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V's reaction to a seriously injured S/O

V needs to stop overthinking things. ft. V and a gender neutral s/o [tw for blood, descriptions of wounds, V's contagious pessimism]

Demons kept spawning left and right. V was just a block away, dealing with his own hoard. For now, you had your hands full, slashing left and right. It took a lot out of you. When there was a break in the mass, you took a moment to catch your breath and brush the hair out of your eyes. You watched V as he dipped in and out of the reach of demons. Always so graceful. You heard a metallic click behind you and turned to see a Hell Judecca stretching it's scythe-like hands towards you. Before you could properly react, it's claws snapped at you causing you to fumble and trip. You yelped as soon as your back hit the floor.

The stinging pain in your gut was caused by a gash spanning across your whole stomach. The last thing you saw before you were dragged away by Shadow was Griffon sending a bolt through the Hell Judecca that injured you.

Shadow eventually brought you to an alley that was quiet and secluded, V and Griffon followed a few minutes behind. You clutched your stomach to try and alleviate some of the pain.

"Let me see." V said hurriedly as he crouched down next to you. His face was pale. He looked more worried than you were. "Let me see." he insisted again and grabbed your wrist to move your arm out of the way.

"V, it's alright." you tried to reassure him as he looked at the bleeding laceration on your stomach. He was still gripping your wrist. It didn't seem like he heard you. He blamed himself for not paying attention enough to prevent it; for not being quick enough. V adjusted the hem of your shirt to get a better look at the slash.

"V," you repeated his name a few times until he finally looked you in the eyes. "Call Nico."

He nodded at this and Griffon flew off to go find a phone.

Once you were in the van, V was able to patch up your wound for the most part with the first aid kit. You'd be fine after a few painkillers.

"I apologize for worrying you." V whispered as you rested on Nico's couch. He situated himself to sit next to you.

You reached up to him to run your fingers through his hair.

"Well I should apologize to you getting into this mess in the first place." you told him as he moved your hand so he could kiss your palm.

DMC 5 boys doing their s/o's hair

Let's see how well our boys can do some hair! ft. Dante, Vergil, Nero, V and a gender neutral s/o with long hair.

[pretty V hair flip gif was obligatory]🖤🤍

Dante:

He knows jack squat about hair.

Usually, he just washes his hair and lets it air dry.

He's never really had to comb it either. Sparda genetics gave him the silkiest, softest hair without him having to do much.

When you ask him to do your hair he's surprised, considering he's never thought to do anything with his hair. (That was more his brother's style)

At first, he'll probably pull it into two messy, uneven pigtails. When you look at your reflection, Dante chuckles.

"I told you I'm no good." He says as he puts his hand on your shoulder.

Eventually, he'll learn how to put your hair into a ponytail but that's about the extent of his knowledge unfortunately.

However, he does enjoy putting little accessories into your hair.

Vergil:

This is a man that knows a thing or two about hair.

He has all kinds of different shampoos and conditioners, including hair masks, and oils.

Owns more hair gels than anyone could probably ever need.

He's pleasantly surprised when you ask him to style your hair.

Vergil is well adept at straightening or curling your hair. He'll even put hair spray in it afterwards and it doesn't fall out all day!

You have to ask where he gets his hair sprays from bc that stuff is no joke

"Can you slick back my hair, like yours?" you ask him out of the blue one day.

He smiles and obliges.

Nero:

Let him cut your hair. He's actually quite good at it. He cuts his own hair all the time so he's had plenty of practice.

Whether you want a trim, a new cut, or your hair shaved off completely, he'll do it.

He's not great at styling it however. Nowhere near as bad as his uncle, but still not great.

Nero doesn't even know how to braid hair.

He'll look up how to do different hair styles just for you.

Eventually, you're sitting on the floor between his legs while Nero sits on the couch watching a YouTube tutorial on how to Dutch braid hair. It was his idea.

He'll insist that he can do it himself, and that you don't need to give him any pointers.

V:

Surprisingly good at styling hair. His fingers are very nimble (😏) and he loves to braid your hair.

He was so excited when you asked him to do your hair (doesn't let his excitement show though.)

He'll let you sit between his legs while he braids and re-braids your hair over and over again. There's no end goal, just closeness.

He could play with your hair for hours, it's almost therapeutic for him.

If you two are in a park or outside, he'll make daisy crowns for you to wear. (He had to look up how to make them beforehand, but he's quite good at it.) He'll also braid flowers into your hair.

Eventually it becomes a ritual for you two. V will just walk over and fix your hair. He'll move your hair out of your face, braid it, twirl it, tuck it behind your ear, anything.

ahaha... wouldn't it be sooo funny if someone made a period piece V x reader fanfic lol... wouldn't that be like sooo super random and hilarious ahahaha...

((for purely unrelated reasons, lmk if someone has done this before... and also where I can read it😁))

In update to this previous post:

I've scoured AO3 for a V-centric period piece fanfic and I have found absolutely none. How am I supposed to let this injustice carry on in my fandom?

(But for real though, I am seriously considering writing one. I've got a basic outline of a plot/story done and I've researched a lot. If you could see my search history you'd be concerned. The ball is rolling, no one can stop it now.)

ahaha... wouldn't it be sooo funny if someone made a period piece V x reader fanfic lol... wouldn't that be like sooo super random and hilarious ahahaha...

((for purely unrelated reasons, lmk if someone has done this before... and also where I can read it😁))

For the Gentle Wind Doth Move [excerpt]

Gooood Morning! Sorry I haven't been writing on here these past few days, I've been working on the aforementioned 'Period Piece V x reader fanfic'. I am on the waiting list for an AO3 account where I will hopefully post it. Under the cut is a short excerpt of chapter one.

Enjoy.

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“There is a man in your garden.” the groundskeeper, Warren, said breathlessly from behind his white moustache. Astonishment painted his old features.

“A man?” you repeated worriedly. He simply nodded and grunted once in confirmation. You looked back at Della who had stopped her efforts to make breakfast, the kettle not even half-filled.

“I believe he’s wounded.” Warren continued quietly, taking off his hat. Before the sentence even left his lips, you stood erect, swiftly walking past him to get to the garden and see this “man”. Della followed you, Warren behind her. You broke out in a light jog after exiting the house. Della shouted something, a warning maybe, but you were set on seeing who it was; the mystery man that had frightened Warren and possibly broken into your garden.

Then you saw him.

You were no more than ten feet away from him when Della’s arm shot out in front of you to stop you.

“What if he’s dangerous?” she hissed in warning. There was no malice aimed in her words, only worry. Her brow was knitted and her eyes were on the man.

From what you could see he was unconscious. The man’s body was covered in a large sheet of some kind, shrouding everything between his shins and neck. His form was slumped between the stone wall and your rhododendron bushes. The red flowers hung around his face and body, framing him in almost a profound and artistic way. If he did not move you could have been convinced he was a painting. He was folded in on himself almost protectively. His head lolled on his shoulder, inky black hair that came to about his jaw was plastered to his face and prevented you from seeing his eyes. You could make out a prominent nose and full lips, his cheeks were sunken just so and he was absolutely soaked to the bone.

“How long has he been out here?” you asked Warren.

“I don’t know. Found him this morning. Then I told you.” he put simply.

Warren inched closer to the man’s unconscious form.

“He appears to be nude.”

“Nude?”

“Under the cloth.”

A light rosy blush dusted your cheeks. It could have been the cold morning air, yes it must be.

You pondered the situation for a moment. What could have possibly happened for him to arrive here unconscious and nude? The man intrigued you immensely and you didn’t even know his name. Surely people would talk if you let him in your house, surely there would be drama, but you couldn’t just turn away an injured man on your property. Hopefully no one else saw him, your nearest neighbor was no more than two miles away.

“Bring him inside.”

Announcement:

Your local skeleton gets her first AO3 account. I've posted the first two chapters of my V x reader fic and I'll update it at least once a week. I might also post other works/oneshots/headcannons there. You can find me at skull_girrl on AO3 <3

V Vampire x Reader fic

heyo!

Just posted the first chapter of a new fic. It is another period drama, and it is V-centric BUT! with a twist!! 🦇muahaha!

Get ready for spooks, blood, and romance.

🎃 You can check it out on my Ao3 here! 🎃

only the first chapter is out as of posting this but while you're at it, you can check out my other works I did for DmC: Devil May Cry!

bye o((>ω< ))o

“TIS’ THE SEASON”

ingredients :: feral!v , fem!reader , sorta br*eding k*nk , mating press , v’s species has a monthly mating season so he’s just very…yeah

notes :: i’ve come to the conclusion that i’ll only post once in a while due to my mental health and current state (not like anyone cares) . but in case that does change, i’m taking requests for csm, dbh, arkham saga, tlou, insomniac’s spider man (peter , mj , harry only !!), dmc (dante, nero, and v), tomb raider, shameless , (i’d only to fluff for debbie and carl and platonic for ian but smut for lip and fiona)

“don’t—don’t move.” v seethes, holding you close to him. today would make the 31st day of you and him going at it like rabid dogs. this is the consequence of you being romantically involved with someone not fully human.

you were supposed to be sending your holiday with v, exchanging presents, cuddling up next to the fireplace while nursing a cup of hot cocoa. but instead, v’s primal instincts got to the best of him. he had promised you that he would control his urges and spend his first christmas with you. but now, your bra and underwear have been long forgotten on the floor.

all it took was one sneak peek under your shirt as you tried to put the star on the top of the tree for v to charge you, pinning you on the couch.

“you promised.” you whine, his cock slowly sliding in and out of you. his face contorts, his nose being scrunched as his eyes are screwed shut. “i’m sorry, love. i tried, believe me.”

though you were upset, his length pumping into you made your anger wash away. you should’ve grown accustomed to it by now—the way his hands harshly gripped your hips as he pistons himself into your backside.

your cunt watered around him, begging for him to move faster. “once i put a baby in you, we won’t have to do this ever.” he whines, your fluttering walls cocooning around his cock. v never wanted to be harsh to you while performing sexual acts. but he couldn’t hold back.

it felt like he was injected with an aphrodisiac that turned him into a savage. just the touch of your skin turned his body into flames.

“i swear to god if you don’t—agh!” a sharp thrust duds your sentence, your body screaming with pleasure. each of his thrust has a hint of fervor and feral emotion to it. the tattoos on his body were beginning to fade, his hair turning white.

“fuck!” his head hangs low as he watches himself disappear in you. it was beautiful. it was entertaining to see how well you could take him. he could feel his orgasm creep up on him, the feeling becoming unbearable. his grip on your hips tightened, his thrust becoming unrhythmic and animalistic. “fuck, love.”

your release showers his lower body, your back arching off the couch. the sound of you and v’s sin making contact intensifies as he releases his load into your abused cunt. “shit—”

he doesn’t fully stop—just slows his movements until they come to a halt.

“v?” he raises his head, his dark eyes meeting yours. “yes, my love?” you sit up on your elbows, “why are you still hard?” you try not scoot back a little but your attempt was hopeless. he pulls you closer by your hips as he leans closer into you. “when have we only gone one round?”

sorry if it’s not descriptive enough. someone’s in a writers block.