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Fluffy V

I imagine that since V is so much more vulnerable than the rest of the team that he gets upset about it sometimes! Reader is gender neutral!

Very rarely were there days like this. V was very rarely upset like this, not that it wasn’t impossible but he simply chose not to get upset. But there were days like this.

Usually days after a hard fight. A week after a difficult fight, V would still wake up in almost paralyzing pain, acid burning away his muscles and fire scorching through his veins. It would take you helping him as a support to even get out of bed. Meanwhile, the rest of the team would already be out on another mission, with not a scratch to recover from.

Those were the days V broke down.

It was lonely. Dante, Nero, Vergil, and Trish all gone on another mission, promising to be back within a few days. Nico had left a few hours ago to meet up with an old friend, some other “artisan” with similar interests. It was just the two of you, and usually, that was enough company to suit you just fine, but V was so distant today. He wasn’t reading, he wasn’t speaking, he wasn’t… doing anything. He was just staring out the window, sometimes flinching and wincing silently.

You almost spoke up a few times, but you knew that he was angry. This wasn’t the first time. You knew that look in his eyes. There was real anger there, and it was frightening. It was almost always directed at himself.

He was human, incredibly fragile. While everyone else could take a hit, V had to stay on the sidelines, out of danger, to even make it through a fight sometimes.

You remembered what he said to you, a few months ago.

It was late, and you two had been alone in a hotel room while the rest of the team had gone off demon hunting with the van. You were gently removing an old bandage wrapped around his forearm, wincing when you saw the dried blood and the slowly healing cut.

“I’m absolutely useless,” he muttered under his breath. You were barely able to pick up what he had said, and only because you were so close to him.

“What?” you started, unsure of what you just heard, and feeling a cold twist in your stomach.

“Look at this,” V twisted his arm around, showing you the entire length of the cut. It ran from the side of his wrist to the crook of his elbow. It had been a deep cut, almost fatal. There had been so much blood, so much screaming, so much red. You saw red in his blood, you saw red for days, you saw red swimming in your vision for weeks after that injury. To know that V was hurt, that anyone would hurt him made you furious.

You gently placed a hand on the untouched skin, holding his arm down. The stitches still hadn’t fully healed, and it must have been painful to move his arm at all, but he didn’t show any sign of it on his face.

“What about it?” you whispered, not understanding fully.

“When have you ever seen any of the others bear wounds this severe? Nero? Dante? Anyone?” The silence stretched on and on, “Or, to put it simply, do you recall ever seeing them with any wounds, ever?”

His voice was starting to rise in volume, and you could tell he was angry, but not about what. You were confused, your hand still on V’s arm, still looking up at his face.

“Or, when have you ever seen any of the others so vulnerable? So fragile and weak? At their weakest moments, I’m still no match for them. I have nothing to contribute to the efforts of the team.” his voice now had a tired defeated note to it. You were quickly beginning to understand his anger.

Anger at himself.

Today, that day was repeating. You eyed his distant gaze, his expression as he flinched every time he moved, the bandages wrapped around his leg, his stomach, his arm.

“I’m a coward.” V finally said. You sighed, somewhat heartbroken and somewhat relieved. Finally, he had broken the silence, but in the worst way possible.

“Is it really cowardly to take time to recover after almost dying?” you asked. V looked over at you, curiously. Strangely enough, there was a certain authority in your voice. Not the response he expected, but a strong response nonetheless. “Listen to me, V. You’re human, that’s all. You can’t compare yourself to the others. It’s not fair to you, or any other human on this planet. You’re not like the others, and that’s okay. Because you bring something unique to this group, just like everyone else.”

He studied you momentarily with a raised brow. There was real anger in your voice. Frustration. And, suddenly, he understood. You were talking about you. Both of you, humans. Feeling trapped and small and delicate while you lived with giants.

“And what do I bring to this group, exactly?” his voice was less sharp now, more curious. That meant progress, and you jumped at the chance to make him feel better.

“Rationale. Stability. Brain cells- like do you even know the Spardas? They’ve got one shared brain cell between all of them!” you continued, louder and louder as a smile started to appear on V’s face. “You bring so much to this family. Maybe it’s not exactly strength, but that’s fine. Nico and I are in the same boat as you. You just gotta find what you’re good at, and use that to help the others.”

You moved to the couch that V was sitting on, careful not to disturb him. His bandaged wounds were still painful.

“Is stability and thoughtfulness really enough to justify my presence here?” V asked. There was no venom in his voice anymore.

“I’m here, aren’t I? I’ve never been on a mission with the others before. I would die before anyone could even wonder what I’m going to do. But you guys keep me around.” You gently placed a hand on his leg. “It… It isn’t all about physical strength. We have enough of that on our team, I think. We need people to hold us together and make sure that we don’t spiral out of control. They… Our family is not in the best place right now. We need to help them sort all this stuff out. Make sense of all of it, y’know?”

V’s gaze remained thoughtfully on your hand, placed very lightly above his bandaged knee. You felt a flush go up your face. It wasn’t often that you could talk about your feelings, especially around the others. It felt clumsy now compared to V’s elegant everyday speech.

“That’s… lovely.”

“You think so?” you said with a renewed lightness in your voice.

“Always. Everything about you, everything you say.”

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Nero X Male Reader

A/N: uhhhhh it’s spicy spicy time so don’t read if you don’t want to read the spicy 

The short breaks between missions were the only time you and Nero had any time together. Time together was precious enough, but privacy was even rarer. But today was just one of those times where everything worked out in your favor for once. Today, with some careful planning, was your day off. Of course, planning it didn’t ensure anything at all. Demons usually didn’t have the common courtesy to give a heads up before dropping by. But, with any luck, you two would be able to spend a few hours together uninterrupted.

He was getting touchy even before you were in the hotel, his arm snaking around your waist and pulling you close. You almost started to protest, but he leaned over, his warm breath on your neck, making you shudder. Nero wasn’t one for public affection, or just affection most of the time, but it had been far too long since you two were able to spend any time together. The wait had been infuriating and Nero was getting impatient. You started to pick up the pace, both worried that someone might see, and excited for whatever Nero had in plan for today.

Your hands shook as you fumbled with the key, feeling a blush creep up your neck and onto your cheeks. The moment you opened the hotel door, Nero shoved you to the wall and slammed the door shut. He was only a few inches taller than you, but leaning against the wall with both of his arms trapping you there, he seemed to loom above you.

“Eager much?” you tried to tease, your voice threatening to crack. He was an intimidating man, especially with the way he was looking at you now. Like he already knew that your legs were weak, just waiting to give out so you could be on your knees for him.

“It was a long wait, you can’t really blame me.” He said with a smile and leaned to kiss you. It was rough, his faint stubble scratching your face as you kissed. Nero had always been dominant in your relationship, but after a few weeks without fucking it sometimes got out of hand. You tried to make a mental note to slip away from the hotel as quickly as possible, trying to avoid any unnecessary costs for whatever Nero breaks.

He nipped at your lip, making you shudder, then something brushed against your neck. His finger traced the side of your neck, then he gently placed the palm of his hand on your throat. The cold of his metal arm made you breathless, and then made your struggle to catch your breath again when his fingers wrapped around your throat. You instinctively whimpered, and you could feel Nero’s lips turn up into a smile.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asked, his grip tightening a little. It wasn’t enough to hurt, but it was enough to make you feel powerless. You nodded, trying to regain your composition. You managed to get your legs under you again, and braced yourself against the wall for support. You could still feel your heart pounding against his hand, and you could only hope that he couldn’t feel anything with his mechanical hand. Nero’s grip loosened on your neck, but it still held you in place against the wall. “I want an answer.”

“Yes, sir.” you managed to whisper. His hand fell back to his side, and immediately your hand replaced it. Choking wasn’t at all painful, Nero made sure of that, but it made you feel vulnerable.

“You want to actually make it to the bed before fucking?” Nero asked with a smile, making you laugh.

“Well to be fair, it was a long wait. I can’t blame you.” You said with a smirk.

The room was nothing extravagant, but it would get the job done. It had a bed, after all, and that’s all you were focused on. Your heart was still pounding when you sat down on the edge of the bed, looking up at Nero. There’s a spark in his eyes, and he knelt down in front of you. You could swear that your heart skipped a beat. You had no idea what Nero was thinking, but it seemed that he was switching from dominant to submissive in the blink of an eye.

Both of his hands went to your knees, trailing up your thighs, and brushing up your sides. You had to stifle a laugh, and Nero smiled up at you.

“Ticklish?” he asked with a playful smirk.

“Don’t you even think about it.” you warned, and he laughed. Slowly, his left hand trailed up to your shoulder, and back down to your hand, holding it tight. His left stayed at your waist, gently playing with the belt of your pants. Without a word, you worked on taking them off, and Nero very gently tossed them across the room.

“Those were my favorite pants.” You complained. He gently placed a kiss on your thighs and rested his head on your lap for a moment. Your free hand went to his hair, playing with it, tousling it up.

“I missed you,” he whispered.

There was something about Nero. He was so obviously dominant your relationship, yet he still managed to relinquish his power and make himself vulnerable to you. He didn’t give you flowers, you two almost never had time for dates, he would often come back home in a bad mood or injured.

But moments like these made it all worth it.

“I missed you too.” you leaned down to kiss his hair, and he glanced back up at you. You locked eyes, his blue eyes wavering just a bit.

“Alright, enough of all of this,” he said, standing up.

“Why? I thought it was sweet.”

He placed a hand on your shoulder, pushing you down and leaning over you. He leaned in his face right next to yours.

“I have a few things in mind that I’d like to do,” he muttered, pressing a kiss to your neck, then biting down. You let a strangled shout, and Nero looks up at you with raised brows. “You okay?”

“Yup. Fine.” you gasped. He pressed another kiss to your neck, moving down to your collarbones. His hands reached down to the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head.

“That’s better,” he muttered mostly to himself before leaning down to press another kiss to your chest. Lower and lower, becoming more and more open-mouthed and leaving a trail of warm kisses all the way down to your boxers, where there was a very obvious bulge. Your breath hitched as he pressed a wet kiss on the exposed skin above your boxers.

You shut your eyes, focusing on your breathing as his face kept on moving lower. You could feel the warmth of his breath through the thin layer of fabric that your boxers provided.

So close, so frustratingly close.

“Please?” your voice cracked. Almost immediately, he licked up your length through your underwear, making you grab a handful of bedcovers and groan.

“Oh, that’s cute.” Nero’s muffled voice came from between your legs. You were gasping now, your mind fuzzy and barely picking up on the words. It was almost embarrassing how quickly you lost control when Nero decided he wanted to tease you, but it was one of the sure fire ways to get you to melt under his touch. “I wanna hear it again.”

A lick, starting from the base of your dick to the head, made your head spin a little. Your grip on the bedsheets tightened and your entire body tensed.

“Please! God, please!” you panted, irritated to hear Nero chuckling.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” His fingers hooked over the fabric of your boxers, yanking them off and tossing them away. You vaguely thought about complaining again about that, but Nero cut off the thought by wrapping his fingers around your dick and gently stroking.

“Fuck!” you shouted, thrusting into his hand. His hand left your cock, making you whimper, and was replaced with his mouth. Long, slow licks up the length of your dick, lingering and teasing the head. His tongue was pressing up onto your dick, making his mouth feel tight and warm and absolutely fucking perfect. You tried again to try to thrust into his mouth, but his hand, his metal hand, pressed down on your stomach.

Against your flush skin, the metal was almost painfully cold. The feeling of his warm mouth around you, moving too slowly, his freezing cold hand on your burning skin.

Temperature play at its finest.

Everything about him was extreme. His mouth, wet and warm, swallowing your dick and making you moan every time he took it all the way down his throat. His metal hand, warming up to your skin too slowly and making your breathing swallow. His other hand tightly gripping your thigh, sometimes brushing down your leg.

He was overwhelming, especially like this, when his entire focus is on your pleasure. He knew exactly how to make you feel good with his entire body.

His flesh hand moved to your dick, tracing up the sensitive skin of your thigh and wrapping around your dick. There was a moment of hesitation, then he licked the head of your penis and wrapped his lips around it. Then, he started to move both his hand and his mouth in sync. Every muscle in your body tensed, trying to last just a little bit longer because you wanted to feel this for as long as you could long out.

You were getting close when you grabbed a fistful of his white hair and started to face fuck him. His hands moved to your hips as you thrust into his mouth, shouting as you came. You loosened your grip on his hair after the wave of pleasure passed, and then gently massaged it apologetically.

You opened your eyes for the first time in what felt like ages, wincing at how bright the entire room seemed now. Nero’s face was looking up at you, and he swallowed.

“That was nice,” he whispered. His voice seemed hoarse, and as the fuzziness in your mind passed, you immediately felt a tinge of guilt.

“It wasn’t too much at the end?” you asked.

“No, it was all fine.” he laid down on the bed next to you. “Now I feel horribly overdressed.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see that Nero hadn’t removed a single article of clothing, and he was sweating in his blue jacket.

“I can fix that.”

“Oh, please do.”

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