fckfield.

NSFT SIDEBLOG TO RESCUEFIELD. MINORS DON'T INTERACT.

[fckfield]

NSFT SIDEBLOG TO RESCUEFIELD. SCARCELY TAGS, MUST BE MUTUALS ON MAIN BLOG TO INTERACT BUT PRIOR SHIP PLOTTING INSN'T REQUIRED.

01. conduct , 02. prompts , 03. headcanons

[fckfield]

so anyway ... prone bone queen

[fckfield]

( edge ) for the sender to prolong the receiver’s orgasm.

he'd caught her red handed snooping through his stuff in search of evidence she could use for her investigation, too much self assurance on her part making claire fail to see she had been followed all the way and blocked any way out - her intrusion of privacy was just as planned as the punishment, she just can't prove it at the moment. "i thought you were cheating on me," she makes herself sound whiny on purpose, somewhat vapid when they both know she was there for the hard stuff. "i didn't mean to doubt you, baby ..."

it's not claire's first rodeo being tied to a chair - it is however the very first time being tied on a love chair of sorts, naked and exposed for the man as he pokes and prods her entrance with a magic wand at full settings. what the fuck kind of punishment even is? from the tent of his pants, claire figures it's not helping him much either. she's just about to come undone for the umpteenth time when toy gets dragged away, claire's own hips bucking forward to chase her orgasm once again.

lips part to speak again, not beg for her life but at least to go out with a good bang. walls of her pussy flutter and clench around nothing, head shaking just enough to brush away a few auburn strands from her face. "do you still like me baby?" teeth bite on lower lip, heavy exhale. "i know you want me baby," she can tell in the way he looks at her - whoever had wanted her dead before never looked at her like that. "let me make it up to you," a moment of silence, jak's own chair dragging on the floor as he gets up. blue hues watch him stand in front of her, unzip his pants. the wand starts buzzing again.

[fckfield]

haste: for our muses to get intimate with little time available.

the whole ordeal had started on the premise that claire's anxiety over holding a speech was eating at her from the inside - always used to speak in the name of terrasave, us rather than me; being put on the spot like that has never been her style. and here comes jake catching her while smoking one last cigarette in the balcony, cocky like few will be in these types of events, offering a distraction claire should know better than to accept.

dress pooled at her waist and overflowing at her sides, claire mindlessly grinding against jake's clothes length, at her own pace, chasing her own relief as he whispers praises and filth in her ear. "we shouldn't do this," heaved out as manicured fingers grip tight on his shoulders, a wet patch already forming on the fabric of her panties. "fuck," he starts grinding back into her and claire's world stops, head thrown back and anxiety about her speech long forgotten to leave space to the sudden need of having jake's cock inside her.

"don't tell anyone about this," something uncomplicated would absolutely cause the kind of drama claire is way too old to deal with at the moment. hand reaches down between them, palming at his length before tugging at the waistband. "you wanna fuck me?" crass, she knows - but time is limited. gaze drops in between them, claire biting lower lip at the thought of being taken right there. "come on, i don't have all day."

[fckfield]

[15.] sender fucks receiver with one arm wrapped around their neck in a loose headlock. 🙂‍↕️

she can always tell when it's getting close to the time their ways part. frank won't talk much, but there will be signs - an hand suddenly sneaking on her hip, trailing her stomach and stopping to cup her breast as hardening length presses against her ass. it's their idea of spooning, naked and still nursing bites and bruises from the night before, never really satisfied; if claire had it her way, they would stay in bed all day.

"morning," she greets hoarsely, head nudging back toward frank as he not so sneakily nuzzles into her hair. she's not surprised by what comes next - cock adjusted between her thighs, other arm loosely settling around her neck. he kisses her neck with intent, length sliding between her folds so painfully slow as he keeps fondling and groping her. too pretty to not be marked he slurs, the bites she gave him returned on freckled skin in places only her and frank will know exist.

head of his cock slips in a few times just to patiently be moved back to its place, a prolonged torture of sorts that actually hides enough about how neither wants it to end. muscle brushes against her lips a few times for claire to kiss, then lick, then bite - soon enough frank is thrusting into her as if that was the last thing they'll ever do together, fingers grabbing at her so strong at her that claire already knows will leave a bruise, if not his hand print.

"harder," is all she can say as thrust switch in pace and frequency, frank's arm just close enough to her neck that her body has to remain pressed against his. head tilts to side and mouth falls open just in time for frank to shove his fingers inside, keeping her in place as he pounds in what feels reckless abandon but she knows is more controlled than either would like to admit. it doesn't take much for her to roll on her stomach, ass up just enough to arch her back as frank follows, arm still around her neck.

[absolmemes]

☾ raunchy action prompts.

back again with more usfw prompts. mature audiences only; do not interact if you are a minor. add +reverse to reverse the roles. combine prompts by sending multiple at once. only use these prompts to portray consensual scenarios.

[01.] sender bends receiver over a desk and fucks them from behind.

[02.] sender presses receiver against a window and takes them from behind.

[03.] sender lifts receiver onto the kitchen counter and spreads their legs.

[04.] sender pulls receiver onto their lap in the backseat of a car, fogging up the windows.

[05.] sender fucks receiver against a wall, holding a leg up to support them.

[06.] sender and receiver have sex in a tent while camping, trying to stay quiet.

[07.] sender holds receiver steady against shower tiles, fucking them while hot water streams down their bodies.

[08.] sender pulls receiver into a mating press, folding them in half.

[09.] sender sits back and has receiver ride them reverse cowgirl.

[10.] sender pins receiver against a wall and fucks them in standing doggy position.

[11.] sender fucks receiver with their ankles on sender's shoulders.

[12.] sender and receiver have desperate sex in an expensive hotel room.

[13.] sender holds receiver tight as they bend them over a balcony late at night.

[14.] sender pushes receiver's face into the pillow while pounding them from behind.

[15.] sender fucks receiver with one arm wrapped around their neck in a loose headlock.

[16.] sender slaps receiver in the face.

[17.] sender holds both of receiver's wrists in one hand.

[18.] sender grips receiver's jaw and forces them to maintain eye contact.

[19.] sender hooks their fingers into receiver's mouth, forcing it open wider.

[20.] sender writes their name on receiver's skin with marker.

[21.] sender fucks receiver's throat until spit runs down their chin.

[22.] sender uses their fingers to muffle receiver's moans.

[23.] sender makes receiver count every thrust out loud.

[24.] sender forces receiver to thank them after every thrust/slap/hit.

[25.] sender holds receiver's jaw and makes them repeat "i'm yours" while buried inside of them.

[26.] sender leaves bruises on receiver's thighs from their tight grip.

[27.] sender manhandles receiver into a new position.

[28.] sender makes receiver grind against their shoe/boot.

[29.] sender keeps receiver on their knees with a boot between their thighs.

[30.] sender pulls receiver into the laundry room at a house party, barely drowned out by the blaring music.

[31.] sender fucks receiver in the club/bar bathroom, listening for footsteps just outside the door.

[32.] sender makes receiver watch themselves in the mirror while being fucked.

[33.] sender holds receiver's head back by the hair and lets a string of spit fall into their mouth.

[34.] sender grips receiver's hips and guides them to ride their thigh.

[35.] sender releases and reapplies pressure around receiver's neck as they edge closer to climax.

[36.] sender spanks receiver for their disobedience.

[37.] sender and receiver have aggressive hate sex.

[38.] sender accidentally says "i love you" during sex.

[39.] sender, fully clothed, fucks a naked receiver.

[40.] sender rips receiver's clothes while feverishly trying to undress them.

[moosings-deactivated20231019]

“SUNDAY” THEMED PROMPTS (+18/CW)

ₓ ˚ .   ୭   ˚ ○ ◦ ˚      as always, some triggering content may be present! change any pronouns to better suit your muse(s) needs!     ˚ ◦ ○ ˚   ୧   . ˚ ₓ

ACTIONS          (   add +reverse to switch the sender and receiver   )

( undress )     for the sender to undress something off of the receiver.

( gentle )     for the sender to kiss the receiver’s hand.

( photograph )     for the send to take a photo of the receiver.

( mark )     for the sender to give the receiver hickies/love marks. 

( tug )     for the sender to tug on the receiver’s hair.

( caress )     for the sender to caress the receiver’s cheek.

( kiss )     for the sender to kiss the receiver on the lips.

( trace )     for the sender to trace their finger of the receiver’s body.

( rake )     for the sender to rake through the receiver’s hair with their fingers.

( spank )     for the sender to spank the receiver.

( bind )     for the sender to tie-up/bound the receiver in any way.

( embrace )     for the sender to amorously embrace the receiver.

( send )     for the sender to send the receiver a dirty text/photo.

( edge )     for the sender to prolong the receiver’s orgasm.

( record )     for the sender to consensually record the receiver.

( star )     for the sender to be consensually recorded by the receiver.

( tickle )     for the sender to tickle the receiver.

( massage )     for the sender to massage a part of the receiver’s body.

( speak )     for the sender to whisper something dirty/erotic in the receiver’s ear.

( trail )     for the sender to leave a trail of kisses on the receiver.

( cover )     for the sender to blindfold the receiver.

( dance )     for the sender to dance sensually for the receiver.

( lap )     for the sender to sit on the receiver’s lap.

( tongue )     for the sender to lick a part of the receiver’s body.

( watch )     for the sender to watch the receiver be intimate solo.

( perform )     for the sender to be intimate solo while the receiver watches.

SCENARIOS         (   “intimate” can mean as much or as little as you want!   )

bath:     for our muses to share a bath together.

car:     for our muses to get intimate inside a car.

rent:     for our muses to rent a motel/hotel room together.

show:     for the sender to knowingly dance while the receiver watching.

eyes:     for the sender to watch the receiver dance.

club:     for our muses to get intimate at a club.

lingerie:     for the sender to try on lingerie for the receiver.

react:     for the sender to react to the receiver trying on lingerie for them.

quiet:     for our muses to get intimate while avoiding getting caught.

aftercare:     for our muses to participate in aftercare together.

tease:     for our muses to intimately tease each other in public.

invite:     for the sender to invite the receiver to a quickie.

mornings:     for the sender to intimately wake the receiver up.

shower:     for our muses to share a shower together.

work:     for our muses to get intimate at someone’s place of work.

haste:     for our muses to get intimate with little time available.

closet:     for our muses to get intimate in a closet

stall:     for our muses to get intimate in a public/private bathroom stall.

DIALOGUE        (   change any pronouns!   )

kiss me, here.

shhh…

am i hurting you?

I’ll make it up to you.

I was thinking about you all day.

let’s go home early…

i need you.

does that feel good?

i could stay like this forever.

i don’t wanna be alone tonight.

last night was a mistake.

i think that was the best i ever had.

i can’t believe we just did that.

you’re really good at that.

that was… amazing.

you’re being so good for me.

i can’t wait any longer.

i want you to stay, with me.

you’re such a tease.

your skin is so soft.

you have to be quiet.

i’m so hot for you right now.

tell me you want me.

let me take care of you.

you are so fucking sexy.

tell me how you want it.

touch me.

can i touch you here?

stay with me tonight.

i want you inside of me.

another round?

i think i’m in love with you.

only if you behave…

you wanna mess around?

god, you’re perfect.

touch yourself for me.

tonight is all about you.

time to return the favour.

are you comfortable?

i think i’m in love with you.

[fckfield]

❝   every   part   of   me  is   yours  —  just   say  the  word.   ❞

warm breath continues ghosting over the older woman's skin, a few kisses peppered here and there as knowing grin begins to form at corners of lips. oh, to have the jill valentine underneath her whispering words of belonging ... it fills claire's ego some, slow torture like gentle contact coming to an end as azure hues search for jill's gaze. "every part of you is yours," they're fooling around maybe, but it doesn't change the fact claire wants this to be enjoyable for both. "but i love you for sharing it with me," ass opposed to be taken with treachery and mind games - something claire would never do and resents those who have tried.

"i want you to lay down and feel my breath on you," she resumes her ministrations some, gaze never leaving jill's. "i've wanted you like this for so so long," it remains stuck in her mind unable to explain feeling younger and desiring to be looked at, smiled at - just a tiny bit of contact and lingering gazes and claire's pictures still in the rubble of jill's old apartment. "where do you want me, jill?" a few open mouthed kisses along inner thigh, claire's own hips grinding against the mattress at the thought of finally burying her face into the woman's folds. "come on, let me make you feel good," you say the word, claire wants to add.

nose nuzzles against exposed clit, taking in the smell of sweat and sleak and wanting nothing more to just latch onto it. one hand reaches up to rest along jill's hip, the other reaching around her thigh to lift her leg above claire's shoulder. "bet you taste divine."

[fckfield]

"miss redfield likes them begging" write that down it's extremely important

[fckfield]

❝ spread your legs. let me see how ready you are for me. ❞

claire's had ... one fucking hell of a day. medical had assured that nothing was too damaged throughout her escape from sonido de tortuga, vitals extremely perfect for someone who had been shot. she hadn't thought much of that in truth, something is wrong with her, it just doesn't seem to be too much of a bother for now. jak's visit doesn't seem much of a surprise to claire - the guy gets in and out of her place unnoticed, gives her a good fuck as a reminder of old times, and she absolutely loves it every fucking time. in turning the lights on in her apartment and finding him waiting for her, claire can't help but feel excitement rush down her spine and straight at the pit of her stomach.

never been one for niceries, it doesn't make long before his clothed length is pressing hard against claire's ass, grinding between slit of plump meat; his hands are both palming at her breasts, kneeding, twisting the bars pierced on her nipples with carefully precise movements. she could come from his voice alone, whispering filth in her ear as he keeps her body slotted between his legs. head falls back to rest on jak's shoulder, nose buried in the crook of his neck as legs spread further apart - she's got half a mind that he's staring at the fluttering hole between her folds from the mirror across her bedroom, labored breath as her own hand sneaks down to give the younger man a show.

"i want your cock," honest in tone, a matter of fact - claire's had a shitty day, his monster cock sliding into her could be the only thing fixing her brain right now. "i need it throbbing," all nice and warm nestled in her cunt to fill her over and over. one, two, three fingers slip knuckles deep and thrust faster, free hand reaching to grab jak's jaw so that thumb can brush over lips. "you wanna taste how ready i am baby?" beat, teeth biting on lower lip mischievously. finally she slips out from herself, fingers coated in her own cum. "big boy like you needs to eat well."

[busyw0man]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆  𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞   &   𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧   (usft   prompts)

𝐝𝐨𝐦

❝   don’t   look   away   from   me   unless   you   want   to   be   punished.   ❞

❝   you   don’t   get   to   come   until   i   say.   ❞

❝   good.   now   stay   exactly   like   that   while   i   enjoy   what’s   mine.   ❞

❝   make   a   mess.   i’ll   clean   it   up   with   my   mouth.   ❞

❝   keep   begging.   it   sounds   better   the   more   desperate   you   get.   ❞

❝   you’re   going   to   take   every   bit   of   what   i   give   you.   ❞

❝   i   could   ruin   you   with   just   my   voice,   you   know   that?   ❞

❝   your   only   job   right   now   is   to   fall   apart   for   me.   ❞

❝   touch   yourself   —   but   don’t   you   dare   finish   until   i   tell   you   to.   ❞

❝   every   inch   of   you   belongs   to   me.   don’t   forget   that.   ❞

❝   open   wider,   baby.   let   me   hear   those   pretty   sounds.   ❞

❝   on   your   knees.   not   for   worship   —   because   that’s   where   you   belong.   ❞

❝   keep   your   hands   behind   your   back.   i   want   you   trembling,   not   touching.   ❞

❝   you   don’t   need   to   think   —   just   obey.   ❞

❝   i   want   to   hear   you   cry   from   how   good   it   feels.   ❞

❝   spread   your   legs.   let   me   see   how   ready   you   are   for   me.   ❞

❝   say   my   name   when   you   come.   say   it   like   you   mean   it.   ❞

❝   no   one   else   gets   you   like   this.   only   me.   ❞

❝   i   want   you   ruined,   wrecked,   and   whispering   my   name   in   your   sleep.   ❞

❝   we’re   not   done   until   i’ve   broken   you   in   all   the   right   ways.   ❞

𝐬𝐮𝐛

❝   please,   use   me   how   you   want.   ❞

❝   i   ache   for   your   hands.   your   voice.   your   control.   ❞

❝   tell   me   what   to   do.   i’ll   do   anything.   ❞

❝   ruin   me.   please.   i   want   it   rough.   ❞

❝   i   don’t   want   gentle   tonight.   i   want   owned.   ❞

❝   i’ll   behave.   just...   don’t   stop   touching   me.   ❞

❝   please   tell   me   i’m   doing   good.   please   —   i   need   to   hear   it.   ❞

❝   i   want   to   be   your   favorite   toy.   your   prettiest   problem.   ❞

❝   your   praise   does   things   to   me   i   can’t   explain.   ❞

❝   i   can   take   it.   even   if   i   cry,   i   want   it.   ❞

❝   you   make   me   feel   so   small.   and   i   love   it.   ❞

❝   i’m   not   shy.   i   just   want   to   be   perfect   for   you.   ❞

❝   i   want   to   fall   apart   for   you   and   only   you.   ❞

❝   every   part   of   me   is   yours   —   just   say   the   word.   ❞

❝   i   love   when   you   make   all   the   decisions.   ❞

❝   being   used   by   you   feels   better   than   anything   else.   ❞

❝   tie   me   down.   don’t   let   me   escape   the   way   you   love   me.   ❞

❝   i’ll   cry   for   it.   moan   for   it.   beg   for   it.   just   say   the   word.   ❞

❝   i   need   your   hands.   your   mouth.   your   permission.   ❞

❝   please   break   me   a   little.   i   want   to   feel   it   tomorrow.   ❞

[mattsundaes]

in this house we respect the “we shouldn’t be doing this” to dry humping to wet messy pussyjob to “fuck it” creampies pipeline.

[kinkysappho]

in the mood to eat a girl’s pussy all slow and messy while she lies there looking beautiful

[fckfield]

❛  i’ve  been  waiting  for  this  all  night . // DON'T WORRY ABOUT ITTTTTTTTTTTTT.

ethan buries himself to the hilt and the world stops spinning for a fraction of a moment. hips buckle and a drawn out moan reaches ears as his face hides in the crook of claire's neck, one hand tight on her waist and the other cradling the back of her head. she tries to stay in the moment as much as she can - head tilting to side and jaw going slack at the fullness between her legs, the throbbing of him and the clenching of her walls already twisting something at the pit of her stomach. she tells herself it's the thrill and adrenaline after a long time sparring, it's that lingering anger at the outside forces that move the world as they know it. and all of this is just as true as the simple fact that claire really really likes the way ethan feels inside her, and it never feels enough.

leg hikes up as he moves inside her, never pulling out in a sinuous movement that only makes her want to cage him deeper as if it could even be possible. i've been waiting for this all night he tells her, her preferred pace to come known by heart at this point and she just lets him lead - knowing how to fuck her good only makes her want to receive him more. it shouldn't feel as exhilarating as it does when he comes inside her one more time, folds getting sleeker and sleeker the more he fills her up. "same," she counters breathless, nails digging into skin of his back as her hips keep moving of own volition to chase one more orgasm, past time until he's growing hard inside her again and starting over.

it's when eyes look up at the ceiling that she finds veins of black and dark tones becoming one with the paint, its smell mixing with that of sweat and sex. maybe it's the mold getting to her head she thinks, ethan's found the way to sneak in her thoughts and fill them only with this need to have his cock and this mildly comforting goo leaking from her folds - proof that they had fun, that she's not at all disgusted by what he's become in the aftermath of trying to do the right thing. they're not so different in the end. "one more time?" god she could really take him forever, or as long as he feels like he's stuffed her good. cum sticks against her thighs when she settles more comfortable, fingers gently running through blonde strands. "i want it so bad." i want you so bad.

[fckfield]

shouldn't be controversial but y'all should let claire walk you around on a leash

[mewnbuns]

half asleep morning sex that’s sooo lazy and slow, his hands hot beneath your shirt, your ass grinding back against him, his lips on your throat

[fckfield]

inside the stall of restroom in a bar.

claire's got the feeling she's being followed halfway through the path from her hotel room to the bar. terrasave was supposed to be part of this convention about the environment, which went relatively smooth all things considered - night time could be devoted to up to no good shenanigans for once, knowing her colleagues would most likely be fine with a little round of drinks before departing in the morning. "you're not being stealthy," she mentions over loud music when taller frame sits next to her by the counter. gaze drifts to her colleagues, too busy caring about her own nonsense when new opportunities in a new country would be overflowing until next day. "don't think you wanted to, though."

one beer in is definitely not much to feel bold, but it's not like claire hasn't been in this predicament while sober before - a girl can be in need of some action, no shame in that. body slides off stool in one elegant move, teeth biting on lower lip as she lingers just about to make her intentions known. it's a whirlwind from there: jakša following her along the hallway leading to the bathrooms, music getting more and more muffled as they walk away from the main area. it really takes a second for him to check whether someone was in the stalls, push her in and lift claire up against the wall digging deep into skin of exposed thighs.

"you keeping tabs on me?" asked almost breathless, head tilting to expose her neck to his teeth and lips. their arrangement was long ended - on a sour note considering he'd always known what her objective was. to see despite efforts justice hadn't run its course leaves claire feeling somewhat conflicted. "missed it this much?" a tease in spite of a potentially dangerous outcome, claire wastes no time finding the zipper of jakša's pants, palm flat against fabric of his underwear. "say the word," as if she would deny herself the pleasure, but it's still fun to see the sligh irritation on his features.