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The Fallen Angel, Vergil
Full version under the cut!
cw: mild smut. minors dni. female anatomy. pillowtalk-y.
vergil's fingers slip under rumpled bedsheets to trail softly along the surface of your bare back, and you moan softly, knees bending gently towards your belly. there's still a lingering languidness to your body, that of thorough pleasure turning your very flesh into something more akin to a pleasant moldable jelly than person, and thus you don't turn - not yet.
but the bid for attention is still recognized.
"you okay?" you murmur, eyes closing with comfortable slumber.
"yeah," vergil replies. he presses kisses at the base of your neck, light touches still, then his finger pauses just over your scapula. there his touch is firmer, and his whole palm covers this area, caressing gently.
"there should be wings here," he whispers, almost too venerably.
"wings?" your eyebrows furrow as he kisses there too, then wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you flush to his chest.
"like an angel."
you chuckle softly.
"is this an attempt to flirt?"
with his knee, he gently parts your legs, pressing the surface of his thigh flush to your bare crotch.
"is that so ridiculous?"
his thigh starts to grind softly at the already wet space, satisfied from earlier but still receptive, still wanting.
"no," you sigh out, the grind of muscled thigh against your clit too precise, too trained, as if he's figured out your body and how to make it sing rather than tease. your head lolls back into him with the friction, and a free hand slips around your throat, applying gentle loving pressure.
"as i was saying-" he starts, before posing a kiss on your forehead,
"- you are my angel with no wings."
— weakness
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.
Dante: wanna go on a hunt with me?
You; I would but I’m…compromised.
Dante: what do you-
Vergil: *fell fast asleep on your lap in devil trigger*
You: I’m legally and literally not allowed to leave
Dante: why?
You: my legs fell asleep-
hello dmc fandom ..
POV vergil asks you out
A/N: this is how I think the Sparda boys would eat pussy— just some headcanons which you could probably already decipher from how I wrote Dante ehjsksjd but I wanted to write for all of them since Nero and V need some love too!!
Characters included: Dante, Nero, Vergil & ft. V
Warnings/Tags: 18+ MDNI, pussy eating, swearing, masturbation, squirting, fingering, biting and marking, panty sniffing, scent kink, ass rimming, manhandling, monsterfucking(?) <- Dante just uses his Devil Trigger to fuck you with his tongue, restraints (reader getting tied up/cuffed to the bed), pussy slapping.
Dividers by @cafekitsune
We all know how Dante would eat pussy. He'd be messy—slurping, sucking, spitting and licking.
He'd take you anywhere. His desk, the bed, the kitchen counter? He's done it. He doesn't care where he does it as long as his face gets buried between your legs.
Dante gets off on your scent and your taste, so he doesn't really mind if you're clean-shaven or haven't showered after a long day at work. He's eating you out as soon as you get home. Period.
And when you're not around? He's using your panties to get off and cum. His face is covered with your used underwear, huffing in your scent while he fists his hard, leaking cock.
He makes out with your pussy, pressing soft kisses all over until you beg him to finally use his tongue on you, dipping the muscle into your tight hole and tasting you.
Dante loves to overstimulate your cunt, leaving your legs quivering and the sheets a soaked mess. He doesn't pull away until you let go of his hair and push him away, or when you beg and say your safe word. But even then, he tries to coax out one last orgasm before finally letting you rest and wash up.
His favourite thing in the world is making you squirt. At first, you hated the idea, scared of making a mess all over him, but the feral look in Dante's eyes reassured you of how much he wanted it, and how much of a freak he really was when it came to eating your sweet pussy out.
He sometimes likes to use his DT to fuck you deep with his tongue, the ridges making you clench around him so tightly and so nicely. You gush out so much slick that he can't help himself but do it.
Dante's favourite position on eating your pussy is when your face is buried into the pillows and your ass is up, both your holes exposed to him. It just gives him more access more times than not, and it's easier to muffle your moans when people are around and he needs a quick taste.
He grunts and moans when he's eating you out, this man never shuts up.
"Mmnf—you taste so good, sweetheart, God, I never want to leave– mmm—"
When you're—let's say—angry with him, Dante's desperate. Like really desperate. He's not one to beg, per se, but when it comes to you—he'd get on his knees and plead with you until you let him touch you. He can't function when he hasn't tasted you at least once a day.
This man is pussy addicted. But your pussy only. He doesn't want anyone else's.
Vergil is a freak. Not as much as Dante but he is a freak in his own way when it comes to eating cunt.
He hasn't been in many relationships, so the first time he ate you out was a bit foreign to him.
But he's a quick learner. He always was. Vergil knows how to make you squirm and whine out his name, when he hits that spongy spot inside you with his thick fingers, his lips suckling your clit.
Vergil sometimes likes to tie you up, leaving you helpless and restrained. He loves how you struggle and tug on the rope when you want to run your fingers through his hair or want to close your thighs.
If he's feeling generous, and you've been nothing but compliant, he'll untie you from your binds and let you touch him.
"You've been such a good girl, hm? I'll let you have this little reward."
His favourite position is definitely the mating press. For both eating your cunt out and fucking the brattiness out of you.
He has you folded in half, your knees touching your breasts, and the view of his face buried against your pussy would make your eyes roll back.
Vergil isn't one to be messy with his meals, but all of his logical thinking goes out the window the moment he licks your soaked slit. He loves to tease you with his tongue. He likes to show you who you belong to, and who's the only person who can make you cum so hard.
He prefers taking care of your needs first before taking care of his own. Vergil isn't one to jerk off, but when he really gets riled up after your little session and you were exhausted? He'd leave the room and head to the nearest bathroom to deal with his... predicament.
He figured out you liked to be rimmed by accident. Ducking his head too low and licking your other sensitive hole. You squealed and tried to push him away, but his hold on your legs was firm, so he tested the waters.
"Vergil, no, it's dirty—" "Shh.. nothing of yours is dirty, and I want to make you feel as good as you can. Tell me, Beloved, does this make you feel good?"
Your throat felt thick, and you couldn't speak, but your body answered him with ease. So, he used that to his advantage, thrusting his tongue into your asshole.
Vergil indulges in your kinks and doesn't judge you for them, and in exchange? He gets to see you fall apart in his arms.
Nero is more like Dante than his father. He's also quite a sloppy pussy eater. He slurps, spits and makes out with your pretty cunt, leaving it soaked for when he wants to fuck you afterwards.
Though he does have more class than his Uncle. He's always making sure you're comfortable with the place he's going to give you head and locks the door in the room you're doing it in.
Nero usually has you pinned against the wall or sat on the passenger seat of the van when he's down between your legs and making you whine his name.
He's mean but in a teasing way. Especially when you try to tug on his hair.
"Yeah, tug on my hair, baby– but you can't, can you? It's too short.. too bad, hm?"
Loves to leave your thighs with bite marks and hickeys. Nero just goes feral when he sees what he's done to you especially when you're wearing a dress.
Fists his cock while he eats you out. He can't help but do it, you just turn him on so much, and his dick gets so hard it hurts.
He doesn't stop until you tap out. You either say your safeword and let go of his hand or he doesn't stop licking and devouring your sweet, slick pussy.
If you do let go of his hand, however, Nero immediately switches up and mumbles sweet apologies for being too much. He gets you a glass of water and a snack, cuddling you until both of you fall asleep.
And finally we have V. He's quite gentle with you unlike the others.
Sweet, gentle whispers of praise, his hands caressing your thighs as he flattens his tongue on your soaked slit. His eyes watching your reaction, the way your face contorts in pleasure along with the way your back arches towards him.
"That's it, my muse, sing for me, tell me how good it feels."
This man is sweet unless you purposefully provoke him. Act like a brat? Get treated like one. He will slap your pussy with his hand or a crop whip, edge you until you cry for forgiveness, and overstimulate you until you squirt.
"Tsk-tsk, you've brought this upon yourself, my sweet muse. Did I not say not to provoke me? Now, now.. settle before I punish you even further."
Be a good girl for him, though? You're going to see stars after he's done with you. His fingers fill you up nicely, pressing and putting pressure on that spongy spot inside you that makes your pussy gush out and squeeze, all while he suckles on your pudgy clit.
V loves it when you squeeze his head between your thighs. It means he's doing something right if you're trapping him there, tugging on his hair and moaning his name.
He prefers sinking his cock into your sopping hole than jerking off, but when the time needs it and he can't fuck you, he'll steal the panties you were wearing and use it around his thick shaft until it's soiled with his spend.
His favourite position is missionary because he loves seeing your face contort in pleasure or hold eye contact with you while dipping his tongue into your drippy cunt.
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