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Taking care of you when you’re ill (fluff)

Nero x reader

-You felt extremely ill and Nero noticed you were looking pale. He checked your temperature and told you that you have a terrible fever.  

-Nero doesn’t mind taking care of you when you’re very ill. 

-He would check up on you to see if your fever has gone down. 

-He would always try to cook food for you even though he’s very terrible at it. Nero often asks Nico or Kyrie for help. 

-You kept telling Nero that he doesn’t have to do this but he insisted. 

-Nero is a very caring lover. He just wants to help you to get better. 

-You felt bad for Nero since he has been looking after you a lot when he should be doing his missions. 

-Nero told you not to worry about it. 

-He gives you those DISGUSTING medicine twice a day. 

- Since you’re still quite a little ill, you kept telling him off to not get close to you whenever he tries to give you a hug. Nero doesn’t care. Besides, he told you that he has a strong immune system. 

-You appreciate Nero for taking good care of you, thanking him for it❤️✨

[onestepbackwards]

Y/n on the phone with Nero, clearly exhausted: You know, I like to think I have a great relationship with the twins.... Camera pans to both Dante and Vergil sheepishly standing Y/n’s ruined living room: But sometimes I am this close to banishing them to the fucking shadow realm. Nero: ...I’ll be over in 10. Please try not to kill them before then.

[zenithlux]

If you are still taking requests would you mind doing 86 and 123 with vergil/nero/fem reader ?

Yep still am! I have a few more in my inbox (so if you’ve sent something and haven’t seen a response yet, don’t worry! I have quite a few anon requests, so I’m tackling them somewhat in the order they were received.)

86 will be Vergil/Reader, and 123 will be Nero/Reader with a twist! Hope you enjoy!

#86: AM I SCARING YOU?

Vergil was vaguely aware that she had never seen his devil form. It hadn’t been entirely on purpose. Though, he wasn’t too keen on unleashing that half of him for no particular reason. They fought together, sure, but there was never an instance where he had needed it. His human form and Yamato did just fine, and she could handle her own. And she was smart: smart enough to know when she couldn’t handle something and to leave it to him instead. And this team dynamic had worked, for the most part. 

But then something had gone wrong. A pack of demons had ambushed her on her way to Devil May Cry; one of the few times in weeks that he hadn’t been there. And his brave little artist had managed to take a few out on her own, but the third - a fury, of all things - caught her right in the stomach. 

Vergil could smell the blood from a mile away.

His demon didn’t hesitate.

Within seconds, he was by her side, despite not knowing before where she had been or what had even happened. He vaguely heard a gasp somewhere behind him when he quite literally tore the fury apart and turned on the other two that dare harm her. He felt the presence of other demons dissipate in an instant as they scattered. And he might have chased them down if the scent of blood didn’t remind him why he was there in the first place. 

My…

It was then that he realized what he’d done, and how gruesome the scene was. This was more than calculated cuts by Yamato or perfect strikes with his summoned swords. This was… it was violent. Dark. Monsterous. It…

“Vergil,” 

He blinked once as she took a slow, pained step toward him. Her hand was on her bleeding stomach, but her eyes were on his. Any trace of fear she may have had was gone, replaced by the same love he had seen time and time again. “It’s okay,” She said. “I’ve suffered worse.”

Vergil knew he should transform back, but he didn’t. Maybe it was her confidence or the way she seemed more concerned with his safety than her own. Even so, he didn’t miss the way her body shook the closer he got or the way her breathing hitched when she finally stood in front of him. “Wow,” She said.

“Am I scaring you?”

His voice came out as a deep, guttural growl that startled her. Then, she laughed, before wincing as she pressed harder against her wound. Vergil reached for her, but noticed his own claws and thought better of it. Instead, he cautiously moved his tail toward her, brushing it against her side. She eyed it with a sense of wonder, before looking back at him. “I suppose this was bound to happen eventually,” She said. “And I will admit… I wish I had more time to admire you.”

Vergil knew his demon form wouldn’t give away his shock. His tail, however, wrapped fully around her back. He resisted the urge to pull her closer, his mind muddled with the scent of her and her blood all mixed together. “You need help,” He said. 

“May I?”

“May you what?”

She reached her hand toward his face. “Just for a moment,” She said. “Then we can go.”

Slowly, Vergil nodded. And when her fingers brushed his scales, he physically shuddered. Her touch was freezing compared to his demon-half, but it wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, it made him purr before he could stop it. His tail flicked away for a moment in annoyance, before brushing again along her spine. She laughed but winced as she stumbled back. This time, his tail wrapped fully around her, pulling her close and dropping her into his arms. “Hold on,” He said, not that it mattered as even if she wasn’t hurt, he would never let her go. 

#123: Oh, did I scare you big boy? 

Nero didn’t know what possessed him to date a demon. 

He also knew how ironic that sentence was, yet he had yet to figure out another way to say it. 

After breaking up with Kyrie - a mutual agreement, as the two realized they were really just friends - he’d been lonely for more than a few months. Dante and Vergil were surprisingly good company, even offering Nero a place in Devil May Cry until he figured things out. And Nero liked to think his relationship with his father was improving with this new situation, as the two had finally figured out how to talk to each other. They all still saw Kyrie from time to time, as Nero was always happy to help with the orphanage or take care of the foster kids whenever she needed it. But now, he and Nico could hunt demons to their heart’s content.

And then he’d met her. 

At first, Nero assumed the woman was just a special kind of human. She used a sword similar to his, except hers could change shape on a dime. And no matter what form it took - including a hammer-like thing that Dante envied, and an overly long katana that Vergil had called ‘superfluous’ - she used it with expert precision. And even after Vergil warned Nero of the woman’s demonic nature, both he and Nico were smitten. Nico started calling her ‘devil-girl’, except that title was said with endearment, while ‘devil-boy’ was used to tease him. ‘Swordmistress’ had been said once or twice, but Nero still wasn’t sure if that was a legitimate nickname or something Nico used to taunt Vergil.

Regardless, after a few weeks of chance encounters, Nero was more than relieved when their new devil companion accepted his offer of working with them. Partially because Nico would have killed him had he not asked, but mostly because he wanted to get to know her more himself. 

Imagine his surprise when he saw her demonic form for the first time.

It shouldn’t have caught him off guard as much as it did. Even after seeing his family’s own demonic forms - which were much stronger and arguably ‘scarier’ than most others-, hers was still a shock. The ease which she transformed in front of him was just as impressive as Dante and Vergil’s. Her long legs were accentuated by taloned feet that were bent like high-heels. A long piece of leather clung to her body, leaving little to the imagination. Her wings were nothing like his family’s, looking more like long, sharp, insect legs than actual wings. Her head twisted into something like a beetle with curved horns and large, glowing antennae that highlighted her black and orange exoskeleton. And when the fight was over, she swiveled her head around in a completely unnatural way as her bug eyes glittered in what he imagined was mischief. 

“Did I scare you, big boy?”

Nero didn’t know what overcame him. But he burst into laughter before throwing her a grin of his own. “Not at all,” He said, revving red queen as he slipped into his own demonic form. “All I see is someone new to spar with.”

She chuckled, though it was more of a series of clicks than anything human. “I knew the blood of Sparda was strong, but I never imagined you had such a form.”

“Guess we’re both full of surprises.”

This time, he was certain she was laughing. “I have a proposition for you.”

“Shoot.” He said as he propped Red Queen on his shoulder. She tilted her head, and Nero corrected himself. “Tell me.”

“Loser pays for a…” She paused, head tilting the other way. 

“Dinner?”

“Is that what a meeting between two people who may or may not like each other is called?”

Nero snorted. “Sure. Let’s go with that.”

“Then yes,” She said. “Loser pays for the dinner.”

“Deal.”

[sakkajagga]

so hey @silversapphyre remember when you left a comment on the “boop the snoot” post lmaooo

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    It was just one of those days.  Everything was quiet, still, and calm.  Nero sat on the edge of the couch, dozing in and out of naps, and you were bored.  Bored enough to chance aggravating a sleepy devil hunter with a known short temper.  It started out with you whispering his name, just to test the waters on how out of it he really was.  When you received no response, you reached over to poke him; first on the shoulder--no movement.  Then the neck--he huffed.  Poking his cheek resulted in a deep sound that rumbled his chest as he furrowed his brow; leaving you to realize that he actually just growled at you.  The amusement becoming too great, you reached out to poke him again, pausing when he gruffly spoke right before the tip of your finger could touch his nose, “If you poke me again, I’m gonna bite your finger off.”  You purse your lips, both to stop from laughing and to try and curb calling his bluff.  It didn’t work.

    In a flash of movement, you jabbed out, poked his nose, then made an immediate break for it.  Unfortunately you didn’t even make it off the couch thanks to Nero reacting instantly to grab hold of you (and your hand) before pressing and holding you down beneath him with another low growl.  “Okay, okay, I’m sorry, I--”  Nero used his thumb to force your index finger up.  “H-hey…” you tugged on your hand in his iron grip as he brought it closer to his mouth.  And just as he was about to close his teeth down on your finger, Nero suddenly let go; shoving your hand out of his way and laid down right on top of you.  The sudden weight forced you to huff out a breath, “What the…”

    “Nap time.  Shhh.”

    You pet his hair with a small laugh as Nero curled an arm around you, quite content to use you as a pillow rather than falling asleep sitting up.  At least until you reached down and poked his nose again, laughing a little too loud as you jerked your hand away when he actually snapped at your finger.

[lizz-11]

Deseo

-Estaba preguntándome cuando despertarías- el hombre al que le hablas continuaba acostado, con las sabanas blancas de tu cama enredadas hasta la cintura, el torso y pectorales completamente desnudos, lo ves sonreír hacia un lado completamente satisfecho con lo que esta viendo en ese momento, tu cuerpo desnudo recién salido de la ducha. Olvidaste meter dos toallas al baño como acostumbras hacer siempre, una para el cabello y una para el cuerpo, así que no te quedo mas opción que elegir entre una y otra. Decidiste utilizar la toalla para secar tu cabello, no querías que el agua escurriera y mojara la alfombra -¿que tal la siesta?- le preguntas con tono divertido, recordando a la perfección la alocada noche que pasaron juntos. En tu vida habías conocido a un hombre con tanta energía, que pudiera soportar varias rondas de sexo desenfrenado. Terminaste exhausta después del quinto orgasmo, dándote por vencida finalmente y sucumbiendo al sueño sin importarte manchar las sabanas o limpiarte a ti misma. Te daba igual en realidad, no eras capaz de levantar un dedo ni siquiera para quejarte y sabias lo contento que él estaba por eso.

Se conocieron en un bar, Nero estaba sentado junto a un hombre de cabello negro, con un estilo gótico que llamo tu atención. Si eras franca contigo misma debías aceptar que primero lo viste a él, te pareció atractivo y original, hasta que miraste sus sandalias y supiste que no era el estilo de hombre que querías, perdiste completamente el interés  en el chico. Excepto que Nero ya se había interesado en ti, lo supiste por que te estaba mirando fijamente y entonces se puso de pie, caminando hacia ti con una sonrisa arrogante y coqueta, llevaba puesta una camiseta henley en color negro, lo suficientemente ajustada para permitirte imaginar la forma de su cuerpo y un par de pantalones de mezclilla, pero no era eso lo que te llamo la atención sino la seguridad con la que camino hacia ti, se detuvo a tu lado e inicio una conversación contigo. Era valiente y atrevido, y te encantaba eso en una conquista.

Platicaron por un largo tiempo, coqueteando,  y diciéndose unas cuantas insinuaciones hasta que llego la hora de marcharse y lo invitaste a tu departamento.

Lo que paso después fue indescriptible, Nero te provoco como ningún hombre lo había hecho, desde la forma en que bajo el cierre de tu vestido rojo haciéndote sentir impaciente, hasta como te toco en los puntos exactos y te besó lleno de lujuria y pasión. Fue la mejor primer ronda que tuviste, sin embargo cuando volteaste a verlo supiste que el no estaba conforme del todo. Nero volvió a besarte, acariciándote la entrepierna, sintiendo la humedad con la que te había dejado minutos antes. El contacto cálido de su piel con la tuya te mantuvo alerta a su próximo movimiento y sentiste su miembro erecto contra tu abdomen, te habrías reído si no estuvieras ocupada admirando su tamaño. Querías probarlo con tu boca por lo menos una vez, pero Nero tenia otros planes en mente, lo tomo con su mano derecha, apretándolo mas a tu cuerpo mientras lo bajaba hasta tu zona intima, sentiste un espasmo de excitación cuando lo introdujo en ti y comenzó a moverse con fuerza, provocando que tus gritos terminaran  ahogándose por sus movimientos rápidos, no podías creer que un hombre así existiera

-estoy seguro que no es tu primera vez- lo escuchaste decir con tono juguetón

-no, pero es la mejor de todas- tu respuesta lo lleno de orgullo, haciendo que se esforzara mas por complacerte. Te había estado viendo desde que llegaste, sin poder creer como una mujer como tú podía sentarse sola en la barra sin que un idiota se le acercara, se sintió un poco decepcionado cuando noto que volteabas hacia donde él estaba, pero no lo veías a él, sino a V. Pensó que no tenia caso intentarlo, sin embargo V no  parecía interesado en ti y creyó que tal vez si lo intentaba podría tener una oportunidad contigo. Te veías ardiente en ese vestido rojo entallado, gritándole al mundo que esa noche querías pasarla bien con un poco de compañía y entonces camino a ti.

El segundo orgasmo llego inevitablemente haciéndote gritar de locura. Tus manos aferrándose a las sabanas para contener la increíble sensación que se apodero de ti los siguientes instantes, Nero apenas y estaba sudando cuando colapso sobre ti, besándote ligeramente, recuperando el aliento. En definitiva le pedirías su numero y lo volverías a llamar para pasarla bien de nuevo.

No tenias idea de como inicio la tercera ronda, estabas cansada, un poco mareada y al mismo tiempo dispuesta a complacerlo de nuevo. Lo querías dentro de ti una vez más, lo necesitabas como a nada

-V no te habría cogido como yo-

-¿V?- preguntaste insegura a que se refería

-mi amigo-

-ahh- articulaste con dificultad, mitad gemido mitad palabra, Nero se había abierto camino de nuevo. No te importaba V en lo absoluto, lo único  que te importaba era que Nero no se detuviera, querías sentir su calor y las pulsaciones que acompañaban a su eyaculación. Te estabas mojando con solo pensarlo.

Al final de la quinta ronda simplemente ya no fuiste consiente de nada, la fatiga te obligo a dormir inmediatamente, lo único que recordabas era un dulce beso que Nero deposito en tus labios.

Cuando despertaste aquella mañana de un Domingo y encontraste al peliblanco aun dormido a tu lado, sonreíste inmediatamente, lo contemplaste con una mezcla de deseo y cariño. No te enamorabas de un extraño así como así, en realidad prácticamente nunca volvías a ver a alguien después de un acoston de una noche, pero Nero era alguien difícil de olvidar, su energía te había llevado a la cima la noche anterior y sentías agradecimiento hacia él. Te levantaste de la cama para darte un baño y cuando volviste lo encontraste despierto, mirándote como si nada en el mundo fuera mas interesante que tu cuerpo desnudo, completamente a su merced

-¿pensando en continuar lo de anoche?- preguntaste con verdadera curiosidad

-no- te dijo alargando un brazo para atraerte hacia el, recostándote a su lado, te sentiste incomoda por llevar la toalla enredada en tu cabello, el la retiro suavemente y sus dedos se enredaron en el, masajeándolo cuidadosamente, el simple detalle desato tus fantasías y terminaste besándolo, llena de excitación. Nero correspondió el beso desenfrenado, sin ocultar el deseo que tenia por volver a tenerte. Entonces tu estomago rugió, las mejillas se te sonrojaron y sonreíste con vergüenza, Nero se rio un poco

-vamos a desayunar algo- sugeriste, estabas segura que si no se detenían en ese instante terminarías muriendo en algún momento, seria una de las muertes mas placenteras y aun así no estabas dispuesta a morir tan joven, no después de haberlo encontrado. Lo tomaste de la mano ayudándolo a ponerse de pie, Nero se dio un baño mientras preparabas el desayuno y cuando estuvo listo lo viste entrar en la cocina, el también estaba mirándote, camino hacia ti y envolvió tu cuerpo entre sus brazos, su pecho chocando con tu espalda, te abrazo con delicadeza, haciendo que te derritieras por dentro

-puede que suene raro- te dijo -pero me encantaría tener una cita contigo- y aceptaste, no podías negarte a una proposición así, no cuando el te sostenía de esa manera, tan sutil y llena de afecto.

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[onestepbackwards]

Y/n, walking into Devil May Cry and seeing Vergil for the first time: ...Uh... who...? Nero, walking in behind them: *Sighs* That’s my dad. Don’t worry about him, he usually only stabs Dante. Y/n: He what.

[onestepbackwards]

Y/n and Nero: *Watching Griffon tease V* Y/n: ...Is it bad I think I could punt the chicken down the street? Nero, pulling out his wallet: 50 bucks if you make it past that restaurant down the block.

[onestepbackwards]

Y/n: *Is chillin in the van with Dante and Nero* Nero, seeing Dante is asleep: *Grabs nearby glass of water* >:) Y/n, grabbing Nero’s sleeve without looking up: Do not. Nero: ...Fine.