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lady-of-spades · 4 months
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Oh anon you had me at curses and angst~. This bitch was a long one so I hope y’all enjoy. Glad to finally be getting back into writing these again. 
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The DMC Boys Find Out their S/O is Cursed: 
Dante:
When Dante eventually learns of the curse--albeit not entirely on purpose  since this was something you meant to bring up but couldn’t decide HOW to--it’s a long night for the both of them. First off, he has a lot of questions, namely wondering how and why the fuck this has happened and to his S/O of all people? For someone so normally cheerful, kind, and happy, it feels almost insane to think someone would curse them. 
But of course he also remembers how shit the world can be and knowing all too well from his family’s own brand of curse, little by little things start to add up. The first being the strange demonic energy he’d sense off of them at times, especially at certain times of the month where the curse would be more active than others. 
It doesn’t help that the curse is seemingly triggered from high amounts of stress as well, sharing a painfully evident connection with your emotions. Which is like adding a gallon of gasoline on top of the massive dumpster fire that are the curse’s side effects. 
All in all: this man is stressed. The consistent feeling of uselessness doesn’t help as he feels so powerless to try and fix this mess as his S/O would be left to writhe in pain and be left exhausted by the end of it even after the transformation has dissipated. 
And then there’s learning how to handle the wraith, not wanting to harm his s/o since they can only thinly control their condition. Meanwhile wanting to make sure they don’t become a danger to anyone, least of all themselves in the process. He’ll feel better once they both figure out a contingency plan when the wraith transformation happens. This and trying to help mitigate how often it does happen. After all, his S/O is still only human curse aside, and the less harm and prolonged harm and stress they deal with, the better.
There’s definitely a lot of sleepless nights, pulling several favors between Morrison, the girls, and even Vergil to try and find an answer to the curse and maybe how to at least suppress it if they can’t lift it. For all his resources, connections, and experience, Dante finds himself in a notably frustrated place, feeling useless for once not just in himself, but in not being able to do more for you most of all. 
Any other demon or threat he could handle no problem--regardless of whether it were giant demon trees, towers, or anything in between. But curses, let alone a nasty curse involving the one he loved the most? That was a whole other layer of hell for the legendary devil hunter. 
He does try to help out in other ways to compensate during that agonizing wait, though. Notably spending more time with his S/O and try to find ways to spend time together--both for the sake of protection and stress relief. Any soothing distraction from the giant cursed elephant in the room is a blessing compared to the alternative. 
He jokes that its a blessing in disguise as the perfect excuse to get in more dates together; especially on the days where you both treat yourselves to a trip to for strawberry sundaes at your favorite diner. Other days it’s simple pleasures like taking soothing drives outside of the city for an eventual picnic at your favorite spot overlooking Red Grave. And some times it’s spending more relaxed times with friends like Nico, Nero, Kyrie, and the kids to cope with the stress of feeling more isolated from others due to the curse. 
As for coping with the pain of the curse, Dante all but practically stocks up on every form of pain relief he finds works for you, even if it’s just enough to bring the pain to a more mild simmer on your worst days. 
The bed ridden days are the worst, and Dante’s frustrated at his own limited ability to help you, trying his best to provide the utmost comfort he can. These were the nights where he makes a point to never leave their side and hold them unless they need him to otherwise. Nothing was more infuriating to a demon hunter like Dante than a demon you couldn’t really kill, much less get rid of. Not until they could either find the source of the curse or at least a way to remove it successfully. 
And until then, he’d gladly do anything and everything in his power to see it through, even if it meant going back into the underworld yet again to secure a cure if he absolutely had to. A less than ideal thing to think about--especially at the agony of leaving you alone for god knows how long that would be. But if it meant finally breaking the agonizing shackles that this curse bound you to, then it was more than worth it. 
Vergil:
Everything is FineTM. 
Vergil could always tell there was something different about his s/o, and not in the usual predictably cheesy kind of way one might say about their lover. He could never quite place it, but it was always something that sat at the back of his mind long before their relationship. Given his past, Vergil was always a bit sharper when it came to picking up on demons and traces of their energy. The same generally went for similar beings whenever in a close enough proximity. 
So it’s not hard to imagine his confusion every time he’d pick up the unusual and notably demonic-esque traces of energy that would flare up from time to time around his S/O. This otherwise unassuming human who at first glance seemed hardly all that different from any other human you’d come across. Vergil was almost certain they were being either haunted or hunted by something for the longest time before discovering the truth of the matter. 
It had caused many a sleepless and almost paranoid night when trying to pin the source. Though, despite his exhaustion and frustration that the confusion had caused, he hardly blamed his s/o for not being more forward with it. Curses of any kind are never a pretty subject--least of all curses like yours. 
Much like his twin, he’s frustrated with how limited he is in being able to do something about this. In any circumstance, he’d probably be able to fight the thing and either banish it or slay it and call it a day, saving you both from any further trouble with the wraith. Unfortunately, however, such means were out of the question, leaving Vergil to resort to more drawn out methods, namely involving an almost suffocating amount of research. A painstaking amount of research and digging he was more than motivated to get through if it meant getting down to the source or possible cure for this personal hell of yours. 
When Vergil isn’t researching--both in terms of asking everything his s/o would know and consulting every relevant tome and piece of knowledge he could get his hands on--he’s looking for ways to at least help you cope. Upon learning the impact that stress can play a role in worsening or triggering the effects of the curse, Vergil would probably insist on sharing methods that have worked for him in at least some small part to at least try to bring some reprieve. 
These methods revolve anywhere from massages and chronic pain relief exercises (because let’s face it, this man has probably sustained at least some chronic pain problems following his time as V and everything else), meditation, sharing herbal teas, doing breathing exercises, to even just spending time in bed together to cuddle. The latter usually involving Vergil rubbing gentle circles into your back as he holds you, your head either resting on his chest or in the crook of his neck as he does. Either way, so long as it eased the stress, and with it the agony that the curse brought, then it was well worth the added work. 
It’s surreal seeing the agony that his s/o has hidden for so long, finally seeing the “shame” they were determined to hide from him and the others--fearing he’d somehow see them as a monster like so many others have. Including their own parents no less--the very people who had played a part in causing this curse that they have been forced to carry for so long. He always found it so odd how someone so warm, gentle, and cheerful could be so alone despite their magnetic personality. Always seeming to keep a comfortable distance from even their closest friends in fear they may get hurt. Or worse--see them as the cursed monster they had been forced to be. 
It was a sentiment he understood, carrying his own bloody demon inside him, and even more so after all the death and carnage that his foolish actions had brought not once, but twice. He would be a fool and a filthy hypocrite to ever force such a thought upon someone like them--the least possible deserving person to ever receive such a horrid thing, especially from a young age. Never even gaining so much as a single crumb of solace or closure in knowing why this curse had been thrust upon them to begin with. Let alone be haunted by the monster deep within at every waking moment, never having a way to be fully free of it even with what discipline and control that they had learned to hold over it, albeit thinly. 
Much as he would love nothing more to hunt down the person or thing responsible for such a curse, Vergil knows such a thing will be meaningless until he is able to gather even the tiniest crumb of direction. All the while haunted by the very thought of leaving you all alone to suffer from such an affliction for who knows how long to chase what is little more than a shadow of a “maybe” to end the pain. 
A fate he knew all too well was too cruel to force upon you no matter how “used to it” you claimed to be. Vergil knew the pain of suffering all alone all too well--was all too familiar in the agony of suffering alone in the dark with little else to provide any relief or comfort through it all. His growing pains throughout his dark and tragic life as a cambion had more than taught him it, engraving it into every crevice of his mind and soul whenever it could. 
Vergil thought it a miracle that you could endure such a cruel and unusual fate after all these years and still be the warm, energetic, and compassionate person he fell in love with. To still be able to hold on to the humanity within them even on their worst days no matter how the curse tortured and tormented them to give in and consume them whole. 
One way or another, he would find the means to end it for good. He did not know when that day would come, but he was intent on seeing it through to the end with you either way. Nothing would keep him from fulfilling that promise, come hell or high water. 
Nero: 
As if his own childhood “curse” hadn’t been painful, even before the incident that would eventually bring devil bringer. On the one hand, it holds a level of familiarity that Nero could relate to. 
But what on earth could even remotely justify the sick and brutal nature of such a curse on someone like his s/o. Someone who he had only ever known for their bubbly, kind, and cheerful disposition no matter how hard and bitter things got. And to think it had been living with them--or living off of them more like it--since they were but a young child of all things? 
There’s a weird kind of solace that the two of you find in each other despite the differences of each other’s circumstance, especially as you open up to Nero more about the details of the curse and why you kept quiet about it for so long. Being worried he might see you as a freak, or worse: a monster. You wouldn’t blame him if he did, and he certainly wouldn’t have been the first. 
Instead, however, Nero goes out of his way to remind you that such things could never be true. Especially with how you still remained true to yourself and your humanity despite it. It would be all too easy to fall to the curse and its darkness after dealing with both it and the constant pain it brought in one form or another, even on the better days. 
I feel like Nero has probably experienced his share of chronic pain since gaining devil bringer, regardless of the power and benefits it brought in its own way. And even after he lost it--and later regained a new human arm--I think he would still have days of phantom pains in that same area where his arm had been torn off. 
He knows it couldn’t quite compare to the hell the curse puts his s/o through, going so far as leaving them in a crumpled ball in bed for sometimes days at a time when its particularly bad. But it doesn’t stop him from trying to bring comfort and expressing his own understanding and empathy where he can. 
He would likely take more time off where he could to help out, likely even bringing Nico and Kyrie in to provide support as well whenever he couldn’t. Even on your better days with the curse where the pain is very minimal or more mild, he would want to at least offer to do things for you where he can and allow you to relax more. 
He knows you’re not made of glass. If anything you’re undoubtedly tougher than steel with how long you’ve endured and survived, even learning to gain some level of control over it, no matter how thin it may seem. Certainly doesn’t stop him from wanting to spoil you more from time to time, especially when one of the worser days rears its ugly head. 
Whether its your favorite takeout, cuddles and freshly warmed blankets, body massages, or anything else you could desire, Nero won’t hesitate to try and provide it (even if it means having to ask one of the others for help, especially Kyrie). 
The two of you have even developed a contingency plan when the wraith form does appear, largely thanks to his and Nico’s brilliant engineering to give you a safe and heavily reinforced place to comfortably hide away as need be. Nero knows you don’t want to harm anyone, and knows well enough you wouldn’t be able to forgive yourself if you lost control and did. And it goes without saying that he certainly doesn’t want to even risk hurting you. So until they find a way to lift the curse, its the most painless alternative you have. 
V:
If it weren’t for the subject and sufferer of the curse, V would have almost found it fascinating. Horrid, cruel, and demented, but fascinating in its own way. How cruel and insidious fate was for making it be forced upon his s/o of all people--the borderline embodiment of compassion and sunshine of all things. And to think, to make matters worse, it insisted on bringing the added literal agony that insisted on haunting them in every way it could even with transformations aside. 
Although his own “curse” wasn’t quite the same as yours--especially as his was certainly more self-inflicted--V does his best to try and help wherever he can. Dealing with his own pains and exhaustion that come and go, he tries to extend his own understanding and experience to help where he can. 
Much as he knows about the occult and many things demonic, he knew coming even close to breaking this thing--perhaps even just having a more effective way of subduing it--wouldn’t be easy. Especially if the source of the curse--regardless if human or demonic--was even still alive after all these years. And even if they weren’t, there would be the matter of figuring out the “rules” and other aspects that could even hint at an answer. 
However, even with his own knowledge, extensive research, and even what information Griffon could provide, V could tell it wouldn’t be something they would be able to solve so soon. He’s far from being naive or hopeful enough to assume such, and knows it would only be a cruel lie to try and convince his s/o otherwise. Truly a hell of its own making, if not crueler. 
What he does try and mend are the fears his s/o had--fearing what might have happened if they told him sooner. What he might have seen in them compared to the person that he inevitably fell in love with. What unholy monster he might be convinced into seeing instead of the gentle and courageous soul he so dearly called his s/o. Bearing such a crushing weight for so long is never pleasant, not even counting the literal mind-crippling agony that the curse seemed to take some form of horrid delight in inflicting whenever it could. 
These being the cruel and unusual hard days where V was constantly reminded of just how powerless he was to help them. If the incident with the Qliphoth hadn’t been a big enough of a reminder just how fragile he was compared to his “complete” form, this certainly brought all too many of those familiar feelings back. 
Only his body wasn’t the one slowly suffering from it but yours, bringing a kind of burning frustration and helplessness he hadn’t felt in a very long time. One that he would be more than determined to do anything within his power--and arguably even beyond (without any demonic trees or towers of course)--if it meant to end this curse and the pain it brought once and for all. 
And even if he could make even a fraction of your pain feel tolerable, even if it was just from staying by your side as you tried to endure the more severe days and providing whatever you requested, then that would be enough. It would have to until the fates decided to show a shred of kindness on the both of you. He knows he’s not as strong as Dante, Nero, and certainly not Vergil, but V looks to compensate in other ways. Perhaps in more human ways as Trish and Lady had advised him during one such visit after learning about your ideal. 
And despite what lack of progress against long term effects it had, V was more than relieved when he saw the difference in comfort and peace of mind that he could provide. They say little by little, water wears away the stone, and perhaps to at least some extent, V found truth in those words. Especially as he’d gently hold you to his chest as you’d lay in bed together; gently rubbing your back with one hand as he sweetly read to you with the other. 
V didn’t care if it would perhaps take his whole life and then some to find you the release from the curse that you so deserved after enduring for so long. You deserved to be protected and loved more than anyone else he ever knew, and he would be damned before seeing you robbed of that. You provided him a warmth and light he had not been able to find solace and peace in for a very long time. And it was only fair that he did the same, even if his came in the form of a quiet and gentle night with only the silent moon above amongst its watchful cradle of endless stars. 
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rodeoxqueen · 4 months
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Hiiiiii Rodeo!! Wondering if you could please write something about Vergil (or all the DMC boys if you'd prefer!) with a completely civilian partner? Someone who is not skilled in weapons / fighting demons and is fairly normal compared to the boys' hectic lives. Thank you 💖💖
Howdyyyy.
Vergil w/a Civilian! Reader.
You most likely have a meet-cute in a public space both you and Vergil frequent.
It could be the local library or even the markets where Dante sends him off to the grocery shopping (he asks you for help finding some items).
Vergil is very reluctant to start anything with you, knowing that there is a world of dangerous demons that are always on the prowl for chaos. What kind of life would there be for you, to be involved with the King of Hell?
However, sparks with the man you deem "strange but attractive and other-worldly."
Vergil finds himself courting you in what is considered probably the longest slow-burn ever.
Extremely overprotective. He prefers to be around you when you are walking around late at night, to avoid demonic attacks.
Scents you with his pheromones so small fry demons are too scared to approach. Very subtle about it.
Would prefer if you learned self-defense and will teach you. Date idea?
Vergil is grateful you are in his orbit, as his hectic life from former-king-of-Hell-to-now-devil-hunter-with-his-brother has him at your doorstep, ready to have some peace.
Your life is so peaceful compared to his and its contrast has Vergil wanting more of you.
After growing up the way he did and being on the run and go for so long with not a place to lay his head to rest at times, your life is something Vergil didn't quite realize he wanted until now.
Starts spending more time with you at your place.
Gets used to simple mornings waking up next to you and making breakfast together. He's learning to be more human with you, and having more a domestic routine himself.
He learns more about himself by dating a human and he is glad to have you in his life.
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Uncontrolled Instincts: Vergil x Male Reader
MINORS DNI; THIS IS FOR ADULTS ONLY
SERIOUSLY, GO AWAY!
SUMMARY: The eldest son of Sparda has been through many trials and tribulations within his almost fifty years of life. Despite this, Vergil was still learning about the different ways his heritage could bring him to his wit's end-- how it could bring him to his knees and leave him completely and utterly at your mercy.
BEGINNING NOTES: Requested by @kasianthus on Tumblr! (Sorry this took so long--didn't know if should still stage because of that so sorry if you aren't really into DMC anymore in the like year this took lmao sorry) This legit has been sitting half-finished for months (Like this was requested way back on March 5th lmfao); so I figured I should probably finish it lmfao 🦢💧🦢 Top/Dom Vergil x Sub/Bottom Male reader Pre-established relationship Semi-mindless smut with a lil' fluff Lots of smut--like a ton. Rut (Vergil); the reader is unaware of this being a thing in devils Minor scent kink Small masturbation scene (Vergil) Mating/Breeding kink (Possessive of the reader) Biting/Blood (Bleeding?) kink: Vergil bites hard enough to draw blood (he is a devil after all) then does some kind of painful stuff--it’s not very long or anything but I figured it is important to mention. Bruising + Scratching Minor Oral (blowjob; Reader receiving.) Monster fucker stuff; dick sleeve/slit stuff, etc. Devil Trigger sex Overstimulation Knotting 💧🦢💧 >Unrealistic sizes for his Triggered dick(s)--just let me have fun. If you want actual sizes, go to Vergil’s H/C chapter. >Because of the mental state Vergil’s in, he’s a bit sappy--almost reminiscent of V--during some parts. >I used the concept art from DMC 5 as a reference for Vergil’s (regular) Devil Trigger; figured I should put that here to avoid any confusion (since it’s very different from his 3-design and semi-different than his 4-design). Dante’s 5 DT has pupils so Vergil’s does too (even though the concept art doesn’t; neither does Dante’s concept art btw).
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     “That is an idiotic suggestion,” Vergil’s lip twitched as he lightly snarled, “Although I shouldn’t expect much else from you.”
     “Yeah? Well, if you’re so damned smart,” Dante crossed his arms as he leaned back in his chair, scowling at Vergil, “Then what’s your plan.”
     “I told you,” the blue devil squinted, “I can handle it alone.”
     Dante slammed his hands down on his desk and shot up from his chair, “And as I have told you ,” he rounded to the front of his desk, leaning against it slightly, and stood face-to-face with his older brother, “ No, you can’t. ” 
     The devils stared at one another, growling while exchanging death glares. Amongst the loud snarling, however, a stressed-out sigh could be heard. Lady, who had grabbed a beer, was trying to ignore the twins' incessant bickering. She's been waiting for over an hour for Nico and Trish to swing by and pick her up and she was almost at her breaking point. Quietly, she tapped her fingers against the half-drunk bottle while grumbling to herself. A part of her felt like she was babysitting two toddlers rather than sitting at the establishment of two middle-aged devil hunters. As she raised the bottle to take a drink, a loud commotion behind her caught her attention. Slamming down the bottle, she whipped around with a venomous glare.
     With hands wrapped around one another, the twins wrestled momentarily only to be cut abruptly by Vergil slamming Dante’s back through the railing and treads of the staircase. A loud strangled coughing came from Dante as one of the metal bars speared him through the chest, splattering Vergil’s face with a trace amount of blood. 
    “What is wrong with you two?!" Lady’s tolerance had finally run out, "I just fucking fixed yesterday's damage!” She stood from her seat, arms crossed.
     Hearing her irate tone, Vergil released Dante’s neck from his grasp and stood up; not saying a word. 
     Dante groaned, looking up at his twin, “Lil’ help?” He stuck out his hand which Vergil used to yank Dante back to his feet.
     Vergil straightened his coat, “I think I will take my leave for today-”
     “Good,” Dante shifted uncomfortably, placing a hand over the gaping hole in his middle, feeling it slowly repair itself, “Can’t stand you being so pissy.”
     Lady pinched the bridge of her nose, “You are no better, Dante. Both of you are acting like children.”
     “I am not,” Dante huffed.
     Vergil glared at his brother from the corner of his eye before strutting towards the garage door, “I am leaving,” he stopped after he was slightly past Lady and turned over to his shoulder, addressing her, "Contact me only if necessary.”
     With that, Vergil left The Devil May Cry.
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     Upon opening the front door to your shared home, Vergil instantly felt a heavy hazy heat spread throughout his limbs. He took a slow deep breath as he stood in the entryway, trying to get a hold of himself. Unhurriedly, he hung his coat and slid off his boots, mumbling to himself about his next move. He decided that a shower may ease his mind as he wandered into the cozy co-inhabited home.
     The blue devil warily looked around, trying to avoid you. Eventually, he found you in the bedroom, making things difficult, since he needed to stop in there for clothing. He peered in through the door and saw that you were lying on your stomach, reading a book while softly humming. From where he was standing, he got a perfect view of your ass, only worsening his issue . 
     Vergil shook his head and took a deep breath trying to deter his thoughts; only after which did he realize that getting a deep whiff of your scent was perhaps the worst thing he could do at the moment. He stood with a scrunched face and closed eyes as he tried to ground himself, doing his best to ignore the overwhelming perverse thoughts eating at him, and the fiery feeling spreading to his lower half.
     You turned over and sat at the edge of the bed, dangling your legs over the edge, “Hey-! You’re home early,” you flashed him a cheerful smile that quickly fell as you got nothing but silence in return, “Everything alright, Vergil?” 
     “Yes, everything is fine,” Vergil’s eyes avoided yours and his answer was quick and emotionless.
     You raised a brow at his seemingly discombobulated reaction, “You sure?”
     He nodded and moved to grab some casual clothing from the dresser, “I am going to shower.”
     Your brow raised further, “Okay..?”
     Vergil looked over to you as if he were going to speak but closed his mouth, turned away from you, and left.
     In the brief moments that your eyes met with his, you noticed the small bits of dried blood on his clothes and face. It was probably Dante’s, knowing how much the two had been fighting the past week or so; however, that didn’t make it any better nor did it ease your mind. You slid off the bed, and placed the book on the nightstand, leaving the room. Unhurriedly, you meandered down the hall as you mulled through what could have upset Vergil so much. 
     As of late, he's been in such a sour mood that he barely even says "Good morning" or "Good night", not to mention the lack of physical affection. He hasn't even been sleeping in the bedroom with you, "preferring” to sleep on the couch. A frown decorated your face as a wicked thought echoed in your mind, "What if he is distancing himself so he can disappear…"
     You shook your head, "He'd never do that, he loves me... Right?"
     With another shake of your head, you decided that you were going to talk with him once he's finished his shower.
     When Vergil entered the restroom, he lazily tossed his change of clothes off to the side and turned the shower faucet as cold as he could. While the water ran, he stripped down and neatly placed his worn clothing in the hamper.
     Just being in your presence had made him unbearably hard and was driving him up the wall. It seems even the Dark Slayer isn’t able to conquer his instincts, much to his vexation. 
     A quiet hiss left his lips as he stepped under the icy water. Vergil’s skin was beyond sweltering, being so hot that it was bothering him; a man whose body runs on average at around 120°F (49°C). The contrast between him and the nearly frozen water created a sauna-esc environment--fog quickly filling the room. As he washed his face off, he stared mindlessly at the wall. He’d never experienced something like this before; and, to be quite frank, it's exhausting. The sheer amount of emotional ups and downs was enough to make him nauseous. Not to mention that he’d been avoiding any sort of affection towards or with you for nearly a week.
     It all mixed up into a hellish disaster that Vergil just wanted to end. Tired of the immense toll this was taking on him, in every way possible.
     With folded arms, he stood facing the water as a small discontent grumble left his lips. He had hoped that the cold water would have killed his hard-on; however, it didn’t. Now he was just miserably standing under frigid water with a rigid cock. 
     Vergil let out a low growl of irritation, his face scrunching into a grimace as he lightly pinched the bridge of his nose. Despite not being one for masturbation, he decided to try and handle his urges alone. He ran his hands up his face and then slowly back down, sighing loudly. Then he turned around and leaned his forehead against the wall, the water now beating against his back; a feeling that would have most definitely troubled him if he weren’t so worked up. 
     His brow furrowed as he shut his eyes, placing one hand on the wall and the other around his throbbing dick. Slowly, his hand moved at the thought of what he’d do to you if only you were here harshly pinned between the wall and him. 
     The feeling of you squirming underneath him as he bit down on your neck. Your groans as he shoves himself inside your tight hole. The feeling of your hands in his hair, pulling it in ecstasy. How deep and hard he would pound your insides. Growling obscene and perverse comments into your ear and watching you react; feeling you react. Folding you as he bent your legs up as far as he could, his nails digging into your skin. 
     Vergil wanted nothing more than to claim you --to breed you --to leave you unable to move and full to the brim with his cum.
     The blue devil’s face scrunched further with every quickening stroke, trying to reach his peak, “Ngh- ha~” A frustrated whine of a huff escaped his nose as he bit down on his lip.
     Unknowingly, he started bucking his hips into his hand in pursuit of the tantalizingly close orgasm. However, try as he may, it never came; all he managed to do was work himself up even further and nearly break his fingers from how hard he was pressing against the tiles.
     After what seemed like an eternity, he removed his hand from his cock and just stood there with his eyes closed. He placed his face against his bicep with a deep exasperated inhale, trying to figure out a solution that wouldn’t involve him explaining what was happening. 
     A soft knock at the door caused Vergil to choke on his exhale, “Vergil, you alright? You’ve been in there for over an hour…”
     Although you didn’t care how long he took, it was a bit concerning when his longest shower ever was fifteen minutes . In combination with how he was earlier, you were well within your right to worry. 
     He felt his cock twitch at the sound of your voice as he ran his thumb across his tip, doing his best to subvert the idea of asking you to join him, “I am fine,” he straightened his posture with a small sigh, “I will be out momentarily.”
     The blue devil waited to hear you walk away before he turned off the water and stepped out. He dried off and slid on his black boxer briefs and an indigo t-shirt. Then, as per usual, he went to pomade his hair but found his tin completely exhausted. Vergil balled up his hands, his nails lightly puncturing his palms in anger. In his heated departure from the shop, he had completely forgotten to pick some up before returning home. In a vain attempt at normalcy, he used the dampness from the shower to slick it back. 
     Then the real issue became apparent. He needed to figure out how to hide his excitement . The blue devil mulled over different ideas as he moved his jaw back and forth. It was then that he noticed he, unintentionally, grabbed a baggy set of grey sweatpants; ones that would be able to hide most of his painfully aching flesh if he wore them just right and tucked himself in a very specific way. 
     After a few attempts, he managed to get it right and looked at himself in the mirror; it was barely noticeable, allowing him to take a sigh of relief. As he opened the door, he was able to place where you were in the house by the sound of your heart, you were in the living room. Knowing that if he saw you he’d lose the struggle with himself, he quickly slipped into his study; which was right between the bathroom and bedroom.
     The Dark Slayer quietly shut the door and turned on a desk lamp. The room wasn’t anything too elaborate or fancy; it only contained three bookshelves, a small desk, and Vergil’s favorite chair. The blue devil grabbed his current book from the desk and sat down, making the plastic ever-so-slightly creak underneath him. With the lick of his fingertips, Vergil paged through to where he had left off in the novel. 
     After nearly ten minutes of re-reading the same page over and over, Vergil slammed the book shut with a growl. At this point, his body was beyond burning with lust and he wanted nothing more than to soothe his pulsating cock. Moving his jaw in thought, he debated trying to relieve his itch again; however, before he could decide, a gentle knock came from the door.
     “Vergil..?” your voice was barely audible.
     In a panic, Vergil snapped back, “What?” He scrunched his face and pursed his lips in immediate regret at how he answered. 
     There was a moment of silence before he heard you sigh, “Never mind, sorry; didn’t mean to bother you. I’ll leave you be.” 
     As you began to walk away, Vergil bolted up from his seat; upsetting you was the last thing he wanted to do. Opening the door as quickly as possible, he called out to you, “Wait-!” 
     You turned around; only a dozen or so strides away. With a brow raised in curiosity, you noted how disheveled Vergil looked: between his outfit, hair, and how overall ragged he looked you knew something was wrong. The two of you stood staring at one another for a minute or so; neither of you being sure what to say or do next. 
     The blue devil turned from your gaze to look down, shifting awkwardly, “I…” he stood with his lips slightly parted and shifted once more.
     You took a few steps towards him, “Is something wrong, Vergil?” 
     He shook his head ‘no’ and tensed his shoulders, “Stay back,” although he intended it to sound commanding, it sounded more like he was pleading.
     Your brow creased, “Why?” 
     That was the million-dollar question, wasn’t it? 
     The intense aching in his body only worsened by being near you, he scrunched his face trying to block out his insatiable yearning for you, “I can’t-” Vergil looked up from the flooring to you as he spoke softly, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
     “What does that-” you shook your head, “Vergil, what is going on?” You continued to steadily and carefully approach the high-strung man. 
     With every step you took, his body tensed up further and further. Part of him wanted to run as far from you as possible, ashamed and afraid of his need; the other wanted nothing more than to slam you against the floor and let into his sinful primal desires. He closed his eyes and took a deep steading breath; doing neither of those things--unintentionally allowing you to get closer.
     You stood only two or so strides away and were able to hear a faint growling, “My Love?” When you went to grab his hand, his eyes snapped open.
     Vergil jolted backward and hit the still-open study door that was behind him… which broke it right off its hinges with a loud cracking thud. You flinched at the sudden loud noise and pulled your hand back.
     He turned to his side slightly to look down at the broken door, “Fantastic…” he then turned back to you with a sigh, “Forgive me, I-”
     That’s when he noticed where you were staring at his body.
     You squinted and pursed your lips, doing your best to stifle a small laugh, “Is your weird mood cause of that ?” You gestured with your eyes down to his painfully obvious hard-on.
     Vergil shifted his jaw and huffed out a meek answer, “It is more than that, I am afraid.”
     “Care to share?” you set a hand on your hip and smirked, very much oblivious to the severity of what was going on.
     The blue devil shook his head, “No-” A shiver ran up his spine as he watched you slowly and intensely eye him up, “You’re not going to like the answer.”
     “Vergil, we’ve slept together quite a bit,” you gently grabbed one of his hands, “What is so different now?”
     His voice was strained as he gripped your hand tightly and paused a moment for a moment before continuing, “This is out of my control.”
     “What? Vergil,” you furrowed your brow in confusion, “What does that mean?”
     He opened his eyes and stared at you momentarily, using his tongue to play with his teeth in thought. 
     “Don’t make me beg,” you lightly teased.
     “Fine,” Vergil pushed you against the wall, a knee placed right between your legs, and holding both your hands off to your sides, “I want you,” he leaned closer, his breath tickling your ear, “I need to--” he paused for a moment in thought, “I need to breed you,” behind his voice you could hear a rumble, telling you how desperate he really is. 
     He placed small kisses along your jawline and pulled back to look you in the eyes, pleading with you to save him from this torment of self-restraint he has been going through for nearly a week now. 
     You raised a brow, “And how’s that any different than normal?” You gave him a suggestive sultry smirk. 
      He cautiously placed his lips atop yours; despite his current affliction, he wanted to make sure that he took things slow--at least, slow enough that he wouldn’t hurt you. The kisses were long, heated, and sloppy. The both of you moved your mouths together in an almost exaggerated manner, perfectly synchronized. Vergil pushed against you and a low rumble filled each of his motions; doing his best to show you how much he needs you. How much he desires you in your entirety; mind, spirit, and body. How much he wishes to consume your frail humanity and turn you into his sinful plaything. 
     The blue devil’s grip tightened around your wrists as he fought his urge to demolish you right here and now. The heat from his body was overwhelming. Both he and you were acutely aware of it, a very thin line of sweat adorning the two of you. Vergil pushed his leg up further between your legs, lovingly nudging your slowly growing arousal, listening to the faint groans you gave.
     After a few minutes of these slow impassioned kisses, he slid his tongue into your mouth. Excitedly he explored every bit that he could. Though Vergil had tasted your sweet tongue many times before, he always had the same amount of giddiness as he did the first time. His growling had become prominent enough that you could feel it within your mouth; a new, but welcomed, feeling. 
     With a gentle roughness, Vergil bit at your lips and tugged on them, which you lovingly returned. A small smirk decorated his lips as he let out a happy huff against you before diving into another plethora of fiery lustful kisses. With each languid motion of his plush lips against yours, his grip tightened around your wrists; gradually losing the arousing factor and becoming painful--you weren’t even sure if he realized that he was doing it.
     Breaking away from his lips for a brief moment, you let out a low hiss, “Vergil, that kind of hurts,” you squirmed against his hold. 
     He stood there with his forehead against yours, loosening his grip slightly. With a low husky growl of a voice, he whispered against your kiss-swollen lips, “I need more,” he nuzzled his nose against yours, “Please.” His eyes met with yours, they were heavy and glazed over; he wasn’t asking you, he was begging .
     “Just--” You did your best to stay calm, knowing that Vergil was far from it, “Give me a minute to get ready and I’m all yours..?” 
     A small displeased grumble left his lips before he bit at your lower lip, pulling it slowly, then whispered against you, “You’d best hurry,” he released his grip on your wrists, “Best not to keep me waiting,” he turned and walked towards the bedroom, leaving you in a confused light-headed daze.
     Once within the bedroom, he grabbed the nearly empty lube from the side table and set it on the tabletop. Absent-mindedly, he began to tap his foot, doing his best to ignore his slowly thinning patience. Vergil was still rather uneasy about informing you about what was truly going on. The two of you had been romantically involved for many years now, but it was only within the past year that the two of you had become sexually involved. In hindsight, Vergil regrets not explaining the consequences of doing so.
     The consequences of mating with a devil.
     A nearly inaudible creak in the floorboards caught Vergil’s attention, pulling him from his thoughts. Instantly, the blue devil was upon you and was as close to you as possible, his lips connected with yours once again. With a startled moan, you grabbed his biceps and felt him dig his fingertips into your sides as he tried to pull you impossibly close. 
     Not giving you a chance to think, Vergil moved you over to the bed and had you pinned beneath him. Using one of his hands, he held both of yours above your head as he stared down at you. He placed his free hand on your cheek, thumbing over your skin slowly, a small smirk tugging at his lips. 
     The blue devil’s hand drifted down your neck and to your chest, “I am sorry for this.”
     “For what?” You tilted your head.
     Without answering, Vergil leaned down and bit down on your neck. A sharp pain caused you to flinch and let out a low groan. He’d pierced through your skin and was working his teeth further into your flesh. It was uncommon for Vergil to make marks where others would be able to see them, but he never has drawn blood or bitten you this hard before. An uneasy feeling pricked at the edges of your mind--the unnerving feeling of being a devil’s prey.
     Once Vergil felt the mark was dark enough, he leaned back up as he licked his lips and teeth clean of your blood. Your eyes met with his and Vergil had a crazed stare that sent cold shivers down your spine, it was a feral dominant look that only worsened the growing bad feeling in your gut. He moved to the other side of your neck and gave it the same treatment; puncturing your flesh deeply.  
     You let out a sharp moan as you felt him remove his teeth and give the new mark small loving licks. Curious as to how’d you respond, he took one of the tips of his split tongue and pushed it into one of the teeth holes. With pursed lips, your brow scrunched and you pulled away from the feeling; however, Vergil wasn’t done. He quickly placed another bite atop the same spot, moving ever-so-slightly out of line with the already there divots. The blue devil was enjoying the iron taste of the thick red substance and he wanted to taste you more; perhaps a side effect of him being the only Sparda descendant to consume human blood in mass? 
     With a third bite to the same spot, you finally spat out a whimper; one that wasn’t of pleasure. However, the devil didn’t notice and clenched his jaw harder at your struggling. 
     “Vergil, stop-!” You jerked away from him with a voice that was somewhere between angry and frightened--not a hint of enjoyment in earshot.
     It took him a moment to react, removing his teeth with a low faintly animalistic huff. The blue devil leaned up and looked down at you, watching you writhe at the painful feeling, assessing the situation. A prominent red stain had adorned his lips, teeth, and surrounding skin; he looked as if he were truly attempting to eat you. A few tears pricked at the edges of your eyes which caused him to look away, almost shameful. 
     “Vergil?”
     He released your hands and sat still, looking like a kicked puppy. 
     You leaned up and gently placed a hand on the side of his jaw, turning him to face you. Vergil’s eyes were glazed over and his lips slightly parted, still very obviously aroused but hesitant to continue. You ran a thumb along his lower lip, wiping blood off the stained surface. Slowly, you connected with his lips. 
     With a loving force, you pushed your lips hard against him and moved your hand from his jaw to the side of his neck, firmly holding him. Using your other hand, you grabbed a fist full of his shirt and pulled him into you. All the while, you’d pushed your tongue into his mouth which earned a surprised muffled moan from Vergil. 
     His mouth tasted, unsurprisingly, of blood and was broiling hot. Vergil worked himself into your grove, moving along to the rhythm you were setting; a rarity in your relationship. You moved your hand up from his neck and interweaved your fingers with his hair, grasping the strands tightly. A small amount of pride pricked at the edges of your mind as you heard him let out a low unfiltered moan and felt him tremble under your grasp. This, however, didn’t last long. 
     Unwilling to remain submissive, Vergil pushed you downwards again. Mindlessly his kisses began to wander around your skin placing small kisses along your clothed shoulders and chest. In return, you gently groped at his shoulders and arms, earning a low moan from your devilish lover. 
     You noticed that he was still wet from his shower as you ran your hands under his shirt giving his skin a soft smooth feel. Your fingertips flattened against his pecs, kneading against him. Slowly, you made your way over to his nipples and pinched them tightly. His back arched slightly at the feeling and he let out a low breathy moan.
     However, the blue devil’s hands weren’t stationary and had begun to move, drifting downwards. They rested right at the edge of your shirt for a moment as he felt you grope his chest. Then, bit by bit, he slid his hands underneath your shirt. Taking the hint, you removed your hands from him and pulled the fabric over your head, tossing it somewhere in the room.
     The blue devil’s slender fingers groped along your chest, seeming almost desperate to feel your body. Your hands grabbed the edge of his shirt and began to tug at it. Vergil leaned up and pulled his shirt over his head, looking down at you with slightly labored breathing. 
     In all his years of life, in neither Hell nor the human world, has he ever had he found another so captivating as you are. Even during times like these, times of sinful lust, you still managed to look holy to the tarnished devil; a sacred being that he’d gladly become a martyr over, someone he’d give his life up for. Despite his irritation at his current affliction, he can’t help but be glad that it is with you and that he found someone he wants to spend the rest of his life with.
     As he stared, you stared back. 
     A small amount of pride tugged at your heart at how you’d managed to get someone like Vergil, someone so beautiful. Your eyes focused on his partially agape kiss-swollen lips that he’d roll his tongue over moistening them every so often. His hair was down courtesy of the lack of pomade and clung to the still-wet skin of his brow, giving him a rather ragged look. Despite Dante being his twin, the two looked nothing alike in your eyes--even with the same hairstyle. Slowly your gaze traveled to his half-lidded eyes when you noticed something; his eyes were the icy glowing blue of his Devil Trigger. 
     You wriggled to sit upright, “You’re quite worked up, huh?” With a smile, you watched Vergil’s face become red and you placed a hand on the side of his neck, thumbing over his throat softly.
     “Why do you say that?” his voice quivered a bit as he felt your hand slowly move down from his neckline to his hips.
     “You’re acting… strange ,” you ran your hand close to his bulge, purposely missing it, and rested your hand on his thigh.
     He gave you a half-confused half-disappointed look.
     “Not that I don’t find this…” you gently rubbed his thigh, earning a stifled moan from the devil, “ aggressively dominant side of you alluring.”
     “Do you?” he smirked slightly, “How strange…” Vergil leaned in and gave you small pecking kisses.
     You smiled widely and spoke between kisses, “Care to share what the special occasion is?” 
     Vergil quietly chuckled and murmured against your lips, “In time.”
     Between loud sweet pecks, you gently whispered, “Come on, please Vergil?”
     Instead of answering, he gave you a long kiss; one that only broke once he felt you pushing away for air. Vergil’s fingers gently ghosted the three-times-bitten dark spot he’d left on your neck, staring with concern.
     Noticing his upset attitude, you grabbed his hand and brought it to your lips, kissing his knuckles.
     “Does it… hurt ?” His voice was soft, with a small tinge of sadness.
     “You want me to be honest?” 
     He nodded.
     “Yes, it hurts, but-!” You made sure to cut him off, knowing damn well what he was going to say, “It’s fine and it’ll heal,” you ran soft kisses up from the hand you’d been kissing and to his shoulder, resting there for a moment, “It’s alright.”
     “I am sorry for harming you,” he looked to the side, his eyes meeting with yours, “I didn’t think that I…” His voice cracked as gazed upon you with remorse.
     You leaned up from his skin and looked at him with a soft smile, “Don’t worry about it, Vergil…” With a soft sigh, you leaned forward and placed a soft gentle long kiss on the underside of his jaw, “It’s flattering to know that you want me that badly, dear.”
     Vergil pushed you back downwards, straddling your hips. His fingertips pressed into you as he eyed you up and down and, with a low dark desperate tone, he remarked, “That doesn’t even scratch the surface of how I feel right now.” 
     As he began to run his digits down your body, he leaned down and placed a very soft kiss on the tender spot. Bit by bit Vergil began to kiss down your middle, mumbling very softly against you, “ “The Fountains mingle with the river/And the rivers with the ocean,/The winds of heaven mix for ever,/With a sweet emotion;/Nothing in the world is single,/”,” he stopped right above your navel and lightly bit at the skin, staring up at you and locking with your eyes, “All things by a law devine/In one another's being mingle -/Why not I with thine?”.”
     He continued until his head was between your thighs. You propped yourself up on your elbows and saw that he was already staring back at you. With hot and heavy breaths, he kissed the inside of one of your thighs all the way to your dick, then gave the other thigh the same treatment. 
     “Vergil-” You swallowed apprehensively, “Are you sure that you’re alright to be doing--”
     “I won’t harm you,” he gave you a small smile with half-lidded eyes, “I promise,” his breath was heavy as he brushed his cheek and nose along your bulge, speaking in a quiet needy manner, “Let me taste you, please.”
     Your breath caught in your throat as you tried to keep up with the sudden mood change; Vergil going from overly dominant to an almost submissive pleading. Before you even answered him, his fingers were within your waistband and were pulling at the fabric, completely exposing you to him. A small moan left your lips as you felt him kiss along the insides of your thighs once more. They were slow sloppy kisses, licking and biting at the sensitive skin. 
     Vergil stared at you for a moment, a smirk of pride tugging at his lips from how you were watching him with bated breath. Very unhurriedly, he ran his tongue down from your tip to your balls. As he ran back up, he split his tongue apart and slid your cock between the two sides. Encouraged by your low groans, he did the same motion back down. 
     Carefully he took your sack into his mouth and began to lightly suck on it. Instinctively, you placed a hand in his hair and grabbed it harshly, making the blue devil moan lowly. As he released you from his mouth, he made sure to stick his tongue out and run it up your seam. 
     Your fingers tightened as you let out a groan and a quiet call of his name. 
     Returning to your shaft, he placed kisses along the underside of your dick upward. Once at the top, he licked at your slit and watched as you squirm at his motions. With a heavy breath, Vergil placed his lips around your cock and gradually took you into his mouth. His hands found purchase on your hips and he pulled you as close to him as possible, the tip of his nose touching your lower abdomen. You fully leaned up, to get a better view of him, and placed both your hands in his hair as he bobbed up and down at a moderate pace.
     “Vergil~ fuck that feels good,” you groaned as he began to move faster at your words. 
     He smirked in response. Although he’d never admit it, he enjoys hearing you say he’s doing good; that he’s the reason you feel good. However, unlike normal, he wasn’t planning on bringing you to your peak; instead, he removed himself from your dick and stood up. The two of you shared a long heated kiss that he used to lean you back down, then he pulled back.
     “Turn over,” his voice was low and gravely, palming himself at the sight before him. 
     With a small nod and smirk, you did as you were asked. You could hear Vergil shuffling around before feeling him rejoin you on the bed with his hands kneading against your ass. Although his motions weren’t particularly aggressive, the pressure he was using was extreme and was going to undoubtedly leave bruises. If you listened very closely, you could hear him purring behind his growling. 
     You let out a small laugh, “You’re quite pent up, huh?”
     He momentarily paused, his hands still gripping you, “You could say that, yes,” before you could respond, you felt him dig his fingers harder into you, “May I?”
     With a smile, you turned over your shoulder to him, “How cordial,” you softly laughed, “Go ahead, I’m all yours Vergil.”
     Once he let go of your butt, Vergil smirked slightly at the sight of you lifting your hips up a bit. He was almost tempted to skip prepping you but he bit his lip; he can’t have you getting hurt, he needs you to be available for him. After lubing up his fingers, he slowly slid the first digit inside. 
     Taking a deep breath, you did your best to relax into his hand. Vergil shifted so he could kiss you while continuing to stretch you. He placed several gentle pecks along your neck and your jaw, a rather loud purr coming from deep within his chest. 
     As he slid a second finger inside you, he heavily laid his head on the crook of your shoulder and began to give the area small heated kisses. You let out a small moan and turned towards him, kissing the top of his head. A smile tugged at your lips as you felt him let out a low happy sigh, his lips just barely hovering over your skin. 
     Another stifled moan came from you as he began to curl his fingers and return to kissing your neck, slightly nipping at it as he traveled along your neck and shoulder. 
     Quietly, as if afraid to speak, Vergil whispered between kisses, “I love you, my delicate little Lily.”
     With a soft laugh, you looked at him, “That’s new-- “Lily”..?”
     He chuckled, seemingly embarrassed, “Yes, I thought it appropriate. Do- do you not like it?” 
     “I don’t mind; just curious as to- ngh-” You groaned as you felt Vergil add a third finger.
     “As to what, my love?” A cocky smug smirk tugged at his lips.
     “Why did you th-think,” you closed your eyes and bit your lip, doing your best to hold back a moan, “to use it now?”
     Vergil hummed in thought for a moment, making sure to keep his lips close enough to your skin that you could feel his lips vibrate--sending a shiver through you, “Because you remind me of such…” He removed his fingers and leaned up, “You are so very fragile-- so very breakable; and yet,” a chill ran up your spine as you felt Vergil run his nails from your shoulder blades down to your hips, leaving a minor scratched trail down your body, “you allow me to taint your beauty --to toy with your naive innocent humanity….” 
     His hands rested on your ass momentarily, letting out a low sigh, before fully removing his hands. 
     With a gravelly sensual tone, he continued, “Do you want to know why I want you so badly, Dearest?”
     Hearing him shuffling around slightly, you nodded as a small amount of butterflies began to form in your gut.
     The blue devil laid down over you, getting as close to your ear as possible, “Because you are mine-- my human plaything; do you understand?”
     Against your lower back, you could feel his cock twitching and could feel how unbearably hot his skin had become. You swallowed hard, “I’m not sure I do.”
     Vergil placed his forehead between your shoulder blades. He used one hand to prop himself up and the other was around his dick, stroking it slightly, as he whispered, “You are bound to me; in both heart, soul, and body .”
     Without allowing you to respond, he prodded at your hole with his tip and slowly began to inch his way inside. A loud moan left your lips as you did your best to relax into him; feeling each bit of him that entered your body. 
     “You are my mate,” once fully seated inside you, he returned to your ear, “My one and only,” the blue devil kissed your ear, then gently bit and tugged at it, “for the rest of eternity.”
     He sat back up with hands now placed on both sides of your hips. In response you picked your ass up, creating a downward dog position. 
     It started slow and controlled. He’d only pull out an inch or two and very carefully push himself back in, not wanting to harm you. However, these gentle motions didn’t last very long. Vergil did try his best to control himself; biting his lip, gripping onto you (unintentionally bruising you yet again), et cetera, but it didn’t work. 
     Vergil pulled his dick out, leaving just the very tip of it inside you, and rammed into you. It was hard enough that you jolted forward and let out a moan that was somewhere between pleased and startled. He repeated this motion but picked up the pace with each jab. Soon enough, all that could be heard throughout the house was the sound of his balls hitting your skin and your moans of bliss. Vergil wrapped his hand around the front of your neck and pulled you upwards, bringing you into a kneeling position.
     Now using quick shorter thrusts he wrapped his arms around your middle, holding you flush against his body. A small amount of drool left the corner of your mouth as your vision became blurry, completely engulfed with the feeling of Vergil inside you. Mindlessly, you laid your head against the top of his shoulder which gave him plenty of room to bite and suck at your neck. One of your hands found its way to his hair, grabbing it tightly, and your other was neatly interwoven with a hand from your devilish lover. Your grip tightened on his hand as you moved your hips, doing your best to complement Vergil’s pattern. 
     This pose didn’t last very long. Vergil roughly shoved you back down and stood up, pulling out completely. Before you could question, you felt him harshly yank you over onto your back. Now facing upwards at the disheveled man, you got a proper view of him and you noticed several things that were just ever-so-slightly off. His teeth were much sharper and slightly thicker. A finite amount of scales had appeared on his cheekbones. The glowing icy blue eye color that you’d noticed earlier, was even more apparent and had heavily dilated pupils in the middle that were intensely trained on you. 
     You placed a hand on his cheek, very carefully thumbing over the black-blue scales. He leaned into your touch, his eyes closed tightly, and gave your palm a long kiss, momentarily staying with lips pressed against your hand. An unintentional confused 'huh?' left your lips at how hot his breath and mouth were, he was scorching; the hottest you’ve ever felt from him. Slowly, he opened his eyes and leaned back up. 
     The blue devil slid off the bed and pulled you to the edge then put his tip back inside only to slam as hard as possible into your hips. 
     “Fuck~ Vergil,” you arched your back and wrapped your legs around his hips.
     With a smirk, he repeated the action and created a pattern of extremely hard and moderately forceful thrusts that he switched between every four or five thrusts. Vergil looked down at you with a devilish smile, reveling in how undone he made you. Getting an insurmountable amount of arousing pleasure from the sounds of unintelligible gibberish moaning coming from you. The sight of your body being moved by just the force of his jabs. All he wanted to do was feel your insides even more, to reach as far as he could inside and claim every bit of you.
     He grabbed your legs and pulled them up, resting them on his shoulders. The feeling of sinful pride he had only increased as he heard you call his name and saw your hands grabbing the sheets tightly. He slowed his hips for a moment, still maintaining the force of each thrust but trying to prevent himself from making a mistake and Triggering.
     Vergil’s hands slid from your calves to your thighs, firmly kneading against your skin--his fingertips being imprinted into your skin with dark marks. A very distant dark part of him wanted to eat you, to bite your flesh --to mar it up --to cover you with his scent --to make sure you know exactly which devil you belong to. He licked his lips as he let out low heavy breaths from his partially opened mouth. Feeling his peak coming, he looked up at the ceiling as his thrusts became shorter and his pace picked up, moving faster than before.
     Typically, he wouldn’t finish this fast but he couldn’t help himself. All he’s wanted to do for nearly a week is just fill your insides, and he was going to do just that. Vergil shifted slightly, making sure to hit your prostate with each gyration. 
     He let out a loud growling moan, cumming inside you. Only a few moments later did you call out with a sharp moan as you felt an intense orgasm ripping through your body.
     Slowly, Vergil rode out both your orgasms. Gently, he removed your legs from his shoulders and pulled out of your body. You gazed into space for a moment before leaning up slightly to see Vergil, confused as to why he hadn’t said anything.
     You audibly swallowed as you stared at him, “Y-you’re that pent up, huh?”
     Vergil shamefully met your eyes. He was still hard and had scales on several other spots on his body. The thoughts of allowing himself to cut loose, to show you his inner urges without a filter made him both unfathomably terrified and overwhelmingly aroused. This was bad and he knew it, and seeing you so blissfully unaware of the danger you were in only tempted him further.
     “Vergil,” you sat up fully a small grunt leaving your lips at the dull pain from being slammed so hard, “You alright?”
     His lips thinned as he furrowed his brow, avoiding your gaze once more, “I am fine; however, I…” He paused, unable to finish his sentence.
     “We could try it out, you know,” you gave him a meek smile as his eyes flicked to yours.
     He shook his head ‘no’, “I can’t risk hurting you for something so trivial.”
     “This is obviously not ‘trivial’. You never have this issue-- not to mention how different you’ve been acting,” you reached out to grab one of his hands, “What’s wrong, Vergil? You can tell me; I promise I won’t judge or get upset.”
     The blue devil intently watched as you ran your thumb over his knuckles, “Fine…” He moved to sit beside you on the bed, staring straight ahead, “You know what an animal in “rut” means, correct?”
     You nodded, “Yeah,” your eyes thinned as you slowly turned to him, “Vergil, you don’t mean--?”
     “I should’ve told you before we…” he sighed with his shoulders tensing, “Because you and I became intimately involved, I now will go through this every spring,” he looked over to you, momentarily locking with your stare, “and you are the only one that can give me… relief .”
     With a slow nod and deep breath, your eyes flicked between his hard-on and his gaze, “Guess I didn’t provide enough “relief”, huh?”
     He gave you a small smile, “I’m afraid it’s not something that will be able to be soothed with only a round or two or even three, my love.”
     You moved your jaw in thought and stood up. Sighing softly, you moved Vergil’s arms off to his sides and sat on his lap. You placed one hand on his chest and used the other to push a strand of hair out of his eyes, resting the hand on his cheek afterward. A loud purring emanated from his chest, vibrating your fingers, as you stared softly into his icy-blue eyes, “I love you so much Vergil; you know that?”
     The blue devil smiled, “I do,” he leaned closer to you, placing his forehead against yours, speaking in a breathy whisper; his breath ghosting along your lips, “I love you as well; more than words could ever describe.”
     The two of you connected lips and the hand that was on Vergil’s chest slid up to his face; allowing you to cup it between your hands. Vergil took his hands and ran them down your sides and then settled to hold your lower back as he continued to give you sloppy sweet kisses, gently pushing his mouth against you. 
     Cautiously, Vergil bit at your lips to ask for permission to enter your mouth; which you accepted. He let out an unintentional elated moan at the feeling of your tongue with his. His fingertips dug into your skin, pressing and kneading against you in excitement. With a lustful aggressiveness, Vergil pushed you onto your back--down onto the floor of the bedroom. 
     Making sure to maintain the kiss, Vergil shifted the both of you around so he could line himself up with your hole. Slowly, he slid back inside and devoured each of the divine noises that you made in response. That thought made him growl slightly; he wants to defile you over and over, to hold you for as long as you will allow him to. 
     Only once he was fully within you did he break off the kiss and allow you to take a deep breath. He held himself up with his arms, looking down at your breathless form. A prideful smug smile tugged at his lips as he began to move slightly, grinding himself into you. It didn't take long for him to reach a moderate pace. You reached up and ran your hands along his body, feeling each divot, each curve, each soft and hard surface; taking notes to yourself as if you hadn’t ever been allowed to touch him before. His heart was pounding so fast that you could feel it no matter where your hands were.  
     The blue devil’s mind was reeling. He was so engrossed in how good you feel that he hadn’t noticed how hard he was slamming into you, pushing you along the floor with each pass of his hips. His growling had returned, albeit tenfold louder and a great deal more animalistic; completely replacing his moans. 
     Although you know Vergil has issues with you touching his back, you were too immersed in the moment and wrapped your arms around him. One of your hands found its way to the back of Vergil’s head, threading your fingers tightly into his hair. You did your best to try and wrap your legs around him too; hoping to prevent him from shoving you along the floor any further. 
     He did stop for a moment, only to take the opportunity to pick you up and slam you against one of the walls of the room; knocking several things from their hanging spots. A sharp moan left your lips as you felt his nails aggressively dig into the sides of your thighs. Vergil placed his mouth at the crook of your shoulder and nipped at the skin, leaving various marks. 
     You let out a slight hiss as he got a little too close to one of the deeper marks from earlier; in a way to seemingly apologize, he gently licked at your neck. He then leaned back and looked at you for a moment, letting out a set of shaky breaths. Vergil connected lips with you as you slid both hands into his hair; grabbing fistfuls of the silky white strands. His kisses were aggressive, pushing your head against the wall. Your body tensed, legs tightening around him, you were getting close--and so was he. 
     Quick jack-rabbit thrusts replaced his previous tempo. His wandering grip continued as he slammed your hips down into his, moving your body in a harsh rhythm with his. The two of you parted lips allowing you to throw your head back--at least the best you could being against a wall--and Vergil placed kisses on your windpipe. 
     The blue devil placed his head on your shoulder as he focused on fucking you. It didn’t take long for him to reach nirvana, spilling himself inside you with a low sustained frustrated growl. You reached your peak as well; cumming with a low grunt and gentle groan of Vergil’s name. 
     He ground against you and let out gentle shuddering breaths against your neck, giving you slight goosebumps. Without removing himself, he carried you back over to the bed and laid you down. Propped upwards using his hands, he stared down at you. Vergil was breathing heavily with a hung-open mouth and had a layer of sweat on his brow. More scales had appeared and his stare was oddly blank, as if he were lost in deep thought. You watched as he used his tongue to play with one of his canines and his brow twitched into a slightly agitated state. 
     “Vergil?” You weakly grabbed one of his biceps, giving it a light squeeze, “Is everything okay?”
     A set of quick blinks brought his eyes back into focus, accompanied by a shake of his head, “Yes, I am alright--sorry.”
     After a pause, he leaned up and gradually removed himself. A shiver ran up your spine at the feeling and you stared up at the ceiling for a moment before tilting up to look at the blue devil. 
     “Oh…” You gave him a dumbfounded stare. He was still hard, cock twitching at your surprise.
     Once you looked up at Vergil’s face, you saw that he had crossed his arms with one hand over his face; mortified and ashamed of what was happening. 
     With an awkward laugh, you took a deep breath, “So, how many rounds do you need, again?”
     Vergil’s eyes slowly met with yours as he shook his head, whispering, “I’m… unsure.”
     You scrunched your mouth to the side, “What about trying to use your “Trigger”? You seem even worse off than earlier, Vergil.”
     He removed his hand from his face and shot you a stern glance, “No, I can’t risk hurting you--”
     “Vergil, if you keep this up, you will hurt me,” you grunted in slight pain as you sat up fully, “I can only take so much,” you laughed slightly, placing a hand on the back of your neck, “Especially with how rough you’re being.”
     The blue devil thought for a moment, his tongue playing with his teeth. A part of him knew you were right, that if this continued there was a very high chance he would hurt you, and he really loved the idea of allowing himself to let go--to show you what he could really do. Still, the sheer amount of uncontrollable possibilities kept him hesitant. 
     What if you don’t like it and he’s too far gone to stop?
     What if he manhandles you too hard and breaks something--either something in the room or, more importantly, you? 
     What if he hit you against the wall or floor too hard and hurt you? 
     What if he bit you and couldn’t stop himself from sinking his teeth in too far?
      What if you died because of him and his stupid demonic instincts?
     “Vergil..?” 
     He flinched at your sudden closeness. You’d gotten up and were standing in front of him, concerned that he was standing silently for so long. With one hand on his bicep and the other cupping his face, you made small circles with your thumbs. His eyes fluttered shut and he leaned towards you, placing his forehead against yours.
     The two of you shared a very sweet and emotionally soft kiss, drawing it out for quite some time. 
     With lips just above his, you quietly pleaded, “You can do whatever you need to, Vergil; it’ll be okay.”
     Vergil swallowed hard. With one final squeeze of his arm, you let go of him. His eyes flicked all over your body as he gave it one final thought. Taking a deep breath, he nodded; he had to try it. 
     All he could hear was the loud pounding of his heart as he allowed himself to Trigger. Soft cornflower blue light filled the space. You smiled at the sight before you. It wasn’t very often you got to see Vergil use either of his Devil Triggers; his normal Trigger being a much rarer sight.
     Under his breath, he let out a soft chuckle at your doting stare. Although he’s never told you, he finds it amusing that you’re so enamored with his devilish forms. He unfurled his wings from his sides and mindlessly stretched them outwards before bringing them back in close to his body. Pride pricked at his heart as he saw your expression of such a trivial act.
     Cautiously, you approached him and reached out to touch his chest. This was the first time Vergil had allowed you to be anywhere near him while in a non-human state. His scales were hot to the touch, but not painfully more along the lines of freshly dried linen or hot asphalt. Through your fingers, you could feel a low rumble coming from within his chest.
     With a slight shake, Vergil placed a hand over yours and locked eyes with you. Uneven breaths left his lips as he waited for you to say something-- anything. 
     You smiled softly and inched closer, placing your head on his chest, “You are so beautiful, you know that?”
     A noise somewhere between a scoff and a laugh left his nose, “That’s not what one should say when face-to-face with a devil.” Vergil wrapped his arms loosely around you. 
     “I’m not just face-to-face with “ a devil”,” you smiled wider and looked up at him, “I’m face-to-face with m-my…” you stumbled over your words as an embarrassed shade spread across your face, your confidence quickly dissipating.
     “Your what?” He tilted his head in curiosity, wanting nothing more than to hear you say it.
     With a voice no louder than a whisper you looked away from his eyes, “with my mate.”
     He stared with parted lips before giving a small smile, “How strange to hear you say that,” Vergil leaned down to you, whispering, “Are you sure this is alright?”
     Without answering, you connected your lips to his. Your hands slid up to the base of his neck on either side, gently scraping your nails on his scales as you went along. His arms tightened to pull you closer, placing one at the small of your back and the other on your ass. Slow careful kisses turned to sloppy impassioned French kisses. Vergil's tongue desperately felt the inside of your mouth, now being able to reach even further inside. You let out a surprised grunt at the feeling but were quickly distracted by a harsh groping motion against your ass. 
     Once you broke apart, the two of you stood staring at one another. Curious as to what he’d do, you ran your hands slowly down his torso. The heat coming from his body was unbelievable but his lower abdomen was tenfold worse. Distantly you found yourself worried if his cock would be too hot for your body to take in. As your fingers worked their way down, you took note of the texture changes between his chest, stomach, and the bright blue V that pointed to where you were headed. 
     Gently, you rubbed your fingertips up and down the glowing area, earning a stifled groan from Vergil. Curiously enough, you were expecting the area to feel akin to the rest of his scales--hard and rough--but were greeted by a warm velvety silk feeling. As you kneaded against him, he pulled you into another set of passionate kisses. The hand from your lower back traveled up your spine and braced the back of your neck, pulling you as close to him as possible. 
     Mindlessly, he leaned forward and dipped you back slightly. He broke from your mouth and kissed the corner of your mouth. Bit by bit, he kissed along your jawline, to your neck, and finally your throat. All the while, your fingers continued to their original destination. Carefully, you teased the area around his still-hidden cock and lightly ran your middle finger along his slit. Vergil’s breath hitched and he stopped his kisses, his breath washing over your skin. 
     A sultry smirk tugged at your mouth as you felt his tip begin to emerge. Vergil’s wings uncontrollably flexed outwards at the odd feeling, much to the blue devil’s surprise--and slight dismay. He’d never thought about trying anything even remotely sexual while like this, so the feeling of your fingers kneading against him made him feel as if he were a virgin again; feeling overwhelmed by nothing but the slightest of your touches. 
     You slowly ran his tip between your fore and middle fingers, feeling pre-cum dripping onto your digits. His cock was pleasantly warmer than normal, eliciting a small groan from you as you thought about him being inside you. The cum that decorated your fingers was also hotter than normal and seemed to be much thicker. The blue devil took a deep breath and shifted slightly, his wings curling around the two of you. In an almost painfully slow motion, Vergil ran his tongue along your neck, small papillae scrapping the sensitive area. He let out a shaky breath as you stroked along the sheath where his cock was, making his cock appear much faster than intended. 
     Before you managed to have him fully out, Vergil picked you up and placed you onto the mattress. He placed both his hands beside either side of your head, still standing, and his wings outstretched behind him. You stared up at him as a small shiver ran up your spine at the sight. Vergil’s eyes were dilated heavily and were fixated on yours. A part of you knows you should be afraid or at least apprehensive about what is happening, but you couldn’t be bothered; you were much too invested in the moment. 
     A wicked grin adorned his face, teeth on full display,  “You really want me, don’t you?”
     “And if I do?”
     “Hmph,” the blue devil leaned back up and pulled your hips to the edge of the bed. 
     With slow long pumps, he touched himself to the sight of you. However, when you tried to lean up to see, he quickly pushed you flat. 
     “Did I tell you to move?” His voice was utterly layered with an overwhelming dominance.
     Your gut churned and twisted as you waited with bated breath for him to ram your body, except, the blue devil knew he had to be careful with you. Although it was seen as a dominating move, Vergil laying you back was done to keep you calm. If you’d seen him fully erect, you would’ve tensed up tenfold worse and this would’ve been much more difficult than it already will be. 
     He grabbed the lube from the nearby table and coated his cock. Whatever excess was on his hand, he very carefully put it at your entrance--making sure his claws didn’t knick you. After a small debate, he dragged you a bit closer and put your ankles on his shoulders, aligning himself with your hole. 
     “Relax,” he placed a hand on your stomach, skin dipping down slightly from the tips of his claws, “Just focus on your breathing.”
     You pursed your lips and stared mindlessly at the ceiling, doing just as he said and taking deep calm breaths, trying to keep yourself from tensing. 
     Vergil pushed his tip in, earning a gasp and deep grunting moan from you. Bit by bit, he continued to push inside, doing his best to fight the urge to slam against you. You were gripping the bed, pulling on the already decimated sheets. The size of Vergil’s cock normally is something that would make most men green with envy but the size he was working with now was nothing short of “porn star” material. 
     His hand that was on your gut slid up to your chest as he leaned down into you, causing him to push inside quicker than intended. Doing his best to not cut you with his claws, Vergil groped at your pecs and lightly kneaded against you. Low in his chest, he was emitting a purr that was intense enough that you could feel it through his hand. 
     After what seemed like an eternity, he was fully seated within you. Heavy deep lust laden breaths left your agape lips as the blue devil closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling of your innards snuggly squeezing around him. Vergil could feel your rapid heartbeat and could practically taste your arousal; being able to smell human pheromones just like a human can a fresh baked bread, sometimes being strong enough to give a taste to the air. It made his body ache, giving him a strong sense of pride to know that you were just as madly into him as he is you.
     You placed a hand atop the charcoal-grey scaled hand on your chest, “Vergil…”
     The two of you locked eyes and Vergil leaned down to you. Gently, he kissed you. It was a physical manifestation of a promise; a promise that he will take good care of you.     The black and blue scaled devil tilted back upright, his fingers lightly clawing up your middle sliding to rest on each side of your hips. With slow careful--almost fearful--motion, he began to test what you thought of his devilish body. A string of low groans left your lips as you closed your eyes, focusing on the feeling of his cock. Your chest was moving in an almost exaggerated manner as Vergil slowly ramped things up. The unhurried nature of his movements allowed you to feel each rib of his cock, feeling every time one would leave and re-enter your aching hole. 
     In an elongated teasing manner, Vergil removed himself out to his tip and pushed back in--making sure you felt every bit of him and savored him. He closed his eyes, doing his best to keep a level head as he intently listened to the breathy moans leaving your lips. 
     Once more, he removed himself out to the tip; this time, however, he slammed back inside. A sharp mixed noise of a grunt, moan, and gasp came from you. His eyes opened as he repeated the action; making sure to remove himself slower than before and return twice as hard. 
     Your back arched at his actions, eyes focused on the ceiling above you. When you looked back at Vergil, his eyes were trained on yours with an unplaceable emotion hidden behind his gaze. His emotion became clear when he harshly pulled out and slammed his hips against you; no longer feeling the need to hold back. 
     With each thrust, you were pushed up on the bed and his hands would yank you back down to meet the brutal bucking of his hips. All that could be heard was the sound of his hips hitting yours and the wet squelching from the previous rounds and copious amounts of lube in your ass. Concentrating on your expression, Vergil failed to notice that his claws had sunk into your skin which anchored his grip into you. Leaning down, he placed his face in the crook of your shoulder; kissing you carefully. 
     After a moment, he leaned back up slightly to place his nose beside yours. You placed a hand on his cheek, thumbing over the leathery skin. Your pinkie mindlessly ran along the silver spikes that formed a beard of sorts at his jawline, curious as to what it felt like. He leaned into your touch and, despite him still jackhammering away, he felt a warm sweet feeling at your overly gentle treatment of him. 
     “Grab onto me,” Vergil whispered, his voice thick with lust and uncharacteristically gruff. 
     You did as he asked, wrapping your hands around the backside of his neck. Vergil picked you up and wrapped his wings around you, pushing you tightly against him. A small hiss slipped through your lips at the feeling of your dick rubbing against Vergil’s torso. It didn’t hurt per se but it was extremely overwhelming. Your nails dug into his scales, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. 
     Seeming to notice your distress, the blue devil began to lightly lick and nip at your neck and throat. He took a long deep inhale of your scent, pressing his chest against yours, desiring to get closer to you than possible. As he exhaled, you felt his hot breath wash over you and tickle at your skin causing you to let out a restrained laugh. 
     With a hum, Vergil slowed slightly and took a moment to enjoy the closeness of your bodies. The feeling of your soft human skin against his scales made his gut twist. A distant hidden part of him felt an odd arousal from the idea of how fragile you were--how he could crush you instantly if he wanted; completely contradicting his main anxious mindset.
     Moving your hand to his chest, you pushed him away, confusing Vergil for a moment, before you cupped his face and pulled him into a kiss. Lazy sloppy kisses caused him to let out a small moan, which intensified at the feeling of you repeatedly biting at his lower lip. His thrusts switched to a moderate pace as his fingertips kneaded against you. As you pulled away, he let out a disappointed huff, which was quickly replaced with a dark low gravely moan. 
     Despite not being able to break his hide, you leaned down and bit his neck; at a somewhat odd angle because of the horns that wrapped around to the front of his head. It is rare for Vergil to allow you to bite him, however, feeling you claim him--just as he did you--made his body ache. After a moment, you stopped and placed a soft kiss against him. You repeated the action on the other side of his neck, Once done, you trailed kisses along his neck to his throat and placed an elongated kiss against his Adam’s apple. Vergil let out a small grunt at the feeling and, when you tilted back, you were met with heavy half-lidded eyes. 
     The blue devil nudged you to expose your neck and placed his face in the crook of your shoulder, breathing heavily, “I love you.”
     Without allowing you to respond, he pushed your hips downwards and fucked into you as quickly as possible. A loud groan left your lips at the inhuman speed of Vergil’s cock and you grasped at whatever you could, causing Vergil to let out a surprised huffed moan at your unexpectedly rough touches. His claws left the new loving craters in your thighs and slid to your ass, pulling you apart. 
     Before you could question, your eyes went wide. The blue devil pushed his knot inside you, somewhat forcefully, as he let out a thunderous semi-whiney shaky moan. Once buried into you, his hands returned to your hips and his claws to the same holes as before. 
     You let out a whimpering moan as you hit another peak, feeling his cum gush inside you. He hadn’t disclosed anything about a knot or that he was going to use it inside you, but you weren’t complaining. It felt as if he’d been pent up for a year with how quickly and how much was being released. 
     It was both a painful and heavenly experience.
     All the while, Vergil could only continue to repeat your name and whisper how much he loves you; almost as if he were begging for you to say it back, as if you weren’t already committed to him. With a soft kiss against his horn closest to your mouth, you whispered, “I love you,” which caused him to grind against you, attempting to further spear you than he had already.
     Unsure what to do now you were stuck together, Vergil laid you back down and laid atop you. His wings were stretched out flat and his forearms were wrapped around your torso, across your shoulder blades. With his face directly down onto your chest, his eyes fluttered shut and he purred loudly. Although you wanted nothing to do but lie still, curiosity got the better of you, and you ran a hand along his horns which made him purr tenfold louder. 
     Admittedly, Vergil wanted to stay as you were, interlocked and him pinning you down; but he also wanted to patch you up. You could feel how fast his heart was beating; whether it was from fucking, cumming, or nerves was anyone’s guess. All you could do was lay there and take it while listening to his breathing and purring. The two of you stayed interwoven for nearly ten minutes, Vergil shifting several times in an attempt to remove himself. 
     Finally, he stopped twitching. He stood back up and carefully slid out which was accompanied by an audible pop and your hips quivering. Vergil’s chest heaved as he de-triggered. Beyond tired, he returned to the same position as before and laid against your chest.
     “Vergil?” Your voice was raspy and very overtly worn out.
     Without moving, he spoke against your skin, “Yes, my love?”
     You placed a hand in his hair, running your fingers through the utterly disheveled white strands, “How do you feel?”
     He quietly laughed, “I am calm, for now; if that is what you are asking.”
     With a heavy exhale you hummed a sound of relief.
     “How are you feeling?”
     “Want me to be honest?”
     “Mhm.”
     “Like I was just in a category five hurricane.”
     “I’m sorry,” he placed a kiss against your breastbone, “Is there anything I can do to make up for it?”
     Lightly, you ran your fingers down his neck to his shoulder blades, sliding up his arm, “Help me get into the bath?”
     Vergil smiled, “Of course, my dear,” he shifted upwards and placed a kiss against your lips, “Anything for my mate.”
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ENDING NOTES: Originally I had planned to also have Sin Trigger sex in this but I thought that would be a bit too much to digest from one story; plus “Bed of the Blue Devil” is entirely based on that aspect.  Also between the teaser from yesterday (early this morning) and now; I found out that I have the ‘rona so… Life is really great--it’s just one thing after another, I finally wanna write and do stuff but now I’m exhausted and feel like someone beat my skull in with a sledgehammer  🦢💧🦢 Poem Quoted: “Love’s Philosophy” Percy Bysshe Shelley
If you like this please consider checking this on my AO3. There are extra chapters and my H/Cs over there, so please consider checking them out! Comments, Likes/Kudos, and shares are always appreciated! Thanks so much for reading!! :)))
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'Ello luv, it's been a while since I saw someone writing for DMC ugh, miss when dmc(5) was trending... What a good time!
I don't know if your requests are open or not, but catch up with me!! Our pretty girls and boys with a vampire!reader! Or or— A WITCH! BOTH
Like, you choose if it's a bunch of headcanons, blurbs, a full one shot with a character or not, I just really want to see it!
Well, obviously if you can do it honey, if you can't it's fine <3
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dmc crew dating a vampire 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪
devil may cry x reader
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this was actually my first request on this blog!! i don’t know why i put it off for so long bc it’s literally so cool?? i ended up just doing a vampire instead of witch/vampire witch so i hope you guys enjoy considering my phone crashed trying to copy n paste this from my notes to tumblr 💋
┊ ˚➶ warnings 。˚ 🎼
blood (but in the vampire way ykyk), fangs and mentions of sharp teeth, intended lowercase, kinda spoilers for dmc5 in v’s,
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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓓ANTE — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪
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❥ you are literally so hot in DANTE’s eyes, you could honestly do no wrong.
❥ i think you guys already know what i’m gonna say..
❥ if you feed on blood or need it for some sort of sustenance, dante will gladly volunteer. he thinks it’s the hottest thing ever.
❥ although, i’m not sure if vampires much like demon blood..
❥ eh, oh well. dante will still think it’s attractive, especially if you have fangs or some sort of sharper canines.
❥ only downside to being a vampire and dating dante is that you’ll occasionally hear a super bad transylvanian accent. like.. really bad.
❥ but!! if you’re also a demon hunter like him— and you have some cool freaky powers like draining blood or energy from empusas or really just any ability that’s useful, it’s heart eyes all around from him.
❥ you could be covered in blood or feasting on something and then you’ll spot dante in the corner wielding devil sword dante after defeating like seventy fuckin other demons and he’s just.. mesmerized.
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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓥ERGIL — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪
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❥ VERGIL’s much more curious about your species. do you have any weaknesses? are the fictionalized versions of your kind portrayed accurately? what are you exactly?
❥ luckily he’s a lot more quiet about his curiosity compared to, maybe— nico. his staring is intimidating, though. when he sits with you or near you, he’ll usually just study you. maybe it looks like he’s judging but he’s really just analyzing your appearance. especially if you have any distinctive features.
❥ if you have that dark ruddy aesthetic, he’ll likely admire from afar even if red isn’t exactly his favorite color.
❥ if you really needed it, he’d let you feed off of him although it’s definitely not his first choice. he’s not really a fan of being bitten, especially if you need to bite his neck or something like that.
❥ probably finds some esoteric artistic poem or painting with an underlying meaning of having to do with vampires and thinks of you every time he looks at it.
❥ his gothic poetic side is showing
❥ ugh i just wanna kiss his scowl so bad but i also wanna punch him.
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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓝ERO — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪
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❥ nero literally thinks it’s so cool.
❥ he might be a little wary once he first meets you? like are you gonna tackle him rn and sacrifice him with your own lil blood ritual?
❥ but once he finds out you’re docile or that you pick and choose on whom you feed on, he’s like, “oh okay that’s cool”
❥ probably like dante where the only version he knows of vampires are the hollywood adaptations of them. so like.. he’s confused if you can go into sunlight? or you can eat certain foods? or if you can go near churches??
❥ he, too, thinks you’re super hot. however!! very iffy about you drinking blood or feeding in front of him. not like it grosses him out but it’s kinda.. weird to watch for him?? idk.
❥ another thing is that he doesn’t want you biting him at all. he’s like vergil where he’ll be baffled if you even ask, except he’s super hesitant to offer himself unless you’re super injured and in dire need of it.
❥ just step on him to shut him up atp
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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓥 — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪
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❥ V’s goth ass won’t shut up about how divine your species is and how fascinating he finds you.
❥ curious on your feeding habits and what you essentially need to survive, tries to find any and every book that he can about vampires so he can learn about you even more.
❥ he’s like those people who romanticize the 1800s or the salem witch trials or greece or ethel cain or lana del rey while kicking their feet and posting about it. he will find a way to make the situation poetic, trust me.
❥ finds it amusing if you’re annoyed by griffon’s teasing and threaten to eat him first if you were to ever go rogue, you might even be able to get a close mouthed chuckle out of v.
❥ utterly fascinated by just your very being, even if it’s just mundane traits. especially loves to see your fangs, dunno why but they’re just aesthetically pleasing to him.
❥ considering he’s kinda like a deteriorating human that’s basically turning into a husk, i wouldn’t recommend feeding on him unless you plan to kill him—which who would wanna murder our emo bae right here? (capcom)
❥ the type of person to roll his eyes at false folklore and representation because he’s literally in love with an actual vampire?? how dare they portray you like this??
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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓛ADY — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪
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❥ LADY also finds you super hot!!
❥ also interested because she’s probably never seen a vampire outside of media— so it’s a nice change of pace rather than being face to face with demons all day.
❥ despite all this, after the initial introduction, i’m not sure she’d care too hard? like— sure, you’re considered a supernatural being and all that.
❥ and although she thinks it’s super dope, i feel like it wouldn’t matter as much to her. she’s seen and done a lot of things at such a young age, i feel as though she’s almost desensitized?
❥ she’s so badass she can’t even care. she’s literally respected by dante, whom is titled ‘the legendary devil hunter’. (dmc5 did her dirty with her lack of part in the storyline 💔)
❥ she’ll respect any of your needs, and ngl also thinks you biting into her neck is hot.
❥ kinda surprised that you’re able to go out into sunlight even if she’ll never tell you that 😭
。゚•┈୨♡୧┈ 。゚
. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓣RISH — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪
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❥ another one who doesn’t care that much. it’s not like TRISH is dismissive of your species and where you come from, but she’s literally a full on demon who’s probably seen everything.
❥ you guys r so hot though, like the ultimate power couple.
❥ oh, and if you’re a devil hunter, too? you guys r gonna kick sm ass together. she’ll invite you to roll around with her for a while rather than with dante, although if you’re associated with devil may cry then that’s fine too. she’ll put up with dante’s ass just to visit you more often.
❥ i don’t recommend feeding off of trish?
❥ idk how vampires take to drinking demon blood
❥ but shit, if you have that red aesthetic and are just a total femme fatale (or other gender equivalent to that), trish is in charge of your outfits now.
❥ don’t even fight it, you will end up in the outfit regardless.
。゚•┈୨♡୧┈ 。゚
. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓝ICO — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪
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❥ oh boy
❥ if you’re lucky enough to survive the first meeting with NICO and you end up actually being in a relationship? you are def a trooper.
❥ when you’re first introduced, she bombards you with questions.
❥ where did you come from? do you have powers? are you like a demon and are there more of you? if so, can she harvest parts for a new bio-weapon? do vampires reproduce the same as humans? are you gonna suck her blood??
❥ she’s just a curious lady cut my girl some slack
❥ she thinks you’re so cool though!! wants you to tell her everything you know about vampires so she can log it. even if you’ve been in a long term relationship, she still can’t help but ask more questions.
❥ but!! as cool and hot as she thinks you are— like nero, she does not wanna see you feed and does not wanna be fed on!! (except.. maybe just one time to see how it feels.)
❥ ugh she just loves you sm please indulge her
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issacballsac · 8 months
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“Being Best-friends with Dante Sparda„
Being a son of Sparda doesn’t mean he doesn’t have time to fool around with you ! Gender neutral human reader
Teenage Years | DMC3
Being the massive flirt he is he’ll most likely try and flirt with you upon meeting
Seeing as his twin brother is currently trying to kill him and take his necklace he’ll keep your first conversation short and leave you with his number
After literal Hell on Earth he’ll remember to give you a call
Y’all click instantly…he’s also just a really easy person to get along with but we’ll just ignore that
Now we all know he STAYS broke so either you pay for a meal or y’all are taking a walk in the park somewhere
Getting him to actually talk about himself is pretty difficult
Give him space and he’ll open up about deeper things in his life eventually especially things that concern his demon half(brother, childhood, etc.)
He does enjoy throwing compliments everywhere so expect daily words of praise whether it be sarcastic, goofy, exaggerated, or sincere praise
If you like to compliment as well it’ll be like the most sickening bromance ever
If your still in school DO NOT go to him for homework help
He’ll hype you up for sure but if you need genuine academic help just get a tutor💀
Would be genuinely upset if you made a joke regarding his white hair bro would get hella moody and claim you aren’t friends anymore
If you have a part time job you can BET he’s gonna ask for some bread
Not exactly outright but he’ll allude to it like..
“You remember all the damage those demon guys did to my shop? Yeah…it’s gonna cost A TON to repair it by myself…”
“Are you hungry? Well I heard about this new pizza spot that WE should totally tryout 😁.”
If you like to make clothes/jewelry/accessories he’ll totally wear it
Refuses to let you mess with his hair until like two years into knowing each other
Takes pride in his looks and you should too! Self care! Ofc you’re paying for any and all expenses🫶
Glorified sugar daddy😭
If you live with your parents…so does he
Congratulations you have a new brother 🩰
If you don’t he’ll offer to be roommates so he can get a cheaper rent
You’ll definitely meet Lady she is absolutely appalled at how you tolerate him constantly sarcastically ofc she knows he’s a good guy
If you’re into video games he’ll play with you granted he doesn’t have the money to pay for a game console so it’ll be on whatever console you have
Once he’s in your life he’s never leaving literally.
A best-friend for a lifetime
Adult Years
He probably saved you from some demons
Like if you met him in his teenage year he’d def start flirting
What can I say he stays true to himself
His personality would never change regardless of his aging
Still the same wacky woohoo pizza man we know and love
Thinks you look hot and invites you on a date which quickly just turns into a hangout after the LACK of romance
Still finds hanging with you to be fun and keeps a friendship
Even after establishing a friendship he still flirts here and there—force of habit
Would definitely teach you how to ride a motorcycle if you didn’t already know
More willing to let you mess with his hair
Like put it in pigtails or tie it up/braid it
Introduced you to the whole DMC gang
Now depending on the time period he’ll tell you about Vergil and his upbringing
He would totally tell you all about it after the events of DMC5 after he returns ofc!
I feel like he’s an animal guy so if you have any pets they’re now his pets too
Co-parenting core🩰
If you’re an artist he’ll be your muse/reference material any day
Loves the attention
Drunk dance nights
Karaoke too he doesn’t have the best singing voice but it’s not the worst
Since he’s a devil hunter he goes on missions a lot and seeing as you don’t want to get your shit rocked you stay behind
Cherishes every moment spent together and will make sure you know that
You always take him with you on vacations
How could you not???
He appreciates if you chip in helping him pay off his MASSIVE FUCKING DEBT
He doesn’t expect you to though
Despite being broke he stays stylish and if you asked would help you with fashion
Ofc he isn’t like BIG on fashion but cmon have you seen his looks? He dabbles
Immediately sees you after missions and starts ranting about the entire thing
“Can you believe it?! So obviously I shot that nasty bitch and it had the nerve to explode all over my jacket! It died so I can’t even get it to pay for a new one!”
“Don’t worry about why I smell like this worry about the fact that Trish totally took MY commission!”
Very dramatic but laid back too if that makes sense
Calls you cheesy nicknames that I will not elaborate on use your imagination 🗣️🫶
Enjoys live music and will go with you to concerts if you like
Shows you his demon form if you’re interested
Whatever your hobby is he’ll be interested
Would make sure nothing ever bad happened to you regarding devils ofc
Best bros for life and in death🫡
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stashoflostsouls · 1 month
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For today's dmc week 2024 it's gonna be something a bit different, namely a fun little speculation/analysis. The prompt being: Underappreciated Character
When I first heard about this prompt I was pretty quickly set on doing something for a character never truly mentioned in the mainline of the games, but who I think still deserves some time in the spotlight as well. This being Beryl.
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Some of you will know that Beryl is a female devil hunter introduced in the questionably canon dmc2 novel (though even if it has some trouble fitting in with the current canon it's still a fun read), who hasn't really shown up since in the franchise. A very very limited appearance in comparison to a lot of other characters.
But there's still enough for me to want to talk about her! Light spoilers for the book below!
In the novel we find out that she specifically became a devil hunter to track down a demonic object that had caused her father's death and also scarred her for life: the Beastheads.
This hunt seems to have gone on for a while before she runs into Dante, enough for her to have grown quite skilled, as well as gather a bit of a reputation. She possesses her own special rifle and wears armored clothes to help her in her quest. Something that does set her apart from the other human female hunter we know and love, Lady.
At the end of the novel (after a lot of other happenings, it's quite a wild ride) she finally achieves her goal of destroying the Beastheads with Dante’s help, and as thanks she gifts him her rifle and disappears off into the night. In the epilog - which takes place several months after - Dante reveals that he hasn't heard anything new from her since, making him muse that she might have really stopped partaking in the hunting business. And with that the novel closes, leading up right into the plot of dmc2.
Since then there's been nothing really new in regards to Beryl, even in the dmc5 novel she isn't mentioned at all and that book contains so many callbacks. Maybe she really did stop being a devil hunter, something which I find quite amazing. Beryl really went in, got the job done and then kissed goodbye to a line of work that is quite dangerous, to go about her own ways. If we look at our usual cast we can see how special that course of action is, after all, most of everyone we know is kept embroiled in the demon world one way or the other.
But it does open up some room for speculation as to what Beryl's doing now. The only other slightly obscure hint we get of her is found in the dmc5 game during Mission 08. Here when Nero uses the phonebooth to call Nico he finds a magazine which he subsequently uses to take a quick nap, and the name on top of the cover is quite familiar.
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Could just be a coincidence, could just be Capcom giving us a cheeky little Easter Egg, but it's at least something. If we take it at face value and say that it does have a connection to the Beryl we know, it could lead us to the conclusion that after the entire Beastheads business was done, she went on to create her own magazine.
Very interesting job switch there, from hunting and killing demons to publishing glamoured pages. But it does make sense in a way, since while hunting demons and searching for the Beastheads Beryl must have developed quite the skills in finding information and tracking interesting individuals/happenings down. If one were to leave the hunting business it wouldn't be too farfetched to say that they could work as a journalist/reporter, especially since they're a bit better informed than most on the truth of the world. And sure, I would think that like certain figures in leading positions, may they be in the government or the underworld (as seen in the anime and novels), normal reporters also are primed to find out about demons really existing, but Beryl would still have an edge in understanding over most of them. After all, she was in the thick of it. Maybe it was that edge that helped her go from reporting to creating her own magazine, even if it only contains things pertaining to the mundane. Or maybe it was something else. Fact is, there's a magazine with her name now.
If we do take this as something to build on, we could also speculate that her magazine maybe employs some other ex-hunters for their skills (investigations, photos, writing etc.), since that's where she's had most of her connections to begin with. Also, she knows exactly what these people are trying to do. Them having been involved in the darker side of the world just like her, and now taking active steps back into the light after deeming it enough.
And sure, once a truth is known it's rarely forgotten, but working on a magazine would give them something calmer and safer to focus on and make some money with, in comparison to what they did previously.
Should they during their investigations come across something more sinister, they at least know how to deal with it or who to inform to properly take care of it. Which of course includes our favorite red clad demon hunter and his partners. Now it's just a question of if Dante is aware of this, or if it's only Morrison who knows who's been giving them several of the more interesting jobs to take care of...
So yeah, those would be my speculations on what Beryl is doing currently. In my mind she's leading her own magazine while also giving other people in her past line of work a safer environment to live in, and also functioning as a sort of information supplier to still active hunters should something demonic be a-foot. Maybe she and her co-workers don't just stumble upon it while researching, but sometimes they even actively go searching for it...
Even while leaving the arcane behind, you can never truly escape its influence completely.
At least they're making the most of it.
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Originally I wanted to explore these concepts in another fic of mine, but while working on the other prompts I started to think that this would be a bit clearer as an analysis/speculation (and I also kinda ran out of steam for creative writing at the end there). So yeah, this is why for today I wrote this little ramble regarding Beryl's possible current activities. She's definitely an interesting character to have a look at, even with her limited appearance. In my humble opinion she's quite some fun in the novel.
Curious to hear what you all think about this. Thanks for reading and I wish you a good one!
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crookeddefendorbanana · 9 months
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Devil May Cry
Yandere Dante & Vergil x Female Reader
Notes: a quick oneshot of the dmc twins turning their adorable y/n into their fluffy catgirl
And no Dante & Vergil are NOT dating in this story because that's just icky
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You were an ordinary human, living in the same city as the infamous twins, Vergil and Dante. The two devil hunters were known for their skills in battling demonic forces, but they had developed an unhealthy obsession with you. Unable to bear the thought of you being with anyone else, the twins decided to use a forgotten demonic spell to turn you into a cat girl, hoping that this would grant them the exclusive attention they desired.
One night, while you were peacefully asleep, Vergil and Dante cast the spell, its dark magic enveloping your sleeping form. As dawn broke, you woke up, feeling strange and disoriented. You sat up, only to notice something was different. Your hands were now soft paws, and a pair of fluffy cat ears adorned your head and a massive fluffy tail. Panic coursed through your veins as you realized what had happened.
Just as you were about to call out for help, Vergil and Dante burst into your room, their expressions a mix of excitement and possessiveness. "Look at her, Dante," Vergil said, a twisted smile playing on his lips. "She's perfect."
Dante's eyes widened with delight as he approached you, his fingers reaching out to scratch behind your fluffy ears. "she's so adorable" he said, his voice filled with a mixture of affection and possessiveness. "Just imagine all the cuddles and attention she'll receive as our cute little cat girl."
You were torn between confusion and a strange attraction to the attention they were giving you. As the days passed, Vergil and Dante treated you like their prized possession, lavishing you with affection and care. They would spend hours cuddling you in their bed, running their fingers through your soft fur, and scratching your ears making you purr.
At first, you were resistant to their advances, but slowly, you found yourself yearning for their touch. Their obsession had fueled your own desires, and you couldn't deny the pleasurable sensations that coursed through your body whenever they pampered you. You grew to love the attention and affection they showered upon you, craving it more and more with each passing day.
As time went on, you became completely enamored with the twins. Their yandere tendencies had turned you into their devoted pet, willingly submitting to their twisted desires.
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yanderelovlies · 8 months
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Here comes goobye
Fandom(s): DMC SWWSDJ
Character(s): V, Sunny Day Jack
Tw: Yandere thoughts on Jack's part
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Sunny Day Jack
Jack watched as you sat on the other end on the couch, your fist supporting your head as you watched TV. He couldn't put his finger on it, but you seemed....distant recently. Not enough for him to fade, but enough for him to feel the effect your distance has caused. Honestly, it made him anxious, but he was also afraid to bring it up and be right. What was he going to do if he was? He didn't want to force you or cause you harm. but if you didn't want him-
"Hey Jack....?" You turned down the volume of the tv the turning to him turmoil clear on your face.
"Y-Yes, sunshine?" He cleared his throat. He didn't like where this was going.
You turned to fully facing him. Your eyes dart from his to the floor. "I... don't think this is gonna work"
"....what?"
You began to fiddle with your fingers, and your eyes now focused on the motion. "I just don't think I'm ready....I feel like we moved too fast."
The more you talked, the more anxious Jack became. "No... no, no! It was because Ian wasn't it?! all his voice mails its making you second guess! I can take care of him Sun-"
"No! it's this sort of behavior making me think we moved too fast.....I-I couldn't even let Shaun stay when I promised him months before....please....dont make this hard... we can still be friends "
No....no that won't work for Jack. You may not see it now, but you love him just as much as he loves you. Maybe sometime in that hell hole will help you see it.
V
Being a devil hunter has taught you many things. Even when to call it quits when it became too much, and the realization of what V had done had become too much. Learning he was part of the reason why the city was in ruin with trillions of unmarked graves weighed heavy on you the more you thought about it. You loved him, but it became harder and harder to look at him, let alone touch him. So you spent most of your time away, hoping to quickly resolve this mess.
"y/n"
You jumped at the sound of his voice. your head snapping in his direction. "V!"
He sighed, walking closer to you only to stop at arms length from you. "You haven't been to the van in a bit, and...Nico was worried."
"Sorry I've been... distracted."
"You've been distant from me...and the others by extent."
You looked down, knowing you couldn't deny it. "I-"
"You have been since I told you... It bothers you."
You looked down as you ran a hand through your hair "yeah...it does. I mean, it's a reason like this that I became a hunter in the first place. Reasons you caused... I can't V. This....Thing between us is nothing now. I just want to get this mission over with."
You said nothing after that. Turning your back to him and leaving him behind. V knew it was coming, but he would be lying if he said a foolish part of him wished you would have stayed. With nothing left to do, he turned around and made his way back to the van.
He knew these next couple of hours were going to be he'll, but maybe....when he is whole again, he won't feel the pain as much.
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ghostybat00 · 7 months
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🔪🌺 DANTE SPARDA YANDERE🌺🔪
Headcanons!
🔪:Yandere, violence etc.
🌺:a little of swf.
S/o gender neutral.
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(Thinking for Dante from dmc 5).
🫀:oh god- you were probably just a human with unlimited knowledge of demons. So when the events of Red Grave City happened, you meet this demon hunter, the legendary Dante Sparda.
🫀:It is probably your physique that first attracted him, then when he sees your personality, the man feels that he has been struck down immediately.
🫀:He will flirt with you, with his bad jokes and characteristic flirtations as he lets you into the devil may cry business so you can rest .
🫀:After all you are somewhat hurt, scared and confused, let him take care of you.
🫀:He usually doesn't do this thing of giving a little shelter to a human he just saved, but as you are, who would deny shelter to something with your pretty little face?
🫀:As the conflict subsided, it would mean that he would have to let you go in order for you to continue living your life, right?
🫀:Well, unfortunately for you, no. This man will do everything possible to make you stay in business with him, not necessarily working, only with your company, smell, essence, you, It's all he needs.
🫀:Obviously this will be subtle, manipulating you with his words such as; "You've been through a lot, little thing...And if you stay a few more weeks? There are many demons outside, I don't want you to get hurt, let me take care of you."
🫀He is also very clingy and protective, he always wants to have a hand on you, be it your shoulder, a caress of hair, you can judge him for wanting to touch the most beautiful human being that he has seen in his life?.
🫀:And when I mean overproactive, I mean he just let Lady and Trish talk to you. Any other humans (if there are any left in that city) are quickly removed from you without any explanation, although it is clear that our Demon hunter is responsible, but obviously he won't let anyone know.
🫀:If you cooperate and stay with him so that he can take care of you and love you properly,congratulations, he's going to make an amazing boyfriend (and husband).
🫀:What? You did not know? Apart from being obsessive, Dante can be very ...delusional...From the first moment he firmly believes that you are his soul mate, so in his mind he proclaims himself your boyfriend and protector.Even though you haven't signaled or reciprocated his flirtations from the beginning, he thinks you're just playing and you really love him.
🫀:And if you keep insisting that he let you out...?Well, I hope you like being tied up in his room while he forces his love on you for eternity. <3
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ginsakatoki · 1 year
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Hello! May I please request headcanons for Dante realising he has a crush on reader, who is a new addition to DMC crew and fellow devil hunter? How would he act around them? Would he try and act on his feelings or keep it to himself? And how others (Vergil, Nero, Lady) would react to the whole thing?
Thank you!
Hello there! Thanks for being the first person to send a request on this blog. This is my first time writing headcanons and it probably came out more as a scenario, also i added Nico, hope you don't mind. Enjoy!
Dante Realizing He Has a Crush
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Being devil hunters you met during a mission: both of you got the same request from different people and as Dante was approaching the demon, he found you already there.
His first instict was to fight alone and, being the obnoxiously loud man he is, he started a scene. However, with you being almost as stubborn as he is, he shifted into a more cocky behavior.
"Alright, alright hotstuff. Show me what you got"
Needless to say, that demon was short lived.
The first time this happened he shrugged it off as a coincidence and left without really speaking much. But what happened once, happened twice. Then three times, and four, until he could no longer deny the evidence that you two seemed to meet everywhere and that you were, indeed, a good team.
He would deny his attraction and interest towards you and try to act casual.
"You know you should come to Devil May Cry. I mean. Since we meet so often and all we might as well work together".
It was when you entered the building and Dante introduced you as a new member of Devil May Cry that everyone started being suspicious and alert of Dante. He had never brought anyone to join the crew so everyone, especially Vergil, assumed that you were a particularly strong hunter or that you had demonic blood.
With some time (not even that much, really) everyone realized that Dante had a crush and that he'd brought you in just to be around you more. It was painfully obvious, except for you two apparently.
He always tried to be around you and whenever you had a mission he found an excuse to come with because "Oh I have a mission near that town, let's go on my bike".
It's an excuse to have you cling onto him but he won't admit that.
It isn't really that he purposely denies his feelings, he is just very emotionally constipated. While he always jokes and worries about others, he always has trouble understanding his own feelings and has internalized that a relationship is too much of a pain to handle or that people just don't want him that way.
It didn't stop him from shamelessly flirting everytime he could though. His behavior would constantly leave you wondering if he had a crush on you or if he was just an idiot.
He would flirt a lot, yes, but his interest would be most obvious in the simple gestures, like casually grabbing something from a high shelf if you're short or suggesting the best ways to take care of your weapons.
Lady and Nico made bets all over the place.
Nico: I bet 10 bucks Dante will share a pizza with them.
Lady, shaking her head: Don't underestimate Dante's love for pizza, he won't share.
In a way, they both won the bet. Dante did not share his own pizza but he did order one for you with his own money. Which is basically the same thing for him.
Nero was so confused at first. It seemed obvious to him that you both were interested in each other (it reminded a lot of himself and Kyrie back in the days) and stared at you two interact like a disappointed coach.
"What the hell are you doing Dante, just ask them out!"
Vergil would be even more confused than Nero, (he's an expert at not taking the hint when it comes to relationships) so he would think something among the lines "My idiot brother is acting even more like an idiot ever since that hunter came in"
Despite his loud personality, Dante is a shy and insecure lover so it would take him a lot of time before asking you out. The final push would be Nero having a pep talk encouraging him to do it.
In the end, when he does ask you out, Devil May Cry is filled with "Finally!", "Took you long enough old man!" and 10 dollar bills flowing around like nothing happened.
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Thank you for reading this, I hope you enjoyed. I had lots of fun writing this one so feel free to let me know what you think about it. If you have any other request, ask away and don't be shy! Also, should you be interested in my works, let me know if you want me to tag you.
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cerezzzita · 1 year
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Hey there, kween. Rainbow dragon here with some valentine themed asks. Giving Dante a bouquet of his favorite flowers (red roses?) with “how much did all of this cost you…” “does that really matter?”. Or forcing McCree to watch a soppy movie + "That's really all I need. Some time with just you." Here's some valentines chocolates a s payment 🍫🍫🍫
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🍓 ˖ . ᵎᵎ kiss from a rose ✦ dante x fem!reader
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⌕ synopsis: It's Valentine's Day and your loving devil have a thing for everything red, especially roses.
notes: oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god- FINALLY MADE SOMETHING WITH >HIM< AAAA he's my boo, Dante's just the love of my life, I can't put in words how much I love this man! he's so sjsksananwwh UGHHH I LOVE HIM SO FREAKING MUCH! MAN I LOVE YOUUU <dante3
okay okay, now i can breath. oof! firstly, happy Valentine's Day y'all! if you have a Valentine to spend the day with, hope everything's nice and smooth with you, sending you friendly but sweet kisses, and if you're like me, without a Valentine (not that that's sad okay it can be pretty good and all), come here, Dante will make your day brighter and especial as he's making with me hehehehehe.
so! hope you all enjoy the reading! AND BY THE WAYYY GO FOLLOW @aldryrththerainbowheart, yup, the sweetheart that requested this! they (sorry, I don't know your pronouns, hope I don't offend you) have an DMC Arcana Series that's mwah, over the top! thank you for requesting, though <3333 and here some sugar for ya too 🍫🍫🍫
♡ word count: 455
♡ tags: fluffy, 2nd pov (you/yours), Dante being an sugarcube, use of petnames (because it's not Dante if he's not using petnames), female reader, he's shirtless btw, Dante being the ultimate red lover that he is <3
✦ read on ao3
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Stealthily, you entered the doors of the Devil May Cry shop, the tails of your eyes inspecting every possible corner. Everything seemed unnaturally quiet for a venue that had daily hustles among its members. Perhaps it was due to the fact that that day was no other than Valentine's Day. And you were looking for your valentine, one with silver hair, crystal eyes and a smoldering mischievous smile.
Speaking of mischief, the tips of your lips twitched in a similarly conceited smile. Your hands behind your back guarded a preciousness that yes, could have taken a good amount of your salary as a Devil Hunter, but it would be worth it.
Returning to the present scenario, by instinct your eyebrows shaped curious curves by the unusual silence, which was occasionally interrupted by the low — almost inaudible — music coming from the old jukebox. Your mouth opened to vocalize:
“Yoo-hoo, Dante! Where are you?”
“Miss me, sugarcube?” From the top of the stairs emerged the slender half-demon, looking fresh and shirtless. Oh yeah. A freshly showered Dante could never be too much candy for the eye.
Your teeth subtly bit into the soft flesh of your lower lip, but not to give reasons to further inflate the Devil Hunter's ego, you shook your head and took a step or two towards him.
“There you are,” you purred, capturing the smoothness of Dante's lips on yours that resulted in a brief seal. “Did you really think I would let such a special date go unnoticed?”
It was Dante's turn to let his brow rise in question, the look of his features compounded by his caricature lightness and wit. Though he couldn't be astute enough to predict the movement of your hands as you filled the fields of his eyes with a neat, fragrant bouquet of red roses. His clear, icy eyes widened in surprise.
“Babe…”
“Since you have a thing for everything that's red, I thought they were your favourites!” You justified, the soft feeling of the fervency of love and embarrassment united in a single averted gaze. Your irises returned to Dante's still dazed face.
“How much did all of this cost you…?”
“Does that really matter?” You replied.
Dante finally gave you one of those rousing, contagious smiles of his, catching the crimson flowers in one hand and wrapping his arm around your waist, lifting you off your feet in an impromptu hug. The palm of your hand, by impulse, found the warmth of the firm and naked chest of the half-demon.
“Aw, babe, you're the best girlfriend ever!" With that said, your entire face was soon taken over by lots and lots of splattered kisses. “Thank you so much, angelcake!”
“Tee-hee, happy Valentine's Day, daredevil…”
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Family is an important theme in every DMC game. Dante and Vergil are always grappling with Sparda and Eva's legacy, and now Nero has to deal with Dante and Vergil's baggage. It seems DMC characters tend to have complicated relationships with their parents, and the supporting characters are no exception.
Lady is an obvious example. She became a devil hunter in DMC3 because her father, Arkham, murdered her mother in a bid for demonic power. Near the end of the game, Lady kills Arkham, which a line in DMC5 suggests has weighed heavily on her since. On the note of family, an ancestor of Lady's happened to be a priestess who aided Sparda in a ritual to seal away the demon world.
Side note, I've been told it's canon that this ritual killed her, but that doesn't make a lot of sense to me. Sparda didn't have to give a lethal amount of blood for the sake of the ritual, and Lady didn't give a lethal amount of blood to break it. Neither did Dante or Vergil, for that matter. It means little either way, the sacrifice was almost certainly willing, and she'd be long dead by the present anyway, but it still bugs me a little.
Trish doesn't really have parents in the traditional sense, but she was created by someone: Mundus. But Mundus saw her as expendable, easily recreated, little more than a tool to lure Dante to his death. Ultimately, Trish aided Dante in defeating him, and she became a devil hunter herself.
Trish was also made in the image of Dante's mother, Eva. While Trish never met the woman, it's an undeniable fact that Trish wouldn't exist in the same capacity without her - one could also consider her to be a parent to Trish, or at least like some kind of magical sperm donor.
Wether you choose to look at it that way or not, Trish has definitely endured both Dante and Vergil (as V) projecting their feelings about Eva onto her, though the former seems to have gotten over that, and the latter hasn't interacted with her much at all. Despite this, Trish continues using Eva's face, even though she can change her appearance.
On the subject of Dante, one could assume that she was adopted into his family in some way, given that she was trusted to wield Sparda's sword and his pistols. She carries his legacy just as much as Dante does, even though she doesn't share his blood.
Lucia, like Trish, was artificially made, in her case by a human sorcerer named Arius. Mundus only remarked that he could easily recreate Trish, but Arius actually proved it - Lucia is one of many "secretary" demons, and a defective one at that. She was discarded by Arius, and adopted by Matier, who raised Lucia as her own daughter. Later, Matier directly states that Lucia being adopted doesn't diminish their relationship, and that shared history is more important than blood.
Learning of her true nature was disastrous for Lucia: believing she would eventually become a threat to innocent people, she attacked Dante and demanded that he kill her. She later volunteers for a suicide mission because she sees herself as "expendable". I'm not aware that she ever came to terms with these feelings, and I wonder what would become of her if she no longer had Matier to support her.
I suspect that Nero and Kyrie's dynamic - as it's been said, Nero wouldn't be so well-adjusted without her - would be relatable to Lucia.
Moving on from characters who've been playable (so far), Nico's parentage is extremely important. Her father is Agnus, a scientist who created many kinds of artificial demons for the Order of the Sword, even becoming one himself. Agnus abandoned Nico at an early age, and when her mother died, she was adopted by her uncle, Rock Goldstein, who happens to be the son of Nell Goldstein, the gunsmith who made Ebony and Ivory. Nico became a gunsmith herself, and later used her biological father's research for the benefit of a devil hunter, Nero.
Finally, Kyrie's parents were killed before the events of DMC4, so the only family she had left was her brother Credo. In that game, Credo turns out to have become a demon, and to be involved in a plot by her religious organization to open hell gates in Fortuna to draw out and destroy demons (or something). Once Kyrie is used as bait to capture Nero, Credo turns on his superiors, and is promptly killed for it. Suffice to say, Kyrie must have some very complicated feelings about her family, as well as her religion, but such feelings haven't been made known.
It's also worth noting that Kyrie, along with Nero, has taken in three children - Kyle, Carlo, and Julio - further continuing the theme of adopted family.
With the exception of Lady, all of the characters above have some relationship with an adopted or chosen family. With the exception of Lady and Kyrie, all of them have had apathetic father figures who abandoned, discarded, or used them.
So if we ever get that female-led spinoff game (and it's actually any good), then family should be a major theme. But unlike the main series, this entry should have an additional emphasis on chosen families. And whatever tangible threat the cast faces, it should be one that can be a vehicle to explore those themes.
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I have idea that is really specific: DMC 4 Dante with his newborn (like just born) with his wife (reader) headcannons.
Awwww more fuzzies! Thanks for this, it's so fun to write this fluffy stuff. 💜
DMC4! Dante x Fem!Reader Fatherhood headcannons
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-The minute the doctors gave Dante the baby to hold, he was in love. In his arms lay his very own child--his flesh and blood. This right here was the future; another heir to the Sparda legacy. This cute little blob of warm flesh was his baby. And he loved them so much.
-Holds his baby close to his chest and kisses their sweet head, mumbling about how much he loved them and how they were gonna grow up protected and strong and how they'll become badass devil hunters just like Dada.
-Can't stop taking pictures of you and the baby--this day is so precious, he can't let a single moment be forgotten.
-Even when you guys are asleep, he continues to take pictures.
-The very next day he goes out and buys like 300 different Teddy bears for the baby and fills their crib with it so when you finally take your kid home, instead of a crib, they sleep in a nest.
-Films every moment of every waking day until both his phone and his camera run out of memory.
-Always wants to cradle the baby and kisses their head all the time. The only time he ever lets go is when it's feeding or diaper changing time.
-Learns how to knit SOLELY for the purpose of crafting cute little baby clothes for his darling kid.
-You now have 10,000 tiny baby jumpers strewn about your living room and the kid's bedroom, each with different colors, patterns, and decorations.
-Puts on Baby Einstein even though the kid hasn't even opened their eyes yet, and makes the baby dance by waving their little arms around.
-Talks gibberish to the baby, all the time, knowing that they can't understand him, but doesn't seem to care.
-When it comes to responsibility, Dante is nowhere to be found. He only wants to play with the baby and occasionally bottle feeds them (cause then he has an excuse to talk more gibberish to the infant) but otherwise doesn't want to do much. He's lazy, and has no intention of facing the monstrosities that are baby poops.
-Loves ya even more for being able to shoulder most of the work that comes with taking care of a newborn--and don't worry, once the kid is potty trained, Dante will pitch in some more.
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The Scent of You: Nero x Male Reader
MINORS DNI: THIS IS FOR 18+ ONLY (ngl I don't know if this stuff is allowed here, but I think it is lmao)
SUMMARY: Nero has been on a job for almost a month. When he returns to your shared home, he decides to relax and take a hot shower. While doing so, he gets really horny and tries to control himself. However, your scent is driving him up the wall with need. 🌟🌟🌟 🌟🌟🌟 🌟🌟🌟 Wrote this to try and get a better feel for what I want Nero to be like; kinda what I did with Vergil ngl. ... I didn’t realize it till typing this, I am legit doing the same thing I did for Vergil for Nero because I had the same issue--wtf lmaooo 🌟🌟🌟 I also was having a hard time describing certain locations on the body; so there are some “real” names for muscles and whatnot; sorry if that throws you off a bit lmao. 🌟🌟🌟 Semi-mindless smut. Minor fluff. Very minor description of masturbation (Nero). Pre-established relationship; implied marriage. First time Devil Trigger sex; mentions of blood (which Nero gets aroused by) and knotting Male Bottom Sub. Reader x Top Dom. Nero (side note: Nero does use his teeth on your dick; I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but I wanted to write it in idk). 🌟🌟🌟
     The van ride from the DMC to Nero’s was abnormally quiet. The only noise was the van's engine and the faint humming that Nico made to the tunes on the stereo. That being said, a nuke could've gone off and Nero, who was sitting in his usual spot on the passenger seat, wouldn't have noticed. The teal demon had zoned out a long time ago. He was looking out the window, watching the buildings pass as they got further toward the outside edge of Red Grave. 
     It had been one hell of a month for the youngest descendant of Sparda. Between having to work alongside the rest of the Sparda line and the contract being a bigger pain than they were informed; he was beyond exhausted. All Nero wanted to do was take a hot shower, eat something, and cuddle into you. 
     He groaned in irritation; God did he miss you. All that he could think about the past week or so was how much he yearned to hold you in a tight loving hug. Feeling your heartbeat against his chest, running his fingers through your hair, kissing your sweet face and lips--there are no words to even describe how much the young devil hunter craved you.
     “Welp, here we are,” Nico spoke and gestured to the house in front of the van; breaking Nero from his thoughts, “Don’t forget any of your shit now, alright?” 
     Nero scoffed and rolled his eyes, “You’re never going to let that go are you?”
     “Not a chance,”
     He got up from the passenger seat, “Figures--” with a smooth motion he grabbed Red Queen and his duffle bag of gear from the couch, “Thanks for the ride, asshole.”
     “Anytime, dickhead!” Nico waved a short goodbye as Nero departed from the van onto the asphalt. 
     He watched the van drive off for a moment; attempting to gather himself. Nero hadn’t told you he was coming home and wanted to surprise you-- hopefully, you won’t stab him thinking he is an intruder (again). With a springing giddiness to his walk, he went up to the front door. It took him a moment of rummaging in his pockets for him to find his keys. 
     Upon finding them, he unlocked the doorknob and deadbolt as quietly as he could. Once inside, he slowly shut the door behind him. Nero focused for a moment, trying to place where you were in the house; he found out you were in the kitchen through your heartbeat. Discarding his bag on the floor and leaning Red Queen up against the wall, he crept toward your location. You were turned away from him doing something on the counter, not paying any attention to the stalking paces of the sly hunter. 
     “Miss me, baby?” a set of muscular arms wrapped around your torso making you jolt forward and knock your head backward into Nero’s jaw.
     “Jesus-!” you shouted as your heart raced.
     Nero chuckled as he kissed the top of your head, “Not quite, but, at least you didn’t stab me this time.”
     “No,” you looked down at the cutting board on the counter in front of you, “I just stabbed myself instead.”
     “What.”
     Nero removed his arms from your waist. You casually walked over to the sink to rinse your newly formed cut on your hand’s purlicue. Blood didn’t bother you much since Nero’s constantly covered in it, however, the placement of this particular cut is going to be a bitch to heal. 
     Nero re-wrapped himself around your waist and pouted, “Sorry.”
     With a grin and shake of your head, you turned off the water. Feeling how warm he was, you couldn’t help but lean back into your teal devil, “It’s fine, Nero… I’m glad you’re home.” 
     Nero grabbed the cut hand and gently placed a kiss on the small wound, “There, good as new.”
     A loud snort of a snicker came from your nose, “Oh my god, Nero,” you wiggled in his arms to turn and face him, “you are a dork.”
     He winked and smiled, “and I’m yours forever.”
     With an exaggerated roll of your eyes, you gently kissed his cheek, “I’m the luckiest man alive.”
     “Nope, sorry. That title’s mine,” he placed tender kisses on your neck.
     The feeling of his warm lips against you sent a shiver up your spine. You placed one of your hands in his hair and ruffled it a bit. Nero’s kisses stopped and turned into nuzzling as you continued your motion; the teal demon practically melted into you. 
     Your face turned to a scrunch and you removed your hand. His hair was full of dried blood. 
     “Nero--” you looked down at him, who was now staring at you with the most puppy-dog-eyed stare you’ve ever seen, “Don’t give me that look…”
     He stuck out his lip in a pout and made a fake sniffling sound, “Why’d you stop?”
     “You’re full of blood and stuff,” you gently took your hand and placed it on his cheek, thumbing over his soft skin, “You need a bath.”
     With a sigh, he stopped pouting, “Care to join me~?”
     “I would but,” you looked over to the stove, “the soup won’t cook itself.”
     Nero stood back upright with the energy of a small child, “You’re makin’ soup?!”
     “Yeah…” you laughed at his excitement, “You told me last week that you were coming home so I bought the stuff for it… It was gonna go bad if I waited any longer so,” you shrugged, “I made soup.”
     “God, I love you,” He kissed your forehead, “You need any help?”
     With a shake of your head, you responded, “Nope; just for you to wash up before dinner--please?”
     “Sure thing babe,” with a large over-the-top kiss (and a 'mwah' sound to go with it), he trotted off. 
     Shaking your head with a smile, you continued your cooking.
     The young hunter went and retrieved his bag and Red Queen from the entryway. Then waltz over to the bedroom. He tossed the bag off to the side and set his sword against one of the walls; leaving them to deal with later. Mindlessly, Nero grabbed some clothes and a towel. 
     He sauntered into the bathroom and stripped himself bare--removing his Overture devil breaker as well. With the flip of a switch, he turned on the bathroom fan and moved to turn on the shower. Since his body was aching, Nero decided to turn the knob as hot as he could; creating an almost sauna-like feel to the bathroom.
     A sigh of relief left his lips as he stepped into and under the scorching water. Nero began to purr in comfort as he felt the stress and strain of the past month leave his body. He reached for some body wash--not paying much attention to his actions. It wasn’t until he began to lather his body that he realized that it wasn’t his body wash; it was yours. 
     “Shit,” Nero mumbled to himself. 
     It’s not that the young hunter disliked the smell of your wash; he loves it and that’s the problem. A strained growl emanated from his throat. The smell of you drives Nero insane normally; however, due to the past month of being around his family constantly, Nero was beyond pent-up. Typically he wouldn’t have had any problems asking for some physical affection, but he didn’t want to seem rude for being home less than an hour and already asking for sex. So, the young man decided to take care of it himself.
     Nero bit down on his lip as he slowly began to stroke himself. He leaned forward, placing a flat hand against a tile wall of the shower. Admittedly, his demon was screaming to go get you and claim you; which only made him bite down harder on his lip. Blood trickled down his chin as he began to move his hand faster; fantasizing about what he would do if you were there with him. How good it would feel to ram you against the wall. The sound of your strained moans while he choked you. His hand would be around your cock as you trembled beneath him; only allowing you to cum when he said so. Nero’s pace became ragged. His fingers pressed against the wall hard enough they were turning white. He imagined telling you how much of a good boy you were being. The sound of your voice as you begged to be allowed to cum. That thought broke him. A loud guttural groan slipped past Nero’s (still-bleeding) lips as he came. 
     Slowly coming back down from his high, Nero finished showering; this time paying close attention to what wash he was using. Trying to ignore the still very lustful thoughts that lingered at the edges of his mind.
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     It had nearly been forty-five minutes since Nero went to shower; a part of you was beginning to worry that he fell asleep while bathing. Since all the soup had left to do was simmer, you decided to leave the kitchen to find out if he was okay.
     First, you checked the bathroom. It was muggy and the showerhead still had water dripping from it. Nero’s devil breaker was still resting on the countertop, which made you raise a brow in confusion; however, he wasn’t in there. So you moved on to the bedroom.
     What you came upon was quite a sight. 
     On the bed, Nero was facing upwards. His legs were lazily hung over the edge of the bed that was facing you. Around his hips was a towel that had been thrown on as an afterthought; seeing as it was barely covering anything besides his dick. You bit your lip slightly at the sight. Despite seeing your lover naked a thousand times, it still managed to give you butterflies. 
     Nero hadn’t moved to acknowledge that you were in the doorway, so you decided to get a closer look. In the past, he had taken some unintentional cat naps after a hot shower; so you figured that’s what happened.
     You peered over his body. His eyes snapped to you; both his eyes were glowing his goldenrod coloration from his triggered form. In an instant, Nero had pulled you onto the bed and had you pinned beneath him. The towel had been discarded and it took everything in your body to not look downwards; not wanting to break eye contact. One of his hands held both of your wrists above your head while the other gently ran up your middle. A faint growling caught your attention as you tilted your head slightly. 
     He leaned into your neck and lightly kissed along your jugular. A shiver ran through your body, Nero’s breath was hot and the growling had only grown louder. Although this would have typically been super hot, the fact that he hadn’t said anything was a bit odd.
     “Nero--?” your voice was laced with an aroused, yet, confused tone. 
     His kisses stopped and he stilled for a moment. He moved up to your face and placed his cheek against yours; which you noted was scorching. Along with that, he also pressed the rest of his body into you. You felt his stiff cock grind against the ever-growing tent in your pants.
     “I’m sorry but,” Nero’s voice was needy as he gently bit your earlobe, “I need you, please .”
     Another shiver ran through your body, “I- I have to turn off the stove f-first.”
     Nero sat back upward narrowing his eyes and placed a hand on your chest, “Stay,” with that, Nero got up and left the room (presumably to turn off the stove for you.).
     This gave you a brief moment to think, “ Nero doesn’t usually growl like that… I wonder if-- ” your thoughts were cut short.
     A set of bioluminescent blue wings moved you to the center of the mattress. Not wasting any time, Nero was back on top and straddling you. His lips were immediately intertwined with yours. A hot tongue was forced within the confines of your mouth, desperately exploring every corner. He used his wings to pin your wrists out to your sides as he used his hands to strip you of your clothing; not caring that he was ripping them from your body. 
     Once you were barren of your clothing, Nero broke off the kiss and leaned back upwards--and let go of your wrists. You were panting heavily and awaited his next move. 
     His eyes fluttered all over your body as barely-there fingertips ghosted down your body, only to stop before reaching your aching flesh, “God,” he leaned back down and whispered against your shoulder, “you’re gorgeous.”
     Nero bit down on your shoulder and gripped your middle. Your body arched upwards as you grabbed a hand full of his slate-grey hair, pulling slightly. His growling intensified as did his bite. 
     “Fuck-” you pulled Nero off of you a bit, “Nero that hurt.”. He looked up at you with an intense stare you hadn’t seen before. Seeing the slightly red tint to his lips made you realize that he had actually bitten you, “Nero?”
     His lips parted slightly as he continued to stare into your eyes and, after a moment, he spoke, “Sorry.”
     His grip loosened on your body slightly and he placed a gentle peck on your new bite mark. Admittedly this had happened before but it had only happened when he was cumming.
     Squashing down your questions and concerns (blaming it on your long separation), you whispered, "It's okay," following that with a gentle kiss on his neck. Knowing that Nero tends to dwell on accidentally hurting you when sleeping together, you decided to move things forward by leaning upwards. 
     However, he used his wings to pin your wrists down once again as his hands pushed you back down into the plush bedding, "What do you think you're doing?" his voice was low and husky; just oozing with dominance. 
     A slight confusion settled in your mind, seeing as Nero had never stopped you from moving to give him head. You decided that he was just adding to the foreplay, "I wanted to have a taste of you~"
     He ran his tongue along your neckline, "I didn't tell you that I wanted you to move, in fact," Nero sat upward, "I want you right where you are…" he firmly grabbed your external obliques, leaving his hands temptingly close to your hips. 
     You swallowed hard. Seeing Nero taking such an intense approach to things after not being together for so long made your body ache and your cock twitch--which he noticed.
     With a devilish smirk, Nero slowly began to kiss down your middle. Stopping every few to give you a hickey or bite mark; taking extra care to make sure he wasn’t being too rough. You squirmed under his firm grasp of wings and hands. It was uncommon for Nero to go down on you; typically, Nero enjoyed frotting against you instead. Seems he really wants to step out of the norm today. 
     A bite against your inner thigh pulled you from your thoughts. A loud sharp moan escaped your lips as you, unintentionally, bucked your hips upward. Nero growled at your movement and placed his hands harshly down on your hips, keeping them pinned down. 
     "Nero," you whimpered, desperately wanting to touch him and yourself. 
     His golden eyes met with yours, "Be a good boy or I stop--got it?" Wanting him to continue, you nodded frantically, making him smirk, "Good."
     Tepid kisses ran up your inner thighs. Before he reached your balls, he would stop and place a hickey on the sensitive flesh; creating matching marks on each side. Nero looked up at you; his stare was different. A strange semi-nervous feeling began to pool in your stomach at the predatory gaze of your lover. 
     The young man placed kisses along your balls and up to the tip of your dick, giving your slit a small kitten lick. Nero’s lips were broiling hot against your skin, which only added to the effects of the uncommon action. You bit your lip and let out a strangled groan; resisting the urge to buck your hips again. Nero seemed to notice your restraint and rewarded you with a long drawn-out kiss to the underside of your cock head. 
     He smirked as he watched your internal struggle to stay composed. His tongue ran along the slit of your tip; cleaning the small amount of pre-cum there was. 
     “You taste good,” he whispered as he ran his tongue up the side of your shaft. You whimpered as he continued his teasing; never quite putting his lips around you.
     “Nero,” your voice was whiney and laced with need. He looked up at you and gave you a small ‘hm?’ as he continued his ministrations along your cock, “please--” you gasped as you felt his teeth carefully and gently nibble along the side of your dick, “f-fuck--”
     He stopped for a moment; debating what he wanted to do. A part of him wanted to keep teasing your sensitive flesh and the other wanted to hear you cry out for him. Seeing the desperation in your eyes as you stared down at him made him shudder. 
     Slowly, Nero placed his lips around the tip of your dick and inched his way down to the base of your dick; gagging slightly as it hit the back of his throat. 
     You threw your head back, “Fuck- Nero--”
     His growling intensified upon hearing your voice. Nero pulled his head back up and removed his lips, “I want you to look at me,” his eyes met with yours as he bobbed slowly up and down your dick.
     All the while, the grip his wings had on your wrists let go and he allowed you to grab his hair. Using his blue-feathery extensions, he reached over to the side table and grabbed a bottle of lube from the drawer--dropping it near your hips for later. He then took his wings and used them to push your hips into the bed, replacing his hands. As he continued to slow down and speed up on your cock, he took his hands and gently groped at the under and inner sides of your thighs. 
     Nero’s eyes stayed locked with yours as he pulled his lips off of your dick and bite down over one of the already-there hickeys on your thighs. Then gave the tip of your dick a few more licks and then circled the tip, all the while you were praising and moaning your lover’s name. 
     “Nero, please-- fuck, I-- ugh,” your hands pulled harder on his hair as he took your dick and placed it against his cheek, his breath grazing your aching flesh.
     A shiver ran up your spine as you stared into his eyes; the primal feeling held in his stare only increased with each of your words and sounds. Once again his mouth took your dick in; this time, however, he kept a faster pace. One of his hands moved to the base of your shaft, adding small strokes alongside the movements of his mouth. 
     You felt your peak coming on, which Nero seemed to notice too. He moved his hand from your dick to your balls, massaging them slightly. The tip of your dick hit the back of his throat again; as he made sure to take in as much of you as he could. With a loud groan of Nero’s name, you came into his mouth. He made sure to savor every drop, still staring you in the eyes. 
     You expected Nero to pause a minute before continuing, as you normally would; however, before you had even come back down from your euphoria, he was back up on top of you--kissing you wildly. There was a fire in his lip's motions as he felt you grope at every inch of his body; enjoying being able to finally touch your teal demon. A small moan left Nero’s lips as you kneaded into his chest.
     After a minute or two, Nero stopped kissing you and moved out of his straddling position, “Turn over.” the growling had now become interlaced with his voice; reminding you of his devil trigger.
     “You’re quite dominating today…” you flipped over, “it’s pretty hot.”
     You could practically feel him smirk at your comment, but he said nothing; only pushing a lubed-up finger inside of your ass.
     He leaned down and began to kiss along your shoulder as he mumbled, “You’re tight; although you seem to have prepped for me-?”
     A small smile tugged at your lips, “I cleaned up before coming to find you; figured you were going to-- ah~”
     Nero bit down on your shoulder and began to leave yet another loving mark, “What a good boy.”
     You moved your head to allow him to bite your neck; which he moved to do right away. He pushed another finger into your hole. Nero was dying to fuck you and was steadily growing impatient with things. 
     However, he knew that he had to take it slower than normal; since you were much tighter with him being gone so long. So he had to control himself, which did by continuing to bite along your shoulders, neck, and back.
     After another few minutes, he slid a third digit inside you. At this point, you were as desperate as he was, “Nero I can take it,”
     The twisting of his fingers stopped as did his kisses, but he didn’t move, “Beg.”
     Your heart skipped a beat, “What?”
     His voice was husky against your ear, the growling only getting worse with each passing moment, “Beg for me.”
     Nero had never asked for you to beg before and you took a long shaky breath before mumbling, “Please, Nero.”
     “I didn’t quite catch that,” one of his wings yanked your head back allowing him even more access to your neck, “louder. ” he harshly bit down on your neck; much harder than before.
     “Fuck!” you jerked your body from the unexpected sharp stinging of his teeth, “Please, Nero-- I need you inside me!”
     He licked the fresh wound he created in your neck, “Good boy.”
     You let out a whimper as you felt Nero remove his fingers. However before you got too lonely, you felt his hands on your hips. Nero took a deep breath as he lined himself with your needy hole; teasing you slightly.
     “Please Nero, please, ” you slightly rolled your hips against him, encouraging him to continue.
     His lip twitched upwards as he let out a dark snarl. Suddenly, he slammed himself inside of your body; not allowing you to take him slowly.
     “Fuck!” your body jolted forward from the force of his thrust as your hands violently grasped at the bedding beneath you. Tears had sprung up to the edges of your eyes as you tried to steady yourself by breathing slowly.
     Seeing movement out of the corner of your eyes, you looked over to one side. Nero had braced himself with his palms on the mattress. Which was fine; however, your breath hitched upon seeing the ever-growing blue and iron-grey scales crawling up his arms. 
     “Nero-” you squirmed a bit, “I want to see you--please?” your voice was soft in hopes he would listen to you.
     Which he did. He pulled himself out of you and flipped you over. This allowed you to get a better idea of what was going on. 
     Nero’s breathing had become quite labored. His brow was furrowed slightly and his eyes were still golden; however, his pupils had dilated heavily--something that you had never seen before--and was avoiding looking you in the eyes. Long hair covered his face and was sprawling down his back. And although his forearms were covered in scales, the rest of him was still quite human. A twitch of his lip revealed a much sharper set of teeth than normal. You could see the internal conflict he was having over this.
     “Hey,” you placed a hand on his cheek, which he leaned into, “It’s okay. I can take it.”
     His eyes met with yours, his voice barely audible, “What if I hurt you…”
     With a warm soft smile, you gently caressed him with your thumb, “You won’t, Nero. I promise. You can let go.”
     In reality, you had no idea if you were going to be fine. Nero had already bitten you hard enough to make you bleed, twice, and he tended to kiss along very vulnerable parts of your body. Over all the years you have been with the teal devil, he had never triggered during sex nor had either of you broached the subject before. 
     Nero allowed himself to let go as you continued to hold the side of his face; watching the metamorphosis before you. A new poking caught your attention as you looked down towards your hips. His cock grew several inches and became thicker; which, in hindsight, you should’ve thought about before agreeing.
     Without wasting another moment, Nero animalistically shoved himself back inside you.
     With a sharp gasp, you sputtered in response, “f-fuck, f-fuck, s-shit,” your head hit the bed as you continued your strand of ‘fucks’ and ‘shits’.
     He placed his hands around your hips and pulled his cock out; barely leaving the tip inside. Only to slam into you twice as hard; not allowing you to slowly adjust to the large cock inside you.
     The teal demon’s pace was brutal. You were going to stroke yourself; however, the bucking of his hips against your prostate negated the need for that. He used his wings to brace behind your shoulders and pulled you up to him. His kisses were scorching and filled with an unyielding lust. You had tried to break from his kiss, only to be brought right back with a growl to accompany it. 
     When Nero finally did decide to let you out of the kiss, he noticed that he had nicked your chin with one of his spikes. With a swift motion, your lover lapped up the blood that had trickled from the wound; which aroused you, much to your confusion and concern.
     However, your thoughts were silenced as he pushed you into the bed with a choke. His hand gripped around your neck; making sure to keep it at a comfortable squeeze--the last thing he wants is for you to pass out. 
     You moaned loudly, arching your back as his wings gripped your legs and pulled them upwards; holding them above the ridges of his shoulders. The other hand slowly raked up your torso, leaving light claw marks up your middle. He brought his claws up to his lips and licked your blood clean off of them. If you had been able to think, you would’ve been afraid of how much Nero seemed to enjoy tasting your blood. 
     His once hard languid motions became hard uneven motions. You knew that meant he was getting close, you were too. He moved your legs back down, so he could get closer to you. The devil’s hot breath washed over your neck as you gripped the base of his horns, massaging them slightly. This rewarded you with even harder slams of his strong hips. 
     “God,” your voice was hoarse and cracked slightly, “I love you.”
     Nero nuzzled your neck in response.
     You whimpered as his thrusts became short and even harsher, “Please, I need you-- Ah~!”
     His sharp teeth bit down into your platysma muscle; making yet another deep puncture through your soft flesh. Nero’s hips aggressively ground into yours and forced something larger inside of you; making you jerk your hips and hiss in pain. 
     A few minutes passed as he kept his teeth locked into your body and his cock buried deep into you. Despite that, however, you could feel that cum had already begun to leak from your body. Your insides were twitching as you felt him pull his hips back a little but he was unable to remove himself. Whatever had been pushed into you was keeping the both of you intimately interlocked. 
     You had a tired smile on your face as you gently pet his hair and his horns. Nero had begun to purr from your soft touches. You’d hoped that maybe he would relax enough to pull himself from your body; even if you weren’t 100% sure of what was going on. 
     After another few minutes, Nero pulled back on his hips again. This time he was able to remove himself with an audible ‘pop’. Your hips quaked as you groaned from the feeling of his hot seed dripping down your overly-sensitive body. He released his bite on your body, making you shut your eyes and cuss in pain. 
     Nero had gotten up from the bed before you reopened your eyes. Attempting to get a better idea of what was going on, you tried to sit upward. However, the feeling of sharp intense pain shot up your body. So you gave up on the idea of trying to move.
     “ Maybe he went to get a towel? ” you thought to yourself, feeling a bit lonely without him. 
     You were nearly asleep by the time Nero came back into the room. 
     “Hey, baby,” Nero’s voice was soft. He walked over to the bed with a towel in hand, “I drew up a bath, stay still a minute.” his voice was quiet enough that his words came off as more of a question than a statement. Your young lover used the towel to wipe your body and ass off a bit as he sat at the corner of the bed; secretly enjoying the view of your undone body. 
     “Nero-” you propped yourself up on your elbows with a grunt. He looked up at you, his eyes were now back to his normal sea-blue eyes, “Why were we… uh… stuck together?”
     His eyes widened as a faint blush tugged at his face, “I um…” he swallowed audibly and laughed to himself, “I knotted you.”
     It was your turn to go wide-eyed and blush, “What?”
     “It’s used to--”
     “I know what it does,” you laughed and avoided his eyes, letting yourself lay back down, “just didn’t know you could do that.”
     The younger hunter grinned at you as he stood, “There’s a lot I can do with that side of me; I just worry about what those things are.”
     He moved to your side and picked you up to take you to the bathroom. You tiredly mumbled into his shoulder, “If you want, we can experiment more with your demonic side; I’m okay with it.”
     Nero smiled. He sat in the bath with you in his lap so he could help clean you off, “Sure, I-” his smile quickly faded, turning to a frown, “Did I--?” his fingers lightly brushed over the final bite that he had left, making you unintentionally wince. 
     It had turned to a dark purple, almost black coloration, and was still bleeding quite badly. Nero looked as if he was about to cry as he stared at you with a furrowed brow. You gently grabbed his hand and removed it from the bite, “I’m fine Nero. It’s not that big of--”
     “I hurt you,” Nero pursed his lips as he let out a shaky breath noticing the claw marks down your middle, “I could have killed you; you know that right? Using that form--” he pulled his hand back from yours.
     “Nero, look at me,” you used your hands to cup the sides of his face, “I wouldn’t have let you do that if I didn’t want it; besides, I trust you.”
     “But--”
     “No buts,” you gently rubbed his face with your thumbs, “We both enjoyed ourselves, right?”
     He nodded.
     “And I am still alive; aren’t I?”
     Once more, he nodded.
     “So we are both okay?”
     Nero nodded finally looking back at your face.
     “I understand your concern but… you aren’t a mindless beast, you know? ” Nero placed his hands gently over the top of yours, “I know what I signed up for and I trust you, Nero; completely and entirely,” you could hear a very faint purr coming from him.
     He took each of your hands and placed a slow soft kiss on each, “Trusting a demon, huh? Not the smartest thing to do.”
     A loving smile spread across your face, “Then consider me the happiest idiot around.”
     Nero laughed with a wide grin, “I really love you,” he sighed contently, “so fuckin’ much.”
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You're My Weakness
Vergil x Male!Reader
Vergil never could get over you.
Even when he tried to, he could never let go of you.
Nero brought you home and it was over for the older man since.
You'd "adopted" Nero during the time of Vergil searching for power. The boy has seen you more as a father figure than his actual father and has clung onto you since meeting.
The day he brought you home to DMC was on minor accident. He let it slip that he had to stop by the building for business and you insisted on coming with to meet this family of his.
Originally, Vergil wasn't too fond of there being an outside male in his space. You were competition for Nero's attention, even though the man didn't make himself a worthy option to begin with.
However, after seeing the relationship between you and Nero, he realized instead of being competition, you were an equal. A respected partner. A proper mate. Thus began the mans stupid attempts to become close to you.
Nero was the first of course, to notice this. He became very suspicious of his father, noticing the light (and terrible) flirting going on. He'd never seen his father try to talk to someone so much, it almost disturbed him. He almost lost it on the day he overheard you saying yes to a date with his father.
"You're father is quite a charmer," you say. Nero looks like he might vomit. "Nope. I don't wanna hear about it." You chuckle, ruffling the boys hair. "He's a good man Nero, give him this at least."
Vergil was pacing. He was pacing and sweating up a storm. Dante found it amusing. Vergil found it annoying.
Never in his life had Vergil been this calm and nervous at the same time. He's never had someone make him so weak yet so strong. You'd become his weakness.
Once coming to terms with how he felt for you, he didn't want you to see just how damaged he was. How much bad he'd done before finding himself. He didn't want you to see who he was and walk away.
"I'm not a good person." "I think you are." Vergil chuckles. "Maybe that's were you are blind." You smile. "If so, I don't want to see." Vergil stared into your eyes for a moment, a smile slowly appearing.
Domestic life was not on his mind before. Now, it was all he did. Man's was happy to come home, go straight to the kitchen where he knew you were cooking dinner, and kiss his husband hello. Man's was happy to wake up and get kissed good morning on lazy Sundays.
Nero almost hated it. But he also couldn't help but smile at seeing his father's being happy. He does take every chance he gets to tease and make fun of the two of you though.
"Ew, gross!" Nero yells. Vergil rolls his eyes as you chuckle at your son. "Dante they're doing it again!" he continues. Dante chuckles. He takes a moment to look over at you and Vergil cuddled up on the couch before turning back to his nephew. "You'll live Nero." Nero lets out a dramatic groan. He looks over and smiles at you, his face lit up like a small child. He begins to pester Dante about going out for a training session until the Devil Hunter agrees and the two go out back. "Your son is a handful," Vergil says once they've left. "Well he is your son," you reply. Vergil raises an eyebrow to your comment, moving a little to look at your face. You smile, kissing him to distract him from your teasing.
There were days where Vergil would come home in a panic. Threats from enemies he could easily defeated would send the man into a flurry, racing home to make sure you were still there and unharmed. He will hold onto you a little longer those days.
How the demon world learned of his new relationship (calling him a traitor like his father) he would not know, but it gave him a new reason for wanting to tear the lesser demons apart.
He'll be dammed if one of them got within a centimeter of you. Makes you almost feel bad for the poor demon that decided to test that man. Almost. Because let's be honest, watching Vergil fight is kinda hot.
You are Vergil's weakness.
You would always be his weakness.
But he'd fight for you every day he got to spend with you.
Vergil would never be able to get over you and honestly, he's ok with that.
Because there is nothing better in this world than getting to see you, be with you and love you.
Because what could be better than you? Nothing.
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DMC Questions Anon here!
Capcom has called to tell you they've put you in charge of the next DMC game. They left no instructions but one: the game focuses on Dante and Vergil after the events of DMC 5. How will you do the game? What will the plot be? How will you have their relationship progress throughout the game?
Hi, Ember! Your timing is, as always, suspiciously accurate
Just the day you sent this ask I saw a post with this screenshot and saved it to answer later
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Funny thing is, my answer to this post is disagreement with this point on a fundamental level.
I have an extremely hard time imagining anything for DMC6, and one of the reasons is story. Capcom did a great thing when they actually acknowledged their series-founding character aging. Dante is not getting younger, physically it's not really a problem for him, but emotionally? This man should have gotten a mental retire like, after dmc4. I mean it. He shouldn't get sucked into another Sparda legacy drama, please no. Same for Vergil, man needs a gramophone, his bro to retire with, a library card and some freakin knitting needles or smth.
DMC1 started with the second lowest low the twins relationship had ever been at, DMC3 showed the divide of their relationship, DMC4 was the ghost of it and DMC5 had been the fallout of 20+ years of not-cooing-with-trauma. 5 ends with a perfect ending the twins were gifted by Hideaki Itsuno (bless the man), there is nowhere meaningful to take them.
(This is where I would have ranted about Mundus and how HE should be the main boss of the series, but he was sealed off and manga says twins could have defeated him even in their twenties and capcom did not freakin retcon that)
Alas, this would have been my answer if you haven't added the mandatory twins rule xD (to be fair, it does sound like a rule executives force on a new game, cause how would they ever let go of idols like Dante&Vergil? the bois sell better than hot cookies)
This is where I go in reverse mode, because I think the post is actually onto something. A new game about twins conquering different regions/levels of Hell and fighting cool Hell Lords the entire time. It would also be a good opportunity for some worldbuilding overhaul I keep ranting about in every single ask!
The only gameplay feature I can imagine for the game, the one that was MUCH requested and so close to properly implemented in 5 should ABSOLUTELY return - proper coop. Not sure if splitscreen would work optimisation-wise, but they should freakin try. RE engine turned out to be surprisingly adaptable and works insanely well in 5.
Character abilities wise - DMC5 is a goddamn masterpiece of slasher, I have absolutely no idea how to make it better. Dante alone requires you to study in Combo University for four years, and Vergil would freakin make you meditate in a cave without food or water for another four.
If the narrative could take a double plotlines structure and Nero would have his own adventures in the human world, it would be nice to give him more attention as well. And an opportunity for some new devil hunter characters (Master Summoner Patty) !
If DMC6 ever happens then Mundus HAS to be the endgame come on, that is (1) plotline DMC has hanging and it would be EPIC to make.
Twins-relationship wise I expect a Lot of banter. It would be awesome to have the second twin be AI piloted around the level with you.
As for bonding? Mixed feelings. Twins will have lots of time to learn to work together again, but I am not sure they can actually heal while in Hell. Hell trip is a constant run from and into violence, demon horders, hunting and being pursued in a maddening never-ending circle untill the twins are able to escape. This is not the best situation for healing, honest conversations, or supportive moments. Plus, the twins entire lives revolve around violence, I can only wish one day they can settle in a calm environment to learn to live without it too.
btw the last two sentences are like, the premise of Raven's @stashoflostsouls newest Take a trip or two awesome fic, definitely check it and her other works out if you liked the previous paragraph
So yeah, I believe the twins will progress a lot during their escapades, but the reforging of their brotherhood can only fully happen outside the violence they are regularly thrown into, and a retirement plot doesn't really sound like a good idea for a slasher game, does it.
as always, the rambles got the best of me.
tldr: Personally, I think the twins' story is done and they should be allowed to happily retire, but if the story continuing to revolve around them is the mandatory rule then my best guess is a cool slasher in Hell. Still, it wouldn't fully mend the twins relationship, even if the game would probably be very satisfying to play
(have you seen the coop mod videos online? those clips are insane)
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