Reader finds the broken V2 after the [ 1-4: CLAIR DE LUNE ] boss fight (Dunno how, just does). V2 is so broken they can't even lift an arm to ring the reader like a towel for their blood. (I'm a thirsty flower, you have to feed me your blood) The Reader offers some blood in a bowl letting V2 dip their hand into it to absorb it, has to be in a container of sorts because V2 has thicker plating than V1 so can't absorb blood as fast (needs time) but in return is more efficient with absorbed blood. V2 is smart enough to understand a willing human is a more consistent supply so lets them live but sneaks in from time to time for blood, maybe a few repairs?
Reliable source
What if: You wanted to reconstruct V2
But Hakita said: No
TW // Descriptions of blood and injury
Your legs hurt, body aching from the tumble you took when falling down into the depths of the factory-like building you found yourself in, slaughtered bits and pieces of demons and wrecked machines lay around the place. You didn't even want to consider what had left this gore behind as you followed the trail of corpses and blood down to yet another shaft. What were you doing? Trying to climb down a seemingly endless tunnel? Lucky for you a mix of adrenaline and determination allowed you to somewhat safely climb down deeper, save for the occasional fingers slipping or locking up and screwing you over. Sure, this was extremely dangerous, but so was staying on the surface. This 'tier' was warm, hot even, fire spread through what you assumed was once bushes and trees. You grabbed a fistful of your jumper and put it over your mouth as you ran through, later dipping it in a half contaminated water source you found going along a path. Unfortunately for you beggars can't be choosers so you gulped down the slightly bloody water down as if it was a blessing.
You were sure this place was beautiful before, but it was certainly eerie now that the false sky projected a starry night and the panels of the screen surrounding you were splattered with blood. Soft piano music played from the speakers in the corners of the 'rooms' as you approached your first proper looking building, it looked like a cathedral of some sort. You set foot into the place and were about to take a proper look around when suddenly a loud crash came from the centre, a machine. Your heart almost stopped from fear right then and there as it turned its head towards you, it raised its gun towards you as it detected movement but the gun didn't fire, instead a pathetic click came from it. The robot looked at it confused, shaking it about in the only hand it had in an attempt to fix it, its left shoulder socket sparking with torn wires and broken panels. You almost felt bad for it if it weren't for the fact this thing would slaughter you without a second thought if it could.
The machine stares at you for a moment, its gears whirring, it then discarded the useless weapon. It glanced at its missing arm and made a series of noises before slamming its chest with its hand, the sounds distorting and then beginning to formulate speech.
"HUm-aN. HE-Lp"
It spoke in a constantly fluctuating voice. It tried to beckon you to it, and you very slowly approached. You knew this thing was a killing machine, but with your current chances of survival any ally is a valuable one. Upon closer inspection you recognized it.
"V2?" You asked quietly, this robot had once saved your skin in a close encounter with an enemy human faction and their machinery, you quite literally owed it your life.
It whirred as it reached out its intact hand, ever so slightly curling its fingers as you placed your hand in its metal one.
"HeLp eA-ch oTHe-r-r?" It spoke slowly, voice box malfunctioning.
"Yes. Lets."
You knelt down into the water it was sitting in. You pulled out a sharp piece of metal you salvaged earlier before you entered limbo, and braced yourself as you made one swift slice through the palm of your non-dominant hand. You were about to press your hand against its armour plating when it stopped you, clicking open one of the panels of its chest, it guided your hand inside as you bled against warm metal. Of course, V2's armour wasn't really designed for blood absorption.
"Tha-NK- Y-oU."
After a few minutes of sitting there you pulled your hand away, running it through the clean water of the pool below you before wrapping it in a piece of your jumper that you had ripped off. V2 lifted itself out of the body of water, taking your hand as it shook the damp from its wings, much like a bird. You found it ever so slightly amusing but were honestly too tired to show it. It led you back into the main building and into what looked like a dining table. It moved a floor panel to show you a place to hide, which you gladly took and with its help slipped into the hole as it placed the cover over you.
"StAy." It spoke softer this time before leaving you, and you took this opportunity gratefully to finally get a bit of shut-eye. You woke up to the sound of heavy footsteps in the room.
You didn't make a sound until you saw the newly-familiar yellow light peer though the wooden boards before it was lifted. V2 was back, and it seemed to have made itself a new arm. It lifted you out of your hiding spot by hooking its hands under your arms, setting you down and dusting you off. It seemed in a better 'mood'? If you could say machines have moods. Seeing you half asleep, it tilted its head before picking you up, something you didn't expect which resulted in a gasp of from your little self. It paused, tilting its head to check on you.
"Yeah no, I'm okay don't worry, just wasn't expecting that." You reassured it, and it tilted its head back up.
It carried you to yet another drop to another level, it looked at you, its still gaze posing a question.
"I think I'm ready to go, there's not really any good food source here, but can't complain about the clean water." You chuckled, and then yelped as it jumped down the shaft with you.
"V2!"
Being honest with yourself, trekking through the layer of lust was pretty boring, seeing as everything was already destroyed and the path was paved for you. V2 seemed upset about this but you didn't question it, assuming whatever was leaving this mess behind had history with it if its formerly missing arm was anything to go off by. You were snapped out of your thoughts when V2 tapped you on the nose. Cocking its head to the side, it seemed to act more and more human the longer you spent time with it but you didn't really mind. It had been ages since you last had contact with anything moving that wasn't there to rip your head off. It led you into an apartment-style room, closing the door behind you and doing a 'ta-da' motion as it showed you the room, and in all honesty for hell? This was The Ritz. Well, save for the skeleton laying on the bed, which V2 looked at for a moment before collecting into a pile and chucking it out the doors, closing them once more. It double checked the bed now for any more obvious disturbances, and finding none it gestured for you to settle in, which you did almost immediately after.
You hadn't felt the warmth and comfort of a proper bed in years so this was literally a dream come true . As you laid down, V2 sat on the floor beside you, back resting against the wall near the headboard. It was nice, having someone watch over you while you put yourself in a vulnerable state. As sleep claimed you, metal fingers intertwined with yours, squeezing ever so slightly with a silent promise of protection before you drifted off.
Hi, I hope everything's okay? I'm sure it'll only get better, because you're the best writer in this fandom!
I recently completed the eighth layer and found myself scared. Very scared, because the game is almost over, and this universe already feels like home to me (lol, I'm not very good at choosing where to live).
Can I ask for something cute or funny? I don't know, but the idea of the reader swapping weapons with V1 or V2 or Gabriel seems funny to me. Oh my god, that angel with a high-caliber rifle...
Thank you so much in advance, all the best!
Hello! Everything is ok, assignments are starting to slow down a little so I have a bit more time to write! Thank you for words, I’m glad you enjoy my work ^^ I just write when I have the free time
I know what mean after completing the 8th layer, I’m not ready for the game to be over yet :’( (Hell would be very scary be live in)
I’ll try my best to write up to expectation! ^^
HC: weapon swapping
- I like to think that swapping weapons with the V-series actually wouldn’t affect them too much
- 1. this comes from consideration of their purpose, which is war, where you have to be prepare and adaptive to any situation
- 2. how they start, V1 comes into hell unarmed and is given a weapon by hell based on the intro, then given more weapons to be put into the arsenal for V1
- the same could probably be said for V2, but with more effort. as stated in V2’s entry, they replayed and studied the battle against V1. So not as effortlessly as V1, but still able to adapt and incorporate different weapons
- Ooo, having them teaching you the weapons is a different story
- V1 throwing you into battle (spray and pray 💯) LOL, probably not but it would be funny. But having their hand over yours and guiding your hand over the trigger 🤤🤤🤤
- I think V2 takes your safety in mind, guiding you as your spotter. Maybe covering your ears when the blast is too loud, showing you how everything works so you can use the weapons properly
- Ooo, I’ll try my hand in Gabriel.
- Gabriel as God’s Will takes his role with pride, striking those down who oppose the council with Justice and Splendor
- Although Gabriel wields them with precision, other weapons may prove difficultly I think, mostly for the fact that Gabriel wields too much confidence which would backfire on him
- this as in Gabriel would try to impress you way too hard, but not taking the time to understand or get to know what exactly they are wielding, which if he was mortal, he might’ve hurt himself
- If Gabriel had the patience, he could wield any weapon well, but also Gabriel with a glock is kinda funny. But a rifle would look super cool too, or maybe instead, angel with a shotgun?
dude I wrote this on a whim so this might actually be crap
(this was written as a byproduct of an all-nighter, may God save me now)
how do I write for a bloody NIKON
CCTV anatomy was not something I expected to search up but here we are
half the stuff I found on this site were headcanons so I thought I'd write a fic and now I see why there aren't any V2 x reader fics
should I consider writing a V1 or Gabriel x reader fic? lmk :D
yes I’m new to writing for this fandom, no I don’t know what I’m doing, but I like these fellas so ye :]
maybe I should write another V2 x reader with nothing but fluff, idk I wrote this on a whim 😭
anyway enjoy lmao (and please leave feedback in comments or my inbox, speaking of them comments and stuff are appreciated, I like talking to people :D)
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The sound of crickets chirping pierced the silent night. A gentle breeze passed over the landscape, noiselessly gliding from the bushes to the shrubs, and through the manor in the distance. Limbo was a peaceful yet insidious place.
Limbo.
A layer of faux peace. The resting place of souls too far gone to be saved, but teetering on the edge of eternal condemnation.
Also, the layer you chose to remain at.
Isolation sucked, but you figured that life would only get worse as you travelled down the layers.
When you were sentenced to Limbo, you were handed three glowing skulls and told that they would unlock the gates to the rest of Hell, should you wish to leave.
You never did. Rather, you opted to hide the skulls away, out of sight, out of mind.
You sat under one of the trees bordering the pavement to the manor.
Typically, you'd be sitting alone, doing nothing but staring up at the holographic sky as it noiselessly taunted and laughed at your misfortune of never knowing the one true God.
You had been sitting under the trees and staring up at the sky every night for who knows how long. Months? Years? Decades? To you, day and night had slowly blended into a perfect symphony whose beginning and end you couldn't distinguish.
Today, you were also staring up at the holographic sky.
But you weren't alone. You hadn't been alone in quite a while.
A borderline-intense light illuminated your resting spot, the whirring of mechanisms piercing through the silent night as your companion walked over to you.
You looked up at it, shielding your eyes from the harsh glare. It looked back down at you, its optics devoid of emotion as it observed you.
You gestured at the plastic grass beside you. "Have a seat, will you, V2?"
"I do not require rest. Nevertheless," the robot stated, "I will do so if that is what you wish."
With a few soft clicks from its joints, it sat down next to you, its legs crossed beneath it. Its optic light dimmed as it entered an idle state, simply relaxing next to you under Limbo's starry sky.
That was your companion's name. V2.
You had expected to be alone forever, as was supposed to be your punishment in this eternal damnation. You had no clue how exactly it got down, but you did remember your first encounter with it.
You looked across the dining hall.
The refectory table you sat at the head of was empty, the wooden chairs before you collecting dust and neatly arranged in perfect, even intervals for inhabitants that would never arrive.
You just finished your meal for the day. Heaven knows how the food kept resupplying itself in the pantry.
You had eaten an omelette with a bowl of white rice, with a side of vegetables and chicken. A meal you've eaten countless times.
The rice was bland. The vegetables left a bitter aftertaste in your mouth. The chicken tasted of plastic, and the omelette tasted of sadness and depression.
As per usual.
While you rinsed the plates, you heard a window shatter from the courtyard.
The courtyard also happened to be the connecting area from the manor to the gates of Hell.
Your blood froze. Had a Husk somehow climbed its way up from one of the lower layers? Perhaps Hell sent one of its grotesque creations after you for its amusement?
You grabbed the nearest thing that could double as a good-enough weapon. A fork. You figured that it probably wouldn't help much in a fight, but it was better than nothing. Besides, to you, death was better than eternal isolation.
The moment you entered the courtyard, however, you froze, dumbfounded by the sight before you. A short distance away from you, slumped down on the pavement's concrete tiles, was a humanoid robot. Its plating was red in colour, and it had a camera for a head with a singular yellow lens as its eye. On its back were eight wing blades, canary in colour. Its wings' dim glow lit up the space around it by just a little. Its lens was flickering, the light within dying out.
It droned on and on, its damaged vocal interface lowering in pitch and producing a faint staticky noise as the last bits of its energy died out.
You panicked. You didn't want to watch anything perish before you, even if it was just a machine. Thankfully, you knew the basic inner workings of some machines.
Upon taking the robot inside the manor, you were relieved to see that its mechanisms weren't too much of an issue. Your limited technical knowledge allowed you to fix up its voice box, most of its screwed-up wiring, and readjust some dislocated circuits.
When you reattached its wing module, however, it never switched back on. Confused, you gave it a once-over. Its circuits were in place, its hardware was no longer damaged, and its limbs seemed to be working perfectly fine.
That's when you realised it lacked the fuel it needed to sustain itself.
It needed blood, as did all machines. You wanted to slap yourself for your temporary idiocy.
You looked over at the fork you brought with you from the dining hall. It lay on the counter beside you, the smooth metal gleaming in the dim moonlight.
Your gaze shifted over to your arm.
It would suffice.
It had been a long time since then. You had grown attached to V2, and it felt the same towards you.
As you gazed upwards, looking out at all the fake specks of light being a cheap mimicry of stars in the night sky, V2 looked at you, its optics betraying a smidge of confusion.
"We both know that the sky here in Limbo is a mere imitation. Why do you still admire that false mockery of a sight?"
You forced yourself to tear your eyes away from the hypnotic view. "Well, when you're stuck in this place for so long, the only thing that interests you is the sky. Look up for yourself, V2...see how the stars twinkle up above."
You gestured upwards. Its lens followed the direction you were pointing in.
For a few long moments, V2 remained silent as it viewed. It silently admired the moon. It admired the stars. It admired everything you could see and everything you could not. A quiet click sounded from just behind its lens as it took a snapshot.
You turned your head back up towards where the heavens lay; out of reach but still there somewhere. "It's actually relaxing to stargaze here. I know that the sky is a lie, but over here, I don't need to worry about light pollution. I don't have to worry about the vehicles on the roads honking and screeching. No disturbances. No interruptions. Just...peace."
"I was not made to stargaze, but for civilian and home defence. Nevertheless, I can see where you are coming from."
As you looked on, you heard a quiet sigh from next to you. You looked towards V2, legs drawn up to its chest and camera-head resting on its knees.
"Something's the matter, V2?" You quipped.
In response, a soft groan crackled from V2's voice box. "I am now reminded of how I failed. My purpose was to protect humans. I have failed in that task. Mankind is dead. I am left without an objective..."
A soft whir came from its inner workings as it turned its head towards you.
"...except to protect you. I suppose that provides me with a purpose."
With a hum, you placed a hand on the top of V2's head and stroked its plating lovingly.
V2 tensed up. Even after all the time you spent showing it affection, that emotion was still not properly registered in its database. It was not programmed to love. It was programmed to carry out its job and nothing more. The best it had was some basic knowledge about human behaviour, but that was standard, built-in knowledge for just about any machine made after the Final War's beginning.
Still, you wanted to teach it how to love as you loved it. It was working. Slowly. But at least there was progress.
Eventually, V2 relaxed, its shoulders slumping slightly. You scooted over to it to better hug it, pressing a light kiss on the side of its head in the process.
"...you know I may not be here forever, right? You're a lot more durable than I am. If something happens to me, I'm a goner."
With a bit of hesitation, it rested its head against your shoulder, relaxing against you as you lightly rubbed its plating.
"I know. The fragile nature of humans persists, even within the afterlife. I fear losing you. I do not wish to lose you. Losing you means losing my purpose."
The hood over its lens lowered slightly in dejection.
You were all V2 had, and V2 was all you had.
You shifted your hand to lightly caress the panels in between V2's actual chassis and its wing modules. V2 pressed its head more firmly against your shoulder, its lens now fully closed in comfort. "...for now, let us enjoy the present we are in...my treasure." It murmured.
You stilled your movements, your hand idly resting on its back panel as you processed what it just called you.
Before today, it had never affectionately referred to you. Until now, it had used your name and your name alone.
"...V2, did you just-"
"I wish to fully understand how to love you back while we are still together. Allow me to try." V2's lens opened back up, its light now dim as it stared back at you.
Your eyes softened.
"Then I'll guide you, V2. I love you."
V2 readjusted itself and lightly pulled you against its frame. The warmth of its chassis was a welcoming comfort against the soft nighttime breeze.
Its arm loosely wrapped around you, holding you close as it rested its head on top of yours.
"Am I doing this right, my dear?"
"Better than I could have asked for, V2."
You gazed up at the sky. V2 did too.
The rest of the night was silent, save for the constant thrum of V2's hardware.
Maybe it was replaying all the memories the two of you had shared in its processing unit. Perhaps it was adding new information to its database. Or it was doing all the necessary calculations to figure out what the future may be like.
But no words needed to be exchanged between the two of you to know that you each loved the other.
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aaaaaand that's it! I hope you enjoyed, and I'll see you soon!
>Smut, Girlfail Service top V2 becomes a bottom, human! Reader, GN! Reader, wireplay, They/it V2, mention of masterbation, ambiguous genitalia reader, no genitalia V2, consent, porn with some plot, praise kink, shower sex(no water, practice safety around electronics, please) Techum/objectumreader(?)
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Machines, stalwart and focused. All actions calculated for efficient execution of their task. The machines you’ve seen have been nothing but killers… save for V2.
They were your guardian, called to an underground sanctuary upon the last five humans arrival. Somehow you were the only one who didn’t end up in a pine box. V2 had grown close with you even before the isolation. You wanted to learn about it, they had to learn about you to keep you alive. Thus friendship bloomed then romantic.
After past instance of being caught relieving yourself by V2 then ultimately being helped and in the process, V2 had begun caring for you in a more intimate way.
Like today.
You were squeezed between a shower wall and red chassis. Your bare skin felt like it was freezing on contact. Though you were cleaning off, V2 had other plans upon sensing some neediness. You were kissing the flat metal where the mouth would be but soon pulled away when V2 begun taking control of the situation. Droplets gathered on their shell and optic, in the distortion of the individual pearls of water you could see the tiny red, blue and green lights making up the larger yellow one. Miniature rainbows in their eye.
Their attention barely diverted from you to turn off the water, claws rotating around the faucet in a robotic manner. All the while the more human like hand was gripping your hip. You took to letting your fingers slide over the dark shell over their abdomen that covered their inner workings. Its back straightened out a bit as you did, it probably felt good. The grey plates were damaged, in a recent fight one came loose while the rest dented. The fallen piece was sitting on your desk waiting to be straightened out and nailed back on.
For some reason, you couldn’t think of why, you were so drawn to running your fingers through the inner mechanisms. You could see hydraulics shifting with each movement, valves, flexible pipes, buttons and wires.
Without thinking you placed your pointer and middle finger around the back of the outermost wires, running your fingers up as it bent towards you. You had to pull your hand away quickly as V2 made a whine. It’s wings fluttered, lights flickered and legs shuffled under it. It didn’t look painful though, it looked like they had suddenly been overcome with pleasure of some kind.
“You ok?” You asked regardless of your suspicions, your hand running over their chest.
It hummed, a low “vrrrr” that you had learnt to be positive. Both of its hands begun to rest on your waist, digits resting slightly into your skin. One hand sliding down just below your belly button. Probably trying to shift focus back to you.
A moment passed before you spoke again, a lower tone. “Did you like it?”
A pause, hesitation, calculating outcomes. Another, quieter purr. You couldn’t imagine how it felt but apparently it was pleasurable enough for V2 admit it.
You stopped their hand before they tried anything further. Too intrigued to sort yourself out.
“We should keep doing it then.” You suggested, immediately V2 denied.
“Are you saying no because you don’t want to or because you’re focused on me?”
Silence, its head slightly turned away.
You smiled, then pushed forward until V2 was backed against the opposite wall. V2 was pliable when it came to you so thankfully it was an easy task. “I will ask again, should i continue?”
Another beat, then finally a nod.
Your hands on their chest move down to the exposed lack of plating. Its back arches for you, each part moving in unison to present itself to you. Then it locked into place, probably to prevent itself from snapping shut on your hand.
Seeing how even a small touch caused such a reaction you started small again. Running your fingers up the length of their wiring. Its wings droop until they’re nearly at the ground. You continued. Both hands in its mechanisms now, your hands intertwining with strands. Feeling each one between your fingers.
It’s fans started kicking up and optics light flared. Its hands tried grasping at the smooth tiles but to no avail. You lean forward enough to place your lips on their neck, hands still in them. You vaguely remember a positive reaction the times you have interacted with that area.
“Why wont you let me take care of you more?” You add in a lower voice, “you do such a good job taking care of me… just let me help you.” You purr, It lets out another noise in response, you could almost equate it to a whine. Its camera like head tilted back, you felt another thin, rubbery wire between your lips and took it between your teeth. Perhaps in a moment of eagerness one of your hands pulled a handful back towards you.
Once again, the sensations became too intense at once, V2’s legs collapsed under them and you quickly took a step back, luckily they didn’t seem damaged - besides their pride - and you were unscathed. V2 looked up at you, opening up to you again.
Not wanting to deny your partner, you knelt down until you were straddling their hips. Your naked thighs against the uncharacteristically, warm metal. Before you could dive back in, V2 tugged one of your hands to a place on their side behind one of the pistons. A cover, you opened it, a button. Upon pressing it with no hesitation, you saw all the abdomen plating come loose then whatever was holding the chestplate together unlock with a hiss.
“Well.. that makes it much easier..” you muttered, removing the unattached pieces then opening up their chest. Practically the entirety of its components now available to you. Blood pumps and processing units, a shiny, well greased skeleton, thick tubes of oil and crimson. All this delicate machinery was hidden by such a thick shell, now it was all open for you to play with.
You wasted no time placing your hands in, one deeper than before. Your non-dominant hand idly running through the surface level machinery while the other did some digging. You carefully watched each little movement and expression.
You eventually touched on one of the tubes of blood which made its legs twitch. Without a second to waste you yanked it back and squeezed your other hand at the same time. V2 beeped, tensing up, hands suddenly gripping your thighs hard. You didn’t stop though. Yanking again but this time grabbing another fistful of wires in your other hand and squeezing harder.
It’s legs locked into place just before they could curl up and likely hit you. Its lights flickered and hands tightened. It’s fans whirring so load they almost sounded like moans.
You dove back in for more, hands warmed by all that surrounded it. Even as you searched for more you still squeezed and groped eagerly at whatever you touched. “You’re doing great, V2… So sturdy to handle all this..”
Another whine, it arched up towards you in a finicky fashion. You tugged with one hand, ran your fingers over random buttons on the other. Quicker, harder. Each touch was lagging their system. Another pull, another press. Settings were being changed. A fistfull of wires squeezed, a circuitboard disconnected under the pressure. Errors and sensations appearing all at once. Their processors couldn’t keep up.
They tried to produce noise but their vocal interface was lagging. Then finally they overloaded and crashed. Slumping against the shower floor.
You stopped.
“V2?” Well clearly it came - in the robot way of course - but what if you broke them? Fear temporarily overcame you but it was soon replaced when the fans whirred back and soon they lit up.
You sighed as they begun to wake back up.
“Was that good?” You ask quietly and you are met with ecstatic but quiet beeps.
After some checking, affection and praise you assist V2 in putting themselves back together then you both head to bed to recharge.
V2 bloodplay that I said I would write on my objectum blog but never did (I have too many fucking blogs help)
Warnings: V2 with he/him pronouns and a dick, machine/robot reader, a little bit on the rougher side of what I usually write, no description of genitalia, squirting but blood?? idk I thought it would be hot in context
V2 tries his best to absorb the blood from your leaking plating. He reaches down where most of it is steadily dripping from and wipes it on his lens with two fingers.
V1 had nearly shot some of your plates clean off during your encounter with him, others were heavily damaged along with the tubing system that flowed blood to and from areas.
V2 was seated inside you, wings twitching in glee as you bled onto him. It was almost parasitic, the way he lived off of your injury right now.
Your vision was getting fuzzy through your lens as he was over you, humping into you like a dog in heat. The pace was brutal. If V1 didn't dent your plating with his bullets, V2 would with how hard he was thrusting into you.
You can hear a whirring noise coming from him, probably his fans cooling him from overerexertion. You can hear his hydraulics moving with how hard his slamming into you.
You claw at the ground, pain now in your abdomen along with everywhere else you were shot at.
Most of the time, V2 was gentle with you. You were his companion, you pretty much accompanied him while he wandered around in Hell. You stayed with him, gave him someone to talk to.
Sometimes blood made him go into a frenzy. You're sure if he was on the receiving end, bleeding out onto you, you'd be pounding into him as well.
You start to tremor, something in your systems beeping warnings at you. You were about to overheat or pass out due to lack of blood in your system, or both.
V2 doesn't stop. Not until you're making audible noises and squirming under him. He thrusts into you a few more times, hitting a blood tube wired deep inside you and breaking it open, causing you to squirt blood onto him.
He pulls out as you collapse under him, letting out a satisfied robotic hum. He'd apologize for it later, but hoo boy.
heyy. pls write V2 x reader fanfic. pleeease i need it. like really bad. 🙏🙏🙏
don't worry, dear anon! the v2 x reader fic is still in planning stage, but once i stop bleeding i'll work on it some more. i wanna draft at least a few chapters before i polish and publish the first two, which tbh might not take that long, like a week at least maybe? idk im a slow writer, and i really wanna take my time and just have fun with this one lmao
im totally not writing a non-canonical smut oneshot planning out how reader and v2 will interact with each other...
