#lets bring albert back

[buckslasagna]

our firefam 💗

[onbehalfovenus]

The fact her Delta Force training gets overlooked with her character baffles me.

[mr-erster-carona]

Leave Albert out of this he's perfect

Get rid of Mike and Ike, bring Bumlets and Skittery back in their place

ALBERT IS PERFECT LET HIM STAY

do you ever think about how the musical adaptation of newsies not only replaced historical newsies names (boots, bumlets, dutchy, snitch, etc...) with made up ones but also replaced these ensemble characters with new, clearly male designated characters (albert, elmer, tommy boy, mike, etc...) or are you normal?

any of the original newsies names could have been applied to newsgirls for the stage, imagine skittery or snipeshooter or even boots as a newsgirl!!

but nooooo

only newsboys existed according to disney

[astonmartinii]

popularity contest | alex albon social media au

pairing: alex albon x fem doohan!reader

jack is struggling with making friends in formula one, good thing he’s got an annoyingly popular sister and a reluctantly friendly brother in law.

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

f1

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f1: for the first time ever, we have in-laws on the grid! jack doohan makes his full debut for alpine alongside his brother in law alex albon, who is married to y/n doohan, one of australia's biggest business women!

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user1: not for long

user2: for real admin is being a little bit optimistic here

user3: the way franco was last season, i think he’d also like to take y/n off of alex’s hands too

user4: omggggg can you people let us have anything

yourusername: proudest big sister ever

yourusername: and wife i guess

yourusername: alex has been doing this long enough he can wait for the praise

alexalbon: i’ll let him get away with it this once just because it’s his debut

jackdoohan: you’re soooooooo generous alex!

alexalbon: i know this is sarcasm but i’m choosing to ignore that

user5: i’m not reading all of that - don’t care - bring back franco

user6: true i need his cute face back on the grid

alexalbon: never disrespect those doohan genes again

jackdoohan: i knew you believed in me alex

alexalbon: you’ll kill it dude, but i was referring to the fact that i am hopelessly in love with your sister

yourusername: doohan face card never declines

jackdoohan: 💅

user7: i’m so glad jack will have his sister in the paddock and alex, his entry to f1 hasn’t been the kindest

user8: alex is such a beloved personality in the paddock as well so hopefully that’ll help jack make friends

user9: i know y/n has been bugging alex about taking jack to the padel dates

yourusername: ho are you in my walls

user10: flavio briatore if you tear my family apart you will be hearing from my lawyers

user11: i’ll be needing a lawyer after my actions

user12: we need him to ban him again

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yourusername: baby brother is a formula one driver! words can’t express how proud i am watching him zip around albert park.

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user13: nothing you people (alpine) can do will ruin this moment for me

user14: her literally crying in the alpine garage with their dad watching him was so cute eventhough sky insisted on yammering on about franco the whole time

user15: i can’t wait for jack to prove them all wrong

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jackdoohan: it felt 100x better knowing you guys were there too

yourusername: we wouldn’t miss it for the world

yourusername: that includes alex

jackdoohan: he’s contractually obligated to be here

alexalbon: doesn’t mean i’m any less proud!

yourusername: oh great, now i’m crying again

user16: yeah this is cute and all, but am i the only one getting annoyed at her shading franco constantly

user17: yes there’s literally no reason she needs to be liking those kind of comments

yourusername: chat is it illegal to be excited for and protect my brother?

user18: you can keep franco’s name out of your mouth to do so

yourusername: i’ve never said a bad word about franco, so watch your tone, especially when he hasn’t been the most respectful towards my relationship himself.

user19: omg why is she spilling the tea when it’s 3am in europe 😭

oscarpiastri: two aussies on track at albert park - we love to see it

oscarpiastri: but now i’m thinking about it, why aren’t i sponsored by doohan me?

yourusername: girly i think you have enough sponsors already

jackdoohan: this is the greed they wrote about in the bible…

user20: so jack is a nepo nepo baby?

yourusername: tell me you don’t love your brother without telling me you don’t love your brother

user21: also she literally sponsors alex as well… why wouldn’t she help out the people she loves when she owns the biggest apparel and makeup companies in australia…

alexalbon: i’m chopped liver this weekend…

yourusername: you can be second for one weekend

alexalbon: fine… i’ll hold you to that

yourusername: and i’ll hold you too

alexalbon: oh hehehehehe

georgerussell63: loser

alexalbon

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alexalbon: p6? and Q2 for jack? i guess you could say we're doohan okay :P

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user22: doohan/albon family you are so precious to me

user23: this post got me crying in the club at 6am

user24: the way jack RAN to alex in parc ferme was so so so cute i can’t

yourusername: it’s sweat in my eyes i SWEAR

alexalbon: okay baby, we believe you

jackdoohan: i always knew i was your favourite brother

yourusername: you’re the only one?

jackdoohan: omg p1

alexalbon: a win is a win

user25: jack being second of all the rookies is just what he needed this weekend !!!

user26: babe is not playing around

georgerussell63: get in there alex!!!

georgerussell63: but please stay away from my car tomorrow

yourusername: i know this man ain’t talking

georgerussell63: i’m not engaging with this

yourusername: … pussy

alexalbon: when your wife and friend get along

georgerussell63: eh hem * best friend

alexalbon: slow your roll there buddy

georgerussell63: who could possibly be your best friend - and don’t say y/n because that doesn’t count

alexalbon: jack is right there

georgerussell63: i’m gonna pretend you didn’t just say that

alexalbon: well the rest of you have hardly made him feel welcome have you?

user27: omg alex is out here gagging the girls

user28: and he ate!

user29: i mean alex was lucky having george and lando when he made his debut, jack has the other rookies but i’ve got the sense he’s been made a bit of an outsider

user30: this whole situation is so sad i’m not going to lie - i’m glad alex is clearly there for him and that y/n goes to like 90% of the races

danielricciardo: flying the aussie flags high boys, proud of you!

jackdoohan: thank you daniel :))))))))

alexalbon: the thai flag is right there… but i’ll take it dude! see you for dinner tomorrow xx

yourusername: we’ll see if we can kidnap oscar and make it a full on aussie affair

alexalbon: i am not aussie !!!

yourusernamel: yes you are

alexalbon: yes i am

user31: how all husbands should be ^^^

f1newsandgossip

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f1newsandgossip: it’s being reported that both alex albon and max verstappen called a grid meeting to call out the exclusion of jack doohan. insiders state it got extremely heated, with alex albon not holding back.

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user31: i mean…. i have to agree with alex like that dinner was unnecessarily cruel

user32: it’s SO strange that they managed to invite all of the other rookies but not him

user33: if it’s not cruel it’s extremely negligent from the grid

user34: hey wasn’t george on some anti-bully tirade at the end of last season? what happened to that…

user35: he’s the head of the GDPA and likely was the one to organise this meal - he should know better

user36: if george did organise it and alex was as incensed as they say, it was BAD bad

user37: max standing up for jack is so needed thank you

user38: i mean we all know how max was treated as a rookie…

user39: and he was super chatty with jack at the photoshoot so at least he’s tried

user40: more than what some could say

user41: i think it’s crazy that the grid haven’t made an effort with jack considering they are constantly licking y/n’s ass trying to ride her coat tails

user42: SO TRUE

user43: they like the doohans so much that they’ll constantly use and wear her products, making sure to tag her but they can’t invite her brother to dinner?

user44: anyone seen those pictures kym illman posted of y/n on the phone in the paddock?

user45: baby was PISSED

user46: rightly so tbf

user47: the fact that both her and her dad ignored sky this morning >>>

user48: i mean, as they should, all they do is talk about franco when jack is on screen

user49: alex and jack coming in together this morning, both wearing doohan me merch …. kings

user50: the only positive from this meeting/ idk fight is the fact that a load of drivers flocked to alpine

user52: charles bringing leo ???

user53: took too long, but i’m glad they pulled their heads out of their asses

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f1: aussies… are you doohan good? jack doohan scored points on his full debut at home, picking up a p9 finish. we don’t think anyone was happier than his sister, but brother in law alex albon was pretty pleased too…

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user54: flavio briatore… come outside… i just want to talk

user55: aussies we be smoking on that briatore pack tonight

user56: y/n’s smug smile at him in the garage was ALL of us

oscarpiastri: aussie aussie aussie

jackdoohan: oi oi oi

oscarpiastri: stoked for you dude honestly

jackdoohan: much appreciated - congrats on the podium!

user57: my aussie boys !!!!!!!!!!

user58: alex holding jack while he cried is the moment of the season already i don’t think we’ll top it

user59: i need it tattooed on the inside of my eyelids for real

user60: the other drivers all coming to congratulate him - better late than never

user61: i honestly think alex was happier for alex than himself even though he got fourth

user62: that’s family right there

yourusername: jack doohan world dominance would bore no one

yourusername: but on a real note, unbelievably proud of you baby brother

jackdoohan: would never have happened without you - i love you <3

alexalbon: nothing but love for my favourite brother in law!

alexalbon: there’s been a lot of chat about him but jack is the real deal

yourusername: my two favourite boys, i love you guys and i’m so proud

user63: jack getting points at home is such poetic justice

user64: i need him to know we love him

user65: i mean other than oscar’s podium his points was defo the biggest cheer of the weekend!

alpinef1: it’s just what he does 🤩

yourusername: and what he’ll continue to do…

user66: the way this is an actual threat LOL

jackdoohan

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jackdoohan: this weekend has been everything and more for me. to get my first points at home, means the world, and to be supported by my favourite people in the world made it all the more sweeter. y/n, these points are for you, thank you for always supporting me and alex, thank you for being there for me - it’s been lonely but you’ve welcomed me as best as you could. here’s to the rest of the season!

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user66: i am NOT crying

user67: thank the lord for alex albon!

user68: my shaylas

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maxverstappen1: congratulations jack, the first points of many!

jackdoohan: thank you max, maybe i’ll be able to get close enough to race you personally…

maxverstappen1: hopefully it’s for podiums…

lewishamilton: well in jack! congratulations!

charles_leclerc: congratulations on your first points jack :D

user69: looks like a stern talking to by alex albon works a plenty

user70: we love to see it

alexalbon: mr jack, there’s nothing me or your sister wouldn’t do for you - never hesitate to reach out. we’re so proud of you and will be here for you every step of the way!

yourusername: what he said

yourusername: i love you baby brother and i’m so so proud. i won’t stop saying it until i die

jackdoohan: i love you guys so much

yourusername: also @alexalbon you’re the best husband in the world, looking out for jack. you’re the most amazing man in the world xx

alexalbon: i’d do anything for you and for jack. i love you and i wake up thankful everyday that you decided that i’m worth marrying

yourusername: there’s no one else in the world worth marrying xx

landonorris: @jackdoohan how are you so chill about them professing their love under your congratulations post?

jackdoohan: i love them and i love that they love each other?

user71: i need a relationship like y/n and alex

user72: i need siblings like them omg

isackhadjar: you slayed jack!

kimiantonelli: 🔥

user73: why are we all fawning over the drivers in being in the comment section? it’s clear alex just guilted them into doing it

user74: for real, f1 isn’t a popularity contest it’s about winning

yourusername: jack doesn’t have to be popular, but he will be respected

alexalbon: and if anyone is ‘guilted’ into being a nice person, that’s their issue

jackdoohan: :3

fin.

note: she's back? she's also been up since 3am to watch the f2 so enjoy my sleep deprived fuelled love for alex (let's go p6????) and jack (because seriously, give him a shot god damn)!!!

[kolsmikaelson]

18+ mdni, fem!reader | like & rb if you enjoyed!

thinking about sex with erik campbell. he loves giving and receiving, but my god does he love a good blowjob, especially with that prince albert piercing of his, though what really pushed him over the edge towards getting it was you. he’d been debating it since before you’d even gotten together, but a few months in he brings it up, under the guise of a joke but also to feel out your thoughts on the matter. your sex life was already amazing, fantastic even but this would take things to a whole new level. he also knew, that the healing process would be a hell of a journey.

but the look on your face when he brings it up solidifies his plans, he’s getting that piercing, even if it means 12 weeks of hell without getting to fuck you.

the first time you see it, once it’s all nice and healed up, your tongue just about falls out of your head. you and erik had been making out in his room for the past half hour, forgetting about the movie you’d put on, when you feel his length press up into your core. “‘s healed y’know,” is all he says and your hand is down his jeans. he hisses at the touch, sensitive seeing as he’s not been touched like this in months.

you start pushing his shirt up his torso with your free hand, and erik gets the hint and tugs it off, tossing in somewhere in his room. he sighs in contentment at the kisses you press to his neck, making your way down his chest, stopping and paying extra attention to his pierced nipples, all while jerking your hand up and down his shaft.

eventually you make your way in between his legs, tugging his pants and boxers down with you, letting his cock free. the metal of the piercing catches in the light, drawing your eyes to it, your mouth falls open in a moan at just the sight. before he can say anything, you’re taking him into your mouth, your moans sending vibrations through his cock.

he’s got a hand on the back of your head, gripping onto your hair and thrusting up into your mouth, fucking your face while you focus on both taking deep breaths through your nose and hollowing your cheeks around him.

next thing you know, he’s pulling your head up by your hair and saying, “the first time i cum with this thing ‘s gonna be inside your pussy,” and he’s pulling you up his body, taking your pants off somewhere along the way, and settling you down on his lap, pressing a hot kiss to your mouth as he tugs your panties to the side and starts running the head of his cock through your folds, smirking at your moans caused by the cool metal catching in your heat.

“c’mon baby, you can take it, can’t you?” he murmurs into you ear, voice dripping with sarcasm as he pushed the head of his cock into you, and then he’s choking on a gasp when you swiftly sit yourself down fully, impaling yourself on his cock. “can you?” you whisper in his ear with a smirk on your face, taking his earlobe into your mouth and tugging on the hoop hanging from it.

[butchrgoth]

Erik Campbell established relationship HC's ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა

A/N: these are honestly just really random headcannons ofc some may be ooc but these are just my little made up thoughts!! (im taking requests for types of headcannons or fic ideas because I do have some I just wanna write some specific stuff you yes you guys wanna see! enjoyyy...

(Warnings for NSFW section!!! you dont have to read it if you don't want!)

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SFW section:

ᛝ Erik is very much a homemade gift kinda guy. He can make jewelry, bracelets? He'll make you ten. Necklaces? takes longer but you'll have a dozen. Hell he even can make rings. Where did he learn? He doesn't even know.

ᛝ Also you need a piercing he will do it. And best believe he will scold you if you don't take care of it and then take care of it for you.

ᛝ He 100% has a messy room... I'm talking clothes all over his floor, multiple bottles, nothing organized. It's the way he likes it smh. He knows where everything is surprisingly even though he does sometimes get up in the middle of the night to search for a shirt he hasn't seen in months.

ᛝ Erik LOVES pda. He loves to kiss you. loves to hug you. loves to hold you. dooon't care. he just needs YOU. thats right. you. You're his blanket, his pillow, his mattress and even his personal heating pad.

ᛝ But also he's always super cold.... uhm... so he can't heat you up back... sorry!!!

ᛝ Also if you two buy some fuck ass plush together he will take care of it like Bobby takes care of Paco. He will also act like this if you have a pet.

ᛝ Erik will give you a shirt of his. This is usually where those missing shirts go. to your closet. In return he'll steal your jewelry sometimes.

ᛝ Bobby most likely will barge in on you two making out one day... He was so panicked about finding Paco he didn't even realize what he just interrupted. Then he notices. Erik eventually gives in and helps Bobby find Paco. He cannot say no to his brother.

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ᛝ Erik loves to give. He takes it like a sport and he hates sports. Screw sports. But he will eat you up and then act like he won a medal.

ᛝ He loves just sitting back on his bed, pants down, cock out. and loves letting you just poke at it. Admire it almost. Your head on his stomach as you just give it soft strokes, play with his Prince Albert piercing.

ᛝ Also Erik is a freak. so he loves to cum on you. He don't want kids. not now. So he loves to cum in your mouth or all over your stomach and thighs. He has drawn patterns in his cum and giggled. most likely drew a penis...

ᛝ Erik is the most unserious dude ever. He'll pop out a one liner as hes cumming or even in-between giving you head.

ᛝ You have done it in the tattoo parlor. You have been caught. Yes it was awkward. Yes you hit Erik after. (no Eriks were harmed.)

ᛝ He definitely loves having you sit on his face. the weight and just being able to feast. yup. he LOVES it. he will be soaked after but who cares!

ᛝ He's definitely seen those "bring back dry humping- etc" videos. and he agrees. He will beg you to try everything. you've quite literally had his fingers down your throat.

(YAY that is all!! ill work on more later I promise. But I hope you guys enjoyed this!)

[sidemari]

● Lethal need ●

A NSFW compilation of short texts about exploring some kinks with the Resident Evil characters.

Caracthers included: Ada Wong, Albert Wesker, Excella Gione, Leon Kennedy and Piers Nivans x AFAB/Fem!Reader.

Warnings: BDSM, biting, bondage, breeding kink, consensual non-con, creampie, daddy/little girl, exhibitionism, face sitting, marking, master-slave dynamics, oral sex, overstimulation, praise, public sex, unprotected sex, voyeurism. Let me know if I missed anything.

Ada Wong

Consensual non-con, exhibitionism (Fem!Reader)

The tension inside your abdomen was almost unbearable, your breathing was shaky enough for anyone to notice that something was wrong, your sweat-sticky skin made your expressions more vivid and your racing heartbeat made it harder to concentrate on anything else than her and the way she made you feel. 

"Ada... P-Please..." You swallowed, trying hard to suppress a moan that insisted on coming out, low but no less humiliating. 

The wet kisses she pressed against your neck as she masterfully altered the speed of the vibrator inside you helped bring you close to orgasm once again, only for her to abruptly cease all stimulation. 

"Anyone could see us... We are..." Your eyebrows furrowed as you felt the vibrator start working again, slowly but no less nerve wrecking. 

“We are...?” She urged you to finish your sentence, her eyebrow raised in defiance. 

"We're in an alley, Ada... We should go back to the department and report-" 

"Cut out the heroism for once" She captured your lips in a hot, urgent kiss, almost as if that night was a farewell for both of you, only breaking away from you when she saw that you were no longer returning the kiss with the same intensity due to lack of breath. 

Her hands then fingered the buttons of your shirt before stimulating your nipples covered by the thin fabric. 

“Ada, please, stop...” You begged, trying to push her away from you, but to no avail. She was already suffocating you again with her presence before you had even pulled yourself together. 

“You’d almost sound convincing...” She whispered in your ear, making you shiver from the closeness. "If I didn't know you want this as much as I do." 

"I don't want others to see me like this..." You whimpered once more, trying to hold on to your interpretation. 

“I think...” She unbuttoned the first button of your shirt, and then another, and another as she spoke. "That your body is begging you to accept how needy you are. Can't you feel how much your body needs me?" The icy air hit your now exposed torso, making your nipples harden in a matter of seconds. 

“Let me go...” 

"I will, love, but only when I get what's rightfully mine." Her tongue played with a nipple, circling it for a long time before engulfing it and sucking it with enough pressure to make you weak, your hands searching for support that was poorly found in the damp wall behind you as the speed of the vibrator increased abruptly, making you squirm and moan your girlfriend's name.

“We're...” You choked. "Co-workers... We can't..." You went quiet when you saw a passer-by appear on the horizon. “Ada, there's someone coming...” Your voice changed intonation from pleading to warning. 

“Let them see.” When she finally finished stimulating both nipples, she knelt down, her eyes fixed on you as her hands parted your thighs, and, pulling up your skirt a little, she exposed your sex completely: no panties, a quivering vagina with a vibrator stimulating the most sensitive spot inside you and an aching clit. 

"Let them hear what only I can do to you." And her mouth attacked your clit, sucking it with different intensities, while her hand every now and then pushed deeper inside you the vibrator that insisted on slipping out a little due to your intense lubrication. 

Your hands tried to push her shoulders as the passer-by approached, but she didn't budge. 

“Stop, please...” You begged once again as your orgasm approached once more that night. “Ada, listen to me...” Your body shuddered and your voice faltered and she understood the signals in seconds: her tongue increased the pressure around your clit while her other hand began thrusting the vibrator inside of you. 

“Cum for me, come on...” 

“I c-can’t...” You tried to resist the natural course of things, hating to give her the satisfaction of seeing you break under her ministrations. The pedestrian must have noticed that something wasn't right, but that whatever it was, it didn't deserve his attention when he swerved as soon as he got close enough to see what was going on in that dark alley. 

"Ada, I-I..." And your orgasm finally came: strong, intense, overwhelming. 

Your legs failed you, but your girlfriend was quick enough to get up and stabilize youtube holding your waist, slowly guiding you through your orgasm as she watched every expression you made as your walls contracted around nothing. 

And then her eyes changed expression, becoming worried, almost anxious. 

"Are you alright? Did I cross a line?" 

"I... I'm fine." You hid your face against her neck, inhaling her comforting scent, still coming down from your high. 

“You were so good to me.” She stroked your hair. “You almost convinced me that you really didn't want any of this.” You laughed against her skin, exhausted. 

"Let's go home, I'll stay with you until dawn."

"But, Ada, you..." 

"No work is more important than you, not anymore."

Albert Wesker 

BDSM, master-slave dynamics, praise (Fem!Reader)

His hands moved with a confidence that spoke of a man who knew what he wanted and how to take it. Wesker pushed you down onto the mattress, his body covering yours, your breath mingling with his as his fingers traced the lines of your body, mapping out every curve as if he wanted to memorize every single one of them.

His lips moved to your neck, his teeth scraping against the sensitive skin the way he knew you liked. You could feel his arousal, hard and insistent, pressing against your thigh, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins as his lips claimed yours with a hunger that was as primal as the storm that poured outside.

His hand slid down, rough and warm, his fingers finding that sweet spot, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your body. You moaned his name like a plea, your hands gripping the silk sheets under your body as you arched into his touch, your soul craving more, your mind screaming for release.

“Good girl.” His eyes darkened as he took in your bare breasts, and leaning down, he murmured against your skin, “What’s your safeword, dear?”

“Red, Sir” You gasped, hands now tangling in his hair, holding him to you.

His lips found yours, the urgent and demanding kiss only ceasing when he could no longer bear to ignore his needs anymore.

“Spread your legs.” He commanded, his voice low and dominant.

He knelt between your legs, his hands pushing your thighs further apart, and, leaning down, his tongue started to savour you.

You cried out, your back arching off the bed, your hands returning to fist the sheets. He chuckled, the vibration of his laughter sending shockwaves through your body.

"You taste like heaven." He murmured, before diving back in, his tongue exploring and teasing you, driving you to the brink of madness.

“I need you…” You begged, squirming under him in restlessness. “Fuck, I need you inside of me now-”

Wesker paused his movements, chuckling - almost disdainfully - against the inside of your thigh.

“Are you ready for me already?”

“Yes, master! I’m s-so ready for you… S-So, please-”

Before you could say anything else, his hands found your neck, squeezing it with enough pressure to decrease the amount of oxygen you could take in without suffocating you. The pressure of his hand around your neck was delicious enough to make shivers of pleasure run down your spine, leaving you so lightheaded you barely felt his cock pressing at your entrance.

He pushed into you, inch by inch, filling you completely, stretching you the way only he could. You gasped in surprise, your nails digging into his back as he began to move, his thrusts fast and intense, his cock reaching so deep within you that you could feel you becoming one with him. His fingers found your clit, rubbing and teasing and each thrust pushed you closer to the edge.

“Fuck me harder, master!” You choked, his other hand still around your neck. Wesker raised his eyebrows, taking in how sinful you sounded,

“Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, master” You moaned against his lips, giving in to the urgent kiss he initiated. “F-Fuck, I’m so close!”

“So cum, doll…” He took away the hand around your neck to intertwine fingers with you. “Cum around your masters’ cock like the good slut you are.” You obeyed his words, your body convulsing around him, your cries filling the room as he followed you over the edge, his body shuddering as he found his release.

He pulled you impossibly close against him and pressed a kiss against your lips before whispering in a husky tone “You’re mine. Every single inch of you belongs to me.”

Breeding kink, overstimulation, praise (Fem!Reader)

His hands slid over your skin, melting every point of tension, from your shoulders to the base of your back. 

You were painfully tense.

"What happened?"

"I just..." Your voice trailed off. "I just wish this madness would end. I wish our lives before the incident had never been interrupted.” He murmured encouragement for you to continue when you fell silent. “I feel like I can never go back to my old dreams, not when the world we live in is this hell. I wanted to be useful, I wanted to form a family…" You sighed when you felt him pressing lingering kisses to your neck, collarbone and shoulder.

"This is not a good time..." You tried to get out of his arms against your own will, you needed him more than anything, you were just lying to yourself. 

"You need this as much as I do." He turned you around, capturing your lips in a slow, intense kiss full of unspoken feelings. "Let me show you that we can still find happiness in this filthy world."

…

The wine and the caresses did justice to the beginning of a long and hot night. 

You were now under him, your legs trembling on your lover's shoulders as he sucked you hard. His tongue caressed your clit, sometimes sucking it, sometimes circling it with just the right amount of pressure to make you melt against the mattress.

"Baby, please..." His hands caressed the strands of blonde hair that were once neatly styled. "Just fuck me already..."

"Patience" He murmured, spanking your thigh before finishing speaking. "I want to taste you properly."

He only stopped sucking you on your third orgasm, that was when he decided that his needs should also be met. He was painfully hard, begging for attention, begging for you. 

“Baby, please…” You whimpered, looking at him with big pleading eyes, plumpy lips and uneasy breathing. “I need you so m-much!” Wesker finally entered you, slowly stretching your hole as your walls so eagerly welcomed him in.

Your hands found support on his biceps as he thrust inside you, reaching places inside you that you never thought possible. His precum and your own essence coated his cock, forming a layer of lubrication that made it easier for him to pound mercilessly inside your hole. He set the pace he pleased, without bothering to ask you if you could handle it - that night was all about fucking your frustrations away. His cock pressed against every crevice and stimulated every single one of the sensitive spots inside your walls each time he bottomed out inside of you. 

"Milk me, come on..." His thrusts were almost violent now. "Take it like the good girl you are" 

"It's t-too m-much" You gasped, pathetically trying to overcome the fact he wouldn't allow you to rest until you were carrying his child. 

"I know you can gimme one more" The grip in your hips was so intense you felt your skin ache, a whimper leaving your lips involuntarily each time your body jerked with every hard thrust of his. "Stop whining for once and keep taking this cock. Wasn't that what you wanted? To be finally useful for something?" 

"Wesker..." You gasped his name before another orgasm hit you without warning. You doubted you could even cum anymore, but your body masterfully managed to ride you towards another climax. "Please..." Tears of pure overstimulation and exhaustion left your eyes, making your vision blurry, his body above yours a mere figure.

“Beg for it” He squeezed your neck with one of his hands when you didn't answer him right away. "I told you to beg for it."

"Cum inside me!"

"You can do better than that."

"P-Please, baby, cum inside me. I promise I won't waste a single drop if you do, b-but please... I need it so bad-"

"Atta girl" His fingers kept circling your clit, overstimulating you so he could watch you break. He finally came after a few more thrusts, filling you up completely with multiple ropes of his hot, sticky essence. 

"Fuck, such a good pet you are, doll" He tucked a lock of hair behind your ear before finishing his reasoning. “You won’t leave this bedroom until I get to breed you properly.” He murmured against your ear, kissing your lips afterwards. 

Bondage (Fem!Reader)

"Wesker... It's too tight..."

“It's a shame it is” His expression was brimming with false empathy.

"What did I do wrong?"

"You didn't necessarily do anything wrong." He said, his voice stern. “I'm just frustrated.”

You sighed in defeat, knowing as well as anyone that he would take out whatever frustrations his plans had found on you.

His arrogance didn't allow you to be reasonable with him: arguing that his idea of a forced evolution of humanity as well as his narcissism were problematic would only bring trouble to your already exhausted mind.

The handcuffs were cold and rubbed against the sensitive skin of your wrists even with the slightest movement of your body, your arms were pinned behind you, and even though they were resting on your lower back, your muscles were sore due to the uncommon position.

“You know what to do.” He sat down on a chair before unbuttoning his pants and exposing his cock, waiting for you to take the initiative to satisfy him.

You wished you could see through those sunglasses, you really wanted to be able to read some emotion in those eyes; but anything other than superiority, ambition, manipulation and control were absurdly far from that man.

You teased the head of his cock with your tongue, taking small licks to collect and savor some of his pre-cum. Then you started sucking just the tip, slowly stimulating him at your own pace.

"Suck me off already." He demanded, one of his hands pushing your head down, forcing you to take him completely in your mouth. Your lips were already around the base of his cock when the first gagging reflex kicked in, but he forced you to stay in this position until you lost your breath.

You mumbled something unintelligible to him, saliva pooling around him as you fought nausea and breathlessness, and, flailing your arms in a failed attempt to free yourself from the cuffs, you were unsuccessful.

You were able to catch your breath for a few seconds when he removed his cock from your mouth - only to rub the slick tip against your lips and slam it against them. He then guided you into sucking him at an intense pace, the tip of his cock brushing against your throat every time he bobbed your head.

“Wesker, please...” You whimpered with your mouth full, clamoring for a break or even a slower pace.

“Save it.” And this scene went on for a good few minutes, with you completely naked, giving your own boss a blowjob while he used you the way he pleased.

At one point he abruptly stopped his movements, ordering you to stand up and lean on the table in front of him.

“You know, you're kind of good for something.” He murmured against your hair, pressing your restrained arms against your own back to adjust the angle of your body. "You're a good person to take out the pent-up tension on."

"And why am I the one who has to deal with your frustrations?" You muttered bitterly, only to feel him brutally pulling at one of the handcuffs on your wrists just to make you uncomfortable while two of his fingers invaded you without asking permission, collecting your essence and spreading it betweens your folds, so it would be easier to take him in.

"You always say the last word and..." You suppressed a moan as his fingers curved inside you, hitting just the right spot to make you squirm. “.... always wants to be in control.” He brought you close to an orgasm in a few minutes, without any difficulty. "W-Why?"

"Simply because I can." His fingers were replaced by his own cock and quick, deep thrusts began. “And you know it.”

Perhaps the thing you needed most at that moment, apart from being fucked raw by him was finding some support with your hands since his movements were so abrupt and violent that you could barely stay still without losing balance.

Involuntarily, your wrists continued to struggle against the handcuffs, bruising and marking your skin just as Wesker had envisioned long minutes before.

His self-created rhythm finally failed when you both reached your orgasms together, your bodies facing waves of pleasure as relaxation and satisfaction flooded your souls.

“Allow me.” He removed the handcuffs, discarding them anywhere in the room without further interest before offering his own jacket for you to cover yourself with. Checking your wrists, he smiled with satisfaction as he saw the marks stamped into your skin. "You really do serve to release pent-up tension and I bet you like it."

Consensual non-con, voyeurism (Fem!Reader)

His eyes watched you curiously, waiting for your next move. Would you resist and try to struggle when he touched you to examine you? Or would you cooperate with his objectives and leave behind the stupid idea of ​​postponing your own destiny?

"How do you feel?" His fingers gripped your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye.

“I don't want to be a test subject for your damn plans.”

“Then don't, you can always be useful for something else.” His fingers traced the curve of your neck, shoulders and arms until they reached your hips, where he held your hips tightly enough to bring you closer to him with ease.

You shook your head, your breathing becoming ragged due to the minimal physical contact he imposed.

"Hm, what?"

"I don't want you to touch me." Your voice faltered as his hands pushed your thighs apart, exposing your sex to him.

“Don't you?” He murmured against your lips, before pressing a kiss against your clit. That simple gesture made you squirm, part of you wanting more than the little teases he offered. “I don't think you're in a position to demand anything at the moment.” He smiled against the inside of your thigh before marking it with a painful hickey that would take days to disappear.

You distinctly heard someone's footsteps approaching the room in the Arklay lab you and Wesker were in and that was enough to make your mind spin with possibilities: you had a reputation to uphold as a scientist, you couldn't just ruin your career because of a hookup.

"Wesker, there's... There's someone coming..." Your voice came out slurred due to the moans that insisted on escaping your lips. Said man was unbothered, positioned between your legs as he slowly ate you up, allowing you to feel every stimulus, from the steady sucking on your clit to his tongue fluttering against your folds in a delicious rhythm.

"Please..." You begged, trying to close your legs only for them to be parted violently.

The door to the room opened without warning, exposing your shameful situation to your coworker, Birkin. You tried to cover what you could of your exposed body, but your humiliation became greater with each passing moment.

"B-Birkin, please help me-" You whispered, a certain regret instantly washing over you when you noticed how shocked he looked.

"It's not like he's going to help you." Wesker stopped sucking you off for a few moments to stare at you. “What brings you here, anyway?” He asked, almost angrily. “Did you need to see what I'm doing to her up close?” But Birkin remained silent, an embarrassing erection becoming very present against the fabric of his pants.

The scientist's body was immobile, unable to move to avoid even more embarrassment for the three of you. The adrenaline of watching his quasi-rival fuck you was so addictive that he remained in that very same room while Wesker mercilessly pounded his cock inside of you, seeking the orgasm of both of you without a shred of shame.

"P-Please..." You whimpered, trying one last time to disentangle yourself from the iron grip Wesker had on you, but to no avail.

“Cum for me, come on.” Wesker smiled cunningly at Birkin as the man watched your body's every reaction. “Show him what only I can do to you.” Your orgasm triggered his: you felt him pulsing inside you before he marked you as his with his cum.

You shrank as Wesker stood up and fixed his own clothes, picking one of his lab coats to cover you from Birkin's hungry eyes.

“Get lost.”

The door closed hastily, leaving you and your fiancé alone in the room again.

"Should we tell him it was an act?"

"He'll be fine."

Daddy/Little girl (Fem!Reader)

His fingers gently stroked your hair as you rested on his chest.

Finding refuge in his arms, you snuggled even closer to him, your bodies impossibly close together as you enjoyed the warmth he offered.

"Why is my baby so quiet?"

You sighed, trying to ignore the wave of feelings that insisted on forming inside your heart.

“I just wish we had more time together.” You murmured against his body. “It's hard being away from you...”

“I bet it is, baby.” He kissed the top of your head before making you face him. “I promise I’m going to reward you for being a good girl all this time, okay?” You wriggled on top of him, a pleasurable anxiety bubbling inside your abdomen.

“Let me take care of you tonight, my girl.” He guided you to sit on his lap, pulling you into a slow kiss that oozed devotion and affection.

“Does your body need me?” He murmured against your lips before attacking the sensitive skin of your neck to leave a clearly visible mark. "Hm, does my little girl need to relax a bit?"

"Yes, daddy..." You whimpered, moving your hips so that you could feel how aroused he was. The bulge of his cock under his pants was big enough for you to hump your pussy against it, your aching clit finally getting the stimulation it deserved.

"Does that feel good, eh?" He teased, his ring and middle finger circling your clit with the right amount of pressure. "Keep humping against me, doll.”

"Y-Yes, daddy..." At this point you were pathetically obeying him, trying to get some relief. “... but I need you to be inside of me.” That made something snap inside of him.

You helped him unbutton his pants, lower his zipper and free his pulsing cock from his underwear, both of you hot and bothered by lust.

He stopped brushing his fingers against your clit just so he could open your mouth with them, making you taste yourself. He then stole a kiss from you, getting to get a taste of you on his own tongue.

Rising a little from his lap, you took him in your hand to tease your clit with the tip of his cock before wetting it with your essence as you pressed it against your folds. Without warning, his hands gripped your hips, lowering you against his cock, which hit the most sensitive spot inside you masterfully.

You melted onto him, initiating another kiss, this time sensual, slow and thirsty as you rode his cock, feeling every single inch stretching you enough to make you shudder above him and beg him for more.

His fingertips pressed a certain point on your abdomen that allowed him to feel how deep he was reaching inside you and that, together with the discreet bulge that formed every time you buried his cock inside you, was enough to make him want to break you.

It costed almost everything he had to stay in that position, leaving you in control while all his mind begged him to do was simply fucking you until you were too weak to say or do anything.

“I'm so close...” You whimpered against his neck, your trembling hands grasping his broad shoulders for support.

“Cum hard around your daddy's cock, come on.” Your movements began to falter and you threatened to stop them, but he finished guiding you by holding your hips so tightly it would definitely leave a bruise while he moved his own hips upwards, pounding your hole the way you deserved and wanted.

"W-Wesker!" Your orgasm hit you: violent, intense. Your mind went blank, the only thing you could think about was how well you fit together and how lucky you were to have him.

You still hadn't got off his lap when he returned to stroking your hair and asked in a husky voice:

"Better? Or does my girl need a few more rounds?"

Excella Gione

Bondage (Fem!Reader)

Your breath hitched as she reached out, her fingers brushing against your cheek.

"Fuck, I've been thinking about you all day..." She whispered, her voice laden with desire.

Excella's heart skipped a beat, her body aching with desire. She leaned in, her lips brushing against yours in a soft, tentative kiss. Your lips were soft, yielding, tasting of the wine you had shared before as Excella deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring every corner of your mouth, her fingers tangling in your hair.

You groaned, your hands coming up to grip her hips, pulling her against you, your bodies so close together Excella could almost feel the heat between your legs, the aching need you felt there. She wanted you, wanted to feel you, to taste you, to dominate you.

And so, your exploration began. Excella started slowly, introducing you to the concept of safe words, of trust, of consent. She spoke of pain and pleasure, of the delicate line that separated them, of the beauty that could be found in pushing boundaries.

The first thing in those lines you both tried was physically restricting you. It was enticing seeing how responsive you could get if you had your freedom of movement taken away, even if not completely. She would choose to use ropes, delicate but no less efficient, to tie your wrists together, using one of her hands to hold yours above your head.

Her hands were firm yet gentle, her fingers tracing patterns on your skin that sent shivers coursing down your spine. She touched you everywhere, everywhere but where you ached most.

"You're so sensitive, love" Excella murmured, her lips brushing against your ear. "Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“Touch me, Excella. I need you so much…” You gasped, your voice carrying a plea.

Her touch became firmer, edging on pain. She pinched your nipples, making them hard, only so her mouth could attack them, sucking and licking them with the right pressure to make you see stars. She bit your shoulder, leaving a mark that you knew would hurt the next day, drawing out whimpers from your lips that you couldn't contain.

Excella whispered, her voice a captivating, seductive caress: she whispered about your body, your response, about what she would do to you and how she would do it.

You were lost in sensation, lost in her. You fought against the grip of the rope, your nails digging into your own flesh as you tried to hold her hand, as you tried to gain some control.

Her hand found its way to the place you needed her the most, circling your bundle of nerves, provoking your folds with her fingers. You could feel your body winding tighter with each stimulus, the pressure inside your abdomen ready to snap. You could feel the pleasure building, urgent and intense, an overwhelming feeling that was both addicting and tormenting.

"Please!" You begged, your voice ragged, your body shaking. "Please, I can't take anymore."

“Then cum for me, sweet girl.” Her lips captured yours as she swallowed your cries of pleasure as you came for the first time that night, your walls contracting around nothing as waves of delight washed over your body.

“This is… so frustrating…” You murmured, relaxation taking over your body. “So why does it feel so right and… so good?”

She chuckled at your reaction, finding the way you dealt with the flood of sensations precious.

“Because maybe you needed to experience this for a while.” She positioned herself between your legs, ready to savour you.

Face sitting (Fem!Reader)

The morning began slowly, illuminating your shared bedroom with some beams of light.

You were sleeping, your body naked due to the night before, but still covered by the sheets.

Excella watched you resting peacefully, with attention and tenderness, every now and then pressing a kiss against some exposed area of your body. She smiled when you murmured something unintelligible, knowing that was a sign you would soon awaken.

Pulling your body against hers, she inhaled your scent, finding shelter and comfort in you.

You moved a little and with that, allowing her to see some of the marks she left on your body the night before: some that seemed superficial while others would probably take some time to disappear completely. She smiled once again as she remembered what you had shared in the previous hours, wishing that time would stop - even if just for one day - so she could have you as many times as she wanted, without haste or other obligations in mind.

She climbed over you and returned to distribute kisses by your collarbones, in the valley between your breasts, in your abdomen... until she reached the place of her interest: spreading your legs gently, she paid attention to the inside of your thigh, whispering love vows between wet kisses.

"My dear..." You whimpered, opening your eyes slowly, and, getting used to the clarity of the environment, you saw your woman right there, ready to take you to heaven.

"Can I?" She asked, stroking your hips with the tips of her fingers.

You nodded, looking at her with expectation.

She then began to explore you with her tongue, sucking your clit and stimulating it with different intensities all while two of her fingers provoked your folds to then invade you, and, curving them, the most sensitive point inside your body could be stimulated.

Your hands caressed her dark hair, guiding her in her movements as your orgasm approached. The pressure inside your abdomen was about to break down when all stimulus ceased: Excella left her position between your legs to capture your lips in a slow but no less fervent kiss.

"Come here" She called, as she lay with her back to the mattress.

"Babe... I-" You understood right away what she wanted, but seemed uncertain. Seeing doubt in your eyes, she just nodded, reassuring you it would be worth it.

You obeyed her, climbing on top of her body and positioned yourself so you could ride her face. Your hands found support at the headboard and, at the slightest contact of her tongue with your sex, you were unable to control your sounds.

Her nose rubbed against your clit with every movement of your hips and her tongue eagerly explored every corner of your sex that the position allowed. Your orgasm was absurdly close again: your heart was racing inside your chest, your legs were trembling and your mind blurred.

"Love, I will..." You tried to warn her before melting over her as the waves of pleasure washed your body.

She tasted every drop of your essence before allowing you to change position: snuggling into her arms, your head rested on her chest as she stroked your hair.

"Thank you..." You whispered against her body.

"Any time, my girl."

Leon Kennedy 

Bondage (AFAB!Reader)

“Is it too tight?” He asked, moving your wrists gently. 

“No, it's fine.” You said, giving in to the kiss he pressed against your lips. It was as if time gave in to your desire as the kiss became deep, hot and rushed. 

His body was pressed against yours, like someone seeking shelter, his erection pressing against your lower abdomen with every movement he made over you. 

“I need you...” You murmured, interrupting the kiss for a few seconds before resuming it. 

Futilely, you tried to move your hands away from the headboard, where they were tied, in an attempt to guide him inside you. You felt him pulsing, so painfully hard and bothered as a few drops of pre-cum spread across your skin. 

“Do you have any idea of the effect you have on me?” He asked, finally massaging your clitoris so thirsty for attention, coating it with your essence and his own. 

He put just the tip inside you, shallowly thrusting it between your folds until you were tired of struggling against the ropes, your wrists already sensitive from the restraint. 

“I want to touch you, please, Leon...” You begged, a few tears of desire gathering in the corner of your eyes. 

“I know you want to... but isn't it more exciting this way?” He murmured, penetrating you more deeply, but without reaching as far inside you as he could. “Isn't it addictive to have to deal with certain frustrations when you know you'll be well rewarded for it?” 

You agreed in defeat, wishing that would make him change his mind about bondaging you. 

“Fuck me harder!” You moaned, your brows frowning in pleasure as your g-spot was stimulated in a different way by a certain thrust, trembling legs wrapping around his hips in an attempt to bury him completely inside you. “Please, Leon, I’m begging...” 

He finally penetrated you with everything he had, almost reaching your cervix as the first tear ran down your cheek. 

You both continued like this, belonging to each other and getting to know each other and memorizing every detail of each other's bodies and souls with every thrust, kiss, plea, moan and tear. His fingers slid over your cheeks, drying the tears of pleasure with reverence, as if recognizing that each one of them told its own story. 

The physical restriction made you experience each sensation multiple times more intensely: all your senses were overstimulated, your body smelled like him and carried him in every inch of your skin - his touches, kisses and marks. 

You were about to fall apart completely. Any word from him and you... 

“Give it to me...” Your orgasm began as your heart skipped a beat, a wave of satisfaction and relaxation washed over your body, leaving it as heavy as wet cloth. He pulsed inside you before filling you completely, refusing to remove himself from you right after his peak. 

“Leon...” You hesitated because he seemed absorbed in thoughts above you, but you squirmed in discomfort under him. “The ropes...” 

“I'm sorry” He quickly got off of you, removing the ropes tightly tied around your wrists. The skin under them was red, irritated and with some small abrasions due to the force you had subjected it to while squirming during sex. “I'm sorry...” Leon swallowed, feeling guilty wash over him for having brought up that idea. 

“Hey, Leon.” You held his face in your hands. "It's okay, I enjoyed the experience” 

"It was good, yes." His lips kissed your wrists gently and lovingly. "But I missed your nails digging into my back."  

Piers Nivans

Orgasm control (AFAB!Reader)

Piers pushed the fabric of your shirt down, baring your breasts to him. He leaned down, his mouth capturing one of the hardened peaks, sucking gently. You cried out, your hands tangling in his hair, holding him close.

Your hands moved to his shirt, removing it with agitation, your nails scraping against the bare skin of his back as he lavished attention on you, his hands roaming, exploring, relearning and revisiting every single inch of your body. Piers shivered at the sensation, his body hardening even more as he captured your mouth again, his tongue fighting with yours for dominance as his hands unbuttoned your pants hastily before you slid them, as well your underwear, down your legs. He pushed your body towards the bed, pressing it against the mattress using the weight of his own body, his hands moving up your thigh, inching closer to your sex.

You gasped, your hips moving, seeking his touch, his caresses. He gave it to you, his fingers stroking, exploring, finding you wet and ready. You moaned, your body moving in rhythm with his touch as he slipped a finger inside of you, then another, his thumb circling your clit. He knew you were close: your body tensing, your breath coming in short gasps, furrowed brows due to the pleasure.

Piers swallowed your cries as he worked you over and over, touching you in a way that only he could. His mouth claimed yours, his tongue dancing with yours as he continued to thrust his fingers inside you at a slow pace, stroking the most sensitive spot on your body with just the right amount of pressure to make you completely melt beneath him.

You moaned his name, as a way of warning him that you were close to cumming, only for him to cease all stimulation, allowing your breathing to regularize for some seconds just so he could resume his movements, bringing you to the edge once more.

“Piers, please…” You begged when he denied your orgasm again, your hands gripping the sheets beneath your body as a way of trying to deal with the overload of sensations.

"I know, I know..." He kissed your lips quickly before murmuring against them, “But I've thought about this all day, I don’t want this to end so soon.” Finishing undressing, Piers stroked his cock, spreading some beads of pre-cum over his length as he took a deep breath, his eyes drinking in the sight of you, and positioning himself at your entrance, he looked down at you, searching for consent, his heart pounding. You nodded, your eyes still locked with his as he slowly pushed inside of you, his body shuddering at the sensation.

His lips captured yours in a passionate kiss as his hips moved against yours, the sound of your lovemaking as well the moans, the sighs, the vows of love resonated in the room, proving to existence itself that you were made for each other.

“Piers!” You cried, your core churning in desperation for release. You were almost afraid of having your pleasure denied once again.

“Look at me.” He demanded when he saw that you squeezed your eyes shut. “I want you to look at me while you cum, come on.”

“C-Can I…?” You asked for permission, tears pooling in the corner of your eyes.

“Yes, yes you can. Cum hard around me, love.” You came with a shudder, your body clamping down around him, pulling him over the edge with you. He groaned, his body stiffening, his release filling you, marking you, claiming you as his and his only.

“Please, don’t leave…” You whispered against his body when he collapsed on top of you, his body spent, his heart pounding. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close before reassuring you,

“I’m not leaving until I have you again, again and again.” He kissed your forehead. “And when you wake up, I’ll still be here, by your side.”

[palmersluvr]

champagne coast

summary: after an afternoon at the beach, the sweet nerd from your book club confesses something to you that he’s been holding back for a LONG time

warnings: lu being a bit of a perv, light clit rubbing, face riding, (lu’s nose in particular) breastfeeding, lu uses a toy on the reader, unprotected sex, breeding, lu being a soft baby after sex

notes: i put my whole PUSSY into writing this fic also btw if u don’t know what an oodie is here is is here

word count: 7.3k :)

you’ve been at surfbreak for a few months now, and slowly, it’s started to feel like home. the salty air drifting in from the coast, the distant sound of waves, and the easygoing vibe of the apartment complex have become familiar comforts. what once felt temporary now feels like it could be something more. you’ve started to find your people, friends who are always around, whether you’re all stretched out on the sand, dipping your feet in the water, or just talking while the tide rolls in. it hasn’t been perfect, but it’s beginning to feel like you belong here.

you’ve also joined a book club that meets once a week on the beach. it’s a relaxed little group, just a handful of people who bring blankets, snacks, and whatever book is on the list that week. there’s no pressure, just easy conversation, different opinions, and the sound of waves in the background. sometimes the talk stays focused on the story of the week, and other times it drifts into personal stories and shared laughs. it’s become something you look forward to, a calm, familiar space where you can be who you are and feel connected.

it hasn’t always been easy finding people who let you be fully yourself. in most places, you felt like you had to hold parts of yourself back, too much, too weird, too quiet, too loud. but something about surfbreak is different.

here, no one expects you to fit into a mold. people are open, curious, and kind in a way that feels rare. for the first time in a long while, you don’t feel the need to shrink or pretend. you’re just you, and that’s enough.

you’re at one of the regular meetings on the beach, dressed in a simple brown bikini that blends with the sandy shore. while everyone else is out in the ocean, swimming and splashing around, you stay behind, laying on your stomach on the sand quietly reading this week’s book, the stranger by albert camus.

the sound of laughter and crashing waves fills the air, but you’re completely absorbed in the strange, haunting world unfolding on the pages. it’s a perfect balance, being part of the group’s energy while carving out a peaceful moment just for yourself.

luigi strolls up from the water, his skin glistening in the sunlight, droplets tracing slow paths down his chest. he’s shirtless, wearing white and blue striped swim trunks that cling to his frame, the fabric still damp from the ocean. his brown, curly hair is a tousled mess, sticking up in places from the saltwater and sea breeze. there’s a relaxed ease in the way he moves, like the ocean hasn’t quite let go of him yet.

when he reaches you, he stops a few feet away, sporting his usual charming grin. “still wrapped up in camus?” he asks, nodding toward the book in your hands. his voice is light and teasing, but there’s a quiet warmth in it.

luigi is the heart of the surfbreak book club, its founder, organizer, and undeniable glue. he’s the one who picks out the weekly reads, sends out gentle reminder texts, and drags a tote bag full of extra copies down to the beach in case someone forgets theirs.

he always starts the meetings with a question or two, but he never dominates the conversation, just nudges it along with a natural charm and an easy sense of humor. he listens more than he talks, and when he does speak, it’s thoughtful, sometimes surprising, and always engaging. people show up for the books, sure, but more than that, they show up for luigi.

he’s the kind of attractive that doesn’t ask for attention but gets it anyway. he’s tall, with sun kissed skin and a masculine frame that speaks to how much time he spends in the water. he’s always shirtless, wearing those same white and blue striped swim trunks that sit low on his hips, still damp from the ocean.

his brown curls are always a little messy, flattened and tousled by sea spray and wind. and then there’s that smile, wide, confident, and completely disarming. it lights up his whole face, softens the air around him, and makes it way too easy to fall into whatever moment he’s creating.

and he lives right next door. just a few steps away, separated by a single wall. you hear his music in the evenings, low and steady, sometimes his voice humming along. you run into him constantly, on the way to get mail, still dripping from the shower, wrapped in nothing but a towel and that same fucking smile.

it started out casual: a wave, a laugh, the occasional conversation that went just a little too long. but over time, something unspoken has started to grow between you. a glance held too long, a brush of skin that lingers just a moment more than it should.

there’s a tension that’s always been there, quiet, constant, and impossible to ignore. you feel it when he leans close to make a comment during book club, when his knee bumps yours under the table, when he looks at you like he’s thinking something he won’t say. you haven’t acted on it, not yet, but it would be a lie to pretend he hasn’t slipped into your thoughts. on more than one night, alone in your apartment, you’ve found yourself thinking of him, his hands, his voice, the weight of his body, while your own hands moved slowly beneath the covers.

you’ve tried to push those thoughts aside, to pretend they don’t mean anything, but the truth is you’ve imagined what it would be like if he closed the space between you. and sometimes, when you catch him looking at you like he might be imagining it too, it’s almost enough to make you want to find out.

you glance up at him, and your lips curve into a small, instinctive smile. it’s not forced or overly bright, just honest, warm in a quiet, intimate way. and you see it immediately: the shift in his expression.

his grin softens, and his eyes, already warm from the sun, seem to melt around the edges. that teasing spark dims into something more tender, and for a beat, he just watches you like he’s seeing something he didn’t know he’d been looking for.

you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and nod toward the book. “it’s hard to put down,” you say, your voice soft, thoughtful. “it’s bleak, yeah, but… there’s something beautiful about it too. the way it strips everything down, makes you sit with the uncomfortable parts.” you pause, still looking at him. “i guess i like how honest it is. even when it hurts.”

he doesn’t say anything right away, just stands there, water still dripping from his curls, his eyes never leaving yours.

then, without a word, he extends his hand toward you, open, inviting, droplets of seawater still sliding down his arm, catching the sunlight like glass.

“come on,” he says, voice low and easy, laced with that familiar warmth. “get up. come into the water with me.”

your breath catches, just a little. it’s actually fucking ridiculous how something as simple as him holding out his hand can send a burst of heat through your chest. you glance at it, at him, and suddenly you’re hype aware of everything, the heat of the sun on your back, the way his fingers are just waiting for yours, the curve of his mouth like he already knows you’re going to say yes.

your pulse stumbles as you shift in the sand, blinking up at him like he’s just knocked something loose inside you. “come onnn, can i at least finish this chapter?” you ask, trying to sound casual, even as your voice gives the smallest shake. but your hand is already reaching for his.

luigi chuckles, quiet and low, the sound blending with the distant crash of the waves. “the book’s not going anywhere,” he says, his voice calm and steady. “you’ve still got more that enough time to finish it.”

you glance at his hand, hovering there between you, and then slowly reach out to take it. the moment your fingers meet his, a rush moves through you, warm and startling, like the feeling of stepping into the sun after a long stretch in the shade.

luigi’s hand is rough and damp from the ocean, solid in yours, and it makes something flutter deep in your chest. you weren’t expecting a simple touch to feel like this, to feel like something you’ve wanted longer than you’ve let yourself admit.

he gives your hand a gentle tug, helping you up from the sand with ease. for a moment, neither of you moves. his hand stays in yours, not tightly, but like neither of you is quite ready to let go. then, finally, he does, quietly, without a word, and the loss of that contact is immediate.

you feel the absence of his hand like a cool breeze against warm skin as he turns back toward the water, and you just stand there, heart racing, trying to steady yourself against the strange, wonderful weight of what just passed between you.

you fall into step beside him as the two of you head toward the water, the sand warm beneath your feet, soft and shifting with each step. the sounds of the others in the ocean, splashes, laughter, voices carried by the breeze, drift around you, but it all feels a little distant, like you’re moving through a moment set slightly apart from the rest of the world.

you stride ahead of him without thinking, the salty breeze playing with your hair, the sun’s heat caressing your bare skin. when you glance back, words caught in your throat, you catch his eyes devouring your curves, fixed intently on your ass for a heated second before they flick up to lock with yours.

no words are exchanged. he doesn’t try to cover his hunger, and you don’t taunt him for it. the moment slips away like a tide, fleeting but heavy with raw, unspoken desire.

you turn toward the ocean, but your thoughts linger on that electric instant. a deep, sultry thrill sparks in your core, undeniable and intense. the image of luigi, steady, measured, always holding back, undressing you with his eyes ignites a molten heat that spreads through your body.

it’s not just that his gaze lingered. It’s that you ached for it, savored it. and you’re almost certain he knows exactly how much you wanted it.

the ocean wraps around you like a second skin, cool, then warm, then somewhere in between, like it’s adjusting to you as much as you’re adjusting to it. as wade in deeper, the sand slips away beneath your feet and the water begins to hold you, lifting the weight off your body until you feel nearly weightless.

the sun glints off the surface in little shards of light, and every inch of your skin hums with relief, the kind that goes deeper than muscle.

you close your eyes for a moment, letting the water slide past your shoulders, letting it soften everything. your breathing slows, your thoughts settle. there’s something about the way the ocean moves around you that makes it hard to hold onto anything heavy.

luigi is nearby, standing waist-deep, his arms loose at his sides, the water swirling around him. he glances over, his curls slicked back and dripping, and there’s something steady in his gaze. no words at first, just a look that feels like an anchor in the shifting tide.

you float closer, moving without effort, the current nudging you in his direction. when you meet his eyes, you offer a quiet, slightly breathless smile.

“now i see why you’re out here every day,” you say, voice soft and sincere.

a small flicker passes through his expression, something like understanding, something like maybe he’s glad you get it now. he doesn’t say anything right away. just watches you a second longer, then dips his hand into the water and flicks a small wave in your direction.

you laugh, light and easy, tilting your head as the droplets land against your skin. “hey!!!”

“i told you,” he says, the corner of his mouth tugging up. “it fixes things.”

you don’t disagree. you just float there beside him, the water lapping gently at your collarbone, the sky stretching wide above you, and something in your chest loosens like a knot you hadn’t noticed until now.

you then decide dive beneath the surface, letting the cool water rush over you in one exhilarating sweep. it slips along your skin like silk, stealing the sun’s warmth and leaving behind something cleaner, freer. when you rise again, gasping and laughing, you feel loose, light… until you notice something’s off.

there’s a shift at your back. a give. and then… nothing.

you freeze. your arms fold across your chest in an instant, hands clutching instinctively. the knot of your bikini has come undone, the thin strings now drifting uselessly in the water.

your pulse spikes, heat blooming across your cheeks despite the chill. you try to twist and fix it yourself, but the angles are awkward, and your hands are shaking just enough to fumble the task.

“hey,” luigi mutters softly, closer than you thought. “what’s the matter?”

you glance over your shoulder, he’s right there, watching you… not with amusement, not with pity, but calm, quiet understanding. his gaze doesn’t wander. it just waits.

“my top came undone,” you say, low, a little breathless. “i… yeah. it’s a fucking mess.”

there’s a beat of silence, and then he moves toward you, careful and slow, like he knows how delicate the moment is.

“need a hand?”

you hesitate. but you don’t say no.

he comes closer, the water shifting between you. when he stops behind you, his voice lowers to a gentle murmur. “okay if i touch?”

you nod, just once, your heart thudding hard enough to echo in your ears.

then his fingers are there, brushing your skin, collecting the loose strings. his hands are warm against the chill of the ocean, rougher than you expected, sure and steady. he works in silence, tying the knot with a surprising gentleness, careful not to rush or pull too tight. the pressure of his fingers lingers, and with it, a strange current runs down your spine.

the contact shouldn’t feel this intimate. it’s just a bikini top. just two hands tying a knot. but somehow, it’s more than that.

it’s the nearness of him behind you, the care in his touch, the heat that rises to the surface of your skin even beneath the cold water. it’s the quiet between you, thick with unspoken things.

“there,” he says finally, voice close to your ear, barely louder than the sound of the waves. “you look good.”

you stay still for a moment longer, your breath catching in your throat. you don’t want to move. not yet. not with the ghost of his touch still burning on your skin.

when you finally turn, he’s already given you space again, eyes unreadable now, jaw tight with restraint.

“thanks…” you say, softly, like anything louder might break whatever just passed between you.

he nods once, but there’s something behind his expression, a flicker of tension, of awareness, that tells you he felt it too.

and as you float there, your back still tingling from his hands, you realize something you can’t quite say out loud.

you didn’t just feel exposed when the knot came undone.

you felt seen when he tied it again.

and now, you can’t stop wondering what else he might touch that carefully… if you let him.

who knew that swimming with a friend could be so… intimate?

because that’s all that luigi is. a friend.

a few minutes pass, and luigi’s eyes flick to the horizon, where the sky shifts from molten gold to a lush, suggestive purple. the last glimmers of sunlight ripple across the water, casting long, teasing shadows over the sand.

“let’s get out,” he says, voice low and rough, catching on the heat simmering beneath his words. “it’s getting dark.”

you nod, words caught in your throat, your body buzzing with the unspoken. you move toward the shore together, steps aligned, wading through the surf as the waves lap at your calves, slow and possessive, as if reluctant to release you.

the sand tugs at your feet, warm from the sun’s lingering kiss, cooler where the water meets it. you cross your arms, the breeze grazing your damp skin, every nerve electric with the memory of luigi tying that knot at your back, his fingers brushing your spine, binding you in ways that linger.

he follows just behind, close enough to feel his warmth, the air between you charged with a pull that feels alive. his presence is a quiet throb, a temptation hovering in the space where his hands could be.

reaching your towel, the sky has deepened to a rich, velvet dusk, the beach quiet, distant voices fading into the night. you gather your things slowly, each movement heavy with what you’re not saying, what you’re not sure you can hold back.

luigi stays close, unhurried, his gaze tracing you. his damp curls fall in wild disarray, his swim trunks clinging to the contours of his thighs, the sight stirring something raw and untamed deep inside you making it hard to look at him without feeling the heat coil tighter in your core.

that’s when you see it. your eyes drift downward, catching on the blue and white fabric of his swim trunks, where the damp material molds to him, outlining the clear, bold shape of his erection.

your heart kicks up, a rapid thud against your ribs, each beat pulsing with the heat flooding your veins. the sight sends your mind spiralling, did the simple act of him tying up your bikini spark this in him?

then luigi shifts, his gaze dropping as if sensing your attention. his eyes widen, a flush creeping up his neck, blooming bright red across his cheeks. he clears his throat, voice tight. “i’ll, uh… see you later,” he mutters, scrambling to grab his towel and shirt, the sand kicking up under his feet.

without another glance, he fast walks toward the apartment complex, his silhouette retreating into the dusk, leaving the charged air between you vibrating in his absence.

hours later, you’re curled up in bed, the faint glow of the tv spilling sultry blues and grays across your tangled sheets. some old movie drones softly in the background, its murmurs barely piercing the quiet, just enough to keep the silence from closing in.

but your focus isn’t on the screen, its still trapped on the beach, ensnared by the heated pull of what sparked between you and luigi.

you’re wearing nothing but an oodie, the warm, thick material grazing your bare thighs and teasing the edges of your hips.

fresh from the shower, your body is warm, still tingling, but no amount of steamy water could erase the memory of luigi’s hands on you, his fingers, slow and deliberate, brushing your spine as he tied your bikini. that touch, lingering too long, ignited something deep and molten inside you. and then you saw what it did to him.

you close your eyes, your pulse quickening, a slow burn pulsing low in your core. the image of him is vivid, unshakable, his damp swim trunks, blue and white, molded to every hard curve of him, the brazen outline of his dick stark and undeniable.

it’s etched into you now, his body’s raw confession of want, even as he flushed scarlet and fled into the dusk.

you pull the oodie tighter, but it only teases your skin, doing nothing to douse the heat coiling in your belly. your mind keeps slipping back to that moment, to the electric jolt of desire that crackled between you, sharp and alive. you wonder if he’s awake too, just a wall away, his body taut with the same restless craving knotting through you.

a soft knock at the door snaps you out of your thoughts, sharp and unexpected in the late night quiet. your heart stumbles, pulse quickening as you slide out of bed, the oodie brushing against your bare thighs. you pad through the dim apartment, the floor cool under your feet, the air heavy with anticipation. it’s late, far too late for visitors, yet something in you already knows who it is.

you open the door, and there’s luigi, standing in the hallway, looking deliciously disheveled. his curls are a wild mess, his shirt wrinkled, clinging to his frame as if he threw it on in a hurry. his eyes meet yours, dark and intense, carrying that same raw energy from the beach, now amplified in the stillness of the night. he doesn’t speak right away, but the way he looks at you, unsteady, hungry, says everything he’s holding back.

without hesitation, he steps inside, crossing into your space with a quiet intensity that sets your pulse racing. he moves past you, his presence electric, heading straight for your bedroom like he’s pulled by some unspoken force. you follow, heart hammering, the oodie grazing your skin with every step. he reaches your bed and collapses onto it, sinking into the rumpled sheets.

you linger near the doorway, watching him sprawl across your bed like he belongs there, like the weight of whatever he’s carrying finally caught up with him the moment he stepped inside. he exhales, long and uneven, eyes shut, the rise and fall of his chest steadying as the silence stretches.

you raise an eyebrow, arms folding across your chest. “well, hey to you too, i guess.”

his eyes blink open slowly, turning toward you. there’s a flicker of something in his gaze, not quite apology, not quite need, but something tender and unguarded.

“sorry,” he says, voice low and frayed. “i just… didn’t know where else to go. i didn’t want to be anywhere else.”

his words hang between you, quiet and vulnerable. he doesn’t look away, he waits, like he’s not sure if coming here was a mistake, but he couldn’t stop himself either.

you cross the room, sit beside him on the edge of the bed. “luigi,” you say gently, “what’s wrong? you’ve been acting weird since the beach.”

his arm drops away from his face. he turns his head toward you, eyes dark and unreadable in the low light. then he says it, quietly, almost like a confession.

“look, i know you saw… how hard my dick was.”

the words hang in the space between you, unflinching and real. your breath catches, your pulse stumbling in your chest.

he sits up slowly, his knees brushing yours, gaze locked on your face. “i didn’t mean for it to happen like that. but being that close to you, tying your bikini string back up… fuck, it messed me up.”

he pauses, searching your face for something, fear, rejection, maybe even hope.

then he leans closer, his voice dropping even lower, rough with honesty. “i jerk off thinking about you most nights.” his words hit like a spark, igniting the air between you. “that picture you posted on Instagram, the one of you in that little red dress? i’ve jerked off to that too, more times than i wanna admit.”

luigi’s eyes hold yours, dark and unrelenting, the heat in them almost tangible. he shifts even nearer, his breath warm, stirring the charged space between you. “i know you’re touching yourself to thoughts of me too,” he murmurs, voice low and gritty. “i’ve heard your vibrator through these walls, they’re thinner than you think.”

your heart pounds, a rush of heat pooling deep as his words land. he presses on, gaze burning. “sometimes, i touch myself at the same time, picturing you right there, just a wall away. and every damn time, i fight the urge to just come over and fuck you.”

your cheeks flush, a warm blush spreading, but a sly smirk tugs at your lips. you tilt your head, meeting his gaze with a spark of mischief. “well you should’ve done it,” you say, voice low and teasing. “i wouldn’t have complained.”

luigi’s eyes darken, a flicker of something wild passing through them. he leans closer, his voice a low, hungry rasp. “i’ll do it now.”

before you can catch your breath, he closes the distance, his lips crashing into yours with a heat that’s been building for months. his kiss is urgent, consuming, his mouth moving against yours with a desperate edge, like he’s been starving for this. his hands find your waist, pulling you closer, fingers digging into the soft fabric of the oodie as he presses himself against you.

you melt into him, your hands sliding up his chest, tangling in his disheveled curls as you deepen the kiss, tongues brushing in a slow, sensual dance that sends sparks down your spine. the room fades, the faint hum of the TV drowned out by the sound of your shared breaths, heavy and uneven. his lips are warm, tasting faintly of salt from the beach, and every slide of his mouth against yours pulls a soft sound from you, answered by a low groan from him.

he shifts, guiding you back against the bed, his body hovering over yours, the weight of his desire palpable as the kiss grows hungrier, messier, both of you lost in the heat of finally giving in.

your lips clash with a fevered intensity, moans spilling into each other’s mouths, soft and desperate, as your tongues tangle in a rhythm that feels both reckless and right. his hands roam, one sliding under the hem of your oversized hoodie, fingers brushing up the sensitive skin of your thigh until they find your bare core, warm and slick with want.

he pauses, lips still grazing yours, and his voice comes out low, rough with awe.

“are you always this wet?” luigi murmurs, the words vibrating against your mouth. then his fingers move, finding your clit with a slow, deliberate rub that sends a jolt of pleasure through you, his touch teasing and confident as he watches your reaction, the kiss deepening with every shared gasp.

your body arches instinctively into his hand, a soft whimper escaping your lips as the sensation ripples through you, electric and overwhelming.

“oh my god!” you gasp, the words slipping out in a breathless rush, your hands gripping his shoulders as you melt under his touch, the heat in your core intensifying with every circle of his fingers.

luigi’s eyes darken, a low groan rumbling from him as he pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, his voice thick with desire. “lets get this off you,” he says, his hands already tugging at the hem of your oodie. he lifts it over your head in one smooth motion, tossing it aside to reveal your naked body, your skin flushed and bare under his hungry stare, the air between you crackling with raw, unspoken need.

his eyes roam over you, taking in every curve, every inch of exposed skin, his breath hitching as his eyes burn with unrestrained want.

“shit,” he murmurs, voice rough and reverent, “you’re fucking gorgeous.” he leans in, lips brushing your collarbone, then lower, his hands skimming your sides like he’s memorizing you. “i gotta taste you,” he says, the words dripping with need.

he shifts, lying back on the bed, his curls splayed against the pillow as he looks up at you, eyes blazing. “ride my face, please,” he urges, voice low and pleading, his hands reaching for your hips, guiding you toward him with a hunger that sets your pulse racing.

his words hit you like a spark, igniting a rush of heat that’s both thrilling and overwhelming, the raw need in his voice drawing you in. already on the bed, you pause for a heartbeat, your body buzzing with anticipation, then slowly crawl toward him, your movements deliberate as you straddle his chest, thighs framing his face.

guided by his hands, you lower yourself gently, feeling the warmth of his breath against your core. the instant his tongue delves into you, hot and eager, you let out a sharp moan, the sensation jolting through you like electricity. luigi moans too, a deep, primal sound that reverberates against your pussy, intensifying the pleasure as it ripples through you, his grip tightening on your hips, pulling you closer as you both surrender to the raw intensity of the moment.

his tongue laps at you greedily, swirling and sucking with fervent precision, laving over your swollen clit and dipping into your dripping core, each stroke sending shudders through you. your fingers dig into the headboard, a desperate cry spilling from your lips as the pleasure surges, raw and unrelenting.

he pulls back just enough to rasp against your soaked skin, voice thick with lust, “fuck, you taste so much sweeter than i imagined.” the words ignite a fresh rush of heat, and he dives back in, tongue working you with insatiable hunger, licking and sucking with a ferocity that drives you toward the brink, the air thick with your shared, unrestrained desire.

“luigi, please!” you gasp, your voice trembling with need, the intensity of his mouth driving you wild. your hips begin to move, slowly at first, grinding against his face as you ride the rhythm of his tongue, chasing the electric sparks that jolt through your core.

his hands grip your thighs, urging you on, his lips and tongue relentless, sucking hard on your clit, then plunging deep inside you, lapping up your slickness with a hunger that makes your whole body quake. his moans vibrate against your soaked folds, each sound sending a fresh wave of pleasure ripping through you.

he pulls back just enough to growl against your skin, voice thick with lust, “you looked so fucking good at the beach today in that little brown bikini. i was so tempted to just… drag you somewhere private and taste you for hours.”

the words hit you like a bolt, fueling your movements as you grind harder against his mouth, your juices coating his lips and chin, his tongue relentless, flicking and sucking with obscene precision, driving you closer to the edge as your moans fill the room.

your hips shift instinctively, your slick folds gliding over the bridge of his nose, the new sensation sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through you. you grind against it, slow and deliberate, the pressure on your swollen clit sparking waves of ecstasy that make you shudder.

a desperate moan spills from your lips, raw and unfiltered, as the friction builds, and luigi’s grip on your thighs tightens, his own moan vibrating against you, deep and guttural.

“oh, baby,” he groans, the words muffled against your dripping core, the sound sending shivers through you as he presses his face closer, nose and tongue working in tandem to drive you wild.

your movements grow more frantic, grinding harder against his nose, each motion pulling louder moans from both of you, the air thick with the wet sounds of your pleasure and the raw, shared hunger consuming you both.

time blurs, minutes melting into a haze of relentless sensation as you ride his face, your soaked folds sliding over the bridge of his nose, the pressure on your pulsing clit sending tremors through your core. your thighs shake, muscles tightening as you chase the mounting heat, your moans sharper, more frantic.

luigi’s hands clutch your hips, guiding your rhythm, his own groans muffled against your dripping pussy, the vibrations pushing you toward the edge. “luigi, fuck! i’m gonna cum…” you whine, voice cracking as the pleasure coils tight, ready to burst.

“give it to me,” he murmurs, voice low and urgent against your skin, his tongue swirling feverishly over your clit as his nose presses perfectly against you. your body locks, a raw cry ripping from your throat as you come hard, your release gushing over his nose and mouth, hot and slick.

luigi moans, deep and ravenous, his tongue lapping hungrily at every drop, sucking and licking your sensitive folds, savoring every bit of your pleasure as your body quakes through the aftershocks.

still catching your breath, the lingering heat coursing through you, you slide off him, your thighs shaky as you kneel beside him on the bed. your hands find the hem of his rumpled t shirt, pulling it up, and he raises his arms to assist, letting you strip it away.

his body comes into view under the soft light, a flawless display of lean, chiseled muscle, his chest broad and sculpted, abs subtly defined with each breath, his bronzed skin glowing faintly from the day at the beach. every contour of him is striking, a natural perfection that sets your pulse racing anew.

before you can soak in the sight, luigi acts quickly, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his grey sweatpants and tugging them down in one fluid motion. he tosses them to the side, the fabric landing in a heap on the floor, leaving him in just grey calvin kleins, the tight material straining over the bold outline of his erection.

your eyes lock onto it, the sheer size of him impossible to ignore, the fabric stretched taut, revealing every thick, pulsing inch. a mix of awe and desire floods you as you reach out, fingers grazing the waistband of his underwear. slowly, you pull it down, inch by inch, until his cock springs free, hard and impossibly large, the sight making your core ache. a nervous giggle escapes you, and you look up at him, a playful glint in your eyes.

“now i see why you call yourself mr phd,” you tease, voice light but laced with heat. luigi laughs, a low, confident chuckle, his eyes glimmering with amusement. “well now you know i wasn’t lying when i said that,” he replies, his tone cocky yet warm. before you can say more, he leans in, capturing your lips in a deep, hungry kiss, his tongue sweeping against yours with a fervor that makes you melt.

in one quick motion, he flips you onto your back, the mattress dipping under his weight as he hovers over you. his lips find yours again, kissing you with a slow, searing intensity, before trailing lower. his mouth closes over your breast, sucking gently at first, then harder, his tongue flicking over your nipple, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through you as you arch into him, the heat between you blazing hotter.

a soft moan spills from your lips, your body trembling under the warmth of his mouth, and your hand instinctively slides down, fingers finding your clit, rubbing in slow, desperate circles as the pleasure builds.

each swirl of his tongue and pull of his lips amplifies the sensation, your moans growing louder, more urgent, as you grind against your own touch. suddenly, luigi pulls back, your breast leaving his mouth with a wet pop, his eyes wild with need. “i can’t anymore,” he rasps, voice thick with desperation, “i gotta fuck you.”

he shifts, spreading your thighs wide, his throbbing cock, slick with precum, dragging along your dripping pussy, the hot, torturous glide making you quiver with want. you moan, the sensation overwhelming, and your voice breaks, needy and raw, “stop fucking teasing me and just fuck me.”

luigi lets out a husky laugh, his gaze gleaming with lustful mischief. “alright, alright,” he murmurs, voice thick with heat. he positions himself, and with agonizing slowness, he pushes all seven inches of his thick, pulsing cock into you, stretching your tight walls in a way that rips a loud, trembling whimper from your lips.

“you alright?” he asks, concern lacing his tone as he stills, fully buried in your slick heat. “yeah,” you gasp, your body struggling to accommodate his massive size, “just need a moment…you’re fucking huge.” he waits, chest heaving, letting you adjust to the intense stretch. after a beat, you nod, voice steadier.

“okay, go ahead and move.” his eyes lock onto yours, fierce yet tender. “i’ll start slow,” he promises, beginning to thrust with a deep, deliberate rhythm, each stroke filling you completely. he leans down, collapsing against you, his sweat slicked body pressed to yours, nose to nose.

instinctively, you wrap your legs around his torso, locking your ankles behind him, pulling him deeper as your thighs grip his sides. your arms slide around his back, fingers digging into the taut muscles of his shoulders, clinging to him as if you could meld your bodies together.

luigi’s thrusts remain slow but purposeful, each one a steady, deep plunge that has you gasping, your walls clenching around his throbbing length. he starts to moan, low and primal, the sound vibrating against your skin.

“fucking beautiful,” he groans, his voice rough with awe, “i regret not making a move sooner.” you moan in response, your voice trembling with pleasure, “me too.” your hips rock to meet his, the slick friction of his cock sliding in and out driving you wild, your juices coating him as he fills you over and over.

he keeps fucking you, his pace steady but relentless, each thrust long and deep, his thick shaft dragging against your sensitive walls, hitting spots that make your vision blur. the wet sounds of your bodies moving together fill the room, mingling with your shared moans, his cock stretching you with every slow, deliberate pump.

his sweat slicked chest slides against yours, his breath hot against your lips as he stays close, nose to nose, his eyes never leaving yours. each thrust feels like a claim, his hips grinding into you, the base of his cock brushing your clit with every motion, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through you. your nails rake down his back, urging him on as your moans grow louder, more desperate, your pussy pulsing around him.

he groans again, deeper this time, his rhythm unwavering, fucking you with a slow, torturous intensity that has you teetering on the edge, every inch of him filling you, claiming you, as the heat between you builds to a fever pitch, the room alive with the raw, graphic intensity of your connection.

his hips grind into you, the slick slide of his shaft driving you wild, and then he pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, a wicked glint in his eyes. “where’s your vibrator?” he asks, voice low and teasing, but edged with hunger.

you laugh, caught off guard, your voice breathless. “what?”

“your vibrator, idiot,” he says, a playful smirk tugging at his lips, though his eyes burn with intent.

still trembling from his thrusts, you manage a shaky grin. “uh, it’s under the pillow next to me.”

luigi reaches over, his hand slipping beneath the pillow, and pulls out the sleek toy. with a quick flick, he turns it on, the low hum cutting through the air. he presses it against your clit, the sudden vibration sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through you, amplifying the stretch of his cock inside you.

your body arches, a loud moan ripping from your throat as the dual sensations overwhelm you. he starts fucking you faster, his hips snapping harder, each thrust driving his thick length deeper, the vibrator buzzing relentlessly against your swollen clit. “oh my… fuck!” you cry out, your voice breaking as the pleasure spikes, your walls clenching tight around him.

luigi whines, a raw, primal sound, his pace quickening even more, his cock pounding into you with a wet, rhythmic slap. the vibrator hums against your clit, his thrusts growing faster and harder, each one pushing you closer to the brink.

the vibrator buzzes mercilessly against your swollen clit, sending electric jolts of pleasure through you, amplifying the brutal rhythm of his hips slamming into yours. your moans erupt, loud and unrestrained, echoing through the room as your body arches, overwhelmed by the intensity of his thrusts and the toy’s relentless hum.

luigi’s moans match yours, deep and beautiful, spilling out as he drives into you with unyielding force, the bed creaking beneath the ferocity of his movements. “you sound so fucking hot, jesus christ,” he groans, voice ragged with lust, “i could fuck you for days.” your hands claw at his back, nails raking down his skin, leaving angry red trails as you grip him desperately, urging him on. his cock fills you completely, each punishing thrust hitting that sweet spot inside you.

the dual assault of his relentless pounding and the toy’s buzzing push you to your absolute limit. you moans grow even louder, more frantic, spilling from your lips in a desperate chorus as your body trembles, teetering on the edge.

“luigi, baby, i’m gonna cum,” you gasp, voice breaking with need, “can i cum all over your cock? please?” your plea hangs in the air, raw and urgent, as your pussy clenches tighter around him, the overwhelming sensation driving you toward a shattering release.

luigi’s eyes burn with hunger, his breath uneven. “fucking do it,” he rasps, voice thick with desire, “you’re so fucking tight.” he thrusts faster, his thick cock pounding into you with ferocious intensity, each deep stroke slamming into that perfect spot inside you, the vibrator’s relentless buzz against your poor clit driving you insane. your moans escalate into frantic cries, your body trembling uncontrollably as the pleasure consumes you.

your nails rake down his back, and then it hits, an explosive wave of ecstasy crashes through you, your pussy spasming wildly around his cock, gushing hot, slick release that soaks him, dripping down your thighs as you scream his name, your body arching and quaking through the intense, shuddering orgasm.

luigi bites your shoulder, a stifled moan rumbling against you as he’s struck by the sight of your orgasm, your pulsing walls squeezing him tight. the power of your climax sends him over the brink, and he comes with a primal groan, his cock pulsing violently as he unleashes thick, hot jets of cum deep inside your clenching pussy.

each throbbing spurt fills you, his hips jerking hard as his release floods your tight core, the creamy heat of his cum mixing with your slickness, leaking out around his shaft and coating both of you as he grinds through the last shudders of his orgasm, the air electric with the raw, graphic intensity of your shared release.

his cock softens, slowly slipping out of you, leaving a warm, wet trail as he shifts, nuzzling his face into the soft curve of your breasts, his breath warm and steady against your skin. you wrap your arms around him, pulling him close, your fingers tracing gentle circles across his sweat dampened back as you press a tender kiss to his forehead, your lips lingering there.

the intimacy of the moment wraps around you both, soft and grounding after the storm of passion. luigi laughs, his voice muffled against your chest. “we should make this a regular thing…” he murmurs, a playful warmth in his tone, his curls tickling your skin as he nestles closer.

you smile, your heart still racing but soft with affection. “we should,” you reply, voice low and teasing, as you pull him closer, your arms tightening around his warm body. you reach for the blanket, tugging it over both of you, cocooning you in its soft weight, the world shrinking to just the two of you tangled together.

luigi shifts slightly, his face still nestled against you, and says, “we should have lunch together tomorrow, i don’t know…” his voice trails off, a little hesitant but warm. you grin, a playful spark in your eyes.

“aww, are you asking me out on a date?” you tease, brushing a curl from his forehead. his cheeks flush, a soft blush creeping up as he glances up at you, a shy smile tugging at his lips. “maybe…” he admits, his voice soft but sincere.

“i’d like that,” you say, your tone warm and genuine, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back.

he yawns, a happy sound, and murmurs, “good,” his voice heavy with sleep as he snuggles closer to you, placing a kiss on your bare chest.

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[concretejunglefm]

A glorious treat for @tosoundlessdarkistare who came to me with this thot and allowed me to bring it to life, I hope you enjoy this bb and it's everything you hoped for 💕

CW: smut including threesome, partner sharing, unprotected sex (p in v), thick dick Vessel, Vessel has a Prince Albert piercing (ty @madamaaubergine 💕), mask kink, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, cum play, use of a blindfold on reader, oral (m and f receiving)

WC: 3k.

Smut below the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

It started as a simple suggestion, Noah dressing up for you. You’d already teased your apparent mask kink, along with your obvious attraction to the lead singer of the masked British band, Sleep Token, but your boyfriend had taken it one step further.

“What if we ask him to join?” Noah had said.

You scoffed at the time, assuming he was joking. There was no reason to believe that your boyfriend even knew who the mysterious frontman was, let alone had access to him to ask such an insane question, no less.

You’d been wrong.

Before long, he was texting back and forth with the mystery man, arranging everything while keeping the details from you. The only hint he gave was allowing you to join a group chat, where you and Vessel could talk privately—discussing boundaries, expectations, and desires until you felt comfortable enough to turn this fantasy into reality.

Both bands playing the same festival made it easier to arrange, and that’s when Noah decided: it was time.

Which brings you to now, sitting at the edge of the hotel bed Noah had booked separately for tonight’s venture. While the two of them are dressed in matching outfits—same signature masks, same black body paint—you’re sitting between them in a green lace lingerie set. A delicate blindfold rests over your eyes, veiling your vision just enough to leave everything a little hazy, without blocking it completely. The blindfold had been Noah’s idea, he didn’t want his tattoos giving him away too easily. After all, your task tonight was simple: figure out who’s who based solely on how they feel.

They crowd you, and though you can only faintly make them out through the fabric of your blindfold, you can feel the heat radiating from their bodies. They’re built nearly identically, and when you reach out with tentative fingers, you stroke along their bare torsos, met with the hardness of muscle beneath your touch.

Your nails graze one of them, drawing a soft gasp, but you’re not sure who it came from. You glance between them, eyes searching despite the blur, but the blindfold offers no clues. Still, you continue your teasing exploration, dragging your nails lightly across their skin and feeling the subtle way their muscles contract beneath your touch.

One of them cradles your head, gentle and grounding, while the other leans in, angling you for a kiss. That’s Noah, you think—the softness of his lips, the familiar way his tongue teases the seam of your mouth before slipping past. You welcome him with a low moan, and he answers in kind, offering one of his own into the kiss.

You could call it right here, right now—this is your man. The way he kisses you, the way your body responds without hesitation, but the moment he pulls away, your head is gently turned, and you’re met with a second pair of lips. This kiss is different, intoxicating and breathtaking, it leaves your head spinning before they pull away, stealing the air from your lungs along with it.

Noah had expected to feel something sharp and possessive rise in his chest at the sight of you kissing Vessel, especially when you come away looking so dazed, so blissfully affected, but instead, all he feels is a blooming heat, goosebumps rippling across his skin as a new kind of urgency takes hold of him: the desire to push you both back together again, to watch and revel in the beauty of it all.

Eager mouths descend on you quickly after that, each of them taking a spot on either side of you and guiding you back across the bed. The combination of their mouths and fingers against your skin ignites a new fire within you—one that burns hotter with every touch. They work in tandem, slowly peeling away the lingerie you’d chosen specifically for the occasion, ensuring the green lace matched the detail on the frontman’s new signature mask.

Your fingers comb through their hair, each of them having shed the cloaks they originally stepped out in. One mouth focuses on your chest, tongue warm and eager as it teases between your nipples, while the other slowly descends, kissing over your stomach and spreading your thighs. Your eyes roll back, your mind completely consumed by the pleasure coursing through you.

With two sets of hands devoted solely to you, they take their time relishing the task of working you up for what’s to come. You feel what you believe to be Noah’s familiar mouth between your thighs—except the fingers joining it, sinking into you, don’t feel like his. They’re not as slender or long, but they’re thicker—thick enough to make you clench around them, arching your back into the overwhelming pleasure and moaning as they guide you deeper into it.

Even without words, they know how to lead you, how to take you exactly where they want you, pushing you closer to the edge with every purposeful stroke. The pleasure coils in your stomach with each flick of tongue against your clit, and attention to your pebbled nipples. You’re a feast laid bare for them to devour, and they do—switching mouths, switching fingers, seamlessly taking over where the other leaves off. They push you to the brink, leaving you trembling, teetering right on the edge of your budding climax.

Noah is the one who guides you to straddle Vessel, positioning you with your back to him, your thighs bracketing his hips as your hands brace against Noah’s paint-slicked chest. Even through the lace of the blindfold, you can see where the black paint has started to fade beneath a sheen of sweat, revealing the tattoos beneath, but you’re far too lost in the game to even consider giving your final “verdict” yet, especially not when you feel Noah reaching between your bodies, guiding the cock of the masked man beneath you to your already aching cunt.

The thick, pierced tip drags along your soaked slit—his Prince Albert catching just slightly, enough to add a sharp, devastating edge to the tease. The sensation makes you moan, your hips jolting with need. It’s Vessel whose hands find your waist almost immediately, grounding you with a possessive reverence, his thumbs dragging slowly along your spine as though he’s mapping every inch of you, committing your body to memory.

You know you’ve been doing the same with him tonight.

You gasp, a deeper moan slipping from your lips as the pair of them work together to guide you, sinking you slowly down onto the thick, pierced length that stretches you open inch by inch. The Prince Albert piercing catches slightly on the way in, adding a delicious, biting edge to the pressure as he buries deep inside you. You’re thankful for the overstimulation and attention they each gave you earlier, taking turns between your thighs in an effort to ready you. Still, it’s a tight fit—one that knocks the breath from your lungs—and beneath you, Vessel lets out a low, helpless groan, his hands steadying you at your hips as you begin to rock.

Instead of pulling away, Noah’s fingers slip down between your thighs, finding your clit with skilled precision. He circles the sensitive nub slowly as you move, enhancing the pleasure already radiating through every inch of your body. Your skin is flushed, raised with goosebumps, the sound of Vessel’s building groans encouraging you. One of his hands slides down to grip your thigh while the other trails upward, fingers grazing the curve of your lower back, the dip of your waist, until he grips your hair just tight enough to make you gasp.

When you shift your hips, angling yourself perfectly, an overwhelming sensation blooms in your stomach, pushing you closer to the edge of pleasure. Beneath you, Vessel finds his own rhythm, taking control with steady, hungry thrusts that lift his hips to meet yours. The weight and pressure of his Prince Albert piercing only intensify the stretch, dragging across your most sensitive spots with every movement. Your hands brace against his thighs, feeling the way his muscles tense beneath your touch, causing you to lean in closer to Noah, who curls his free arm around your waist, guiding you gently to match the pace he’s set. You hear Vessel’s moans grow desperate and ragged as you clench tightly around him, the room filling with a symphony of sound.

Noah’s fingers don’t stop; instead, they continue edging you closer with the added stimulation of Vessel’s cock between your velvet walls, every stroke drawing you both nearer. You swear you hear an outpouring of filthy words between clenched teeth, though nothing distinctive enough for you to catch, but it’s the feeling of Noah’s warm mouth pressed to your collarbone that sends your heartbeat ringing in your ears, his touch sparking an electric pulse through you as he focuses on marking your skin, his tongue swirling over the trail of sweat before latching on. Grazing his mouth higher, he meets your ear and breaks his own rule, letting slip his own filth against the shell of it.

“Can you feel it, baby? Can you feel his cock inside you?”

That’s the moment of your joint undoing, another clench around Vessel sending him careening over the edge as you press yourself fully down, grinding harder against him, his thick pierced tip pressed against the sensitive spot buried deeply inside you with enough precision to leave you trembling atop him. They both guide you through your mutual climax, Noah’s mouth pressing silent praises to your skin in gentle kisses, remaining close as he slowly coaxes you through the high of your release.

Instead of slipping you from him, Vessel keeps you in place, his hands moving around to rest on your stomach, holding your growing limp body as Noah shifts back before bending forward. His mouth meets your overly sensitive clit, causing your hips to jolt before you feel the soothing sensation of his tongue. It swirls and dances against you before descending lower to collect the mixture of your cum seeping from inside you, coating Vessel’s cock. When he rises back up, his hand reaches around to cradle the back of your head, pulling you into a heated kiss, his tongue pushing in to both lick inside your mouth and feed you the combination coating his own.

Your body instinctively arches toward him, even now while the buzz of your release still travels through your veins. As Vessel’s hands raise higher to meet your breasts and palm them teasingly, his thumb and forefinger pinch and twist your sensitive nipples. You feel the ripple of something deep inside you, clenching around him once more. The sudden soreness his cock initially brought leaves you with the sharp reminder of how empty you’ll feel the moment you slip from him.

Head still dazed, Noah guides you off Vessel, his own cock throbbing between his thighs, seeping precum. It took everything in him not to fist himself while you rode Vessel, his focus entirely on your pleasure to keep him from indulging too deeply in his own. Your body is limp enough for him to maneuver you into the position they both want—Vessel widening his thighs for you to slot between as Noah moves you onto your front, grasping your hips and dragging them back, your ass raised high.

Your cunt quivers with the feeling of warm cum slowly seeping from it, and while Noah’s fingers wrap around your hair, guiding you toward Vessel’s cock, he uses his middle and ring finger to slowly press the cum back inside, your walls instinctively closing around them, drawing him and the cum deeper.

As you part your mouth to moan, your lips brush against Vessel’s cock, and slipping your tongue out, you roll it along the thick shaft, feeling the throbbing vein beneath the flat surface of your tongue. The sensation makes you elicit another moan, the vibrations against it causing him to twitch and you swear you hear the soft murmuring of a “good girl” between clenched teeth. When you reach the pierced tip, you take your time swirling your tongue around it, focusing on how sensitive he is, his hips bucking beneath you. Closing your mouth around the tip, you moan once more, sinking down along the length of him with the guiding hand of your own boyfriend, who continues to fuck his fingers into you, your hips rocking back to meet him.

When Noah’s grasp slips from your hair, his hands grip your hips, holding you in place as he descends, his tongue pressed flat against your cunt, catching the mixture leaking from you before burying his tongue between your folds like a man ravenous, desperate to taste you. You can’t stop the moans muffled and vibrating around Vessel’s thick cock, the musician—now your guiding hand, pressing you further down, his fingers gentle upon your head as though offering soft praise for your attempt to take him.

It’s quick for all three of you to become consumed in the moment of pleasure, your body thrumming with another building climax. Every flick of Noah’s tongue against your clit sends a coil tightening in your stomach, and before you have a chance to lean into it, he pulls away, bracing your hips as he replaces his mouth with his cock, sinking into you with such slow, skilled ease. You’d know his cock anywhere—the way your walls instantly envelope him, stretching to feel him—it’s as though you’re welcoming him home.

Pulling back from Vessel’s cock, you release a strangled sound, a soft “Noah” slipping from your lips. You swear you hear Vessel growl before he guides you back down against his cock, your mouth pressing sloppy, wet kisses along the shaft, cleaning the combined taste of you from it as Noah starts to drive his hips forward.

He’s not as gentle, though you didn’t expect him to be, and frankly, he can’t force himself to be. His own coil of pleasure is wound so tight he swears he’ll tip over any second, and he can’t help but bury himself as deep as possible—his thrusts deep and quick, aiming to drag you over the edge with him once more.

Your moans don’t stop, even as you try to occupy yourself with the thick cock in front of you, stroking your hand along its length and guiding him back to your mouth. Your tongue swirls around him like he’s the most delicious lollipop you’ve ever tasted—after Noah, that is. You’re not putting on a show on purpose, not when you’re being fucked as brutally as Noah can manage, driving you closer to the edge.

What started as something soft and sensual quickly descended into utter depravity between the three of you, and you couldn’t be happier. Even when you feel the force of Noah’s thrusts causing you to bounce slightly, his pace becoming more desperate and needy as his groans grow louder, unable to contain himself much longer. There’s no warning when his climax rips through him—only the forceful grasp and press of him inside you, holding you steady as his cock throbs with every pump, filling you.

Catching his breath, Noah leans over you, pressing a trail of soft kisses down your spine. You squirm beneath him, letting out a soft, contented sound as you kitten-lick over Vessel’s cock, whose fingers stroke sweetly at your cheek, offering gentle guidance and praise. His chest rumbles with a groan and a catch of breath every time you brush against the sensitive pierced tip.

Beneath you, Noah slips his hand between your thighs, his fingers quick to find your clit, rubbing circles on the sensitive nub in an attempt to coax another climax from you. If tonight had been about figuring out who was who, you’d easily forget with the way each of them has you orgasming until your mind is nothing more than bliss. It doesn’t take long for Noah to have you falling apart, clenching around his cock and using its pressure against your most sensitive spots as the final push to send you over the edge.

You all bask in the afterglow, Noah pulling you up the bed with Vessel’s help as they slot you between them both. Soft hands and mouths roam over one another as you allow yourselves the chance to come down—until you feel Noah slip away, leaving you with Vessel, who carefully leaves a trail of kisses along your collarbone, the distinct whispering of praise and sweet words caressing your skin.

In the distance, you hear the sound of the shower, and briefly your attention shifts, finding Noah already having shed the signature mask akin to Vessel’s.

“I thought I was supposed to guess?” you tease, gasping when you feel the faint grazing of Vessel’s teeth against a soft spot on your neck.

“Did you really need to guess?” Noah asks, a teasing lilt in his voice and his brow slightly raised as he approaches you both on the bed. “Besides, we should get you cleaned up.”

You feel the tie behind your head, where the blindfold sits, being carefully undone before Vessel allows you to slip away from him and follow Noah, who guides you into the bathroom.

When you slip beneath the water with him, you watch as the black paint—already smudged with his sweat—starts to wash away, your fingers tracing through it. For a few moments, your focus falls solely on one another, indulging in soft touches and kisses, until you feel the presence of another behind you in the large open shower.

A pair of hands settle at your waist, and warm lips press a kiss to the nape of your neck where Noah had gathered your hair. He keeps your mouth occupied while Vessel continues his exploration behind you. The heat of him so close, being caged by both of them, sends a tremble throughout your body, especially when you’re guided to lean back against the singer and it becomes clear neither of them are done with you yet for the night.

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[manmuncher777]

I can’t get the thought out of my head, choso def has a Prince Albert. But what if he had a split tongue 😜!!!!???

You read my mind nonnie!! Wrote this quick Drabble but I do have a pierced choso fic in the works, hope you enjoy xxx

It started so innocently.

Well, relatively innocently.

Choso had messaged you early that day, something about a surprise. Of course you naturally got excited thinking that he was bringing you choso late or taking you on a date of some kind. But you certainly werent expecting this.

Your boyfriend arrived, looking no different to normal, holding no chocolate in his hands, but a big smile on his face. When he came in he was practically buzzing with excitement. Showing off his latest look.

Opening his mouth, sticking out his tongue to show its new look. Split.

It suited him well, and at first you were just happy he was pleased with it, it matched his style well, and looked pretty cool. You couldn’t help but watch as it flicked out over his lips, travelling over the ring he already had in the skin. He couldn’t stop looking at it himself, having fun with the added movement it gave him.

It was the way he split his tongue when he smiled —

the two tips curling, parting, moving independently — slow and teasing.

You swallowed thickly, trying to focus on the book in your lap, but your thighs squeezed together automatically.

He noticed.

Of course he noticed.

“You like it,” he said, voice low and amused, tapping his bottom lip with a black-nailed finger. “Staring real hard, sweetheart.”

You glared at him — or tried to — but he just grinned wider, tongue flicking out again, twisting in the air.

And god help you, it was filthy.

Your mind raced with images you probably shouldn’t be thinking about.

What that tongue could do between your thighs.

How it would feel, split tips curling around your clit, teasing you from two sides at once.

You bit your lip — but Choso’s eyes locked onto the motion immediately, dark and heavy-lidded.

“C’mere,” he murmured, voice like velvet, patting the space between his legs.

Your body moved before your brain caught up.

You tossed the book aside and crawled over, settling yourself between his thighs, heart hammering wildly.

“Good girl,” Choso praised, voice rough.

“Wanna see what else it can do?” he asked, voice low and thick.

You nodded dumbly, breath catching in your throat.

Choso leaned in — so close your noses brushed —

and then dragged one forked tip along your bottom lip.

Then the other.

You shivered, gasping softly.

He smirked.

“Sensitive,” he teased, letting the twin tips trail lower — over your jaw, down your neck, until you were squirming under the feather-light touches.

“Choso—” you whimpered, hands grabbing uselessly at his shirt.

“I know, baby,” he rasped. “Been thinking about you since the second I got it done. Thought about how good you’d look crying on my tongue.”

You let out a broken sound, and Choso finally pushed you back, pinning you gently to the bed.

“Lemme show you,” he whispered, nuzzling into your neck, nipping lightly with his teeth. “Promise, gonna make you feel so good you’ll never think about anything else.”

Before you could respond, he was moving down — kissing over your collarbone, your ribs — tugging your clothes off with clumsy, impatient hands.

And when he finally got between your thighs —

oh god —

you barely had a second to prepare.

Because Choso’s split tongue was everywhere.

The difference was immense. The control he had over each tip of his tongue was amazing, and he was certainly putting his skills to use. Using each tip to trail teasingly between your folds, moving in sync one moment, and in opposite the next. The stimulation unlike anything you had ever felt before. Skin of fire with every movement he made.

Back arching off the bed as he teased you

Tips flicking against your clit — soft and fluttering

It was overwhelming — like being teased twice at once —

too much and not enough.

You were gasping, back arching off the bed, grinding up helplessly into his mouth.

“F-fuck,” you sobbed, hands flying to his hair, tugging hard — but it only made him groan against you, vibrations shooting straight through your core.

“So good,” Choso mumbled, tongue flicking faster now, messy and wet and obscene. “Taste so fucking sweet, baby, fuck—”

You barely registered your own moans, loud and desperate, as he worked you over ruthlessly, dragging you closer and closer to the edge.

When he curled both tips of his tongue around your clit — squeezing it lightly, flicking fast and filthy —

you shattered.

You came hard, thighs clamping around his head, body shaking uncontrollably.

Choso groaned, lapping you through it, split tongue never once stopping until you were sobbing his name.

When you finally slumped back against the mattress, boneless and gasping for air, Choso pulled back —

lips shiny, eyes dark and possessive.

He licked his lips slowly — twin tips dragging sensually over each other — and grinned down at you.

“Told you you’d like it,” he said, voice hoarse.

“And I’m just getting started, sweetheart.”

[beanarie]

this is not the next installment of "buck takes a mental health break". i mean, it is, but i'm skipping around a little.

~

"My godbaby just had a lovely christening, Uncle Buck."

"Athena! Hey. Oh, uh. Was that today?" He squints at his alerts. "No one's sent me photos yet."

"Yeah, huh. That was today. Guess the days are less distinguishable out on the open road. What have you been up to? Maddie tells me about your adventures. Didn't see you as a Graceland type of guy."

"That was Albert's idea."

"Oh, he dragged you there, did he? That whip of a thing that you could break like a toothpick?" She sounds good, far lighter than she did the last time he saw her, about a week after Bo's birth.

"Okay, I admit I was a little curious."

"And?"

"Did you know Elvis had an identical twin?"

"What?"

"Jesse. He was stillborn."

"So there could've been two of him walking around," she says. "Interesting thought. Is that all you got from it?"

"He lived in a regular place first, but his neighbors didn't like dealing with the crowds, so he asked his parents to find him a farmhouse."

"A farmhouse?" She laughs.

"Yeah." He chuckles quietly. "It didn't stay that way. You know, when I first saw it, I wondered why anyone would ever need that much. It felt greedy."

"It is!"

"Yeah, no. It is. Just. He didn't start out wanting a palace. He tried something much quieter, more- more normal. The people around him didn't like it."

She makes a thoughtful noise. "Listen, Buck. If you find a place that feels more like home-" She pauses. "Or feels the way this place used to feel, you hold onto it. Don't cut yourself off from something that could be exactly what you need just because it's new. That's an order, Firefighter."

"Understood," he says, blinking rapidly. "I- How are you holding up, Athena?"

"Today was a good day," she says, a little brittle. "I had one last week, too."

"Tell me about it?" he asks, tentatively, unsure if it's his place. And she does.

~

(Buck): Hey, when do I need to make a decision about coming back?

(Hen): What do you mean "make a decision"?

(Hen): You really don't know if you're coming back

(Buck): It still hurts

(Hen): I know. That will never go away completely. Bobby was too important.

(Buck): Not him. You guys. You said I made myself small, but I didn't just decide to do that. It was what everyone clearly wanted.

(Hen): Oh, Buck

(Buck): It might be better if I join another house

(Hen): Is that what you want?

(Buck): Not really

(Buck): But I can't go back to whatever that was. No one would talk to me. I felt like I was on fire.

Hen bubbles him for quite a while. Buck finishes his sandwich and brushes the sand off his pant legs. The sun is strong today, but there's enough of a breeze coming off the water that it doesn't feel overwhelming.

(Hen): I think because we knew your grief would be a lot, we didn't know how to handle it on top of our own. So we didn't even open the door. Then enough time went by, it seemed like you were past the worst of it and bringing it up might cause you to backslide.

Buck stares at her words and listens to the waves crashing.

(Hen): That doesn't make it okay

(Hen): I think Bobby would be pissed at us

(Hen): No, I KNOW he'd have thoughts. Loud ones. He loved you.

(Buck): He told me that, you know. That night.

(Hen): Did he?

(Buck): I didn't say it back

(Hen): He knew. We all knew.

(Hen): I'm sorry, Buck. I really am. This goes a little further than forgetting your birthday.

(Buck): I don't have a yard, or gutters. I don't have a house.

(Hen): I'll help you find one. When you're ready. Just say the word.

tagging: @peppermintquartz @chococara25 connected-dots, tumblr won't let me tag you

[show, you cannot tell me hen and buck have the kind of friendship where he does yard work for DAYS to make up for forgetting her birthday but she leaves him to drown alone in his grief and that's just, fine. do me a fucking favor]

[rookiesbookies]

One of my lovely little readers wants to hear about Konig’s PHAT Austrian cock? I got you.

Konig Dick Headcannons.

This man is the size of a bull and the whole barn. Like when yall fuck it’s down right a breeding session because I know he has a breeding kink and he’s too damn big not to.

With how veiny and leaky his uncut cock is with that beautiful piercing at the top? I’d never want to leave him. Im talking 8.3 inches and decently thick, but not as thick as I think Soap is. Thick base with a nice big tip but the rest of it is thin in comparison.

He knows just how to melt your brain with his prince albert piercing too. Massaging your clit with his tip, telling you he’s letting them meet and do introductions.

Teasing you already so much. You’re already so ready for his cock, begging for an orgasm, tired of clenching around nothing. The toys you were using while he was gone didn’t compare. You may have to make him do the clone a willy thing so you can properly feel something.

So when he’s finally inside you he loves to find that angle where he can just grind his hips lazily and tease that gummy spot with his piercing.

Does enjoy some roleplay but I do see the bedroom being where his anxiety really starts to show and his compensation begins to fail. He tries to be rough and dominant but he needs to make sure you’re ok. He knows he’s big and he knows it's heavy. He has to make sure you’re warmed up enough, he’s not just teasing to be cruel he swears.

He knows you’re on birth control but he begs to cum inside, he craves to breed you even if this home isn’t a stable environment yet. He wouldn’t bring a baby into this world yet but oh how his eyes roll back when you play along with his breeding fantasy.

He loves how you feel, he loves that his prince albert and his size doesn’t scare you. Oh god and if you ride him? He’s drooling, he can't focus, he’s so fucked out. Having a pussy that is all his? The thought alone turns him on. He craves to mold it into the shape of his dick so no other man could come close to pleasuring you, even if he knows how unrealistic that idea is.

Oh he’s still cocky in bed, but he’s definitely toned it down once he realizes you’re here to stay. Even if the cockiness is still full force when he jokes that you are both trying for a baby when he knows Krueger knows you’re on birth control and Horangi announces to him that it's a weird way of saying you’re both raw dogging.

And as cocky as he can be he’s definitely a pleasure dom in bed, your pleasure is all he cares about, his is a complete after thought.

[xandezsims]

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[funniestpersonalivefr]

could you do aftercare hcs for the resident evil men and women?

aftercare (resident evil men)

im dropping the other half with this one i promise 🙏. anyways obviously some nsfw themes so mdni and this is not proofread. include; albert wesker, leon kennedy, chris redfield, carlos oliveira, and ethan winters.

albert wesker:

he's not the best at it

to be fair you are probably the first person he cares about

wesker just lacks the experience with aftercare

if you bring it up he'll def start making more of an effort

he will leave immediately for work

wesker's arms are around you. he's holding you close, you can feel his breath on your neck. your hands comb through his blonde hair, disheveled from the night's activities. you're covered in hickeys, your hips have bruises from his grip. as the two of you sit in the silence, about to fall asleep, his phone goes off.

he sighs as he moves out of your touch in order to check. you watch his face, his jaw clenches in frustration as he reads the message.

"i'm sorry," is all he says as he gets up, getting dressed. just like that, with a kiss on your forehead, he's gone.

leon kennedy:

leon is a gentleman

he's such a sweetheart to you afterwards

he insists on cleaning up

leon is constantly wanting to improve

sometimes it feels like he's asking for a performance review

"are you okay?" he asks. leon takes a wash cloth and gently cleans the mess he left between your thighs. you nod your head at him, running your fingers through his hair.

"yeah, i'm fine," you reply back to him. he hums in response as he finishes cleaning up before he clears his throat.

"so uh, how did i do?" he asks somewhat sheepishly. you giggle at him, pulling him in for a kiss.

"leon, i can barely walk, you did amazing." he smiles at your response.

chris redfield:

king

everything about chris is huge so he's always taking such good care of you after sex

he's making sure he wasn't too rough

expect a bubble bath and massage from him

and he's gonna wanna cuddle after all of that

the two of you sit in the warm bathtub, chris is behind you as he helps clean you up. his touch is gentle as he places kisses along your shoulders.

you are relaxed into his touch, his hands gently massage shampoo into your scalp. any knots from your muscles disappear with his touch.

"you did so good for me," he mumbles into your skin as he kisses over the marks left behind. you smile and hum, moving just enough to capture his lips with yours.

carlos oliveira:

he's not big on like doing an entire bubble bath

however like chris everything about carlos is huge so he'll make sure you're okay

carlos is another one who can get rough in the heat of the moment

he'll plant a kiss on every mark to 'kiss it better'

big cuddler too

"you okay?" carlos asks, he's still hovering above you, looking down. you smile and nod, pulling him in for a kiss.

you pull away to give him an actual answer, "i've never been better." he chuckles at your words as he moves to get off you.

as he flops down next to you, he's quick to pull you against his bare chest. you rest your head, listening to his heartbeat. you let out a yawn, your exhaustion was evident. carlos smiled, kissing the top of your head and rubbing your back to encourage you to sleep.

ethan winters:

another sweetheart

ethan whimpers is a bottom, just need to get that off my chest

you are probably cleaning him up

however he is all over you after that

expect so many kisses and cuddles from him

you press a kiss to ethan's forehead as you climb off of him, his face is flushed as he catches his breath. you're quickly cleaning him up, he whimpers a little from your touch. you smile up at him, pressing another kiss to the side of his face.

once you return, he's wrapped around you. he buries his head into the crook of your neck, leaving soft kisses there. the feeling of his breath tickles, and you laugh a little as you pull him close.

"i love you so much," he mumbles against your skin as he falls asleep in your arms.

[nekrosdolly]

feline delight (18+)

albert finds you on the streets. too cute to pass up, he takes you home against your will.

a/n; sorry this took so long! hope it was worth the wait :D

cw; half-alive dove maybe eat, cat hybrid!reader, afab!reader, owner!wesker, kidnapping, captivity, stockholm syndrome, drugging, dubcon/noncon, body betrayal, leashing + collaring, reader doesn't wear underwear, manhandling, breeding kink, wesker likes seeing you in pain sorry, no prep (please prep irl), unsafe sex (p in v, clitoral stimulation, creampie, implied multiple rounds)

tags; @4inchfae @thatgirlgames @whiskers-my-beloved @icecream596

albert never had a penchant for pets, let alone a hybrid like yourself. bringing you in may have been the best thing he'd done in years. you needed a home desperately, regardless of how much you scratched and clawed at him when he'd carried you off to his research facility without so much as an introduction. you hear him rustle around in his pockets with one hand and then, the uncapping of something. before you can look at what it is, a fine needle pierces right into the muscle of your neck. your vision fades within seconds, and you stop scratching.

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you didn't know what to expect, but waking up in a cage clean and clothed hadn't been on your list. you thought you'd surely be dead. but, there you were, with a black long sleeve shirt and skirt, thigh-highs adorning the better half of your legs, and a black leather collar around your neck. looking around, a small bell attached to your collar rings. not moments later, you hear footsteps. you look up at the man who has taken you in- tall, blonde, and very intimidating.

albert crouches before the kennel you're cowering in and looks you over as if he didn't get a good enough look when he bathed you. you hiss quietly and shrink into one of the corners furthest from him, cool metal digging into your back with each attempt to get further away.

behind his shades, his hazel eyes thoroughly examine you. the fear you give off is aromatic with a faintly sweet undertone of something more. gratefulness, perhaps. he did bathe you, clothe you, and put you in a very nice kennel of your own. your collar is a perfect fit, no less, and even though you didn't ask for any of this, it's more than you know what to do with. you've no bruises, no gashes, no injuries. how strange.

he's pondering what to say to get you to calm down. to trust him a little. maybe come out of the kennel, but that would be for later.

"hello." he places a gloved hand on the kennel's top rather carefully, so as not to startle you, and leans in just a bit. his voice is nicer than you would think. a bit nasally, sure, and the accent is cheesy, but he could read you the yellow pages and you wouldn't mind.

"…" your silence makes his jaw clench by a fraction. he'll have to fix that. for now, he'll ease you into things.

"what's your name, little one?"

"haven't got one." you rasp, pulling your knees to your chest and resting your chin atop them. ears flat against your head, your tail swishing- cautious and afraid, you are, and well within your rights to be.

he nods.

"we'll have to fix that, won't we?" he forces a little smile on his lips when you nod. you're not sure why you do when, two seconds ago, you'd have run off if the kennel door was opened. he's smart, he's thought this through. you're not leaving the kennel until you trust him, unbeknownst to you. your tail is ramrod stiff on the cushioned floor of your captivity, and at least he was kind enough to furnish it for you.

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it's hard to trust him even though you know it would be smart to pretend.

he only lets you out to feed you, and from the start, he'd made it clear that if you tried to run, you'd be dead. at the same time, twice a day, he opens the cage for you to crawl out of. he extends his hand to you, looping his gloved fingers around your collar and guiding you to sit by his feet. he links a leather leash through the d-ring attached to your collar and walks you through his home, the environment sterile and hardly lived in.

it's when he puts you in his lap at the dining table and force feeds you that he fills the tense silence. the food itself is good, and you wonder if under different circumstances, you'd want him to be your owner. as you eat, he talks. you are, to some extent, grateful that he feeds you, even if he is only doing the bare minimum.

"have you been good, dear?" he asks, and you nod as per usual. it's rare that you decide to talk.

"good girl." he scratches the spot behind your ear, forcing you to lean into his hand and purr. he chuckles quietly. as he pets you, his stress melts away. you're so cute. a meek, naive little thing that he loves taking care of.

as dinner finishes, he picks you up and keeps you in his arms as he cleans up. you're silent, sedated by the drug he's put in your food, and you're bodering on falling asleep in his arms. a swell of pride of warms his chest as a little snore escapes you, followed by your tail wrapping around his arm.

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day by day, bit by bit, you miss him. he keeps you company when he's not at "work" or whatever that is, he talks to you, he pets you the way you like, and it's nice when you forget about how you got here. the only thing you've come to dislike is the lack of underwear. it's not that he can't afford some, it's that he enjoys your discomfort to a worrisome degree. he likes its easy access, even if he hasn't taken advantage of it (or you) yet.

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he comes around and you find yourself less defensive, thanks to your breeding cycle. you press your face against the bars of your enclosure.

"owner," you whine as he walks past, a spark igniting in your gut. his scent is stronger than it was this morning, and you're hyperaware of the growing warmth filling your body.

"yes, dear?" he stands at his closet, his back to you as he strips himself of his work clothes.

"can i come out?" you paw at the door of your cage, ignoring the rattling noise it causes.

he doesn't respond immediately, letting you stew in your silence for a moment as he finds something more casual to wear. you don't normally ask to come out- this is progress, proof of your trust.

"in a moment. let me get dressed, darling."

it's enough for you to stop whining. your tail swishes happily and your ears perk up when he approaches the cage in grey sweatpants and a black shirt and crouches down to undo the lock to the cage. you practically jump into his arms, purring loud when he wraps his big arms around you and pulls you into his chest.

"thank you." you murmur, nuzzling your cheek against his chest. his smell, like poison, makes you dizzy with desire. the warmth is growing uncomfortable, your ears pinned flat against your head.

he hums in response as he strokes your hair, a purr emanating from the depths of your chest. the heat spreads the more he touches you, pooling between your thighs. he tries not to notice when you rub them together and mewl pathetically.

"is something wrong?" his voice is a match to the flame in your gut.

it's your turn to be silent, trying to even out your breathing despite the overwhelming urge to lean in and take a nice, long whiff of the pheromones he gives off.

"darling, answer me. you know better." he says in a more stern tone, looking down his nose at you.

"… i'm in heat." you state quietly, avoiding his gaze. if you could see his eyes, you're sure they'd be wide and a little bit dark.

"are you, now?" he hoists you up in his arms as he stands, his forearms just under your ass. you're bent slightly over his shoulder. "we'll need to remedy that, won't we, pet?" he chuckles. a chill runs down your spine. just what have you gotten yourself into?

he's not a mean lover, just a little rough. he sets you on his bed and pushes you down with a cold hand to your chest as he moves on top of you. anxiety cools your blood, makes it like ice pushing through your veins.

"wh-what are you…?" he presses a finger to your lips, silencing you, and kisses your cheek.

"i've been waiting a long time for this, darling. it would be wise to avoid making me wait more." there's a threatening undertone to his voice, the burn of discomfort making itself known in your shoulders. he wedges his knee between yours, forcefully parting your thighs so he can trail his hand up them, pinching here and there just to see you flinch, and smooth two fingers along your weeping slit. a hint of a smile makes itself known as you shudder, thighs parting wider to accomodate his hand. his cold digits stop at the very top, feeling for your puffy clit, and rubs slow, tight circles around it.

you hate that it feels good, and you hate yourself for having a breeding cycle. a soft moan leaves you at his light touch, your eyes locked on the hand rubbing your clit. he presses down a little firmer, eliciting a whine from you.

"look, doesn't that feel much better?" he croons, his voice low with his lips so close to your ear. reluctantly, you nod, and that earns you the reward of his fingers rubbing you a little faster. you squirm a little, trying to get more than just surface-level pleasure.

"words."

"y-yes. that feels good, thank you." a hint of malice laces through your tone, but you're grateful for what he's giving you. your face is on fire as only the pathetic wet noises from your cunt fills the air, and you (try to) hide your face in your hands, only to be met with a sharp slap to your cunt. you flinch, the pain subsiding after he continues playing with your cunt. your hands come down from your face and instead grab the sheets.

your stomach tightens, twists into a coil that winds tighter with every pass over your hardened clit. but you can't cum like this, not when your breeding cycle is ongoing.

"owner- p-please, need more." you whine, and albert kisses your cheek as a response, denying you of what you need.

"such a needy thing. fine. you'll get what you want." he takes his hand from your pussy and to the waistband of his sweats, pushing them down rather impatiently, as well as his boxers. weeping, his cock is bright red at the tip from want (how long has he been hard for?) and large. you're worried.

he chuckles at your fear-stricken expression before grabbing your legs and pressing them against your chest.

"be a dear and hold these for me, hm?" he says, and you do as you're told. you hold your legs by the backs of your thighs, pressing them so your knees hit your chest. he strokes himself once, twice to the sight of you spread out for him, your cute cunt drooling. slick drips down your perineum, inviting him.

you watch him slot himself in place, the tip of his long cock dragging through your folds to bump your clit, making you gasp. your entrance clenches around nothing, a pitiful whine leaving you.

"greedy." he shakes his head softly as he lines himself up, and without warning, thrusts himself entirely inside you.

the stretch is worse than you imagined. you flinch away from him, but he grips your thighs and tugs you right back onto his cock. it hurts, and the burn is something you hadn't accounted for. tears prick at your lower lashline. he leans down, his frame practically engulfing yours, and kisses your cheeks.

"don't cry. struggling only makes it worse, you know." he coos, tapping your jaw. you nod softly and wrap your arms around his neck for support, sniffling as the tears trail down the sides of your face. to ease your discomfort, his hand works itself between the two of you again and thumbs at your clit, dulling some of the pain. another moment, and your tears have disappeared.

"y-you can move. m'okay." you mumble to albert's delight. he starts slow, mostly on your behalf, and hisses at just how tight you are around him as he thrusts shallowly into your aching cunt.

the moment you make a noise, he grips your thighs tighter and starts bullying his cock into you quite intensely. the tip of his cock kisses your cervix with every single harsh, downright mean, thrust. he's not doing this for you, and that becomes readily apparent. still, you can't deny that it feels good to be fucked.

albert's quiet, aside from small huffs and hisses of enjoyment. you're so wet, it's making a mess of his lower abdomen and thighs. the lewd slapping of skin on skin combined with your precious mewls and whimpers of pleasure spurr him on, his nails digging into your thighs. his cock brushes against the spongy spot inside you, making you cry out and arch your back off the bed.

"there- a-again, please!" you grab the hand not rubbing your clit and lace your fingers together as the pressure in the pit of your stomach builds and builds, leaving you dumb on your owner's cock. he complies with your request, if not to feel you cum then just to see your pretty face when you do.

he bullies that spot relentlessly, to the point where some of his hair falls in his face. gummy walls squeeze and suck him in more, a loud cry leaving you as you reach your peak. slick gushes from your already crying pussy, thoroughly coating the both of your lower halves. it's dripping from you as he continues pumping into your hole, the schlick noise amplified now.

"w-wait- wait-" you grab the hem of his shirt, but he ignores your protests.

"we're not finished until my precious girl has her cunt filled with cum." he moves your hand away, forcing yourself further into the mating press he's got you in. you can feel every single inch, and how the throb of his dick indicates his climax. a few more sloppy, mean thrusts and he's spilling his seed into you. decidedly, it's a good feeling, and you need much, much more. your heat ceases momentarily, however, as he keeps his cock inside to ensure that nothing leaks out. your tail wraps around his thigh, the end flicking happily.

"i mean filled in every sense of the word, darling." he gathers some of your slick that's coating his lower abdomen on two fingers and pushes them in your mouth, watching with delight as you kitten-lick them clean. a dark grin forms on his pale lips, his length twitching at the sight. it's then that you really give in, that you decide it's better to be this way- fucked full of his cum and brainless. a familiar heat flares in your gut once more.

[weskie]

Perfectionist (Albert Wesker x afab!Reader)

18+ | this man deserves to hump the bed, oral sex (reader receiving), afab anatomy gn!reader, amab version here | Fic Directory

Particular.  Methodical. Precise.

Starved.

All words fit to describe the way Wesker handles you.  Even now, even with his face buried between your legs, he works with such intense mindfulness.  Every swipe of his tongue, each bruising nibble to your thighs or heady suckle to your swollen bud is done with the sole intention of bringing you the most pleasure possible.  

Wesker is a perfectionist, and you are the canvas upon which he will paint.  He will carve the beauty of your bliss into this world one swipe at a time, for hours on end if he must. Even in the midst of such a primal deed, he is nothing but grace– until he isn’t.  Until you catch, by sheer luck, the sight of his hips grinding down against the bed.  Just once. 

Just one little slip of his self control.

But how fucking euphoric to know you push him to such extremes.  That the mere taste of your nectar can unravel his unyielding poise is enough to undo you.  With your hands in his hair, gripping, tugging, voice squeaking and pleading, you feel the lightning strike of your release burst through you.  It tingles into your limbs, down your spine.  You arch and squirm, but he holds you in place effortlessly.

He always does.

And he doesn’t stop…  

He laps at you through all of it, fingers beckoning slick from your quivering cunt to feed his insatiable appetite.  His little sounds aren’t lost on you.  The heavy, panted breaths; the little moan here or there; that one particularly drawn out hum of delight when your thighs clamped tight around his head.  

You peer from under heavy eyelids when you feel his lips at your thighs once more, peppering soft kisses as you come down from your release.  To your surprise, his gaze is anything but soft– so unlike his actions.  You find him staring with determined, voracious eyes– red as ever, boring deep into you.  The juxtaposition ignites the strangest blendings of anticipation and adoration.  He’s promising you silently and loudly all at once: you belong to him. 

You are his down to the molecular level and beyond– to the little building blocks of each and every atom in your body. He has made his claim.

The fingers within you continue their motions and his thumb falls to your tender bud.  Wesker is silent as he works you back to madness, basking in the trembling of your legs, nuzzling against the inside of your thigh to feel and watch each and every reaction.  

You can see him faltering again.  So subtle, but you catch the way his hips move. Poor thing. His pants must feel so tight by now… 

You wish he wasn’t so damn dignified all the time.  If he’d only accept that he was allowed the simple pleasures, that he could let go of some of that pride and hump the bed like any normal man.  God, you’d fucking love to see it.  Even just that little gyration was enough to make you clench around his digits.

You can see in his eyes that he’s doing everything in his power to resist it.  

You use your grip in his hair to push him back to your aching core.  His lips curl in a smirk at your clit and you wish more than anything that you could kiss that damned look off his face.  

“Mm, god!” You mewl, knowing full well what such an exclamation means to him. Not a plea to a higher power, no… 

That title is his. 

“So, so good…” you gasp, pushing up to meet his soft tongue. Through the haze, you see it happen again. The smallest arch of his back, the lightest rocking of his hips. 

Is that what he needs? 

“That's– that's it!” 

Again. 

“Al… oh god!” 

Let him know how good he’s doing.

You resist biting back a moan, just to further test the waters. You let those little whimpers sing freely, let his name fall from your lips and your hands tug and pull at his hair. You even dig one of your heels into his back, and then you hear it. 

Nearly silent, Wesker's gasping, open-mouthed whine reverberates against your sopping folds. The sound dances to your ears, more beautiful than any melody to ever grace the world. 

Your fingers curl tighter in his locks, pressing him closer. With your back arched and feet braced, you grind up against his face. Both of his arms lock around your thighs as if, by some measure, to remind you that it’s only by his good graces that you’re allowed to use him so wantonly. 

Another weak noise quivers against your aching cunt, and you find it in yourself to fight off the tendrils of release seeping through every fiber of your being just to watch him.

“I love it!” You gasp, perhaps just a little too breathily.  “L-Love you!”

Which, of course, earns you that reaction you so desperately want.  This time your treat is two sharp rocks of his hips and the unmistakable creak of the bedframe protesting against his strength.

You’re playing such a dangerous game with him.  What if you get what you want, hm?  What if you make the man-made god come in his pants?  What then?

Surely there will be consequences for pushing him into such a position.  Perhaps he’ll make you lick him clean.  No, no… that’s hardly a punishment.  What if he threw you over his knee?

Also not quite the worst case scenario.

So you sing for him.  With every little breath, you vocalize how good it feels, how good he feels, until suddenly those subtle grinds against the bed are anything but and he’s practically growling against your heat.  

His eyes are screwed shut, brow furrowed, tongue fucking in and out of you while his nose presses to your clit, and he humps against the bed as though the panopticon of his pride had never been there at all to observe such a desperate act unbecoming of a god.

The sight sends you hurtling over the edge, back rising from the bed as you shiver and shake and gush more slick for his greedy tongue.  His name falls from your lips over and over like a prayer, and by the time your back hits the bed once more you hear and feel him finding his own release as he thrusts away at nothing.

The thought alone of what just happened is enough to make you see stars…

You pet through his hair affectionately, cooing praise until those piercing eyes crack open and stare lazily through the haze.  His mouth stays pressed at the base of your mound, slick glistening at the tip of his nose and the curve of his cheek– too invested in painting his masterpiece to realize he’d become part of it.

Eventually though, you manage to get him to crawl back up.  You thumb away at the mess, utterly hypnotized when he grabs your wrist and sucks your digit clean. You can see it in his eyes… You feel it in the way he kisses you.

Ever the perfectionist, Albert Wesker is far from finished with you.