you rolled your eyes, a groan leaving your lips as you saw a pair of death scissors headed straight for you, the desolate hallway filled with their soft cries. you placed a hand on your hip as you unsheathed your weapon, looking upwards as they swirled around the vicinity.
sighing, you looked out of the nearest window, now open as the shattered glass laid below it from when they had entered the building. the sun glimmered in the horizon as it illuminated the desolate streets of redgrave, qlipoth pollen floating around in the air as it radiated off of stiff deteriorating bodies.
your thoughts were interrupted as you ducked, evading the pair of blades headed for your neck with a gut churning screech. clouds of black flew over your head as you swung your sword at the demon, blade blocked by the sharp shears held in front of what would be its chest.
“do i ever get a—break?” you gritted your teeth at the last word, feet placed stiffly above you so as to not slip while you clashed with the creature. its hollow eyes, or more so eye holes of its mask, was a dark contrast to white of its mask as the whispering came from the pit of its mouth.
you swung your blade, managing to get at least one hit. the only reason you knew your sword pierced the demon was the shriek that followed after, blocking the other creature’s attack as it came from behind. you backed up, watching as the death scissor twins spun around the room in dark, inky swirls.
before you knew it, you were on your back, your own blade pressed up against your neck as you resisted the demon— that is, until a certain jaguar attacks the spirits from behind.
your brows furrowed as the distraction helped you take the upper hand, breaking the pair of blades with a sharp clang as you watched griffon soar above you, his obnoxious cackles drowning out the screeches of the other demons.
and as if on cue, you heard a familiar soft voice echo through the hallway— accompanied by the faint tapping off a cane, “tyger, tyger— burning bright,
“in the forests of the night.”
you looked at shadow, sheathing your weapon as you held your hand out in front of her for familiarity, “what immortal hand or eye,”
when v finally came into view, his dark hair coming into frame first, you watched as he walked into the hallway with a book in hand. jade eyes came to meet yours, lips twitching in a half smile before they moved with his next words,
“could frame thy fearful symmetry?”
“always the dramatic entrance, huh?” you gave him a small breathless laugh.
v chuckled in amusement, almost as if saying this was child play. considering you were an assassin, he was somewhat right. you brushed your pants off, watching as v’s familiars retreated back to him. “i apologize, i was—“
“catching up on some reading, i know—i know.”
walking through the next door, you walked side by side. after that encounter with those death scissors, you thought it wouldn’t be so bad to take your time so you could recover a bit. “thank you,” was all you said.
turning to look at v, he kept his head pointed downwards, smirk still evident on his face as he said, “is that an accolade, i hear?”
“well—“
“amusing how the mercenary is the one who seems to be threatened, this time.”
I am from Gaza, Palestine, the events of extermination and brutal killing are going on our children. I hope that your humanity stands next to me and support my children and help them with something that you can do if it is participation or donation
Synopsis: After the events of DMC5, V finds himself indebted to you after you risked your life to help him. Now that he is his own being, he is determined to pay you back. With interest of course.
Warnings: Oral, vaginal, dirty talk. Seriously, I try to imagine V's voice saying these things to you. Do it. You won't.
A/N: Howdy-doody, whores! Love you! Thank you for reading my horrible erotic with feelings! I hope you enjoy it! <3
During the month you stayed in Redgrave to protect the dwindling population, V went back and forth between your camp and God knows where else. He'd stay for days at a time before fucking off somewhere,claiming he was conducting research on Urizen. Only returning to your camp when he needed a shower, a hot meal, and good rest.
In that time you became friendly with one another. You were always there with open arms to help him when he needed. He couldn't help but form a soft spot for you. You watched his back and he watched yours without either of you having to ask. A small, unspoken bond was formed.
You played a much bigger part in V's journey than be ever anticipated. For that, he was grateful. Though his attraction to you always lingered, he never acted on it. Believing that his feelings were a weakness, he made attempts to push them away in favor of a friendly relationship with you.
You, however, were making it very hard for him to keep his composure. After V crawled out of Hell and stumbled back to earth, he began living with you. Similar to how things were before, he'd come and go as he pleased. You helped him adjust to a new life and once again he found himself at your mercy. You were so kind and patient with him. You made his heart flutter in a way he'd never felt before. He wanted to pay you back for everything. Everything you've ever done for him.
He feels indebted to you. He owes you something in return for all your hard work. How he could pay you back, however, has been lost to him. If the opportunity to care for you ever fell into his lap, he would take it without a second thought, but it rarely came. And when it did he never felt it was enough.
One night he returns to your shared home just before dinner. There you are, standing in the kitchen going about your work. His breath hitches in his throat. Your clothes... You're hardly wearing anything. This summer was a particularly hot one. It's not like he's never seen you exposed before, it's just... Tonight has him in a particular mood and you, well. You just tipped him over the edge. You turn your head to greet him with a tired smile. You look worn out, exhausted. He approaches you.
"You look tired." He comments as you watch him. He stops at the entrance to the kitchen to lean against the wall and watch you. You shrug.
"Just a bit." You brush him off and look back at your work.
"You should rest." He hummed as he slowly stepped forward. His footsteps were silent, preventing you from hearing them. You didn't realize how close he was until you turned. Your eyes went wide at the sudden realization he was mere inches away. He grows closer, his eyes watching yours with intent.
"I...will..." you spoke. Your cheeks began to burn, your breathing uneasy and nervous, sweat tickled the back of your neck. He was so close, and he towered over you. You looked up at him with a pair of big, enchanted eyes. A devilish smile slowly stretched across his face as a hand rose. His palm cupping your cheek to keep your gaze.
"Perhaps, I could be of service?" He asked, his voice deep and low, soft and quiet. You swallowed the lump in your throat. Your eyes bounce between his lips and his eyes. He takes notice and presses forward. His soft lips press against yours so quickly you hardly register it. You feel the sudden rush of endorphins the moment he touches you. Your eyelids soon fall shut to helplessly lean onto his embrace. Your task forgotten, your reservations thrown to the wind.
"V...what are you doing??" You say breathlessly as you gently pull back.
"I'm afraid I have been in your debt for far too long. After everything you've done for me, I wish to return the favor. With," his hand snaked down your back before falling to your ass where he gently squeezed, "interest of course." He purred. His eyes deep with lust and determination. Your heart was beating so fast it began to hurt, burn in your chest as your emotions ran wild in your head.
"You think a pitty fuck will make up for everything I've done for you?" You panted softly. His expression faltered. His brow relaxed and his hand raised back to your hip to hold and press you against him.
"I wouldn't dream of it. I willingly offer myself up to you in any way you desire, for as long as you desire." You felt his palm leave your cheek so his knuckle could drag along your skin, down your neck to send a shiver down your spine. His brow bent in a pleading expression you've never seen before. Almost mocking. "Please Y/N, don't make me beg." He whined softly before his expression turned dark again. You bit your lip.
"Anything I want. Whenever I want?" You asked, your nose brushing against his as you raised your head to look at him. His eyes grew cloudy with lust and need.
"For as long as you'll have me." He reiterated, taking a deep breath before closing his eyes to go in for another kiss. Your hand snaked back into his hair and roughly pull him away from you. His voice caught in his throat and eyes shooting open in a moment of surprise.
"You really want me that badly?" You sighed. He flashed a smile as a blush spread across his features.
"Please, I know I can make it worth your while. What do you say?"
"I guess a little fun wouldn't hurt." You purred. Suddenly his hands turned your hips to press your ass against the kitchen counter. His lips find yours in a passionate and desperate kiss. His hands, so big, they moved across your body in smooth motions. His attempt at savoring your touch, keeping the feeling of your body firmly locked away in his mind. He held you so close it was almost smothering, but it felt so comforting.
His hands came up to your breast where his thumb gently grazed your nipple. You let out a shocking whimper. You hadn't expected to be so sensitive. You pulled your lips away to pant as he smiled down on you.
"So sensitive." His voice hummed before he pressed his lips against your neck, just underneath your earlobe to leave a tantalizing kiss. Your chest heaved as you took deep breaths in an effort to ground yourself. "I wonder..." his voice, just above a whisper in your ear, "how sensitive are you exactly?" His thumb passed your nipple again before he began playing with it. You let out a gasp, a strained whine to follow. Your hand came up to grab ahold of his arm to steady yourself.
You couldn't tell what was exciting you more, his voice in your ear as he peppered kisses across your neck, or the teasing to your chest. His touch was so light and feather-soft it was hard to believe it was him touching you. You tried to keep your composure as much as you could but, it was V after all. You brought a hand up to run it through his hair, your fingers tightening around his locks as you felt his tongue press against your neck before he gently bit and sucked at the tender flesh. You couldn't help but let out a helpless moan at the feeling.
You felt hot. Like you were moments away from burning up. You were completely at his mercy. As much as he claimed you were in control, V had you in the palm of his hand.
"Tell me, what is it you would like me to do first? How would you like me, mistress?" The words melted on his tongue. Gentle, teasing fingers brushed up your thigh as he spoke. "Perhaps, a demonstration of my talents would be helpful?" He stood up straight before he knelt to the floor. You watched, mesmerized as you eagerly sat on the counter behind you. Spreading your legs for him. His smile widened in genuine surprise. "Eager, I see." He teased. His hands hook around your thighs to firmly pull them closer to him in one foul motion. You let out a soft gasp at his demanding action.
His eyes lingered to watch your face before drawing his attention down to the flimsy clothing that covered your aching pussy. He raised a hand to drag his thumb across the wet patch that spread across the fabric. Hitting your clit in doing so. He watched your reactions as he continued this action again and again. Soaking in your pitiful expression as he toyed with your bulging clit.
"Very sensitive indeed." He teased before his fingers hooked the fabric at your thighs and pulled it down. "How exhilarating." He mused at the sight of your bare pussy. "So wet and inviting." He pressed his mouth over your cunt. Your jaw, dropping at the wet, hot sensation as he moaned into your flesh. His chest heaved at a steady pace as he took deep breaths. His hands hooked around to grab ahold of your thighs where he kneaded the flesh as his tongue began to lap at you. You threw your head back in pleasure as he licked and sucked at your pussy. His tongue occasionally darts into you to gently tease you. His nose pressed against your clit when he did. The friction provides the stimulation necessary to drive you wild.
"V-V..." you panted, "V..." your hand found itself tangled in his hair again to pull at it. His moans became louder, his brow furrowed in focus as his eyes shut tight. He was determined and helpless to stop himself. He needed to make you cum, he craved it. He wanted it more than anything in this moment just to feel you cum for him. To please you. You couldn't help but move your hips against him, driven by your own lust and need to cum. He encouraged you, pulling you as close as possible for you to ride out your orgasm. Your body twitched as your climax approached. You tugged his hair harshly, earning a loud groan from him as he looked up to watch you cum for him. Your climax shot down your limbs as you helplessly cried his name.
His chest filled with a warm heat he could only describe as pride. Pride that he could get you to this height of pleasure in a matter of minutes. Pride that you allowed him such an intimate sight. He pulled away, wiping his face of your juices as he watched you. Your eyes slowly fluttered open to look down at him. Slowly he rose to stand over you, hovering, leaning over the kitchen counter. Placing his forehead against yours before granting you a loving kiss. He jumped slightly when your hand came down to cup his raging erection in his pants.
"You're so hard." You whispered to him. He began to pant at the mere friction you provided him.
"Don't worry about me. I wish to work to pay back my debt, remember- ah!" Ignoring him you slipped your hand down his pants to toy with him. "M-Mistress..." He was so confident and in control a moment ago, now it seems you were exercising your agreement. You were entirely in control and you were reminding him of that.
"I'm afraid I'm not entirely satisfied yet." You whispered in his ear. Your breath against his ear sent a shiver down his spine. He rested his head on your shoulder as you teased him. His hips slowly humped into your hand as you pulled him out and stroked him. "Not until you fuck me."
"Oooh Y/N." He let out with a relieved sigh. His hands came up to hold your head as his lips crashed into yours. His heart fluttered in his chest as he pressed himself against your soaking wet entrance. A shudder went through his body as he let out a shaky breath. Pulling away from you to adjust himself and gently press forward. With ease, he slid inside, much faster than he had anticipated. His jaw dropped and he let out a surprised gasp at the feeling. "Fuck. You're so perfect." He panted in your ear as his hips began to move. Your body, so needy and wanting, you twitched around him. Your cunt pulling him in with every thrust as if milking him. You couldn't help it. It felt so good. The sinful moans and whimpers you made were out of your control at this point.
Your mind went dizzy with pleasure as the warmth seeped into your bones with every movement he made. A second orgasm washed over you, not as electric as the first one. Deep and warm. You held his waist as he fucked you, his hands keeping himself steady on either side of the counter as he panted in your ear. Your nails dug into his soft flesh as you held onto him for dear life. As if by letting go you'd lose him and the pleasure he brought you.
"I-I-I'm close." He panted. "May I cum in you, mistress?" He asked. His hands now coming up to hold your back as he pistoned into you with purpose. In your daze, you nodded and moaned.
"Yes. Yes cum in me V, cum for me." You babbled, mindless, and spent. His cock hits you at a new and determined angle. You felt your body clench down on him as you came again. A shaking orgasm that made you cling to him, holding him and keeping him as close as possible. As your orgasm hit you felt hot jolts of cum deep within. Your body working to milk him of everything he offered. His panting stilled as he let out an almost pained grunt. His grip on you tightened as you felt his climax subside.
Seconds passed as you ran soothing touches up and down his back. His grip on you loosened as he came down from his high, catching his breath. You weren't sure what you expected him to be like after he was spent. But you were not expecting what followed. He pulled away to look at you. Lust blown in his eyes, replaced with a foreign expression you'd never seen on him before. Complete and total adoration. His hand came up to run his thumb along your jaw. His eyes watched you as if to make sure he didn't hurt you. The way you looked back made his heart flutter like he was a child.
"Yknow V, I never did any of those things so you'd owe me something, right?" His heart. Please. He can't take it. "I did them because...well I wanted to. I wanted to help then and I want to help you now. I think..." you raised a hand to brush the hair away from his face, "I always will." V huffed as he dropped his head, letting out deep ragged breaths as he pulled himself out of you. You let out a hiss as both of you were left overstimulated. He dressed without another word. You thought he was ignoring you until you finally dropped down from the counter and pulled up your underwear.
"I didn't fuck you, because of my debt to you." He rasped. "I did it because I wanted to please you." He confessed. You felt your cheeks grow warmer. "Your selflessness is something I will never be able to grasp but...I had hoped that by pleasing you I could show you my gratitude." You smiled. His brow furrowed as he watched you in confusion.
"There isn't an ounce of you that didn't just want to fuck me for the sake of fucking me?" You teased him. His cheeks went red and his voice caught in his throat at your forward question.
"Is that how you view it?" He looked away, bashful. You placed a hand on his shoulder and gave him a kind smile.
"No, I'm just teasing you. Although, if that is the case in the future, I hope you know I'm not opposed to the idea." His shy chuckle followed. "And please know I appreciate your efforts. I see your gratitude every day in the way you care for me. So please, don't be so hard on yourself." His heart. You're going to make him cry.
I managed to make some adjustments on the boys’ demon eyes thanks to the guy who created the Nexus mods on Twitter (he sent me all the images by DM) so here they are with some minor changes !
