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Hi hi💖 just a lil short V smut for my jump into DMC content💖 I still have some Resident Evil stuff to put out, so enjoy this in the meantime💖
Im also just giddy to write my namesake shshsjsjjs if I ever could experience gender envy, it'd be because of him 💖
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(Early DMC5) V x f!Reader
CW: semi-public sex, van sex, finger fucking, oral (f!receiving), V quoting poetry during sex, mild edging, masochism and pain play if you squint
Almost Caught
"V, we cannot--"
His tattooed hands spreading your thighs apart shut you up real quick.
If anyone happened to get into the van at this exact moment, you'd both be screwed. V has you propped up on Nico's counter, legs pushed and held apart, with his head between your thighs. You gasp when he nips the skin near your cunt. He leaves open mouth kisses across the red skin, making you whimper.
This has been his game-- finger fuck you until you're just on the edge of oblivion, then bringing you down with small, painful nips here and there.
He slows down the two lithe fingers pumping in and out of your cunt. Your wetness glistens on his chin. He licks his lips.
"You are... unholy," V murmurs, looking up at you through those dark lashes of his.
"S--Says you," you grumble, but the rest of your complaint is left to the wind as he traces his tongue around your clit.
"I'm surprised you've lasted this long, pretty thing," he says, curling his fingers. You dig your nails into his shoulder, biting your lip hard. "'Sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste'."
"You t--talk too fucking--oh fuck--"
You hold eye contact, moaning softly as he slowly picks up speed. V's watching your every move, the way your eyebrows crinkle, how your chest heaves, the way your pretty pink lips form a soft 'o'.
"P--please V, I can't--" you bite the back of your hand. Your hips move on their own, grinding into his hand.
V tilts his head curiously. He likes hearing that. He raises up off his knees, leaning down to press his forehead against yours. You wrap your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair.
"You want me to let you cum, love?" he asks lowly, raking his eyes over the mess he's made of you. His fingers maintain that delicious rhythm.
You can't breathe. Can't think. All you know is that every drag of his fingers through your cunt is making you see stars. All you do is nod. His thumb circles your clit and you feel your eyes roll back.
"Right there," you gasp. "Don't stop."
"'I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes'," he murmurs against your lips.
Your orgasm crests and you cry out. V kisses you deeply, silencing you with your taste on his tongue and your face in his hand. You ride out your high on his fingers, gasping again his mouth and moaning softly.
The van door slides open. You nearly shriek, quickly closing your legs and drawing them up. V looks over his shoulder, moving to conceal your disheveled state with his body.
Nero's white haired head pops in. "Hey, V, have you looked at--" he pauses.
You and V stare back at him.
"...Am I interrupting something?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Just a private chat," V says.
Nero isn't buying it. He tilts his head, uncertainty lacing his words as he says your name.
"...You okay? Your face is red."
"I'm alright! I promise," you say as steady as you can. Your heart is still thumping loudly; its a wonder Nero can't hear it.
Nero's eyes flicker back to V cautiously. He nods.
"Come look at this when you're done," he says to V.
The van door slides closed.
You slap V's chest and he steps back as you slide off of the counter. His smile is small but smug.
"You're going to get us caught one day," you scold, but his pleased demeanor remains unchanged.
"What trouble is it for anyone to know?" He asks. His hand wanders your waist, pulling you close.
"Lots of trouble, V. We barely know each other-- I don't even know if I can trust you."
You walked right into it. You roll your eyes as he chuckles.
"Trust wasn't a concern when you were enjoying my tongue just now," he says close to your ear.
"D-don't change the subject," you say, straighting your top and tugging on your skirt. "And anyway, I'd rather not have my sex life on display for all to see."
"They were definitely fuckin' in there," Nico mutters.
She sits by the fire, tilting the mechanical arm in her hand while she inspects it. Nero huffs as he sits down next to her. He leans over to look at what she's tinkering with.
"There's no way that guy is getting any, especially from her," Nero says, crinkling his nose.
"Not like you're gettin' any either," Nico snickers.
@unlikecharlie / @shesmycollaarr was a good friend and talented writer. I wish I had had more time to get to know her better.
Resi is the first fandom I've ever really been active in. I've always been a lurker. Charlie was one of the first people I became moots with, and one of the first I really weebed out with.
I have been where she was many times; To say that she will be so, so missed is an understatement.
For my friends on here who are struggling with mental health, I beg of you; Seek help. You are beloved.
I hope you've found peace, Charlie. I wish so desperately that this life had been kinder to you.
I haven't!😭 I have seen bits and peices of the more iconic/meme-y moments, though.
I'm currently playing through DMC5, so I'll probably just find a silent playthrough to watch or wait until some of my fav let's-players play it before the remake comes out.💖
Claire is my favorite Resi protagonist so I'm very excited to experience both!💖
I've been an off/on fan for a long time, and only this year really got back into the franchise. I'm familiar with most of the mainline games! My favorites are OG 4, 9, and the 2 REmake.
I'm least familiar with 5, 6, and most of the sideline games. I'm very excited to get into the sideline ones, though Im waiting for the Veronica REmake.💖
I think my least favorite of the series is probably 6 and 8. For different reasons tho lmfao
fic where reader is zeno's gf/fling and victor gideon meets her for the time and "steals" her away
Hi Anon! I really love this request; I think I might come back to this one day. I think I can do this better justice and make it NSFW, but it just wasn't flowing- don't be surprised if I edit and repost/reblog this!💖💖
You've never been to one of these corporate parties before.
In all honesty, you were shocked when Zeno asked you to come with him. You hadn't seen him in months, and you two are more like lovers in the looser sense than an intimate couple. In a way, it works out for you both; Neither of you really want a serious relationship. Zeno comes to you when he wants to fuck, and you call him up when you want the same.
You enjoy the way Zeno's hands run across your backside. You playfully slap his hands away.
"We're going to be late if you keep distracting me," you laugh, fixing your earrings. The party started an hour ago and you had just pulled your panties back on from the last time Zeno distracted you.
"Fashionably late," Zeno murmurs, running his mouth along the crook of your shoulder.
Oh no. You can already tell where this is going. You turn to him and wrap your arms around his shoulders. His dark gaze sweeps along the line of your body, flickering up from your cleavage to your face. His hands rest on your hips.
"All we need to do is go down, meet a few investors, and then I'm yours the rest of the night," you say, smoothing out his black tie.
He seems to consider that, so you kiss him slowly to seal the deal.
Zeno does most of the talking.
You're there more as an accessory than anything, and for once that's just the way you like it. Despite his aloof nature, Zeno is much better at sugar-talking investors than you are. You smile and joke when it's appropriate, but other than that you enjoy your whiskey and hang onto Zeno's arm. He pulls away away from you, pressing his lips to your forehead.
"I'll be back," Zeno says. You smile as he leaves you at the bar.
You skim your eyes over the crowd, watching from the rim of your glass.
"Zeno didn't mention bringing a guest."
You turn your head at the soft voice. You're directly eye level with a man's broad chest. Then you look up.
He is massive, especially compared to you. Tall and broad-shouldered, dressed in an expensive silk suit. He's got those same strange eyes as Zeno, something not entirely human. Despite his strange eyes, his smile is soft.
The man extends a hand. "Dr. Victor Gideon. I don't believe we've met."
"We haven't, but Zeno's told me about you," You say. You smile and take his hand. You're so small in his grasp; Instead of shaking your hand, he bends down to press his lips against your skin. A flush stains your face, and you laugh.
"Good things, I hope," Victor muses. He relaxes against the bar, leaning casually as he sips from his glass.
"Anything but," You say.
It's true. Zeno warned you plenty of times about the Chronic Care Center Director. In your mind, you had pictured a monster of a man, some maniac with a taste for unhinged experimentation. The man standing before you is sophisticated, soft-spoken, and remarkably handsome for someone of the inhuman variety.
"Tell me, dear, what did you expect?"
You tilt your head, feigning thoughtfulness.
"Someone much more...spooky."
Victor chuckles. His eyes sweep up and down you, slowly and deliberately. You swallow as he leans forward. His large frame takes up your field of vision.
"You don't think I'm spooky?" He asks softly. His voice carries an edge it didn't have before.
This is a man who could very well hurt you if he so chose.
Oh, fuck. You bite your lip. "...I'm thinking a lot of things."
You reach up to brush your hair from your face. Victor's hand beats you to it, gently tucking your hair behind your ear. You suck in a breath as he trails his fingers against your chin.
He smiles knowingly. "I'd be happy to give you a tour of the Chronic Care Center."
For a split second, you can see yourself bent over the desk in his office. You blink, and the image is gone. His hand travels from your chin to your arm, to your elbow, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
"I'd love to see your office, actually," you say, cheeks flush. At Victor's chuckle, you add, "You know, see your workspace."
His eyes flicker to your lips. Then to the man behind you.
Zeno's hand grips your waist tightly. You nearly jump out of your skin.
"Good to see you, Zeno," Victor says pleasantly. He smiles, amused, as Zeno slaps his hand away.
"Victor," Zeno says. He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you to his side.
"We were just chatting," You say, smiling. "You never told me Dr. Gideon was so charming."
"He isn't," Zeno said dryly.
You squeeze his arm, and he relaxes a little. His hand moves from your waist to your backside.
"Victor offered to show me around," you say. Zeno snaps his eyes from Victor to you.
You can see the tightness in his jaw. His reaction tickles your brain in a funny way. He's never cared before who you fucked around with. That's partly why he hasn't said anything so far, even though he very clearly wants to. You've both left the same event with different people before. So what was it...?
Victor seems amused. He leans against the bar, completely at ease. If anything, he looks almost giddy.
"You're more than welcome to join, Zeno. Perhaps I could teach you something."
If looks could kill, Victor would be a dead man. Zeno squeezes your ass cheek, and you bite your bottom lip. You swat at his hand, laughing nervously.
"Someone might see--" You begin, but Zeno's sharp gaze shuts you up.
Zeno grabs your hand and wordlessly drags you away. When you resist, he turns to you and Victor.
"Since you're so inclined to teach, Victor, perhaps you won't mind leading by example," Zeno says venomously. His voice is low and dangerous. "I'm curious as to what advantage you think you have over me."
Victor steps in close to you until your back presses against his front. You look up between the two men.
"I'd be happy to demonstrate, Zeno. So long as our little subject can withstand some... thorough testing."
The two of them look at you. You open and close your mouth, your head swimming from being sandwiched between the two of them. You clear your throat.
"I think... I think we need to have this conversation elsewhere."
