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Chapter ii.v | Journal One

Pairing: Vergil/Reader. Content/Warnings: M for mentions of blood. Word Count: 427. Summary: You and that damn dress… Next Chapter: iii Previous Chapters: i , ii

A/N: I'll be updating this fic on AO3 under the name figandfox in the next coming days. The songs chosen per chapter kinda tie into the plot of the fic :) thank you for all of the love. Ps Next chapter will be much, much longer than this and will be posted in a few days. This is just a Vergil POV.

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She had lost weight since the day I first left her. The sweet, fullness of her hips had melted, skin now clinging to juts of bone. Her knees, too, were knobbed and bruised far too easily. It was not a simple feat for our kind to starve. How severely had she suffered in my absence? I thought Makai was a blight to her…It was foolish of me to think the human realm would guide her with gentle hands. This world was weak. It did not possess the might needed to protect the lamb from the slaughter. 

July was at its edge now. And the sun was beginning to turn kind, tempered, and persimmon season was at its cusp. She had once told me that when this time of year began, she would go to the markets and buy a bundle of persimmons, sunset-bright, ripe and round, almost swollen with a honey-spiced sort of fever. At summer’s end, persimmons were best paired with prosciutto. She swore that it eased the sweating turn of months, bringing a coolness to the days of August. 

What a ridiculous thing to say. Of course August eased the heat, it marked summer’s grave, a headstone of windy weathers to come. That fool, darling as she may be. She alone holds the key to my kingdom of wealth, she best buy her fruits and her salted meats now. I think of the state of her often; that desolent apartment of which I condemned, she will not be returning to it, nor would the child, my dear brother’s pet had arranged for something better, a place in which she would not have to sleep on a damn couch; her need to eat, to return the softness to her body, the curve to her hips; her studies too, concerned me... Until then, I will look at her only with teeth clenched. As I did when I first found her in the deepest pits of Makai, hidden from all things living and undead. However, I do fear that my contempt nowadays wouldn't dare hold a flame to the apoplectic flare I let consume me when I saw her, instead of it, at my feet, in chains; her, draped in that pretty white bridal gown, lost in its lace and layers; a bloody mess staining the dress’ sweetheart bodice. 

When will I stop torturing myself with these memories? When will the ache in my hands, my jaws, cease in their yearning for her to be between them once more? Just once, that’s all the devil in me begs.

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What Happens Behind Closed Doors

Vergil x half angel!Reader

Warnings: fluff, Lady mentioned, Dante mentioned, you two sneaking around like teens, you don't live at the shop you have your own apartment

Sneaking around with Vergil should not have been possible. Vergil was... many things. Powerful, disciplined, emotionally unavailable to a medically concerning degree, but subtle? Not even remotely. Not when it came to you.

The others didn’t notice at first. Mostly because nobody expected Vergil of all people to be secretly dating someone or dating someone in general. Especially not someone like you.

of course you can! i’m a sucker for this trope tooo, so walk with me 🫰🏼

a/n: hints of childhood. softy vergil cuz he’s just that cute. takes place in season 2 for dmc netflix adaptation!

spending multiple hours entertaining a high-energy little girl is a handful, for sure. all you wanted to do now was knock out on a bed, couch, anything with some sort of cushioning.

you don’t even remember if you could manage all that running around when you were little.

luckily for you, lucan had rooms that were prepared for you, vergil, dante, and lady while you stayed overnight to watch over the arcana’s destruction.

the four of you stand in the hallway, about to part off for the night before lady brings up something important.

“wait, there’s four of us. and two bedrooms.”

radio silence.

“… we could split boys and girls.” you suggest after swallowing a pill of dread.

dante’s gaze immediately snaps to you. you glance back. and in all seriousness, the two of you have a full conversation with looks.

because he knows how you feel about his brother. the thing is, you don’t know about how vergil feels about you.

dante’s eyes flicker to vergil, then at you. go with him.

you squint. hell no, are you crazy?

the idiot grins in response. don’t act like you don’t want to.

i’m not having this conversation with you. you glare back at him.

lady notices the weird tension between the two of you, the way you’re looking oddly at one another. “what’s wrong with you two?”

you open your mouth to respond, but dante opens his loud mouth faster.

“i’ll share a room with lady. vergil, you’ll share with her.” he proposes, too giddy for the lovely opportunity chaos he’s caused.

vergil tenses beside you. you can feel it, even if you’re not looking at him. not that you want to. “what?” he questions.

“okay, goodnight!” dante starts to gallop down the hallway before you can get close to sock him in his throat.

you just stare at his shrinking frame in disbelief. lady takes one step, flashing an expression of amusement, before slowly following behind dante.

traitors. both of them.

vergil shifting his weight brings you back to the present, your head shooting up. he’s already looking at you. “are you sure you’re okay with this?” vergil asks.

you don’t answer for a moment. but you nod anyway.

and that’s how you got here.

the two of you walked to your bedroom for the night. vergil’s hand turns the handle, allowing you to step in first. but you stop immediately in your tracks.

there’s one bed.

the heat creeps up ridiculously fast across your neck, moving to your features. “okay, am i hallucinating?” your voice sounds small to your ears.

“what do you mean?” vergil huffs, stepping in after you and seeing the issue. “oh.”

“i can sleep on the floor, really.” you immediately offer, turning to him with your hands in front of you.

his face contorts into something that close to a scowl. “absolutely not. i’m not letting you sleep like that.”

the door clicks behind you. the bed itself isn’t really tiny, looks twin sized, but it won’t fit two people just right.

vergil steps past you towards the bed, lowering himself onto its edge. his hand gently pats the space next to him. “come on. it’ll be okay.”

he grins slightly. “i don’t bite.”

you take a hesitant step towards him, before fully commiting and sitting beside him.

“i don’t remember you being this shy.” he notes. you huff a breath of oxygen in response. “we were kids back then.”

“you were worse than me. always hid behind things.”

“i was scared one of you would blow something into oblivion.”

the room settles into a silence for a moment, but it isn’t suffocating. it’s full, relaxing the nerves that settled into your body.

“y’know, i can sleep on the floor if you want me to.” vergil murmurs, turning his head to meet your gaze. “if you’re uncomfortable, there’s no—“

“stay.” you voice, steady and sure.

vergil’s eyes widen slightly. “you’re sure?”

“haven’t been more sure of anything.”

he holds your eye contact for a moment, before getting up and slowly shrugging his blue coat off, leaving him in the sleeveless top underneath.

your gaze lingers far longer than you would’ve allowed it to, before scooting yourself back onto the bed.

your hands find the covers as you slide yourself under, allowing it to pool at your waist. vergil drapes his coat along a chair before striding to the other side of the bed.

“you can still back out.” vergil mentions, bringing one knee up to join you on the bed. but you shake your head in answer. “‘m fine.”

he turns the bedside lamp off, silently moving under the covers. his body takes up most of its space, and he’s warm. so warm that you can feel it emanating from him.

sharing a bed with your childhood crush. how cute is that?

the silence settles over the room again. your back’s facing him, and his chest is practically pressed against you. you attempt to shut your eyes, but you’re too aware of vergil behind you.

his hand grazes your hip accidentally, but you don’t find yourself moving away. instead, you instinctively lean into it.

vergil seems to notice the motion with the quiet hitch of his breath, and he doesn’t pull away this time. slowly, tentatively, his hand trails to rest on your hip fully.

your back’s fully pressed against his body, yet neither of you say anything. the feel of his touch fills everything that neither of you voiced audibly.

“are you okay with this?” vergil murmurs, voice hushed against your ear. you nod against him. “yeah.”

after another moment, his arm fully drapes around you, gently tugging you closer into his body, his head coming to rest on top of your own.

“goodnight,” vergil whispers, the vibrations warming all the corners of your body.

“g’night, vergil.” you slur back, voice laced with sleep.

Sylus’s voice from behind you makes you tense, looking around to make sure none of your coworkers are around before turning to face him.

“I’m wearing my uniform Sylus, I don’t look cute at all. What are you doing here?” He’s leaning against his car casually, as if it’s just another day.

“Is it so wrong for me to check up on you?” He closes the distance between you two, hands coming up to rest on your waist.

"Sylus..." Your tone carries a warning, but his smirk only widens. His hands move up, brushing the buttons of your shirt. You almost hate the way he overwhelms you, both in stature and sheer aura. He latches onto your desire so easily, pulling it out of the locked box you keep it in.

Before you even realize it, your body is laid down on the cool leather seats, Sylus's heated body pressed against yours. He manages to slip his shirt off in the cramped space, but when you move to unbutton yours, he stops you.

"Allow me." He smirks, only unbuttoning the first three buttons of your shirt before pulling away.

"You don't want to take it off all the way?" Your question makes Sylus hum, undoing your pants and just barely lowering them. You're practically fully clothed, and he's never looked more excited.

"I'm a big fan of your uniform, sweetie." He grins, leaning down to kiss you once more.

"Seriously? It turns you on to be reminded of my job? The job which is, technically, to arrest you."

"It turns me on greatly, kitten. To be reminded that your loyalty, above all else, lies with me. Truly, such a sweet sentiment." He's clearly gloating, but there's no real flaw in his logic.

"...I'm gonna arrest you after this."

his hulking frame bows as he snakes his arms around you and presses his palms flat to your back, urging you to curve further into him. no matter how close you get, it's never enough. he always needs you just a little bit closer.

he hums, the low vibration resonating through your heart, causing it to stutter. his breath shudders slightly, not out of arousal, but of desperate possessiveness. "you're so small, so small..." his sigh feels hot against the crook of your neck, like the air that escapes an oven while it's on. his grasp tightens.

"you don't understand how much i need you. how i long to curl around you and keep you warm forever. my treasure. mine."

you nod, dizzy with something you can't quite wrap your head around as you bask in his affection. you nuzzle your face into his sweater, closing your eyes and reveling in the scope of his desire. he inhales you and clutches you tight as if you're the air he breathes, the blood in his veins.

"wanna be yours forever," you confess, and a low rumble escapes his chest as he fists his hands in your shirt, one you borrowed from him. "i love you."

Every muscle visibly tenses, bleary crimson eyes shooting in your direction as you giggle softly. “You couldn’t wait to say that, hmm?” His morning voice is enough to make your giggles quiet, shuffling closer under the covers as you nod.

“Been dying to say it ever since the two lines appeared.”

The blankets swelled slightly around your midsection. You were six months into pregnancy after all, your twins started making their presence visible maybe two months back.

“You’ve been calling me daddy long before that.”

The noise that escapes you is something between a laugh and a scoff, a swift but weak back hand landing on his broad bare shoulder. “I was talking about wishing you a happy Father’s Day you freak.” Sylus’ shoulders are trembling with laughter, a sleepy grin on his handsome face as he peers over at you. “I’m the freak?”

“Yes, you are!” Even your comebacks lack their usual fire, you just can’t help it nowadays. Every time you look at him you just want to smother him in your love. People always talk about their bizarre cravings, you fear your only prominent craving has been him.

“Rich coming from the one who woke me up by whispering daddy in my ear.” Still, his arm is warm as it finds you beneath the sheets, sliding around the swell of your stomach and gingerly pulling you into him. “S’not my fault if you get turned on by that, you freak.”

You tease him again, laughing softly as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. “Who said anything about getting turned on?” Each word is muffled, vibrating your skin as you fight back another laugh. “Our babies have a mama with a wild imagination.” It’s added softly with little pecks to your skin, his nose trailing your pulse.

“They have a papa who needs to get his mind out of the gutter.” This time, you can’t help but squeal as Sylus drags his teeth along your skin. The feeling both ticklish and slightly alarming because you know what’s coming next.

“You made me this way, kitten.”

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Katsuki was laid out beneath you, crimson eyes half-lidded and burning as you straddled his hips. His broad chest glistened with a sheen of sweat, muscles flexing every time you moved. His spiky hair was damp, sticking to his forehead, and his scarred hands gripped your thighs so tightly his fingers left marks.

“Fuck…” he groaned, voice rough and low. “Move, baby. Don’t just sit there.”

You rolled your hips slowly, teasing him just a little. His head pressed back into the pillow, jaw clenched, sweat dripping down his temples into his damp spiky hair.

“Shit— stop going so fucking slow,” he growled, but there was a desperate edge in his tone. “Ride me how you know I like it. I need it.”

You braced your hands on his chest and started bouncing on his cock, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing louder each time. Katsuki’s eyes were locked on you, dark and hungry, his abs flexing every time you sank down.

“Yeah… just like that,” he panted, voice strained. “Fuck, you feel so good. You know just what I like.”

His eyes trailed down your body, analyzing your lustrous skin, descending down your breasts to your narrow stomach. Your thighs were burning but you kept going, grinding down deep before lifting up again. Katsuki’s grip tightened, almost bruising.

“Faster— shit, please,” he rasped, hips jerking up desperately to meet you. “Don’t tease me right now.”

He looked wrecked in the best way. Flushed cheeks, mouth slightly open, eyes half-lidded as he watched you ride him. Still in control, but clearly starving for more.

You leaned forward, hands on either side of his head, bodies pressed together, slick skin sliding against slick skin. Katsuki immediately wrapped one arm around your waist, holding you close as he thrust up harder.

“Goddamn— you’re soaking me,” He groaned against your neck. “Look at the mess you’re making.”

You moaned loudly, grinding down on him in tight circles. His breath hitched. “Fuck, don’t stop,” he pleaded, voice hoarse but still demanding. “Keep fucking me just like that. Please baby, I’m so close already…”

His other hand slid down to grip your ass, spreading you as he helped guide your movements, thrusting up frantically. The desperation in his voice mixed perfectly with that cocky tone you loved.

“Yeah? You like me all needy like this?” he growled, even as his hips stuttered. “Then don’t you dare slow down. Milk me dry, baby. I need to feel you cum on it.”

Sweat was caught in his brows. His whole body was glistening, muscles tense and shining as he fucked up into you harder, chasing that high. You could feel how badly he needed it and you.

“Katsuki—” you moaned, bouncing faster.

“That’s it. Right there, oh fuck, please don’t stop,” he groaned, cutting you off sounding wrecked. “I’m gonna cum so fucking hard if you keep doing that.”

You clenched around him on purpose and his eyes rolled back for a second, a broken moan slipping out.

“Fuuuck— you’re gonna kill me,” he panted, voice rough. “But don’t you fucking stop. I want it. I need you to ride me till I fill you up.”

His desperation finally pushed you over. You came hard, crying out as your pussy pulsed around his thick cock, soaking him even more. Bakugou groaned loudly, arms locking around you in a tight hold as he thrust up deep and came right after you.

“Shit, take it, take all of it,” he growled, burying himself to the hilt while thick ropes of cum flooded your pussy. His body trembled underneath you, sweat pouring off him as he held you tight through both your orgasms.

You both stayed like that, panting, bodies glued together from the heat and sweat. Bakugou’s hands lazily ran up and down your back, still buried deep inside you.

“Needed that bad.” he muttered, voice hoarse.

He pressed a rough kiss to your shoulder, then smirked against your skin.

“I needed you so bad.”

vergil sparda x wife!reader. wc: reader wears skirts covered in pink from head to toe, vergil is such a softie with reader, reader meets dante and nero for the first time, all what nero and dante do is to be shocked. requested.

Vergil told you to meet him at the Devil May Cry office for the first time since you both met. He finally wants you to meet his family. So, you were eager to meet them that you arrived at the office early.

Vergil x fem! Reader

Alright, this is the first revision bc then I gotta do the read aloud to delete any redundant sentences and fix more sentences.

R/n, flatly: Manager to register three. We have a customer with a knife threatening to stab me… I’d like to see him try.

Vergil:…

[Vergil cautiously makes his way to the front of the store as he’s rounding the corner, Vergil hears a loud metallic *clang* followed by pained groan and a heavy thud? He looks towards the registers and is taken aback to find a blank faced R/n holding a skillet; while staring down at a knocked out man. She lazily rests the skillet on her shoulder and kicks the knife away from the man then turns to the stunned manager and other customers.]

R/n, looking around: Well…. Is anyone gonna call the cops?

[the Manager snaps out of his stupor and gets his cellphone out and starts dialing, R/n meanwhile feels eyes on her back, she looks towards the display of blueberry pie filling and saw Dante's brother Vergil looking at her…. before disappearing back into the aisles, R/n had feeling they were gonna be seeing each other again real soon.

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R/n: Oh no.

[R/n is panicking and already dialing Dante's number on her shop's land line, while she keeps the kidnapper on her cellphone.]

R/n: DON'T HURT HIM. DO YOU HEAR ME??

Kidnapper: I won't hurt him if you pay the-

R/n: Shut the fuck up man! VERGIL? VERGIL?! CAN YOU HEAR ME???? DO. NOT. HURT. HIM!

jsjdjfkdks yes

cw: aged up characters .. smutttt .. i snuck my forced intox kink in here .. author is urban .. some misogyny if u squint, author has unorthodox fantasies. cw for possessiveness.. Heed this warning like he’s crazy your honor , and degradation . and umm one singular use of mommy LMAO one singular i Promise . etc etc this is a proudgoonette production

Vergil was a predator. And that has its own set of rules. 

Flirt now, was different. The game was more wide, open and unpredictable.

He would say something dangerous in a dark and husky voice, and she would laugh, her cheeks red for the alcohol.

She would kiss him and it would be more effective than any of his words could hope to be.

He wants to dominate the kiss to show her just how he could kiss her if she forgot about everything else but him.

But she had other ideas. 

Give me the narration. She said. 

She would kiss life into him.

Love me, broke me. He said.

And she would say no.

I would give yourself to you so you can be reborn.

Open your mouth and I would speak with your soul, without middlemen. She said.

And she would bite his lower lip, sucking it a little, bite it again and just then she would kiss him properly. 

Let me sit in your lap so I can give you a taste of what it’s to come. 

He takes her waist and ground her against him.

He lets out a gasp and positions himself in a more direct angle. 

Her hips would start a cadence, some dance she was improvising just for him. He had been so eager to take control but he so quickly has forgotten that desire when she starts the dance and the complementary neck kissing. 

Let me love you. 

And he would whimper and give her a better angle to kiss his neck. 

Let me love you. 

And he would raise his hips so she could slide his pants, his underwear. 

Let me love you. 

And she would take him into her mouth, without ceremony. Her hands grounding her in his tights. 

His hands holding the mattress wanted to do what his hips were doing, getting more of himself into her mouth.

Let me love you. 

Vergil had fallen before and it wasn’t a kind experience. 

His brother tried to save him but at the time Vergil didn’t want to be saved. 

And now he was falling again and he desperately wanted someone to save him. But it was late.

Love had never been kind before. Painful, dark, desireful but never kind. 

And she was kind, so kind that the fall didn’t feel as such. He was at the bottom and just realized he had jumped. 

In his youth, he never approached anyone who he had a liaison with. They would always approach him first, at the time Vergil felt powerful, being a predator and his prey coming to him. 

But now he realizes he lacks the experience to make a first move, the experience, and apparently the courage. 

Asking for help was out of the question. Who he was going to ask anyway? His son? his brother?!  Or the sorority that lives in Dante’s house? 

So he asked her. “What do you do if you like someone?”

“What? What I do or in general terms? Because I just look at the person and hope for the best… that and that he has telepathy powers or something. 

“I see, and in general terms?”

“I suppose you could just ask.”

“Ask…”

He was quiet while she was processing that maybe he was trying to say something to her. “Nah”, she thought.

“I don’t know exactly what to ask about the topic. So I’m just going to tell you something and you can ask, alright?”

She nods with the feeling that they were having two completely different conversations. 

Vergil had fallen before and it wasn’t a kind experience. 

His brother tried to save him but at the time Vergil didn’t want to be saved. 

And now he was falling again and he desperately wanted someone to save him. But it was late.

Love had never been kind before. Painful, dark, desireful but never kind. 

And she was kind, so kind that the fall didn’t feel as such. He was at the bottom and just realized he had jumped. 

In his youth, he never approached anyone who he had a liaison with. They would always approach him first, at the time Vergil felt powerful, being a predator and his prey coming to him. 

But now he realizes he lacks the experience to make a first move, the experience, and apparently the courage. 

Asking for help was out of the question. Who he was going to ask anyway? His son? his brother?!  Or the sorority that lives in Dante’s house? 

So he asked her. “What do you do if you like someone?”

“What? What I do or in general terms? Because I just look at the person and hope for the best… that and that he has telepathy powers or something. 

“I see, and in general terms?”

“I suppose you could just ask.”

“Ask…”

He was quiet while she was processing that maybe he was trying to say something to her. “Nah”, she thought.

“I don’t know exactly what to ask about the topic. So I’m just going to tell you something and you can ask, alright?”

She nods with the feeling that they were having two completely different conversations. 

-Lagooneah

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It's always been like this, just existing around you, it affects him in such specific ways that it annoys him how easily he can point out what you do to him now.

Vergil Sparda should've known he was finished when he caught himself looking at you for just a second too long. When he caught himself waiting for you where he knew you'd be. When he let you under his armored skin he swears is impregnable.

Let alone now, sleeping in your shared bed.

'Sleeping' is a loaded term, though, Vergil hardly finds himself capable of sleeping, he doesn't need it really. Maybe a few hours here and there, but being so entwined with the world of devils he's not sure he'll ever really need to sleep like that ever again for rest. That doesn't stop him from cuddling right behind you, wrapping strong arms and calloused hands around your middle. Holding you so tight to him like he's convinced you'll disappear otherwise.

Probably because he actually thinks that. He still can't begin to understand why you deal with him, how you do it so easily, how you unravel all of the pain and unease he's been building up for years.

His tense shoulders soften whenever you enter a room, he likes it when you look at him, when you smile at him, his teeth losing their gripping clench every time you do. And now, when he has you here so close, these moments where he can just hold you for hours without interruption… For someone so annoyed with how comfortable you make him feel, he sure does love bedtime.

He's tuned into your routine like a pet, a cat that hates when it's even slightly off. You'll shower first, especially in the winter, because you like trapping all the steam inside to keep you warm,

(Even if Vergil here has insisted multiple times he can provide that warmth for you…)

Then you'll brush your teeth—flossing, mouthwash—the whole nine. THEN it's skincare, even if that only entails a rag and a wash of your face. Then you open the door, drying your hair while Vergil does what he needs to do, which by the way, isn't nearly as much as you do, his business in there involves a mirroring of your dental care, sometimes a shower if he hasn't already, and watching you finish up with your hair. Seriously, he just leans against the doorway and watches you. Get used to it. FINALLY you're in bed, and his favorite part of the night begins…

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Listening to you breath and watching you sleep for the next however many hours.

He sleeps… Sometimes. Again, he doesn't really need it, he only manages to get sleepy enough sometimes because your routine and your presence lulls him. The constant, simple, domestic nature of your activities, he would say, is so utterly boring that it brings him to sleep. We all know though that that's a lie, especially coming from a grown devil-hybrid that has maybe known calm once before, when he was a child.

He spends the night studying you, seeing how his hand measures to yours, dragging his fingertips across random plains of your body—your back right at your shoulder blades, your legs, even your face gets an appraisal—cannot stress enough that he's so not used to humans and how they look, how they behave, you're the blueprint for these studies, for humans in general in his mind.

The way you breath, the constant tic of your heartbeat, how delicate you are as the being of mortal flesh and bone you are…

He thinks that maybe if he studies you enough, he can finally understand why you make him feel the way he does. Comfortable is one word to use, but perhaps loved is a much more fitting one.

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