Higgs is totally the type of guy to call you “babygirl” while fucking you, not cause he has a daddy kink, but because he gets off on the fact that he’s absolutely ruining someone’s daughter
• Often comes home late, or a couple of weeks due to his line of work. But when he does get home, usually late at night, he snuggles into bed with you. To make up for it, he'd cook you breakfast in the morning and have a date night somewhere in the evening.
•If you guys ever did game night together, he'd get flustered in how bad he is and how you keep winning. But he'd be impressed and be excited to learn how to get better. Games he'd be great at are card games (blackjack or poker) and battleship!
•When you're cleaning, some energetic music will come on, and you can get him to dance with you. Of course, it'd take some time to convince him. He is indeed a harden soldier, but with you, he's just chris redfield, your husband/boyfriend.
•He knows how to cook and often cooks dinner, If your expert in cooking as well, you two will brainstorm what to make for supper, duel cooking together some masterpiece. If you're not an expert, then he'd force you out of the kitchen often, leaving pre-made meals in the fridge when he's out on missions.
•He's got MAJOR PTSD, and before getting into a relationship, he explained that he has panic disorder and that if you were okay with that. He's probably waking up in the middle of the night in sweats with a feeling of an episode coming on. You'd wake up and not feel him beside you, so you get up to look for him, finding him outside smoking. You've learned that nothing can 'fix' it and that it just needs to pass on its own, so you'd sit beside him sharing a smoke with him if you smoke. Once he feels better, you offer to watch a movie or go back to bed, and he'd smile and thank you.
•Love's his partner in all shapes of sizes, tall, short, chubby, skinny anything! He's not picky and believes that their partner is the embodiment of beauty no matter how they look or dress. And maybe you'd feel insecure considering how chiseled and perfect he looks, and he'd reassure you that no matter how you look, he'd love you.
•If you're younger than him (18+), he'd call you 'kiddo' to tease you, or if you're older, he'd call you his 'misses'.
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•He's the type to pick you up, press you against a wall, or straight up hold you in the air while he fucks you to show off his strength.
•He's groaning into your ear during it, whispering how good you feel, making sure you know what you're doing to him, and how you make him feel.
•First time with you, he was struggling, blushing like crazy and was nervous about crushing you with his weight. You had to beg him to go faster. In the morning, after he knew he was addicted to you and that one night would never be enough.
•Loves it when you go down on him. You probably can't entirely fit him down your mouth unless you're like basking shark, but he loves watching you try.
•This man is an EATERRR!! He'd spend hours between your thighs till you're shaking and begging for a break after your 10th orgasm. He'd only stop if you called your safe word. Never would he ignore it and continue. He's definitely heavily into aftercare, cleaning you up, and fixing you up a snack.
•He's experienced, but don't let that intimidate you. Most of those were drunk hookups with random girls. He's never actually been in a relationship. He's too busy with his work and never found someone who understood him. If you're not experienced, He's making sure he helps you experiment to find out what you enjoy.
•Size kink, He's definitely big in like girth with a diameter of 9 inches/ 24 cm. His length isn't that much around 5 inches soft, 6 hard. Girthy > length, basically. He loves watching your body actually try and struggle to take his size.
Authors note
Hi, I literally wrote this in one sitting. Watched this chris edit, and it just inspired me. I think I'll do albert wesker next, which will definitely be difficult since he's such a complex character 😅 By the way, these are just headcannons!! None of these are Canon, just how I perceive the character! Anyways have a nice day yall!
Oh yeah, the chris edit is https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS93fdCEV/
He's such the type to make you breakfast on Mother's Day, And you'd say "But I'm not a mother?"
He'd turn around and say, "You will be in 9 months"
And indeed you do, He wouldn't care about the gender but he'd 100% be a girl dad. And if you were okay with it, he'd name them after people he's lost or respects 'Piers' 'Ethan' or 'Finn' If it was a girl definitely 'Rebecca' or 'Jill.' <3
RE characters favorite smells! / How they'd smell 🧼
Leon S. Kennedy
♡He'd love the smell of brewed coffee and the fresh smell of vegetables.
♡He'd probably use a 3 in one..(Shampoo,conditioner,bodywash)
♡And he'd smell like leathery gun powder notes, mixed with vanilla and whiskey.
Chris Redfield
♡He'd love the smell of nature, most especially pine. He finds the smells of the outside refreshes him when he is stressed.
♡He'd most definitely smell like spicy and warm? Tobacco, nutmeg, iron.
♡Although he'd probably have INSANE bo after a mission, he'd probably drench himself with cologne and say he smells better.
Claire Redfield
♡Oooo, she'd love the smell of sandalwood. She'd probably have every corner in her house garnished with sandalwood candles, + she'd have potpourri displayed as well.
♡She'd smell like the one dove hazelnut shampoo/bodywash, which smells so good. I can not see her smelling bad, and she'd definitely use some sort of light powdery perfume.
Luis Sierra
♡He'd love the smell of his cigarette brand, and I feel like spices? Such as basil, garlic, and paprika.
♡He'd reek of tobacco mixed with a citrusy gingery aroma.
Jill Valentine
♡She'd love the smell of flowers, Similar to her partner, she finds them peaceful a step back from reality.
♡Fruity, like bananas? Something that's light and not too pungent whilst maintaining good hygiene. She also wouldn't use any perfumes but rather a body mist.
Rebecca Chambers
♡Is her favorite smell is coffee, and Carmel! Since she's no longer active in missions and is just a professor/researcher, she'd use sweet scented soaps and shampoos, something that makes people think someone is baking, when it's just her walking in the halls.
Heisenburg
♡He'd probably love the smell of cooked meat and alchohol. Wouldn't touch soup at all and give wet dog smell tbh.
♡And honestly? This guy doesn't shower. He reeks of all types of oils from working in the forgery. And combined with the cigars he smokes, yeah, this guy has a mist of green around him
(I'm sorry) 😃
Victor Gideon
♡He'd love the smell of rain, I can totally see him trying to 'manufacture' the scent itself.
♡He'd have a soury, chemically scent to him. Something similar to like a hospital the cleanness mixed with maybe human bile?
Albert Wekser
♡He'd gain a habit of smelling his wines prior to drinking them, that would be his favorite scent depending on if the quality is to his palette.
♡He'd smell sterile. Maybe he'd smell like leather due to how much he wears, but no 'fragent' smells. he's labeled himself a god, and 'human scents' doesn't fit him. Maybe when in his finale form when uroboros takes over, he smells like ash and rock due to the volcano.
AUTHORS NOTE
Hi! Sorry I haven't posted. I've been very busy with things. I just wanted to write this out and move on. I'll probably be back in a week just figuring some things out! Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this (I know I'm missing some characters, and I'll cover those in the future! And I'm very sorry some are very short🙇♀️
HOLY FUCKING SHIT HOLY FUCKING SHIT HOLY FUCKING SHIT
SOMEONE DID IT
SHIRTLESS VICTOR GIDEON
GOD FUCK MEEEEEEEE HE'S HOOOOOOOTTTTTT 💖💖👌😩💦🐍
He's got The Tough Squish tummy, the wide chest and body, the cracked skin-scales, FUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK
THANK YOU Antonio from YouTube! <3 Your contribution to the Stinky Old Man freaks of Tumblr appreciate it XD
(more of shirtless Victor Gideon under the Cut)
I don't think there's anything I can type up that will properly express my FERAL DESIRE/LUST (mentally, emotionally, and physically) for this Freaker of a Stinker
I'm not the best artist, but I do a bit of squabbles sometimes! I just wanted to post this just in case some other Victor gideon fans needed some dinner 🫡
Porkchops and mushroom soup. He most definitely is not a veggies person. The only exception is tomatoes. He believes they are a fruit.
(I can totally see him picking out the mushroom pieces.)
Lady Alcina Dimitrescu
You, or any other person with flowing blood inside of them. Her insatiable thrist for blood is almost painful due to her transformation. She must feast regularly and only drinks from those who are perfect.
Carlos Oliveria
Chipotle fast food but maxed with high-fiber protein meals? Hell yeah, his order involves pork, brown rice, pinto beans, tomato salsa, fajita veggies, cheese, and lastly, guacamole. And you know he's the type to DRENCH it with sauce
Ada Wong
She has a refined tongue. She's rich and a seasoned mercenary who only eats the best. She wouldn't eat fast food. Her favorite meal is Peking duck it's savory and a delicacy.
Jake Muller
His favorite hobbies are eating apples, I imagine the first time he hears about apple pie, he's like, what?? Considering he basically grew up in the slums of Estonia, poor and hungry. Simple treats like these are rare to him, and he treasures it.
Zeno
His favorite food is actually beef carparccio (same thing that Wesker likes), and he knows that and hates that he likes the same things as Wesker. So he tried new foods and found a new taste, something Albert hadn't hadn't eaten/tried yet, which is calamari, something he would've loved, but it's Zenos, not Weskers.
Ethan Winters/ Rose winters
He LOVES pancakes they're so delicious he loves that it can be a daddy daughter bonding time! He does cute little designs with the pancakes for his daughter, and she loves them. Of course, there is no syrup for Rose since she isn't allowed sugar yet.
Jack Krauser
He's an american military man, I can imagine him pounding back an entire loaf of meat. and honestly? He probably loves it. So his favorite food is meatloaf.
Piers Nivans
I can see him being deployed in places he's never heard of before, And when he on his mission to find chris he stops into a tavern and tries borchst for the first time and IMMEDIATELY falls inlove with it. The flavor is something he's never tried before, and it becomes his new favorite food.
(Kinda yapped too much with piers, but he's my favorite) <3
AUTHORS NOTE
This is the final part! But if there are any characters you specifically want, you can just ask! I'm planning on writing a little post in the upcoming days about me and what I write, and don't write. I've just been impatient to get these little stories out! Next, I'm doing resident evil characters' favorite smells and how they smell like. Thank you whoever suggested that! <3
•Gets pretty dry skin. Once in a while, he'll allow you to put lotion on him. not scented one's, he's sensitive to those strong fragrant smells
•Usually runs cold, so sometimes you'll find him laying outside sprawled out under the sun. LOVES holding you at night if you run hot.
• Loves watching you sleep. And just watching you in general, even if you're not dating yet, he'd instantly be looking for you in a room.
•Has a bad habit of almost choking by swallowing big bites of food. You have to constantly remind him to chew. Usually, he has a diet of just meat, but he'd eat a couple of greens if you cook it and suggest trying it.
•He'd have a BUNCH of pictures of you. the same way he had of grace ashcroft in that hotel room if not more. He'd appreciate every part of your body, anything you'd find not pretty he'd adore.
•The first time he met you was when you were one of a few interns observing his work. He was doing an experiment testing out stuff when you walked in with your group. He was so caught up watching you that he messed up the experiment. A puff of black smoke blasting into his face. It's one of the very few rare times he's messed up during his work.
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•You think he's ever done anything before? Most people are disgusted by him. So when you come along, he's touch-starved and hungry. basically a puddle in your hands when you first touch him. After awhile he starts to get extremely bold
•Underneath his lower hood, his dick is quite a sight, matching his leathery grey skin tone, isn't all, but he's THICK he's like 7 feet tall? Yeah that's going to be a hard pill to swallow. ATLEAST 10 inches soft, and 13.5 inches hard.
•Before even trying anything, he spends a hefty amount of time trying to loosen you up to fit his size using 4 of his massive fingers.
•And of course, he has no idea how to even orally please a woman so he goes of what he knows about the female anatomy by stimulating your clit with his forked tongue
•He's groaning and hissing the entire time, Not really so loud but definitely not the classic smug look he usually has its more relaxed now mouth just agape.
•Ass, tits, or thighs? He's an ass man. He loves flinging you over his shoulder and smacking your ass.
Kinks
•TW blood mention, somnophila,knives
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-manhandling (loves the size difference between you two)
-blood letting/play (He loves how sweet your blood is and how it pumps out from your body when he pistons into you)
-knife play (Has a wide collection of knives)
-somnophila (Usually works late, so by the time he's coming home/ to bed, you'd be sleeping, but he's pent up with anxiety and wants to release it up)
-overstimulation (Needs you to be a moaning mess when you're done.)
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(OMG, I HOPE YALL LIKED THESE HEAD CANNONS. I really really want to do wesker next)
Do you think after a long mission when Chris is exhausted, he'd just let you ride tf out of him? He'd lay there his hands on your ass helping you up and down on his dick? Don't worry, he has stamina, but he's getting older, and he isn't in his 20s anymore. Over 30 years of getting into battles with B.O.W's does something to a man's joints. Luckily, he has no problem getting it up..
Yet 🤭
(This is my first ever post. Get ready for a shit-ton of my nasty little headcannons) 🤪
SUMMARY: Leon's struggling with being infected with he doesn't know what, same as you, but when he comes home, a bit drunk, and finds out he missed your birthday... he knows he's definitely fucked up
‼️ Angst. Mentions of alcoholism and death
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💬 Wrote this based on my 21st birthday... something like this happened and it still haunts me, but we have an angsty fic! I really hope you like it... even it may not be as good as my other fics
Leon arrives at your home staggering a little bit, opening the door with trembling hands. He has a headache he knows wouldn’t be that bad if he had followed Chris’s advice to not drink… but, instead, he ended up drinking more vodka that he should have.
As soon as he steps inside, he stops in the doorway, looking around as if he barely knew his very own home.
He takes a few unsteady steps toward the small table in the entryway and leaves his keys there, starting to think about why the house is much quieter than usual.
His laugh fades quickly alongside the false sense of security the alcohol in his system had given him.
When he finally dares to walk a bit farther and reaches the living room, he notices that there aren’t lights on, though there are plates and leftovers, probably from dinner, on the small table in front of the television.
What catches his attention the most is that you, his wife, aren’t curled up on the couch watching one of those stupid movies you like so much and that you always seem to be watching every time Leon comes home.
Despite these obvious signs, Leon doesn’t panic… or, at least, not as much as he probably should.
Something deep inside him tells him that the situation he’s just walked into doesn’t feel right… but what could possibly be wrong? Nothing… right?
When he goes to the kitchen to get a glass of water and walks around the island, his foot catches on something and he almost ends up falling on the floor. A bit confused, he looks down to see what almost caused that accident.
His heart drops when he sees an empty box on the floor, its lid broken as if it had been thrown down on purpose with considerable force.
That’s when reality hits him hard.
His gaze shifts to the left, to the half-open trash can. Inside, an untouched cake with floral decorations and a message that no longer reads clearly, concretely a “Happy birthday!” makes a heavy pressure settle in his chest.
“Fuck, no… No, it wasn’t today… It’s tomorrow…”
Desperately, trying to figure out what he can do about it, Leon runs his hands through his hair as if that might somehow calm him down. His breathing grows more and more uneven, and he can’t take his eyes off that damn cake.
It doesn’t feel real. He can't believe that he’s actually forgotten a date as important as his wife’s birthday… your birthday.
Today’s your fucking birthday, and Leon completely forgot about that.
He tries not to panic more, trying to think about how something that was so obvious turned so suddenly into a complete nightmare for him.
Leon notices his phone lying on the counter. Quickly, he grabs it to check if you¡ve called or texted him, only to realize after trying to turn it on several times that it has no battery. He blames his drunkenness and the stress from work and his illness not only for not noticing until now that he didn’t have his phone with him, but for everything.
Yet, deep down, he’s perfectly aware that all the excuses his making for himself make no sense, and that any justification he might give you would be nothing but just fucking nonsense.
He exhales sharply, leaving the phone on the counter, and without thinking about it any further… he heads toward your bedroom.
The door’s half open, and even the light is off, he can see your figure lying on the bed with your back to him, apparently completely unaware that he’s come home.
The only sound in the room is the quiet and muffled sound of your sobs.
Leon can’t help moving a little closer, trying to do something, anything. He sees that you’re hugging a pillow, probably searching for the comfort that, clearly, he should’ve give you that day.
That’s when Leon, even though he knows he can’t do anything to improve the situation right now, decides to face the situation:.
“Love…”
You don’t answer, of course, and that hurts Leon more than the thousand words you should’ve said in that moment.
Your husband moves closer to the bed, kneeling beside you, and gently begins to stroke your face.
Not only Leon, but you also seem too surprised that you don’t pull his hand away.
“I’m so sorry…” he continues, doing his best not to lose his temper. “I swear this wasn’t my intention. I wanted to come back early, but you know how chaotic work has been these days with everything about the virus. Chris insisted we stay a little longer, and I didn’t even have my phone with me…”
“You forgot, Leon,” you reply sharply, not even looking at him, your voice filled with pain, anger, and sadness. “Jesus, Leon, you forgot my fucking birthday the moment the clock hit midnight.”
Leon falls silent.
Once again, reality makes him realize that anything he says won’t be enough.
Of course.
He sits on the edge of the bed, trying to figure out how to explain himself calmly enough to admit his mistakes while still acknowledging to you the guilt he feels.
“You know that it wasn’t my intention. With everything going on… I’ve been a little overwhelmed,” he says, lowering his gaze to his hands nervously. “I needed to step out of my comfort zone for a bit to clear my head, and—”
“And doing that on my birthday, after you promised me you’d take me on a surprise trip, seemed like the best idea to you?” you interrupt, lifting your head but not looking at him.
Your eyes are completely red and swollen from crying, and Leon immediately feels even worse.
“I know perfectly well that you’re not going through a good time, and you know I’m not either. But… I also know that, until now, you’ve kept every promise you’ve made to me. Not only you forget about me… you left me here alone all day as if nothing mattered to you. As if I didn’t matter to you.”
Leon tries, once again, to find some way to save the situation, but he knows there’s nothing he can do. He’s given up… he’s tired of overthinking. He knows there’s nothing he can do about it, specially when you turn on the light and sit up in front of him…
That’s when he realizes he has no idea how to continue talking without disappointing you even more.
“You know all of this has been really difficult for me…”
“Difficult for you? Seriously?” you cut in, moving closer to him and pointing your finger at him. “And you think it’s been easy for me? Watching you shut me out, refusing to tell me what’s going on in your head… Not to mention that, apparently, you’re drinking again. I thought we’d already talked about that, Leon.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know…”
A lie.
He doesn’t know.
He knows he’s fallen back into it again… and he isn’t sure he can actually stop himself this time.
“I can’t blame you or try changing your mind because you’re right,” Leon continues. “I behaved like a complete asshole today and really, I truly am sorry. I love you, really, and much more than you think…”
“Are you sure you love me? Do you love me, or your fucking job?” the anger in your voice is unmistakable. “Because, honestly, I’ve felt for a while now that it seems like your whole fucking world revolves more around the DSO, around all that saving the world stuff—”
“Hey, listen to me—”
“No. You listen to me, Leon Kennedy,” you snap back irritably. All he can do is swallow and try to keep his composure. “Every day that passes you make it clearer and clearer that we’re not one anymore. All that marriage stuff we built, that shit of till death do us part…” you sigh. “And, hear me out, as much as it hurts me to say it… I know I’m not the only one who sees it. We’re not an us anymore.”
Your words cut deep into Leon, but he knows he deserves them.
And… that you may be right.
Fuck, you’re so fucking right…
“You know it’s not just that you forgot my birthday today, Leon. It’s everything. Not listening to me, not telling me anything… even though I know you’re dying. I want to support you, Leon, I really do. You’re my husband, but at this point… why should I keep being in a relationship that, instead of giving me life, is killing me inside?”
That hits him like a bucket of cold water.
“You don’t understand, do you?” you ask when your husband doesn’t answer. “If you really loved me, you wouldn’t be afraid to show yourself as you are, with your flaws and your strengths. I think, deep down, and even though I’ve tried to convince myself otherwise… you’ve always done the same thing, Leon: you’ve never allowed me to fully be part of your life. At this point… did I ever really get to know the real you, or not?”
“I don’t do that, love, it’s just that—”
Even though Leon gathers the courage to speak, you cut him off. You can’t keep listening to him, not when it feels like, when you know that, he’s lying straight to your face.
“God, Leon… Yes you do!” you shout, your voice breaking. “Do you realize that, even though you’ve been with me, I’ve been completely alone? Alone, Leon… Alone! I’ve tried so, so many times to talk to you, to make you see that there might be a cure for whatever it is we have, but…”
You force yourself to stop speaking.
Your throat hurts, and your head hurts even more. You don’t feel any regret about the way you’re acting toward Leon right now, but you feel pity. Pity because you know that the Leon Kennedy you once met is now more emotionally broken than ever… and there’s no way, anything you can do, for him to open up to you… his wife.
“I can’t keep giving you everything while you keep giving me nothing in return.”
“I’m sorry…”
“A simple I’m sorry doesn’t fix anything, Leon,” you say in a lower voice, bitter, but no less hurt. “I wish it’d only been today… Honestly, I feel like you’re pushing me out of your life… I feel like you’re turning into a complete stranger to me,” you admit, trying not to show weakness. “You’ve been like this for months, Leon, and I don’t know what to do to keep what we have from dying… even when we’re the ones literally dying. But, at this point, honestly… it seems like you really want us to die..”
“That’s not true,” he replies immediately. “Love, really, I love you more than you could ever imagine…”
“You sure about that? Because it feels like the exact opposite,” you ask, tears filling your eyes again.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers once more, so quietly it’s almost impossible to hear. “You know I want to… but I honestly don’t know how to fix this…”
You look at him, your eyes searching on his face for some sign, some sort of a silent promise that things between you could actually change.
However, Leon’s words make you realize that you need to stop thinking positively about things really changing and, instead, you should really start being realistic.
This isn’t the fairy tale you always thought.
Perhaps, it never really was… at least, not one of those with the happiest ending ever.
“Maybe you can’t,” you confess, something inside you breaking at the sound of your words finally being out loud. “I can’t keep living like this, Leon… I can’t keep feeling like I’m not enough… like I’m not enough for you.”
“Seriously, we can keep going… This is not our ending, love… I’ll do better from now on, I promise…”
“You don’t understand, do you?” you turn toward him, looking at him for the first time since the argument began. “Things aren’t going to be fixed just by taking me out to dinner or buying me some necklace to make up for today or lately, but—”
“Love, please… I need you…”
“I can’t keep waiting and waiting for you to come back home when you’re barely you anymore, Leon. Today, even though I tried to pretend not to see it, even though I tried to let it go and not think about it and, of course, after trying to put myself in your place too many times… it was the moment I knew.”
“Love…”
“I guess that, no reason to stay, is a good reason to go. Don’t you think so?”
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cecil stedman x female!reader. ns4w. smut. no gender/prns mentioned. short fic. smoking. pet-names. reverse cowgirl. cream pie. r calls cecil “cece”. this is kinda dirty.
a/n: guys i might be an old man fucker😭😭 pray for me
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Cecil…Cecil is not quite sure how he has found himself in this position.
It’s all a blur really. A flash. A blink in time. An artificial warp of reality.
One minute, you’re innocently inviting him into your house for coffee. Cecil wonders for brief moment why you or himself would be drinking coffee so late at night, but he accepts your invite. He assumed he wouldn’t be here for long anyway.
Then you two get to talking; work, the “superheroes”, the goddamn weather, anything you get your mind to.
A cup of coffee turns into a glass of wine.
Then two. Three.
You two were sitting far too close to one another for it to be considered “professional”.
Bare, short-clad knees brushing against his dark-coloured cotton suit that looks far too expensive for someone like him. He lost his suit jacket and loosened his red tie as soon as you poured him his second glass of wine.
Cecil isn’t usually so lax, so accepting of offers like house invitations and wine, but he figures it’s been a long week, an even longer year and that he deserves a break no matter how short it will last.
“Debbie just doesn’t understand.” Cecil sighs, downing the rest of his wine. It takes the weight of the world off his shoulders. “I don’t want to hurt her. Or Mark, or Oliver. They just don’t-“” He sighs, “They just don’t get it.”
“I know, Cece.” Your head buzzed so much that you don’t even remember placing your hand on his shoulder. “They don’t live in our world. They don’t under…understand the sacrifice. They think you’re evil but you’re not. I know you’re not evil.”
Cecil is staring at you now, rusty-blue irises filling your vision like the ocean, ivory eyelashes frost around them. His eyes are glassy.
“You believe that?”
Your face is too close to his now. You take your hand in his large one.
“You’re a good man, Cecil. I believe that."
Cecil's gaze flickers down to where your two hands are connected then back to you again. He gulps. It follows the swipe of your tongue over your lips like a moth to a flame. He hears your breath hitch.
"Cece..."
You eye the mangled skin of his lip. Then your own lips find them.
At first he doesn't respond. He's frozen in his spot on your couch, hand flopping limply in your own.
Cecil seems to be snapped back into his senses when you pull back, apologising viciously, offering him a way out, far, far away from the mess you have conjured up from the sinful movement of your lips.
He quickly puts a stop to that babble with his own lips.
He should not have done that. He should not have done that.
But God, your lips were so soft. You were so responsive and enthusiastic to his touch, a feeling he hasn't felt in over a decade. So sue him for breaking his own rules for once in his shit life.
You both stumble to your bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes (mainly yours) in the wake. You’re pushing him onto your plush sheets. The fly to his pants are down.
It’s a whirl. He’s blinded by it all - your body, your hands, your lips, your breath - it’s all too much and not near enough.
That’s how he finds himself in this position - lying on your bed, his shirt unbuttoned and pants down to his ankles, with you bouncing up and down on his dick.
You’ve already came twice, courtesy of his mouth and length. You seem to be returning the favour judging by the ferocity of your hips.
Cecil can’t take his eyes away from where you both meet - your wet folds leave strings of gossamer with every desperate rise and fall of your bounces, and your gorgeous ass ripples and shines with each movement.
This was it. This is what kills him.
If someone five years ago had told him that he’d be fucking his most attractive coworker, he wouldn’t have believed it. Gone were the days that he could have some sort of freedom in his life, any dream of relaxation was just that; a dream. Fantasies that will never come into fruition.
But Cecil guesses he was wrong.
“Oh, oh fuck.” He curses. His stomach clenches. “Fuck.”
Cecil’s hand grips one of your soft, pert cheeks in his hand. You arch into the contact.
“Cece…Cece, are you gonna cum?”
You really were trying to kill him.
The visual of your coy face peering back at him over your shoulder, the rotations of your ass, and most importantly, the way your hot, seeping tight cunt swallows his cock so tightly that you may have gifted him with a small experience of the heaven he will never face.
“Don’t say that shit.”
You giggle. You fucking giggle.
“I’m just saying,” - you cut yourself off with a loud moan - “I’m just saying tha-that you can cum inside of me.”
An animalistic growl spews from Cecil’s mouth as his grip turns into searing iron on your hips.
“Don’t say that shit.”
“‘M serious, you can.” As if to emphasise your point, you switch on an ecstatic pace with your hips, rotating yourself on his cock like a cog in a wheel. Quick and precise. You can feel your own wetness dripping down his cock.
Cecil didn’t stand a chance.
Not with the way you moved or the sounds that kept pouring out of your mouth or the smooth tilts and curves of your supple body.
His heavy balls draw up tight. His head is thrown back. His hips buck up once, twice, thrice-
He erupts inside of you with a tremulous groan, one that echoes throughout your quaint room. His cock spurts rope after rope of sticky seed inside of your walls, more than you knew a man his age was capable of giving. His hands remain of your still-moving hips, slowing you down just a little. He wanted a break, not to be a victim of an accidental murder.
You hum, biting your lip at how full you are. Planting your hands on the bed, you raise yourself off his dick. Cecil hisses at the cool air hitting his now flaccid member. You wiggle your hips.
Cecil sees what you’re drawing his attention to - his cum, his cum that is seeping around and from your velvet, glistening walls. If he had the energy he did twenty years ago, this would’ve called for a round two.
“Jesus.” He spits, the bite mellowed out by his fatigue. “You’re fucking greedy, aren’t you?”
You laugh at him. “I’ll take that as a thank you.”
You clamber off his lap, sweaty, sheen and sly as fox you crawl up to his side. Your rouge-bitten lips find solace on his clear neck, a neck in desperate need of some dark love bites.
Cecil reaches into his trousers that are still hooked around his ankles. He pulls out his lighter and a cigarette. He lights it.
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