My Mind gets to wandering, And I become trouble

hi obviously I’m a big fan of dom V lets get it

In Control

Smut, power play, dom and sub

“Hey there, kid.”

(Y/N) smiled as Dante slid to sit on the couch next to her, and arm around the back of where she sat. “Dante, you smell like beer.”

The demon hunter chuckled, “I just wanted to celebrate a bit, babe. It’s not everyday that Nero takes out a king of hell.”

She rolled her eyes as she crossed her legs, causing her skirt to rise up a bit. Dante’s eyes dragged across the new skin, little to her knowledge.

Unfortunately for Dante, the sorcerer across the room very much noticed his advances on (Y/N). He remembered every time the demon hunter tried to make a move on her. Damned if he was going to let this time go easy.

Stalking over to where the two were sat, V clicked his cane by (Y/N)’s foot to her attention. “Darling?”

“Hm?” She looked up at V with a sweet smile.

“Would you come with me? It’ll only be a moment.”

“Sure!” She hopped up and smoothed our her skirt, then told him to lead the way.

As they walked away, V put a hand around her waist and smirked back at the scowling demon hunter, a way to silently announce “I won”.

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Once V had clicked the lock on the door, he spun (Y/N) around, using his can to pin her against the wall.

“Darling,” he basically growled against her neck, the hand that didn’t grip the cane was squeezing her soft hip, “your innocence does test me so.”

“H-huh?” She closed her eyes once V kissed her neck softly. “What… what’re you talking about?”

“You’re oblivious to Dante’s advances, my darling.”

V lifted her leg so her core was flush against his hips, and she could feel his jabbing erection through his pants.

“This little skirt shows so much of you, any man would be tempted to see underneath. I, especially am.”

His hands wondered up to rest on her ass, then grinding against her with a gasp to see that she didn’t have any underwear on.

He picked his head up and stared into her eyes, she knew of his discovery if the lip between her teeth and her wide eyes were anything to go off of.

“For me, darling?” His voice was dripping with a dominant venom that made (Y/N)’s cheeks flush to red. She nodded softly.

V dropped his cane, and he hiked her other leg around him, using his weight to keep her against the door as he ground his hard cock into her.

“You feel what you do to me?” His voice was groaning out as he continued his actions. “Well, do you?”

(Y/N) nodded. “Y-Yes.”

“Yes… what?”

She whined as he pressed his cock against her clit, “Yes Sir!”

V grinned wickedly, and carried her over to the bed, “That’s right. I am your master, Darling.”

He laid her down and kissed the inside of her thigh, to the point where his face was nearly invisible under being buried deep into her skirt.

“I— AGH!”

(Y/N) cried out when she felt his curling tongue wiggle deep into her, and the feel of him moaning against her clit was over whelming. She could do nothing but submit, confirming his control when she gripped at his hair.

“Sir— augh— please! Please, more!”

His restraint was worn thin, and he lifted himself from between her thighs to tower over her while he pulled his clothes off. “You want what, Darling?”

She whined, “You know what I want…”

V smirked, and pulled her hands to the strings of his pants. “I will not fufill a desire unspoken.”

“I want to feel you, Sir.”

“What do you want to feel?”

“Y-your cock…”

“And what am I to do to you with my cock, Darling?”

V knew her soft spot was dirty talk, and the shiver he felt go down her spine let him know it was just the right kind to make her desprate.

“I-I want you to fuck me, S-Sir.”

“And so it shall be done.”

With that, he thrusted his cock deep into her core, making her cry out in pleasure and her head arch backwards.

Based on this ask:

You let out heated whimpers, trying to hold back your voice. Your shaky hands pressed hard against the brick wall as your back was bent over, the dominant goth taking you from behind. With every thrust waves of pleasure was sent throughout your body. 

You were committing such a sin, letting V fuck you outside.

“V i-i .. we cant do it here .. ah-!” you attempted to speak but was cut off by a deep hard thrust from the male.

“You teased me a bit too much my pet. It took immense strength to not fuck you in the van, this is your punishment.” he rasps out, his breath heavy from his length getting much love your core. “But i have a strong feeling your’e enjoying this.. aren’t you?” 

God, whenever he was cocky with you it would make you just melt. “Might wanna keep your voice my sweet, don’t wanna alert any demons to our location now do we?”

Shyly nodding your head, you continued pounding away at you. 

About a minute passed by full of moans and lustful breaths slipping from both of your months until you noticed his thrusts were getting sloppy and desperate.

“I-It seems i’m close my darling ..” he says as he let out a groan, placing sloppy kisses on your neck, clearing feeling his heavy breaths. “Lets finish together..”

“Y-yes.. please V.. ah..!” Right when he got his confirmation he immediately gripped your waist tighter, his length starting to hit your sweet spot he knew about inside you. The pleasure getting too intense, tears started to prickle upon your eyes, both of you becoming louder. 

This continued for about another couple of seconds until you both finally unwound, shakily and with so much relief. V panted, trying to catch his breath as he continued to come inside you. You both slowly slumped, feeling weak from the strenuous action.

“That.. was amazing my darling..” he held you close and placed a kiss on the back of your head. 

Hello!

Oohoo~ Nice one~

Let’s go~

V walking in on his S/O masturbating - NS/FW

You moaned as your fingers came into contact with your slick folds and the tension finally got some very satisfying relief. You imagined it were his fingers instead. His long, thin fingers teasing your folds, circling your clit while his lips would settle on your chest, dragging gasps and moans out of you as the pressure began to build. Your hips twitched when your fingers slowly rubbed your clit with your eyes squeezed shut as your mind drifted off. V’s lips on your own, his body naked above yours, his voice whispering into your ear, his finger dipping into your heat-

You moaned, loud and unrestrained as you pushed two fingers inside of you, the heat slowly spreading, the pressure building deep in your body, your breath quickening.

You wanted to wait. Wanted to pull through until he would return from his mission. But sitting on your couch, waiting for him, the thought of him on your mind. How you imagined to hug and kiss him hello, to kiss him until he would know how much you missed him, to tangle your hands in his hair, pressing your body against his, grinding your hips together until V could do nothing else but take you to the bedroom right away…

You let out a deep, long moan as you reached that spot within you and your mind became foggy. You just wanted him. Wanted his hands on your chest right now, wanted his lips on yours, wanted his fingers inside of you; thrusting, stroking, curling.

You thrust your own fingers faster inside of you, rubbing your clit with the other, small whimpers spilling over your lips as you felt your peak approaching, that knot deep in your belly tightening, threatening to be let loose…

“V,” a breathless sigh on your lips as your movements became desperate, just begging and needing that relief “I need you… V…god,” you rubbed your clit faster, pretending it was his thumb pressing onto that bundle of nerves while his fingers kept thrusting in and out of you, urging you to reach that blissful sensation. Nothing mattered anymore, just this feeling and the tension finding some relief and in your dizzy mind you didn’t hear the door opening, didn’t notice the mattress dipping…

“Come for me, my love.”

You could do nothing but obey to that voice in your head, his deep, sultry voice whispering into your ear. You reached your climax instantly. Your body clenching around your own fingers as you whimpered and that amazing wave of relief and bliss was released and set your body ablaze. You shuddered helplessly, your muscles twitching, your eyes still being tightly shut…

And only when that intense high very slowly started to ebb away, your breath escaping you in pants and gasps, did you open your eyes again.

To be met with the deep green of V’s eyes.

You froze, confusion more than shock written all over your features as your hazy mind, still caught in the aftermath of all the bliss and relief, tried to register what was happening. He was here. V was here. With you. Still fully clothed, leaning over you, his pupils dilated, his eyes darkened, his pants too tight for comfort, his breathing heavy… You haven’t notice how he had come home and caught you pleasuring yourself, you haven’t noticed how it truly was his voice telling you to come for him…

You gasped when the realization slowly sank in. His lips curved upwards into that devilish smirk as he noticed your mind catching on and he leaned down, his breath fanning over your lips.

“I’m afraid you’ll need to show me again how much you need me. I didn’t quite catch the beginning.”

mmmm yes yes

Sleepless Nights

Smut, semi public, slight masturbation

The van was only quiet at night. Everyone slept soundly in their make-shift beds.

Nico slept with her head back and her mouth wide open, snoring away. She had her arms and legs crossed while she slept in the driver’s seat.

In the passanger’s seat, Nero slept on his side and using his human arm as a pillow. His jacket was off his shoulders and being used as a blanket.

On one of the couches, (Y/N) was curled into a tight ball under one of the blankets, being one of the only ones who wanted to make the effort to grab one.

The only one not asleep was V, who was reading a demonology book to brush up on the hoard the group was hunting. It was another sleepless night, so he decided to do some research while he was awake.

Every so often, a sound or noise came from (Y/N). At first V was anxious that he’d woken her up, but remembered that she told him she talked in her sleep.

“Hmm… gentle… please,” she said, it was very soft, and piqued V’s interest quite a bit. What could she be dreaming of?

V put the book down, leaning forward in his seat to hear better.

“… V… please, more…”

“More,” he questioned, “more… what?”

“… more than touching me…” after that, she let out a soft moan, “I like when you touch me like that…”

He threw up his eyebrows and a gentle smirk came to his face. He climbed off his seat and kneeled next to her. “Touch you where?”

She whined softly. “My… My pussy.”

V felt his breath shallow, she was having a wet dream about him. And she was telling him all about it while it happened. His eyes went down to where her knuckles touched the floor. He picked up her hand, and kissed the soft part of her wrist while he watched how her face would react.

(Y/N) shifted, a blush on her face. “Please, I want to feel you inside of me.”

V swallowed the lump in his throat, and grabbed his cock through his pants. It was so tempting to wake her up and take her right there…

—————

“(Y/N), wake up.” He gently shook her shoulder and she snapped awake.

“Wha-whats going on?” She sat up and looked at V, rubbing sleep from her eyes. She looked out the window and saw it was still dark out. “Did something happen?”

V just hummed, “You were… just talking in your sleep.”

(Y/N) bit her lip, hoping he didn’t know it was a dream about him. “Oh, s-sorry. I didn’t say anything weird, did I?”

His eyes were on her lips when she bit at them, his tongue sutblely swiping his lip when he looked back to her eyes, “Quite the contrary. I found it very interesting.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

V’s body was so close to her, his lips centemeters from her own. “I have to say, I’d love to do the things you asked me to while you slept.”

Her face flushed. “I-I… I think you should.”

——————

“Ha, ha-ah, God, V!”

V was bucking viciously into (Y/N)’s cunt, with her on her stomach and his hand around her mouth as to not wake up Nico and Nero up front.

“You’re so tight around me, dear,” V softly growled into her ear, his lips against her lobe, “Such a tight little cunt, I love it.”

She whined into his fingers, her own digging into the couch. He lifted her leg that was against the couch rest to have better access between her legs. She felt her release was close, her muscles tensing and her eyes rolling back.

V gripped both of her ass cheeks, using the grip to thrust deep, deep into her. “Fuck— I’m—urgh—“

For the first time, V was at a loss for words, as he approached his orgasm.

Suddenly, he stopped and they both snapped their heads to the driver’s seat, when the heard Nico stirring. V put her leg back down, and putting his arms around her waist and pressing his chest to her back, slowly thrusted into her. “Don’t be too loud, Darling.”

She whined softly, both their eyes still locked in Nico’s seat. Her orgasm hit, making her calves twitch and lubricating V’s cock as he slid in and out with ease, hitting the right spots in her and making him groan.

With one last sharp thrust, he came deep inside of her and used his hands to press her hips into him. He groaned in satisfaction before he slid out, and turned (Y/N) over to look into her eyes.

“Was it everything you hoped?”

holy fucking shit if I could only express the flutter my heart made when I read this request. this takes place in geryon’s boss arena because it was the first place i thought of.

You hadn’t expected to discover a living garden on your most recent excursion. Though demonic vines still plagued the buildings around you, clusters of bright red flowers were growing through the crumbled pavement at the center of the outdoor plaza. Beneath the ever-present atmosphere of destruction, life and colour had begun to rise from the remnants, and you found it beautiful, somehow.

As the area was secure, V entertained your idle wandering, as he always did. He left you to your devices, opting to lean against a slate of debris nearby and read from his book as you explored the immediate area to your heart’s content. Griffon and Shadow were by his side–until, of course, they weren’t.

When the absence of his familiars went on long enough to rouse suspicion, V finally glanced up from his reading. You were seated on the ground of the demolished plaza, surrounded by flower patches; both Griffon and Shadow were at your side, transfixed by the sight of your fingers working around the stems of the flowers you had picked.

“Whatchya makin’?” Griffon asked.

“You’ll see,” you smiled back.

The stems were unnaturally firm and pliable–with enough twisting, you didn’t even need wire to hold them together.

Shadow watched you finish your handiwork, keeping perfectly still as you gently placed the small crown of red flowers on her head. It slanted off-center. She closed her crimson eyes and rubbed her cheek across your hand in thanks, her loud purring like an idle engine against your skin.

“Oh, so the overgrown pussycat gets a sweet accessory and I don’t?” Griffon huffed. “Talk about favouritism.”

“Well, give me a second!” you laughed.

You had to make the second one a little smaller to fit his head. When you were done, you balanced it carefully atop his own bony crown.

Griffon was thoroughly pleased.

“Ohoho, pretty slick!” he cackled, flapping his wings in excitement. “Hey, make me a necklace or somethin’ next, would you? I’m tired of bein’ the only one without a cool outfit.”

“Maybe in a bit,” you said, gathering more flowers.

V found himself enchanted by how committed you were to this newfound project of yours. The way your brows knitted together as you focused, the little pout of concentration on your face, the way your hands danced between flowers with practiced ease–you were absurdly endearing, and the sight of you alone filled him with warmth.

Finally shutting his book, he made his way over to you.

“Now,” he started, a playful lilt in his voice, “what is this task that has been blessed with your attention?”

You had to look up as he approached, as you were still sitting on the pavement.

Frowning, you lifted your chin and put on a fake, haughty voice. “Kneel.”

Amused, V did as you asked, leaning on his cane to get down on one knee before you. You rested the last flower crown on his head, the mass of red petals brilliant against the stark black of his hair.

“For my prince,” you beamed, trying to sound royal but coming off a little shy.

V dipped his head when he smiled, something he always did on the rare occasion you made him feel bashful.

He took your hand into his own. “And we will crown thy head with garlands of the ruddy vine; for now thou art bound; and I may see thee in the hour of bliss,” he recited, before touching his lips to the back of your hand.

Though you were still smiling, you’d turned as red as the flowers in his crown.

Griffon strutted around the two of you, his chest puffed up in his newly-crowned self-importance. “Alright, alright, knock it off with the lovey-dovey crap. You’re gonna make me chuck seed all over kittycat’s new hat.”

Shadow gave a low, warning growl.

“I’m kidding, take it easy! Hey, V, you think Nightmare would want in on this?”

You and V glanced at each other.

-

The circlet of red flowers still looked brilliant on V, even after his hair made the shift to white; the two of you were now craning your necks to look into the single eye of the behemoth sitting patiently before you, waiting for its crown.

“Perhaps this wasn’t a good idea,” V mused. He watched you leave his side. “Where are you going?”

V: “You’re going to burn a hole through me if you keep staring.”

You: “Wh-What? I wasn’t staring!”

The man chuckles, not once tearing his eyes away from the pages.

V: “You’re a terrible liar.”

You feel embarrassment burn on your cheeks and felt the instinctual pull in your stomach to walk away and save yourself from further humiliation but his voice stops you.

V: “Sit with me.”

A nagging in your mind tells you that this may be a trick, a set up for him to tease you further but V looks up from his book for the first time to look at you. A sincere glint in his eyes.

V: “I’d much prefer you here with me than elsewhere.”

Well, if you say it like that. Your legs carry you over to him before you can second guess your actions. Where he sat, there was not enough room to place yourself right next to him so you settled with the floor. You bent over to sit on the ground by his feet when your movements were halted by a gentle hold on your waist.

V: “What are you doing?”

You: “I was going to take a seat like you wanted me to.”

V: “Not there.”

You: “Then where-”

Before you can finish that last syllable, his arm snakes around you and pulls you to him. It took him little to no effort to bring you closer and you stumbled over your feet st the action, unceremoniously falling right atop of his lap. You reflexively tried to scramble to your feat but V’s grasp tightens, pressing your body further within his embrace until his slender frame was firm upon your back.

It was strange, you sitting on top of him like this. He was built particularly strong like Dante and Nero, and yet the way he held you, it made you feel the safest you have ever been…and admittedly very warm.

V: “Much better.”

He places his head atop of your chest and his other hand that held the book was placed before you wide open. At the feel of you relaxing in his embrace, you hear him hum, the sound of a purr in his throat like molten honey to your ears. You can feel his warm breath tickle the sensitive skin of your neck.

V: “Comfortable?”

You: “….Yeah.”

ooooo yES

Lime, sexual themes.

(Y/N) hummed softly in the rocking chair she’d set up outside of Nico’s van, as she read over a horror book she’d brought with her. V was leaning against the van next to her, also with his nose in a book.

It was silent, still, tranquil, serene, whatever she’d call it, she would.

V knew this would be the right time to “talk” about some writing he found in his book.

“Hot hands against steel cold

Held to a dark wall in waiting.

He had my soul in his throat,

And with moans captivating.”

(Y/N)’s head snapped up to him. The poem was… new, and weirdly familiar. He was at the back of the book, where he usually kept notes on whatever he was doing.

“V, what’s that—?”

He continued reading, only waiting for her to respond so he knew he had her attention, “To say that I’m not daily struggling to not jump V’s bones would be the understatement of the year.”

Now she knew what this is. “Wait, wait where’d you find that—?!”

“— I wish I could just feel his cane against the back of my neck, as he used it to push my face into the bed while he took me from behind. I always think about him taking me from behind, absolutely dominating me.”

(Y/N) jumped up, her face red and her heart in her ears. “V, give me the book.”

His eyes dragged to her from the book and smirked at her, before he fazed away and reappeared on top of the van.

“His tattoos, his deep, velvet voice, everything about him is sexy. He doesn’t wear it on his sleeve, it comes so naturally for him. Oh, I have so many dark fantasies with him dominating me, completely and totally.”

“V! Get down here! The others will be back any second—!”

His voice was behind her before he felt arms around her and a chin to her shoulder. A boon was held out high above her head. “— I want to feel him deep inside of me—“ with that, V pressed his hand against the area between her stomach and her intimate parts “— while he tongues my nipples and bites my neck.”

(Y/N) reached for the book, only for him to vanish again. Sly ass. “V, you prick!”

V laid himself out on the hook of the van, the book conviniently placed over his lap, “I want to feel that sturdy cane lock me to him, and press marks into my ass and hips to make sure he would be in control of my every single movement.”

(Y/N) rushes over to him, and once she was within arm’s length, he held her face to star him in the eyes, and pulled her so her face was mere centimeters from his own. “I want to feel him cum deep into me, claiming me as his once and for all.”

(Y/N) gulped, wild eyed as V didn’t pull even an inch away.

He chuckled and pulled her body close to him. “Well?”

“Wha—“ She began, “Well what?”

“You wanted my attention.”

V climbed down off the van, instead flipping it around so she was laid on the hood, with him between her legs and his cane pressed to her neck.

Playing with the canon, like maybe after the fusion with Urizen, V wakes up in a dark damp place. He, was… he. V still kinda remember what is like to be Vergil but he realizes that is more and more far away. The anger, the hurt, all it’s staying in another life. But what happen? Urizen his still out there? The tattoos of his body are gone and his hair is white, he feels alone. Vergil… V, he was V. V, knew a lot about magic, but he still didn’t understand how he was here. He traverse the roads he traveled as V, family roads. He learned that Vergil had indeed returned, and he and Dante had destroyed the qliphoth. What gave him fewer answers, he, V, a fragment, an echo of someone’s sadness and humanity was there, as an independent entity. 

V became an expert in occultism and discovered a new way of linking demons to assist him. 

He felt the loss of Griffon, Nightmare and Shadow. Especially Griffon. 

Over time the dmc crew realized about his existence and although they took a while they began to see V again as an individual. 

He never got along very well with Vergil, they knew each other too much.

He got a lot into the literary community of the city, even doing poetry readings (Dante and Nero went to some only to embarrass him)

There he met a girl and as a great poet would say (according to V) “Can I make it anymore obvious?"