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Interests/Willing To Write
☽ silent hill, final fantast vii, seventeen (will not write for these)
☽ dispatch : robert ; waterboy ; flambae (absolutely no f!reader) ; malevola ; coupe ; sonar ; golem ; blonde blazer ; prism ; punch up ; phenomaman ; invisigal
☽ marble hornets/creepypasta : tim ; brian ; alex ; jay ; jessica ; toby rogers ; eyeless jack ; jeff the killer ; jane the killer
☽ naruto : too many characters to write down just know i 🖤 this series
☽ fullmetal alchemist : roy ; riza ; izumi ; scar ; olivier ; jean ; lust
☽ strangers from hell : moonjo ; jongwoo
☽ resident evil : leon ; ada ; jill ; carlos ; claire
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Do's/Don'ts In Writing
☽ Do smut ; fluff ; angst ; horror ; au ; x reader ; headcanons ; scenarios ; ship fic ; gay/lesbian ; ftm ; mtf ; nonbinary ; sub ; dom ; breeding ; bdsm ; vanilla ; etc!
☽ Don't animals ; scat ; vomit ; anything having to do with children ; incest ; cnc ; ddlg/age play ; oc’s
☽ Do Not Interact if you are a minor, bigot, support AI, have skewed ideals, or don't like gay ppl bc why are u on my blog dawg
a/n: smth very small for now because all of the alt waterboy art i keep seeing is driving me so crazy ahhh!!!!! border by @/cursed-carmine
⸝⸝ Already someone who’s lively and loves to be included, he’s such a perfect partner to enter into the music scene with!!
⸝⸝ Loves bands on a smaller scale, being able to go to a bar on a random Friday and almost always manage to catch a local show was so fun to you and him.
⸝⸝ He would drag you there every single time, pushing through to the front so you guys could let loose in front of the performers, laughing and body colliding with other concert goers in the small pit. When someone’s fist got a little too close to you though, he’d always try to make sure you get the least hurt with a couple of body blocks.
⸝⸝ Don’t get it wrong though, he definitely loooves bigger crowds too. Has 100% tricked/convinced you into going to a Gwar concert wearing only white, giggling at your screams as you both were drenched in fake blood— he’d of course apologize with more giggles and kisses later.
“It’s so cold!!”
“Oh! I’ll get you a sleeve- a long sleeve from the merch table!”
⸝⸝ He’d be at your apartment so often, always cross legged on the floor as you pushed his hair back with a fluffy headband, doing his makeup and sneaking in little kisses when his eyes are closed— and of course he’d do yours too :3 everything from white facepaint, black eyeliner/eyeshadow, lipstick, etc. (the straightener is his worst enemy)
⸝⸝ And it’s never crazy for a night with you two to typically end in giggles, some shots of alcohol, a record player, and a table to dance on. Malevola and Sonar brought pizza over at least once a week, joining in on your two-man party with a couple of board games and usually ending the night with a cheesy Tubi slasher flick. (you already know that Herm and Sonar are cuddling each other in fear while you and Mal are cackling at the screen)
summary ༺๑ˊ- you had one job— but you couldn't care enough. so robert sets you straight.
pairing(s) ༺๑ˊ- robert robertson x z-team!female!reader (gender-neutral)
cws ༺๑ˊ- unestablished relationship (boss and employee), semi-public sex, kinda dub-con (implied reader and robert mutually want each other Badly), brat tamer robert, Robert Is Mean, oral f!receiving, penetration f!receiving, one orgasm denial, overstimulation, one mention of vaping (prism's fault. love her)
requested? ༺๑ˊ- yes/no
a/n: condensed 4 different brat tamer robert requests together <3
it was infuriating.
you were capable, hell, you'd even argue you were one of the most capable on the z-team.
yet, robert keeps sending you on useless missions, putting you to waste, tossing you around uselessly.
you wanted him to know you were done with it. it was his fault for sending you to a middle school to do a motivational speech.
you didn’t show up. cold turkey'ed the event. poor kids. whatever.
"are you fucking serious?" robert's voice blared into your earpiece as he saw your location in downtown, walking aimlessly.
that pissed him off to no end.
"get back to the office. third floor west conference room. now." his voice let no room for argument.
“oooh, someone’s in trouble…” prism sang over the mic, snorting out a laugh.
aw, it was like being called to the principal's office once again.
you tossed your earpiece into your locker as you got back to torrence, lazily throwing a hoodie on before going upstairs.
you just had to hear another dumb lecture, then be on with your day.
right?
right…
"all you had to do was fucking talk for what? maybe five minutes?"
robert slammed his hands down on the glossed wooden conference table. his head hung down, his frustration palpable.
you plopped yourself down casually on one of the office chairs.
"okay, and i had nothing motivational for them." you shrugged, slipping a vape out of your pocket for a quick hit. "i guess my skills weren't up to your mission."
was that prism's fucking vape? oh, he was so fucking done with you.
robert scoffed as he ripped the dumb thing out of your hand, tossing it on the table. he towered over where you were lounged back against the chair. "so, what are you gonna do to make sure you can follow my orders?"
"maybe just don't send me on stupid-ass missions, i don't know." you sighed, blinking up at him.
robert bent to your eye level, hands planted on the arm rests of your chair.
"guess i will need to get into that thick skull after all."
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his hands were all over you. grabbing at your hips, pushing at your waist, wrapping over to your stomach.
your front was pressed up against the wall of the conference room, robert's frame right behind you to keep you pressed there.
"yeah, i bet you like taking advantage of your subordinate, fuck," you mocked, groaning as his hand snaked around to hold the front of your neck, forcing your head back.
robert rolled his eyes. you two both had a history with sexual tension with each other. many hr violations condoned. this wasn't new.
"keep it up. see what happens." he muttered next to your ear, his knee pressing up into your center. "bet you wanna see what happens though, huh?"
he chuckled as you bit back a moan, feeling you try to keep your hips still. you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you so needy.
robert's hand let go of your neck, tracing down your chest, to your stomach.
"you're weird," you hissed, subconsciously arching into his touch.
"yeah, lets just ignore the fact you're humping my thigh like a little bitch in heat."
oh. you were. your pelvis was making small, desperate circles against the thigh pinning you to the wall.
well, that's embarrassing.
"sh- shut up!" you grumbled, squirming slightly under him. his hands slipped under the waistband of your pants, playing with the edge of your underwear.
"you just don't learn," robert shook his head, feeling your body still as his fingers inched under the cotton of your undergarment. "are you seriously this wet already?"
his middle finger traced your slit teasingly, like he was testing you.
fuck, you wanted more. no, needed it.
"do something already—!" you complained with a roll of your eyes, grinding down on his teasing finger.
robert chuckled. the pad of his finger circled your clit, shushing you.
you let out a small gasp, letting out a long breath as your eyes fluttered shut. your hips undulated with the stimulation, trying to focus on it.
"there you go," robert muttered. fuck, you could start feeling yourself getting closer. "can feel it throbbing."
low moans spilled out of you, the gentle yet consistent stimulation was causing warm tingles to start to build in your lower stomach.
but as quick as the pleasure built, it disappeared.
"fuck, why—why'd you stop?" you whined in frustration as he pulled his hand out of your underwear, sucking his finger clean. "fuck you, i—"
robert hauled you onto the cold surface of the table, interrupting your blubbering.
he impatiently tugged at your pants and underwear, peeling them down your legs.
"you're too sensitive to be talking all that shit," he hummed, tracing your inner thighs and watching you twitch, proving his point.
your thighs tried to press together. "no i'm fucking no-ahh, fuck," a groan teared from your throat as he thumbed at your clit again, shutting you up.
"that's better." robert murmured, hands hooking beneath your knees to push your thighs up against your abdomen.
his head leaned down, the flat of his tongue licking a stripe up your slit, testing the waters. you tasted so good.
robert moaned into your pussy as the tip of your tongue circled your entrance, teasing up to lap at your clit. "maybe this is why you're such a bitch. all your sweetness went down here," he teased.
you couldn't even speak as his lips sealed around the sensitive bud, back curling off the table.
you were already close. him leaving you on edge made you all pent up. robert smiled against your wetness knowingly.
your orgasm was sudden, one you couldn't feel the build up of. it happened like a twig being snapped, hips lurching up toward his face.
robert's tongue laved over your sweetness, not giving you a moment of respite.
one of his hands let go of your knee, pressing down on your lower stomach as he greedily slurped at you.
"you wanted to cum so bad, right? so fucking take it," he muttered into your folds, nose nudging at your clit as he lapped at you to get more of your essence.
"fuck— robert, what the hell—!" you yelped as he took the sensitive bundle of nerves back in his mouth, suckling as the tip of his tongue pressed against it.
you just came, you were too sensitive. but he wouldn't stop.
not until you gave him another one, at least.
his hands went to hold your hips instead as you tried to yank away, keeping you pressed against the wood of the table as his tongue ran over your clit in circles.
"fuck off— fuck you, fuck—!" you babbled, hands reaching down to grip his shaggy hair, not knowing if you were trying to pull him closer or push him away.
robert smiled against you, knowing your brain is finally starting to go dumb. perfect.
his brown eyes gazed up at you as he lapped at your sopping pussy, groaning into you at the sight.
you looked beautiful. the dim light of the conference room made you look like a work of art.
those warm tingles returned to your lower stomach, signaling your impeding release.
you wanted to run away from it, but robert had you pinned. he was going to make you cum even if it were the death of him.
with a cry, your body curled up as waves of pleasure wracked your nerves, the overstimulation making your legs quiver over his shoulders.
robert placed a kiss over your clit, looking up at you. your head was lulled back against the table, chest rising and falling with quick breaths. ethereal.
"you're prettier when you aren't talking all that shit," robert teased, watching your eyebrows furrow. it seems you still had a little fight left in you.
you whispered. "you're hotter when eating my pussy like a litte bitch—no, fuck!" a moan tore from you as he thumbed at your overstimulated clit, the poor thing puffy from how he was sucking at it.
"that's better." he murmured, pinching your clit, causing your body to go limp on the table.
robert pulled you by the hips, flipping you over so your bottom half was hanging off the table, stomach pressed on the surface.
you registered the noise of his belt dropping to the ground, before immediately feeling his cock pressed between your thighs.
you whimpered. robert chuckled.
his knee pushed your thigh apart, grinding the head of his cock up against the underside of your clit.
you mewled, hips jerking forward. "so fucking sensitive. almost makes me wanna feel bad for you," robert whispered next to your ear, his tip breeching past your entrance. "almost."
he felt you clamp down on him, like you were trying to drag him in.
robert held your waist, pushing his length further into you, smiling as your body curled and squirmed whenever he grazed against your sweet spot.
"feels good, doesn't it?" he muttered, his pelvis finding a steady rhythm, pressing into your g-spot with each roll.
his hand found purchase on the front of your neck, pulling you back into his chest, keeping steady pressure. he wasn't choking you, but simply grounding you. making sure you know who's in control.
"use your words. or are you already too fucked out? huh?" he cooed mockingly, pelvis undulating against yours to keep his head pushed up against the spongy spot deep inside of you.
"i— hngh..." you choked out a moan, head lulling back against his shoulder as your brain went all fuzzy.
"there we go," he whispered, his other hand wrapping around to prod at your clit.
he felt you tighten around his cock, moaning into your shoulder. "so goddamn tight, shit, baby."
robert could feel his nerves tingling at the base of his spine, being egged on by how you were pulsating around him.
"go on, cum. you know you can't stop it." he commanded in your ear, chuckling in satisfaction as you lurched against him, clenching around him as the assault of pleasure set fire to your body.
robert moaned at how you were practically milking him, his pace speeding up just slightly, feeling his own orgasm approach.
he pulled out, his seed spilling out on your lower back, dripping down to your ass.
you both panted. his chest pressed against your back, hands wrapping around to your front. you stayed like that for a while, in comfortable silence.
robert silently grabbed your hoodie, pulling it back over you, holding you to his chest. "you okay?" he whispered. you just nodded, a little sheepish smile pulling at your lips. "good."
his heart skipped a beat at that sweet smile.
this might make him greedy, but he wanted that smile all for himself. wanted you all for himself.
one day, maybe. first, he had to worry about cleaning you up and sneaking you both out without looking suspicious.
and maybe taking you back to his place and seeing more of that smile.
sorryyy if you have done this before but waterboy x goth reader esp if they’re like soft romantic goth? especially if they don’t dress that way at work so it’s a big surprise the first time he sees a photo or them in person out of work… alt4alt goes brrrrr
love love love loooove this and loved writing it even more 🖤 my goth heart is happy. it’s posted here!!!
warnings: fluff, alt4alt, user grotexx is such a cornball, sonar goth chaser confirmed, off screen kissing
synopsis: waterboy isn’t aware of your darker lifestyle outside of work, and is head over heels when he sees you out at a goth club that sonar drags him to
wc:1.6k
a/n : merry xmas to those who celebrate! <3 requested by @nemesisyphus! ofc had to throw in my fave pic of mother siouxsie since this title is paying homage to one of my fave s&tb songs. dividers by @/cursed-carmine & @/dividers-are-us
Only three more hours left on shift.
Thank god. Mentally hyping yourself up to finish off your work week fell short of just absolutely abysmal. Nothing too chaotic or life threatening occurred, but you were so restless and exhausted you swore you had aged at least fifty years mentally. Your free time had dwindled drastically since joining SDN, seeking solace from your coworkers the most out of anyone since then. It was mostly nothing but good fun and a litter of bruises here and there– something you had grown to weirdly love over time– but more than anything you missed being able to lay back and just be yourself. A flurry of pretty brutal weeks had passed no thanks to the Red Ring, leaving your next few days off to call out to you tauntingly. A worryingly long nap under a heated blanket was in your future, but not tonight.
Your eyes unfocused themselves as you stared off at the wall in the breakroom, pre-gaming your excitement for the night, reminiscing on being able to let yourself go and hopefully be able to spot some old friends. Bass spreading through your chest, flashy lights, arms loose, skirt flowing–
“Hi- hey!” A blur of blue and yellow snapped you out of your trance.
Your body jolted a little harder than intended, immediately glancing up to lay eyes on a familiar wet ball of sunshine. Nervous grin on his face, his hand was held up in a small wave, “S-sorry-”
“No,” you softly giggled and shook your head, “S’all good. Just out of it today— excited to be outta this place, as much as I love you guys.”
“Yeahhh, me-me too! Actually, Sonar invited me out to this thing- this uh- I was wondering if…” his posture scrunched up a little, body language leaning more towards nervousness as his eyes scanned yours for approval. His sentence didn’t even need finishing as you knew what he was about to ask, heart wrenching that you had to decline his offer as much as you wanted to hang out with cutie-of-the-year and Batboner. The nagging urge to throw your plans to the side and say yes picked at your brain, but you just couldn’t miss what you’ve been waiting over a month for.
“Ah– I’m so sorry, I do have my own thing tonight but…” you started.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Damned alarm. Back to work.
You had been debating on inviting them to come with you instead before you were interrupted, but decided against it last second. You sent him a sympathetic smile, “Keep in touch, okay? I’ll see you soon.”
As you walked off, you grew just a tad less excited to leave as your thoughts raced.
He really, actually wants to hang out with me? He probably wouldn’t like the me outside of work though… goths don’t seem like his type.
Waterboy stood in place as he watched you walk off, hands wrung together tightly. How many times has he frozen around you, not being able to finish his sentences? He wondered what it would be like to hang out with you— no cameras, no mics, no z-team.
Sonar popped his ears around the corner of the room as he entered the opposite doorway, wondering what he might’ve missed.
“Hey man, they say yea or what?” A clap on the back almost sent Waterboy flying forwards.
A shake of his head as he adjusted his goggles, “They- they’re busy. But always- there’s always another… time…plus meat-metalhead’s don’t really seem like their type, hah.”
Hours later, and this was Waterboy’s first time at a goth club. Although not what he was used to outside of work, it was pretty adjacent to it, finding a local metal show to go to every now and then in his freetime. Hell, it was almost all he did before he joined SDN. However, it definitely was not Sonar’s first adventure, quickly having found two vampiresses to accompany him elsewhere almost immediately upon walking into the building. What else is a bat-loving woman to do with a literal half-bat half-man? That’s something he didn’t wanna think too hard about right now.
Instead, Waterboy admired the atmosphere, how it was lively but somehow different. Several bodies on the dancefloor swayed languidly and some more erratic, getting lost in themselves and in the others around them. Clothing ranged from borderline elegant to almost nothing, each and every one having a different unique sense. The music booming over the loud speakers accompanied by the flashing lights put him under a trance with synth and hauntingly entrancing vocals.
Scanning the crowd to hopefully spot his furry friend somewhere in the mass of bodies, he stopped in his tracks when he caught eye of someone at the edge of the crowd who looked exactly like you. Everything in his life so far had been too good to be true, but upon closer inspection, there you actually were, arms sensually gliding up your hips as they swayed with the rhythm. Your all-white face painted by the black shadow, lip, eyeliner, and contour that kissed your features while your teased hair framed your cheeks like a cascading waterfall. His heart leaped in his chest— you were so enchanting. To him, it was reminiscent of the white face and dramatic blackmetal eye makeup he did a couple of times in the past. Were you more like him than he thought? He usually would have never considered showing that side of himself to you, and unbeknownst to him before today, it was the same situation for you.
“I’m not losing my chance this time.” he muttered softly to himself, hesitantly inching towards you before you inevitably got lost in the crowd.
‘What if it isn’t actually them? What if they run away? What if-‘
“Herm!!!” His thoughts were interrupted by your small voice yelling over the music. His head snapped up and caught your surprised smile, your hearts fluttering in sync unknowingly. Your hand caught his wrist in a gentle grip, pulling his towering figure closer to where you were standing, “What are you doing here?” you asked in shock.
“I- what?” his hand cupped over his ear.
You giggled and placed your hands on his shoulders, lifting yourself up on your tiptoes so that you were mouth level with his ear, “What are you doing here?” your breath grazed the side of his face, sending a shiver through him as a blush bloomed up the sides of his cheeks.
“With uh- with Sonar!! This is where we- where I was actually going to invite yo-you!!” he responded as you both simultaneously burst out in a fit of laughter, “you look- you uh-“ he stumbled, “good… beau-beautiful.” the last word hardly sounded from his lips, but you still caught it.
You had to be dreaming, surely.
Pulling him back towards you, you asked, “Know how to dance?”
When he shook his head no, you slid your hands down his shoulders, taking your arms to sway and move around his frame to the beat as you circled him. Fluid and quick in your movements, it was hard for him to not fall into a trance as he watched you— like a death’s head hawk-moth to a flame. At a distance away, you brought an arm up to motion at him with your pointer finger, turning your wrist to curl your finger in a c’mere gesture. An attempt from him to mimic your moves had you breaking character to laugh, pulling him in by the front of his wetsuit to meet you once more. His hands instinctually found your waist, softly placing them atop the corset that had you cinched in.
“How… why?” he asked, “you never told me you were so…”
“Weird?” you joked.
“No. Cool.” he finished bashfully.
“Well, I don’t know if I’d consider myself cool,” you grinned, “buuut, you never asked. We have a lot of catching up to do, Gothboy.”
“Actually, metal!” excitement cutely flooded his voice.
You grinned and caught your bottom lip between your teeth— god dammit, were you in love?
“I have some records at my place— I’ll show you mine if you show me yours?” you jokingly wiggled your eyebrows.
“I- yes- yeah. Yes!” eyes gleaming over ecstatically, thumb absentmindedly stroking your waist.
No other words needed to be said, you took his hand in yours once more and ran out, smiling like two little kids.
Sonar wasn’t the only one bringing a cute goth home tonight.
bonus !!
A yawn escaped Waterboy’s mouth as he entered the SDN building the next day.
Entering the breakroom first, a clap on the back startled him. Malevola’s face coming down to level his in a smirk, she snickered, “Have fun last night, aye?”
“Wha- huh? Well- yeah actually thanks for-“ he was cut off by another voice.
“Oh shit!! Herm got some last night, girl you owe me twenty.” Prism’s voice came from the other side of him, laughing hysterically.
“N-no, no no no.” he waved his hands, “what- no I- huh?”
“Hey babe, ask your ‘friendly friend’ what lipstick they use, that shit’s waterproof!” she smiled, “Go look at you in the mirror, I got some makeup wipes in my bag.”
“Secrets safe with us loverboy,” Malevola picked up her sword to woosh out a portal directly to the bathroom, sink mirror just in sight. Waterboy poked his head through just slightly to get a glance at himself, and turned almost as red as Malevola. Black lipstick marks littered his cheeks, forehead, nose, and just one stray smooch over his lips— a love letter from you to him.
summary ༺๑ˊ- robert can never get enough of your orgasms.
pairing(s) ༺๑ˊ- robert robertson x female!reader (fem aligned)
cws ༺๑ˊ- established relationship, overstimulation, clit play, fingering, robert is kinda mean but he is forgiven by me
requested? ༺๑ˊ- yes/no
robert is nothing short of tenacious.
he didn't stop fighting, even when his mech-suit was in disorder. he kept pushing for the z-team when no one else would believe in them.
he was strong-willed. stubborn.
when robert wants something, he is relentless. he was never one to back down, after all.
you loved that about him, really. but sometimes, you fell victim to his dedication.
with you, he could never get enough. could never be satisfied. he loves you too much to ever have enough of you.
which, it’s all fun and games; until his persistence has you at his mercy.
you’ve came three times already. once on his tongue, twice on his cock, and now he’s draping you on your back over his lap.
you were boneless, powerless to how he lazily spread your legs, humming as he stroked your inner thigh.
“messy girl,” robert murmured, more to your pussy than you as his thumb brushed up and down your slit.
he smiled as your hips twitched.
his thumb tapped your clit, his smile morphing into a grin as you whimpered.
he traced the sensitive, swollen nub with his forefinger, watching your entrance contract and feeling your pelvis undulate.
his other hand rested on your lower stomach, absent mindedly pressing into the soft skin.
“h- hah!” a sharp gasp tore from your throat, back arching off the mattress.
“oh i know, baby.” robert cooed, lazily messing with your throbbing clit with this thumb and pointer finger. “it’s just so much, isn’t it?”
he chuckled as you jerkily nodded. “you can take it though.” his fingers pinched the nub. “really isn’t much else you can do, huh?”
his brown eyes were transfixed on you as you squirmed under him, absolutely mesmerized by you.
“too sensitive—!” you whined, pressing your legs together.
“too sensitive?” robert hummed, nudging your thighs a part, hooking his hand under your knee to hold you still. “right here?”
his fingers slipped into your sloppy cunt, smiling to himself at how you clamped down on his fingers. he crooked them up against your g-spot, rubbing against it.
his thumb pressed and rubbed against your clit, the pearl helpless to his touch.
“bet it’s even more sensitive now.” robert whispered. “think you can cum again?”
your heart lurched at his words. you shook your head, not thinking you had another orgasm in you.
but robert was anything but a quitter.
“no? aw, c’mon baby,” robert teased, “not much else you can do, might as well accept it.”
the pads of his fingertips kept grazing that spongy spot up against your walls, thumb pressing up into the underside of your clit, tormenting the poor nerves.
you felt dizzy.
“i’m— o- oh— f-…” you stammered, completely unable to get a single statement out. robert knew you were close.
“theeere we go, that’s it. give it to me,” he coaxed, his ministrations consistent. he didn’t speed up, didn’t slow down, just kept his frustratingly accurate pace.
you couldn’t stop it before your legs were shaking, toes were curling, and eyes were rolling back.
“good girl, yeah, let it all out,” robert whispered, his fingers curling up, trying to coax all your juices into his palm. he wanted you to make a mess.
he pulled his fingers out of you, before just circling your clit with his middle finger.
you jumped and whimpered in his lap, trying to grab at his hand.
“shhh, you’re fine,” robert murmured, grabbing at your wrist. “my pretty girl.”
your body went limp on top of him, the only movements coming from you is your hips occasionally jerking up.
summary ༺๑ˊ- invisigal is head over heels... for your tits. and you, i guess.
pairing(s) ༺๑ˊ- invisigal / courtney x female!reader (gender-neutral)
cws ༺๑ˊ- unestablished relationship (coworkers), invisigal is a pervert, reader has big boobs (implied), some grinding, lots of boob worship yayyy
requested? ༺๑ˊ- yes/no
it’s been weeks since you’ve been recruited into the phoenix program and joined the z-team.
it’s also been weeks since invisigal began blatantly ogling over you.
“how’d it go, sugar tits?” her voice blared from your earpiece as you got back from a mission, taking your rest.
“that’s not any way to talk to a lady.” colm murmured into his mic. his fists were probably clenching.
a smile pulled at your lips. “mission was fine, creep.”
visi laughed with delight.
“that’s the best news i’ve heard all day,” she hummed, “your puppies are okay too, right?”
before she could keep going, robert temporarily muted her, forcing her to clear the line.
“visi, need you down on 77th, there’s an old woman who’s refusing to move her car.”
she could hear the smirk in his voice.
“why the fuck are you sending me to— fine. whatever.“ her voice cut from the line.
ugh, god forbid a girl do anything nowadays.
an hour later, you sat in the break room after your shift ended, sitting in silence… minus the humming of the vending machine.
the sun was setting outside, casting a warm glow over the corporate space.
fuck, you were tired.
“hey, pretty,” visi’s voice came from the side. of course she was here the whole time.
she’s always around you whether you know it or not.
but who could blame her? there’s not much else she could bring herself to do when there’s a beautiful girl with a generous chest that she wants to bite and hold and just bury herself in.
“y’look exhausted.” visi sat on the table next to the chair you were sat on, cocking her head down at you. “do you need help unwinding? i'm good with my hands.”
her offer didn’t sound too bad right now.
and that’s how you ended up pushed against the wall of the break room, her hands shoved under your shirt.
“fuck, teasing me every fucking day i clock into this stupid fucking job—“ visi rambled as she blatantly groped you, pressing the weight of your breasts in her palms, groaning at the softness.
“been dreaming about these tits. shit…” she purred, tugging your shirt off impatiently.
visi felt her stomach flutter at the sight of your boobs spilling from the top of your bra, unable to hold herself back.
her hands were all over you. well, all over your chest.
palms feeling the underside, fingers tracing up the sides to make you gasp, thumbs teasing your nipples through the soft fabric of your undergarment.
visi impatiently wrapped her arms around you to unhook the band, not even watching the bra fall, her gaze unable to be distracted from your chest.
“fuuuuck. these are perfect.” she kissed down your sternum, hands lifting your tits up as she then buried her face into them. "knew they would be. they don't leave much to the imagination, though."
she hummed in satisfaction, closing her eyes in content. visi was blissed out.
“you’re sick,” you murmured, voice a bit raspy. all her worshipping on your chest did something to you. badly.
she laughed into your skin, biting at the softness. “and you’re an angel. and i’m just the nasty ass devil or something.”
you rolled your eyes, before gasping as you felt her breath over one of your nipples.
visi looked up at you as she lazily licked around your areola, before taking the bud into her mouth.
she moaned around it, her hips subconsciously grinding against your thigh she was practically straddling against the wall.
she was almost desperate for you.
“so goddamn good,” she whispered, tongue now lulling over the bud.
visi’s hand cupped your other tit, thumb and forefinger gently pinching and making with the nipple, smiling against you as you whined.
“i knew they would be sensitive.”
of course she fantasized about this.
then, there was a knock on the break room door.
“h- hello? c- can… can i be let in?” waterboy’s meek voice was heard outside.
you scrambled to clamp your bra back on, sliding your shirt after picking it up from the ground. “at least you locked it.”
visi grumbled, rolling her eyes as she walked to the door, unlocking it.
“yeah, yeah. sorry. important meeting stuff.” she muttered, not looking him in the eye.
pairing(s): sonar x gn!fem!reader
warnings: 18+!!, smut, mild exhibitionism, oral (f!receiving)
synopsis: sonar gets riled up out on a mission with you and shows you exactly just how crazy you make him
wc: 1.3k
a/n: border by @/cursed-carmine & @/cafekistune
You got way more than you bargained for when you were recruited to SDN.
Panting and wiping the blood from the side of your mouth, you stood up and watched as Sonar switched back from his full-bat form to normal again. His uniform was mildly tattered, a rip down the side of his shirt showing off the milky skin underneath. Funnily enough, you had a matching one just to the opposite side, showing off the curve of your waist underneath.
Ugh. You just got this shirt last week too.
Thankfully the room was fresh of any enemies, Sonar having taken care of that problem and you only taking one blow amidst your hacking on the computer across the room. You and Sonar’s mission had been stationed at the very top floor of an office building, him flying you both to the roof and then leading you down from there. Needless to say, it was kind of terrifying with all of the glass windows surrounding the room.
“Great work team. See you guys after lunch.” Robert sounded over the earpiece, interrupting your thoughts with a dismissive beep. Thank god, you could hopefully convince Sonar to fly you home to get a change of clothes. That’s if he didn’t have other plans, of course.
In an instant, it felt as if your feet completely left the ground as your back made contact with a hard surface. With an ‘oof’, your eyes fluttered open as you made eye contact with your companions' needy gaze. White eyes traced every inch and curve, drinking you in.
“You know you’re drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy right now?” He buried his snout in your neck, hot breath coming to meet your cold skin. Fangs lightly grazed and nipped at you while wondering hands slid up your back and down to your clothed ass. With a small gasp, you placed your hand on the back of his neck and instinctively arched into his touch.
“Lunch breaks get you all hot and bothered or something?” You teased.
“Nah, but seeing how good my pretty little thing did today does something to me.” He sank his teeth deep into your neck, careful to not hurt you but hard enough to leave an indention. Fingers trailed up your sides to explore the rest of your body, dipping under the hem of your shirt to stroke the bottom of your stomach. You made a high-pitched squeak, fingers sinking deep into his fur and pulling.
“Brat,” he grumbled, fully snaking his hands under your top and eagerly sliding under your bra to grope your tits. He kissed down your jawline, tonguing your earlobe for a second before making his way back down your throat and collarbone. A sturdy foot kicked your legs apart, a strong thigh coming to rest in between so you had no means of closing them anytime soon.
He was just getting started. With as much time as thirty minutes would give him, of course. Shave off five for aftercare and a new shirt.
“S-shit Vic-“
His thumbs slid over your nipples, circling as his thigh pressed further up into your entrance. It drove you crazy how impatient he was, and it drove him crazy how you were willing to comply under any circumstance. One hand continuing the assault on your tit; the other slid its way down to your jeans, playing with the button and unzipping away the only restraint blocking you from him. Taking his thigh away, he shimmied your jeans halfway down before you gasped and placed a hand on his wrist, halting him,
“Against the window? What if someone sees?”
“High building baby,” kiss ,”someone’s gonna need damn good eyes,” kiss, “and if they do,” kiss, “we’ll give ‘em a show to remember.” kiss.
That’s all that needed to be said, your jeans practically off in an instant. The cold emanating from the window nipped at the back of your legs and ass cheeks, causing you to shiver from all of the sensations that kissed your bare skin. That problem was quickly taken care of, your thighs took up into a strong grip as you felt your back slide upwards a good foot from where you had been originally standing. Sonar dropped to his knees, bringing you with him as your knees hooked over his shoulders and hung there, the wall and his strength being the only thing keeping you from making impact with the floor. Fur nestled between your thighs, ticking little spots it didn’t fully reach and igniting a fire in your core. Heat coated your panties, snout close and breathing in your scent– so deeply captivated. He nudged your clothed clit once, and then twice, his thumbs caressing your thighs where he held you in place.
“A-ah, stop toying, dick.” your hips grinded up against empty space with need.
Pulling back in that moment just to tease you, he chuckled and maneuvered his left hand to tug your panties to the side while still supporting your weight. You gasped, the sensation of your wet entrance exposed to the cold atmosphere overshadowed by his hot breath so close to you now.
Drool dripped out from the side of his mouth, not even attempting to hide how utterly alluring you were. Pussy dripping and needy just for him.
“Viiic-ah!” you drew his name out, almost ready to tell him to hurry it up when he took the plunge for you. Dripping wet tongue darted out to completely devour you. He caressed your velvety folds slowly at first, ever-so-slightly avoiding your clit to intentionally rile you up some more. With how good you tasted to him, he could absolutely go on for hours, but a time crunch always had to get in the way.
“So good,” he muttered, the small vibrations making you whine and buck into him even further. His fangs nicked you every so often, mimicking a small cat scratch, but you could care less in your current situation.
Entire body flush with desire, you held your tongue and fought back a strangled moan. Sonar shook his head from where he stood, tongue still pressed up against you so that it followed his movements, “Nnh-hn. Wanna hear you.”
He made his way directly to your clit, cupping his tongue around your sensitive nub. Sucking, nipping, curling— he knew every trigger and button in your body to push, like your nerves telepathically connected to his. A sharp jolt of arousal shot through you, the borderline airborne position and the restriction on your body amped up the fever coursing through you. You knew you were completely under his command, legs wanting to instinctually close but not able to due to being in such a set position.
“Mo-more,” you hardly managed to squeak, moans wracking your body.
He growled against you. His saliva mixed with your juices combined to drip down the apex of your thighs, threatening to hit the floor. Your legs shook atop him, fingers grasping at his soft fur, searching for something to ground yourself. You craned your neck to the side, eyes rolling back from the sensation. Tongue lashing against you ravenously, you lost control of yourself. Orgasm crashed over you, like ocean waves slamming up against jagged boulders.
Arched back, hitched breath, eyes fluttered closed— you released yourself onto him. Nails digging into your outer thighs, he happily lapped up your juices with a hum. Your body jolted and shivered with overstimulation as you mewled.
beep. beep. beep.
A timer sounded off. Pulling away from your twitching core and gently setting your feet on the ground, Sonar held one hand securely to your waist while he checked the watch on his wrist.
“Ten minutes to spare, nice.” he chuckled and bent down to grab your undergarments, helping you put them back on. You quickly pulled both your pants and underwear up, the muscles in your thighs trembling from being retrained for twenty minutes.
“I missed my lunch, y’know.” you teased.
“I didn’t,” he grinned as you smacked his chest playfully.
“Get me home so I can get a shirt and a snack, big guy.”
Watching him transform back into his megabat form, his sturdy arms scooped you up securely,
“As you wish, but just know I’m finishing what I started later.”
pairing(s): waterboy x gn!reader
warnings: pure fluff!!, cuddling, a little bit of backstory headcanoning, waterboy gets shy and cute around you
synopsis: you find herman walking home by himself during the winter season, but you're not gonna let him go cold on your watch <3
wc: 1.6k
a/n: reminder requests are always opeeeeen! <3 borders by @/cursed-carmine !
Waterboy and Winter were a combination that didn’t mix particularly well. You noted this a while back while he was telling you a funny story during break time.
“-so I was going there- to the mailbox, a-and my feet got stuck! like I was taking too long and they just got stuck to- frozen to the ground!” he lightly laughed through the story, explaining with a smile on his face how it took his grandma upwards of 45 minutes to even notice since he didn’t have any friends he could contact for help. You grinned at the adorable storyteller; the tale itself made your heart ache.
“I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen again,” you held a pinkie out, “I’m always here to ‘save the day’ afterall,” you joked semi-sarcastically, but sincerely. He hesitantly interlocked his gloved pinkie with yours, “O-oh! Sure- yeah- you’re- thank you.” pink blossomed the tip of his cheeks.
The first direly cold day of the year crept upon Torrance, harsh winters being extremely rare but it had been a guaranteed drastic temperature drop for the next three days. To put it frankly: yes it was your day off and yes you were driving around the SDN building in your little car. You might have looked slightly insane, but you had a theory to test, having a general idea of what Waterboy’s schedule looked like. If things didn’t go as planned then a coffee run sounded alright to you too. You drove at around 30mph, the speed becoming an obstacle to your impatience, but yesterday’s rain had turned over into slippery ice that coated the ground like a blanket. You may have ‘accidentally’ giggled watching a few people slip and fall on the way there. Your car made about two slow rounds around the exterior of the SDN parking lot, keeping a watchful eye for your wet puppy as your stereo sang your playlist softly back to you. A few cars spotted the parking lot— none you cared to identify and only one other person outside walking to their respective vehicle. A small frown painted your face. Internally happy, of course, that he presumably already made it home— but you were looking forward to some positive company today.
Were you obsessed or something? Well.. actually maybe. Jesus, go home crazy.
You internally scolded yourself, turning your wheel to take the backroad back towards home. The road occupied few cars, the straight road becoming such a sore to look at that you almost missed the figure on the sidewalk up ahead. Familiar blue-and-yellow legs jutted out of a thin jacket, lanky form being the main giveaway. Most residents didn’t have clothes to prepare for the extreme weather, but most people also had cars with a warm heater. Slowly pulling up beside him, you rolled your passenger seat window down, craning your head to the side to get a better view. His body wracked with small shivers, and you saw what looked like tiny icicles hanging from the tips of his eyelashes; stray drops of water didn’t even get the chance to fully fall down his jaw before freezing and sticking to his skin. You didn’t give him a chance to speak, pressing the unlock button on your door,
“Herm, get in!”
His eyes glanced around him for a moment, a little startled before placing a hand on your door handle and hesitating, “I don’t- I’m..going to get your seats wet.”
You fumbled around in your backseat, whipping out one of your stray jackets and placing it on the passenger seat, patting the spot, “Here. If it makes you feel better, and I won’t take no for an answer. It’s waaaaaarm~” you teased. A quick smile and a nod later, the wet shivering man was in your car, so tall in your seat knees practically folded up against his chest. You turned the dial on your heat up to max, the air semi-calming the stuttering passenger in your car.
“Thank you.. you don’t work today how- why’re you here?”
A shrug and a grin, “Just.. being a guardian angel. I promised you I wouldn’t let you freeze to death, unless you forgot.”
A sea of butterflies exploded in his stomach, “Course- of course not!”
No one had ever paid attention to him to that extent, his words never reaching listening ears. He never felt the urge to just grab someone and kiss them like he did now, but he had to ground himself— confused with this surge of warmth coursing through him— mentally and physically. It wasn’t just in that very moment, though. Ever since the day you laid your eyes on him, you’ve been nothing but so nice. The fluttering occurring in his chest became more of a constant every time he was in your proximity.
“If you have nothing going on do you maybe wanna go back to mine? I have hot tea and plenty of towels and movies.”
He quickly snapped out of his trance, “Yeah. Yes!”
Duh.
Mostly giggling and talking was done on the way home: scolding him about asking you for a ride if he ever needed it, asking how shift was today, and even prying him open for more personal info.
“Well I really, really like this band Abbath! They’re my favorite.” the way he gushed about his interests was to die for, you could truthfully listen to him ramble for hours. The icicles now having fully melted and slicking his hair down his face like an animal that had just been rained on.
Was it normal to get cuteness aggression with humans?
You tossed your phone on his lap, “Put them on, they sound really good.”
You babbled to each other and listened the whole way there, immediately guiding him into your warm apartment the second you pulled into the driveway.
You found yourself becoming exhilarated with his presence but at the same time more bashful, like you two were in a competition to see who could blush the hardest. Softly pushing him to sit on your living room couch, you strode into the kitchen to search for your tea stash. Herman stayed seated on your couch in absolute awe of all the decor and antique furniture that littered the place, it was small but had so much personality. He loved his own house, but it was relieving not to be surrounded by cat hair and paper towels.
“Beautiful..”
Your head popped out from around the corner, “what was that?”
“O-oh! Your place it’s-it’s so.. beautiful..” his hands clasped in front of his chest, “reminds me of my mom’s house.”
You plopped down next to him, two steaming mugs in hand, “I bet it was as beautiful as she is,” not that you knew what his mother looked like, but you can confidently acknowledge that she must be gorgeous and kind with a son like this. He grabbed his tea, gloved hand brushing up against your warm one, and another shiver wracked his body.
“Sor–ry, my suit makes me a- cold sometimes,” he smiled awkwardly, clearly an attempt to not inconvenience you.
Setting your mug down on the coffee table, you motioned to the hallway, “Follow me. I don’t bite that hard,” you joked, leading the bashful stray puppy to your room. You dropped down to your knees in front of your wardrobe and pulled the drawers open, grabbing a pair of sweatpants and an oversized band tee.
“Here, put these on. You can change in here I’ll step out for a sec.” You placed the garments in his hands.
“B-but-”
“Hey, I’m not worried. A little water never hurt anyone, and you’d be wrong to think I care,” you winked and patted the top of his head, exiting the room and heading back to the living room.
A couple minutes later, Herman sat back down next to you, much more eased up than before. He looked so cute wrapped up in your clothes. Never having seen him out of uniform, it was a sight you almost felt honored to see. His thigh brushed up against the side of yours, and his body instinctively followed route.
“Warm,” a soft mutter.
“Hm?” you glanced over.
“You’re uh, you’re warm.” the side of his body gently pressed up against yours, seeing how he almost melted into just being able to have positive human contact with someone that wasn’t a member of his family.
“Still cold?” You grinned. He nodded.
In one swift movement, you grabbed your folded fluffy blanket from the armrest with one hand and softly pushed him down onto his back with the other. Now splayed on the couch below you, he stared up with pink cheeks and watched you hover over him, “This cool?”
Absolutely speechless and flustered, he nodded, and you lowered your front to lay flush with his, resting your head into the crook of his neck as you draped the blanket over the two of you. You physically felt him melt into the couch if that was possible, arms snaking around your waist to rest his hands on your back under the blanket.
“I’m not… dreaming… am I?” his vocal chords vibrated against the tip of your nose with the question.
You giggled and placed a soft kiss to the side of his neck, “Mmm, don’t think so, but if you wanna be then I’m not opposed to a little nap right now.”
You could just picture what his face looked like right now, eyes glittery and mouth upturned with the biggest grin. As a gesture of thanks, he placed a kiss of his own on top of your head.
“I wouldn’t be oppro-opposed either,” you giggled and he placed a hand in your hair, running it through and massaging your scalp as you started to drift.
You just caught one more thing before you fully went under,
pairing(s) ༺๑ˊ- robert robertson x z-team!female!reader (gender-neutral)
cws ༺๑ˊ- established relationship, reader is a former villain with small mentions of a bad past, reader is embarrassed/shy-ish, looots of sweet robert, fingering, just soft stuff
requested? ༺๑ˊ- yes/no
where you grew up, love was condemned.
it was a weakness, a sickness. something that always fucked you over.
hate was much more comfortable. much more safe.
that's why when you met robert, he confused you.
at first, you couldn't figure out why you didn't hate him. why you didn't despise your new bossy-ass dispatcher.
then, you really couldn't figure out why you didn't want to kill him when he revealed himself to be mecha man.
the one who turned you in those years ago.
you just guessed it wasn't in your blood to hate robert.
but, unfortunately, your guess was a little... far off. a little underestimated, maybe.
especially with how you're laying here, on the cheap mattress of his apartment, your breathing unsteady as his lips trail up the side of your neck.
fuck, you loved him. you couldn't deny that. but accepting that love? that was the second struggle.
you simply weren't used to this. affection, gentleness, it was all a blinding contrast to how your brain was wired due to the life you lived for so long.
it was setting your nerves on fire. he was setting your nerves on fire.
"you're alright, honey," he purred in your ear, kissing the delicate skin beneath. his hand held your waist, a gentle caress meant to comfort you. to reassure you that he had you.
robert chuckled as you subconsciously arched up into his touch, butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
you were so sensitive, robert noted.
“y’gonna let me love on you tonight?” he murmured into your skin, peppering sweet kisses down your neck to your shoulder.
you wanted to protest. you shouldn’t be accepting any form of love.
but robert was like your drug.
a simper pulled at his lips as you nodded, avoiding looking at him. “yeah. thought so.”
he nosed into the crook of your neck, his hands slipping under the hem of your shirt, palms flattening against the sides of your stomach.
it’s been months since you two started dating, and his touch still has you nervous.
“relax, honey.” his voice was low. like he wasn’t trying to scare you. “wanna take this off f’me?”
he played with the end of your shirt, those big brown eyes staring up at you. you couldn’t resist.
you tugged up your shirt, a shaky breath leaving you as the cool air of his apartment danced across your skin.
“so pretty,” robert muttered, more to himself than you.
you avoided his gaze, letting out a shaky breath you felt your cheeks grow hotter.
he watched you avert your eyes, his thumb brushing over your cheek.
your body felt it was on a haywire, gasping and twitching anytime he touched you. you almost felt ridiculous.
almost. but you couldn’t with the way robert was praising you.
“shhh,” he shushed your whine as his hands teased the skin on your hips. “so good for me.”
he leaned back down to kiss down your chest, leading down to your stomach, then tracing his lips over the waistband of your pants.
“lift your hips,” robert whispered, smiling softly to himself as your hips moved like clockwork. “just like that.”
you huffed at the praise, trying so hard to act nonchalant. but with the way you were biting your lip, visually putting extra effort into trying to keep yourself quiet. it drove him crazy.
you were just so cute. and only he got to see it.
robert peeled your pants down, catching your underwear under his fingers, treating you like porcelain. acting as if you didn’t throw yourself into whatever danger you can outside.
that makes this so much more precious to robert—that you let your guard down with him. that you let him love you.
“need you.” he muttered against the skin of your lower stomach. “can i have you tonight?”
you could only nod.
“wanna hear you.”
fuck him. actually fuck him. (you wanted to fuck him.)
“shit, please. ugh.” you groaned in embarrassment. then you heard that low tone again in your ear.
“please what?”
please shut the fuck up.
he smiled as you grumbled, hiding your face into the pillows right next to your head. “c’mon, baby,” he coaxed, kissing up your neck.
“just—fuck me, you asshole!”
robert giggled into your skin. he thumbed at your hips, looking up at you. “woah, woah, play nice.”
he smiled as you just let out another huff, rolling your eyes. he was awful.
he kissed above your navel, his hands drifting down to your thighs, rubbing them reassuringly.
“spread them a little more,” he coaxed, watching your breath hitch.
“yeah, that’s my baby.” robert whispered as he stared at you, gaze focused on the building mess between your thighs.
he slid his thumb up your slit, lips pulling up in satisfaction. “this wet just f’me?” he hummed, his thumb gently pressing down on your clit.
he groaned as you whined, your hips jutting up. “relax, c’mon. you know i got you.” robert’s voice was low, slightly raspy. it was clear the effect you had on the man.
his other hand moved from where it was rested on your knee, fingers pushing insistently against your entrance.
you let out a sharp gasp as you felt two fingers breach you, head throwing back as he hooked them up.
you felt moans trying to bubble up reluctantly, grabbing at the pillows to shove one over your face.
robert chuckled, but let you hide for now. he knew how hard this love thing was for you sometimes. how you didn’t know what to do with yourself.
“robert—sh- shit…”
robert groaned. “sounding like that, gonna get yourself in serious trouble, baby.” he smiled as he leaned back over you, head leaning down to kiss the side of your neck.
he nosed under your jaw, his two fingers curling up against that spongy spot inside of you.
your body reeled, legs stretching out and back arching as the pads of his fingertips rubbed against it.
“right there, huh?” his low whisper made your spine tingle, subconsciously clenching around the intrusion.
“so perfect.” his voice has a slight shake. you were making his thoughts stammer.
robert heard you whining under your breath, trying so hard to stay quiet. he could only shake his head.
his fingers were stupidly stubborn, not leaving that stupid spot alone. you were a goner.
“taking me so well, always do.” robert had his face buried into your shoulder, breath warm as he groaned into your skin.
“i— can’t…” a shaky moan left you, a grin immediately forming over robert’s features.
he laughed. he knew you didn’t know what you were talking about. you babbled about nothing when you were close to cumming.
“yeah? poor baby,” he teased, kissing the corner of your mouth as you whined, his thumb slipping up to massage at your clit again.
his fingers kept pushing into you, keeping that steady, delicious rhythm that had your toes curling.
“c’mon, honey. let go.”
and only a few seconds later, you were spilling into his hand.
your body spasmed under him, panting softly as soft sounds emitted from your mouth.
“let it all out, there you go,” robert coaxed, kissing your temple as he kept curling his fingers up into that sweet spot.
pairing(s): carlos oliveira x f!reader
warnings: 18+, mentions of weed/smoking, vaginal fingering/clitoral stimulation, squirting, maybe a little ooc
synopsis: you and carlos stumble upon an abandoned speakeasy by accident, happy to find somewhere to rest, they find the bartenders old w33d and get silly, requested by oomfie ily oomfie. carlos is such a simp
wc: 1.8k
a/n : dividers by @/cafekitsune & @/cursed-carmine
There wasn’t much pleasure to be found when you were surrounded by the tenebrous ghost of what once was a blossoming city. Talons held you and your partner - Carlos - in a tight grip amongst a vast sea of flames, ash, viruses, crazy people, and the scent and screams of the undead. To say the least, the last few days in Raccoon City have been hell. You weren’t even supposed to be on this mission, a mishap between your leader and your subordinate essentially placing you here as a stand in. Yay for you. But you would be a lying dog if you said you regretted doing it in the first place, having run into probably the most attractive man you’ve ever encountered in your entire life. You would usually give no second thought to anyone you came across, but even amidst all the chaos you couldn’t help but swoon. His tan skin, curly hair, dark eyes, the way he respected you and carried himself, how you couldn’t stop daydreaming about his thick arms wrapped around your thighs.
However, instead of being able to play into your daydream, you were rewarded with a lethal amount of bruises and cuts from trying to fight your way through this damned place. Your moment of brief peace finally, finally came at a run-down bookstore. Darting through the aisles and gunning down the ghouls that stood in your way, you stumbled over a stray book on the floor near the back of the shop and flew forwards. With a ‘yipe’! and Carlos already sprinting over to assist you if needed, you caught yourself on the wall in front of you, wrist stinging from the abrupt halt. All motivation completely switched when you realized: the wall moved when you bumped it. Glancing behind you, Carlos matched your mischievous look. It was a speakeasy.
That’s essentially how you ended up curled up together on a fancy leather couch, legs draped over each other’s while you passed a joint back and forth. You were both floating in the sea of clouds, lightheaded and giggly as you shared stories and cracked jokes.There was only one undead that needed taking care of in the underground area - presumably the owner - and the rest of the tiny hidden building was completely at your mercy for the time being. Sure, they had a job to do and people to find, but fuck if they couldn’t sit down for a few hours and make camp here for the night. You hadn’t gotten a good rest or relaxation period in days, eyes always seeming to dart back open every time you nodded off in fear that something might have been near. So you were taking this shit for granted, and the weed stash hidden behind the bar might have been just the second best part. The first?
You blew the last hit from the joint out, smoke shooting out in a straight stream before dispersing into the air. You tossed the butt of the joint into the dusty ash tray on the table next to you, and in the same movement your boots were untied and pulled off, strong hands softly grasping your feet and massaging before slowly making his way up your calves. Your eyes fluttered closed as your back melted into the couch, absentmindedly letting a soft moan slip from how nice it felt. You felt a blush creep up the sides of your face, but not being able to have enough energy in your body to care, a veil of warmth and lightness draped over your consciousness. It was exhilarating, and it egged Carlos on even more.
“That good?” he mumbled, hands trailing further up your thigh each time he massaged a section. You nodded and hummed, coaxing him to continue further. He trailed all the way up, spending a little more time on your upper thighs before moving his hands to grip your waist. This was his first time making a real move with you, but the sexual tension between the two of you has been undeniable. Explosive. Anticipating his next move, he delicately slid his hands under your shirt and traced lines up your side, hardly being able to hide his shit eating grin before viciously tickling you.
“God- fuckin- asshole stop!!” you shrieked between laughter, the hazy state you were both in making the unfunny situation somehow ten times more entertaining. Positioning himself to fully be hovering atop you, he giggled along with you, your feet kicking underneath him and trying to knee him to get him back somehow. He stopped his teasing after a few seconds, taking a second to fully bask in you splayed underneath him: big smile on your lips, panting from laughter, and grimy shirt riding up your waist to reveal soft clean skin underneath.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” you hardly had a second to respond before his mouth found the bare expanse of your neck, hot breath and wet tongue darting out; the sensation immediately igniting a fire in your core to contrast against the cold speakeasy. A gasp left your lips and your hand instinctually flew back to bury itself in his curls, an attempt to pull him closer by any means. He almost immediately obliged, letting himself down to mold the front of his body to yours, careful not to put too much weight on you. Kisses and nips littered up the side of your throat, gasping when he sunk his teeth into the crook of your neck. Pleasure and pain both emanated from the area, leaving you wincing with your fingers digging into his scalp like he was going to get away from you. Opening your mouth to scold him, he stopped to pepper soft kisses and licks on the bite, enticing you to make more noises for him instead. Legs spreading open, you invited him to slot his knee into the empty space. He gladly took the opportunity, loving the way you squirmed at the pressure and how warm his knee quickly got from being pressed up against you.
“Hardly touched you. Keep squirmin’ and I might have to tie you up, doll.” pulling away from you for a moment to pull his shirt over his head, gear and weapons already having been discarded to the chair adjacent to the sofa, leaving Carlos as bare as you’ve ever seen him.
Typically, you would be a speechless and blushing mess, but the skunky courage still settling in your lungs said otherwise.
“Might have to do something about that if you don’t stop playing with me like a cat toy.” you teased. Successfully at that, as one large hand flew to the button on your jeans and the other grabbed both wrists in one, settling them on the armrest above your head in a medium grip.
“Ohhh, let’s see how cocky you wanna be in a few minutes,” he got back at you, shimmying your jeans down your hips with just one hand, trying your best to lift your ass to help him a little. In one swift motion, they were flung to the side, hand sliding between your thighs to cup your heat over your underwear, all while watching closely for your reactions. Your breath hitched, grinding yourself up into his hand. You drove him absolutely insane, so much so you felt as if a new kind of air had entered the room; thick and coated with desire. Sliding your underwear to the side, he coated his fingers with your juices, slowly making their way up and down your folds. Your hips instantly jutted into his hand, yearning for more. He made sure to tease you as much as possible, given this was probably your only chance you would get in a while to release some steam - especially with someone of his caliber. Two fingers softly circled your clit, switching paces and occasionally sliding back down to ever-so-slightly dip into you.You wanted nothing more than to just rip your hands from his grip to grab at him and just feel him again, fingers wiggling in a silent plea. He got the memo, smirking before sliding back up to your clit, “I’ll let you go if you let go. Don’t hold back beautiful” He kissed up the side of your cheek, fingers finally taking the plunge (quite literally) and sinking into you, hilt of his knuckles brushing up against your sensitive bud. You released your lip from your bottom teeth, letting your cries echo into the empty space. He buried his face in your neck, whispering praises as he readjusted his hand, pumping his fingers in and out while curling them on occasion to hit your sweet spot. It didn’t help that his fingers were not small, almost acting as another sexual appendage. It was so exhilarating to see the sweat roll down his bare back, catching in the dim lamp nearby, curls cascading around his cheeks and brushing up against your neck. He was losing himself, for you. He kept his promise, however, releasing your wrists. You immediately put them to use, one scratching down the bare expanse of the muscles on his back and the other coming up to cup his cheek, bringing his face close so that you could crash your lips together. He panted into your mouth, the fingers relentlessly speeding up, rubbing the heel of his palm against your clit whenever he went in - completely getting off on your pleasure alone. Reaching a pace you didn’t even know was possible for a human, you thought you felt yourself blackout for a moment, pleasure so intense that you started seeing spots. A burst of adrenaline flooded you, heart fluttering and heat trailing up your entire body. Hips tensed and stuttered for a moment before you released yourself onto his hand, harder than you’ve ever came in your entire life. You whined loudly as spurts of liquid released from your heat, coating his entire hand and forearm, effectively dripping on the sofa underneath. Thank god it was leather- and holy fucking shit did you just squirt? Staring at each other in disbelief, panting and relishing the absolute cinematic moment that just occurred in a world full of madness, you almost shied away in embarrassment when he leaned down to kiss you again. It was sweet, a hand cupping your cheek and wiping stray hairs away from your sweaty skin.
“I- was that-?” you started, unsure, and still out of breath from what just occurred.
“You,” kiss “are,” kiss “soooo,” kiss , “ethereal,” he placed each one at a different spot on your face.
You brought your hand to the back of his head, pulling him down to rest on your chest and just cuddle there for a while, but to no avail as he quickly placed his hands around your waist, lifting you like it was absolutely nothing and switching your positions. He laid with his back on the couch, and perched you atop him. Running his fingers through your hair, your eyes immediately started fluttering closed with exhaustion.
“I’ll take watch, you try and sleep some,” he reassured, placing a kiss on top of your head. That stash was definitely coming with you, and you hoped to god you could get out of Raccoon City with this man soon.
warnings: 18+, smut, pegging (can be read as m! also), handjobs, so much water and bodily fluid, sub!waterboy (naturally)
synopsis: waterboy got a new guitar solo for a song your band was working on, and seeing him be so confident during practice drove you wiiiild
wc: 641
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Herman absolutely lost himself beneath you. Flush red cheeks buried into the pillows while his half-finished pleas fell on deaf ears.
“Hh- ah- more- hard- harder,” the incessant begging causing your hips to stutter in need. Your boyfriend sounded so beautiful begging for your strap, the hard rock music from the stereo swimming together with the sound of your pelvis flush against his ass as you pounded into him. With each thrust, a small splash of water bounced off him, landing into the puddle forming underneath your bodies; a mix of sweat, water, and cum.
Band practice earlier that day left you riled up, your vocalist having scolded you for fucking up a good 2 or 5 times. You just couldn’t help it, Herm’s confidence was out of control today. Your fingers stumbled over the strings as your eyes drew to him, the solo he had for the new song you guys were practicing seemed to have just taken over his being in the moment. It was possibly the hottest thing you had ever seen - water dripping from his hair as he jerked around, fingers precise on the strings and hitting every single note beautifully, and the bashful smile after he was finished like he didn’t just charm the entire room.
“Do- Did I do good?”
Fast forward to now.
“You’re doing soo so good for me,” your voice soothed as hips continued to snap forward into his ass, “drove me fucking crazy today, y’know.”
The blush creeping up his cheeks couldn’t get any redder than it had been, not being able to find his words anymore, “W-wan- I- mmm- yes- ahh!” He melted into you, making small movements to rear himself back to try and match your pace. Sweet thing.
Slinking your hands around his wet torso and sliding down to his erect member - throbbing and greedy for release - you wished to pull every sound imaginable from him. His slender thighs quaked against yours, threatening to collapse under the bout of stimulation. He was on his - what, third orgasm after all? You had him absolutely spent.
Your chest now flush with his backside, pumping him along with the rhythm of your thrusts, both of you came close to release. “G’nna act so tough for everyone else? Show me how you fall apart baby,” you licked a stripe up his back, a salty mix of sweat and water. That was the last straw, the overstimulation becoming too much for him to bear any longer. You knew his body too well; ragged breaths, stuttering hips, wandering hands, water cascading like you might as well have been in a rainstorm. So close.
Burying yourself as deep as you could, your thrusts came to a halt while your hand doubled the speed on his cock. Not a second later, ropes of cum shot out, the warmth coating your hand and dripping onto the skewed towels laid underneath him. Slowly pulling out, Herman collapsed fully into the bed, you with him a second after wiping off the watery excess on your hand.
Turning to face each other with matching smiles, the music still blared across the room, hardly sounding audible when you were so lost in his glittering eyes. You hooked your leg around the back of his knee, pulling him close so that he could rest his head on your chest.
“Wow- wow,” he shuddered, still coming down from the insane back to back orgasms, slinking a lanky arm around your midsection “I’ll- I need to do that more often- the solo thing wit-with the guitar”
Your hand stroking the back of his head and coming to rest lovingly on the side of his cheek you brought his eyes to yours once more, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his nose, “I mayyyy be biased, but can I say I strongly agree?”
Warnings : 18+, smut, pwp, shower sex, sex in semi-public area, vaginal fingering, tail bondage
Synopsis : you and malevola have a little misunderstanding on shift, but she makes sure to make it up to you in the shower <3
Word Count : 2.4k
To put it lightly, you and Malevola weren’t on speaking terms. Well…. more like for like the past three hours. Your shift today was such a drag. Three failed missions, and one of them with Melavola, your…. well, you weren’t sure what to call the two of you, but it was far beyond the terms of friendly.
Your dispatch send out with her started out decent.
The loud ‘snap’ of bone wasn’t unheard to you over the man’s pitiful screams. You winced in disgust, dropping his limp arm and parrying backwards in the same swift motion just as Malevola’s sword sliced thickly through the air, hitting the target dead on with the backside as to not kill him - she did need this job afterall. The man, now flying through the air almost comically, hit the cement wall on the other end of the building. The wall crumbled and dented beneath him, and you waited for the dust to clear so you could confirm he was fully slumped and knocked out in the meantime.
“Okay, I think he’s the last of ‘em.” Malevola started, but before she or you could utter anything else, you heard a distinct beeping. Holding your hand up to signal a ‘shh’, you stalked closer to the source, realizing it was coming from the body of your most recent victim. Now about a hundred feet in front of your companion, you bent down to get a better listen. Hands searching his belt and reaching into pockets, you finally discovered the source: a tracker. Shit. The large gash down the middle of the device is probably what set off the signal. As soon as you turned to give Malevola a verbal warning, the ceiling completely crashed through. Dust flooded the entire room in a huge swoop, threatening to breach your lungs and your eyes. Whipping your head to the side and holding your hand out, you coughed and sputtered, making sure not to let anything obscure your vision. You had no idea what was waiting for you. After a few seconds and realizing you could finally inhale a small breath of fresh air, you were ready to face whatever was waiti- holy. fuck. You were expecting maybe a few more people, but not a damn near twenty foot tall humanoid beast of a robot - and god damn did it look intimidating. You heard your name being yelled from the opposite end of the creature, the split second distraction serving enough time for the thing to robotically unhinge his jaw to start projecting what looked like a vat sized wave of pure acid hurling in your direction. Your timing was off, and you just hardly managed to dodge. Throwing your body to the side in a roll, you felt fiery heat start to dramatically rise up your pant leg and threaten to eat away at your bare skin. “Fuck!” The acid, you had to be quick. Trying to time your attack and also save yourself in the process, you quickly gripped above where the acid was spreading and ripped the fabric away from the top of your knee as the robot was preparing its next attack against you. God, you started to feel lightheaded. Rolling over a few more feet to try and ensure your safety, you stared the fucker dead in the eyes and readied your attack. You had this. And where the hell was Malevola?
Before you could register what was happening, you felt the air leave your body, seeing a mixture of reds and purples for a moment before landing on your back, nearly knocking the wind out of you. Rearing yourself back up ready to get back into gear, you were brought back to reality when a strong hand landed on your shoulder.
“Hey, I need you to calm down.” It was Malevola.
Then you realized what had happened, she portaled the two of you out of there. You knew you should have felt relief, but for some reason you felt the complete opposite.
“I had him!” your voice raised.
She shook her head, “Love, I tried. I did. We weren’t expecting the mission to go the way it did and you were-“
Thoughts cloudy with an unexplainable intensity of emotions, you cut her off, “No. No! Where were you? If you hadn’t distracted me in the first place by calling for me we wouldn’t be in this situation!”
She stepped closer to you, “You aren’t listening, you could have died out there. Robert said-“
“I don’t give a fuck what Robert said!” what in the world has gotten into you? it’s like you couldn’t control your words or the intensity of your tone, but you couldn’t help it, “It’s like you want me to lose this job. I can’t keep losing these missions like this, Mal. I HAD him.” you shuddered your words out.
“Fine.” She glared, a tinge of hurt replacing her warm expression earlier, “Walk yourself back.”
Another swoosh of her sword, and she was gone.
Now, fast forward to three hours later, and you couldn’t stop replaying in your head what could have possibly possessed you to want to snap at Mal like that. The anger and hysteria in you still present in the back of your psyche, but mostly having fizzled down to just shame. How could you have acted so childish? There was one truth to your freak out however, you really were disappointed in your performance as of this week. Your stress building mountains of heavy clay inside of you, weighing you down so much that the mental cork to your bottle was about to blow off. It might as well have today.
Covered in dust, dirt, a little blood, and some ash - you decided to head to the showers, hoping to god that you could just get some alone time to reflect and maybe apologize to Robert later. More importantly though, you needed to apologize to Malevola… eventually, not sure what you would even say to her.
Nearing the end of the night, and with just a few people left at their cubicles with most of the lights dimmed, you quickly grabbed your toiletries from your locker and a clean towel from the laundry shelf to head to your chamber of steaming hot shamefulness. You stripped while still in the locker room, muscles stiffening in pain when you lifted your shirt over your head making you wince.
Wrapping your towel around yourself, you shoved the heavy ass door to the showers open, stepping a few feet in before pausing. You weren’t alone afterall, it was another shower running. Not the end of the world, you guessed, just as whoever it was didn’t try to talk to you today. Turning the corner, you nearly jumped out of your skin, being only a few feet away from a very tall, built backside. A familiar red one at that. Stuck in place between wanting to speak up, say fuck it and just go home, or stand there like a complete fool to admire just how beautiful she was - you chose the latter. Turning your back to head right out the door you came in from, you just hope she didn’t notice you.
Not even a few steps forwards, a slender appendage curled itself around your midsection, yanking you back so swiftly that your feet left the ground for a second or two. You gasped sharply, your back meeting a thick, broad chest as warm water cascaded down your body.
“I-I-“ you choked.
“You were being such a brat today,” she purred in your ear in response, her arms replacing her tail on your waist from behind, tail instead sliding down your leg to gently wrap itself around your calf like a snake.
“Mal, I-I’m so, so sorry I don’t- I don’t know what-“
“Hey, it’s okay,” she cut you off softly, grabbing your chin to face her, finally being able to see her face again, “Psychogenic agent from the toxins in the air, you weren’t yourself. Blazer explained to me… I know it didn’t seem like it, but you were out for about five minutes. Whatever that thing was, was almost damn near impenetrable. We had to emergency evacuate the mission, but it’s been taken care of since the incident,” she assured you.
You stared forward for a moment, dumbfounded. It did make sense why you felt lightheaded and out of control of your emotions at the time, “Fuck…” you almost laughed, “still, there’s.. no excuse for how I talked to you and I just- God I feel so fucking-”
She ‘shhhh’ed you, her tail switching positions to twist you around and guide your frontside into hers. Your now very sopping wet towel flush with her nakedness, she leaned forward and peppered a light kiss to each of your eyelids, “and I shouldn’t have left you there on your own.” kisses trailed further down your face, “I’m sorry my sweet girl.”
Your whole being shuddered, never getting old of the pet names she would give to you, sighing and leaning further into her touch if that were even possible, “I’m so sorry, Mal” your hands wrapped around her, sliding up the slick muscles adorning her backside. Cupping the side of your face with her hand once more, the tip of her tail made meticulous movement, finding the opening to your towel and shimmying in so she could pull to the side. The heavy fabric dropped onto the tiles with a quite harsh ‘splat’, her foot kicking it to the side, “You could start by proving it to me.” Challenge accepted.
Ear-to-ear grin, you made the first move, practically pouncing into her arms as your lips crashed into hers. Immediately she slid her arms down your frame to cup your ass, gripping with claws digging into your plush flesh. You gasped and mewled into her mouth, the sound hardly breaching the barrier of water beating down on the both of you. Reaching up with your own hands to try and take advantage, you slid them up her abs and to the underside of her breasts. She quickly took care of that, of course. Your hands were then yanked behind your back, arms forced into an x-position as the familiar appendage wrapped itself around, effectively securing you in place just as a pair of handcuffs would.
“Ah-ah,” she shook her head, “it’s my turn.”
Diving into your neck, she nipped lightly at your skin, her hands finding home in your curves. She explored almost every inch of your slick body with them, hitting every spot except where you wanted her most.
“Malllll,” you drug out, internally groaning at her antics as your hips instinctually bucked up into hers. She was quick to grip your hip with one hand, once again holding you in place. She grabbed your breast with the other, taking your nipple and slowly rolling the bud between her fingers.
Gods, were you gorgeous. That’s all Malevola could think, admiring how you absolutely melted into her touch. Eyes half-lidded with open mouthed pants, your bottom lip occasionally getting caught between your teeth, the way your back arched to try your absolute hardest - silently begging for her touch. She’s always had you wrapped around her finger, and she wasn’t shy of the fact either. She was enamored.
You felt your heat being cupped by a strong hand not a moment later, your thighs clenching around her arm. With a swift but soft kick to your ankle, your legs were spread wide again, fingers starting to slide between your folds.
“Shit, I know it’s ironic to say, but you’re soaking for me baby.” she cooed the last bit into the side of your neck, a singular finger dipping into your opening. You gasped sharply and whined when she slid it in to the hilt of her knuckle, fingers already long enough to hit your g-spot as it was now. Back out. Back In. Two fingers now. She started at an excruciatingly slow pace, speeding up to a steady rhythm every now and then. You had no idea what to do with yourself, head swimming in a pool of honey while pleas spilt from your mouth. Her thumb made its way to your clit, rubbing in slow circles while simultaneously still keeping her pace. Your thighs trembled around her as it got harder to keep your balance in the wave of passion, hands clenching behind your back with nothing to grab onto.
“M-mmah-mal pleeah-“ you begged, not ever having to use full sentences for her to know exactly what you wanted.
“As you wish, my beautiful girl,” in the same beat, her tail loosened around your arms. Instead, it found a new spot to occupy, snaking around your thigh to suspend it in the air so that she could get an even deeper angle than before. Oh my fucking god. Your hands flew up hastily to find her face, cupping around her cheeks and bringing your faces closer. “Getting clo- ah- close.” you hardly manged to mewl out between pants and moans.
“I know,” you didn’t miss her grin before you pulled her back into a sloppy kiss, her fingers pumping at a relentless pace and thumb keeping its rhythm. It felt like the room was spinning, heart beating out of your chest and the heat in your abdomen building up like you were about to explode into stars. One last stroke of her, and you were gone. Your body tensed up before releasing your build up, coming undone on her fingers with a spasm. You broke the kiss to bare down on her shoulder, biting as if to try and muffle your moans even just a little. You could tell you were biting quite hard, but Malevola didn’t seem to mind one bit. In fact, that made her ride out your high even longer. If it weren’t for her keeping you stable, you surely would have collapsed on the floor by now, legs trembling with the aftermath of your release.
Her fingers slid out of you, earning one last whimper before she brought them to her lips, licking a strip down with her tongue before slowly bringing them into her mouth so she could lick them clean. Full eye contact with you as she did so.
“Pervert,” you mocked her with a new rasp to your voice, grinning like you just won the lottery. Her expression mirrored yours, giving a rough ‘smack!’ to your ass while her tail slowly released you, making sure not to let you slip and fall.
“You are what you eat,” she shrugged.
Your eyebrow raised with mischief, “and that’s supposed to mean?”
“That I’m not done with you yet.” she smirked, “Let me get a portal going, this shower is starting to get fucking cold.”
