little. It was clear that Vergil would never surrender himself willingly, but the image of him bound with intricate knots was certainly enticing. However, it was unlikely he'd allow you to today. You noticed he had a penchant for ensuring you hadn't forgotten your place in his pecking order.

Vergil's fingers curled around your nape like claws, his cold voice ghosting against your ear: "Kneel."

Once you obediently dropped to your knees, Vergil's hand withdrew, leaving you longing for his touch. Suddenly, cool silk slid over your eyes, completely obscuring your vision. You drew in a sharp breath, realizing he used your sash. Chills shot down your spine as you tuned into his movements around you and tried to anticipate his next move.

Something briefly scraped the wall before settling with a muted thunk, followed by leather shifting over fabric and a metal clink that made your heart pound.

The fleeting silence was disrupted by daunting footsteps circling your body, coming to a stop in front of you. Calloused fingers cupped your jaw, the light sweep of a thumb over your tender bruise causing you to flinch more out of surprise than pain.

"Open," he grunted.

At his command, you waited with parted lips until wet heat kissed your tongue, the tip of his cock pressing past your tinted lips. Hungrily, you sealed a kiss around the swollen head, lapping at the pre-cum that dribbled from his slit. The taste of him was a shocking, bittersweet heat that made your mouth water. Vergil shuddered deeply from above, one hand carding through your hair, the other presumably kept wrapped around himself.

With your vision impeded and wrists bound, you relied on his guiding hand to set the pace, falling back on your experience to steady your breathing. He started slow, feeding you mere inches of his length, then backed off, gauging your limits.

Within minutes, Vergil slid hot and heavy against your throat at a satisfying cadence; thicker than he had any right to be. Your lips stretched tightly around him, each pump of his strong hips testing your resolve.

With your sight impaired and hearing heightened, you could only imagine the kinds of expressions he was making that matched the groans he tried to stifle. Your hips squirmed in an attempt to relieve the damp ache between your thighs, to no avail.

"Wider," He hissed lowly, easing up to wait for your jaw to slacken further. One hand remained firm atop your head, which only meant there was more of him left you'd yet to reach.

You licked your lips before mouthing a sly kiss over his crown, making his hips twitch. "Let me see you, Vergil."

The blue devil growled at your defiance, tugging at your scalp. The slight sting felt deviously pleasant. "I said open wider."

"But I want to see you," You murmured against his cock, undeterred, laving your tongue against a warm, throbbing vein. "I'll be able to pleasure you even better if you unbind me. I've been obedient for you, haven't I?"

"Such cunning words out of a filthy mouth." He grasped your chin and tapped your cheek with his forefinger. "Now."

Pursing your lips, you slowly unfurled your tongue for him, waiting. When Vergil nudged his hips forward, you allowed the dull edge of your front teeth to catch against the ridge of his tip before giving his hot slit another lap, his flavor rolling thick across your tongue.

A low moan of disbelief ripped from Vergil's throat, the man going deathly still above you.

Satisfaction swelled in your chest, and it must've shown because suddenly dim light flooded your bleary vision and you found yourself blinking up at a feverish half-devil who looked prepared to devour you whole. Your clit pulsed at the wrecked sight of Vergil, his chest heaving and cheeks warm. The rest of him…

Vergil slowly gripped your throat, his voice low and strained with confusion. "Audacious little—"

He swallowed his words when he noticed how entranced you were by his arousal, flushed and slick against his abdomen. The second your eyes met again, it sent a shock through your system, heat surging to your core, pupils dilating.

Vergil didn't have to pull you forward; you were already tripping over your knees to get your mouth back on him like a parched woman who'd been abandoned to wander the desert for days.

He drew your face against him, letting you mouth freely along his length like an insatiable pet. Against his better judgment, especially after the cheeky little nip you gave him.

The blue devil's eyes grew half-lidded as you sucked greedily on his tip before taking him deeper. Saliva dribbled down your chin, your vision blurring at the edges as you ravenously hollowed your cheeks. By the way his hips were trembling, he was close, and you couldn't wait to do the haughty bastard in.

You spread your knees a little wider across the floor to steady yourself before you took Vergil's cock to the hilt. You watched his features contort into a dark, rapturous expression, one you wanted to commit to memory forever.

A shaky moan rumbled through his ribs as he held your face against his pelvis. You nuzzled forward, the tip of your nose brushing against his silver tufts before you pulled back and let his cock slip out of your throat with a gasp.

Vergil's gaze followed the thick strings of your saliva clinging from your lips to his twitching, swollen length.

He reached for you before you could catch your breath. Your stomach dropped as he hauled you up into his arms, maneuvering you upside down until you came face-to-face with his glorious cock once more.

You whimpered at the friction of your aching nipples rubbing against the fabric of his vest. If you had any say, you would've peeled off every last piece of his stuffy garments.

Vergil seemed to enjoy showing off his strength by manhandling you in this ridiculous position. All the while, you were getting a head rush being held upside-down, adrenaline spiking through your veins.

Despite being drunk with pleasure, you managed to hook your ankles behind his neck. There was no way for you to break your fall if he actually let you slip from his grasp due to your bound wrists. Not that you truly thought he'd allow you to slip away from him without his say-so.

Strong hands effortlessly gripped your hips, as he shamelessly buried his nose against your heady scent. Vergil greeted your clit with a heavy drag of his tongue, gathering your sweetness on his tongue in one go. Shockingly more merciful than you'd been to him.

The rough groan he let out rumbled through his ribcage, vibrating against your throbbing lower half.

Your breath hitched, "Vergil…"

"Suck," He commanded with a nip to your inner thigh before diving back into your warm folds.

Devotedly, you ran your tongue down his happy trail before swallowing his length. He hit the back of your throat with ease thanks to gravity elongating your neck into the perfect channel for his heat. It was a welcome challenge to focus on pleasuring him while suspended upside down in the clutches of a voracious, half-devil that had staked his claim between your thighs.

A single thrilling finger lightly circled your rim, causing your eyes to flutter open. Vergil's touch was contemplative and asking for permission. It was his lucky day; at this point you'd let him do anything he wanted to you.

You released his cock to answer him eagerly, "Yes. Yes—"

A warm flick of his tongue sent a jolt racing down your spine.

"Tart little thing," he muttered before licking a slow, broader stripe from clit to rim.

"Vergil—!" His hard-on twitched against your cheek, the man evidently pleased at the sound of his name dripping from your sinful lips.

"Who even taught you this?" You barely managed to get out, speckled stars swimming in your vision.

He gave the flesh of your ass a rough, punishing squeeze, eliciting another yelp from you. "Still have breath to spare for nonsensical questions, I see."

Just as you were about to retort, he viciously dragged his tongue through your folds and circled your rim before licking back down your slit to suck your clit. Your lips parted in awe, a strangled sound escaping as trigasmic pleasure rippled down your spine. These new sensations were maddening in a way you've never experienced.

Vergil remained unyielding even when your thighs slammed over his ears, your body uselessly wrestling against his, begging to be pushed over the cliffside. He seemed to disregard the fact that you'd forgotten about pleasuring him as he lost himself in your taste.

"God, I can't. Please…" An orgasm was fast approaching, one you couldn't fake, unlike all the other insignificant times before. It had been so long since pleasure felt like something you earned rather than endured with someone.

Vergil slid his arms around your waist, securing your thrashing body against his, sensing your impending demise. That unruly tongue of his began to lave up and down your seam in long, succulent sweeps, causing the knot behind your navel to snap.

"Give it to me," Vergil demanded with a hungry suck to your clit, causing your pussy to flutter obediently.

Without warning, you broke in his arms, the pleasure too immense to voice. Like an insatiable beast, Vergil swallowed your sweetness, rivulets of it trickling down his chin while wave after wave surged through you. Pounding darkness engulfed your vision, making you question if he really dropped you down a bottomless abyss.

Shortly after, your own breathy moans finally cut through the ringing in your ears. Vergil barely let up, revitalized by your taste as he pressed lingering kisses to your sensitive clit, your lashes fluttering with the contact.

Something wet smeared against your jaw; his swollen cock still dripping obscenely onto the floor below.

Before you could act, Vergil untied your wrists and moved to lay you down over the sizable bed in a graceful manner only he could've managed.

"Ah…" There was nothing you could do but squeeze your eyes shut and wait for the dizziness to subside while you caught your breath.

A part of you was tempted to slip away into sleep right then and there, your arms aching from being bound. A wildly unprofessional choice but undeniably appealing nonetheless. The other half was anxious to face him, only because you could practically feel the half-devil teeming with energy he'd yet to expend. Maybe if you just stayed quiet you'd melt into the sheets…

"Come here. I'm far from done with you."

Your eyes flew open and caught sight of Vergil with a feral glint in his eye, relishing your taste on his lips in a way that made you flush. He had shed his coat and cravat, revealing a sleeveless mock vest that accentuated his broad shoulders. Those arms of his were as sculpted as you last remembered them to be when he was nude and drenched beneath moonlight. Tonight, he was bathed in an opulent orange glow and carved by shadows just for you.

The bed dipped significantly beneath his weight as he knelt onto it, eyeing you with dark intent. You distantly recalled Vergil had been somewhat tentative by your standards while exploring your body just a few nights prior. What had happened in between then and now for a monster to be crawling towards you like he had no intention of ever letting you go?

"Of course… ah!" You shakily pushed yourself up, but Vergil was quicker. He tugged you towards him by your ankles in one swoop, gathering your legs together tightly against his chest instead of spreading them as one might.

He began to ground his hips against the back of your thighs, heat searing against your skin. You blinked up at him curiously but he only sped up, desperation sparking behind his stormy eyes.

Once his gaze fell on your swaying breasts, he seized your tit, drawing your nipple to harden with his thumb. You gasped as his cock breached the tight flesh of your inner thighs, the underside of his length sliding through your folds and catching on your sensitive clit. The sight of his reddened, soaked tip peeking through your legs made you squirm.

Surely he was teasing you, but as he began to quicken his thrusts, you realized that wasn't the case.

Vergil held fast to your legs, your ankles hooked just over his shoulder as he rutted between them to chase his own high. He hiked them higher on his shoulders so he could angle his thrusts deeper, his hips snapping against your ass.

"Vergil, you don't have to hold back…"

The half-demon's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't switch positions. His pre-cum soaked your navel and thighs with each rough thrust that would've shifted you up the sheets had he not anchored you to him.

"Be grateful I am." Vergil's deep rasps filled your ear before he bit down on the junction of your neck and shoulder.

"Ahn!" The mix of pain and pleasure that electrified your nerves was nearly debilitating.

His hand snaked around your neck, pinning you beneath him as he came across your ribs in thick, hot spurts. He let out a deep groan that vibrated through your skull, causing you to whimper softly like prey caught between a predator's jaw.

Vergil was a frighteningly heavy mass of pure muscle and felt like he was running an infernal fever, but it was gratifying to let him take refuge against you. His entire body eclipsed yours as you let your thighs fall open to accommodate his trembling form, his hips jerking from the aftershocks.

Surprisingly, Vergil responded to your welcoming touch even in his overwhelmed state. He let out a breathy moan against your neck, licking over the love bite he left like a wolf might soothe a wound. You felt his tongue trace up your sweat-damp skin and over your tender jaw, his hand tilting your face towards his.

Your eyes rounded at the sight of his half-lidded ones, recognizing the drunken lust in them. Your pulse tripped when he lightly brushed the tip of his sharp nose along yours, and leaned in closer.

Before he could capture your lips, you tucked your chin, leaning back ever so slightly.

The startled look in his eyes mirrored yours for a split second, like you'd broken the spell. His gaze dropped to your lower cheek, leaving you to wonder if the bruise from earlier was more prominent now beneath smeared make-up.

The white-haired devil pulled away abruptly, as if coming to his senses. He withdrew to the edge of the bed to adjust his attire. Suddenly all warmth had drained from your body.

"Vergil," his name tumbled out of your mouth, but he was already disappearing into the adjacent bathing room.

A shuddering sigh escaped you as you peered down at the generous mess he left over your flushed skin. Absentmindedly, you ran your fingers through his essence, smearing it across your tummy. You brought your coated fingertips up to your face before a large hand encircled your wrist.

Vergil had returned with a soaked cloth in hand; his touch unexpectedly grounding as he erased the evidence of his desire from your body. You couldn't take your eyes off him. His fingers were long and elegant, spanning across your curves, capable of snapping delicate bone in a heartbeat if he so wished.

Just what sort of upbringing shaped the self-possessed man before you? Everything about this moment felt like a strange contradiction. The gesture was just as unusual a second time around. It was something a small part of you wished you could get used to.

Once he finally wiped your fingers clean, his thumb slid over your thrumming pulse, his pale eyes slowly sliding up to meet yours.

After a breath, Vergil disposed of the soiled fabric and stood with his back against you, shrugging on his coat. "This is the last you will see of me, human."

A cold rush of regret surged through your chest, but you didn't allow it to inundate you. You slid towards the edge of the bed and wrapped a thin robe around yourself. "If I crossed a line, tell me."

He huffed as he retrieved his blade, propped against the wall. The start of a downpour could be heard outside of the open balcony, a frigid draft entering the room.

You tried again, hands pressing into the sheets beneath you, "Vergil. Your secret is safe with me."

The half-devil halted in his tracks, then turned to face you: the very image of ravished. He stared silently for a beat too long, like he was trying to memorize you against his own will. "You misunderstand your position."

"Do I? From the start, I could sense you were different than the others. I never assumed that you'd come looking for something beyond what I can offer—just that you didn't treat me like refuse when most would."

Vergil tracked the movement of your fingertips as you brushed over the edge of your bruise. He hesitated before he tore his gaze away. "Nobody comes to a brothel searching for anything of worth."

You'd heard worse, but his words still stung more than you'd ever admit out loud.

He tossed something onto the sheets beside you, a small orb similar to the first he'd given you by the falls. An entirely unnecessary payment since the Madam always required it upfront for her girls. But you weren't in a position to refuse it, even though you wanted to.

When you lifted your head, Vergil had already disappeared into the stormy night from the balcony, leaving a cold trail in his wake.

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A/N | Thank you for reading, liking, sharing, or commenting on my work! I'm not entirely set on a third installment bc I haven't outlined anything yet, so again, no promises, as I don't want to lead readers on. But I do want to write more fics for Vergil, Dante, and Nero too until s3 comes around!

Fun fact: writing A Devil's Baptism and A Devil's Fatal Affliction back to back was a little emotionally draining due to the heavy themes. I so badly wanted to write a healthy, soft, and intimate scene between Vergil and the MC, (I JUST WANT THEM TO CUDDLE AND MAKEOUT), but they're not quite there yet. MC definitely needs some major tlc though </3 I need to write something a little more lighthearted after posting this lol.

Even so, Vergil's duality is one of my favorite aspects about his character, so it's been fun to explore it in a different context. He talks a lot of shit and is an immature dumbass with questionable morals in this fic, but he still can't keep a sliver of humanity from bleeding into his actions. Trying to find that balance is a challenge, and I definitely took more cues from his younger ndmc counterpart. I hope you enjoyed reading!

[mahawavy]

[lokileaf]

Loki who always keeps a protective eye on you from across the room.

Loki who leaves fine, gift-wrapped dresses on your bed for you to find.

Loki who always walks on the street side of the sidewalk.

Loki who uses his seiðr to lower the temperature of your room when it’s too hot for you to sleep.

Loki who lives for eye contact.

Loki who leaves cold kisses across your shoulders.

Loki who weaves your hair into Asgardian-style braids.

Loki who lets you sleep on his shoulder on the subway after a long day.

Loki who grows his hair out because you said you liked it.

Loki who listens to Midgardian music because you love it.

Loki who sets your morning alarms for you when you forget.

Loki who buys the books you mention and leaves them for you to find.

Loki who wakes you up with his tongue between your thighs.

Loki who conjures a clone of himself after you mention a wet dream you had.

Loki who opens doors for you.

Loki who kisses your spine as you’re on all fours in front of him.

Loki who moans into your mouth when his hair is pulled.

Loki who manspreads because he sees how you look at him when he does.

Loki who likes to fuck you against the wall.

Loki who enters your dreams at night because he can’t get enough of you.

Loki who braids a strand of your hair into his.

Loki who teleports you to a different location at the first sign of danger.

Loki who struggles with the idea of taking you to Asgard.

Loki who shows up on your fire escape late at night.

Loki who whispers nasty things in your ear in public.

Loki who whisks you away to foreign countries for the weekend.

Loki who contemplates giving up his immortality because the thought of outliving you is too much.

[bakwaaas]

the internet has made people feel like their personal opinion on every topic is valuable and important and holds equal weight to everyone else’s but the truth is some spaces aren’t for you and some things you just can’t relate to or understand and that’s okay. learn when to stay quiet instead of inserting yourself into conversations that are actually nothing to do with you

[saints-salvation]

Does anyone on here actually realise that if you keep pushing authors, artists, and other creators off tumblr by being toxic or making it so that their HOBBY is no longer pleasant; there wont be any fanworks to engage with?

[povcastiel]

BE NICE TO PEOPLE

[maroonskiesfrvr]

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[povcastiel]

If I write a poly fanfic involving Xie Lian and Hua Cheng from Heaven Official’s Blessing… is someone going to read it?

decisions… decisions…

[povcastiel]

clan leader yuta is obsessed with his bride

yuta okkotsu x fem!reader, arranged marriage

warnings: yandere themes, yuta is obsessed, sexual content below, implied murder at the order of yuta

explicit content — mdni 18+ (future au where yuta is head of the gojo clan. everyone in this story is 20+)

yandere clan leader yuta who, even before you’ve signed your name away in pen, has silently staked his claim. with just a single glimpse over your plain, unblemished skin. features that don’t need accentuating. your elders (your mother) had been so insistent on such a clean face. yuta’s already convinced himself he’s the only man to ever have seen you so vulnerable. no layers of powder or foundation to hide away the blush that blooms across your cheeks. you couldn’t escape him—not even in the most simplest of ways. besides, masking had never been your strong suit. you were a terrible liar.

yandere clan leader yuta who thinks about you day and night. every minute leading up to your ceremony. unwittingly unashamed at how vulgarly he daydreams of you. in clan meetings that run on too long. restless nights when the sheets feel suffocating. especially in the solitude of the ofuro. where’s he’s found himself, more often than not, dick in hand and a whimpering mess. your name aimlessly falling from his lips, damp black hair sticking to his forehead. a haze of steam swirling up around him, as he chased that sweet release. eyes closed, head laid back to fully immerse himself in the image of your pretty lips closing around him.

yandere clan leader yuta who carefully selects a range from modest to extravagant gifts. diamond encrusted jewelry to specially handcrafted kanzashis. all apart of his (self-convincing) plot to lure you in. because yuta had never been more certain. of course he had hand picked every item with you in mind. sure he’d hold off on the luxurious sets boutique lingerie he purchased, with help of your mother for measurements. but that was all in due time and he was ever the patient gentleman.

yandere clan leader yuta who’s grossly familiar to jealousy, but had not since been driven to the point of near insanity. not until now—mere moments before you’re nearly in his clutches. precious little minutes he’d rehearsed for weeks and it’s being ruined. by an annoying, nameless man who unfortunately you shared too many toys with. childhood friends who owed it to each other, to see if a brief romance would outlast a summer on the outskirts of shibuya.

yandere clan leader yuta who sees the faintest hint of tear stained cheeks on his lovely little bride, and tells himself it isn’t because of dread, but rather that this man has upset you. has come between you.

yandere clan leader yuta who doesn’t waste another moment to have the man escorted from grounds of the compound. his stress fluttering away like pink blossoms off branches, as your ceremony resumes without anymore distractions. he’s almost forgotten the rude intrusion when your sweet, wide eyes look up to meet his. his chest more full with every vow, every promise you utter. but your signature in ink is what truly pleases him most of all. delicate letters written with such pretty fingers, as you signed your new name. his name. yuta swears he could get hard just looking at it long enough.

yandere clan leader yuta who has you crying for entirely different reasons. your clean white tabi covered feet hanging over his toned forearms. pieces of your bridal kimono carelessly discarded beside you. toes curling as he drives into your cervix with mean precision. his tired eyes are fixated on the way you swallow him at this angle, folded up and pinned against the tatami like a helpless slut. yuta hadn’t yet known you were a virgin. no, because he likely would’ve taken his time. he would’ve been oh-so gentle in easing you into it. instead of splitting you open, and swallowing every pathetic noise that chokes out of you.

yandere clan leader yuta who has no choice but to slow down, otherwise he’ll come too fast and he’s barely gotten to feel your sweet cunt. he’s waited so many days, so many hours for this. he can’t possibly blow his load now. you’re being so good too. so submissive and sweet. pliant and ready for him to stuff you full, until he’s positive you’re expecting his heir.

yandere clan leader yuta who absolutely relishes having you in missionary. he gets to see your pretty face, after all. and he wouldn’t dare miss a moment of every sinful expression you make, while he relentlessly thrusts into your needy, greedy pussy.

yandere clan leader yuta who whispers the sweetest and somehow most vile words to ever touch your ears. warmth spreading beneath your skin with every dirty encouragement, every praise.

“pretty, pretty girl. You take it as well as I thought you would.”

“how did i get so lucky?”

“why are you still crying, angel? you know i’ll take care of you.”

yandere clan leader yuta whose patience doesn’t last long when your walls flutter around him, at his filthy words. a proud grin spreading across his face when he discovers you love his praise, love it when he talks to you. doesn’t bother to question you may be crying for other reasons. your body speaks to him instead, gives you away in ways that leave you mortified. because how could you give in so easily? this isn’t what you wanted… was it?

yandere clan leader yuta who fucks every thought right out of your pretty head. dumbed down to a pitiful mess of whines and babbles. all the while, somewhere beyond the walls of safety in the compound, yuta’s men are busy handling your early ill-mannered and uninvited guest. unknowingly in unison with every little pant, back arching up into your husband—your past lover gasping, thrashing against wire. life draining, your pleasure snapping.

yandere clan leader yuta who tends to you with the utmost care. such a stark contrast in how he manhandled your hips (finger prints evidence of that) and abused your poor, swollen cunt. he remedies it all with tender kisses and hot tea. coaxing your lips apart to pour the liquid in. “good girl…” he says, genuinely so proud of the woman you’re becoming right before his eyes.

yandere clan leader yuta who doesn’t fall asleep before you do. memorizing every last detail of your peaceful face. whispering sincere, twisted promises upon your deaf ears. assurances he knows he’ll have no problem committing to. no fear of what lengths he may take in order to keep them. even if prior to ever having laid eyes on you, did he despise the idea of a wife chosen for him. but, well… letting you go now seems unfathomable.

[grawly]

[sdnik0]

BY THE WAY, THIS WAS HER FIRST EVER VOICE ACTING ROLE.

Grace Ashcroft is Angela Sant'Albano's only credited role, at least her only voice acting role. She came out fucking SWINGING.

[povcastiel]

Could I PLEASE request a pt 2 to the megumi x puppy!reader??? It's so good, Ive read it like 100 times

Stay tuned ;)

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༄ JUJUTSU KAISEN

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leon s. kennedy

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megumi fushiguro

his shadow

yuta okkotsu

yandere clan leader

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