just remembered i made out with a girl at the halloween party and i left all my lipstick on her, then we got to the bathroom and gossiped while wiping our mouths down because we looked like a mess
NSFW blurbs about edging some of the female characters from Resident Evil. Second part with men coming at a later date.
Includes: Ada Wong, Alcina Dimitrescu, Ashley Graham, Bela Dimitrescu, Cassandra Dimitrescu, Claire Redfield, Daniela Dimitrescu, Donna Beneviento, Grace Ashcroft, Helena Harper, Jill Valentine, Mother Miranda, Rebecca Chambers, Sherry Birkin.
"When I s-said I wanted to spe- ugh, fuck!" A loud moan interrupted Ada's attempt at chastising you. The vibrator trapped between her legs had been fluctuating for the past hour and a half at your control. Ada liked to think she knew you better than you knew yourself, but all the time she had been spending around you proved to be dangerous. You weren't going to fight or betray her, but she feared that if you didn't let her cum soon, you'd kill her.
"What was that? I'm sorry I didn't quite catch what you said Ada, honey," you spoke to her with a deceptively sweet voice. Ada thanked her lucky stars that you had chosen a perfectly mundane profession instead of espionage because you would have been a whole different kind of problem for her.
"Just end this already and I'll give you anything you want," Ada tried to plead with you. It was nicer than a lot of what she had been saying to you all night, but you told her beforehand what you wanted to hear.
"That's close, but not quite. You can't just bribe your way out of this. I'm starting to like the sound of those whimpers a lot," you told her. Ada groaned as she tried to wriggle against the little set-up you put together. Instead of getting away or gaining a bit more friction, she just managed to find a new and even more torturous position. "It could be so easy, just say it baby."
"Please, I just want to cum. Please let me cum." With that, you smiled down at Ada as you finally upped the vibrator's intensity. It wasn't instantaneous, which you preferred as you slipped your hand in between Ada's legs to join the vibrations in pleasuring her.
"You insolent little wretch!" Alcina's voice practically echoed throughout the room as you pulled back. This had to be the third or fourth time that you had done so, not quite letting her reach her peak. To Alcina, this was grounds for a punishment of her own later, but you were enjoying yourself.
Your time spent between her legs was prolonged, and Alcina was literally dripping in front of you. Her arousal coated your lips and chin. Your thighs were soaked with your own arousal. Alcina had cum once, but you were toying with her now. She rarely cared to waste away a day in bed, but you had riled her up with no real end in sight.
"Play nice or I'll stop," you teased. You looked up at her with a Cheshire-like grin, which was all Alcina needed to end it herself. She grabbed the back of your head and pushed your face into her cunt. Your mouth moved on its own accord, as it often did whenever you found yourself between her legs. All of your fun teasing her paid off as you felt her gush against your fingers and tongue.
"I hope it was worth the trouble you're in," Alcina warned. You knew that you were in deep with her, but you couldn't wait to make it up to her.
"Please," Ashley whimpered. She was so close, teetering on the edge where she had been so long that her mind felt hazy. She could barely remember how the two of you had gotten to this point. Were you mad at her? Had she asked for this and forgotten? Question after question flitted through Ashley's mind, but only one managed to slip past her lips, "Can I please cum now?"
"I don't want to let you go, but how can I deny you anything when you ask so nice for me. Of course you can cum now pretty girl." Your words felt smooth as you cradled her face. Ashley lurched forward into the kiss, allowing you to capture her moans as you started to thrust again.
"So close," Ashley's voice cracked as you shifted your hips for your harness to drag against her clit a little. You didn't think your bodies had ever been so close together, and yet, both of you desperately tried to get closer. All it took was a few more thrusts like that and Ashley was cumming harder than you had ever seen her do before. "Oh my god."
"Shh, stay there. I don't want to forget how you look right now."
"N-no, not yet." Bela's voice shook as she shoved your hands away. Your heart pounded in your chest as you watched her try to calm herself.
"Bela, please," you whined. The two of you had been at it for hours, but Bela refused to let herself cum. You had done things like this before, but never for this long. "You're crying."
"The next one, I promise," Bela told you. She waited until her breathing evened out a little more before she pulled you back in. The ache in your jaw was ignored as soon as you saw how wet she was. Bela had let you use every toy she owned, and yet, she still insisted that your mouth be what finished her off.
Each moan came out broken and somewhat mangled, as if she had taken one of her knives to her own throat. The sensuality of the day had turned into some sort of self-torture. Bela liked to push herself, that much you already knew, but this felt extreme. You never could have let her toy with you for so long, but Bela could take a lot more than you.
"That's it. That's fucking it. You're such a good girl for me," Bela praised. Her words egged you on. Even after she had cum, you didn't stop. Bela's fingers threaded in your hair as she held you in place to drive her into a second orgasm. The pleasured whimpers slowly turned to overstimulated ones, which was when Bela's grip released enough for you to finally back away. Both of you seemed exhausted, but Bela had a look in her eyes that you knew meant more after a moment of rest.
Cassandra growled in frustration as you pulled away. It wasn't often that Cassandra let you take control in such a way, and now felt like a reminder to her why. She knew that this would make her orgasm more intense, but she hated it. She hated being tied up and toyed with until you felt satisfied with her. Cassandra would have much preferred that you just rode her to your heart's contentment instead of seeing how close you could get her before stopping.
"Just a little more," you promised as your fingers returned to her clit. You leaned down to lick up the wetness dripping from her entrance. The two of you had made a mess, which was nothing short of ordinary. This time though, it was evidence of Cassandra's arousal instead of yours.
"You'd better mean it," Cassandra grumbled. You patted her thigh reassuringly, mouth busy between her legs. Your tongue probed inside of her, a sensation that had Cassandra rolling her hips. Her mobility was hindered greatly by the restraints, mostly there for your benefit. It was hardly fair if Cassandra could just manhandle you while you were supposed to be in charge.
Now, she was at your whims. She knew that some groveling should have been in order, but Cassandra was a proud woman. If you made her grovel, the two of you would have been there for days. Flashes of what she was going to do to get back at you ran through her mind as she came. You watched as Cassandra's eyes squeezed shut, unaware of the lost list of things she had planned for you.
You watched carefully as Claire's grip on the sheets loosened. Color returned to her knuckles once again, the skin there nearly as flushed as her cheeks. Your eyes met, and Claire could tell that you were nearly at your own wits' end with toying around her orgasm as well. Patience was a virtue that neither of you had a lot of, but Claire had always been better with it than you.
"Are you ready?" you asked with a shaky voice. Claire would have thought it was you who had your orgasm held just out of reach for several passes. In a way, she supposed that you wanted her to cum just as much as she wanted to. Holding off on touching Claire had never been your strong suit, even if moments when it should have. "Can I make you feel good?"
"Yes, fuck yes," Claire groaned. She didn't wait for you to bring your fingers back on your own. She ground against the first bit of contact that she could get. Claire's own hand came down to cover her clit, just in case your impatience was just an act to rile her up further. She had to cum, and it could be because of your fingers or her own. Claire's stomach dropped deliciously at the thought of doing it on her own just to give you a show. Luckily for her, Claire's fingers barely made it to her clit before you were curling yours inside of her at the perfect spot.
"Y/n-," the strong grip Daniela had on you was betrayed by the utterly pathetic whine in her voice, "-I can't wait anymore. I need to cum. Make me cum."
The commands rolled off her tongue like she had never lost control in the first place. You knew that she let you do this to her. If you asked nicely enough for anything, Daniela would always grant it to you. Even something like giving up control could be managed with the right tone of voice and promise of a good time.
"Promise me this won't be the last time. You look so pretty like this, all dripping and pleading for your release," you told her. Daniela nodded, unable to find the words to voice anything other than how badly she needed to cum. You weren't sure if she'd actually keep her word, not until you watched the violent way Daniela shuddered.
Warmth enveloped your fingers as they plunged back into her. Daniela's arousal leaked out into your palm as you felt her stretch around a third finger. Daniela moved her hips wildly as she chased after the formerly fleeting orgasm. Her walls clenched around your fingers, holding you still in a vice grip as Daniela rocked her hips against your face. Her hand held you in place by the back of your neck, nails dug into your skin as if she was afraid that you'd flee again before she got her fill from you.
If your fingers hadn't been buried deep inside of Donna, you would have thought she had already cum. Broken whimpers and surprisingly forceful instructions had kept her teetering on the edge all night. You could see the sun beginning to rise through the window, but neither of you felt an inkling of exhaustion. Donna's body had to be close to its limit though, you had been toying with her for longer than just the night. In the back of your mind, you had tried to keep count of the days when she just pulled away before allowing you to pin her down like this.
"Oh, Mother Miranda have mercy." Donna's words hung in the air. She had been the one to stop you or pull away every single time, but not tonight. The build up was more than what her mind could handle. She felt fragile, more so than what she even thought was possible. You had done good in not pushing for her to give herself a release, despite your own desire to watch her cum around your fingers.
All sorts of swears and pleas to higher powers fell from Donna's lips as she let you fuck her. Your fingers moved in and out of her with ease. She could have taken everything you had to give and it still wouldn't have her feel full enough. Donna thanked anyone who was listening that you could have made her cum without filling her to the brink, that even after all she had put herself through her body still responded so diligently to your touch.
"Shh, it's okay. Just a little longer darling," you cooed in a vain attempt to soothe Grace's cries. You hadn't meant to toy with her like this, not until you heard the way she moaned and whimpered for you. You were no stranger to the sounds that Grace could make in the bedroom while she let you have your way with her, but edging had never been something you tried.
Grace writhed preemptively before you even started to really touch her again. She had always been sensitive, but now just the heat of your body against hers was driving her mad. The length of your dildo laid against the side of her thigh, and Grace tried desperately to get a little contact. Finally, you decided to take pity on her and slide the toy back inside of her.
"Thank, ugh fuck, t-thank you," Grace just barely managed to stutter out. She was beyond being able to keep her eyes open to look at you, but you didn't mind the way her face contorted with pleasure. The two of you had been in a rush to get here, and you'd have to remember to bring up fucking Grace in her glasses again.
Your lips came down to capture hers, unable to stop yourself even if it muffled her moans. Grace could do little in kissing you back, but you didn't mind. She still chased at the first feeling of your lips leaving hers. Grace's lips moved with more dexterity as she started to come down from her high, and as you pulled away to rest your head against hers, Grace's tongue peeked out to dart across your bottom lip.
"Don't pull out yet," Grace told you as she held onto your hips. Her fingers slipped beneath the harness to run along your skin. The movement was just as much to keep you complacent as it was to comfort herself. You could see the tear stains on her cheeks and fought with yourself not to get up to take care of her, but this was how Grace seemed to want you for the moment. "I think I want to go again."
In Helena's eyes, you were currently evil incarnate. She didn't understand how her sweet girl could torture her so naturally. Helena could think of a thousand ways to die that were less painful than what you were putting her through. She rarely came to you with such a clouded conscious, and instead of laying her down and pampering her like she would with you, you took full advantage of her.
"Christ woman, give me a fucking break," Helena swore. Her jaw had been clenched harder than any other time she could remember. Still, you pulled away with no sign of letting her finish. Helena's cunt clenched around absolutely nothing as another wave of spasms hit her. "Fuck you."
"You know what? That's a great idea, you should fuck me. Strap up, make me cum and I'll give you what you want," you told her. Helena didn't even really have much time to process anything before she was clambering out of bed and towards the closet. You were absolutely soaked, enough so that the sight of you nearly made Helena cum when she came back, strap-on secured on her hips. "Don't leave me waiting, I'm not a very patient person."
"Jill, are you okay?" Your voice was full of concern as you watched Jill try to suck in a steadying breath. Every breath was ragged and practically a gasp for air. It wasn't often the two of you played at this game of withholding, and Jill was never as good at holding out. This had to be the longest little session the two of you managed without Jill just calling it and humping your thigh until she came.
"Y-yeah, I'm fine," Jill said with an unsteady voice. You cradled her face in your hands as you let your hips drop again. This was going on the third time Jill let you cum, all while not letting herself finish once. You felt selfish, but you weren't the one who issued the challenge in the first place. "Holy shit, just like that. Fuck, I'm gonna cum if you don't stop that."
"Good, cum for me. Let's stop this stupid game and just go back to fucking like rabbits again. Bend me over and show me just how bad you want me." You kept going, each word doing just as much to push Jill towards her orgasm as the way your hips ground down against her. You knew the moment Jill's eyes closed that she was a goner, most likely picturing how easily you'd fold in her arms as she moved you from position to position.
5... 4... 3... 2... 1...
You counted the seconds before you could touch her again. Miranda's instructions had been very clear on the matter. Any fool could sit between someone's legs and pleasure them, but Miranda wanted something specific from you. Nobody seemed up to the task, but you had always been good at following instructions and a little too eager to please.
"Ah ah ah, gentle," Miranda tsked. She grabbed a fistful of your hair an pulled your head back before you could push her over the edge just yet. You were given an immense amount of power over her, and while a part of Miranda wanted to completely let go, she wanted to be wrecked beyond coherence.
"My apologies Mother Miranda." You bowed your head in shame before you looked up at her through your lashes. Miranda felt a flutter deep inside of herself at the sight of you, always so submissive and pliant for her.
"Do not let it happen again. Stick out your tongue and I will show you how to do it myself," Miranda ordered. You stuck your tongue out and made sure to keep your eyes on her as she moved your head around to her liking.
"Knees, now!" Rebecca practically barked at you. She couldn't get herself out of her clothes quickly enough for her liking. Whenever you had come to check on her in her office, Rebecca didn't think things would have gone the way they did. You had missed her, and somehow that ended up with you trying to eat her out at her desk.
Things were never as simple as they should have been for Rebecca. Instead of getting to finish, the two of you hastily made yourselves presentable and left so the night cleaning crew could wax the floors. Rebecca hadn't let you out of her sight in the parking lot. Your own car was still there since Rebecca had dragged you to hers. Her apartment was closer, so that was where the two of you had gone. Whether or not your hand had been lazily teasing her through her pants was up for debate, you just rested it where you felt most comfortable.
"Fuck Rebecca, I think you ruined those pants," you muttered as she threw down the pair of grey slacks to the ground. She practically tackled you to the ground as she tried to get at your face. You steadied yourself at the last second as Rebecca's fingers dug into your scalp. She had her cunt pressed against your face, stifling any and all attempts at sarcastic comments. The tension was thick in the air, every bit of it stemming from her frustration with you.
"Yeah, yeah. That's it. Don't stop, I'm so close," Rebecca moaned as she rode out her climax on your face. You lapped lazily at her cunt in an attempt to clean her up a little, but all you noticed was the fact that her arousal didn't seem to stop. One wasn't going to be close enough to satisfy her for the night.
"Fuck!" Sherry quickly clapped her hand over her mouth, as if that would have stopped someone from overhearing. There wasn't anyone else in the dungeons, you had made sure of that. It was rare for someone to be in the basement even before regular work hours ended. Sherry was just down here because she needed a private place to check-in with Leon.
"I'd be more worried about staying muted," you teased. Your fingers stroked teasingly between her folds, stopping just before you got to where she wanted you.
"When I said desk duty was going to be the death of me, this is not what I meant," Sherry grumbled. Her hips rutted forward, but it was no use. You pushed her right back against her chair and held her hips down as you pressed a kiss to her clit. Sherry tried to jump up at the sensation, but it was no use. "You're evil."
"I'd like to think I'm just misunderstood, that's all. You know what to do if you want me to stop," you reminded her. Sherry ran a hand through her hair and sighed, fully aware of how to get you to stop. It would be so easy, but Sherry wasn't quite sure if she wanted to give you an excuse to leave her just yet.
"No, no, I'm fine," Sherry reassured you. The bit of concern forming in the furrowed brows dissipated and you went right back to teasing Sherry back into a frenzy. It would be a while until Leon needed something from her anyway, so you knew you had time to play.
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something about hybrids or whatever that havenβt fucked a human beforeβ¦like they think itβs normal for most animals; including humans, to fuck only for breeding purposes and not pleasure. They just overall turn a blind eye to the signals that no! humans fuck to fuckkk. Anyways itβs not until they get humbled (aka getting fucked silly and wrecked by a humans cunt) that they start thinking otherwise.
I just want to overstimulate Zhongli and Neuvillette till theyβre babbling messes of pleads and βhmgff- so goodβs. Want Neuvillette to cry out every time my finger circles around his scaly vent, want him to huff and feel his face heat up from embarrassment, this isnβt what he really expected at all. Both of them in their half dragon forms, tails and horns out and hair glowing while their claws grip onto your hips like their life depended on it. Pretty sure they could cum just from you massaging and caressing their horns and tail, the yelps of βn-no that feels, hghnn- weird..β turning into wails of βmore! too good, ah-β and stuttered begging. Neuvillette sitting up on the bed and his head collapsing onto your chest, his mouth letting out a continuous stream of moans and whimpers when your cunt gushes around him and clenches.
Of course Zhongli knows that humans fuck for pleasure and other purposes but still, do you really have to go so many rounds? his thighs are sore and his cocks still weep with cum but itβs so sore :( keep going though, he wants his balls to be drained until they feel lighter and his brain to be turned to mush. I want Zhongli to groan when his cocks get hard again, slapping against his stomach, his back arching off the bed and eyes rolling back when your hand curls around both cocks and sets a steady pace, not letting him adjust at all. Zhongli is unable to control the pretty sounds coming out his mouth when he feels your cunt tighten around him, your insatiable body glistening in the light and bouncing on him, not letting him out of this blissful headspace at all.
ππππππππ. nsfw, f!reader, somnophilia, specifics are listed on each character
! β pronebone, dubcon, implied breeding kink
You didnβt know when your lover would arrive and finally be in your arms again, but you knew it would be any day now and that youβd see that familiar face and how his hardened eyes seemed to soften when meeting your gaze.
It was difficult staying up every night however. Your excitement and anticipation zapping all your energy once the night grew darker and eventually your exhaustion was sending you tumbling into bed, cuddled up in the sheets and laying on his side for extra comfort. You had no idea heβd arrive tonight, nor did you know how pent up heβd be due to the momentary separation that had lasted merely a week. Though, had it been any other situation, he was sure he couldβve waited until sunrise to satiate his desires. However the need to feel you was so strong that it guided his actions without much thought put behind it, he was like a puppet on strings, giving in the temptation like the selfish and greedy man he was.
Your whimpers in your sleep only fueled him on more. His front pressed tight to your back and trapping you between him and the mattress with no way to get out.. if you even wanted to.
He groans quietly, huffed breaths hitting your back as he pulls out before pushing back in. He wanted to pound you, but he also felt guilty if his selfish desires were the reasoning behind waking you from the slumber you were so peacefully enjoying. You looked so tired too when he had inspected your face (read as: admired your beauty after missing you for so long) upon arriving. It would be unkind of him to disturb your sleep, so heβd be nice and try to contain himself for as long as possible. How thoughtful of him, right?
βNeededβ ngh, tβfeel you wrapped around me like this, fuckk,β He whispers out through gritted teeth and his jaw tightened up as his eyes squeeze shut and he rocks his hips into yours in slow but so very deep motions.
A sound bubbles in the back of your throat and he knows youβre asleep, but for a second he considers the fact youβre pretending just in hopes he wouldβve done this in the first place. His cock throbs against your sticky walls that flutter around his thick girth just the slightest but itβs enough, itβs all he needs to slowly climb up to that peak he so desperately craved.
βIβm going to fill you up, leave such a fucking mess rightβ here.β He punctuates his words with deep grinds against the swell of your ass. Heβs breathing heavy and nearly ragged, abdomen tensing up and his thrusts grow a little rougher, sloppier as he curses under his breath and his hands that were gripping your waist so tight thereβd be bruises in the morning, are now grabbing at the silky sheets on either sides of your arms as he ruts into you.
βI wonβtβ haah, stop until you wake up to this.β He groans, smirking sinisterly to himself as he reaches the edge, digging his fingers into the mattress and imagining all the ways youβd cry and scream his name once you did wake up, and he looked forward to it.
! β cockwarming, size kink, reader is called βmuttβ and βpuppyβ
The initial idea was that heβd grind into you as you slept. Youβd already told him you didnβt mind, that you even liked the idea of him fucking you while you slept.
However his tendencies to sleep cut his feverish plans short when he had arrived home late, finding you asleep and alluring in such a peaceful state. Yet here you both were, pressed tight to each other and sleeping soundly, only he never pulled out. The General felt rather lazy and you were incredibly comfortable and oh so warm around his length, why would he leave such a wonderful place? Only a fool would do that and Jing Yuan was certainly no fool.
His cock twitches against your gummy walls, filled to the brim with his thick length as his tip kisses your spongy cervix snuggly. His arms are wrapped tight around your middle, keeping you close to his chest and incredibly warm. Yet the fullness is what makes your eyes flutter open and pull you from your sleep with a whiny hum, stirring awake and blinking at the darkness surrounding you.
You try to move only to tense up when you drag his cock against your velvety walls, breath hitched in the back of your throat. A tired hum rumbles behind you, a nose nuzzling against your jaw before a kiss is pressed to your neck making you shiver. He chuckles quietly, pulling you back into his body with a long sigh and you hold back a moan. βYou have to stay still, angel.β You can hear the smirk in his voice, tone teasing as he continues, βOr is that too difficult of a task for you, hm?β
You squeeze tight around him on purpose, enjoying how a strained groan rolls off his tongue but his hands slide over to grip your waist tight as he lets out a growl against your neck that makes a tingle of want crawl down your spine.
βIf you keep moving like that, then Iβll have to put you back to bed myself.β His voice is smooth, deep and rumbly in his chest pressed tight to your back as his lips ghost over the sensitive skin of your neck. His thumb rubs circles into the plush of your waist, βThrough physical means.. to tire you out.β
βAre you implying youβll play fight with me, Jing?β Youβre messing with him, trying to get a reaction from the laid back and collected General. He hums, pushing your hips down to grind against his own and you feel his cock throb inside of you.
βDepends.. Do you want me to put you back in your place, mutt? Or will you act like a well trained puppy and obey?β
! β praise, fingering (receiving), mommy kink
βTaking Mommyβs fingers so well even in your sleep. My, my, such a good little thing you are.β She coos out, praise dripping from her lips in that sultry voice of hers that makes your head cloudy and your body melt in her hold. The only difference right now is that youβre sound asleep, face scrunching up every once in a while when her fingers beckon against that spongy spot that wouldβve normally brought tears to your eyes and cause sharp gasps to leave you.
She hums, brows raising slightly as you stir in your sleep. Your brows knit together, lips curling into a pout as you wriggle to get comfortable again before relaxing once more. She smiles at your sleeping face, how your features soften before tensing up again when she angles her fingers just right.
βSomeone must be having a good dream, hm?β Her eyes rake down your body until they reach the sight of your thighs trembling on either sides of her forearm thatβs found its place between your legs and pressed against your addicting heat. She chuckles softly, cooing at how wet you are even in your sleep, walls constricting around her fingers tightly as her palm nudges against your clit. She wanted a taste if she were being honest, but sheβd wait until you woke up before she treated you to such a thing.
Her chin rests on your shoulder as she watches the show she was conducting, digits long and skillful, teasing around your drooling hole before sinking back in and you just swallow her up greedily.
βI wonder, if I woke you up now.. would you be embarrassed or would you beg for more?β She whispers against your ear, blowing softly and watching how your head tries to jerk away from the sensitive sensation. Her palm rubs into your puffy pearl with purpose now, eyes trained on your face to see what would be enough to wake you.
βCβmon, open those pretty eyes for me, will you, doll?β She beckons, watching as your head leans back into the pillow and you stir in your sleep as she speeds up the motions against your sensitive bundle of nerves. Fast and overwhelming, thatβs what always had you crying out her name like a prayer and sure enough, your eyes flutter open and a moan is ripped from you as you cream around her digits still knuckles deep in your cunt.
βAtta girl.β She drawls out approvingly, pressing a kiss to your cheek as her digits slow down before sheβs pulling them out and watching how the translucent essence webs between her fingers.
She smiles as she looks over at your sleepy eyes filled with lust before straddling you and snaking down your body until sheβs reaching your sopping pussy that still pulsates around nothing. βIβll clean up the mess, sweetheart. You donβt have to worry about a thing, mkay?β
