#dmc x reader

“You didn’t have to come.” Vergil stated. He was far better at sensing other demons than both his brother and his son. And he was perfectly capable of slashing those low lifes. 

“I was nearby. I thought to myself ‘Might as well help out’, no?” Vergil could really see the traces of you on Nero whenever he said things like that. Such a sweetheart you’d raised.

“I was just bored. There’s no show better than you two trying to talk.” Dante said with a smirk. Vergil didn’t even have to reply, as Nero took it upon himself. Vergil could just disapprovingly shake his head. At some point, he started only using his summon swords. The fight wasn’t even enjoyable; he just wanted to go back to you.

Soon after, all of the nest had been cleared up and they were back at his brother’s shop. Nero kept staring at his phone, seemingly lost in thought. Vergil looked around for a while. He really wanted to be with you right now.

“Nero,” he called to the boy, “Would you like to go home?” Nero perked up like an excited puppy upon hearing that. Dante was just staring at them with an infuriating expression that Vergil chose to ignore. He was quick to move as always.

Vergil cut a portal open to Fortuna. Nero walked through while Dante mumbled something like “..wife guys…”. Vergil kept ignoring him before stepping inside the portal as well. Both men were standing on a street, near Nero’s home. The younger one awkwardly bid farewell. Vergil watched him go up to the door. He only walked away after seeing Nero go in. Your place wasn’t far away. A short walk, made only easier thanks to the chill of the night. You had reprimanded him once for teleporting directly inside your house. He hadn’t quite understood why you were upset, yet he still listened. He looked at your windows to see the lights shining out. He didn’t see them, however; he didn’t hear any sound coming either. You had to be sleeping then. He couldn’t help the disappointment in him as he opened the door with the key you gave him.

The sound of your steady breathing was easier to hear now that he was closer. He walked to your bedroom and pushed the door open. You were splayed on the bed. Your blanket was thrown off your body. He was certain it wasn't intentional, as you were lightly shivering. His eyes moved over your form. He kept comparing you to his memories. Not in a bad way, just to be aware. You were larger, and more pudgy. He wasn’t sure how much of it came from simply growing or motherhood. Your softness hasn’t changed at all. He wouldn’t have been able to warm his way into your bed otherwise. You said that you forgave him but he felt the need to work for it regardless. While you were surprisingly nice to him when he first came back —after slapping his face for Nero’s arm, which was fair— Nero didn’t offer him the same courtesy. The boy made sure to let him know exactly how much you were hurt, how much you had struggled because of him. It fell on Vergil’s shoulders to repent for it all. 

He slightly shook his head to get himself together. He was staring at you like some creep. He quickly tucked the blanket under your chin. He changed his clothes with his sleepwear, and slid into the bed. You opened your eyes to see the intruder.

“Sorry, did I wake you?” he asked, whispering to avoid emerging you from your drowsy state.

“It’s no problem. How was the job? How’s Nero?” You rubbed your eyes to open them properly. You knew your boy was strong, as were his elders, but it didn’t stop you from worrying.

“It was easy. Nero’s fine; we came here together, though he went to his home.”

“He does miss Kyrie when he’s far away.” You placed your arm over his abdomen and curled into his side. You fit so perfectly to him, like a jigsaw puzzle. The more time you spent together, the more Vergil realised how much he had missed you. He used to keep the feeling in the back of his mind, violently pulling it whenever it came too forward. He truly believed it was the only way to keep himself safe. What a fool he was. If only he had nurtured your love and allowed you to nurture his. He could’ve saved everyone from a lot of trouble. He would’ve reached happiness. 

A finger poking into the side of his rib pulled him out of his thoughts. His gaze moved to your face, only to see curious eyes looking back at him. You smiled, and poked him again. 

“What’re you thinking?”

“You’re cute.” he replied before leaning in and pressing his mouth against yours.

“I am,” you agreed, keeping the kiss short, “I don’t think that statement requires the face you were making.”

“What face is that?”

“You know… The constipated looking one.” You chuckled after saying that.

“I have been told that is simply how my face appears all the time.” The corners of his mouth went up. 

“Just answer.” you sighed. He was trying to be cute, to distract you but you knew better.

“Nothing important, truly.” he replied and moved to cuddle you. You knew you weren’t getting anything out of him. You tightened your hold around his waist before letting go. He pulled you closer to his chest, placing his chin on top of your head. 

While he seemed like he was trying to lull you back to sleep, his hand kept petting your body. He did want you to rest. He also wanted your attention. He had missed you in more than one way. Would you give yourself to him, after all that time? You did let him into your home, your bed and, your arms. He hadn’t taken the first step ever since coming back to your life. He didn’t exactly know how to act, and ended up letting you control the pace of your relationship. Maybe it was time for him to take the lead for a while.   

He pressed soft kisses on your head, then your face, then your neck. He kept an eye out for your reactions, your rejection to be more specific. Out of everything he expected, a huff of laughter was not one of them. 

“You good?” you asked while staring at him under your eyelashes. Your hand climbed up to his face and you simply felt his soft skin under your fingertips. Vergil felt lost for a while. You two had done this before, enough times to make a baby. Why was he feeling so gauche?

“I’ve…missed you.” He settled on saying.

“I’m here.” He gritted his teeth. You knew that wasn’t what he meant.

“Not like that.” he whined. Did he whine? Thankfully you couldn’t see his blushing face in the dark. You could certainly feel the heat coming off it though. He was so cute. You kissed his lips.

“Like what then?” You could be so cruel at times, teasing him like that. He bit your neck in his pettiness, then kissed it better.

“You know what.” You could barely make out his features in the dark. His eyebrows were knitted together, and there was visible tension on his jaw. 

“Sorry sorry,” you apologized, “You just look so cute while annoyed.” His face scrunched more.

“Alright then, Come take it. Or are you going to make me work for it?” There was your permission. You were giving yourself to him. 

Vergil stalled. He was certain that you would reject him, maybe throw him out. He hadn’t prepared for this outcome. He took a few breaths, in and out. He climbed on top of you then. He kissed all over your face while his hands wandered all over your body. You grabbed his face between your hands, and pulled him in for a proper kiss. He was more than enthusiastic to return it. Your teeth clashed clumsily. It was clear that both of you were out of practice. When you pulled back to breathe; Vergil lowered his kisses down to your neck, then to your collarbones. He wanted to go even lower, down to your chest but, much to his annoyance, you were still clothed. 

“May I?” he asked while tugging at the fabric. He sounded surprisingly coy with his request.

“Of course.” You were still a little out of breath. He smiled and peeled the fabric off your body with your help. 

Your body was bare for his eyes. He placed his face between your breasts and took in your scent. It was slightly different than he remembered, but he loved it the same. He didn’t take too long before continuing his kisses. You placed a hand in his hair and led him to your nipple. He directly took the bud in his mouth and, massaged the other with his hand. He was very pleased to hear your small sighs. You pushed his head between your legs. He took a moment to smell you down there as well, before sliding your underwear off. He placed your leg over his shoulder and immediately delved in, collecting some of your wetness with his tongue before sucking on your clit. You were louder now, humming whenever he did something you liked and moaning. He could feel himself getting harder. He grinded his hips into the mattress to temporarily relieve himself. Your thighs squeezed his head.

“Vergil, more.” you whined. He nodded, despite you probably not being able to see it, and quickened his movements. He also brought his hand near your entrance and rubbed at it before sliding a finger in. You called out his name in approval. He kept his pace steady while moving his finger in and out. You tugged at his hair and came soon after.

Vergil let go of your leg before climbing back to your eye level. He held you close while you came down your high.

“You’re so good at this,” you praised him, “You must’ve gotten a lot of practice.” You were teasing him, yet he could hear a layer of insecurity.

“Not ever since our last time.” Vergil honestly replied. He hadn’t exactly had any time to fool around after leaving you, not that he wanted to. You smiled at his honesty, feeling somewhat relieved. While you were tired, you weren’t completely content and Vergil was squirming in slight discomfort. You rubbed your thigh on his crotch. The feeling caught him off guard and he let out a strangled sound.

“Wanna go for another round?” you asked with a wink. He answered by taking off his own clothes.

You were lying on your side, facing Vergil, and placed your leg over his hip. He had one arm under your head as a pillow, the other one was wrapped around your waist. 

“Are you ready?” he asked after giving you a kiss. You were wet enough thanks to your previous orgasm, so you were very ready. Vergil pushed the tip of his dick in you when you gave the greenlight. His hand moved to hold your ass while you tried to adjust. All of his muscles were clenched. He certainly didn’t realise he was that pent up. You moved your hips experimentally when you felt ready. He barely held his gasp in. The hand on your ass tightened. He forcefully relaxed his knuckles and thrusted further inside your walls. He was moving back and forth at a nice pace at that point. You placed your hand between your bodies, rubbing your clit. Vergil’s mouth found yours once again. You moaned into his mouth when he hit a particularly tasty spot. He swallowed the sound you made and attacked at that spot. You were building towards another orgasm. Vergil was barely holding it together. You felt so warm and soft and amazing overall. He had to make you come before he embarrassed himself. 

Vergil’s thrusts faltered a little. You were getting wetter and clenching around him. He didn’t know how to cope with it. He pulled you closer and changed the angle of his movement to hit that spot better. You hastened the hand on your clit. All that finally pushed you off the edge. A cry escaped your mouth as you climaxed. Vergil pulled out and barely rubbed himself before coming between your legs. 

You held each other tightly as you came down from your highs. Vergil was playing with your hair while you rested yourself. 

The city’s otherwise bright lights during nighttime, illuminating the main street as people pass by each other, was overstimulating with how her thoughts were already running rampant. With the large suitcase grounding her as she tries to clear her mind to focus on her objective; Mary’s eyes narrowed in focus, glaring at every passerby to make way. Spotting a vehicle at the end of the sidewalk, she met eyes with its driver and sped up towards him.

“Hey baby, you need a ride? But what the man thought to be a night of pleasure at the company of another woman turned out to be a night where he’ll be held at gunpoint to surrender his car. “Because I definitely need you to ride this dick—”

“Out of the car! Now!”

There is only a few minutes left before the agreed time, and Mary doesn’t want to waste any by idling in the traffic. Running through multiple red lights, she avoided the police by haphazardly turning at every corner; but despite going over the speed limit, it still won’t be enough to reach the rendezvous area that’s still a few streets away. She could spy the demons atop the building, and since there aren’t any more shortcuts, she grabbed her gun and shot the flatbed truck that was carrying a large set of ladders on its back. Shouting an apology to the driver as she uses the leverage that the ladder gave, Mary drove straight through the traffic wall, with the vehicle flying towards the rooftop where the demons gathered.  

Mid-air, a grotesque demon met her as it prepared to attack. With her hand already at the door’s handle, Mary grabbed her suitcase and jumped out, shooting at the car’s gas tank and detonating it at the demon’s face. With one enemy down, she landed at the ground as its remains rained down from above. And with that, Mary faced the White Rabbit. 

“Arkham.” He doesn’t seem surprised by her appearance however, even giving praise for her entrance. “But you’re out of cars, and I’ve got a lot more warriors.” And as if to prove his statement, Mary found herself surrounded on all sides, with the demons only waiting for a command to strike. Despite her abilities, she won’t be able to win against a horde on her own; knowing this, she’s hoping that your earlier statement of her being a sacrificial maiden would increase her chances at survival. 

Putting away her weapon as if to show that she won’t engage in combat anymore, Mary procured a switch from her pocket and held it out for everyone to see. “Lucky for them, I’m here to negotiate.”

“With what, exactly?

“Dante’s life.”

“I press this button, and the most irritating member of both our species gets turned into a fucking cinder.” That caught every demons’ attention, and as expected, it piqued the Rabbit’s interest as well. “Might be hard to take a DNA sample from him after that.”

“I see.” But Mary knows that it won’t be easy. She’s talking to someone who’s willing to bring an end to Humanity just so he could 

She’s talking to someone who’s willing to bring an end to Humanity just so he could achieve whatever demonic vision he has. Convincing him to stand down and surrender the artifacts is extremely unlikely, but as long as she could get the amulet back… “So, in exchange for not eradicating my blood supply, you want me to call off the attack.” 

“And give me the amulet.” 

He only laughs at her words, saying that she’s too ballsy for someone with a grave disadvantage.

“But if Dante burns, his blood is gone.” With her options running out, Mary hovers her finger over the button. “Forever.” If she can’t make a deal with him, then perhaps she could appeal to his army? Given the experiments she saw in the apartment, there should be at least some dissatisfaction within their ranks. “You put these demons through torture, fucked with their genetic codes, all for your cause.” Even a small discord would do… 

“You should take the deal to keep the hope for the cause alive.”

That’s all she needs to get an opening to strike. 

“Unless you have another agenda they should know about—”

“Do you truly think that’s the case?”

Mary froze.

“Alright then, take it.” 

Much to her surprise, the Rabbit gently took off the necklace, in a manner befitting that of a gentleman, and threw it in her direction. That was too easy, and he looked too calm as she caught the amulet, like this won’t even deter his plans at all. But Mary doesn’t have time to argue with details, she has the amulet, it’s time to scram. “A pleasure, as always.” But as she steps back, she realized that none of the demons moved to make way for her escape. 

“...If I may, Lieutenant…” 

“I fear there’s been some misunderstanding.”

“These demons aren’t that intelligent at all.”

The Chevalier Demon swooped from above, sword in hand, ready to cut Mary down if she didn’t grab Kalina Ann in time. Her case falls empty as the rocket launcher parries the strike, and as the rest of the army charged towards her, she shot at the demonic knight, sending him flying towards the bridge. Using the serrated blade at her weapon’s end, she slashed her way through the crowd; and seeing as she couldn’t shoot another missile, Mary shoved the weapon through a demon’s head, before resorting to her machine gun.

It only blew up a couple of her enemies until it ran out of bullets, but she still hasn't found an escape route. With only her dual pistols left, she had to fight a continuously increasing horde of demons as they closed in on her. She can’t die here, not after everything that had happened. 

One of them snuck behind and managed to nick her shoulder, an injury that shouldn’t have mattered, yet it only took a few seconds for her to collapse. What? 

“A formula I developed based on Echidna’s natural toxin.” The Rabbit’s voice echoes as her vision swims. She can barely make out his silhouette as he approaches… or was she the one that’s getting near? “It won’t kill you, only paralyze you for a while.” He reaches out to her neck and snatches the pendant off, but Mary isn't even sure what’s happening anymore. Her body remained slack as it felt like she was getting dragged by her hair.

“All of my warriors’ blades are doused with it.”

“It’ll give us plenty of time to extract Dante’s blood from him.”

“We just have to land one blow.”

Her surroundings changed again as she was thrown over a demon’s shoulder. With the last of her mind intact, she surmised that she’s going to be carried off somewhere. As a sacrifice, she thinks. At least the ritual won’t be complete so long as Dante’s not here.

Someone stood in front of her, and with what’s left of her sense of touch, Mary could feel the pressure as the Rabbit grabbed her cheeks, forcing her to look at him. “You really thought that I’ll fall for such an obvious bluff? I wasn’t that same gullible kid who blindly believed in your words before. You mean nothing to me now.”

“Le…” But before she could finish her sentence, the Rabbit lets go, making her head fall back as she remains immobile. 

“Don’t worry, Mary. You won’t die here just yet.”

“You’re just as important as Dante.”

As she loses consciousness, she hears something explode as she falls. But instead of the dull pain of concrete hitting her body, a pair of arms caught her before she could hit the floor. Mary opened her eyes and was met by your smile.

“Hi, Lady.”