#dmc tickle

Prompt #89 - “Wait no–not here–not now!” -> Gameverse, ler!Griffon, lee!V (platonic)

A/N: You look at me in the eyes and tell me that V doesn't deserve to get Absolutely Demolished with that outfit he's wearing like . the sleeveless/underarm window is actually Insane I need him Destroyedsksdjfhskjdn 💥💥💥💥💥

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“Lookin’ a little bothered there, V.”

“I’m well aware.” He groveled, pinching at the bridge of his nose. The pink dusted over his face from earlier that morning had yet to subside, staying as vibrant enough for even his companion to take notice from where they’ve been circling the air. V pushed onwards nonetheless, steeling himself through the goosebumps along his skin with the sturdy jabs of his cane against the pavement.

“It is but a minor concern, at the present moment.”

“Oh yeah, yeah–sure.”

V saw no reason to be wary of Griffon’s passive tone. That is, until an ebony blur whipped past his sight–and the familiar came barreling in fast, knocking him backwards with a startled grunt.

“There was no need to–a-ah–!”

A sudden yelp came to halt his scoldings as he felt the vulturous demon’s wings slip over his sides.

“Wait no–not here–not now!”

“Too late, buster!” The air came alive with the triumphant ring of Griffon’s guffaws. He flittered and swept along every patch of skin left unprotected by the worn leather of the man’s outfit, with V’s frantic squeaks joining in the dance soon after. “Next time, ya better leave these moods at home, or you’ll be due for even more of a wreckin’! Heheh!”

Prompt #24 - “Sounds like someone needs a visit from the tickle monster.”  -> Gameverse, ler!Vergil, lee!V (VerV ship/romantic)

A/N: Everyday I yearn for more soft silly VerV content,,, , , this man deserves to spoil himself silly 🫶💖💖💖

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The kiss Vergil leaves on the other’s hair is soft, echoing the carefulness of the palm smoothing over his back.

“I wish this burden wasn’t yours to bear.”

From beneath his chin, V shook his head. “There’s only so much that could be done when one’s fast asleep.”

He took slow, steadying breaths from along Vergil’s neck, settling in the warmth; the ease of safety bestowed unto him in the waking world by the arms wrapped firmly along his waist, and the tuck of a leg between the other’s.

“I know them as nightmares–nothing more.” Came another murmur from still-drowsy lips, and Vergil paused the light massage he was giving. “A trick of the mind, gone at the break of dawn. They can do me no harm. Therefore, I’ll be alright.”

The half-demon nodded, though he was left unsatisfied, furrowed brows still lingering on the melancholy laying beneath his humanity’s gentle tone. A tug from deep within his chest led him right above where the other’s ear would’ve been, and he found himself whispering lowly through the disheveled albino threads.

“Sounds like someone needs a visit from the tickle monster.”

The jolt is immediate–as is the muffled squeak against his skin. He can’t help the smile that pulls at his lips from the reaction, growing wider still as V clearly has to take a moment to gather himself following it, the quiver in his voice still apparent even when he finally manages a quiet mumble through the electrified silence.

“Is that a threat?”

To fool oneself was an impossible feat. Vergil hummed in affirmation to that truth, letting his fingers walk from where they had rested on V’s back and onto the bumps of his ribs, garnering another shy, elated whine at his neck when he stops to rub into one of its dips.

Prompt #3 - "Come any closer and I will end you." -> Gameverse, accidental ler!Dante, lee!Vergil (family/platonic)

A/N: After months of Going Insane from the drought of t-word content for this amazing franchise, I've decided to get silly with it and try my hand at some short lil drabbles based on this list to help myself out of a productivity rut 🏃‍♀️✨ More to come ahead !!! (These are also kept short to help not overthink my writing too much hehehoooo)

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“Come any closer and I will end you.”

“Aww, come on, Verge!” Dante called out between laughs, having to hold himself up by the palms on his knees before mirth had him falling over entirely. “I didn’t mean to embarrass ya! Honest!”

But his brother already had his back pressed against what he hastily deemed as the furthest corner of the shop, holding the Yamato’s lethal edge out in front of him. A furious crimson burned from the bottom of Vergil’s neck and ran all the way up to his pointed ears, not at all helped by the sight of the other’s meager attempts of hiding his grin.

“Believe me, at this age, you could use the good ol’ massage every once in a while.” The giddy hunter continued, showing off a practiced roll of his shoulders. “‘s not my fault that you’re so tickli–eugh–!”

A luminescent blade took a stab at Dante’s words–and the middle of his chest–sending the poor man crashing onto the floor with a gargled yelp.

Vergil waited for the audible sputter of blood from his twin’s mouth before groaning into his hands.

Prompt #100 - “Would you just shut up and tickle me already?” -> Gameverse, ler!V, lee!Vergil (VerV ship/romantic)

A/N: A lil sprinkle of spice here (purely because of Vergil being the adorable desperate touch-starved lee he deserves to be akjsdhaksn) 🏃‍♀️🔥✨

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“Would you just shut up and tickle me already?”

A pause. V raised his head up and met his whole self with the exact same wide-eyed expression, the only difference between them being the red which flooded Vergil’s face, brightening with the settling realization of what just came out of his mouth.

It takes another beat of silence for V’s thoughts to catch up with themselves, momentarily paralyzed by the clarity of the words and the light dusting of pink on his ears in turn–long enough to incite a restlessness at the bottom of Vergil’s stomach as the grin on his face soon turns wicked, his hands slowly drifting down from where they were once unbuttoning the other’s vest.

“My my, aren’t we demanding.”

Vergil cranes his neck, desperately reaching for an anchor somewhere along the walls of the room to focus on rather than the one on top of him. But it takes no more than the gingerly squeeze of his chin between V’s fingers to be led right back onto predacious, hooded eyes, the lack of any genuine opposition from the other getting him to chuckle.

“I hadn’t realized how long I’ve kept you waiting, dearest.”

V relished in the whimper stifled by Vergil’s bitten lip, watching as he tried at the knots around his wrists once more–to no avail.

“Come on now,” He hushed, tracing a thumb along the bound man’s jaw with a deceivingly gentle hum. “Ask properly this time.”

The command has Vergil shivering, a tremor shooting down his spine and pooling heat deep into his abdomen. His human half marvels at the shine in his pale blue eyes, glazed over in that wanton need, so shamelessly craving that ruthless tease with just as much submission as a captive prey.

And when Vergil does manage to speak again, it’s through a bare croak; the fluster on his face burning at the granted, avid consciousness of the words coming from his mouth this time around, with no means–nor will–of escape.

“Please… t-tickle me…”

That’s when V let out a hum, granting his lover a much deserved respite with the clasp of his hands onto sides and the quick, tight squeezes he leaves upon them, his praise falling just below the euphoric shrieks and laughter rupturing through Vergil’s throat.

Prompt #37 - “Wait–no, not that, anything but that!” -> Gameverse, ler!Credo, lee!Vergil (VerCredo ship/romantic)

A/N: there's a longer explanation for this pairing I promise but for now enjoy my insanitySKJDFHSJKDNS

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It was hard enough trying not to fall apart by his fingers alone.

But the moment Credo showed off the cluster of feathers kept tucked away in his uniform’s pocket, all thought of composure was thrown out the window.

“Wait–no, not that, anything but that!”

“Do my ears deceive me? Reverent firstborn son of Sparda, begging for mercy?” The general’s smirk grew vicious at the crack in Vergil’s voice, the sheer panic that seeped into his blue irises that were indistinguishable from excitement. “Or could it be… that mercy isn’t what you seek?”

Vergil shakily bit down a whine. The tease stirred the flutters in his stomach into a frenzy, having his heels dig further into the mattress beneath him. Even with the rapid shakes of his head he gave thereafter, he couldn’t deny the exhilaration in knowing how his squirming was all for naught; assured by the tightened grip Credo had on his wrists, keeping them pinned above his head and leaving all those delicate spots on his body exposed for the devotee on top of him.

Credo tutted, just as easily reading through the deceit as the brightening fluster all over his beloved’s features.

“Fret not.” He mused sweetly, rewarding the other’s eagerness with a slow inch of feathers towards one of his underarms. “I have everything you need right… here.”