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This is the moment, my love. The moment in which we make a new world for ourselves.
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I was so impressed in the Gauntlet. I didn't even know I could talk to Yurgir. My first Tav just attacked him. Now durge convinced him. He's so terrifyingly awesome. And Astarion approves that. A lot.
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ok i'm done being sad. time to be horny again. (video from @bhaalbabebardlock )
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Durge came to his dearest and nearest to help dealing with his episode. Gortash was happy to give a hand, not for free though.
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“I always thought home would be a place, and indeed it is, but not in any physical sense. It is a place in my heart. It is a feeling given by true friends. I know this now, and know that I am home.”
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| based on "Perfect Slaughter" by asterbae
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Perfectionist (Albert Wesker x afab!Reader)
18+ | this man deserves to hump the bed, oral sex (reader receiving), afab anatomy gn!reader, amab version here | Fic Directory
Particular. Methodical. Precise.
Starved.
All words fit to describe the way Wesker handles you. Even now, even with his face buried between your legs, he works with such intense mindfulness. Every swipe of his tongue, each bruising nibble to your thighs or heady suckle to your swollen bud is done with the sole intention of bringing you the most pleasure possible.
Wesker is a perfectionist, and you are the canvas upon which he will paint. He will carve the beauty of your bliss into this world one swipe at a time, for hours on end if he must. Even in the midst of such a primal deed, he is nothing but grace– until he isn’t. Until you catch, by sheer luck, the sight of his hips grinding down against the bed. Just once.
Just one little slip of his self control.
But how fucking euphoric to know you push him to such extremes. That the mere taste of your nectar can unravel his unyielding poise is enough to undo you. With your hands in his hair, gripping, tugging, voice squeaking and pleading, you feel the lightning strike of your release burst through you. It tingles into your limbs, down your spine. You arch and squirm, but he holds you in place effortlessly.
He always does.
And he doesn’t stop…
He laps at your through all of it, fingers beckoning slick from your quivering cunt to feed his insatiable appetite. His little sounds aren’t lost on you. The heavy, panted breaths; the little moan here or there; that one particularly drawn out hum of delight when your thighs clamped tight around his head.
You peer from under heavy eyelids when you feel his lips at your thighs once more, peppering soft kisses as you come down from your release. To your surprise, his gaze is anything but soft– so unlike his actions. You find him staring with determined, voracious eyes– red as ever, boring deep into you. The juxtaposition ignites the strangest blendings of anticipation and adoration. He’s promising you silently and loudly all at once: you belong to him.
You are his down to the molecular level and beyond– to the little building blocks of each and every atom in your body. He has made his claim.
The fingers within you continue their motions and his thumb falls to your tender bud. Wesker is silent as he works you back to madness, basking in the trembling of your legs, nuzzling against the inside of your thigh to feel and watch each and every reaction.
You can see him faltering again. So subtle, but you catch the way his hips move. Poor thing. His pants must feel so tight by now…
You wish he wasn’t so damn dignified all the time. If he’d only accept that he was allowed the simple pleasures, that he could let go of some of that pride and hump the bed like any normal man. God, you’d fucking love to see it. Even just that little gyration was enough to make you clench around his digits.
You can see in his eyes that he’s doing everything in his power to resist it.
You use your grip in his hair to push him back to your aching core. His lips curl in a smirk at your clit and you wish more than anything that you could kiss that damned look off his face.
“Mm, god!” You mewl, knowing full well what such an exclamation means to him. Not a plea to a higher power, no…
That title is his.
“So, so good…” you gasp, pushing up to meet his soft tongue. Through the haze, you see it happen again. The smallest arch of his back, the lightest rocking of his hips.
Is that what he needs?
“That's– that's it!”
Again.
“Al… oh god!”
Let him know how good he’s doing.
You resist biting back a moan, just to further test the waters. You let those little whimpers sing freely, let his name fall from your lips and your hands tug and pull at his hair. You even dig one of your heels into his back, and then you hear it.
Nearly silent, Wesker's gasping, open-mouthed whine reverberates against your sopping folds. The sound dances to your ears, more beautiful than any melody to ever grace the world.
Your fingers curl tighter in his locks, pressing him closer. With your back arched and feet braced, you grind up against his face. Both of his arms lock around your thighs as if, by some measure, to remind you that it’s only by his good graces that you’re allowed to use him so wantonly.
Another weak noise quivers against your aching cunt, and you find it in yourself to fight off the tendrils of release seeping through every fiber of your being just to watch him.
“I love it!” You gasp, perhaps just a little too breathily. “L-Love you!”
Which, of course, earns you that reaction you so desperately want. This time your treat is two sharp rocks of his hips and the unmistakable creak of the bedframe protesting against his strength.
You’re playing such a dangerous game with him. What if you get what you want, hm? What if you make the man-made god come in his pants? What then?
Surely there will be consequences for pushing him into such a position. Perhaps he’ll make you lick him clean. No, no… that’s hardly a punishment. What if he threw you over his knee?
Also not quite the worst case scenario.
So you sing for him. With every little breath, you vocalize how good it feels, how good he feels, until suddenly those subtle grinds against the bed are anything but and he’s practically growling against your heat.
His eyes are screwed shut, brow furrowed, tongue fucking in and out of you while his nose presses to your clit, and he humps against the bed as though the panopticon of his pride had never been there at all to observe such a desperate act unbecoming of a god.
The sight sends you hurtling over the edge, back rising from the bed as you shiver and shake and gush more slick for his greedy tongue. His name falls from your lips over and over like a prayer, and by the time your back hits the bed once more you hear and feel him finding his own release as he thrusts away at nothing.
The thought alone of what just happened is enough to make you see stars…
You pet through his hair affectionately, cooing praise until those piercing eyes crack open and stare lazily through the haze. His mouth stays pressed at the base of your mound, slick glistening at the tip of his nose and the curve of his cheek– too invested in painting his masterpiece to realize he’d become part of it.
Eventually though, you manage to get him to crawl back up. You thumb away at the mess, utterly hypnotized when he grabs your wrist and sucks your digit clean. You can see it in his eyes… You feel it in the way he kisses you.
Ever the perfectionist, Albert Wesker is far from finished with you.
#albert wesker#albert wesker x reader#albert wesker x you#wesker x reader#resident evil#ff#fanfiction#smut
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It’s all about pathetic oversharing and 2 pity likes from your mutuals on here
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Will you be mine - today, and tomorrow, and reaching into eternity?
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What's some advice you wish you received much earlier
"When people come to you to establish a boundary or a need or to express hurt feelings, that's a compliment, not an attack. That is them wanting to develop the relationship and trusting you to listen and care to do better. And no matter how sad you are about accidentally hurting them, it's a GOOD thing that they cared to have a hard conversation with you"
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Thank you to @darkaquarius93 for spawning a delightfully morbid backstory in my head
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⊰ Sceleritas Fel - Your loyal, and ever adoring butler. ⊱
#baldur's gate#baldur's gate 3#bg3#sceleritas fel#love him#want to keep him when rejecting bhaal#more important than new kisses and romances#please larian let me keep sceleritas as good noodle
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