#nero dmc5

Dante noticed the huffed groan as you try to adjust your position in bed when you were cuddling with him, so he gets to work to try to make you feel better and ease the pain. He might be terrible at taking care of himself and neglecting himself, but he’d never neglect your pain and he’s willing to do anything to help you.

Oh, he WILL baby you and coo at you when you tell him your cramps are killing you, he’d say something like “aww, my poor baby. C’mere.”

He makes you lie against him, and your back against his warm chest as he wraps his arms around your waist. His —now demonic hand just like in dmc4— hands slid down your —his— baggy shirt to rest on top of your lower abdomen. Being a half-demon, he can control his body temperature and the body parts he can devil trigger in, and he is using it for his advantage to help you. His clawed hands grew warm, working like a heated pad and a massager as he drew soothing circles to ease the cramps.

You melt under his touch, letting out a sigh you’ve been holding for so long as the pain goes away. And when you think this is enough, oh boy, he’s not done.

He began leaving trails of kisses on your exposed shoulder from your extra baggy shirt to your cheek, lingering for a second leaving a warm kiss on your temple.

“Atta girl. Just let me help you, hmm?”

VERGIL lived alone and isolated in hell for 20 whole years so he knows nothing about periods and how painful they can be. Yet, he doesn’t believe you’re exaggerating when your cramps kick in— but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to understand it and try to help, he just needs patience.

Just like Dante, he notices when you grunt whenever you move around the house and kneel to get something. At first, he thinks you are injured and immediately perks up to check on you and make sure you’re okay.

When you tell him about your cramps, he’d ask you how to help you to soothe the pain away without hesitation, annndd he has a notebook only to write down ways to help you during the time of the month and everything about periods in general—he won't admit it but he also has a calendar to track your cycle—. And don’t freak out when you find him being a little bit too clingy and always lingering around when you get your period, that’s just his way of making sure you’re okay —and because he’s awkward and still trying to understand human anatomy.—

Vergil perked up when he heard you groaning in the kitchen as you slightly bent down towards the open fridge to grab some painkillers, thinking you got hurt during a recent mission and dismissed your injuries.

“You’re hurt. You should’ve said something earlier.” He scolded you with a firm yet soft tone —after all, he can’t get really mad at you—, hovering over you and checking your body for any hints of injury with his eyes.

“I’m not hurt, verge. It’s just period cramps. I got my period this morning.” You calmed him down by saying you’re not injured and it’s only your cramps. His shoulders dropped down in relief and his expression softened as he realized it’s only your period and you’re not hurt.

"And how can I help you?” Vergil never fails to fill your stomach with butterflies from how sweet and caring he is— even though he’s bad at showing affection and not understanding most things due to him being in hell for two decades and not embracing his human side most of the time, he still tries to help you, to make you feel loved and not alone, and that’s enough for you.

When you both lie next to each other in bed, you sigh while you try to soothe the pain with a hand on your lower abdomen. Without a word, he put his large, calloused hand on top of yours, covering it as he nudged closer to you and allowed you to put your head on top of his chest.

“Please, let me take it off you.”

NERO is more… human than his father and uncle. He had a seemingly normal life— a human life, so he knows about periods and how to deal with cramps. And just like them, he notices the switch in your overall personality and the moment he notices it, he's activating protective boyfriend mode. 

he so would handle your mood swings and demands. He's always available for cuddles if you want some, and he'd so respectfully give you time if you don’t want to at the moment. And if you're hungry and craving something, he'd so lock in to cook you whatever you want and it'd be made with love too.

Between the four, Nero knows what to do the most. He gets pads/tampons on his way back from missions when he notices that you're running out of them in the morning, he gets you your favorite snacks and he keeps your heater fully charged and ready to use in case you need it. —which you won't need after discovering his devil bringer.—

Nero saw that you were standing with your shoulders stiff as you cut fruits in the kitchen. he walked up behind you and wrapped one arm around you as he propped his chin on your shoulder, his hand splayed over your stomach out of habit. "Hey, sweet stuff. Are you okay? You seem a bit tense…"

You instinctively leaned back against his chest, his warm palm easing the pain. "Yeah, don't worry. I just started my period this morning and cramps are killing me."

Nero frowned a bit when you mentioned cramps. Why didn’t you tell him in the first place when it first started? He immediately took the knife out of his hand while fussing about not saying anything to him. He gently took your arm and pulled you out of the kitchen and to the couch so you can rest while he takes care of you and does the rest of the work.

He came back with a bowl of fruits and a drink on the side. He tucked himself behind you —after taking permission from you of course, he's a gentleman after all, and respects your space when you're on your period— and wrapped his arms around you to warm you up with his body heat.

After that, you'll never get off the couch and do something, because Nero is trapping you on the couch and will not let you lift a finger as long as he's breathing. He'll take care of everything, and when I say everything, I mean every single thing. He'll clean, he'll cook, he'll feed your pets if you have any and he'll always be available for your needs too.

V hasn't been around much to about periods and the cramps and such. His past self was a slave to mundus and literally died, and his human side was neglected. So yeah, he knows absolutely nothing.

Yet, that doesn't mean he won't do what he can to help you during that time of the month. He'd made shadow lie on your lap to warm your abdomen and will make Griffon shut up so he won't disturb you and make you get irritated more than you already are due to cramps.

V will even offer to read to you while he plays with your hair because he knows his voice calms you down and lulls you to sleep.

When it first happened, V would be reading the book he always carries with Shadow curled around his feet in Nico's van's steps after a mission. Looking up only when a sigh came out from you as you exited the mini bathroom caught his attention.

You sat down next to him with your hand on your lower abdomen, rubbing it to make the pain go away for a little bit. V immediately closed his book to turn his full attention to you when he noticed you're in pain.

"You seem like you're in pain. Did something happen during the mission I wasn't aware of?" he said in that calm voice of his that never failed to make you forget everything and just focus on him only.

"Nothing happened... I just got my period and the cramps are killing me." Shadow lifted her head to look at you as soon as you started talking.

He looked at you confused, muttering "your cramps?" as he tried to remember what are those. You slightly chuckled as you explained what cramps are and what's happening to you at the moment, while also complaining about not bringing your heat pack with you and how it'd help you with the pain. Suddenly, a lightbulp appeared on top of his head.

He looked at Shadow, who was already getting up, and tilted his head towards you, shadow got closer to you and lay her head on your lap in the hope of being helpful. V wrapped his arm around your shoulder to pull you close and to lay your head on top of his shoulder before kissing the top of your head.

"That must be painful, dearest. Hopefully, I can be helpful to soothe the pain away a little."

Nero’s lying between your thighs because this is his favorite spot, neck pillow and chair at once—head resting on your inner thigh, his hand lazily curled around your leg as you half-watch some boring action movie. You’re running your fingers through his short, choppy hair with light, rhythmic strokes as you gently massage it from time to time until the thought just slips out.

“I kinda miss your longer hair.”

You don’t mean it in a bad or mean way, just… nostalgia. Something about how it used to fall into his eyes when he was on top of you, or when you used to grab fistfuls of it when he ate you out like a man-possessed. How it was soft enough to play with until you fell asleep, legs sore, body full of love, and your soul at peace.

But the second the words leave your mouth, Nero stiffens.

You feel the change instantly. His arm tightened around your thigh, and his eyes cut up at you. That was the look you didn't want to see because you knew he was affected by such small and petty things.

“Oh yeah?” he says flatly. “You miss it?”

You blink, caught off guard. “Nero, I didn’t mean it that way. You know tha—”

“No, no, babe. I get it.” he now sounds offended, and you knew you fucked up when he sat up slightly still between your thighs, spreading them just a bit wider making you tense because just a minute ago he was so calm and now you felt cold and hot at the same time.

His voice drops, rougher fingers dig into your hip, making you bite your lip and press your legs together. Rookie mistake. “You think this Nero with the short hair, older and stronger, is somehow different?”

“I didn’t—” He doesn’t let you finish.

“No. You didn’t, but you’re gonna remember now.” His smirk is wicked, eyes narrowed like he’s locking in on a target because he is, and the first thing he does is remove your panties. Let’s not have any obstacles in the way of getting you ruined. “Hair or no hair, I still make you forget your name.”

Then he dives down: no warning, no preparation. His tongue is just as sharp as his mouth, and he proves it immediately—dragging it slow and thick along your slit before flicking your clit just enough to make you jump.

“Not missing anything now, are you?” he growls into your pussy, breath hot and furious. You gasp, arching into him, your hand flying to his head on instinct, but there’s nothing to grab. Just the blunt edge of his cropped hair.

“Yeah,” he huffs, licking deep and messy, fucking smiling as his tongue kept abusing you. “No hair to tug, baby. You’re just gonna have to take it.”

Sliding two fingers into you without warning, curling them perfectly as he eats you out with that devilish energy and wickedness, because he needs nothing to prove, Nero knows better than you not to mess up with the devil. He’s not slow, he’s relentless: tongue flicking, sucking, fingers fucking into you like he’s trying to remind your body who it belongs to.

“You think I need anything more than this mouth to ruin you?” your boyfriend asks, voice muffled and mocking since, of course, he will do it with all good motives. You’re a wreck in seconds, moaning, grinding helplessly against his face. He pulls back just enough to let your slick drip down his chin.

“That’s what I thought, baby.”

You think he is done with you, that’s enough punishment … right? Aww, aren't you cute and so naive? Nero is far from done.

He grabs you by the hips and flips you over like you weigh nothing. You’re face-down on the couch now, chest pressed into the cushions, ass up, and you know that tone in his voice when he speaks again.

“Let me show you what short-hair Nero does when his girl gets mouthy.”

You barely get a breath before you hear the sound of his pants sliding down that hitting the floor with a loud thud, and its then when his cock lies at your entrance and sinks into you, deep and hard, with one fast thrust that steals the air from your lungs.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. Did I do that? Or was your filthy little brain already playing reruns of the old days?” He fucks into you with no mercy, heavy and fast, one hand fisted in the back of your shirt, the other slapping your ass with sharp, echoing cracks. He definitely didn't have to do that, but it’s too late to apologize.

“You gonna say it again? Say you miss my hair, the old me?” he taunts, voice teasing in your ear as you try to speak, but all that comes out is a cry as he angles his hips just right, hitting that spot like he knows it’s his damn job. Nero Sparda, the devil hunter, the best boyfriend, or your biggest nightmare—depends on the day.

“Didn’t think so,” he hisses. “Hair doesn’t change the fact that I fuck you dumb every goddamn time.” You finally feel it coming and cry so loud, back arching, legs shaking, and he still doesn’t slow down. He fucks you through it, groaning at how you tighten around him, how you are perfectly made for him even if you are the biggest tease in the world, shamelessly being so needy and not thinking twice before you speak.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Take it, fuckin’ take it.”

When he finally reaches his high and grains as he finishes inside you, and you feel it deep, thick, and hot painting you all as he slumps over you, panting, forehead on your shoulder.

“Still miss the hair?” Nero murmurs, and you still try to catch your breath. “No. I think I like short-hair Nero better now.”

He smirks, still buried deep inside you, your walls fluttering around him as you squeeze just a little tighter, desperate to keep him there. “Yeah? Changed your mind, huh?” he huffs, brushing a sweaty strand of hair from your cheek. “Always knew I’d fuck the attitude out of you.”

His chest rising and falling against your back, breath hot and uneven on your neck. His metal hand curls around your waist protectively, as if to say, mine, even now.

You both just…stay like that for a while. The only sounds are the faint hum of the TV and the quiet, wet breaths you take, trying to recover from the thorough destruction he just delivered.

Then you whisper, voice still raw from moaning his name, “If I knew you were gonna react like that, I would’ve said it months ago.”

Nero lets out a laugh, both flustered and annoyed. “You’re such a pain in the ass.”

You grin into the pillow. “Well, big words coming from the guy who is touching my ass now.”

“Language, babe.”

You twist your head just enough to look back at him, his flushed face still resting against your shoulder. His cheeks are red, hair messy, and his eyes... god, they're soft now. So much softer than five minutes ago. You can see it, the guilt, the love, the fuck, did I go too hard again?

“You know I didn’t mean anything by it, right?” you ask, gentle now, thumb brushing over the metal of his bionic arm. “I just liked playing with it. Doesn’t mean I don’t love this version of you.” He doesn’t answer right away. Just exhales, then shifts, finally pulling out of you with a soft groan and flopping onto his back beside you on the couch.

“Yeah, well… I overreacted a little.”

You glance over, side-eyeing him as you sit down, well, try to, since he just physically made you learn a lesson. “Only a little?”

He covers his face with his forearm. “Shut up.” You cuddle more into him, tucking yourself under his chin, trying to make yourself comfortable. “It’s kind of cute when you don’t know how to react.”

“I knew what I was doing. You didn’t,” he mutters.

“Mmhm.”

“I was showing you my real emotions.”

You laugh. “If that makes you feel better, then sure, baby.” His arm wraps around you, tugging you closer until your head rests over his heart. His heartbeat is slowing down, but it’s still loud, still the same Nero from years ago.

After a few quiet moments, he says softly, “Don’t forget I’m still going to wreck you, every time. No matter what I look like.”

You tilt your head up and kiss the underside of his jaw. “I know, Nero. Believe me, I know.” He smirks, proudly and smug, and there’s the softness now. A flush that has nothing to do with arousal and everything to do with you.

“Next time,” he whispers, brushing a hand over your hair and kissing your head, “I’ll grow my damn hair back if that’s what it takes.”

“Not necessary,” you murmur against his skin. “Short hair. Long hair. You’re still the only one I want falling asleep next to me after fucking my brains out.”

He pulls the blanket over both of you, kisses your forehead, and finally lets the silence settle because he may have overreacted, but he won’t stop loving or fucking you.