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they were probably really weird kids

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May I ask for headcanons with Vergil's S/O admiring and seeing his Sin Devil Trigger?

Yes yes yes! Enjoy!

Vergil x Reader Devil Trigger headcannons

-Vergil was initially afraid to show you his Devil Trigger because he was worried you'd get scared and run away from him.

-He tried his best to keep it a secret for as long as he could, but the struggles of battle just wouldn't allow him.

-At one point during a mission you tagged along with, he had to use his DT to slice up a demon that was particularly annoying. He hadn't realized what he'd done until he transformed back and saw you standing there, open-mouthed in awe.

-He couldn't think of anything to say. What would you do? What should he do? He just sort of froze.

-When you snapped out of your daze and expressed your admiration for his super-cool DT form, he could have passed out on the spot.

-You thought his devil trigger was cool?! You weren't scared?! You wanted to see it again?! If he wasn't before, Vergil was now convinced you two were soulmates.

-Once you were in the safety of your own home, Vergil gladly showed off his DT to you, explaining what every feature did, how he could control it, and so on.

-He loves it if you run your hands along his horns, which are cold to the touch and desperately in need of warmth.

-He finds it very amusing when you start grabbing and fondling all his spikes and scales. They're not very sensitive since they're meant to be armor, but if he concentrates, he can just barely feel your touch, and that makes his heart flutter.

-He's now less reluctant to show his true self around you, and sometimes even uses his DT to cuddle with you when you're sick or it's a hot day, since his entire body emanates ice and is basically like a portable ice pack.

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Caleb boyfriend hcs. Short! Reader

I can see the talkative x shy trope with Caleb, him obviously being the talkative one in the relationship while his s/o is a sweet shy girl.

Likes to tease A LOT. And not just in a suggestive way, in every way possible. You want a hug? Mm you have to say it out loud and clear, (even though deep down he knows what you want.)

You can't hide anything from him, he reads you like an open book

Flusters you 24/7. Random headpats, sudden kiss on the cheek and then pretending like nothing happened.

Stares at you while you ramble to him about things that happened throughout your day. Loves when he sees you light up while talking about your favorite show, game, book or anything. He tries to listen, he really does but you are such a distraction.

"Gosh you're cute." He mumbles to himself. "Hm? Did you say something?" You look at him. He puts a strand of hair behind your ear, slowly leans in and lightly kisses your cheek.

If you're short, get ready to be bullied by this man because he will hold things high above your head and tease the life out of you.

You once couldn't get the jam jar because it was on the top shelf. Caleb saw this and came to your way. You thought it was to help you, how naive. Man's picked up the jar and put it on the shelf above it and walked away. You were flabbergasted.

Of course seeing your slightly pouting face, he apologizes and gets you the jar. Gives you kisses on the cheek as extra apology.

Greenest flag ever. Strictly follows the sidewalk rule. Even if you unintentionally happen to be close to the streets, he would exchange places while talking. You wouldn't even notice sometimes.

Gives the best care during periods. If you're on your period, he will bring you to his place, you can't say no to him no matter what. “I can't leave you alone when you're on your period like this. Stay with me for the week, I promise I'll take good care of you."

Has everything ready for you. Pads, pain meds, comfort food. Name anything and he will bring it to you without hesitation.

Will cuddle from behind and rub your abdomen as to soothe the pain.

And if you cry from pain, he will hold you and wipe your tears away. He hates seeing you cry and hates that he can't do more than give you your meds.

Will cook for you all the time. He secretly has a cooking plan made just for you. He loves cooking for you, especially when you compliment his cooking skills and praise him. Hides his face so that you don't see the slight blush on his face.

Baking together? He's all in for it. He lets you take the lead while baking since he knows how much you love it. Will be playful and smudge flour on your face for fun and then laugh.

Is great at comfort and encouraging words. He believes in you more than you believe in yourself sometimes.

100% gamer bf.

Owns a PS5 and also a PC. I can see Caleb playing games like Final Fantasy and Resident Evil.

If you're into cozy games he will definitely check those out too. You wanna play animal crossing together with him? Done. Y'all gonna keep playing and won't even notice the time. He secretly loves playing cozy games. He didn't even himself know until he met you. Never makes fun of you for you taste in game. Games are for fun and comfort. No one should be shamed for that.

You wanna play on his PS5? Uh-uh not so easily. This cheeky guy would let you play on one condition. He sits with his legs crossed and pats on his lap. If you deny, you can say goodbye to the PS5. But, if you obey and sit on his lap, he will literally give you his PS5. You can take it. All yours. He just wants you.

Given your height and size, it's easy and comfy for you to sit on his lap and get hugged while playing. He watches you, placing a kiss on your head every now and then.

Overall, Caleb is a 10/10 boyfriend. He loves you a lot and will always support you no matter what.

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extremely late valentine’s day post heyyy y’all • 3 •

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Knowing that Dante stems from being a rejected backstory for Leon, it would be hilarious to write them interacting bc they would either repel each other for being too similar or get along to the point that others around them wish that had never met

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5 years of Devil May Cry 5? thats craaaazy

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✌️the most powerful halfdemons in the world

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elevating desires (one-shot) victor vale x eli ever

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…·.·.✵.·.·… A/N: This fic was brought to life by a post I saw on Tumblr by 'daphnedumauriwhore' who stated that Eli and Vic being in the same hotel whilst simultaneously trying to hunt each other down is really just hilarious because of the possibility of them accidentally bumping into each other somewhere random like at the breakfast buffet or at the pool. The elevator idea came from 'victorfrankingstein' who said that the thought of them running into each other in an elevator whilst people being present was funny, and in fact I found this terribly funny so I had to do a little something. It's not my best work but I didn't want it to be too long and boring so I did what I could. Who knows, if people end up liking this I may make more chapters based on different scenarios based on other places in the hotel that they can potentially meet... Anyway, this was meant to be the slightest bit funny and the slightest bit serious, but expect the unexpected! I hope you enjoy! <3

…·.·.✵.·.·… Description: Victor Vale is restless and still hung up over the fact that Eli Ever is out there roaming the streets somewhere claiming to be a hero. Perhaps Victor has some sort of gut instinct telling him to leave his apartment and try and locate Eli based on a hunch alone. Or maybe Victor thinks a drink can temporarily solve his unease on Eli's whereabouts. Either way, he finds himself entering an elevator in attempt to leave the hotel so he can figure things out alone. But that all comes to a halt once he realises that Eli is far off from leaving Victor alone.

…·.·.✵.·.·… Ao3 link: Elevating Desires (One-shot) - horridmort - Villains Series - V. E. Schwab [Archive of Our Own]

Victor shrugged his black trench coat on.

Upon hearing a noise, a shift in the silence, Mitch paused. He stopped washing the dishes and instead he twisted his head around to peer over at Victor, who was fixing the collar of his trench with one hand and fetching something in his pockets with the other.

"Treat Syd tonight," Victor ordered, placing a couple dollar bills onto the counter. "Get whatever she wants."

Syd, who was perched over the kitchen counter, craned her head to look up at Victor. He stared back with no expression in his eyes, just pale blue. Sydney knew it was code for "Don't ask about it", which usually meant he wouldn't be around by the time she and Mitch had dinner and were off to bed.

Victor's gaze drifted over to what her hands were occupied with. Observing what seemed to be a half-filled, half-forgotten crossword and a cup of hot chocolate.

Dol rose from his position beside Syd's feet and moved towards Victor's legs. Nuzzling the trims of Victor's coat. Victor looked down, not knowing whether to let his hand muzzle the fur on the dog's head or to shoo it away with his leg.

"Where are you going?" Syd spoke, asking the question Victor dreaded hearing the most. Her eyes strayed downward to Dol, watching as the fuzzball hummed against the fabric of Victor's dark clothes. The dog whined, as if it knew Victor would leave again and come back at an ungodly hour. She pat her knee, causing Dol to swivel his head around to search for the source of sound. He retreated from Victor and decided to settle against Syd's leg once again. Victor straightened his cloak. Pat down his slacks.

"Out," Victor responded, already twisting the handle of the front door. It was the usual response he gave her when she asked such things, which seemed to be quite often as of late. He could see Mitch drying his hands from the corner of his eye, but didn't bother to give his former cell mate a glance.

"Don't stay out too late," she said quickly, just before Victor was inches away from stepping outside of the hotel room. He turned to look at her once again, offering her a ghost of a smile.

"I'll try not to," he said, before shutting the door behind him.

Sydney saw through the lie.

He always smiled before he lied.

In reality, Victor wasn't planning to go that far. Theoretically, he would be back before midnight. But in actuality, he wasn't planning to slip back into the apartment that early. He had some business to take care of.

Privately.

He wouldn't call it progress, but rather just a hunch.

A hunch that was itching Victor the moment the thought came to him.

Eli.

Eli who was plaguing his mind day by day and torturing his sanity. Eli who just kept on getting away. Slipping through his fingers like cascading water.

Victor kissed his teeth. The thought of Eli still running around Merit aggravated him to the core.

With his hands buried deep in each of his cloak's pockets he began walking towards the elevator. He usually preferred taking the stairs, no matter how many there were to descend. Perhaps it was a habit. But today he was feeling a little... let's say, spontaneous.

Mitch would tease Victor, claiming it was because he had an internal fear of elevators - to which Victor responded by grabbing a hold of Mitch's nerves, turning the dial up just a little in warning.

Mitch never teased Victor about anything else after that.

Victor entered the empty elevator, his slender fingers pressing the button which claimed to bring him down to the ground floor. The doors shut and he let himself ponder over the real reason why he avoided elevators. He first thought about how it didn't allow the operator to have much control over their transportation. It was heavily reliant on the carriage itself after ordering it to descend or ascend accordingly. Complete control was something Victor enjoyed having and he realised elevators stripped that from him.

He then thought about how it was so easy for an elevator to malfunction. Although it's machinery wasn't as complex as most of the things found in Merit, there were always articles upon articles on cases which weren't so convenient for someone like Victor to experience. He had already gone several years contained in the same four walls when he was placed in solitary confinement. He couldn't bare to withstand that again.

He also thought about the change in gravity, the change in motion. The change that felt odd at first, unnerving for some, and fear-inducing to many. It was random, but he wondered what Eli would think about elevators and their escalating nature. He'd probably think un-highly of them. Claiming that it goes against God's will. No human should have as much control on their final destination. He'd probably execute the man who brought the idea of elevating carriages to life if they were still around today.

Victor wanted to laugh at that, though he put that thought to a halt once the elevator chimed unexpectedly, opening it's doors at floor four. Victor looked down at the buttons beside him to see whether he asked for the wrong floor or not. To his amusement, it was still heading down to the ground floor.

Three women entered the carriage and he suddenly remembered another reason why he despised elevators so much.

People.

Upon seeing Victor in the carriage they paused their rather loud conversation, shuffled in, and stared at each corner of the carriage to withstand the awkward silence engulfing them. Victor used his ability to create a subconscious aversion around him, the very small and very subtle amounts of pain caused the other passengers to avoid standing too close to him. They avoided making eye contact with him too.

Good. That's just what he wanted.

He didn't bother asking either of the women if they were heading upwards of downwards. Just clicked the elevator doors shut and proceeded his way to the ground floor.

But of course, another interruption just had to surface its way up.

The doors chimed open again. Victor looked up to see that it was only floor three. He cursed himself for booking a hotel room on floor five, if he was lower down it wouldn't be such a hassle.

If he had just taken the stairs, it wouldn't of been such a hassle.

Two men made their way in. Only this time, the two just couldn't stop talking.

Great, Victor thought.

He was too out of it to bother using his power. It would be quite unnatural for him to use it in such a refined space. And so he allowed for the women to stand beside him, allowed their small frames to make physical contact with his lean one, as much as it irked him. Should've wore more layers, he thought.

He tried his best to step into the far left corner of the elevator, that way he felt as though he had more control on what he could see.

"It's all over the news, man, how have you not heard about him?" Asked the man wearing a dark navy three-piece. Victor had easily guessed the man was speaking about Eli. He restrained himself from sighing out loud. The man's olive-skinned fingers made it's way to the buttons of the elevator, just beside Victor. He clicked on the last button which led to the ground floor. The man offered Victor a lopsided smile, to which Victor didn't return. His blond hair was too shiny and teeth too white. It almost ached to look at such a flashy man.

"I don't know, I just don't care about all that EO crap, you know?" Said the other, who was shorter than the blond man but dressed more refined - according to Victor's taste. He loosened the knot of his black tie slightly, fingers unbuttoning the first two buttons on his dress shirt, revealing a glimpse of chest hair.

Victor noticed two of the three women stare at the man who was casually stripping his upper garments. Their hawk eyes were shamelessly zoned in on the exposed flesh of man he had so naturally put on show. He noticed, finally, and then flashed the two women a cheeky smile - a smile that reminded Victor of Eli. It was flirty. Misleading. Destructive.

The women averted their gaze, and Victor observed how their cheeks reddened and watched as one rubbed her hands down her skirt, straightening it out and removing the sweat beading from her clammy hands. He inwardly sighed. He never really understood the art of attraction. The human desire for sexual intimacy and whatnot.

The elevator glided down once again, surprisingly making it's way past the second floor. But that didn't last too long as the carriage came to a stop, yet again. Victor looked up, containing his annoyance. His gaze fell on the sign which read: ONLY CARRIES FOUR PEOPLE.

He didn't have to do a headcount to know that this carriage unfortunately exceeded that limit.

The doors opened again, the words 'floor one' glowing just above. But what the doors revealed this time was certainly not something Victor was expecting.

Not here.

Not now.

Eli blinked. He hesitated a little before quickly regaining his composure. A smile slipped onto his face and Victor felt as though his heart was in his mouth. He stood huddled in that far left corner of the elevator like he was frozen in time. Like somehow Dominic Rushers' abilities were in effect right here and right now in this very elevator.

Eli didn't let his smile fade. He knew the effect he had on Victor and he liked it.

He liked it very much.

The women attempted to get out of the elevator, but they too seemed to be entranced by Eli's presence.

"Excuse me, ladies," he spoke, and Victor felt his voice pierce him. He was still frozen, but that ice on him didn't seem to thaw.

It was burning him.

The women weren't even inches near him anymore, they were at the front of the carriage, yet Victor still felt suffocated. Still felt as though there was a noose clutched around his throat.

Eli shimmied his way in, his hand curving along the shoulder of one of the women in a gentlemanly gesture as he maneuvered past her and into the carriage.

The women dispersed, Victor saw one of them glance backwards at Eli as they ventured onwards. But Eli's eyes were fixed on Victor.

The doors shut and Eli just stood there. His lips still playing that smile Victor hated so much. Eli opened his mouth. Tried to summon the right words but failed. He closed his mouth and instead shook his head. Closed his eyes and laughed to himself.

Victor should've taken him there. Should've taken advantage of his vulnerability. Should've gotten a hold of his nerves and squeezed. Watched the life slip out of his eyes.

But he didn't.

Couldn't.

He was still frozen.

Goddamn, Eli.

Eli opened his eyes and exhaled. Like he was relived. Like seeing Victor right here and in front of him in a fucking elevator was fabulous. Just perfect.

Eli would probably say fate brought them here to this moment.

Victor would've told him that was bullshit.

Eli looked at the two other men in the carriage - or what Victor would like to preferably rename as a torture chamber - and took into account that the two were absolved into a conversation so deep that they didn't realise the Eli Ever was within arms reach.

Eli cut his gaze towards Victor and broke the silence between them, "Well, isn't this amusing,"

"Very," Victor responded, dryly.

Eli smiled, "I have to admit, I wasn't expec-"

"What's your opinion on elevators?"

"I'm sorry," Eli said, face looking overly puzzled. "What?"

"Elevators. What do you think?" Victor said, impatiently.

"I think," he began, looking around the confined space for a good few seconds before narrowing his eyes on Victor. "They can be quite misleading, for example, I requested for the ground floor and instead got you."

"I'm hurt," Victor said, sarcastically.

"Good thing you know how to numb the pain," Eli mused.

Victor spoke through gritted teeth, "I wonder who's fault is that?"

"I'm sorry?" Eli said for a second time, only now it sounded more like an interrogative question. Victor watched as Eli shook his head in disbelief. He really wondered why he kept saying 'sorry', like it wasn't the most useless word in the world, like Eli ever knew what it was like to be in true sorrow. "Are you seriously trying to blame me for your impulsive and reckless choices? Need I remind you, you killed my girlfri-"

"And that wouldn't of ever happened if you didn't decide to go investigate something so far out of your-"

"There he goes," Eli spoke, his smile twisting into something evil. "Blaming my thesis of all things, for his own stupidity. You are a joke, Victor. "

Now, Victor really wished he took the fucking stairs.

"Now that I think about it," Eli said, his voice splitting the silence after realising that Victor wasn't going to respond. "An elevator's convivence of vertical transportation can be compared to that of the path to either heaven or hell. You click one button, you desire and aim for one thing, but end up receiving the other. And why is that? Clearly, it's due to the actions that were made to lead you onto this moment. There was a circumstance doomed to interrupt your path, in other words - a conclusion to your one true fate, no matter how hard you try to strive for your own destination, there is always a destination already written for you."

Of course he'd say something like that.

Victor scoffed in distaste. "I wanted you to say something like that."

"Oh?" Eli spoke with an eyebrow raised. "Did the local church finally manage to make you see the light?"

Victor gave him a blank stare.

"Guess not," Eli muttered to himself.

The elevator chimed and Victor realised he missed the ground floor. Eli glanced sideways to see that the two men on the carriage had already left.

The elevator was already on the highest floor, making it's way down to the bottom floor once again.

They both stood there quietly for a moment after letting their mistake sink in.

"You know, for someone who doesn't believe in God, you sure don't act like it," Eli spoke, causing Victor to narrow his eyes at him. Urging him to elaborate.

"I know you've been on my trail like a man on pilgrimage, you are following me to no end like I'm your last prayer. Your last hope."

Victor scoffed, his lips tilt into a small smile, "You're not the saint you think you are, Eli."

The elevator opened its doors. Victor let his fingers curl, he could feel Eli's nerves in his grasp. It felt as if he were holding his beating heart. He held onto it delicately, like he knew it would bleed darkness and sin if he clutched his pale fingers around it more angrily, more urgently like he had always dreamed of.

Victor gave Eli a final warning before he let the dark haired man step out of the elevator.

"Run."

"Chase me."

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a little jealousy (one-shot) shownu x fem!reader

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ CW: oral sex, vaginal sex, rough sex, masturbation, orgasm denial, clothed sex, slut shaming, degradation, size kink, dirty talk, teasing, jealousy, angry sex, dry humping, spanking

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ SUMMARY: After a night out with your friends you feel insanely good about yourself. Your body is glowing, any weight that was previously on your shoulders had instantly disappeared. You're a woman living your best life. Though, after coming home rather late, and to a husband that was clearly concerned on your whereabouts... let’s just say you get Son Hyunwoo, a little jealous.

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“You’re back late,” a voice spoke out from the shadows of your apartment. You jumped a little, squinting through the darkness until your eyes adjusted enough to make out the huge figure in the corner of the room. You relaxed once his voice and caveman-like body registered in your mind.

Your husband was home.

“And you’re back early,” you countered as you blindly swiped a hand along the wall to switch on the light beside you. Once your hand came in contact with the switch you flicked it, illuminating the hallway but leaving him kept in the shadows in the corner up ahead. You lift your foot in an attempt to unbuckle your shoe. Upon unsuccessful, you shift into a position so odd to do the deed, fully aware that you flash him a view of your panties as you did so.

“Finished work early,” he spoke again. Confirming what you had stated earlier. “Didn’t expect you to have such a knack for the nightlife, huh.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know I had a curfew,” you say smugly. You finally free the shoe from your foot and begin working on the other as you resume to your standing position. You pull on the hems of your skirt.

“What? Is it not short enough?” You speak after he doesn’t respond to your smart comment.

“It’s new,” he states blankly.

“Are you jealous about all the men that got to see my pretty little skirt before you did?”

“I feel no such thing as jealousy ,” he spoke with a bite that made you think otherwise. “Why should I be jealous when at the end of the day, it’s me who you come home to.  I’m the one giving you what you deserve. No one else. Just me.”

His words made your cheeks heat and body warm. You’d never known he could be this possessive. He knew you’d spend days out with your friends on days he was meant to work from dawn til dusk but he never knew how much of a frequent party goer you were. Not that it bothered him, it was just that he was so used to seeing you at home on the days he finished early and so tonight was a surprise.

His response to this amused you. The temptation to come home late everyday was rising with every second of silence that passed through the thick tension in the air.

You pad towards him. Towards the corner he haunts at the corner of your shared bedroom, “I think I need a little help taking this off.”

“I think not,” he says, making you pause in your steps.

“Get on the bed.”

You made no attempt to move. Your nipples hardened at his rough tone but your feet were stapled to the ground. Completely enthralled by the way things were going tonight.

“Get on the fucking bed, Y/n.”

And you do.

You perch at the side of the bed but he waves a hand, unsatisfied, indicating you shimmy along. He doesn’t stop ushering you further away until you reach the center of the bed.

“Good girl,” he praises, “now spread.”

His demanding words alone illicit a trail of heat down to your core. Abiding by his command you lift both of your legs, planting your feet flat on the bed, creating a V-shape as you part your knees and bare your panties to him once again. The hem of your skirt hikes up with the movement allowing goosebumps to line your skin.

“Play with yourself through your panties,” he states.

Hesitantly, your fingers reach down and make contact with the heat of your pussy. You rub, the sensation of the fabric pressing against your growing wetness is enough to make you moan out in pleasure. However, you refrain from making such sound by biting your lip, not wanting to give him your moans if he’s not willing to fuck you just yet.

Your fingers start rubbing faster, chasing release as your panties dampen, leaving a wet spot.

“That’s it, baby. You’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you?” He coos, his voice sounding taunting but so delicious.

“Mhm,” you manage as his perfectly worded praises make your legs quiver and pussy wetter.

He finally leans forward, uncovering himself from the shadowed corner of the room. The light from the hallway only shows you a fraction of his face, but you can still make out the clench of his jaw and his darkened eyes filled with lust.

He props his elbows on his knees as he watches, so intently, at your soaking pussy. It’s difficult to even breathe with his heavy gaze on you, You don’t know whether to feel embarrassed or turned on. Seemingly you feel a mixture of both as his weighted gaze never leaves your pussy.

“Now take them off before I rip them off,” he commands suddenly. You understand what he means immediately and you lift your ass to shimmy your panties off. Revealing your bare pussy to him. You throw your panties at him, to which he gracefully catches and brings to his nose. His eyes close in bliss as he takes in your scent and your eyelids flutter at the sight.

“Moan for me, baby. Let me hear your screams. Let me know how good that pussy feels,” he orders and your fingers immediately go back to touching your clit. This time you sink a finger into your pussy, then another, and another. His intense gaze feels like an invisible cloak of pressure, your thigh twitches as you watch him watch you with the desire to devour you.

“Just watching you is enough to make me come in my pants,” he confesses. You feel yourself growing wetter. Knowing that you have such power over him makes you feel incredibly excited.

“Please, Hyunwoo. I need you,” you beg, having enough with theatrics. You’re done being a somewhat taunting brat and all you want is him inside of you, making you come.

“Yeah? You need my cock?” he says in a mocking voice, your eyes narrow as he releases a wry laugh.

“I love it when you beg. Maybe I’ll let you beg some more before I make you come,” he taunts.

You roll your eyes and start rubbing yourself more, your fingers reach up to your mouth and you clasp your lips around your wet digits - savouring the taste as you slowly pop your fingers out of your mouth. His jaw clenches at the action and you grin in success.

Your fingers dive back into your pussy and you moan loudly for him, messing with him, as you screw your eyes shut and throw your head back. Letting him know it’s you who’s making you feel like this, not him.

Your thighs cradle your hand between your legs, but all of a sudden that hand is ripped away and soft lips immediately takeover. His plump lips suck and pull at your clit as his nose picks up your slick wetness - making dirty, wet noises as he buries himself into you.

He groans into your cunt and grabs your thighs, pushing them further apart and higher so that he can have more access. The feeling of his nose gliding against your pussy is just as good as the feeling of his thick, pink lips kissing your wetness, making sloppy and explicit noises in the room full of darkness.

He sinks his hot tongue inside you, cussing you to moan out in pleasure and grip a handful of his hair. One of his hands immediately go to your ass, squeezing before he slaps so hard the recoil makes your hips buckle.

He chuckles against your pussy, his breath against your bare cunt making your blood feel electrified. As his tongue laps in and out, playing around with your wetness, you feel the bottom of his chin dig into you too, sure that it’s coated wet with your juices.

You grind your pussy against his face, desperate for more of what he can give, and he moans out in pleasure continually as he eats your pussy out.

“Whose pussy is this?” he asks against your cunt, his tongue darts out to lick up and down your clit, making your back arch off the bed.

“Mine. Now make me come already,” you ask of him, impatiently.

He lifts himself from inbetween your legs, and you can’t help yourself but release a whimper at the loss of his touch.

“Wrong fucking answer,” he says, venom laced in his voice. Oh, how you loved this side of him.

You close your legs together, unaware of what he might do next, but he hooks an arm underneath your knees, another arm cradling your shoulders as he lifts you and forcefully places you on his lap. Your ass facing him as your face presses flat against the bed.

“When did you get such a crude mouth?” he asks, referring to your demand for him to make you come, as he brings a hand to knead your ass.

“When you decided to not put your cock inside it. What? Can’t get it up lately?” You ask with a smirk. Fully aware of how hard his cock is underneath you. Pressing against your pussy with a ferocious need.

“Watch your words,” he bites out. He continues kneading for a moment before his hand is removed for a second, until it collides against your flesh with a forceful slap.

You flinch, your low shriek muffled into the mattress, as he kneads away the pain.

“Tell me who owns this pussy,” he asks again.

Wanting more of his delicious slaps you decide to challenge him again, “me, only me.”

Slap.

“You’re not going to come tonight.” he states quietly. Kneading your ass more gently this time.

You twist your head to look at him, he flicks his eyes towards you for a moment before slapping down again. Hard.

“Yes, I am,” you say through gritted teeth.

“You’ll do what I say you do. So if I say you won’t come, then you won’t fucking come . Simple.”

Slap.

Having enough with his games, you move to straddle his lap. Surprisingly, he lets you, not restricting you from your degrading position over his knees. Your bare pussy sits on the crotch of his jeans and you grind against the strange feeling. Your hands clasp his shoulders for balance as you rub yourself on him.

“What are you doing?” he asks, carefully.

“What does it look like I’m doing? Making myself come seeing as you can’t,” you say, eyes fixated below, at the sight of his bulging cock pressing against his jeans.

Before you could argue further he flips you both over, a hand pressed firmly against your neck as he towers above you. He uses his other hand to clasp both of yours above your head. The forcefulness of the sudden action makes you wince.

“Hey,” you grit out, narrowing your eyes at his darkened ones, “being a little gentle wouldn’t hurt nobody.”

He ignores your complaint and presses his firm body against yours. You don’t even realise when and how he slips himself out of his jeans until you feel him entering you in one fluid motion.

The sensation has your eyes rolling backwards and back arching off the mattress. You moan in delight and he captures it with his mouth. His tongue battles with yours as you cry out, legs clasping around his body as he buries deeper inside.

“You feel so fucking right,” he says, moving a hand over to your ass as he squeezes it before giving it a hard slap. “So fucking mine .”

His thrusts make the bed squeak, which fuels your high almost instantly. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying so hard not to come before him.

A hand sweeps over your face, brushing away a strand slick with sweat.

“Go on, come for me,” he urges you, but you turn your face away not wanting to give in just yet.

His hand grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him as he thrusts inside once again, filling himself into you to the hilt. Your lips part at the action but you swallow down the moan before you can give him that satisfaction.

His thrusts get rougher and more urgent, as you deny him.

Good, you thought. The way I like it.

“Fine,” he says with a bite to his tone, “don’t come.”

He pulls out of you and stands up straight. His hands immediately let go of you to fist his cock.

You lay there, stunned, as you watched him get off on the sight of you spread wide for him. Your naked body glistened with sweat and felt awfully sore from his rough touch.

The way he looked at you as he pleasured himself sent shivers down your spine. Your breathing became uneven just from staring at him lose himself to bliss.

His head tipped backward and a deep, sexy groan escaped his lips.

Before you could even gather yourself to sit up straight he found his release. Seed spilling all over your chest.

You feel your pussy pulse with ache at the sight of yourself wet with his come. Your body called for him in ways that made your head feel dizzy.

He seemed to pick up on this need of yours because he immediately lifts an eyebrow, “done being a brat already? I would’ve came all over you before if that’s all it took for you to admit you want me to make you come.”

Your eyes immediately shoot up towards his. You narrow your eyes at him, ignoring the way your core throbbed at his dirty words.

His lips tilt into a smug smile, his hands go over to caress your breasts in soothing motions, “So easy to please, aren’t you?”

You couldn’t respond to that because as soon as you opened your mouth in retaliation he filled you up with his cock.

His thrusts resumed his eager and strong pace once again. You forgot how much stamina this man had. He pumped in and out like it was his favourite sport. His hands slid over every corner of your body, feeling your curves before he gripped your hips.

Your walls clenched around his veiny cock. He grunted in approval and starting fucking you harder than before.

He was reckless.

He pumped a final time before he spilt his release inside you, just as you came from your own high. His body fell on top of yours, overwhelm from his orgasms.

You found yourself cradling his head to your chest. Playing with the slick strands of his hair.

“Earlier you said you feel no such thing as jealousy ,” you mock. He raised his head to look at you. His jaw clenched and his eyes held a fierce gaze that you couldn’t quite decipher. Perhaps he was still mad about earlier.

“You know that I want to be the first one who gets to see all of the slutty little outfits you like to wear,” he said, annoyedly.

So unnecessarily possessive…

“Call the pieces in my closet slutty again and you will regret it,” you joked.

He shook his head and buried himself into the crook of your neck.

“So as I was saying…” you began again.

“Fine,” he grunted into your neck, “maybe.”

“Maybe what?”

“Maybe I was. Just a little.”

“A little what?” You prod. Although he was tucked  to your body you could tell he was internally glaring at you.

“A little jealous,” he mumbled quickly, as if the words physically pained him. You laughed at his behaviour.

“But I thought you feel no such thing as jealousy?” You teased.

“Apparently I do. But don’t get your panties in a twist, it’s just a little jealousy,” he said hurriedly before leaving your embrace to pad into the bathroom and find a towel to clean you both up.

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king of it all (one-shot) könig x fem!reader

｡ ★ • * ｡ word count: 2,924 words

｡ ★ • * ｡ cw: oral sex, vaginal sex, masturbation, dry humping, inappropriate use of boots/shoes, degradation, praise kink, dirty talk, teasing, jealousy, angry sex, tabletop sex, swearing

｡ ★ • * ｡ description: you and könig have been childhood friends for as long as you remember, you don't know what it is about him that fascinates you, but you're glad that you're drawn to him. the two of you even go as far as working for the kommando spezialkräfte together. nonetheless, he's proven to be a very good friend to you on multiple occasions, he is someone you simply cannot imagine living without anymore. the two of you have vowed to do everything and anything together - which seems to include some very intimate things too... one day, however, könig feels under the dumps and as his best friend you decide that the only way of reminding him of his worth is to show him.

lower-case intended.

↳ au where you and könig are life-long friends who work alongside one another, helping with not only each other's needs but desires too.

｡ ★ • * ｡ ao3 link: king of it all (one-shot) - horridmort - Call of Duty (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own]

“general!” könig says urgently as he tries his best to catch up with the long strides of the brigadier general, ansgar meyer, who was trailing his way up ahead.

“if you give me a chance,” könig continued, “you will not regret it.”

“i’ve seen enough,” the general spoke, coming to a halt as he turned towards könig to assess him, “with constant movement like that do you seriously expect i’d award you into fifth platoon?” the general scoffed. könig shifted on his feet, not saying a word. not just because talking back to a general was completely unethical but because he physically couldn't.

the general gave him another look.

“you can’t seriously propose the idea to me that you’ll be an excellent sniper when i’d be able to see you from a mile away, hell, hear you even,” the general said as he shook his head. he didn't bother to wait for a response, he twisted around and walked away - leaving könig on his own.

you heard könig mumble something under his breath in german. you’ve heard him speak it multiple times, picking up a few phrases into your own vocabulary every time he’d slip a word or two out, which was generally when he was overwhelmed.

but unfortunately, you couldn’t quite pinpoint what he was saying this time.

you’d known könig since the both of you were very young. he didn’t exactly fit in, deemed to be ‘odd’ and ‘strange’ to the point that he was bullied for it. although he managed to form a somewhat stable friendship with you because of your interest in him, he would purposefully make sure he wasn’t ever spotted with you - simply to make sure that you wouldn’t fall victim to what he had to go through from his peers. and also because he always had a hunch that you’d feel embarrassed to be seen with him.

but the two of you weren’t kids anymore and you’d both learnt to do things together. he had told you about his wishes to join the german army, and to your own surprise you tagged along too. you had formed an indescribable form of attachment to him so joining him felt like the right thing to do.

you enjoyed it. although you didn’t know the first thing about combat…

you were placed in a unit specialised in training women and had caught a glimpse of him speaking to the general when you were on break.

you watched his large form retreat towards a safe house and decided to follow him in.

when you were inside you found him in a corner, slouches into a chair, holding what looked like a sniper hood in his hands. his legs were spread, elbows resting on his knees as he looked down at the hood in his hands.

he was too dazed to notice your presence as you walked over to him.

“könig,” you begin, “hey.”

he looked up at you almost immediately, as if your voice was the only thing that could manage to bring him out of his reverie. you noticed the way his muscles seemed to tense a bit.

“y/n,” he says, trying to push excitement into his voice. he lets out a little laugh, brushing himself off as he leans back in the chair and drops the hood on his lap, “sorry, didn’t see you there, flower.”

you had no idea where that nickname of his came from but you couldn’t ever deny the blush that rose to your cheeks every time he would use it on you.

“i saw you speaking with the general…” you trail off. not knowing if you should even bring it up.

“ah,” he says as his eyes instantly dim just a fragment. “so you saw that,” he confirms, to himself more or less. looking down at the hood in his hands, his fingers begin to tremble a little and you feel the urge to hold them until they stopped shaking but decided to go against it.

“i just wanted to know if… you’re okay?” you asked, this time it was you shifting on your feet. it was a stupid question because you knew he wasn’t, yet you weren’t sure of what you were meant to say, of what he wanted and needed to hear. you felt awkward and you didn’t know why. things weren’t usually like this between you and him so what changed?

“yes of course, i will be just fine,” he says, his smile overtaking his features. you could tell he enjoys your concern.

“i want you to know that i think you’ll be able to prove the general wrong, and you’ll show him exactly what you’re capable of,” you told him, not knowing what else to say.

he raised a brow a bit, not expecting you to continue on with the subject seeing as he didn’t know you heard the entirety of the conversation - he had assumed you just witnessed it passing by.

“i appreciate your faith in me,” he says, quietly and carefully avoiding eye contact. you watch how he flexes his fingers around as if not knowing what to do with them.

going against yourself you decide to give in. you kneel in front of him and clasp his hands in yours. he looks down at you - at your sunken height beside his feet, shock filled in his wide eyes.

you hadn’t held each other's hands in years. his hands were much rougher than you remember, but for some reason you liked it that way. but besides that, you didn’t even realise he had slipped his gloves off in the first place. he was typically found only ever having them on.

“you- what-,” he starts, blinking rapidly.

“listen to me, könig. no one’s words can determine who you are, you know you are worthy of what you claim to be and i’ve seen that for myself as well. it’ll only be a matter of time before everyone else realises that too. i truly do believe in you,” you tell him.

he stares at you a while, taking the time to soak you and your words in.

“i don’t know. perhaps that man is correct. he is not usually wrong about anything,” he tells you, averting his gaze by twisting his face away from yours. you watch how his ears start to redden due to the proximity between the two of you.

you sigh, not knowing how to make that man believe in himself more. it pains you to see him like this.

“no, könig, you have so much potential but people only underestimate you because they haven’t seen what you have to offer. i know you can all prove them all wrong, you’re a literal minesweeper out there.”

he seems to delve into your words with a little more thought this time.

“i guess you are right,” he says, his fingers brush yours and you are reminded that the two of your are still clasped onto one another.

satisfied, you give him a big smile, “that’s it. you’re a king, remember?”

he tries to smile but fails, his eyes divert to your intertwined hands.

“i think sometimes, that i am not worthy to be tied onto that name,” he tells you.

you frown, unsure of why he feels like this. you thought your encouraging words had helped him but it seems it did quite the opposite.

“then perhaps i’ll just have to remind you,” you say, not knowing where the sudden boldness has emerged from. you were starting to run out of options.

he parts his mouth a little, a brow raised in surprise as you let go of his hands and grab his sniper hood - throwing it to the side before fumbling with his zipper.

“ach du lieber gott!” he exclaims, “who are you and what have you done with-“

“i’m trying to make a point,” you tell him flatly, “can i?”

he pauses for a moment before looking away with his eyes closed, slowly nodding at your request. with his head turned away you take it as an opportunity to strip yourself of your clothes, leaving yourself completely naked in front of him. you knew the way he reacted to your body, you assumed that with him seeing you like this - all vulnerable and bare to him - would get him worked up.

“we always do things together, don't we?” you remind him. you had a habit to say that to him since he has always forced himself to fend for himself because of his past.

“yes, we do,” he manages as he watches you take himself out of his cargos. your lips part at seeing his length spring out, sticking up with a bead of pre-cum dripping off of the head. he twitches in his seat as if embarrassed by his biological reaction to you.

you’ve done similar things like this with him before in the past, but not ever since you joined the army with him. the two of you simply got too busy.

some people say that going intimate will mess up the years' worth of friendship used to create the platonic bond between two people. it makes it complicated, a full-blown situation even. but you on the other hand had speculated it would make you and him stronger, give each other that closure. and it did.

“so eager?” you tease, looking up at his flushed face.

“it has been a long time since…” he starts but gets cut off when you take him into your mouth.

he lets out a groan and immediately throws his head back, one of his rough hands hold the back of your head, a thumb strokes your hair up and down, comforting you as you take him further down.

his cock hits the back of your throat, you gag a little and your hands press against his thighs in response.

your core throbs as you adjust positions, taking him in and out of your mouth.

"my," he pants, "never knew you were so talented with that mouth. maybe your true area of expertise lies somewhere beyond these compounds. what on earth are you doing here with me?"

it was the longest sentence you've heard him say in one go. you playfully rolled your eyes at his incessant rambling and licked up his shaft, causing him to shiver. your eyes never stray away from his as you watch his breath hitch when your mouth leaves his cock.

“all of that training,” he grunts, before letting out an exasperated laugh, “has taught you to become very confident.”

he grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you away from his cock, before he slams you back down on it - earning a muffled noise from you.

"you are perfect," he praises, "my perfect girl."

he brings his free hand to rest on-top of yours on his thigh. his fingers curl around and fist your hand in his. könig's eyes flutter closed as you bob again and again. you graze your teeth along the length of his cock in a teasing manner, which gains you a hiss.

"heilige scheiße, you are too good at this, flower," he lets go of your hand and brings it to the side of your face, cupping your cheek. he rubs a thumb across your cheek to feel his cock pulsing in and out inside you. he groans, tightening the grip he has with his other hand in your hair.

you retreat backwards a bit to catch your breath, wasting little to no time before you're attached to him again, your tongue swirling around his tip before you take him whole again.

"how do you know how to do such dirty things? tell me," he commands, but all he gains in response is the naughty noises coming out of your mouth as you pump his cock deeper.

"tell me, flower. have you done this with the other operators? do you stuff their cocks in your mouth and tell them how great they are, too?" he says, his voice sounding menacing, as if truly taunting you.

you don't respond, instead you swirl your tongue around his length once more.

"i asked you a question," he says, pulling you away from his cock once again, holding you so delicately yet so forcefully by the hair. you catch him staring straight at your lips which are no doubt excessively plump and red from all the sucking and fucking you've been doing with your mouth.

"no, no one else, just you," you manage as you lick your lips, and you swear you see his cock twitch a little, begging to be touched again. you grin but that soon fades as you see the look on his face. 

he's not amused.

not convinced.

"seriously, könig. i haven't," you reassure him. 

he scoffs and shifts positions in the chair, outstretching his legs in front of him. you take that as an initiative for you to move too.

and so you do, by pulling yourself up to his lap to straddle his thigh.

he quirks a brow in amusement as you rub yourself against him. ignoring his cock completely as a very sensual moan escapes you as you tilt your head to the side, feeling your wetness growing more and more slick as you watch something in his eyes flicker when watching you please yourself on his lap without the use of his cock.

you rub your pussy against his thigh making sure to leave a wet spot. he watches you with astonishment as he brings a hand to his own cock, thrusting it in his hand at a reasonable pace as he watches you make yourself come.

you both pick up the pace, and you get louder which seems to get him more excited. nearing your climax you squeeze your eyes shut but before you can come you're being pushed off.

"könig? what are you-"

he got up from his seat and walked over to you and inspected your form on the floor - all laid out with your knees bent in the air, exposing your leaking cunt to him. a sudden wave of humiliation washes over you as he watches you lying there with an inscrutable gaze.

before you can even muster out a word, the bottom of his boot presses onto your pussy. 

his mood changes as easily as british weather.

"you're enjoying this too much," is all he says before he starts rubbing his boot up and down your pussy in slow motions.

"fuck. don't, don't do that..." you pant, but despite your words your back arches - craving more of this odd sensation.

"i will do whatever i want. i am king after all, remember?" he muses, applying a little more pressure.

god, this feels wrong. so, so wrong.

"könig, please," you whine, but then he comes to a stop. denying you once again. before you can have a go at him, he carefully sweeps you up from the floor, curling his arms around your naked form. his big, rough hands on your warm and flushed body makes you feel even wetter.

"careful, flower. we can't have you dripping. you've already made my boots so dirty. what a mess." he tuts, walking over to a table. with one arm he swipes the contents of the table to the floor, making space for you.

he rests you on the table, holding your legs up so that they can curl around his waist.

you whimper as his cock brushes your entrance; in response he lets out a groan that has your hips hiking up. you don't even have time to beg him before he's already buried inside you. the feeling of him ignites you. if he wouldn't stop denying you at the worst of times you would've came a hundred times over already.

he grunts as he grabs your hips, pushing into you deeper and deeper. he doesn't thrust - not yet. he tries to maintain as still as he can so that you can adjust to his length. when your pussy clenches around him completely he groans again and starts pacing in and out of you.

his fingers dig into your hips with each thrust like his life depends on it. he starts going faster and faster making you move your hand to absentmindedly reach over and touch your clit, your other hand makes its way to grip his forearm which seemed to be tensing rather vigorously with the number of veins popping out.

"you will come with me, won't you?" he questions, his voice strained. you could tell he was about to come soon.

"yes, yes," you manage, "i'm going to-"

he spills inside of you, still thrusting as he does. in fact, he goes even harder, urging you to finish with him. you shiver as you screw your eyes shut, letting your climax take the best of you. after a few moments of panting, he pulls out gently, and you stare at his come-coated cock, an immediate feel of thrill and heat zips up the entirety of you body just from the sight.

he chuckles, pulls you up so that you are vertical with him, and cradles your body to his.

"ah, so this is how it feels to be a king," he says, moving backwards a bit so that he can crane his neck towards your collar bone. he starts nipping little kisses up your neck, "perhaps you would have to remind me of this feeling more often, don't you think?"

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     So y'all know that Vergil only has 2 "earthly" possessions left (Yamato and his poetry book) right?      Well, does anyone else think about the fact that Nero has "owned" both of those items? Nero's Devil Bringer had/has Yamato inside it (or however you want to put that) and now, post 5, has Vergil's poetry book.      At the end of 5, Vergil gives what he can to his son (since he can't return Yamato to Nero). HE IS TRUSTING NERO WITH ONE OF THE TWO THINGS HE OWNS.      . . .      I don't know it just makes me feel sad.      Vergil can't make up for what he's done (and hasn't done) but he can show that he cares about (and, dare I say, loves) Nero.      Not to mention the fact Vergil is replicating what his own Father (Sparda) did. Given we don't know how long the twins had their swords in comparison to when Sparda disappeared/died.

Bonus thought:      Post DMC 4 Nero has always had a piece of his Father with him: Yamato, V (quite literally a piece), now the book. Even though Vergil wasn't there for Nero in a physical sense-      Vergil has been with Nero for as long as Dante has.

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i have a feeling they do this

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Ladies and Gentlemen....I present to you the extended Vergil Iceberg that was put together because Vergil, along with his brother, is often misinterpreted and overlooked in just how deep a character he is

...and I wanted one out there that's expanded from this one out there

Maybe I went abit too deep BUT hey I think I covered everything. :' )

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girls r like "but he's my comfort character" and then it's literally the most emotionally traumatized man you have ever seen ever

#dante sparda #vergil sparda