Summary: V forgets your birthday in November and tries to make it up to you. (Request)
Content/Warnings: Pinch of angst and fluff! V forgets reader's birthday, V lowkey obsessed with reader, no use of Y/N or gendered pronouns.
A/N: I've been scrambling to get this done before the 5th of November passes lol I woulda had more time but I got a tattoo today. This was a request from my old blog I decided to do since i dont have much inspiration for him at the moment. I almost wanted to do some smut for this but decided to leave it as a fluffy story. Maybe I'll make a part two that is smutty lol. Anyways, I hope everyone enjoys. I know people have been wanting more V from me.
V should have been home.
You sit on the couch in the shadow gallery, sipping your drink, as the TV lowly hums with whatever movie you put in. Your attention stays on the clock as the time ticks away almost too quickly. Your favorite drink is almost gone and the charcuterie board you put together is untouched. The small cake V got you sits on the sidetable–the candles unlit. You haven't cried yet but your eyes start to sting when it gets close to midnight.
Past your birthday.
You know November is important to V, but he promised tonight would be about you. And yet, he still hasn't returned after he left for whatever last minute mission he mentioned in the morning. He didn't say happy birthday or acknowledge the plans you both had made. He simply covered your eyes to kiss your forehead before he mentioned having to do something.
It's 11:59pm when you raise your glass in toast.
“Happy birthday to me, I guess.” You mumble and down the rest of the liquid in the glass. Once midnight struck you let your tears finally fall as you let out a shaky sigh. Your chest aches something awful and you grab the bottle, drinking the rest directly from the bottle. You wipe your lips with the back of your hand and lay down on the couch. You close your eyes as you silently cry until you fall into a dreamless sleep.
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V returns home close to 1am. He didn't mean to stay out late but the convoy delivering the supplies he needed to steal was late to its drop point. Still, it was a success and he can start hitting the Chancellor and his government where it hurts.
As he moves through the shadow gallery, he's surprised to see the TV still on with a dvd menu screen playing. He cocks his head and approaches the couch but stops when he sees the plate of cheeses, meats, and crackers. That’s when his gaze drifts to the empty glass and bottle on the floor then your form on the couch.
At first, he quietly chuckles to himself thinking you fell asleep watching a movie.
But then he sees the faint, almost dried tear trails on your cheeks. His gaze travels down your body at the nice clothes you are wearing and how done up you look. Confusion washes over him. Why are you dressed so nicely, asleep on the couch with a bottle of wine and untouched foods, and why do you have tears on that lovely face of yours?
That's when he glanced to the side table and saw the small cake he baked you yesterday.
Your birthday.
V’s chest feels as though something punched through his chest. The ache he feels is that bad. He cannot believe he let himself forget your birthday. He had your gifts all wrapped and ready for you, and yet when he got wind of that important shipment, any other thought left his brain and he focused solely on hurting Sutler.
In turn, he hurt you, the greatest thing to bless his mess of a life.
V lets out a shaky breath and bends down. He carefully maneuvers one arm under your knees and the other under your back before he lifts you up into your arms. His movements are smooth to ensure you don't wake up as he carries you to the bedroom. When he gets inside he easily pulls the covers back and places you down gently. He tucks you in and slips off one of his gloves to gently caress your face. He loves your softness against his scarred flesh.
He takes off his hat so he can lift his mask enough to kiss each of your cheeks before he places one to your lips. V lets out a quiet huff as he fixes his mask, hat, and slips on his glove. He stands up straight and stares down at you, already calculating how he will make this up to you. With just one last look over your sleeping face, V leaves the bedroom quietly.
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The smell of delicious food and soft, muffled music slowly rouses you from your slumber. You sit up slowly with a groan mixed with a yawn. Your eyes sting and feel tender from crying yourself asleep. You were expecting your back to ache from the couch yet once you were more awake, you were in the bedroom. You looked to your side and saw the covers were undisturbed and empty.
Slowly, you swing your legs over the edge of the bed and get up with a stretch your arms over head. You notice you were still in your clothes from last night and took a quick moment to dress into something much more comfortable. You pad out the bedroom and through the shadow gallery until you reach the kitchen. Your hand immediately covers your mouth to hold back your laugh at the sight of V wearing the most ridiculous, frilly apron with splashes of flour on it.
You glance around as the music plays and see the table covered in your favorite breakfast foods. Some were steaming hot as if he just pulled them off the stove while a bowl of fresh fruits sits in the middle. V stands at the counter as he places the last star candle on your cake.
Sensing your presence, V's head turns to you and he lets out a soft ‘ah’ noise. He is quick to approach you and his hands frame your face so gently. You don't speak, not yet, as you look up at his mask.
“My dear, please forgive me for my negligence. I am sorry for forgetting your birthday yesterday.” His voice is as smooth as it always is, yet you can hear the slight tremble in his voice. “I am truly an idiot. I received a lucrative tip and let that blind me. I should have at the very least discussed it with you.”
“V…”
“I beg of you, my darling, to consider forgiving me.” Your eyes widen as he kneels before you, his hands grabbing your hips, as he tilts his head back to look up at you.
“V, you don’t have to beg.”
“But I do. For you, I should be groveling and begging for forgiveness.”
“You don’t. I forgive you.” You cup the side of his mask as you look down at him. “While I was upset at the moment… and I’m still a little tender about it…”
You feel his hands tighten briefly on your hips.
“...But I get that this month is important. Just next time, if we have plans, talk to me so I don’t stay up waiting.”
“I will. Once again, I am sorry.” V presses his mask against your stomach. He holds himself on his knees against you like this for a few more moments before standing up. “Close your eyes for me, my dear.”
You smile and oblige him. You only have to wait a few moments before you feel him press his lips against yours in a tender, sweet kiss. He pulls away and cups your jaw, his thumb tapping your lips to let you know you can open your eyes.
“Eat your breakfast first. I worry you didn’t eat last night. Then you can have your cake and presents.”
You giggle at his words and nod with a smile.
“I love you, V.”
“I love you too, my darling. And again, I sincerely apologize.”
You sit down and eat while V sits across from you–the food is delicious as always. You savor each bite and as you finish eating, V is quick to get up and grab your cake, setting it between you both. You smile softly at the sight of him and how hard he is trying to make up for yesterday.
“Looks good. Just don’t sing happy birthday please.” You laugh softly as he lights the candles for you.
“Happy birthday.” He murmurs with a tilt of his head. If you could see behind his mask, you would have seen the absolutely smitten and fond look he is giving you. You take one of the knives on the table and cut yourself a generous slice, setting the candles aside before you dig in.
“It’s so good.” Your words are muffled and slightly slurred from your mouth being full of cake.
“I am glad.” V chuckles as you devour your slice. He chuckles to himself when he sees frosting stuck on the corners of your lips. When you finish your slice he is quick in reaching over and swiping away the lingering frosting.
The music shifts to a new song and your heart flutters–it’s what you consider your’s and V’s song.
“Want to dance?” You mumble and stand up from the table.
“With you? Always.” He chuckles and gets up as well. V moves around the table and takes one of your hands in his while his other hand rests on your hip. You let him take the lead and you both start to sway and step side to side to the classical music.
You chuckle as you glance down at the frilly fabric once more for just a moment.“Interesting apron choice, love.”
“I was hoping it would make you smile and laugh.” His voice is quiet, peering down at you. “I am glad it worked. You have a beautiful smile that I always want to see.”
“Oh, V.”
“You are the light of my life and I will spend as much time as I can worshipping you.” He leans down and presses his forehead against yours.
“I love you.” You can’t help but repeat. You shift your head enough to press your lips against his mask for your own kiss to him.
“I love you too.”
The song comes to an end and you both stop your swaying, still looking at each other.
“What would you like to do today, my love?”
You hum and think over your options. “How about just a lazy day with you and then maybe spend some time looking up at the night sky?”
“A wonderful idea, my love, the day and I are yours.”
Pairing: V for Vendetta x AFAB! Reader (no use of gendered pronouns/pet names, no use of Y/N)
Words: 5.2k
Warning(s): SMUT! Masturbation (Reader), Oral (reader receiving), thigh riding, fingering, vibrator, dildo/strap-on, squirting, overstimulation, V gets a pinch crazy (very very minimal), use of safeword (nothing bad, Reader just knows their limits uwu), blindfold, light choking, V keeps the mask ON (for the most part) fluffy aftercare.
A/N: I am so nervous to post this bc I havent written a reader insert in some time, havent written smut in FOREVER, and I havent watched V for Vendetta for awhile either BUT I REALLY WANTED TO GET THIS DONE. SO HERE. Also, I headcanon V to have almost his whole body burned so, the strap-on warning is not for peggin’, sorry for those who thought that haha. enjoy
Also this post is goin up on my birthday so its like a reward haha
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It was a quiet evening in the Shadow Gallery. You did some cleaning for your partner V, and now you were doing some light reading of a book he recommended a couple days ago. It was a short, but very sensual erotic story that was on the banned list of books by the Chancellor. The words and analogies were simply written yet read as beautiful. You could see why V would recommend it. The story was eerily similar to yours and his dynamic; a masked vigilante character and his lover. The vigilante comes to his lover later in the evening and from the worry, they make love.
You almost wondered if he had you reading this on purpose, but you both never made that step your relationship. You understood from all that he has told you, his body was badly burned and he never took off his clothes or disguises. You've only seen his hands and you've felt his lips against yours and your face, but he had you close your eyes for that. You respected that aspect of V, you loved him for him and not for any appearance reason (although you wouldn't deny his typical get up was a major turn on.) Did you have your urges? Sure, but you took care them yourself with tools V stole for you whenever he was out.
Time was lost on you as you kept getting absorb in the short story. You finished the novella with a satisfied huff at its ending and set it aside. You stand up from your's and his bed, stretching your limbs. You glance at the clock and furrowed your brows.
"When did it become almost 11:30pm?" You mumbled and make your way to the kitchen to get some water. It was an hour or so later than when V said he'd be home, an inkling of worry bloomed in your chest. Whenever he went out to stop fingermen or steal supplies he always returned home to you on time, sometimes earlier. What had kept him so late?
You took a sip of water, welcoming the coolness it brought to your slightly dry throat and mouth. You clicked off the light in the kitchen and walked back to the main area of the Shadow Gallery. You yelped and jumped at V suddenly appearing, still in his cape and hat. The water in the glass you held ended up all on the front of you.
"Shit V, you startled me. Usually you announce when you're back." You chuckled, using the back of your hand to wipe water off your chin.
"My apologies, my dear. There were more fingermen than expected." He quickly approached you. His gloved hand takes the glass from your hands, setting it on a nearby table. One of his hands rest at the base of your neck while the one found itself softly cupping your jaw. His thumb swiped away water droplets still on your chin before slowly dragging along your bottom lip. "How was your day, hmm?"
"Wasn't so bad. I cleaned and then read that one book you recommended." You leaned into his touch, taking in a deep breath. You felt a shiver down your spine when you felt his fingers by your neck tap against your skin. With the story fresh on your mind it seemed like your senses were heightened.
"Ah, The Night Unveiled." V tilted his head, his tone indicating he was smirking. "Did you enjoy it?"
"Mhm, but I couldn't help but wonder if you suggested it on purpose, V. A smut story of a masked vigilante and his lover?"
He chuckled. "An idea formed in my head some when I saw the book in my collection. I thought you would enjoy a truly good read and... and would like to try something with me."
"You simply could have asked, V, though I did enjoy the read. The author wrote well."
"It got you in the mood though, did it not?" He tilted his head again, moving his hands to the hem your shirt. He maneuvered them underneath your top to grip your hips. He pulled you flush against him, your hands immediately resting on his chest. "I felt how you reacted to my fingers near your neck."
"What made you want to take this step?"
"I have always wanted you in an intimate matter, but as you know, my body is..." His usually confident tone faltered, his words trailing off. "But, I thought about it and came up with a solution. Come with me, dear." He gently took hold of your hand and lead you down the familiar hallway to your bedroom. You also felt a rush of heat up the back of your neck and to your face at the thought of sex with your beloved partner, something you often fantasize about.
V opened the door and the two of you walk in. He turns to you, his hands cupping your cheeks as he leaned forward, resting the mask's forehead against yours. You heard him take a deep breath and you couldn't help but mimic him.
"If you ever feel uncomfortable, my dear, let me know. We shall learn as we go so please use the light system."
"Got it." You smiled and place a small peck to the lips of his mask. He chuckled pulling away from you.
"I'll be right back, stay here." You nod, watching as he ventured into the large closet for a few moments. He came back out holding two boxes, one you recognized. It held the few sex toys you had. You bit your bottom lip at the sight. You were definitely curious to what he has planned. You would be lying if you didn't feel the heat pooling between your legs. Subconsciously you crossed your legs while still standing, watching your partner set the boxes down at the foot of the bed before sitting down on the edge closer to the middle.
"Can you take off your shirt and shorts for me, my love?" His deep voice cut through your brief stupor. You nodded and gripped the hem of your shirt, pulling the fabric up and over your head. You let your top fall to the ground and your shorts quickly followed. All you were left in were your white panties. You felt embarrassment wash over you for just a moment as you stood before him. You had been nude in front of him before. V liked to have days were he'd dedicate his time into pampering you, which meant he often helped bathe you. Yet, for some reason, in this moment you felt like shying away.
You heard V take in a sharp breath of air.
"You look divine my dear, as if Aphrodite crafted you herself. Please, come here."
"If anyone else heard you bring up a Greek God like so Creedy would have your head." You chuckle and heard him laugh as well. Slowly, you walked forward until you were between his legs. His hands, still gloved, were back on your hips.
He slowly dragged them downwards, gliding down your thighs. You felt your body shiver at the contact and he next moved them upwards. You felt his hands get closer to your chest, your breath caught in your throat in anticipation. You bit on your bottom lip as his hands cupped your breasts, squeezing them gently. You let out a content sigh before a small moan escaped; the pad of his thumbs grazed over your perked nipples. V tilted his head at your soft noises and decided to fully cup your tits, kneading and squeezing them.
"Sit." He spoke a simple command. He maneuvered his knee and thigh between your legs. You complied, taking in a sharp breath as your covered heat now against his thick thigh. "Go on, my dear, get yourself off on me."
You nod in response, not trusting your voice. You lazily started rocking your hips, riding his thigh. Your lips parted at the feeling and your hands gripping his shoulders; his own were back on your hips. Soft mewls left your mouth as you grind down, keeping a steady slow pace.
"That's it, darling." You didn't know his voice could get lower and huskier. You felt his fingers press into your skin, gripping your hips tighter but he made no effort to control your movements. "Does that feel good, hmm?"
"Yes-ah..." Your breath came out in pants. You leaned yourself into him to get more pressure and movement focused on your clit. Your roll your hips down and your body twitches. You've found just the right angle. You move faster and and faster, the pleasure making you slowly lose yourself. Your noises leaving your lips were getting louder. You sucked in your bottom lip to try and suppress them, but you felt V's hands grip your hips harder. Your rhythm came to a stop as you moved to look at his mask. There was a very brief moment of dull pain in his grip before he let up.
"Keep going. Do not silence yourself." His words were firm but you could tell by his tone he was adoring you. "I want to hear everything. I want to see everything."
"Sorry-"
"Don't apologize either." He chuckled and tapped your right ass cheek, signaling for you to continue. You nod, leaning forward again as you grind your hips down on his strong thigh, hoping to find that sweet angle. You slid your arms around his neck, your bare chest pressed against him as you tried to find that sweet spot again. You feel him wrap his arms loosely around your hips while you moved.
You shifted your left him and moaned loudly right by his ear.
"Yes, my love." You felt his chest rumble against yours. "That is it. Are you close?"
"Yes, V. Oh my god, yes." Your fingers gripped the clothes on his back as you rolled your hips, your movements getting sloppy as you chased your orgasm. You could feel it creeping up on you, getting closer and closer. V's hands soon found themselves resting on each asscheek yet he still made no effort to control any of your movements. You felt the heat rush up your legs and your body twitches and stills, before you sag against V.
"Did that feel good?" You feel one of his hands rest on the back of your neck while the other softly stroked up and down your lower spine.
"Mmhmm..." You pant, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck.
"What color are you at right now? I still have many more ideas-"
"Green, Love. I am doing just fine." You chuckle and sit up right, cupping the cheeks of his mask. "Although I have a feeling you will be focusing mostly on me tonight."
"And if I am?" There was playfulness in his tone, the hand at the nape of your neck gently applied pressure.
"I would feel a bit bad."
"Your pleasure is mine, my love. As I mentioned to you previously my body is not in the best state, but I find it enjoyable watching you get lost in pleasure. So please, do not feel bad. I will be enjoying everything." He turned his head to nuzzle his mask into the palm of your hand.
"What else you got in store for me?"
"I am glad you asked." There was a slight growl to his voice. He helped you off his thigh and had you stay at the bed. You watched with curiosity as he went to the corner of the room. Your masked lover dragged over the armchair back to the bed with ease before sitting down. "I would like to see what you do to yourself when I am away."
"Ah, that's why you grabbed my box." You smirked and he nodded. You reached over to your box, still eyeing the other one. You slowly flipped the lid opened and eyed your options. You glanced to V who was still watching you and glanced back at your toys. Biting your bottom lip, you pick up the small bullet vibrator.
You move to the headboard of your bed, back propped up by the plush pillows. You kept your eyes on V as you lifted your hips up to slide off your soaked panties. You spread your legs, your wet cunt on full display for him. You saw him straighten his posture at your actions which had you close to smirking.
You started slowly massaging one of your breasts as your lowered the off vibrator to your pussy. You sucked in a sharp breath as you slowly dragged it up and down, your legs twitching at it grazing over your sensitive clit. Your felt around on the toy with your finger before finally pressing the on botton, the vibrator coming life.
You moaned loudly at the vibration again your clit. Back arching, you stopped playing with your breast and immediately pushed to fingers into your wet hole. You desperately needed to feel filled up. The sounds of the vibrator, your fingers thrusting, and your moans filled the room.
"Ah-Fuck! V..." You almost whined saying his name. You repeatedly chanted his name as your fingered yourself. Your eyes never left his rigged form as he watched you intently. Your toes curled and you could feel another orgasm approaching. "I love you, V-"
Suddenly, V stood up from the chair and walked over to the foot of the bed. He quickly opened his box and grabbed a piece of dark fabric.
"Are you comfortable with being blindfolded?"
"Y-yes." You breathed, removing your fingers but keeping the vibrator against your clit. You lost the sensation of near relief, but knew you loving partner would bring it back. V immediately crawled onto the bed and kneeled between your legs. He carefully leaned in and placed a black, thick silky fabric over your eyes, tying it behind your head. You felt your nerves start to rise and you quickly turned off the vibrator to give yourself a moment to adjust.
"Make sure to tell me when your uncomfortable." His rich voice almost startled you now that you can't see him. "I figure this is your first time being blindfolded, would you like me to walk through what I am going to do?"
"That would be great." You smile, taking in a deep breath. You heard some ruffling comig in front of you and then felt the bed shift.
"I am going to touch your thigh." You noticed two things. One, his voice didn't sound muffled and two, you could feel his hot breath on your skin. You nearly jumped when you felt his scarred fingers gently stroke your inner thigh. "I am going to kiss you. I plan to leave marks there." There was a second pause until you felt his mouth gently kiss your thigh. Next thing you felt were his teeth nipping your skin. V started trailing kisses from what you felt. His mouth started near your knee and was getting closer to your heat.
"Mmm..." You practically feel his breath against your cunt.
"What color?"
"God, green." You couldn't contain your anticipation. He chuckled and slid an arm around to rest on your lower stomach. Your back arched when you felt his warm tongue swipe up your slit before he latched on to your clit.
"F-fuck, V!" You cried out. You wanted to reach down and press his face closer to your cunt but you kept your hands gripping the pillows. You knew he had both his mask and wig off, so you settled for jutting your hips. He chuckled and held you down with his arm.
"There, there." He mumbled, his tongue doing wonders your sensitive pussy. You felt him insert two fingers, they curled and hit the right spot, causing a pleased whimper escapes your lips at the feeling. He continued lapping your juices and gently suckling on your clit in all the right ways.
You're not sure how or why, but V was amazing at eating you out.
"H-how are you so good-Hng!" You whined, tossing your head back. That familiar warmth spread through your body, heat pulling in your stomach. He detatched himself from your pussy and while you couldn't see him, you knew he was smirking.
"I think it is both muscle memory from before Larkhill and from the many movies and books from the banned list I obtained." He hummed, the vibration of his voice felt so good. The blindfold had"Come on my tongue, darling."
"V..." You whimpered when he removed his fingers but then moaned as his tongue delve into your hole. His free fingers circled and played with your clit. "Fuck-fuck!" It felt like fireworks as your second orgasm hit. You threw your head back as you sputtered out a mixture of curse words and his name.
"Divine, darling. Absolutely divine." He moved away you to let you recover from your orgasm. "I am going to kiss you now." He didn't give you time to answer. His lips met yours in a bruising kiss, you could taste yourself. Unlike your gentler, more sensual kisses with V, this one was full of passion and lust. One of his hands rested on your neck and he applied a little pressure to the sides. Your thoughts were scrambled from your post-orgasm high, the hot kiss, and now his hand on your throat.
"Just a moment, dear." He pulled his face and hand away. You hear noises again and you assume he is putting his mask and wig on. A minute passes when he speaks again. "I am taking off the blindfold." You feel his hands trail up your neck and behind your head, untying the silky fabric.
"Ah, shit." You weakly laugh and wince at the light. Your eyes adjusted in time though and now you could see your lover staring down at you.
"You look stunning like this. Dazed from an orgasm on my tongue." He cupped your cheek with his hand and you immediately nuzzled into it. "One more thing, my dear. Are you up for it?"
"I think I have one more in me." You smiley blissfully.
"Good." He leaned forward and had his mask kiss your hairline before getting up. He opened his box again and you watched with half lidded eyes as he seemingly strapped something around his waist. He grabbed something else, what you swore was a dildo but then it was obscured by his body. "This looks quite silly." V laughed.
"Let me see." You giggled. Your lover turned around with his hands on hips and you had to cover your mouth to hide the grin. He was still fully clothed in front of you in his black get up but on his crotch was a realistic looking strap-on but it also was in a clear lavender color. You removed your hand and revealed your grin. "Yeah. It looks a little silly but I am very excited for what's in store."
"Good." V gave a curt nod and walked around the bed, sitting in the other side. "Do you have the energy to ride me?"
"Oh I would love to." You smirked and sat up, feeling energized enough. You threw your leg over his lap, effectively straddling him.
"My, you are stunning, sitting here on my lap like so. Oh how I love you."
"I love you too, V."
"Every time you speak my name I am put further under your spell."
"I'll be saying it plenty more here soon." You pecked the masks lips and reached back for the dildo, grabbing it and lining it to your entrance. You figured you were plenty ready to take it. Slowly you sunk down on the thermoplastic cock and you placed your hands on his chest. V took in a sharp breath as he watched your face show the pleasure you were feeling. His hands gripped your hip.
You set a slow pace to start. You softly moaned as you moved up and down. The strap-on filled you up deliciously. You knew it wasn't the real thing but the moment still felt special. The intense love you already felt for V only deepened now.
You felt V's hands help guide your hips and you could tell he wanted you to go faster. You smile at his masked face and quickened your pace.
"Fuck-This feels... feels good." You rasped. You couldn't tell exactly were he was looking, but you figured he was watching your tits bounce. V removed one of his hands from your hip and reached over to where your vibrator laid. You didn't let him even ask, "Green, V."
"Good. Come undone for me again. I want to see your while your whole face is shown to me this time." He powered on the toy, its buzzing filled the room. You slowed down enough for him to press the vibrator to your clit. You nearly scream in pleasure, your body stilling and twitching.
"Oh fuck!" You hissed at the sudden wave of pleasure. "Move V- Ah-!"
"Of course." There was a smirk to his tone. He started bucking his hips upwards, everything felt so intense yet so good. You felt what seemed like fire pooling in your lower abdomen. Your were getting lost in this immense pleasure and you could tell your third orgasm was going to hit hard. The vibrator against your clit and your lover fucking you had you nearly lost in ecstasy.
Your head started leaning back as your third orgasm was nearly there when suddenly you felt the hand that was gripping your hip fly up to back of your head. V's hand cupped the base of your skull and forced you to keep your face looking directly at the mask.
"Keep your focus on me." V practically growled.
That intensity in his voice, the very steady and strong thrust, and the vibrator had you crying out his name. Your third orgasm hit like a firey explosion. Your walls clenched around the strap-on as your body stilled, jaw hung loose and eyes almost rolling back.
"Yes, that is it." V husked. Your body trembled, feeling overstimulated. Your partner still kept going, seemingly lost in your reaction. You cried out as he kept going, as he moved the vibrators in circles around your sensitive and engorged clit.
"V-!" You whimpered out his name. A part of you wanted to stop, the stimulation practically overwhelming, but your mind and heart kept screaming for him to keep going, to see how much longer you could hold out like this. You wanted to feel completely undone by the man you adored so dearly. Suddenly his thrust came to a full stop. He quickly pulled out of you and switched the position, everything seemed like a blur in your drunken-like state.
You now laid on your back, V having a firm grip on your legs as he maneuvered them for easy access; the vibrator, still in his grasp, buzzed against your leg. He entered you once more, giving you only a moment before his thrusts continued.
"V, fuck!" You choked out. His grip on one of legs left and you nearly saw white; the bullet vibrator was back on your clit. Tears leaked out of your eyes as you stared up at the mask watching you so intently.
"Good, my love. You are taking this so well. So-fucking-well." He grunts. You feel your heart flutter at the use of a curse word, something he hardly ever utters. There was something in the tone telling you he was fulling letting loose now. And you loved it. "Cum one more time for me, alright?"
You simply nodded, unable to coherently speak.
"I asked you a question. I need to hear your voice."
"Y-yes!" You writhe and shuttered. Then your vision nearly faded to black as your fourth orgasm hit, you couldn't make a sound other than his name. You felt sudden wetness around your pussy and V's clothes as his hips languidly rolled against you.
"My, my dear. It seems you made a mess." V chuckled, slowly pulling out but still kept some of the dildo inside of you. You barely manage to lift your head and saw liquid dripping from his pants.
I've never done that before... You hazily thought.
Your tired eyes widened when you felt him push back in and your sweat drenched body twitched with the vibrator on your clit.
"V- red. Red sweetheart." You panted. Immediately, he halted his movement and turned off the vibrator. Carefully he removed both toys from your body and placed a hand on your cheek.
"I am sorry. I lost myself there. Are you hurt? What do you need?" His voice was soft and tender.
"I'm not hurt. I just knew I couldn't handle anymore." You said, nearly breathless as you came down from everything.
"Just relax. I'll start a bath for you while I change into clean clothes. Does that sound fine?"
"Of course." You lazily smile at him as he got off the bed. You close your eyes and hum a soft song while V went into the closet the change. It only took him a few minutes but you nearly lulled yourself to sleep.
"Are you ready?" He asked. You hummed a response and sat up, you swing your legs off the edge but as soon as you attempted to stand your legs gave out. If it V hadn’t had been so close without you realizing you would have met the ground.
"Wow, you really fucked me until I couldn't walk." You couldn't help but laugh. He looped an arm under your knees and used the other to support your back as he lifted you easily into his arms.
"Once again, I sincerely apologize to you. I know this night was supposed to be for us to test-"
"Don't. Everything felt good. Great even. I knew I wanted to keep going as you did for that last one." You stretched your neck to peck the masks cheek. "I don't mind rough either next time, V."
"Well I am glad." His seemingly bashful tone of voice told you enough. You giggle with a simple smile and wrap your arms around his neck as he walked you both in the bathroom. V sat you down on the closed toilet and wrapped one of the fluffy towels around your shoulder. You watched with half lidded eyes aa he got the bath going. The water started filling the porcelain tub and you watched as your partner added soothing oils to the water.
When the water reached the right amount V turned the handle to off. He removed the towel and lifted you up and hovered you over the water. It was routine now after his days of pampering you for him to do this so you could test the temperature with your foot. He lowered you just enough to do so and you hummed in delight.
"Just right, V." You smiled and he gave a single nod, assisting you to stand in the tub before helping you lay back. You sigh contently at the warm water around you before glancing at V. Your eyes widened a bit when you daw him roll up his sleeves. His arms, much like his hands, were severely scarred. Usually he let the water soak his shirts when helping you bathe. Deciding not to comment on it, you simply smile to acknowledge this step in trust.
You didn’t care about what his appearance may have been under his clothes, what you cared about is who he is. He was an essentric person, but kind. He was understanding and driven. And he was someone you loved dearly.
V pulled out the small stool he kept in the bathroom. He lathered up a loofah with the soap you liked and gently took hold of your arm. For the next few minutes he gently washed you, speaking softly to you. When he was done with that he started massaging your limbs, earning him content noises from you. You could fall asleep at any moment now. A whine escaped your lips when his hands left you.
"Sorry, my dear, I have to clean up everything. It shouldn't take me long. Try not to fall asleep."
"No promises." You sleepily smile, watching him as he left the bathroom. You stretch your arms and legs with a small hum. You felt hazy and content in the warm bath after being pleasured and cared for. Your eyes slowly closed with a small smile and you couldn't help but doze off.
You're not sure how much time passed since you closed your eyes. V's deep chuckle stirred you awake. You blinked up at him as he set down a fluffy towel, before he reached into the water to unclog the drain.
"I told you not to fall asleep." He teased and helped you up. With his hands placed on your waist, he easily lifted you out the tub. He grabbed the towel and started drying you off. You smiled contently at how warm it was. He must of thrown it in the dryer for you. Wrapping you in the towel, he lifted you in his arms and back into the bedroom.
You noted the different bedding and felt warmth flush to your cheeks.
"Sorry you had to clean all that by yourself."
"No, I am actually quite proud of myself and you for that." His boastful tone had you feeling more flushed. He sat you down on the bed next to a small stack of clean clothes. "I hope to get you to that point again, dear."
"That was the first time I ever squirted." You smiled. V knelt down while you carefully stood up, removing the fluffy towel. You shivered at the difference in temperature. Your lover unfolded a pair of black panties for you. You placed a hand on his shoulder and step in each hole. V slowly pulled the underwear up and quickly offered you some sleeping shorts, which you repeated the process. He had you sit back down so he could put on a very large shirt over your head. You smiled at how warmed the clothes were on your body.
"Thank you for taking care of me, V." You sigh.
"It is the least I could do for you." His hand cupped your jaw and his thumb stroked your cheek.
"Still, I appreciate it and you. Can you give me a kiss?" You grin getting up to stand.
"Anything for you." You close your eyes as he lifted his mask. His lips pressed against yours softly, the kiss full of love and adoration. He pulled away and you waited until he spoke again to open your eyes, his mask back on. "I love you, forever and always."
"I love you too, V." You smiled, the attempted to stifle a yawn.
"You need rest, my dear."
"Lay and tell me a story until I sleep?"
"Of course." V lead you to your side of the bed and pulled back the covers. He helped you get into bed and tucked you in. He quickly moved around the bed and got on top of the bed. You wasted no time scooting up to him, wrapping your arm around his torso and resting your head on his strong chest.
You sigh, feeling content and happy. V started speaking, reciting a short story he has memorized and told you before. His rich voice was soft and comforting, and after a few minutes you were lulled into a deep sleep, feeling secured and protected.
Hihi!!! Hope everythings okay with you and I hope to give u inspiration!! Regarding V for Vendetta 👉👈
A small fic inspired by the song Cry Baby Cry by the Angels where the reader is having one for those days where they can't help but cry about nothing or everything. That's just my 50 cents, thank you!!
Just One of Those Days
V x GN!Reader
Words: 2.3k+
Warnings/Content: talks of in world violence (black bagging), readers parents implied to be black bagged and dead, tough day for the reader, lots of crying, lots of comfort
A/N: okay, as someone who deals with BPD and PMDD, this fic hit hard for me to write. the way i flip back and forth between happy/sad/angry is so draining. Tysm for the request! I haven't felt to inspired to write for V, butttt I just rewatched the film and i may try to cook up more ideas. Hope you enjoyed!! Also I tried out posting fics under the ask. i used to not do that, but I figured try it out.
When you woke up, you already felt that pit in your stomach. You let out a deep sigh and reach out to the other side of the bed, finding it empty. V usually rises earlier than you or doesn't sleep at all, and yet not feeling him makes your throat tighten and eyes sting. You roll onto your side and curl up as you try not to cry over something that usually doesn't bother you.
You take an extra ten minutes to get up and start your day. Shuffling out of your bedroom and through the shadow gallery, you head to the kitchen for something to eat. V is still nowhere to be seen or heard and you try not to let it bother you. He's a busy man with his schemes and plans. You entered this relationship with him after you saved him and he gave you refuge knowing he would be away for many hours. And yet, as you pull a plate down for your breakfast, you can feel the stinging of salty tears in your eyes again.
You don't know why you get like this sometimes. It feels like you have a weight on both your chest and shoulders…where everything and anything no matter how big or how small the issue is makes you cry. You could be having a relatively nice day but if you were in this funk? One little thing that usually wouldn't bother you will set off the tears. You would've gone to the doctor about it but under Sutler's rule? You likely would have been black bagged long before you helped V out.
You pull out several foods you wanted to incorporate in the makeshift breakfast you're tossing together from the fridge. Just a simple mishmash of things you like and–your hand freezes when you look at your plate and see mold.
“What? This stuff is still pretty fresh.” You murmur out loud and make sure to check the dates on some of the foods. Maybe they weren't sealed back up properly, or maybe it's just a bad batch. But once again, the tears fill and spill from your waterline as you haphazardly dump what you already plated into the trash and quickly wash your hands. Instead you whip up some toast to nibble on.
You shuffle back into the main room and plop down on the couch. You grab the box from the coffee table and shuffle through various banned DVD cases to pick out something to watch. Your fingers pause on a certain one and you feel a surge of emotions rush through you. It wasn't even that memorable of a film but you remember your parents saved up the money and broke the law to buy it from a smuggler as it was a banned movie. You tear up from the sentiment alone this time before you opened the case, got up, and popped the DVD into the player.
You curl up under blankets as you watch the nostalgic movie. You're surprised at the fact you didn't cry during the film given how you've been feeling today. But when the movie ends, you can feel your lips start to quiver and a wave of emotions crashes down on you like a tsunami.
You can't help but connect the movie back to your parents before you lost them to Sutler and Creedy. You long for the carefree days of your childhood before you became all too aware of the atrocities happening around you. You remember the fun games your father would play with you or when he'd have you help him fix up the car (holding the flashlight was very important business). Your mother taught you family recipes you still remember and showed you how to patch up clothes when you played a little too hard with the neighborhood kids. It was a time where you didn't worry too much and you felt reassured by your parents that while the government is harsh and overbearing, nothing would happen to your family. That the fingermen wouldn’t take away your parents in the middle of the night and drop you off at a government regulated foster home.
And then you felt guilty that you wanted to go back to that time when you've been getting by–surviving–and finding joy again with V. The man who sweeps you off your feet and showers you with love and respect; something your last partners couldn't be bothered to give you. He's attentive with your needs when he isn’t scheming his take down of Sulter and he makes you feel special. You're nearly sobbing
“Ugh.” You slouch into the couch cushions, holding one of the blankets around you a little tighter. You let the credits roll as your sob session quickly resolves itself and you're left sniffling and your bottom lip quivering. Your eyes feel so, so sore and tender at this point, and the day isn't even over.
“Maybe I should clean and distract myself.” You mumble to yourself, a habit you picked up from V. You reluctantly unwrap your blankets and slowly stand up from the couch, taking a deep breath in hopes you'll stay calm and keep you productive enough.
You shuffle across the shadow gallery. First you dusted but then you felt tears spring up and you can tell it wasn't from the dust being disturbed. You wipe down any surfaces that need it, clean the kitchen and go through the food for anything else that may have expired or gone bad, and organize where you could. You even made it back to the bedroom to make the bed you left crumpled when you woke up. Your little cleaning spree worked (for the most part) in keeping you focused enough to not think about the urges to cry at anything and everything, or nothing at all.
You go back to the couch and lounge for a few minutes in peace, satisfied with the work you accomplished. Your mind doesn't drift off and you feel a little lighter all around. Maybe you can get through this day with no more tears shed.
Then, you hear V's footsteps echoing through the hallway that leads into the Shadow Gallery; something he makes sure to do so you aren't startled. You perk up from the couch and when you see him emerge, you can’t help but get up and practically speedwalk up to him. You feel tears well up and spill freely from your tender eyes once more and you don't hate it this time.
“My love, why the tears?” V hums as the back of his fingers trail down your cheek before you pull him into a tight hug.
“Just happy to see you is all.” You murmur followed by a sniffle. Your fingers curl and grip onto his cape a little tighter.
“Has it been one of those days?”
Your breath hitches and you pull back, your lips wobbling once more as your happy tears shift. “Is it that obvious?”
“Your eyes are swollen. It is okay though, my dear. I am just sorry that I was not here for you.”
“Oh, V. You're so sweet.” Another rush of tears hits you causing you to nuzzle your face against his shirt and the metal breast plate beneath it.
He places his hand on the back of your head and chuckles, “I did not mean to make you cry further.”
“I've been crying all day. I hate getting like this.”
“I know, but I am here now. Let me make today a little better for you.” Both of his gloved hands cup your face, his thumbs brushing under your eyes to wipe away any remaining tears. “How much did you eat today, my dear?”
“Just toast.” You nuzzle into one of his palms. “I was going to eat something more but what I grabbed was spoiled.”
He tuts softly but not at you. “That is a shame. I will keep a better eye out on what I take from the Chancellor next time. Come, we can cook together.”
V gently takes your hand in his and leads you into the kitchen with him. He gets his flowery apron on and then insists on helping you put on your frilly one much to your feigned protest. He starts pulling out ingredients, double-checking each thing, before removing his gloves.
“You'll have whatever you want, my love. Are you prepared to vanquish your hunger?” His theatrics make you laugh softly and you're pretty sure that's his goal. He slips off his gloves and sets them aside on the kitchen table. The sight of his intensely scarred flesh once shocked you, but it is a feature of V you’ve come to love and understand. The pain he must have gone through all thanks to Sutler and his cronies makes your heartache and tears form in your eyes. You turn away from him in hopes to hide the tears but you know it was a futile attempt. V is all too observant. You hear his footsteps approach you and his arms wrap around your middle.
“I’m-”
“No apologies, my dear. Just tell me what you are thinking.” You feel him press his mask against the top of your head.
“I…I was just thinking about you and the pain you’ve been through.” You’re then quick to add. “It’s not pity…just overwhelming love and sadness for you, V.”
“Oh, my dear.” V chuckles, squeezing you gently in his arms before turning you around to face him. “No tears for me, though I appreciate the sentiment. Now, tell me what you want and let us cook it.”
“Since I didn’t get to have a proper breakfast…Breakfast for dinner?” You give him a small smile.
“Breakfast for dinner it is… A full breakfast or-”
“No. Something simple. And hot cocoa, please.”
V lets out a hum at your response and ushers you along to follow his lead. A true staple in the recipes he seems to have memorized, V helps you prepare two pieces of ‘eggs in a basket’ paired with one of your favorite breakfast sides. Any little mistake you make, V is quick to distract you or make his own ridiculous mistake to make you laugh. It is a quick little moment, cooking with him, but it was one that lightened you.
V had you eat on the sofa as he went through his movie collection.
“I’ve already cried at one movie today. It’s perhaps best if you pick the movie.” You chuckle before taking another bite out of your food.
“And I will be here to shoulder you when you do once again.” V muses and plucks out a case.
Much like you predicted, you cried during the film while trying to drink your cooling cocoa, the flavor rich and deep. But this time, a strong arm wraps around your shoulder and pulls you in close, letting you cling to him. His hand, still ungloved, gently trails up and down your back in comforting motions and by the end of the movie, your eyes feel puffy and sore once more. Your hand is a tight fight on his thigh until he coos softly and presses the hard nose and lips of his mask to your temple.
“Let's get to the bath and then bed. Some rest will do you good.” His voice is low and soothing as he helps you to your feet. You're exhausted from the crying today and clearly it is obvious to your partner. V is steady as he guides you to the bathroom for a quick bath. You giggle when he helps you bathe and when he finishes, wrapping a fluffy towel around you. You let out a surprised noise when he lifts you up and carries you into the bedroom you share with him; his immense strength always caught you off guard.
He dresses you in fresh clothes before he pulls back the covers, making you lay down. The only article of clothing V opts to remove from himself are his boots, his feet covered by thick, black socks, before he dims the lights and then joins in laying beside you. You immediately curl up against him, feeling relaxed…yet not truly calm.
You stare at his chest for a few moments before shifting back to stare at his mask. Despite everything and how the world cruelly shaped him, V is still so soft and gentle with you. Only for you. You feel the intense emotions hit you once again and he grunts to hold you against him once more. You don’t fight it, pressing the side of your head into his chest to hear his strong heartbeat.
“Why do you put up with me, V?” You mumble out loud. “I am a mess.”
“Because of the same reason you put up with me and my…escentricities: you love me and I love you dearly.” He keeps his voice low. “I am a mess too. I am a catastrophe–a monster, yet you stay by my side. You’ve taught me to love, something I didn’t think I would ever feel after what happened in Larkhill. I will be here for you no matter how many tears you shed or however many days you have where you feel like this.”
You don’t say anything at first, but when you part your lips, he stops you.
“No apologies, my dear.” He repeats to you again, his hand coming up to keep your head pressed against him. “You can’t help the way you feel and I do not fault you in that.”
“I was actually going to say I love you a lot, V.” You chuckle. “But I appreciate the sentiments nonetheless.”
“Oh.” He chuckles and pauses, moving his hand away from your head to hold you tightly. “I love you too, my dear.”
You let out a little huff and for the first time all day, you feel lighter. V’s words touched you deeply. You know you are going to have more days like this in the future, probably until you take your last breath. But you also know V will be by your side through each bad day and for every tear.
