Hey, my name is Toby. Im a girl but I’m fine with any pronouns. I like to write a lot. I’m always obsessed with different games, shows etc and right now I’m currently obsessed with Devil May Cry. If you ever want to find any of my writings look under the hashtag #/Toby’stearyjournal or if want to see all my posts in general just search #/tobyscryconer (I know it’s spelled wrong, I’m just unsure if it would be my own unique tag if I fixed it. 😭)
"You're too stiff." Your comment makes him bristle slightly, sharp sapphire gaze cutting into your bare skin.
The annoyed, condescending glare is the only reaction you can pull from him most days. Occasionally he will grunt his distaste with your unwanted comments or he will snarl back a cold clipped quip of his own.
His eyes return to a book he cannot decipher, ancient language scrawled across linen pages. The current object of his affection he's been neglecting you for. You sigh, annoyed yourself, finally asking the question burning on your tongue aloud.
"Why did you hire me?" Curiosity keeping malice from your tone, propping your head up on your palm as you stare at him from the bed. Even in this late hour he is still fully clothed. Dark slacks, dark dress shirt that looks as if it were woven armor and his long blue trench coat.
He sits in every chair as if it were a throne, legs spread slightly, shoulders pressed against the back, his head is only dipped to look down at the book in the dim light. It's stupid how handsome he is, how his cold confidence wraps around his muscular body like armor, and yet you can still get under his skin.
"You hardly speak to me. You don't touch me. You don't fuck me." Even under his heavy gaze, you do not waiver, if anything you try to stifle a giggle, "I'm starting to think you just like to have a woman around. Just enough to keep your room lively and your bed warm."
Cat like smile crossing your lips before you lower your head back down to the plush pillow, this time the giggle comes out. Dancing around his rigid body that tenses further when you turn over to give him your back. Adding one last comment before you curled against the pillow with the intention to sleep.
"I see, you're just lonely." It comes out soft, laced with pity. A mistake you'll be sure to learn soon enough.
Before you can react to the sudden presence standing beside the bed, a thick palm wraps around your throat. Squeezing just enough to slow the blood flow to your brain.
"Am I lonely?" His fingers dig deeper, edges of your vision closing in as you feel his weight dip the mattress behind your back, "So touch starved I would pay for company from a whore?"
Even with his strong grip, you jerk in his hold, yet still he keeps you pinned. Adjusting you as if you weighed nothing as he lifts you to his lap, pressing your back to his chest as he leans against the head board. His left hand smooths over your skin before it settles at your thighs, forcing them to spread open for him.
"Maybe it is you who is so lonely, so starved of touch and affection you're willing to trade coin for company." He looks down at you with a cruel gaze, "So starved that you're willing to be choked to be touched."
Your glare is unmatched, burning into his skin, hotter than any flame he's felt. Still he can see something beneath that nasty gaze, sees it is fueled by hurt.
You rear your head back for a headbutt although he simply turns his face away, the smallest of smiles graces his lips before it vanishes.
If there was one thing about you, you never took it lying down or without a fight. Your own stubborn will could be something to admire, although he will not admit that aloud.
"Who said I liked to be choked?" A hiss of your pretty tone, crushed beneath his light grip. He chuckles, leaning closer to press his lips to your ear as he shares the secret. Left hand hovering over your cunt.
"She did." Pressing his fingers between your folds hearing a pretty squelch as he gathers slick to press into your clit, "Hear how wet you are for me? All from a little breath play and you're already soaking my slacks."
Despite his hum he still sounds annoyed, brow pinched until your heels dig into the mattress beside his knees to give him better access. Your body betraying you as a rasped moan escapes your lips.
"Now which of us is licking knives for affection again?" A mirthless chuckle, the sound cruel by your ear, "Can I break you like this? Give you so much you shake and plead for me to stop?"
Your stomach tightens, his fingers skilled in more than just sword play. It is unfair how good this feels, how close you are from his fingers and words alone. From the way he makes you dizzy thanks to his hand at your throat, his thumb letting up enough to stroke across the column gently before he returns to his affections.
Your breath hitches, back arching as you press into his muscled torso before you're shaking. Pleasure washing over you in violent jerks of your body as you claw at the sheets.
"That's one." He smiles against the shell of your ear before hooking his chin over your shoulder. Looking down at his work as he continues the maddening pace, you cry out again, "That's two."
He teases you like this for what feels like hours, until his slacks stick to his skin from your bare cunt crying out for more. As he continues to dangle the power imbalance between the two of you as if it weren't already obvious in your day to day.
You've watched him cut down hordes of men with hardly a twitch of his fingers, faster than their bodies can even process, still speaking as their heads or torsos separate from their bodies. You've seen the way his eyes darken, sclera turned black making his eyes aglow the same as a predator's under a full moon.
He always looked beautiful bathed in moonlight, kissed by it until every strand of his hair was starlit. Otherworldly even without his darkening gaze, his shadow gave him away most nights. Stretching longer than any man's should, giving him a crown of two sharp points.
Your body is weak to him and it feels as if it is by divine design, slack in his hold, no matter how cold his touch may be. Unable to keep your knees up now as they fall open, body limp as your head falls back onto his strong shoulder.
His sclera has blackened, something that happens when his mood is heightened, usually nanoseconds before a kill, but this isn't that. This is something entirely different, cruel smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Frostbitten sapphire flick to your face, hold your gaze, his fingers slow to a stop. A gentle pressure with his left hand as his right does the same. Locked in your lidded gaze his eyes go beyond the veil and peer into the depths of your being.
Into your soul.
Without breaking contact he tilts your head every so slightly to press a chaste kiss to your jaw.
Your back arches, body shaking as you come undone from the simple affection.
"I told you that I was not the one who was starved." Baring his teeth in a manner that seems unlike him before he regains his composure as quickly as he lost it. His sclera slowly bleeds back into white, soon his gaze will be glazed over in boredom. An expression he doesn't have to force with most.
Weakly your hand comes up to run your fingers through his moon kissed hair, threading them into the strands.
"Vergil." Voice strained from his hold on your throat and the moans you forced past his grip over the past hour or so, still you surprise him, "You're a bad liar."
He moves his hand to bite until he tastes copper coating his tongue, sclera blackened again, you cannot help the satisfied cat smile on your lips.
No matter how small and defeated it may be at least for now.
"I told you not to call me by my name." He pulls back, lips and teeth stained scarlet, pink muscle slips past to swipe at the mess.
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Masky basically suffocating you with his chest while going balls deep in you. just pounding your poor cunny raw :(( you’re really trying to keep up but it’s so hard when all you smell is his sweet sweat and his pounding making you dizzy.
it’s so hard to focus when he’s fucking you from behind with his foot on your face. going deeper than you can ever imagine. making your pussy pulse and your legs shake.
how long has it been? 30 minutes? 2 hours? at this point you’re just a blabbering whore who has to stay underneath him until he’s fully satisfied<3
netflix vergil lokey seems like a hair puller idk 🙂↕️ i wouldn’t mind getting my hair harshly pulled while he calls me human scum 😋or a human cum dump idgaf
This is a quick little thing i whipped up, sorry if it’s like terrible or whatever i just couldn’t get it out of my head.
“Vergil! Oh my god p-please?!” You moaned as you gripped his arm, your eyes watering.
“No. You wanted to act like a slut, I suppose I’ll treat you like one.” He said as he continued his ruthless thrusts, “I am just giving you what you wanted.”
You whined as you hide your face in one of the pillows and gripping the sheets.
“No. I want to hear you my little cum dump.” Vergil practically growled as he yanked your hair so you were looking forward.
“Vergil! Oh my god I’m cum.” You moaned, that tightness coiling in your stomach.
As soon as you said that, Vergil slowed down making you whine as you moved your hips trying to chase his cock. “Not yet.” He whispered, “You cum when I say.” He said as he kept pounding you hard, but keeping a slow pace.
Thinking about (DMC Netflix)Vergil’s undying devotion and how that would translate in a relationship… TW: oral sex, a whole lot of biting, dacryphilia, mating press, praise kink, body chains and costumes, shibari, safewords, sex toys,
I know a lot of you out there seem to write Vergil as this very serious hardcore dom…but I just don’t see it. This is the man who needs someone to be the focus of his loyalty, his devotion.
Vergil doesn’t care so much about whether he’s top or bottom—our boy’s a switch if you ask me—he just wants to do whatever pleases you most. Service top? Sure. Service bottom? He’s down. But if you really push him to tell you what he wants, he’ll eventually admit he just wants to worship you.
Vergil is the kind of partner who refuses to cum before you do. He takes it as a point of pride, actually, if he can get you to orgasm twice for every one of his. And yes, no matter what equipment you have, he can and will take it in his mouth as many times as you’ll let him. Vergil strikes me as demisexual—his devotion is slow to build, but absolutely all-consuming when it comes to fruition.
There are definitely some things he desires that are influenced by a childhood in Makai, though. He’ll take some time to admit this, but he’d love you to bite him. Especially if you leave marks. He wants everyone to know you’ve claimed him, and while he won’t explain, if anyone asks about the marks on his neck he’ll just smirk and walk away.
And if you bite his throat while you’re having sex? Doesn’t matter how long or short you’ve been going at it, he will cum on the spot. It’s like a button, honestly.
This goes without saying I think, but he wants to see you. You’re his focus, his center, his North Star. He always wants to be able to see you—especially while you’re fucking him. Missionary’s good, sure, but there’s something primal about when you put him in a mating press. It makes him desperate, and about three times more likely to cry. It’s a release of all the tensions he’s been carrying.
Speaking of which, this man needs praise. He won’t tell you that, naturally, but if the person who’s like a god to him tells him he’s sweet, he’s perfect, he’s good—he will absolutely start crying. Someone who thinks he’s enough, that he’s good, after everything he’s been through? It’s what he needs to hear.
Vergil, surprisingly, isn’t as opposed to PDA as you might think. He doesn’t want it prolonged, he has things to do, but he’s very much on board if you decide you want to kiss him in public. Particularly if you’re letting someone know that he’s yours. He loves that reminder that his devotion is reciprocated. He doesn’t doubt your loyalty or get jealous, but he loves to know that you still want him just as bad as he wants you.
He’s not really a fan of games in the bedroom. To him, this is serious business, because it involves you, and you are what matters most to him. He wants it to be very clear that his love and loyalty is real, and not a joke or game.
Vergil is usually not overly loud in bed—more choked gasps than full moans, and not long ones—but the easiest way to get him to really moan under you is to give him his own medicine. Worship him the way he worships you, and this man is gone.
Vergil’s theatric entrances carry over to sex, too. He very much wants to dress up for you. And he’ll cater to what you like in this department too, but he does have a personal favorite kind of costume, if you can get him to admit it. Draping, semi-transparent fabrics that give him a dramatic, ethereal look that suits him perfectly, but also hides very little from your gaze. Blues and teals and sometimes greens are near his heart, but you can sometimes talk him into purple or white.
And when he learns about body chains? You can bet you’re coming home to find at least three sets of them, with different themes he can pair with his silks. Once you’ve won his devotion, this man won’t skimp on ways to make himself look deliciously good for you.
Vergil has an artistic streak, which means he’ll hate the idea of things he considers trite or ugly in bed—handcuffs, for instance. That said, if you introduce him to shibari, or aerial silks, he will be all over that. He wants to feel beautiful, and if you encourage that, he’ll just melt.
He has a thing for shibari, honestly. Knowing that he could break out, but chooses not to out of the depth of his devotion to you? That gets him every time. It’s a test of his loyalty, and he likes that, because he knows he’ll win.
You have to watch him, though, because this is a man who will try not to use his safeword, at least in the beginning. He wants to please you so bad, he thinks it’s worth pushing himself. When you take his face in your hands and tell him that you want him to be your equal, not your servant, that safewords only work if you use them, he will probably cry a little. After that, he gets it. He wants to be good so desperately.
Vergil has mixed opinions about toys. Crops etc. are a hard no—they remind him too much of certain memories—and so is anything else for pain or punishment. He wants to be good. But things that exacerbate his pleasure, or better yet, yours? Those he loves. No blindfolds, he wants to see you, but he has no objection to certain gags—they make it harder for him to keep in every little noise, which you love.
You better believe his stamina is off the charts. And for a half-Makaian, refractory periods aren’t really a thing. Vergil can—and will, if you spoil him enough—cum ten times in one night. He’ll worry that you aren’t pleasured enough, but when he sees how very, very untrue that is, he’ll give in and let you ruin him. Every once in a while.
Vergil gasps out under you, his muscles trembling as he strains not to break the ropes that hold him spread-eagled on the bed. You’ve decided to tie him for the night. It’s your birthday, and he’s already eaten you out twice, before you could even get him to one orgasm.
You just wanted to spoil him, and he started by spoiling you.
You start at his throat. Butterfly kisses, flirting with the idea of more. He twitches, and you know he’s holding in a whine. So you give him what he wants, and close your teeth around his throat.
That punches a glorious moan out of him, as his chest heaves desperately as his orgasm hits him hard. His cock, pinned between your stomach and his, spurts white cum almost to his own mouth.
Grinning, you sit back on him, staring down at Vergil’s face. His eyes are less focused, the gaze softer and fuzzier, but still fixed on you. Always fixed on you.
You can’t wait to see how many times you can make him cum tonight.
netflix vergil lokey seems like a hair puller idk 🙂↕️ i wouldn’t mind getting my hair harshly pulled while he calls me human scum 😋or a human cum dump idgaf
He’s the one who recommended it, actually, begged you for it, because he knows that there’s worse that that could and has been on him.
He will still eat you out, blood no blood. He doesn’t care, he’ll still sit there for hours until you’re a whiny mess.
He’s rough, he loves you and how you feel wrapped around him and just everything, so he’ll be rough and fast unless you tell him to be gentle and slow.
I’ve mentioned before that Dante has a breeding kink. So him knowing that having sex while on your period heightens your chances of getting pregnant. He’s going all the way, so be prepared.
He’s ok with clean up, he’ll wipe you up, give you a snack and a drink, then cuddle you and whisper how good you did until you fall asleep.
Vergil
Just like Dante, he doesn’t care about blood since there’s probably worse substances he could and has been covered in. He probably would subtly hint to what he wants but won’t fully say anything until you do.
He would prioritize your pleasure and comfort first.
He’s ALWAYS gonna prepare you, weather it is with his fingers or mouth and even once he’s inside you he’ll still be slow and gentle until you ask for more or keep the same pace if you don’t ask.
As much as he wants to cum deep inside you and breed you he’ll always ask. If you say yes, he’s cumming deep inside you, if you say no, he’ll make sure to pull out and cum on your stomach.
He’ll always clean you up afterwards, give you a nice bath, make you a nice meal and cuddle you until you fall asleep.
Nero
Out of the three of them, Nero would be the most nervous. Mostly because even though he’s been covered in a lot worse, he’d be terrified of hurting you.
He’s gonna prep you for him until you’re like, dripping because of how wet (and bloody) because he believes the wetter you are the the less chance he has of hurting you.
Once he finally gets inside you, he’s going slow, even if you ask him to speed up he probably won’t, and even if he does it won’t be as usable.
I don’t think Nero has much of a breeding kink, like the thought of being a father is exciting but I don’t think he’s quite ready, so he’d definitely pull out (but if you beg him enough he’ll come inside you.)
He’s REALLY good with aftercare. Like, he’ll prepare your favorite snack, run you a nice warm bath and pick out the most comfortable pajamas. Then he’ll cuddle you, rubbing your back, shoulders, etc until you fall asleep.
Imagine being Vergil's little cum dump..? Ugh, being used as his damn seed holder when the both of you knew damn well that it's hard for you to get pregnant because of your nature as a succubus- (He'll breed you either way)
TW: Lowkey yandere? Breeding kink😋 English is nit my first language!!
P.S. This is actually written with my oc in mind but I'll write it for you guys instead~💋
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Your head felt dizzy and blank, as if there's an overwhelming amount of cotton inside your head. Chest moving to take in air into your desperate lungs, the noises that left your lips were barely human anymore.
That proves little to how long Vergil had been ramming his cock inside of you. He's feral, wild and needy even.. so out of character for him. Well, not for you that is. You've been able to read his mind everytime a lustful thought popped inside his head, safe to say you were flabbergasted nonetheless.
Why? Simply because it would always contrasted the degrading words he spat out to you. "You're pathetic for a demon. It disgusts me." and the thing that you'll hear behind those words were 'I am going to breed you until you can't escape from me.'
Yeah, you already knew it would come to this but it still overwhelmed you in how hellbent Vergil is trying to get you to carry his seeds and get pregnant while at it.
Your overstimulated whimpers and sobs almost fell on deaf ears as Vergil continues to fuck you relentlessly and driving his cum back inside you after seeing it leaking out. The half-demon could feel your succubus tail making a pitiful attempt to push him away since your limbs were too sore already.
"Verg-! Hah~ s'too much."
Your voice drawls out, trying to pull Vergil out of whatever it is making him so feral. It's you.
"Shut. Don't get in my way- I'll make you carry my child. No matter what."
Vergil's voice was sharp but strained, determined to succeed in making you pregnant. His inner demon were roaring at him endlessly, there's one thing in his mind the moment he got a whiff of your faint succubus pheromones. Breed.
And breed he does, until you break and couldn't take any more of him.
Your succubus tattoo glows brightly in it's prime color, meaning that Vergil had succeeded in making you completely and utterly his. He knew how starved you are from any kind of vitality, he'll give it to you wether you like it or not. You're too precious to him, it didn't matter how he shows it because all he wants is the fact that he loves you get through your head.
This is like my first like, smut. Sorry this isn’t the best, I wrote it for a friend and wasn’t gonna post it, but also…I need to post something I feel.
“Vergil.” You whimper, your face buried in his shoulder, “Shhh, my love. You’re taking it so well for me.” Vergil said with a groan, as he fully pushed his cock into you, bottoming out once he did. “You’re so tight love.” He grunted as he slowly rocked his hips, causing you to moan, “Vergil, oh my god.” You moan quietly as your head fell back. “You’re doing so well. You’re such a good girl.” He said, as he lifted your hips to get a better angle as she started thrusting. “Vergil! Oh my god. That feels so amazing.” Vergil just grunted in response as he sped up more, “May I cum inside you?” He panted, not slowing down a bit. “Yes! Yes, oh my god yes!” You moaned as you arched into him, before cumming with a loud moan of his name. He groaned, as he came deep inside you with a loud groan. “God Vergil.” You whimpered as he pulled out, watching his thick cum leak out of you. “You did, so well.” He whispered rubbing your thighs as he kissed you softly. “I love you.” He whispered softly. “I love you too.” You whispered back.
I just finished season 2. I don't care what anyone says, he's living rent-free in my brain. Wrote these quick HCs to get the brainrot out. Let me know if I should make a longer version.
In the beginning, he hated you. Or so he thought. In reality, he hated the completely unwanted reactions you provoked in him. It had been a long time since Vergil allowed himself to feel anything other than hatred and pain. This—you—was something completely unknown. It destabilized him. You weren't something he could chain and torture into submission. He even thought of simply getting rid of you, but the idea caused him physical aversion. So, he chose to pretend you didn't exist. That didn't go well either.
He could hear your heartbeat in the middle of a bustling crowd. He knows the rhythm of your breathing, the exact seconds between each breath, and the weight and force of your footsteps. Likewise, he could track your scent from miles away. He senses you the moment you enter his radar. It is nearly impossible to surprise him. Still, you try.
He likes to hold you. Any weight is practically nothing to him, a half-demon capable of shattering the world with his bare hands. Even so, he truly—and secretly—enjoys feeling you pressed against him. Not just close, but joined. Hearing your pulse quicken is an extra incentive, knowing your blood sings for him. And what’s more? His chest pressing against yours, your compassionate warmth swallowed by his infernal heat. He doesn't see you as a fragile creature—you wouldn't be with him if you were—but you are tiny in comparison. Malleable beneath the heat of his touch.
You are his only weakness. Vergil knows it, as does everyone.
Anyone stupid enough might try to use you against him, but he will sever their heads before the thought even fully forms. If someone dares to insult you, they will never speak again—mostly because they won't have a mouth to open. Still, the thought echoes. He believes he must become stronger so that no one even considers it. But he won't just train his own strength; he will train yours as well.
He likes to cover you. We spoke of holding, but this is about his imperial desire to be the only thing occupying every space, both figuratively and literally. He monopolizes your field of vision, his imposing figure looming over you, trapping you. A little mouse between his hands. Above him, beneath, in front, or behind; it doesn't matter. He will catch you.
He fears you in a visceral way. It’s not a game, he truly does. Because it’s not just that you awakened the human side he had buried and rejected for so long; it’s that you met the demon first, and then the man. You accepted both, and that was worse.
When it comes to succumbing to the lowest carnal needs, he decides where, when, how, and in what position. There is no room for restraint. He knows you can take it—he will train you to—and he will keep you beneath him until your voice breaks and your nails claw at his back. Only then does a sliver of that impeccable control crack. He will lean over you, the inhuman heat of his chest covering your skin. "You can," he says, voice raspy. "And you will."
He watches you sleep. He memorizes you, recording the rise and fall of your chest, unaware that his own breathing has synced with yours. He wonders what is in your mind—if he occupies even a fraction of your thoughts as you do his. He wonders if you are as infected by him as he is sick because of you. There is no cure for it. He knows this, and he doesn't think he wants to find one.
Okay so new DMC anime ass can we all agree..? IM A LORE HEAD WHAT CAN I SAYYY💔💔, but I’m so desperate for content I eat it up anyway, finally watched the first episode of season two.
God. Like it’s not the same Vergil. But Vergils Vergil so I’m gonna ride it anyway. GOD. THE FIGHT SCENE AT THE END?? AND BODIES STARTS TO FADE IN WHAT THE FUCK.
Vergil catch!!
It’s all over the screen.
AND HIS VOICE? Like it’s not my little nasally loser. But holy shit.
Pussy jumping WHAT?? Ugh I need that so bad need it need it
