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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!! :)))

MASTER LIST FOR TUMBLR

#vergil #devil may cry #vergil devil may cry #devil may cry 5 #devil may cry vergil #dmc #Dante and Lady are also here #vergil x reader #vergil x male reader #fan fic #oneshot #fan fiction #resposted from my AO3 #dmc fanfiction #devil may cry fanfiction #devil trigger #request #sorry this took so long #I had it over halfway done and then rewrote it because I didn't like how it sounded #(waited too long in between writing and finishing it lmao) #I hope yall like it #Might be a bit rusty since it's been a hot minute but i think it turned out decent #more coming soon ;)) #Also might have another requested fic coming soon since it starts with the twins' birthday #(which I h/c to be 21st Dec. 1980)

[sednonamoris]

love, too, will ruin us

Pairing: John Price x gn!reader

Summary: You and Price take advantage of a rare sunny day in England over leave. The brief foray into civilian life has your imagination running wild.

Warnings: Penetrative sex (vague), strong language, mild angst, fluff, two raging nationalists in a relationship

Word count: 1,497

A/N: Resposting the fourth installment of my ‘hellhound’ series (cross-posted to AO3) bc tumblr ate the end of the last one and I didn’t catch it until just now 🤦‍♀️ Reading the others isn’t technically necessary but they do provide context for Price and Hound’s relationship - cheers!!

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It’s cruel to let yourself dream of domesticity, but when he fucks you slow in late morning light it’s hard not to imagine every day starting this way. Images of a shared flat join the stars behind your eyelids when pleasure overwhelms your senses. Breakfasts for two accompany the taste of him on your tongue. You hear phantom rows over whose turn it is to do dishes between hot breaths panted into your neck.

War brought you together, so long ago now, but who might you be without it? Is there a future where you won’t watch him bleed out full of bullet holes? Where you both come home for mornings like this and stay? 

John’s teeth graze the skin of your neck and you shiver.

“Distracted, are we?” he teases past the dark blue lust in his eyes. 

“Oh, you know,” you say like you weren’t just lost in maybes and almosts and wouldn’t it be nice somedays. “Fancied a birdwatch this morning, but someone just couldn’t get enough of me. All I’ve seen so far is the English Morning-Woodcock.” 

The roll of his eyes is heavier than the press of his warm body on yours, and you can’t help the grin that steals across your face.

“You think you’re so clever,” he groans. 

“Up here for thinkin’,” you quip back, half breathless. It becomes a moan when he pistons his hips into yours just so. 

“Down there for dancing, is that how it goes?” Smug bastard.

“We’ll make a proper Irishman of you yet.”

He shakes his head to hide a smile, crooked and unguarded in the lines of too-bright sunshine that peek through slatted blinds. “Shut up and let me fuck you.” 

“Yes, sir.”

“Cheeky,” he warns before kissing the smile off your lips. 

You can’t find it in yourself to mind as he guides your body to the peak of its pleasure, hands tracing familiar skin, scars, sins. Yours wander over him as well, fingers running against the hairs on his chest, palms smoothing over battle scars, nails raking down the span of his shoulders. He comes undone with a sigh of your name so sweet that the pleasant ache between your legs dulls in comparison to the one in your chest. 

You’ll never get tired of how much you love him. You’ll never not want to keep him here with you in these quiet moments forever.

But this, as ever, is a momentary reprieve. You settle back into crisp white hotel sheets and stretch your limbs after a morning spent twisted in every position. John presses a warm kiss to your forehead before he rolls over to use the bathroom. He comes back with a wet rag - just the perfect temperature - to clean you up. 

“Did you have anything else planned over leave?” you ask.

He looks up from between your bare thighs with a spark of mischief in his eyes. “The only thing I ever plan on is you, love. Could stay here all day if you let me.”

The smile that overtakes your face is wide and entirely sappy and you see it mirrored in the creases at the corners of his eyes. 

“Well I have plans,” you say. “Get dressed, you’re coming, too.”

—

“Please tell me your plans involve more than going to the chippy up the road,” Price says. 

“Obviously,” you roll your eyes at him as you join the queue. “We’ll have a nice stroll in the park, too. Can’t stay inside the one day it isn’t pissing rain in England.”

He shakes his head. “Coming from a Paddy.”

“Your Paddy, so watch it, cunt.” 

The woman behind the counter interrupts your bickering to ask after your orders. John pays for you both, but not without a cheeky comment from you about reparations that even the chip lady laughs at. 

When you step back out into the street the hustle and bustle of London greets you. The sun shines bright and unabashed by the smattering of clouds in the early afternoon sky - fluffy and white, for once. The shopfronts you pass by are crowded, full up with loudly dressed passers-by and lively conversations that echo across busy streets. Everyone and their mother is out enjoying the day. After so long on the job crowds like this can set your teeth on edge, but the park isn’t that far, now.

Parents and lovers and little old ladies have set up on blankets across the sprawling green lawns. Children race across the green with wild shrieking laughter. Some play tag and others pilot kites and more still chant childhood songs and beg their parents to join in. Wicker baskets with packed lunches wrapped in wax paper and love dot the landscape, one for every picnic blanket making its biannual appearance along with the sunshine. 

John’s hand is warm in yours as you drag him over to the one unoccupied bench. Dappled sunlight filters through the shade of the chestnut trees that line the little paved path and streaks the blue of his eyes with gold when he looks over at you. Side by side, the two of you enjoy the day. You eat your meal in pleasant quiet, occasionally stealing one of John’s chips just to see that fond exasperation he saves for you cross his face.

He takes the trash for the both of you to the bin once you’ve finished. You take the time to appreciate his soldier’s physique in light civilian clothes. His smile is warmer than the sun on his return, and you feel yourself burn up with it.

“Thank you for this, love.”

You lean into his side and watch the old man feeding the pigeons and the single mother wrangling her gaggle of children and the teens awkwardly holding hands. “Sometimes it’s easy to forget why we do it. What we fight for,” you say.

He hums something like an affirmative. 

“I like stealing moments like this,” you continue. “Neither of us is ready to retire - might not ever be, and that’s the truth - but it’s nice to imagine, you know? Getting old and settling down and doing daft shite like taking a weekend off and going to the park.”

He wraps an arm around your shoulder and squeezes, leans over to press a kiss to your temple.

“You could have that with someone else, you know,” he says with the quiet sadness that eats at him always. 

“What’s an old war criminal like me got to offer anyone but an old war criminal like you?” you scoff, only half teasing. He doesn’t laugh. “Thought you’d figured out by now, I don’t want that with someone else - anyone else.”

The sigh he lets out rattles his whole body. He turns, then, taking your hands in his and looking you right in the eye. You suddenly feel exposed in the wake of such a confession, even though you’ve lost count of the times and ways you’ve told John you love him. There’s a seriousness and gravity to his expression that has you holding your breath. 

“I love you, too,” John Price says. There’s an apology in the depths of his eyes - for taking so long, for wasting the time you’ve had together, for a thousand other things you’ve already forgiven him for - but all you can think is finally. Finally he says it. Out loud. In the park. Under the sun in the sky for everyone to see. “Can’t promise you anything but myself, and it’s a poor prize, but you’re just mad enough to want it.” 

You grin so wide it hurts, and he can’t help but mirror with a smile of his own, eyes crinkled and sparkling.

“Barking mad,” you agree, and kiss him before he can complain about the awful pun at a time like this. 

It’s chaste - you’re still in public - but it somehow feels more passionate than the open-mouthed kisses you’d branded on each other’s bodies just a few hours earlier with only skin to separate you. Right there on the park bench you tear your heart out of your chest and hand it to him, dripping and bloody and raw but his all the same. 

You’re still smiling when you pull away. He ducks his head, cheeks flushed. Even after so long together he’s unprepared to take the full force of your affection.

“In this imaginary retirement of yours,” he asks after a moment, “do we have a flat?”

You hum an affirmative. “A nice cosy one. In Ireland, obviously. You won’t catch me dead retired in fucking England.” 

“Oh?” he challenges with a crooked smile. “Had my heart set on Liverpool, right next to the stadium. I’ll get us season tickets, we can go to every game.”

“I’ll fly you out to every bloody game if that’s what it takes, just spare me, please,” you groan. 

He laughs. It’s a sound so easy to imagine forever to. 

For the second time today, you let yourself.

#captain john price x reader #john price x reader #fran writes #it was only missing a few lines but they are SO IMPORTANT OMG #anyways. have this again #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #cod mwii x reader

[decarbry]

If you’re here for BNHA/Yabureme content, here’s what you should know!

Yabureme is my Nomu!Aizawa AU in which Aizawa is kidnapped by the League of Villains during the raid on the USJ. It’s an Erasermic-centric AU and they’re married at the time of the kidnapping.

The story is being told in mixed media form and can be followed here: Yabureme on AO3

All Yabureme content, including side comics, concepts, sketches, answered asked, etc, can be found at the tag here: Everything Else Yabureme

Regarding Content Creation

I am totally fine with others creating content for Yabureme - however, since the AU has a set story and it’s just a case of me creating the pages in order to tell it, please mark any writing or storytelling art as non-canon! And then send me a link or tag me so that I can read and share it! SFW only, please do not send me NSFW content

I am also fine with others taking inspiration from Yabureme’s design for their own Nomu AUs but would appreciate a credit if you use the full design. I’m not the first person to give him multiple eyes and hands.

However, please do not use my actual artwork in any capacity, including resposting with credit. If you see my artwork under any username but decarbry, even with credit, it’s been posted without permission.

Thanks!

#text post #new pinned post! I’ve gotten a few questions that I wanted to be able to answer easier #plus I think my asks aren’t sending when replying in private idk #I know some people have had issue with the tags not working #but they work for me on mobile and desktop and I don’t know how to fix it #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

[ad1thi]

ao3 ask meme

tagged by: @omg-just-peachy

What is your total word count on AO3?

124, 975

How many fandoms have you written for?

On AO3, 4: MCU, H5O, Criminal Minds and TVD, but overall, much much more

What were your top 5 fics by kudos?

the dumbest genius alive (stuckony)

1000 lives (for you) (buckytony)

the second (love of his life) (buckytony)

princely duties (thortony)

captain americana and the heartbreak prince (stevetony)

i like that i have a good mix of ships here

Do you respond to comments - why, why not?

I didn't used too, but now I do, as much as possible

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

i do more hopeful/ambiguous endings than happy endings so i would say moments of beauty bc it ends with tony saying yes to bucky's proposal

What’s your fic with the angsty-est ending?

i actually do have an answer for this bc i just resposted this fic - four weddings and a funeral

Do you write smut? if so, what kind?

i guess it depends on who you ask? i have written nsfw-adjacent ficlets but i dont know if i would call them outright smut

Do you write crossovers?

yes and no? i don't cross fictional characters but i will write stuff inspired by other universes, like buckytony in Superstore for example

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

a couple of times, but i try to not let it get to me

What is your all time favourite pairing?

it changes all the time but for MCU i would say rhodeytony and buckytony are strong contenders

What is a fic you would like to finish but don’t think you ever will?

if it's still up on AO3 then i'm reasonably certain i will finish it, and I don't want to jinx the ones not on AO3 by saying that i won't

Writing strengths?

ive been told im good at characterisations and character studies

Writing weaknesses?

i would say dialogue, and story cohesiveness. i struggle a lot with remembering plot-lines that i myself would've peppered into previous chapters or parts of stories, and its one of the main reasons why i often shy away from multi-chaptered stories

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

harry potter, or percy jackson. actually it might've been mortal instruments. im not sure it was almost a decade ago now; ive been writing on and off for about 8/9 years

What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

i think i have to say begin again, but this is me trying also holds an extremely special place in my heart and im hoping everybody else likes it as much as i do (and Amy does, she's my #1 cheerleader for this fic)

#tumblr tagged memes #my writing #amy tag #you might look at my titles and think im a massive taylor swift stan #but actually thats all amy i just have a swiftie for a beta #(who is amazing btw she gets 12% of the credit for all my fics)

[lilrexsoka]

Following certain events amongst my community, I shall make this post for those who own social media and content sharing apps.

I must iterate- DO NOT republish, repost or use another’s work in anyway without direct permission.

Even if they do not have any rules against it blatantly, even if ‘The content falls under fair use because it’s already based on someone else’s work,’ even if they say they don’t mind other things.

If they don’t have a specific allowance on reposting on their works, assume they do not want any resposts.

Believe it or not, this is stealing. You’re taking someone else’s hard work and reuploading it without their consent. No matter if you say it’s not yours and link the author, you’re stealing.

If you want to publish the artwork or fic on another site, you must ask first. You do not own that work. They do.

You can get into serious trouble for stealing. Don’t do it. And think. If something you were proud of was stolen, wouldn’t you be upset too?

Please, always link the author or artist. Do not take content that is not yours.

This includes-

- reuploads to AO3/FF.net/Wattpad and other fanfiction websites that are not your own.

-The use of art in profile pictures, banners, title pages and anything inbetween. Just because you find it on the internet, does not mean the author gave you permission to use it.

-Media sharing apps like Tumblr, Twitter, Pinterest, DeviantArt, Instagram, etc. Reblogs and retweets are not the same as reuploads.

It doesn’t matter if you give credit or explicitly make it clear that the work isn’t yours. Without permission DIRECTLY FROM THE ORIGINAL ARTIST/AUTHOR you have no right to use that content in any way.

#just had to rant #this didnt happen to me luckily #though a friend of mine is very frustrated #stealing #this goes out to all the writers and artists #community post #attention all content creators and viewers #reuploads #permission #reposts

[bakubabes-tatakae]

Meant x reader instead of mc. oops. I am hoping for pre established relationship, I am only seeing ones where Yami and Reader are already in a relationship, if that's okay with you😊

Get To Know You Better || {NSFW} Yami Sukehiro x fem!Reader

AO3 Link 

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, 18+ content, one night stand, biting, dirty talk

Word Count: 1.2k

Yami Sukehiro stood across the bar, leaning against the wall. His eyes were trained on the figure of a woman sitting on a barstool next to one of his squad members. Vanessa Enoteca had brought you along to drink, her best friend of six years. Yami had always been a sucker for a girl who could handle her liquor and you were even giving Vanessa a run for her money. And damn, did you look good doing it.

You caught the muscular man’s eyes on you, and as your eyes trailed down his body you caught the symbol on his squad robe. Black Bulls. You looked over at Vanessa, leaning back against the bar. “Is that who I think it is?”

Vanessa looked up from her drink, following your eyes. “Who? The guys against the wall in the Black Bulls robe?”

You gave her a dastardly smile, answering her question. The wheels were turning in your head, the things you would do to a man like him.

Vanessa chuckled at you. “That’s Captain Yami Sukehiro… and I think he’s got his eyes on you Y/n. I’ve been trying to get with that for a long time. If I were you, I’d take the chance.”

Yami and you locked eyes and you bit her lip. Yami placed a cigarette between his lips and sparked it up. You took that as your invitation.

You stood from the barstool and left your drink behind you, slowly walking through the crowd to the mysterious man with black hair. When you reached him you leaned on the wall beside him. He took a drag from his cigarette, focusing his attention on your curves. You broke the silence. “I hear you’re a Magic Knight Squad Captain.”

Yami huffed. “You heard correctly.” He held his pack of cigarettes out to you. “The name’s Yami.”

You took one from him, placing it between your own lips. “I’m Y/n, I know who you are.” He reached over to you and lit your cigarette. “I wouldn’t mind getting to know you a little better tho.” You winked at him, sending a shiver down his spine.

Yami leaned forward and put his arms on both sides of the wall you were leaning against, hovering in front of you. “If you really wanna get to know me, why don’t we blow this joint?”

You took a drag and blew the smoke up in the air. “Sounds like a plan to me.”

* * * * * *

The Black Bulls hideout was definitely well hidden. Not only was the entire hideout well hidden, but so was Yami’s bedroom. You made your way down the hallway of the underground in the building, the hallway looked more like a cave than it did the inside of any living space.

When the two of you reached the door to his room he pushed you up against it, his lips caressing your neck and leaving small hickeys along your skin. Your hands wandered around his strong chest, the temptation to rip apart his white tank top almost overtaking you.

Yami’s hands wandered your body, exploring every crevice, exciting himself, along with you. Yami prompted you to jump into his arms, using the opportunity to open the door to his room, pushing you against the back of it to close the two of you off from the other magic knights in his squad.

You intertwined your fingers through his hair and with an almost animal-like ferocity he pinned you to his mattress. Your leggings were easy enough to remove, one swift yank from this man had them falling to the floor.

Yami slowly trailed small nibbles down your stomach, stopping as he reached your waist. The stubble on his chin tickled the inside of your thighs as he kissed them, spreading your legs apart to expose your throbbing clit. “I see you’re ready for me.” Before you could answer him he set to work on his dinner. Small strokes from his tongue sent tingles up your whole body, causing you to almost come undone, just at the small touch. Yami smirked against your folds. “You like that princess?”

You could only muster a nod and a small moan escaped your lips. The man was ruthless, he had you practically begging for more.

Yami looked up at you, just the look of pleasure on your face had his erection growing painful against his pants, begging to spring forth. He couldn’t take it anymore. Before he could claim dominance on you, you used your leverage to your advantage, flipping him onto his back and straddling his waist. You unzipped his pants and pulled them down, taking his boxers with them. His erection sprang free, it didn’t look like you would have to do much to get him ready for you.

You buried your face into Yami’s neck, nibbling on it slightly, causing a small noise to come from him. You could feel his length throb against your thigh. He wanted you just as badly as you wanted him.

You placed your hand over his length, rubbing his precum over the tip, causing him to throw his head back against the pillow. You positioned him at your entrance and lowered yourself onto his girth. You stretched around him and he started to move his hips. You easily matched his movements, thrust after thrust putting you each in a state of bliss. You placed your hands on his chest and threw your head back in pleasure, sliding your hands down his chest, leaving small scratches down his chiseled pecs.

Yami placed his strong hands on your ass cheeks and guided you up and down on his length at an intense speed. He was coming close to his climax, and by the feeling of your walls closing in on him, you were too. He planted a smack on your ass, growling as you let out a small scream.

As he finally reached his ecstasy he slowed his hips, your walls had tightened around him completely, the warmth of your cum sending him over the edge as he filled you with his seed.

You collapsed to the side of him, the two of you trying to catch your breath. Yami reached over to his bedside table, taking his pack of cigarettes and lighting one up, the taste of the nicotine coating his throat. He closed his eyes and exhaled, feeling a pair of legs straddling his waist, causing him to open his eyes again.

You stared back at him, your eyes full of lust. “I don’t think I’ve gotten to know you quite well enough Yami Sukehiro.” You placed your lips to his and pulled on his bottom lips gently with your teeth.

Yami chuckled, taking another drag before putting it out in his ashtray, flipping you onto your back. “Then let me tell you a little more, dirty girl.”

Revamped: 4/20/2021

©bakubabes-hatake's original content, please do not respost/modify without my permission

#yami sukehiro #yami #sukehiro #yami x reader #sukehiro x reader #yami sukehiro x reader #yami imagines #yami fanfic #yami fanfiction #sukehiro imagines #sukehiro fanfic #sukehiro fanfiction #yami sukehiro fanfic #yami sukehiro imagines #yami sukehiro fanfiction #imagines #anime imagines #anime #fanfiction #fanfic #anime fanfic #anime fanfiction #black clover #black clover imagines #black clover fanfic #black clover x reader #black clover fanfiction #request #ask harlie #bakubabes-hatake

[tsukidrama]

okay— I’m not tellling you you have to work hard to fix all of this because that’s a lot just for a tumblr page but *please* don’t delete all your works. I’m a big fan of yours and your writing means a lot to me. I don’t know if you’re including the road not taken, but even if you aren’t I want to tell you have much that fic means to me. it’s gotten me through so many shitty times in my life and I’m so grateful that you wrote it dude.

tumblr is a stressful piece of shit sometimes, sometimes you need to take a break, but please don’t delete it all. I know I’m in no place to ask this of you as you don’t know me and I’ve never sent an anon here before but please consider it. if you need to put your mental health first I understand and support that.

if this comes off as ignorant or asshole-y in anyway please know that that wasn’t my intention at all.

I love all your writing and I hope things get better soon. <3

i won't delete them. honeslty i feel so stupid getting as upset as i am over a tumblr blog and the dumbass website glitching but my life is genuinely crap so this is one of if not the only positive outlets i have. somebody else helped me copy and paste everything from ao3 into drafts so i just need to format it the way i want it, and i'll respost everything that got deleted. probably starting later today.

it doesn't come off as ignorant or asshole-y really, it just makes me sad that people will only say things like this to me when i'm thinking about deleting my blog or killing myself. this is an incredibly sweet and kind message, and it genuinely turned my mood around a little to wake up to this morning. i really am gatteful to hear that, thank you. i just wish i didn't have to liveblog my mental breakdowns to get that.

#tsuki answers

[breeeliss]

Alrighty, so if you haven’t heard from July 2nd until July 15th, people from the fandom will be participating in Miraculous Content Creator Blackout ( @miraculousblackout ) in order to protest the rampant art theft that has been affecting many creators in the fandom. In essence, people are committing to pausing content creation, freezing any ML related blogging, and spreading information about art theft. 

Now, for the sake of transparency, I will say that I am personally choosing not to halt my blog and will continue to post my writing. This is a personal decision and is in no way meant to delegitimize the protest. Many of you follow me for my writing, and I do not wish to deprive you all of that. I also want to continue to support ML artists and writers by continuing to reblog their work.

However!! I do want to say something about content theft and what can be done to prevent it. 

Etiquette

There’s really murky legalities around fanart/derivative works and copyright claims over the owners of the characters depicted. To save the legal jargon, I feel like this boils down very easily to a certain standard of respect and etiquette for people who put labor into creating any form of content. 

You do not have any right to decide how art/writing is used if you do not own it/did not create it. Very simple. Not yours? You don’t have a right to decide how it’s used. That right belongs entirely to an artist. This means that an artist can decide how they wish for you to interact with their creations, and it is basic etiquette and decency to respect those wishes. 

Acceptable forms of interaction usually involve interacting with the original post. So liking/reblogging/retweeting/etc. the original post, leaving comments, sending the artist messages about the post, etc. are great ways of appreciating art. It gets the artists hits and notes and it’s a great way to ensure they’re getting credit for their work. 

Now if you want to post art somewhere else, put it in a video, translate a fic you found, etc., always ask the artist for permission first just to be safe. It’s best to ask and get permission rather than assume it’s okay and upset an artist. Now if an artist says no, your job is to respect that decision and interact with their art in the way they’re comfortable with. If you’re thinking of interacting with an artist’s work in a way that they have not explicitly approved of, always always always ask to be sure. 

This also goes for tracing, taking another person’s art and putting it into your own creation, slapping art on merchandise without the artist’s permission, etc. Don’t do it without express permission. 

If ever you find yourself asking, “but I said it’s not mine!,” “I’m giving publicity to the artist,” “it’s art on the Internet I can do what I want,” refer to the bolded text: you do not have any right to decide how art/writing is used if you do not own it/did not create it.

What do I do if I’ve found stolen/reposted art?

First, make sure that it is indeed stolen/reposted. Good way to tell is to check watermarks, check posts, and check tags. A very quick and easy way to make sure the poster of the art is actually the artist is to check the art for watermarks and see if it matches the username of the poster. Now this often isn’t ironclad, so another good way to check is to read the posts of the original work. If you see someone saying “credits to the artist,” “look at this pretty art I found,” etc. you can be sure it’s a reposting. Checking the tags is another good method that I’ve used. A lot of artists tend to tag their art with things like #mine, #myart, etc. and that’s a good way to tell if the post is original. 

Now, if you can’t figure out who the artist is or you’re not sure if this is stolen/reposted, another good method is doing a reverse image search on Google. Google allows you to search by image rather than keywords and will show you every website in which the image appears. This is usually a very good way to try and see not only where else this image appears, but where it originated from. This is also good for people who find art randomly on Google and want to find the original artist to ask them permission to use their art. 

If you think art you’ve seen is stolen/reposted, it’s best to notify the artist right away before taking any action on their behalf. Simply sending them a link to what you think may be reposted art is often the best thing to do so that they’re aware and they can proceed from there. Be very careful about sending reports on behalf of others until you’re positive that is the method they wish to proceed with. If you know for sure that the artist does not condone reposting, you could report art “on the behalf of the artist.” 

Now, not only is it very possible that a thief/reposter will refuse to take down the stolen art, but it also happens quite often if the constant art theft posts made by fandom artists wasn’t enough of a hint. If talking to the thief/reposter first doesn’t work, that’s where you report the post/user. 

So how do I report stolen/reposted art?

@wintermoth has this really amazing comprehensive guide for artists that want to report their stolen/reposted art that you can find right here. As mentioned before, if you are not the artist of the stolen art, it’s usually best to notify the artist first and make sure to submit reports “on the behalf of the artist” if you’re 100% sure they do not condone that method of theft/reposting and are fine with fans reporting on their behalf. 

What about fics?

Same policies apply. If you want to translate a fic or throw it up on another website (such as Wattpad) that is something you need to ask the writer first and give them the proper credits. When it comes to fanfiction, the best thing you can do for a writer is reblog, like, comment, bookmark, gives kudos, and circulate links to the original piece. Anything past that needs the express permission of the writer. I don’t think I need to say that outright plagiarism of fics is nothing short of theft. 

This also goes for fandubs, using fics in comics, etc. Ask the writer! Sometimes we’re happy to let you dub over our work, translate it, and put our fics in comics so long as you let us know, credit us, and link back to our original writing. If a writer happens to not be okay with that under any circumstances, that is something that you need to respect. Once more:  you do not have any right to decide how art/writing is used if you do not own it/did not create it.

When it comes to reporting fics, you’re likely going to be doing that either on AO3, Fanfiction.net, Tumblr, or Wattpad. 

AO3: you can use this Report Abuse Form to file a complaint if you think that your writing has been plagiarized. This usually works for unauthorized posting of your fics and outright stealing your fics. Have links available and be as specific as you can in explaining what sort of offense was committed. 

Fanfiction.net: you can visit their Support page and email their support team with a complaint about abuse by putting the word “abuse” somewhere in the subject of the email. Again, provide as many links as you can and be thorough in your explanation (typically it suffices to say that you believe your story has been plagiarized or resposted without your permission)

Wattpad: you can visit their page on How to Report a Story. Essentially what you’ll want to do is go to the description of the story that you’re reporting and find the “Report this Story” link on the sidebar on your right hand side. When you reach the portion where it asks you to choose the issue you’re having, you’ll select “I have a Copyright violation” and follow the instructions that follow.

Keep in mind that with Wattpad, you have to have an account to see the stories on Wattpad and only the original author can submit a report. So make sure that you notify the original author of the fic if you happen to see their stolen fics on Wattpad. 

Tumblr: similar to stolen/reposted art, you can file a Misattribution/Non-Attribution Abuse Report through Tumblr’s Abuse Page. They make it very easy and simply ask you to provide the link to the stolen fic and the original fic in order to submit the abuse report. 

Again, please visit @miraculousblackout for more information about the blackout. Click these links if you need more Info or want to make a post and need to use Graphics (shoutout to @squirrellygirlart for the one I used above). If you’re an Artist or a Writer and you want to get involved, also check out those links. 

#miraculousblackout #art theft #content theft #psa #miraculous ladybug

[that-gay-guy-from-hell]

The Bed of the Blue Devil: Vergil x G/N Reader

MINORS DNI; THIS IS FOR ADULTS ONLY

SERIOUSLY, GO AWAY!

Summary: Vergil's going through his first rut with you. Reaching the last two or so weeks, Vergil's need had been only increasing. He is going to try and fix that.

BEGINNING NOTES: Requested by @kasianthus ⚰️🧴⚰️ I understand that the sizes I H/C for Vergil’s dick would fucking hurt and (more than likely) kill you; just let me have some fun lmfao. During Dante’s rut fic I tried to keep it kinda realistic, but fuck that; I H/C them with big dicks so take your 16 in. devil and let me be a degenerate. The bed has a framed canopy with curtains; this will make sense later. 🧴⚰️🧴 Top Dom. Vergil x Sub Bottom G/N reader Devil Trigger sex Sin Devil Trigger sex Knotting/breeding kink (this is a rut fic. after all)

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     A small snore caught in your throat as you took a much-needed black-out nap. Today had already been a long day and it wasn’t even noon. All because of a certain blue devil and his unyielding lust. Despite his best efforts, even Vergil is unable to resist his time of rut; something that had been going on for a few weeks now, and things were going well. Vergil had been able to keep himself satisfied and kept you just as such; given you were sore and weren't able to do much else besides sleep. Today, however, it appears that Vergil was having a much harder time satiating his devilish urges.

     The two of you had finished up the third session of the day just shy of three hours ago. You’d fallen asleep almost immediately afterwards and Vergil had snuck off to do some menial housework; a vain attempt at distracting himself. However, it didn’t last; now, he found himself standing at the edge of your shared bed. Watching you.

     He pursed his lips and furrowed his brow, debating if he should wake you. A certain burning heat in his pants told him yes, while he knew damn well you were exhausted. While he was deep in thought, you woke up and rolled over, tiredly biting your lips at the sight of your lover. 

     Vergil’s hair was disheveled and he looked far from his typical refined self. A tattered baggy navy tank top hung over his chest, which was the complete opposite of the black form-fitting yoga pants beneath it. As you stared you noticed that, A, he wasn’t wearing any boxers and, B, his cock was so hard that it practically begged to be touched. 

    You crept your way bit by bit to the edge of the bed; carefully and slowly, to keep him from zoning back in. You licked your lips as you reached out to touch his bulge. The moment your fingers made contact, his eyes flicked down to you. 

     A sultry smile decorated your features as you continued to palm him, earning a small grunt from him. Wanting to hear more, you slowly pulled his pants down. His cock sprung outwards and was already dripping with precum. You were still laying sideways, so the angle was a bit odd, but you placed small kisses along his shaft and ended by giving his cock head a generous lick. 

     This was enough for him to react and join you on the bed. Because of his rut, Vergil had been almost entirely concerned with putting himself inside a different hole rather than your mouth; which, with how rough he has been, you were semi-grateful for. 

     Vergil’s eyes were already glowing. You gave him a warm smile and placed a hand on his cheek, thumbing over him slightly. Cautiously, his lips met with yours. Despite his current affliction, he still did his best to be careful with you. He licked at your lips and you allowed him into your mouth. The kisses were slow and sloppy; mostly because you were still waking up. 

     All the while, he slid his fingers into your underwear and began to play with your aroused sex. Small moans left your mouth as he did his damnedest to make sure you felt good too. Your hand traveled his shirt and you tugged it. The blue devil removed himself from you and ripped off the fabric, before immediately returning to both his heated actions. 

     You broke from his kisses and stayed against his forehead, “Vergil,” one of your hands gently wrapped around his cock, stroking him slightly, "I want you."

     “May I-?” his voice was low and almost meek, asking if he could use his Trigger on you again.

     “Mmn,” you placed a long kiss on his lips, “Of course, Master~ ”

     A hitched breath came from him at the use of that name; one that you’d only learned in the past few weeks that he enjoyed. 

     Vergil leaned up and slid off the bed. He yanked your underwear off of you and removed his pants. A flash of bright cornflower blue filled the room for a split second before he rejoined you on the bed. 

     You couldn’t help but smile at him. Vergil’s Devil Trigger was a rare beautiful sight that you’d been getting plenty of in the past few weeks. However, your pure thoughts were quickly tainted.

     “Shit,” you sputtered out a groan as the blue devil pushed himself inside you, “Vergil- ngh ah~” 

     He placed his forehead against yours. Vergil’s breathing was labored and he was doing everything in his power to take things slowly. You shared a soft kiss with him while you draped your arms over his shoulders. 

     “Vergil,” you whispered against his lips, “You alright? You seem tenser than- Aha~” he roughly pushed the last few inches inside you.

     “I am f-fine,” his breathing hitched as he finally had himself seated within you.

     The two of you shared another few soft kisses before he rolled his hips slightly. You clasped your legs around him as another guttural moan escaped your lips. Taking this as the all-clear, he maintained eye contact as his hips picked up speed. 

     It didn’t take long for him to reach a breakneck pace and for you to come undone underneath him. In his excitement, his wings flew outwards and stretched out wide; just barely missing the canopy’s curtains. Along with that, Vergil began to make noises more akin to that of a snarling beast rather than that of a man. 

     “Vergil, god~” you wrapped your arms around and grabbed his horns tightly.

     The blue devil quickly took the hint and got up, pushing you against one of the walls of the destroyed bedroom. 

     “Oh fuck~ Harder please,” he did as you asked, rutting up into you hard enough that you were seeing stars, “You feel so good, Vergil- Ngh ah~”

     He pushed you harder into the wall, knocking the few re-hung items back down onto the floor. You moved your hands down to his face and slid them underneath the plating, thumbing over his cheekbones. His eyes met with yours again, telling you he was getting close.

     Through heavy breaths, you whispered to him, “Make me yours- I’m all yours. Please, Vergil, I want to feel you fill me, plea- aah~!”

     A loud sharp crying moan left your lips as you felt him push his knot inside you. Vergil let out a low growling groan as he continuously murmured your name in ecstasy. The blue devil ground himself against you as he placed his forehead against yours again. 

     After a few long minutes, he removed himself from your body which made you shiver in return. He moved you back to the bed and proceeded to hover back over you, placing his hands next to your body.

     Despite your tiredness, you knew exactly what he wanted, “Not done yet, are you?”

     With an almost timid look, he broke off his stare from yours. Although it had been nearly four weeks of this pure heated lust, Vergil still hated having to ask you for more; especially when you looked so worn out. 

     “Hey,” you ghosted your hand along one of his wings, which were still unfolded and resting at his sides, “What’s wrong.”

     “Are you sure you are alright with this,” he pursed his lips.

     “Vergil,” you ran a finger along the silvery scales that adorned the side of his neck, “I can handle it and besides,” your hand sat on the back of his neck and helped you lean up, “I thought I belonged to you, or was I mistaken..?” although you knew it wasn’t the smoothest line, you could tell he needed some encouragement.

     A small twitch of his lip allowed a growl to escape him, “You are mine, that is not debatable.”

     “Mnm,” you gently ran your tongue down the same silvery spot as before, “Dunno, with how you’re acting it seems like you--”

     A set of broiling lips met with yours and his hands moved to pin yours down into the bedding. He was determined to steal your breath as he pushed harder into your lips. The blue devil’s wings spread out again as he ground his still throbbing cock against your lower abdomen. Every moan you gave, he devoured greedily. 

     Only once he could feel you practically begging for air did he release his kiss. As you were panting, he remained right there, nipping at your lips. His devilishly sharp teeth punctured your kiss-swollen mouth. Although he didn’t intend to do so, he continued to taste your blood through the small new bites.

     You squirmed underneath him and felt his hands tighten on your arms, digging his claws into your skin, “Vergil- Please, I want to feel you.” 

     Vergil leaned back up and spread his wings out wide, proud of his submissive mate beneath him. However, he didn’t move and just sat kneeling, looking down at you.

     “Wh-what..?” your brow rose in confusion, this was new. 

     His eye broke from yours and he swallowed hard, “May I… ask you something?” He removed his hands from your arms.

     “Of course,” you began to worry that something was wrong.

     “May I try using my other form?” his voice was barely audible and his wings had folded back behind him--showing that he was nervous. 

     “You mean--” a small huff of surprise left your stunned expression, “Your Sin Trigger?”

     He nodded meekly.

     After thinking for a moment, you bit your lip and nodded in agreement, “We can try it, but,” his eyes flicked to yours, “I have a question first, Vergil.”

     “I am listening.”

     “If I need you to stop and tell you to stop; will you be able to?”

     Vergil took a moment to think before giving you a small smirk, “Of course, I can. You’ve held a conversation with me when I am like that.”

     “Conversing with you is much different than you stuffing your cock in me, Vergil,” you winked and gave him a playful smile.

     Vergil’s face darkened with a deep blush; something you weren’t aware could happen in this form, “I understand that, Wanderer,” he leaned back down and whispered into your ear, “I will stop if you ask; please let me try this.”

     You placed a small kiss on his neck, “I trust you.”

     “Thank you,” in return, he gave you a final kiss on the lips before getting off the bed. 

     Another bright blue flash filled the room. The bed creaked as Vergil climbed atop it and hovered back over you, using one of his hands to support himself. Admittedly, you didn’t find his Sin Trigger scary normally, but right now? You felt like trapped prey and he was a large predator who was going to devour you. 

     “I want you to look at me,” his voice was distorted but was still as low and sultry as his previous forms, “please.”

     You felt his other hand and tail move your legs open and pull you closer to his hips, which made you look down.

     “Hey,” he gently and carefully nudged you with his forehead, “Look at me, right in my eyes.”

     Your eyes focused on his and you rested your forehead against his. He was trying to keep you from panicking over him entering your tight insides. The feeling of something very hot and very large poking at your entrance made you unintentionally tense up. 

     “You need to relax, Wanderer,” his voice was low and had a distant sound of begging. 

     “I’m trying,” you whispered against his teeth, “Wish we could kiss…” a small disappointed laugh came from your nose; admittedly, you had forgotten about his lack of lips in this form. 

     A short huff of a chuckle came from him, “I can’t offer you much other than this,” he shyly moved over to the side of your neck and ran his tongue along your collarbones.

     You squirmed and let out a laugh of both surprise and pleasure. The blue devil’s tongue was reminiscent of the sandpaper feeling of a cat’s tongue but was pleasantly hot. As he continued his distracting motions, he slowly pushed his cockhead inside you.

     Instantly there were tears in your eyes and you arched your back, “Fuck~!” you weren’t even sure if you were in pain or not; all you knew, was Vergil just pushed the thickest thing you’d ever taken inside you and it was overwhelming.

     “Easy,” he whispered against your neck and bunted his head against the underside of your jaw, “I’ve got you, just try and relax…”

     With an unintentionally irritated tone, you grumbled at him, “You try saying that when someone shoves a light post up your--aHaAH~” you slid your fingers underneath his shoulder pauldrons to grasp at his shoulders.

     He did his best to stifle his laugh, but was unsuccessful, “What a flattering description…” his voice shifted to a more serious tone, “Do you want me to take it out? I can stop if you--”

     “No!” you hissed at him as you felt him continue to steadily enter, “I can take it.”

     “Are you sure? I don’t want to-”

     “Vergil,” you placed a kiss against his teeth, “Don’t worry about me- ehah~” his cock was at the point where his regular Trigger would be, however, he kept pushing forwards.

     Your eyes rolled back and you arched again, your nails attempting to dig into his thick hide. Vergil let out a low growl as he pushed the rest of himself inside you. After which, he waited. You sputtered out a few fucks and scrunched your face hard. In an attempt to help relax you, the blue devil used his free hand and ran it up your body, stopping to knead against your chest. 

     “Vergil…” you opened your eyes allowing more than a few tears to fall from them.

     Upon seeing your expression, Vergil panicked and tried to remove himself; only to be stopped by your legs that you’d draped around him. The sudden rough yanking of his hips made you shout out a loud moan and tighten your grip. He paused, unsure what to do. Despite not having any pupils, you could tell he was looking over you frantically and his heart was racing.

     Carefully, you used your legs to pull him back to you and re-insert the few inches he had pulled out, “Vergil- Please… I want you to…” you felt him cautiously move back a bit and resulting in you letting out a low moan.

     The blue devil continued these small very controlled motions. Stopping when he felt you weren’t enjoying it and only continuing when you’d squeeze his shoulder. Admittedly, this was the hardest thing that Vergil has had to focus on in a very long time. All he wanted was to feel you, to move freely and quickly, to destroy your insides.

     “Vergil..?” you set your forehead against the side of his neck and whispered, “I want more, please?”

     Without responding, Vergil steadily increased his pace. He leaned back up and rested on his knees. Wanting to move more, he removed your legs from his middle and held them out; allowing him more access to your insides.

     Your back arched as you felt him remove about a third of his length and shove it back in, testing to see if you could handle it. Upon seeing your blissfully half-conscious expression, Vergil gradually removed more and more of himself only to slam back inside you. 

     His pace was steady and rough, now moving as fast as he could. All Vergil wanted was to hear your sweet words and moans, to hear your submission. However, the blue devil was becoming frustrated at the confinement of the bed. 

     A loud groan left your lips as you felt him pull out all the way. Before you could question, you felt him drag you to the edge of the bed. Carefully but still with a rough forcefulness, Vergil buried his cock back inside you. His hands pulled your legs as far out as they could go, without hurting you, and began to move with feverous speed. 

     In his sheer ecstasy, Vergil didn’t really care what was going on around him; all he cared about was you. He stared down at you the entire time, watching your face contort each time he rutted against your innards. The way your grasped at the bedding and were squealing unintelligible gibberish at him. 

     He released his grip on your legs and leaned back down to you, gently licking at your skin again. Vergil wanted to kiss you, to devour your sweet taste; however, this is all he could do. You moved your hands to his horns and held them tightly. If either of you had been in the right mind, you would’ve thought about how touching his burning horns was, not only dangerous but, stupid. But you continued to hold on, despite the scorching of your palms. 

     The blue devil was on cloud nine upon feeling your soft skin against him. His wings flew outwards and caught the canopy’s curtains, tearing them instantly. Vergil’s tail had also begun to mindlessly swing about and managed to hit one of the support beams, snapping it. The canopy collapsed and fell upon the large devil, but he couldn’t care less. 

     Right now, all that was going through his mind was how much he wanted to breed you. To fill you. To knot you. To make you his. That you are his mate. That you belong to him. Only to him. All his. 

     A snarl left the blue devil as his thrusts became shorter and harsher. He had begun to try to push his knot inside you, making you wince slightly; however, you were too fucked out of your mind to care. 

     You pushed your torso against him as hard as you could, grasping his horns tight enough that your knuckles turned colors. A loud crying pleading whimper came from you, “Vergil, please- Fuck-- Please knot me, make me yours~”

     Vergil let out a low growl.

     “Please, I’m yours- all yours, please~!” 

     With that, Vergil fully pushed himself inside you as he arched upwards to let out a tumultuous roar of exhilaration. His wings had fully extended and were stiff while his tail flicked around. The blue devil was in sheer ecstasy.

     While you were also in complete bliss, you also were on the verge of passing out. A shiver ran up your spine as you felt his hot fluids fill your hole instantly, spilling out onto the bed and floor. Your heart was running a million miles an hour and your breathing was hitched. 

     Vergil noticed your seemingly distressed state and laid his forehead on your chest, purring loudly. With the little strength you had, you gently ran your fingers along his upper back and one of his spines. His purring intensified upon your careful touches. 

     A few minutes passed before he attempted to remove himself, only to find that he was still very much stuck within your tight confines. You let out a hiss in pain at his hard tugging and got a mumbled “Sorry” in return. 

     The two of you lay intertwined for nearly ten minutes. In your exhaustion, you had fallen asleep; however, the moment he tried to pull out again, you were wide awake. Vergil held your hips in his hands and pulled his hips back, doing his best to remove himself without hurting you. 

     You could hear the moment his dick left your hole from an audible pop and your low moaning. Your body twitched at the feeling of his seed seeping out of your body. The blue devil stood back for a moment and watched the sight before him; enjoying the fuzzy warm feeling of post-mated jubilation. Slowly backing down through his forms until he was a man once more. 

     “Vergil?” you whispered.

     “Yes? What is it?” He moved over to the side of the bed to get closer to you without pinning you down.

     “I love you,” you turned to look at him with half-opened eyes, “so very much…”

     He smiled and gently thumbed over your cheek, “I love you too, Wanderer…”

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ENDING NOTES: Small note about Sin Trigger Vergil's horns: I figure since there is fire(?) running through them they’d be hot to the touch; like a pot on a stove.

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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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[that-gay-guy-from-hell]

Student and Teacher: Vergil x G/N Reader

Summary: Fight lessons from a certain blue devil.

Beginning Notes: If you haven’t already, please check out Vergil’s H/Cs for his outfit; otherwise, some of this won’t make sense. Bokken are wooden practice swords; in this fic, they are in the Tachi style (since I think that’s what Yamato is?? I don’t know much about sword specifics). Vergil uses the red oak to handicap himself--since they are heavy and break easier. ⚔️🤲⚔️ Vergil x G/N reader Fluff?? I think?? Sexual undertones between the two of you, which you primarily drive.

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INSPIRED BY: Devil May Cry Drabble Challenge, Chapter 3--By: EmpressRhiannon 

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     A small grunt left your lips as you fell face-first into the dirt, earning a small mouth full of the dusty substance. With a small huff of a laugh, you tried to stand back up, however, a heavy boot pushed you right back down. 

     "Ugh. Come on," you felt him dig his heel harder into your back, "Just let me up."

     "You think the enemy will care if you ask them to obey you?" you could practically hear his hubris as he continued to grind his boot against your back, knowing damn well you were going to feel that in the morning, before slowly removing it.

     "No,” you sat up and knelt with your butt resting on your heels, “but they would've put me out of my misery by now."

    "Is that what you want?" Vergil stood behind you and placed a sheathed Yamato against your throat "To die?" 

     You knew that it was dumb but you weren’t just going to let him be so prideful. So, you knocked your head back into Vergil’s body… hitting him right in the nuts. The blue devil jolted back with a grunt and removed Yamato from your neck. Over the years, Vergil had become relatively numb to pain, so it wasn’t that it hurt per se but he didn’t expect it. With intense irritation, Vergil shoved you back down and flipped you over to face him, pinning your wrists above you.

     His eyes narrowed as he let out a low growling grumble, “Fighting dirty won’t work on me, I assure you.”

     “Wha-” embarrassment shot across your face as you wriggled against his grip, “I didn’t- I hit you- There?”

     “Where else would you have hit?”

     “I don’t know,” you pursed your lips and whispered with a small concern, “You alright?”

     He raised a brow, “Do you think I am that weak?”

     “What- no!” you shook your head, “I mean if I got hit like that, pretty sure that would hurt.”

     “Hmph,” he broke off his stare and stood upright, “I am fine. I believe that is enough for today.”

     You sat on your butt and had one knee up where you rested a forearm, “Oh come on one more round?”

     Vergil’s eyes slowly panned down to you.

     “Please?” you pouted slightly.

     A small sigh left his lips as he mindlessly adjusted his coat.

     With a small grunt, you stood up, “What?”

     “Overworking yourself won’t make you improve faster,” he folded his arms.

     You laughed a bit, “I’m just barely warmed up, Vergil. Besides,” quickly you dusted off your lower half, not noticing that Vergil was watching you, “We haven’t even touched any swordsmanship stuff.”

     “Last time we did that,” he sighed, “everything I told you went over your head. I don’t think that you should start with me; perhaps Nero or Dante could--”

     “I already tried them both and neither of them taught me anything new. I even asked Trish, but she won’t train me.”

     “Is that right?” Vergil smirked a bit as he watched your puppy-eyed pout and, as per usual, he couldn’t help but cave, “Fine, stay here a moment,” the blue devil made a portal using Yamato and stepped through, leaving you alone. 

     Now alone, you looked around with a small frown. You had agreed to let the DMC crew use your backyard as a training area; which was greatly appreciated by everyone, however, your lawn was far from happy with the arrangement. 

     As you overlooked your war-torn grass, you noticed some small colorful spots a dozen or so feet away. Your curiosity got the better of you and you decided to meander over to it, having nothing better to do. 

     In a small undisturbed patch of grass, there were countless crocus flowers of all colors; white, yellow, orange, and a single purple one. 

     With a groan, you leaned forwards and carefully picked the lone purple flower. 

     “What are you doing?”

     “Hm?” you stood up and turned to see that Vergil had returned with two bokkens in hand; one white oak, one red oak. 

     He strutted towards you, “What are you doing?” a small curious tilt adorned his brow.

     “Oh! Here,” you smiled and cautiously reached out to the blue devil, moving his coat off to the side a bit, “Got something for you,” he watched you as you carefully tucked the flower into the chest pocket of his vest.

     Vergil chuckled softly with a barely-there smile and locked eyes with you, “You picked me a flower?”

     Your face became flush once more as you tripped over your words, “I know that- that it is kinda… childish… But I thought-"

     “It is a nice gesture,” he had returned to his usual expressionless stare, “especially after hitting me where you did.”

     You laughed slightly, unsure if he was upset about it or not.

     Vergil held out the white bokken, “Shall we begin?”

     Eagerly, you grabbed the weapon and followed him back to the open area from earlier. The blue devil removed his coat. He tossed it off to the side where he had placed Yamato. 

     The two of you crouched in a starting stance, however, Vergil stood right back up. Before you could question, he walked over to you and pushed your leg down with the end of his sword.

     “Too stiff,” he then pushed your far shoulder back, “If we are going to spar then at least make this worth my time.”

     With a small shake of your head and a roll of your eyes, you waited for him to return to his starting spot. A smug smirk tugged at his lips as he stared sharply at you, telling you he meant business. 

     It didn’t take long for the two of you to start destroying the lawn further. You had gotten a few good hits on the blue devil; given he had done the same and you had several welts starting to form. Vergil had to hold back, for obvious reasons; which left the two of you at the same level. A small huff left your lips as you folded your arms, showing that you were done.

     “Done already?” Vergil stopped only a mere foot or so from you, “All that fuss for less than ten minutes?”

     “Actually,” you pursed your lips in thought then slowly smiled, “I have a request, just for today.”

     “I’m listening.”

     “Vergil, I want to have a real match.”

     “In what regard; if you are asking for me to use Yamato-”

     You shook your head, “No, I’m not that insane.”

     “Then what?”

     “I want you to stop holding back,” you approached him and stood directly in front of him.

     The eldest twin looked away from you and gave a rough, almost insulting, chuckle, “Do you have a death wish?”

     “Come on,” you gently grabbed his bicep, “please?”

     He eyed you up and down, mindlessly playing with his teeth and tongue. Vergil shook his head and sighed, “You won’t defeat me.”

     “True, but,” you gave him a shy smile and shrug, “I want to feel you in your entirety,” you gave him a playful flirtatious wink.

     After a minute in thought, he sighed quietly, “Fine,” in an oddly careful and gentle manner, Vergil removed your hand from his arm, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, Wanderer.”

     You flashed him a wide smile and moved back to your starting spot--him doing the same. Admittedly, you were semi-terrified at the notion of how hard this was going to be. Sure, you’ve fought Dante and Nero at their finest, but Vergil’s a completely different ballpark. 

     Instantly the blue devil vanished and you did a shoulder roll; dodging his attack. Springing up to your feet, you saw Vergil standing there with an oddly patronizing look of superiority adorning his features.

     “Come on- is that all you’ve got old man?” you smirked at him, doing your best to stay serious; otherwise he would stop the fight.

    With a small cocky tilt to his brow, he disappeared. You pivoted around and blocked his attack; however, because of the strength difference, you ended up flying back and landing on your ass. Quickly, you moved to kneel and defended against him. The two of you locked into a hold with him pushing down against you. Unsure how to break this, you decided to lunge forwards with your leg--dropping into the splits--and wrapped around his leg. Although you were trying to get him to collapse, you ended up using him as a pivot point and sliding through his legs.

     Up on your feet again, you decided to try some offense, which went as well as you could expect. You couldn’t even touch him. He teleported right after you swung since it gave him a small opening. A startled grunt left your lips as you felt an arm wrap around your middle and his bokken against your throat. He pulled your back snugly against him and kept your arm pinned to your middle. 

     Although it was an enjoyable position, you weren’t going to lose that easily. With all the force you could manage, you knocked your head back into his. You knew it was stupid and that Vergil is a lot stronger than you. However, the eldest twin released you in confusion at your brash action. 

     Breaking away for only a moment, you threw your weapon at him and hit him square in the chest; which distracted him and allowed you to tackle him at the hips. You had him pinned for a brief moment as the two of you tussled; inevitably, however, Vergil flipped you over. Unable to fight your laughter anymore, you let out a hearty laugh and were shocked when Vergil let out a full laugh as well.

     However, once this died down a small warmth found its way to your face as you looked up at the Dark Slayer. His hair had fallen slightly in front of his face and he was staring you down. The longer the two of you stayed, the darker your blush became. 

     Although you’d always stolen glances when you could, you’d never had the opportunity to examine his features. How he had light frown wrinkles permanently upon his brow, even though his expression was relaxed. The way his lips were slightly parted with a small happy tug at the corners and were tantalizingly close to yours. You were watching the plethora of colors in his irises when he finally said something barely audible.

     “Gotcha,” a warm smile spread across his features making his eyes crinkle just a bit at the edges.

     Your eyes widened; not only because of the odd remark but because of the very uncharacteristic expression.

     His brow twitched in disappointment at your reaction and his smile faded, “Sorry,” Vergil stood and stuck out a hand to help you up. Which you gladly took, however, you weren’t done yet. 

     You pushed him back down and pinned him again. In an instinctive reaction, Vergil’s hand shot upwards and he grabbed your neck, hard. A sputtering grunting moan left your lips as you playfully returned the action--much softer than him, that is. 

     Vergil used his other hand to push you back over and returned to pinning you like before. His hand, however, never left your throat. 

     Before you could ask why he left it, the blue devil reapplied pressure to your throat; making you repeat the same noise as prior. 

     He raised a brow and whispered, “Do you find that enjoyable?"

     With a smug grin, you matched his volume in return, “Maybe.”

     “Hmm,” he gave you a smirk in return and gave your throat a gentle squeeze.

     “Ngh,” you gave him a half-lidded look, “Harder.”

     Vergil gave you a confused and almost concerned look.

     “Come on,” you smiled and lightly teased, “Or is that all you’ve got?”

     A sharp gasp left your lips as he clenched his fingers tightly around your throat. He leaned down and whispered right into your ear, “Like that?”

     “Y-yeah,” your breathing was uneven and laced with heavy lust. 

     Another harsh squeeze, which made you let out a louder groan and arch your body; pushing yourself against him. 

     “To think you were the same person that picked me a flower merely a half hour ago,” Vergil leaned up a bit to watch your face as he constricted your neck again, “I didn’t take you to be one to find pleasure in such perverse actions; especially not from me.”

     “Hah,” your face was beyond flushed, “If you only knew half of the things I want you to do to me, Vergil.”

     Instantly, his face was bright red at your words, “I- I beg your pardon?”

     “Uh,” you began to panic, “Nevermind- Just forget what I-”

     You were cut off by a very unsure set of plush lips against yours. As quick as they connected to you, Vergil’s lips departed and he stood up. 

     “Hey-” you sat up and pouted slightly, “Why’d you get up?”

     He didn’t respond, rather, Vergil’s eyes shyly met with yours. 

     With a grunt, you stood up and grabbed his hand, “That was a crappy first kiss, ya know? I didn’t even get to enjoy it…”

     A light pink dusted Vergil’s face as he let out a meek laugh and turned from your gaze. 

     You used your other hand to turn his face back towards you. After a small pause, you slowly placed your lips against his again as your thumb gently caressed his cheekbone. It was short and sweet. The two of you shared a warm smile as you stayed with your foreheads touching. 

     Vergil moved his free hand to your hip and kissed you again. This time it was longer and more confident. Your hand moved down to the side of his neck then to his shoulder, then to his bicep where you held him. It was as passionate as it was gentle. He was nervous, that much was obvious; however, the overwhelming feeling of love from him overtook that part. Cautiously, you let go of the hand that was intertwined with his and moved it up his arm and then to his chest. Both of his hands were placed on your hips and he was kneading into you with his fingertips. 

     The two of you broke from the kiss only to return not a moment later. Vergil’s confidence increased with every passing second as he moved his lips more and more. He gently bit at your lips, asking to enter your mouth; which you allowed him to do. His tongue was hot against the inside of your mouth. You could practically feel his giddiness about this; about finally being able to touch you in such a manner. Vergil moved his hands to the small of your back and kneaded against you.

     A small hiss left your lips as you jerked against him.

     Concerned, he broke from the kiss, “Are you alright?”

     “Bad spot on my back,” you laughed quietly, “Someone dug their boot into me there…”

     “Oh,” his hands moved down to your ass and rested there, “How’s that?”

     “Mmm, better,” you leaned against his forehead and placed your nose beside his, “Hey, Vergil?”

     “Hm?”

     “Can I make a request?” A playful smirk tugged at your lips.

     “I’m listening,” he pulled you closer to him.

     “I want you to stop holding back,” your voice was laced with both nervousness and lust, which made the blue devil chuckle.

     “Do you have a death wish?”

     “I want to feel you in your entirety,” you placed a slow kiss against his lips and felt him shudder slightly.

     “Fine,” he moved to rest the side of his face against yours and huskily whispered into your ear, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, Wanderer.”

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