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raccoonscity · 1 month

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Make Me Choose: Resident Evil Remake or Resident Evil: Code Veronica? (asked by @a-s-t-a-r-i-o-n)

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comphy-and-cozy · 1 year

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The After Party

Pairing: Brady Skjei x Reader (f) x Andrei Svechnikov

Summary: When your new fling Andrei invites you to his joint birthday party, you’re surprised to learn that it’s a past flame who shares his birthday. And surely a double birthday calls for a double celebration — even if that means that you are the gift.

Word Count: 6.3K

Author's Note: Happy belated birthday, @smileysvech! Your bday gang bang awaits. 😘 Thanks for letting me take creative filth liberty to write your ultimate fantasy with my two favorite Carolina princes. Also S/O to @ryanpulock for literally remaking two gifs for my graphic and for encouraging the depravity. I’m not sure if anyone’s ever written this on tumblr dot com before so… enjoy!

Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY). Light alcohol use/mention, swearing, one (1) use of Y/N. Threesome (MFM - no MxM), fingering (vaginal + anal - f receiving), oral sex (m + f receiving (vaginal + anal)), unprotected sex, vaginal sex, anal sex (f receiving), double penetration, creampie oh my god this is so depraved. **Please do your research before engaging in any sexual activity but especially anal sex. This is fiction and by no means any indication of how one should prepare. :)

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When Andrei Svechnikov slid into your DMs, you were shocked, to say the least. When he showed genuine interest, asking you on a real date instead of the standard late-night meet up, you were even more surprised.

That was two months ago. Since then, you’ve crossed a myriad of unexpected things off your list with regard to Andrei Svechnikov. You’ve had a sleepover—with just cuddling—and gone out to breakfast, even started a small collection of Carolina Hurricanes t-shirts in your drawer, remnants of late nights and slow mornings with the Russian superstar. You’ve met a small handful of his teammates—always introduced vaguely, with no title to give you any inkling of where you stood relationship-wise, or even how he really feels about you.

Tonight is your next ‘first’: a Canes party. Andrei’s birthday party, to be specific, meaning your man (date? Boyfriend?)—whatever—is the star of the show.

To say you’re nervous would be an understatement, hence the extra shot before your Uber arrives to take you to Andrei’s. If he notices, he doesn’t seem bothered, greeting you with a smirk and a kiss on the cheek.

“You look hot.”

“Well, I have to look nice for your birthday, don’t I?” you say with a shy smile, still not used to this Adonis of a man complimenting you and checking you out so shamelessly. He responds with a slap to your ass and something murmured about a birthday gift later that earns a dull throb between your legs as you follow him out the door.

As you’re walking into the party—at the house of one of his teammates, whose name he hadn’t mentioned—Andrei takes your hand in his, lacing your fingers between his large ones. The action causes the butterflies in your chest to flutter excitedly at the outward display of affection.

It doesn’t take long for a drink to find its way into your hand and several introductions to take place. You’re still just Your Name, No Title, though your adrenaline barely lets you dwell on it, focusing instead of learning names and not making a fool of yourself. While you make small talk with Sebbe, the side profile of a handsome brunette catches your eye. He’s laughing, a crinkle around his eye as he smiles, and there’s something about his laugh that feels so familiar…

Andrei approaches as you’re building the courage to ask who the mystery man is. With his arm slipped casually around your waist, the question disappears as quickly as it came. Sebbe teases Andrei, who blushes and nudges him with his leg.

When Sebastian takes his leave, called to the rowdy game of flip cup outside, you’re left alone with Andrei. He gives your hip a reassuring squeeze, almost as if to say, you’re doing great. You barely have time to process. before someone is bounding up to the two of you like a golden retriever—and of course, it’s none other than your brunette mystery man.

“Svech, the birthday boy!” he greets, clapping his hand against Andrei’s in a greeting. Andrei smiles, then gestures to you, ready to introduce you. Your eyes slide up to his, instantly registering why he’s so familiar—

“Brady?”

You watch as the same realization dawns on his face, his eyebrows raised in surprise. “Oh, shit — hey, Y/N!”

“What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same question,” he shoots back, though his eyes flick to Andrei with a hint of realization before his beautiful brown irises are back on yours.

Andrei pauses, confusion written on his face as he looks between the two of you. He quickly racks his brain, trying to remember if he’d already introduced you. The memory never comes, though, because he hasn’t, and he realizes a moment too late that you two already know each other, somehow, some way.

“You two know each other?”

You bite your lip, contemplating how you want to approach as you glance over at Brady. Because how do you tell your new fuck buddy that his teammate is your former fuck buddy?

“Brady and I…”

“We used to—”

“—we used to hang out when he lived in New York,” you finish for him, your eyes shifting hopefully to Andrei, praying that he won’t read between the lines and that Brady will take the hint to keep his mouth shut.

“Oh,” is all Andrei says, and in an instant you know that he has, in fact, put the pieces together. Of course, the way Brady’s eyes are glittering as he looks at you doesn’t help, either. You’re sure he’s reflecting on one of the many times he had you crying out his name in his bed after a party not-so-dissimilar to the one you’re at.

“Welcome to our joint birthday party,” he says with a warm smile, and you’re thankful that he’s decided to keep any extracurricular thoughts to himself. “Did Svech tell you we share the same birthday?”

“No, he didn’t,” you smile back, offering him a ‘Happy Birthday’ as you raise your drink, taking an extra long gulp in an effort to aid your nerves.

Brady thanks you, then excuses himself to greet a few other teammates who’ve walked in, leaving you standing awkwardly with Andrei. He’s quiet, toying with the label on his beer bottle, and you shift uncomfortably.

Is he mad? Does he think I’m a whore?

“I can leave, if you want me to,” you finally say quietly, deciding to just address the elephant in the room; Andrei isn’t stupid and has surely figured it out. You’re afraid to look him in the eye, instead casting your gaze to the hardwood floor. You know you didn’t do anything wrong, but you’d understand if he was no longer interested given the layer of complication Brady added to your relationship.

Your words make him pause, and you can feel his eyes on you. He tucks a finger under your chin and tilts your head up to face him, looking you firmly in the eye. “No. I want you here.”

A rush of emotion floods your system, almost embarrassed at his display of affection. He’s never been so direct with you, and part of you wonders if the Brady discovery has forced it out of him. With a nod, you smile as he presses his lips to yours softly.

Later, you find yourself in the hot tub with Andrei, Marty, and Nykki as the party starts to wane down, both the water and the heat in Andrei’s eyes causing your body to warm from the inside out. The conversation is light, casual, and your uncertainty after your unexpected reunion with Brady might as well have never happened.

When Marty and Nykki bid their farewells a little while later, you’re alone with your new Russian friend, who scoots closer to you in the otherwise empty hot tub. Underneath the water, his large hand reaches for your knee, giving you a squeeze. You offer him a smile, trying to hide the effect he has on you.

“Brady seems pretty excited that you’re here.”

“I’m sure it was just the alcohol,” you wave off his comment, doing your best to hide your surprise that he’s returned to the topic.

Andrei hums, and you know he doesn’t believe your indifference, your nonchalant response. You wouldn’t either, if the roles were reversed.

“It really wasn’t a big thing,” you add, feeling the need to clarify—to justify your past relationship. “It was totally casual.”

And then you feel his fingers take flight in a slow glide on your leg. Your breath hitches slightly when you realize, seeing the tiny smirk that creeps onto his face. His movements are skewed by the distortion in the water and the ripple in the surface, so he moves confidently and with little hesitation.

“Did he touch you here?” his voice purrs in your ear, his hand sliding up your thigh.

“Andrei…”

“How about here?” his other hand caresses your breast, your nipple hardening under his touch despite the heat of the water.

“Did he make you come?”

Up ‘til now, Andrei has been more than satisfactory in the bedroom, but he’s reserved. He’s not afraid to leave marks and show his strength a little bit, but you can tell he’s been holding something back, that there’s another layer hiding beneath his kind surface. He’s confident, that much is clear, but you’ve sensed an almost cocky interior that’s been waiting to make an appearance, biding its time until it can ravage you.

“Sure fuckin’ did, bud,” a voice that isn’t yours sounds from the patio. Both you and your companion look up in surprise, unaware that anyone was around.

Brady stands with a hand in his pocket, a bottle of beer held loosely in his other as he observes the scene in front of him. You don’t know how long he’s been there, but you assume it’s been long enough for him to glean what’s happening—Andrei, jealous, claiming you back into his possession. Part of you wonders if he’d want to watch.

“Made her scream quite a bit, too.”

Instantly, you feel Andrei tense beside you, hand gripping onto your thigh as Brady welcomes himself into the hot tub. He’s calm, cool, collected, fully aware he’s riling Andrei up and flustering you at the same time.

Once he’s settled, he takes another swig of his beer before nodding at you. “Have to say, you were one of the biggest reasons I was disappointed to leave New York when I got traded.”

Andrei grimaces, the pulse point in his neck ticking. He knows what Brady’s doing, too, and he’s weighing his options. The last thing he wants to do is fight his own teammate, but he does want to wipe that smug expression off of his handsome face. Fuck, why did your previous exploit have to be him—the handsome Disney prince?

As he watches you and Brady make small talk, playing catch up on each other’s lives, Andrei contemplates. He could fall to follow Brady’s whims, loosening the control he has and blurring the line of who you’re here to see.

Or he could push back. Assert himself, solidifying his place in your life as your man.

And somehow, the second option seems much more appealing.

“Babe, come on,” he says, interrupting Brady’s hilarious story about the time he took the wrong subway in NYC, ignoring the way you giggle. “Let’s go into the sauna.”

Puzzled at the abrupt change of pace, you look at him and watch as he offers you his hand to help you out of the hot tub with a smile. With a shrug, you send Brady an apologetic glance before accepting it. You can feel his eyes on your ass as you step out, the warm water falling from your body.

Once you’re inside the sauna, Andrei turns up the temperature. As he sits down, he pulls you into his lap, easily adjusting your body until you’re straddling him. The wooden bench is warm and hard beneath your knees, but the way Andrei is looking at you is enough to distract you from any discomfort.

His hand glides along your jaw, smirking once he sees the hitch in your throat. Part of you is anxious, worried that someone will walk in. Your mind flashes to Brady, sitting in the hot tub just around the corner, to the times where you’d been in the exact same position in his lap—though, admittedly, never in a sauna.

“I don’t mind that you slept with him,” comes Andrei’s deep voice, murmured lowly as he continues to trail light circles over your damp skin. Relief floods your mind, quickly replaced by surprise when he adds, “Actually, it’s kinda hot.”

“It is?”

Andrei nods with a hum, nipping at a spot on your neck. “Yeah. S’like he warmed you up for me.”

Between his words and the heat of his mouth against your skin, you mewl. Before you have a chance to say anything back, his pillowy lips are pressing against yours in an open-mouthed kiss, hot and full of fire and unlike any other time he’s kissed you before. Surely the steam and the dim lighting adds to the aura, moisture building between your thighs as you feel where his groin is pressed against you.

“Don’t think I’d mind sharing,” he mumbles against your lips, the deep vibration of his voice buzzing on your mouth. You whimper at his implication, the thought of both of their lips working sinful magic on you almost too much to bear.

Of course, he notices your reaction; it’s impossible to ignore the way your hips roll steadily in his lap. His lips curl into a smile against yours. “Yeah? You’d like that?”

He pulls away, only slightly, to gauge your response. You cast your eyes down shyly, embarrassed, which only makes him smile harder at the contrast—shy despite admitting wanting to be fucked by two men. It’s cute, and it makes him want to ravage you even more than he already does.

“Could go get him right now, if you want,” he says softly. “It is our birthday, after all.”

Brady’s eyes glitter as he takes in the sight of you and Andrei approaching, hand in hand. Something’s different though, judging by the heave of your chest and the way your eyes avert his gaze; briefly, his mind flickers to what happened inside the sauna to yield your reaction. Andrei’s confident, smug, nodding at him in greeting. Something shifts in the air as they communicate silently, messages sent through a jerk of Andrei’s head and a sly smirk.

Eyebrows raised, Brady glances at you, hoping to catch your eye. The shyness of your glance is all he needs to confirm that you’re in, and a toothy grin breaks out on his handsome face.

“Oh? You gonna give us both a little birthday treat?” he asks, taking in the way you’re nervously chewing on your lip.

The sound of water sloshing has you looking up, seeing water sliding down Brady’s muscular body as he stands up. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he makes his way down the steps and approaches you, tucking a finger under your chin. Flashes of silver in his hair shine in the dim light. “Aw, don’t be shy, sweetheart. You know I only bite if you want me to.”

His less-than-subtle words make the butterflies in your chest beat their wings, heart ticking a touch faster with both of them in such close proximity. It had never really formally ended with Brady, only a few texts exchanged to let you know he was moving and a vague promise to reach out the next time he was in town. He hadn’t, but you weren’t offended; it had never been that kind of relationship.

The indefinite end to your little tryst is what you attribute to the excited pulse of your heart in your throat, able to easily recall the feelings for Brady that had been left dormant over the last few years. They don’t compete with what you feel for Andrei, but they’re enough to have you buzzing as he leads you into the house.

The next thing you know, you find yourself in Brady’s bedroom—foreign to you, though you recognize the bed frame and the bookshelf from his apartment in New York. You shiver, cool now that the air conditioning hits your damp skin. It’s quickly remedied when Andrei’s firm body approaches you from behind, his broad, muscular chest pressed against your back while his arms wrap around you, pulling you flush against him.

His lips begin a slow, teasing descent on the back of your neck and along your shoulder blade, not wasting any time by waiting for any sort of awkward introduction. You can feel Brady’s eyes on you, observing the way you react to Andrei’s touch, as if trying to remember what makes you tick. He’s gauging his next action, content for now to watch the way goosebumps break out over your skin and take in the small noises emitting from your throat.

Andrei’s large hands pull your hips backwards, until your ass is pressed against a very firm appendage, and you gasp. For all you’ve been worried about how Andrei will react, he seems to thoroughly enjoy the idea of sharing you. Brady’s eyes crinkle, his lips curling up into a smile.

“You like that, sweetheart? Is he hard for you?”

As if to ensure you know that he is, Andrei pushes his hips forward in a short thrust. He accentuates the movement with a nip to your shoulder before Brady’s stepping forward to close the gap between you. Before you can even register the two large bodies you’re deliciously sandwiched between, his lips are on yours in a kiss that sucks the air out of your lungs.

Brady’s hands snake their way up your jaw to tangle in your hair, his tongue quick to find yours as he re-familiarizes himself with your mouth. The feeling of his lips almost instantly recalls memories at the things he used to do to you with them, your unexpected reunion adding flame to the fire. Your mind is hazy, drunk on palomas and desire as Andrei’s hands tug your hips back to afford him the angle to grind his pelvis against you. The kiss is hot, and you’ve completely forgotten about the coolness of your damp swimsuit, your skin shockingly warm as the temperature continues to rise in Brady’s room.

Without warning, four hands flip you around in sync so that you’re facing Andrei, who greets you with a dimpled smirk. Brady’s hands, formerly in your hair, drag heat up your sides to land at your chest, tugging the material of your bikini top to the side to expose your breasts. As Andrei moves forward to kiss you, Brady massages each breast, his lips smirking against your shoulder blade when he hears you let out a faint moan.

“Fuck, I missed these tits,” he mumbles. “They’re incredible, aren’t they, Svech?”

Andrei nods, leaning his head down to take one of your nipples in his mouth. His tongue circles around it, teeth nipping when it hardens beneath his touch, and your hand finds its place on the back of his head to hold him in place. He and Brady work in tandem, silently massaging your body as you succumb to the pleasure, head lolling back against Brady’s shoulder.

His lips press gently against your temple, drinking in the sighs you let out. It’s his turn to press his erection against your ass as he murmurs, “Can’t wait to fuck that pretty little cunt of yours again, darling. You’ve no idea how much I missed you.”

For being a Disney prince, Brady has always had a filthy mouth, never failing to strike at your deepest, most depraved desires. He mouths at your jaw, fingers flexing into the skin of your hips. “Bet you’re absolutely fucking soaked, aren’t you?”

You nod helplessly, gasping out when Andrei nips at your breast, almost as if to say, attention on me.

“Come sit on my face, malyshka,” he says lowly, eyes flicking to Brady’s with a smirk. Once he’s adjusted, laying flat on the mattress, he holds out his hand to help guide you onto the bed. “Face Brady. Want him to watch.”

You do as you’re told, adjusting as you straddle his chest and scoot forward. Andrei’s expression is hungry as you get into place, his eyes quickly focusing on the apex of your thighs and tugging you closer to his face. The man’s mouth is downright sinful, and you can’t help the way wetness pools between your legs as he devours you with his eyes alone.

It’s only then that you glance at Brady, whose hands are working at the tie on his swimming trunks before shedding the wet fabric to the floor with a whoosh. Your eyes feast on his erection, even more beautiful than you remember it, admiring the way he grips it tightly in his hands.

“You still get wet sucking dick, baby?” he asks, and Andrei answers with an enthusiastic fuck yeah she does before he’s latching his mouth onto your core.

A moan falls from your mouth as his skilled tongue tastes your folds with vigor. Brady allows you a moment to take in the sensation, your eyes fluttering shut while Andrei groans against you. The touch of his hand on your jaw has your eyes opening again, meeting the warmth of his brown irises.

“What do you say we give him a treat, hm? Let him taste how delicious you are?”

You’re nodding so quickly that he laughs, helping to maneuver you so that you’re bent forward. With the change in angle, Andrei’s tongue is able to probe at your clit, while Brady guides his length toward your mouth. Eagerly, you accept him, the weight of him forgotten but familiar on your tongue.

It isn’t long before Brady’s head is falling back in a sigh as you work your way down his considerable length. He’s smooth, save for the pulsing vein on the underside, and you let the tip of your tongue run along it as you bob your head up and down. His hands tangle in your hair to steady himself, matching the way Andrei’s hands have now begun to grip your ass tightly.

“Still have never met someone who sucks dick as good as you do.”

Preening at his praise, you allow him deeper, finally pressed against the back of your throat as he groans lowly. Andrei’s voice is muffled, a deep “Fuck” murmured against your core as he reaps the reward of your arousal from sucking Brady off, growing wetter with each sound that escapes from his pretty throat.

Before long, the sinful work of Andrei’s tongue slows the movement of your own mouth, pulling yourself off of Brady’s length to mouth at the base as you moan. Your movements are slowed, distracted by the pleasure that your Russian is sending through your body. Brady reacts seamlessly, his hand gently guiding your mouth toward his balls, enjoying the way your tongue laves against the sensitive skin in combination with the moans that fall from your mouth.

“You gonna come for him, sweetheart? Gush all over that handsome face of his?”

You barely have time to nod before Andrei’s tongue flicks and sends you into overdrive, a loud cry leaving your throat. His mouth works you through your climax, tongue furiously matching your movements to prolong it as he laps up your nectar. A low chuckle bubbles up from Brady’s chest, amused as he watches your body come down from its high.

“You always look so pretty when you come.”

“You’re both pretty when you come,” you shoot back, a wave of mischief passing through you, as though your orgasm reinvigorated your confidence. Brady offers his hand to help you slide off of Andrei’s face—though you wouldn’t have complained about staying there for the rest of the night.

Andrei gives your ass a slap before he wipes off his face on the back of his hand. You can see remnants of you glistening on his upper lip, and the heat between you is palpable as he caresses your face before jerking his head back toward the mattress. “Go on, malyshka. Why don’t you show him how good you look when you ride my cock?”

With a smile, you nod, returning to a similar position as before, except this time, you’re straddling his waist rather than his face. And this time, instead of his warm tongue bobbing between your legs, it’s his dick, hard and weeping as it begs for entrance to your cunt.

You smirk at him, wrecked and panting beneath you, as you drag your hips along his length, grinding your clit against him as you hold yourself up on his muscular chest. Brady’s taken a seat on the bench at the foot of the bed, watching intently as he leisurely strokes himself.

“Don’t— don’t tease, kisa,” Andrei begs, the desperation in his voice near enough to make you moan.

And who are you to argue? It is his birthday, after all.

Sinking down onto him, your mouth opens in a silent scream as you feel him stretching you open. He’s big, bigger than you’ve ever had before, and you’re still getting used to the way he hits spots inside you that you didn’t even know existed. Andrei likes it, though, smug at the slow way you swallow his length and hoping that Brady’s taken notice at the raw, pleasured moan that you let out. The thought disappears quickly when he bottoms out inside you, your eyes fluttering shut for a moment to accommodate his size, feeling the way he pulses inside your heat.

“Fuck,” you whisper, and Andrei silently encourages you by resting his large hands on your hips for support. He’s patient, waiting for you to move, and eventually you do.

Soon, you’re moving in a steady rhythm, the sound of his thighs clapping against your ass filling the room. Andrei’s hands help to move you on his length, but his eyes are distracted by the bounce of your breasts. Briefly, your eyes meet Brady’s, who’s equally torn at whether to look at your face or your tits.

In a sudden movement, Andrei’s hands are gripping your hips and flipping you over, your back abruptly hitting the mattress near Brady’s thigh. You barely have time to register the new position before his large hands are pulling apart your legs and pushing himself inside you, instantly setting a hurried pace.

It’s a display of dominance, of the ease in which he can manhandle you, like a reminder to both you and Brady who you belong to. He might be sharing with his teammate for the night, but at the end of the day you’re still his girl. He drives pleasure into you with each push of his hips, his hands gripping your sides so tightly you think there might be bruises tomorrow. The force of his thrusts are enough to render you speechless, and your eyes close as you absorb every sensation he brings to life.

The feeling of Andrei’s lips on your jaw and the rough sound of him panting in your ear have your eyes blinking open. You catch Brady’s expression, hungry, as he watches the way Andrei claims you for his own. A fire ignites in his eyes when he watches Andrei’s hand snake between your bodies, the pad of his finger quickly finding your clit.

Instead of maintaining his rhythm and driving you to your second crest, he slows his hips to a painstaking pace. He’s unable to prevent the smirk that blooms on his face at the way you instantly whine, pulsing around him desperately.

“You like having an audience, don’t you?” he teases, accent thick. “You like that he’s watching me fuck you, huh?”

“Andrei,” you rasp, your hands clutching onto his biceps that are far too large for you to hold. “Please.”

“Answer him, sweetheart,” comes Brady’s voice. It’s not a command, but you want to obey anyways, and you nod with a gasp as Andrei pauses inside you, balls deep while he waits for your reply. “You like being on display, hm?”

“Y-yes, I love when- when he watches,” you stutter. “Drei— please —”

“Well, I love him watching you come undone for me. First my tongue, now all over my cock. Isn’t that right, baby?”

A strangled moan is your reply, eyes rolling back as he presses directly against your g-spot, pausing for a moment to feel the way you throb around him. There’s something so incredibly hot about his admission, wanting Brady to see the effect he has on you.

“You can do it, kisa,” he murmurs, his hips resuming their delayed pace. “Come for me.”

All at once, you realize he’s not going to speed up, instead content to drive you slowly to insanity. His calm, confident demeanor is annoyingly sexy, as is the smug expression on his face. The pressure of his finger on your clit sends fireworks through your core, the steady punch of his dick against your g-spot enough to make your toes curl.

Your mouth falls open as he pushes you closer to the cliff, and around a thick accent, he demands, “Fucking come for me, dorogoy.”

You have no choice but to obey, your climax surging through you as your legs go stiff around Andrei’s hips. Distantly, you can hear Brady groan while Andrei hums in approval. The movement of his hips don’t cease, instead working you through your high until your legs fall limply to the mattress.

He sits back, eyes glued to your pussy as he pulls out, pleased with the way his dick is coated in your orgasm.

“Fuck, look at the mess you made,” he smirks. You do, and through the haze of your orgasm, you itch to taste him. But then, he’s turning his focus toward his friend, and your attention shifts. “She’s all yours, Skjeisy.”

“Best birthday gift you could ever get me, Svech,” Brady replies, eyes raking over your body hungrily.

Your cheeks warm at his words, suddenly shy again as you glance up at him through your lashes. He stands before you, muscular and handsome, the streaks of gray in his hair shining silver in the low light of the room. The word daddy comes to mind, but you keep it to yourself, instead watching as he shifts onto the mattress.

“You still like taking it in the ass, baby?” he asks, and your heart flutters at his question. You haven’t done that with Andrei, not yet; you haven’t even broached the subject. But now he’s looking at you with heat in his eyes, slightly surprised but more than that, he’s intrigued.

You bite your lip and nod, unable to prevent the grin that spreads on your face as Brady hums, surely reminiscing on your past encounters. Andrei’s eyes are hot on you, though you can’t look away from Brady’s as he tugs you closer to where he’s knelt on mattress. His mouth is quick to find yours again, his tongue not wasting any time, as if to let you know how eager he is.

When he plunges two fingers into you, they slip in with ease from your arousal and your orgasm. He pulses them, exploring the tightness of your cunt, his dick throbbing against his leg as he does. Brady whistles when he pulls out two glistening fingers, observing at the way they shine in the dim light of the bedroom.

“Be a good girl and taste yourself for me,” he says, voice sweet like honey as he pushes the fingers past your lips. It’s tangy and salty on your tongue, but you suck them obediently, relishing the flavor.

Andrei groans at the way your lips wrap around the digits, undoubtedly reminiscing on the time it’s been his fingers or his dick subjected to the pleasures of your mouth.

Brady murmurs to Andrei, something about the bedside table, and he disappears and reappears in an instant with a bottle of lube in his hand. With both hands, Brady maneuvers your body and positions you so you’re on your knees, your face pressed against the soft sheet on the bed. You feel his fingers run over your pussy, still sensitive from Andrei’s treatment, clicking his tongue at the way it looks glistening with your cum. He catches some of the liquid oozing out on his finger and drags it up toward your puckered hole, circling lightly before he adds a healthy drizzle of lube. Once you’re thoroughly primed, he pushes the tip of his index into you.

A loud cry leaves your lips, the sensation vaguely familiar but strange. Brady takes his time, working you open until he gradually adds a second finger.

“You think you can take both of us, sweetheart?” he whispers, his voice silky smooth. Your eyes widen, connecting with Andrei’s, who offers a smug wink. Damn them and their teammate telepathy, making you feel like the third wheel even though you’re the one they’re fucking.

When you nod, Andrei shakes his head and tilts your chin up to meet his eyes again. “Gotta hear you say it, kisa.”

“Yes, I want to,” you say, though you can’t hide the shake in your voice. Whether it’s from nerves or the way that Brady’s fingers are probing your ass, you aren’t entirely sure.

Andrei’s voice is soft, a stark contrast to the scene in Brady’s bedroom. “If you want to stop, at any time, just say the word, and we’re done, okay?”

His words are comforting, and suddenly you feel yourself throb with desire at the thought of both of them filling you up. You’re nodding again, your voice a bit more desperate this time as Brady adds his tongue to the movement of his fingers, the heat from his mouth enough to make you cry out.

“Fuck, you taste even better than I remember,” he groans against you, lapping up the moisture that gathers around his fingers. Andrei hums in agreement, taking in the way your eyes roll back in your head at his teammate’s sinful work.

Once you’ve been thoroughly manhandled and maneuvered on top of Andrei and beneath Brady, sandwiched between the heat of their bodies, you let out another whimper when Andrei slides himself into your pussy. The feeling is familiar, unlike the sensation of Brady easing himself past the tight ring of your ass. He’s slow, steady, reminding you to breathe while Andrei rubs gentle circles on your waist with his thumb, pressing open-mouthed kisses at the base of your throat.

When you cry out, Brady freezes, waiting patiently for you to grant permission to keep going. As the unusual feeling subsides, you do, turning your head to find his cheek that you whisper a soft please against.

Eventually, Brady’s hips reach the globes of your ass, and both of them are fully sheathed in you. The breath in your lungs has vanished, replaced by everything them. Never in your life have you felt more whole, more complete; stuffed – literally – to the brim in a deliciously taboo way, completely and entirely theirs. With your face buried in the crook of Andrei’s neck, you beg them to move.

Brady’s hands grip your sides tightly as he alters his movements with Andrei’s. Push, pull, push, pull. Deep, hot puffs of breath hit you from both sides, encasing you between them. The feeling is otherworldly, delicious, and now that you’ve grown accustomed to feeling so full, you’re insatiable, crying out and letting the pleasure rake through you.

“Who knew I’d get to fuck this perfect ass again,” Brady muses, breaking the symphony of heavy breathing and skin slapping against skin. “Happy fucking birthday to me.”

Filthy words and promises spew from Brady’s mouth, praising you and reminding you of the many times he’s brought you to a crest; meanwhile, Andrei whispers broken Russian as his mouth marks up your collarbone. It makes you whimper, hearing the way you wreck him, feeling the way he throbs inside of you with his hands gripping your sides.

“I’m –” you pant, “I’m c-close.”

“Yeah? You gonna come all over these birthday cocks?” Brady teases, leaning back to watch the way he splits you open, murmuring in approval at the sight. “What a good little slut, taking both of us on our birthday.”

It’s not until Andrei’s face scrunches up as he hits his own climax that you are sent spiraling into yours, the feeling of his warmth spilling into your core the catalyst for your own release. A loud cry escapes your mouth, calling a jumble of cuss words, eyes squeezing shut as you let the waves roll through you.

“Holy fuck,” Brady groans, “I didn’t think your asshole could get any tighter. Fuck.”

His voice is losing its edge, a little more breathy as he pounds into you, seeking his high. A few moments later he pauses with a loud grunt as he, too, climaxes. After a pause to catch his breath, throbbing wantonly inside you, he pulls out with another groan, followed quickly by a whistle.

“Svech,” he says, “Come here and look at this.”

Another maneuver has Andrei slipping out from beneath you, meeting his teammate’s side to gaze at your backside, dripping two sets of cum and surely looking thoroughly wrecked. In their absence, you feel so empty, clenching desperately around nothing.

Andrei hums before you feel his hand on your ass, pulling apart your cheeks to get a better look. He murmurs something in Russian, pleased.

You barely have a moment to register warm breath and the scratch of his five o’clock shadow before his tongue is licking a thick stripe from your clit all the way up to your ass, lapping up the liquid that’s drooling out of your holes. The sensation is euphoric, if not overstimulating, but he knows exactly what he’s doing to drive you just a little bit more insane.

Brady chuckles behind you at the sound of your whimpers, muffled only by the pleasured sighs coming from Andrei against your center, like he can’t get enough of the taste of you filled with birthday cum. He laps you up like a starving man, and you’re about to push him away when he’s parting from you of his own accord.

With Brady’s help, he flips you over so you’re facing them. Brady’s expression is smug, gazing down at you hotly—as if he didn’t just ruin you, and wants to ruin you again. Andrei, though, is looking at you softly, a sharp contrast to the way his face glistens with your juices. He licks his lips, and if you were standing, your knees would’ve gone weak at the sight.

With a nudge at Andrei’s arm, he grins. “Happy birthday, dude.”

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strawberriescherrieskiwi · 4 months

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The Most Known Secret

Anon request:

I’ve been thinking about this for an hour. So imagine Timothée’s doing an interview and for his birthday y/n remakes his statistics video (like she plays his part) and she’s a big star actress as well. And they just have a sweet conversation about it (cause she did it in secret and he didn’t even know about until said interview)

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Description: It's your boyfriend's birthday but you are halfway around the world, but you still have a surprise up your sleeve. And statistically, he should love it.

A/N: Hey thank you so much for this request. It made me rewrite the statistics video a dozen times and I loved it. I'm sorry if you wanted this smutless. I just realized that you didn't ask for it. Also, this is part two of Worse Secret Kept

Warning: Smut. Phone sex, masterbation. Fluffy. Unedited.

Timmy groaned as fisted his cock to you on screen. Your giggles rang loudly through his hotel room as you watched your boyfriend lose his mind. “Come on show take it off,” he begged.

You smirked leaning closer to the camera. Which gave him a good view of your breasts spilling out of the lingerie set you were currently wearing. “I’m not used to you begging. I like it,” you said.

He glared at you. “My cock is weeping for your mouth or your cunt, but you are 3,000 miles away, I have an interview in.” he paused to look at the time before curing “In half an hour and it’s my birthday and you choose now to tease me?” He asked upset.

“My pour Tim-Tam,” you pouted. “I’m sorry I couldn’t come to London,” you added.

He waves you off. “That is not the most important part of what I said,” he said. His hand no longer moaning on his cock, but it didn’t stop the precoma from dripping down the sides. Your eyes follow a drop as he disappears out of your view.

“Baby,” he said snapping you out of your little daze.

You met his eyes, and he had an eyebrow raised. “I wish I was there to help you out. You always have a better interview when we fuck before.”

Timmy groaned nodding in agreement. You were currently in America shooting a film that was meant to be over in time for you to spend Timothee’s birthday together. But there were delays and you wouldn’t be able to leave set until late January. Normally, it wouldn’t be a problem, but Timmy was still doing promo for Wonka and then would be doing promo for Dune part 2 and shooting projects of his own.

You both were yearning for each other. Not only for sex, but to just hold each other. Watching a film together, reading books and just being in each other orbit. So you had a few hours of break and slipped into a new piece of lingerie and decided to call your boyfriend before his interview with Graham Norton.

“I miss you so much,” you said as you slowly started to pull the top part of your outfit off. Timmy groaned leaning forward and stroking his cock again. He loved every part of you, but your breast and nipples had his cock shooting more precome.

“I miss you too, darling. Fuck so much,” he said. “I wish I was there to mark up your pretty neck and to bite your nipples until they were hard for me.”

“Yeah. Wanna mark me up? Let me never forget who I am with?” You moved your hands down to your breasts teasing your nipples. “I haven’t been marked in a while.”

“I am sure the make-up people are happy about it,” he teased, rubbing his thumb over his slit.

“Hmm. But I’m not. You know I love your marks. I need them when you are here.” You slide your hand between your thighs pushing a finger into your cunt. You moaned out Timmy’s name.

He cursed and moved closer to the screen. “Even when they are in hard-to-cover-up places? You complain about them?”

“Yeah. I won’t complain anymore,” you said voice catching. Timmy watched as you pleasured yourself and you watched him. His curls falling in his face and his eyes feasting upon you.

“I’m close,” he said his hips leaving his bed as he fucked his hand. His eyes closed trying to imagine it was your hand around him instead of his own.

“Come Timmy. Make a mess all over yourself,” you begged, adding two more fingers and riding your fingers.

“You look so pretty, baby.” He groaned as he came all over his hand and chest. You whimpered and rubbed your clit until you were biting your lip to keep in your scream as you came.

You slowly pulled your fingers out of your cunt and pushed them into your mouth. Timmy groaned grabbing a tissue and cleaning himself off. “Baby don’t make me hard; I have to get going soon.”

“I’m sorry,” you said.

“You aren’t,” he laughed sitting up and running his fingers through his hair. And looking around his empty hotel room. He pouted, looking back at you. “I am disoriented,” he said shaking his head.

You laughed grabbing a robe off the floor and moving your laptop onto your lap. “Baby, you need to shower and then go downstairs for the car to take you to the show,” you said.

He nodded. “Yeah, I think I need a very cold shower,” he said winking at you. You laughed blowing him a kiss. “Bye, Timmy. I will call you later. Have a good birthday and my gift should arrive soon.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” he said.

“Oh, shut up. Yes, I did. We’ve been dating for 3 years and friends for longer. I’ve never not gotten you a gift.”

“I know, but you don’t have to,” he stressed getting up and walking into the bathroom and turning on the shower. “I love you either way,” he shouted back.

“I love you too,” you said. “I’m hanging up now. I have to get to set.”

“You aren’t going to shower with me,” he said coming back into view of the camera naked.

You shamelessly checked him out. Timmy chuckled his eyes darkening. “Baby,” he stressed sweetly. You always melted when he said it like that. A swarm of butterflies in your stomach had you flushing.

“Sorry. What am I supposed to do you are naked in front of me.” You complained crossing your arms over your chest.

Timmy blew you a kiss. “Goodbye, Mon Coeur.”

“Bye Timmy have a good interview.”

“Timothee welcome back to the show. It’s always a pleasure to have you here. And you are joining us on your birthday.” Graham said, pausing to let the crowd cheer and clap for Timmy. Who, blushed at the attention, blowing kisses to his fans.

“What are you now, 20?” Graham teased.

“Haha. No, I am 28. God, I feel like I am getting old, but then again. I feel like everyone my age says that. It’s just being almost 30, it puts things in perspective. And I think about everything I’ve done in my life and all the stuff I still want to do. I want to marry and have children and I don’t know play in a romcom or something,” he laughed getting shy about his rambling.

“Marriage, Timothee? Well, you are dating right?”

Timmy’s eyes widened and he chuckled nervously. “Am I?” He asked.

Graham playfully narrowed his eyes and showed him a picture of you two at the premiere of your last film. “No? Not dating someone Timothee?”

Timmy laughed harder; his face was completely red now. Your relationship was very much still a secret. Or maybe it was an open secret in Hollywood. Everyone assumed that you two were dating, but you both denied it still.

The denying was more or less a joke. When you were asked, you still remained that you were dating some French rapper named Henri that you met while on a friendcation with Timothee. Timmy for his part could never deny as he always got so flushed and just talked about how amazing you were.

“Oh, Graham. I think you are mistaken. We played love interests in a film. We were in love.. in the film.” He laughed. The crowd laughed along with him and Graham shook his head.

“Really? Nothing going on between you two?”

“Nothing but a deep admiration for each other. She is just massively talented and just one of the best people in the world. She’s kind and funny and working with her seeing how her mind works and the effort she puts into each character. It’s an honor. I hope we get to work on films together soon.”

The crowd awed at his rambling and he blushed, running his hands through his hair a few times and rubbing his legs. “I feel like I am going to be in trouble when I get home or something,” he said.

“Maybe sooner because it is your birthday. We have a little surprise for you from your not-girlfriend.”

Timmy's eyes widened and he quickly looked away hoping you would pop up out of somewhere and surprise him. “Really? What is it?” He asked excitedly looking back at Graham.”

“Just look and see,” Graham grinned turning to the screen. Timmy’s furrowed his eyebrows as a black screen appeared. And then he heard it. “It’s your boy Lil Timmy Tim.” His eyes widened. You walked on screen wearing a grey t-shirt, jean shorts, and a backward red cap.

“No no no,” he yelled, covering his mouth as he watched you reenact his statistic video. He couldn’t believe you did this and didn’t tell him. He laughed throughout the whole thing, clapping loudly and cheering when it was over.

“No. I-“ he broke off laughing. “I can’t believe she did that. But that was really good. Better than mine. I hope this takes off and people will stop bringing it up to me now. I can’t believe she showed me up.” He said shaking his head.

“She must have gotten the rap skills from her boyfriend Henri,” Graham teased.

“She must have. She must have,” Timmy said.

“Well, she can tell us because she is here. Everyone, welcome to the stage. The new Lil Timmy Tim.” You walked out on stage waving to everyone. Timmy jumped up from the couch and was quickly pulling you into his arm.

You laughed hugging him back. He squeezed you tightly and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Surprise,” you whispered in his ear. The crowd went wild and you laughed pulling away and sat on the couch. Timmy sat back down so close to you that your thighs were pressed together.

“Give her some room, Timothee. Let her breathe,” Graham said. Timmy flushed and moved over slightly.

“Sorry sorry. It’s just been a while since I’ve seen her.” He turned to you. “Hey,” he said lovingly.

“Hey, Timmy,” you laughed, leaning over and kissing his cheek. “Happy birthday. Did you like my gift?”

“Yes. Yes. I loved it. It’s crazy. I can’t believe you redid the video. When did you do this?”

“I did this a few weeks ago. I thought what would be funny and make you laugh the most. And you know Lil Timmy Tim is my favorite rapper,” you teased.

“I am very amused. I loved it so much,” he said, and he couldn’t help but wrap his arms around your shoulder and pull you into his hold.

“So, Y/n” Graham started getting your attention. “Timmy says he looking to get married. Does that mean anything to you?” He asked wiggling his eyebrow.

You turned to your boyfriend. “I think you would make a good husband. You’re so lovely and people adore you. A very devoted and loving husband,” you said, poking his nose. He flushed again and dropped his forehead to your shoulder. “Though, I don’t know if anyone wants to date a horse boy,” you teased.

Graham and the crowd were eating up your interactions. You and Timmy were in your own world. Just happy to be with each other again. You were lucky enough to finish all your scenes and wrap up your time on set and were able to fly to Timmy.

“I am really happy to see you,” he said. “And you rapped better than me,” he said lifting his head from your shoulder.

“I am happy we can spend your birthday together.” You kissed his cheek again and grabbed his hand.

The crowd awed and you both laughed. “Sorry, that was so rude of us. Gramham how have you been?” You asked.

“I’m good. And I see you are great,” he teased. “What would Henri say?”

You laughed. “Henri will have to understand that I am on stage with my favorite rapper. It’s hard. I am being starstruck.”

Timmy chuckled. “Really, I am the one starstruck. You are brilliant and you are getting Oscar buzz. I am really proud of you. And you might get on the charts with the cover.”

“When I get my Oscar and my Grammy, I will make sure to give you a shoutout.” You said.

After the interview, you both walked hand and hand down the street toward his hotel room. “So where were you during our little Facetime?” He asked.

“I was in a hotel room nearby.”

“Oh, so I had to use my hand for no reason?” He asked pulling you closer, playfully pinching your side.

You chuckled, putting your hand on the side of his face and kissing him softly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to ruin the surprise. But I am wearing that under this. So we can go upstairs have some fun and then leave.”

Timmy growled kissing you roughly and biting your lower lip. You whimpered softly and grabbed his shirt. “Let’s go upstairs.”

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thetreefairy · 11 months

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Grief

Taglist: @theninjabozo Warnings: This is very much a self-insert because hehe its the time of year to grief bitches, also swearing. Takes place during the dorm event. Soft yandere and mentions of force feeding I'll still be using reader, but fem reader

"Reader, what is this?" Midoriya asked, it was Reader's turn to show off her dorm. Reader turned around to see Todoroki and him looking at the Kebaya her grandfather had gifted her years ago. "That's a kebaya, my grandpa bought it when he went to visit his home country."

"Isn't this garment traditionally worn in Southeast Asia by women?" Todoroki questioned Reader. Now the whole class was interested in the kebaya. "Yeah, I think it can also be worn with a Sarong, but I haven't worn it since I was like 9."

"So that's why it's so small." Shoji commented. "Why didn't your grandpa got you a new one?" Momo asked, looking curiously at the fabric.

"Because he died before his next trip."

Yeah, the whole class fell silent.

Not long after, Aizawa went to check up on Reader since they didn't attend dinner.

"Problem child, why weren't you at dinner? Do i need to force feed you again?" Aizawa asked as he barged in. Reader shouted out in frustration at the intrusion. "No I want to find this fucking type of frabic! And after that I'll eat!"

Now Aizawa was confused. "What?"

"WHY IS IT SO FUCKING DIFFICULT TO FIND A PIECE OF FRABIC?? SO THAT I CAN SEW A LARGER VERSION OF THE VERSION I HAVE?!"

"Why don't you calm down and explain to me what happened?" Aizawa asked, he didn't know if he should count this as back talk or if he should be concerned for his child student.

"My birthday is soon, and before that is the thing for my grandpa's death. And I want to remake the Kebaya he gave me when he came back from a trip once but I can't find the fabric and-"

Reader was rambling, their eyes filling with tears. "And I just miss him."

If Aizawa said he didn't feel Jealous he would be lying.

"Especially since I didn't die well he did."

That shook him out of his daze, he pulled Reader into a hug and started rubbing circles on her back. "Can you tell me what you mean by that?" He asked in a soft tone.

"H-he died of a stroke, and I had one, and I didn't die." Reader sobbed. "And I j-just feel g-guilty."

"But your grandpa must be really happy you survived." Aizawa tried to comfort her. Reader hugged him back, sobbing. "How about we ask momo to re-make the fabric? Sounds like a good idea?"

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wordsofhoneydew · 1 month

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it’s wednesday!!

i’m posting super early this week :) also chose this random banner bc i lost my wip wednesday one and got too lazy to remake it LOL

happy (not so happy?) birthday alex!! i promise you’ll have a happy ending in this <3

here is more pining alex:

i thought i found the answer to it: eternal happiness tonight:

Alex has basically found the answer to living a happy and content life: He’s making his way through a steady career path as a law student at NYU. Has a flourishing social life while maintaining a solid 4.0 gpa. His best friend, Nora and sister, June live in the same city, looking after him in place of his parents (which he insists on not needing them to, but appreciates it nonetheless). And has definitely gotten over unrequited feelings for his friend, Henry.

It all checks out. He thinks to himself as he watches Nora, June and their friend Percy dance together in a way that would only describe them as wild and free. A bundle of toothy smiles and delightful laughter as they jive along to Candyman by Christina Aguilera. Alex looks at Henry as he waits at the bar for the next round of drinks, everyone else around them looking as uncultivated as ever.

Alex tries not to notice the way Henry’s shirt clings sinfully to his biceps, or the way his blond hair is slicked with sweat across his forehead from passionately dancing minutes before. He especially tries not to notice the handsome smile plastered on his face as he’s walking back now, taking careful steps around the crowd of dancing people as he tries not to spill the tray of shots he’s holding. A high pitched giggle escapes his lips as he sets it down on the table in front of Alex, but Alex never strays his focus away from Henry’s face. The way his blue eyes gleam reminding him of the water at his father’s lake house back in Texas—dark and all consuming—as he looks back at Alex so intently. He could get lost in them forever.

just another blip in my heart:

He’s laughing at some suggestive joke Pez makes, head tipped back and smile completely unguarded. The sheen sweat on his cheekbones makes his skin glow under the luminescent lights of the club, as if he was sculpted by Michelangelo himself. And Alex just watches him in quietude, utterly infatuated with Henry’s natural beauty. It makes his heart clench in his chest; knowing that he can’t have him, that Henry doesn’t feel the same way as he does.

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aivoryyy · 4 months

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"Sweeter than cake"

Tom Riddle x !fem! Reader

pairing : tom riddle x oc / reader , reader is a girl , she/her , they live together in the muggle world ,with a maid

no usage of y/n, the name of the reader is Aivory Meadows (from now on lol)

summary : ¡ BIRTHDAY SPECIAL ! aivory(reader) wanted to surprise Tom for his birthday but it to only lead to something else..

contains : smut, a bit of fluff at start (?), birthday sex, ¡dom! Reader, !sub¡ Tom, nsfw, usage of vulgar words, sexual tension, dirty talk, grinding, oral (fem receiving)

a/n : HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOMMY AND TO MY BEAUTIFUL TOM GIRLS, HERE'S A TOM RIDDLE BDAY FANFICC AND ALSO HAPPY NEW YEARR ♡♡♡ and sorry if the fanfic feels incomplete for you or smth since the fanfic i was working on before had been deleted so i had to remake and rush this one 😭

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It's his birthday today. Tom's birthday is today. December 31. He doesn't like celebrating events like his birthday, but i want to surprise him. As much as i wanted and planned on baking him a cake, i couldn't. I didn't know how to. I might end up poisoning him if i tried. I already bought his cake yesterday, asking the maid to hide it for me in the fridge in the meantime.

Its 5:28 am right now, i should set up the surprise. He wakes up at 6 so i have to be quick and quiet too. The maid left earlier, so now its just me and Tom. Tom was supposed to go to work but i asked him to take the day off as it was his birthday and i wanted him by my side and he agreed.

I looked over at Tom's sleeping figure. He looked majestic under the light coming from the windows. I kissed his forehead before slowly lifting his arm up from my waist and gently putting it down on a pillow to make him think I'm still there. I made my way downstairs, a slight creak sound on every step I take. I went to my study, opening the drawer as i grabbed the gifts i had gotten for him. I only got him two gifts, it's gifts i knew he'd want. I got him the books he'd been wanting and i bought a lingerie. It was red with lace and two ribbons on the bra to cover my nipples, the red thong being thin and laced. His gifts are the books and me ♡.

All i need to do is change into the lingerie and fix the cake. I took the lingerie from the bag and brought it with me to the bathroom. I took of my clothes and wore the bra as it perfectly showed the shape and roundness of my boobs and the ribbons covering my nipples. I wore the thong, the thin fabric making it easy to tell wether I'm wet or not. And lastly, my ribbon headband. I loked in the mirror, fuck this lingerie barely covered shit. But i look hot. Since i was one of his 'gifts' my outfit should also be covered like a present. I took my oversized tshirt, well its not really mine— its tom's, and wore it.

I walked out of the bathroom, opening the fridge and taking out the box. I placed it on the counter beside his gift. I lit the candles, and as i did that, i felt arms wrap around my waist, tight. "Fuck, you look so beautiful in my shirt, darling" he whispered into my ear. His words making me chuckle as i turned around to face him, "happy birthday tommy" i said before he leans in, connecting our lips. "This for me?" He said, grabbing the gift bag that contained the books i bought for him. "Mhm," he stared at me for a moment before going back to kissing me. "thank you, doll" he said between kisses "let me open my gift now," he said to which i nodded. I thought he was talking about the gift bag until he suddenly ripped the shirt off of me. A gasp left my mouth, hearing the sudden sound of the shirt ripping. "Tom!—" i yelped, now my lingerie was exposed to him. "Fuck. Just looking at you right now, so fucking beautiful, doll" he praised, gripping my hips.

"I wonder what the fuck you were thinking while buying this." He growled in my ear, "jump" he said shortly, i quickly obliged and did it as he placed me on the counter. Instantly, his lips find mine and capture it in a passionate kiss. His kisses are harder and more forceful than before. A small moan escaping my lips "i have the urge to just fuck you on this counter right here right now." He whispers, his kisses trailing down my jaw to my neck.

"I'm gonna fucking enjoy this gift. Such a slut for me, yeah?" He teases, his hand making its way to my crotch area "look at this fucking thong, barely covering shit."

"Wait." I said, he stopped in his tracks."You're the birthday boy. I should be pleasuring you. Go upstairs." I said, jumping off the counter and grabbing his hand, leading him up the stairs."Oh? I like this bossy side of you"

later

"Tom! holy shit- up a bit, left—" slap. He slapped my thigh, i swear there'd be a mark. I know that i said i should be the one pleasuring him...but how could i have done that when the moment we walked into the bedroom, he ripped my clothes off and pinned me down?. "I know where your g-spot is, doll." He sucked on my clit, his skilled tongue slipping past my wet folds, "i love the way you clench around my tongue like that, doll. Let go now" he said, groaning into my pussy, sending vibrations up my body. With a final scream of pleasure, i released. My liquids releasing on his tongue "mhn...you taste good, doll. Sweeter than any fucking cake." He praised, it felt good everytime he'd praise me like that. "Sit up" he ordered "ride me." I quickly obliged, "fuck- you look so perfect, sitting on my cock like tha- shit!" He praised, i came 3 times already and him 2 times. He kissed my neck more, sucking on my skin as if it were his last meal, "fuck just like that, doll. Grind on my cock—" he groaned, both our heads tilted back in pleasure. All our clothes were on the floor. My headband was still on, though. He began thrusting up, my breasts bouncing with every thrust. "Tommy- I'm gonna-" "me too, me too, doll. Cum for me, lets come together—" he said, grabbing onto my hips tightly as they went down and squeezed my ass. Another release. We both were panting and sweating now. "I love this fucking gift, doll. I love you." "I love you too tommy, happy birthday" i said, kissing him.

(They went back downstairs ofc and stuff ♡)

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kimaisalloren · 8 months

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY AKECHI IM SORRY IM THIRTY MINUTES LATE I KEPT GETTING DISTRACTED

His full text under the more bcuz I like to think some of you like learning the fun facts from akechi

Thank you for the cake Kusuo! I’m actually a big fan of sweets like you, I find that sugar intake helps with my thinking, which lets ignore the fans thinking this might be a Death Note reference but genuinely I do enjoy things like cake, pastries, I’m not a particularly big fan of scones though. That’s a big off topic though. Black Forest with Oreos is quite delicious. Did you know that Hydrox is the original crème filled cookie from 1908 and Oreo later took the idea in 1912 and actually surpassed the popularity of Hydrox and due to the fact information wasn’t spread and easily fact checked in that era, it was heavily believed that Oreo was the original and Hydrox was the knockoff. Also, Hydrox was discontinued in 1999 but it’s actually available again. I want to try them actually, when they were petitioning to get it back, they said ‘nonconformists don’t eat Oreos.” Not that I think I’m a nonconformists, actually I suppose I’m fairly conformist since I will in fact be eating Oreos. Black Forest cake comes from Germany, actually. It’s believed to come from the fifteen hundreds, around the time chocolate was introduced to Europe I believe? It’s traced back to and believed to come from the Black Forest in Germany which is known for sour cherries. The cherries on this one though is actually maraschino cherry, which is actually a marasca cherry from Croatia! They’d distill the cherry to make a liqueur and were incredibly expensive! If I remember correctly, America started this new law of prohibition where they banned the sale of alcohol and in bars, but not the consumption. Which led to speakeasies and places where people paid a monthly amount of money, and they served alcohol but never actually sold it. Since the possession and consumption wasn’t a crime, only to sell and distribute it. Oh, so to be able to produce the cherries cheaper, they started making a knock off version, a professor in America, I believe it was Oregon? Originally Oregon was called Ouve Água, then called Oragua. If you played the Oregon trail games then they actually called it Oragua still. If I remember right, it means cascades in Portuguese, based on the navigator who traveled there. Oh, so the professor in 1938 discovered a method with Queen Anne cherries to remake them. Black Forest cake is a German cake but German chocolate cake is actually an American cake! Did you know the history of birthday cakes stems back from Greece?

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#saiki k #the disaster of psi kusuo saiki #kusuo saiki #saiki no psi nan #saiki kusou no psi nan #saiki kusuo #saiki kusuo no ψ nan #tdlosk #the disastrous life of saiki k.#akechi touma #Touma akechi #where’s that lost that’s like celebrating characters birthdays is cringe #post #fanart #saiki k fanart

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paulinaaam · 1 year

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happy release of Persona 3 Portable & Persona 4 Golden to all modern platforms! (and also happy birthday, Kanji!!)

*returns to manifesting P3 Definitive Edition or FES and P1&2 remakes AND ALSO quick steam sales for p3p*

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fleurdelily · 3 months

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౨ৎ thinking about this trope but with aeon.

it really made me think of a few passages. First in re6 where’s leon, after watching the video tape of a clone of ada emerging from a cocoon (which is none other than clara).

you can read his confusion in his facial expressions, which later joins his questioning.

later, after seeing Leon and Helena both confused by what's going on, ada watches the "happy birthday ada wong" tape. The first thing she says after watching it is : " no wonder leon is confused. " he didn't need to verbally express his confusion to her; she already knew how he reacted.

this goes back to the fact that she knows him, despite everything. like in the boat scene in the remake of re4, where Leon glances at her, seems to want to say something, but doesn't take the first step and ask her directly.

leon is the first to look at the other on the boat. He gives her a quick glance before turning his head and looking away. Just after, ada turns her head slightly, to look at him too, before turning her attention back to what’s in front of her.

leon then seems to want to look at her again, with his head tilting to one side then back to the other, but doesn't do so. He's hesitant, not sure how to approach her, or ask his question.

it’s ada who breaks the silence, noticing his confusion, his hesitation. She can easily tell what he's thinking, it goes with ada's perceptive, observant nature. This idea of " i know you " can be seen just after where she tells him : " you haven’t changed, you just think you have. "

despite leon’s colder, more distant demeanour than before in raccoon city, she knows that deep down he’s still the same leon. The same leon who wants to protect the innocent, help people and make a difference.

i personally love this trope and these details in their relationship. the fact that ada and leon meet most of the time on missions, in very harsh, traumatic conditions (like raccoon city, las plagas...). and so she sees a part of him that few people get to see.

she always seems to read him pretty easily. Perhaps it's their traumatic experiences that connect them, both having been through the same missions, knowing what the other has been through. It's a bond that they share. It also made me think of the lyrics "where you go, i go, what you see, i see" and i think it suits them well. (help idk if it makes any sense)

#belle’s works ౨ৎ #resident evil ౨ৎ #resident evil #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #ada wong #re6 #re4 remake #re4 leon #re4 ada #aeon #re6 ada #re6 leon

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risunsky · 4 months

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2023 review

So, was it a good year ?

I think so, I've enjoyed challenging myself, I've tried Beksinski for a second time, Klimt twice, I've done a crossover hellraiser which I'm quite happy with… I made cement for the first time and it was great!

At the 2022 review I said I wanted to do more horror, so I went for gore with all my emaciated skeletons and I'm very happy with that.

September is my favorite of all.

Outside of my fanart world, my biggest freelance achievement has been completing a big comic commission on time and now that the book is out and I've had good feedback from both commissioners and readers I'm relieved and quite proud. It's been a stressful time so it's nice to see that it hasn't all been for nothing. So, even though I'll never stop considering myself as a learner and experimenting with new things, I think that this year I've finally managed to settle on a style, or a range of styles, that I like and that I think I'll stick with for a long time. I've been drawing for a very long time but this is the first year I've felt so strongly that I've found MY style. As for my universe, it seems that somewhere in the horror area of dark fantasy it is my home.

What's planned for 2024?

In terms of priorities, the gift commissions, yeah.... I'm soooo late. I've finished one, but two are still on hold, and have been for at least a year now. I'm terribly sorry about that, because I haven't been overwhelmed like that for a long time, and I intend to sort it out as soon as possible.

It should also be the year I finish the Goya remake. Ideally, I'd like to finish in February because that's my birthday month, or March because that's the anniversary of my discovery of Ghost.

For the rest, don't take it as a promise, because I tend to let myself be carried along by my desires and they are constantly changing. For example, I was planning great things with Nunussy but the poor thing was left on the side of the road. My interest in it just died. it seems that shipping characters and writing an alternative universe for them is not my thing. I have at least 3 shorts comics ideas, more or less ghost related but always mixed with something else. I really really want to work on it but it's a lot of work and this year I need money, like more than usual so I don't know... I also want to do Bloodborne fanart.

The fails

I haven't kept to my plan to draw the other characters in the Ghost lore, oopsy. I still haven't had the time to open any commissions, but last year was really special, working on a big contract that kept me busy for months and that was something new, it was stressful enough. 2024 should be different. I had to show a bit more of my traditional technique, let's say I do it with the Goya project, it's a semi-failure.

Not really a failure: I still haven't come up with a design for an official t-shirt. I think that's because I'm more of an illustrator than a designer and for a good design I need to find a special thing. It's not a big deal for me, just, if it happens it's cool, if not, well, not the end of the world.

To finish

I'd like to thank all those who follow me and who like and share my drawings, including those who remain silent in the shadows - I'm myself a lurker so I understand! Of course, a huge thank you to those who have supported me on ko-fi, it's the first time I've tried this system and I'm happy to have had some support pretty quickly!

my apologies if there are any English mistakes in this text, which is still too long

Have a great festive season!

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mushroom32x · 1 month

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Happy 23rd birthday to Klonoa 2: Lunatea's Veil! 💍

(That also means I've liked the Klonoa series for about that long.)

It's a remake of a remake of the Japanese TV commercial again with a few mods applied.

Mods: Restore Blend Shape Animations, Character "Original Style" Pack

#klonoa

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starry-hughes · 3 months

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oh and continue that last post about charlie and trevor

charlie makes it clear she doesn’t want a party, she barely wants dinner. she asks for no flowers, no big surprise. she thanks everyone for wishing her happy birthday. her coworkers don’t dismiss the obvious lack of birthday decorations or flowers at her desk and suggest dumb things like trevor not caring enough when he’s actually just doing the one thing she asked.

she drove alone to work and gets home after trevor that day. she’s half expecting trevor to have ignored what she asked for. but the house is silent when she gets home and she doesn’t know where trevor is.

she changes into pajamas and lounge clothes and she’s trying to ignore the heart ache growing that he’s not home and has to remind herself that she asked for nothing special or big.

charlie calls him, confused, his car is home but she can’t find him. he texts that he’s at mason’s and her heart sinks more. “oh okay” she simply responds. he feels bad.

he gets home an hour after that and she’s already in bed. “charlie?” he calls upstairs. she didn’t even eat dinner. he puts everything down and runs upstairs to find her curled up on her side of the bed. “charlie baby can you come downstairs?”

she doesn’t want to but she lets him take her downstairs. “happy birthday!” he presents her this cake box. “the first cake accidentally got given to the wrong person and they had to rush to remake it. i hope it’s all correct,” he says as she opens the cake box and sees the cake she always wanted.

“trevor,” her lip wobbles. “also, these are for you.” he hands her a huge stack of cards and at first she thinks it’s from friends or something. but then she realizes they are numbered. the first card, is for a one year old, the second for a two year old. he’s replacing every single birthday card she should have received. by the 16th birthday card, she’s wiping tears off her face. “i brought home dinner too, if you’re up for it,” he says gently as she finishes opening the cards.

she doesn’t think for a second before hugging him so tight. he feels the first sob hit her body and he wraps his arms around her and holds her upright. “i hope you can enjoy your day forever now. i know i can’t throw you a party for every birthday missed and replacement birthday cards don’t fix everything, but i want you to know that you deserve today to just be about you.”

#charlie and trevor

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maddascanbe-blog · 2 months

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Haven't done anything for A Vengeful Butterfly in a while! I've had a pretty steady change in art style, and I'm a lot more happy with how I draw Mirabel now. For fun, here are some civilian styles for Mirabel across all of the AU's of AVB.

(Left to Right)

A Vengeful Butterfly- A remake of one of the outfits I first drew for Mirabel, plus her leather jacket I describe a lot. Rocking her Kwagatama earrings.

A Fowl Vengeance- Mirabel having Dusuu as her primary influence would make her more streamlined outside of her Aguerey persona. Peahens are calmer, they slip into the background. Mirabel starts wearing more muted colors, but in higher quality. Of ccourse she still has her earrings. AFV Mirabel cut her hair short in an attempt to reclaim a bit of control at Dussu and Nooroo's suggestion.

A Lawless Cat- Aka Mirabel is she had a happy childhood. I imagine she doesn't want to scream Hellion, so she swaps her large black coats for greens. You might also notice she has new glasses. Her family thinks she is a Hellion fangirl and really want them to meet- oof.

A Petty Ladybug- Mirabel is absolutely rocking the Ladybug and Butterfly merch. Her family think its a spite thing, favoring the new 'heroes.' Mirabel wears Tikki's earrings, still red and has Ladybug motifs alongside her Butterfly patterns, though the colors have switched to green and purple for Bruno and Nooroo. She grew her hair out and started wearing contacts. Bruno's birthday present changes from a butterfly necklace to a ladybug, again for obvious reasons.

Hound on the Hunt- still 15 instead of 12 here, Think of her as the Paris Special alt. Mirabel dropped her brighter colors and blues for Isabela's purples, greens, golds, and blacks. Of course with Barrk's collar still front and center. She also bleached and grayed the tips of her hair for visual spice. Even de-transformed, Mirabel is a force to be reckoned with. Somewhere between Regina George and Eva from Bring it On the Musical.

#encanto fanfic #miraculous fanfic #a vengeful butterfly #mirabel madrigal

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randoimago · 11 months

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May I request Bernadetta, Kazuha, Kuki, and Jiro with celebrating their reader’s birthday? (Mines coming up)

Celebrating Reader's Birthday

Fandom: Fire Emblem // Genshin Impact // My Hero Academia

Character(s): Bernadetta, Kaedehara Kazuha, Kuki Shinobu, Kyoka Jiro

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): Happy early birthday!!

Bernadetta

Bernadetta spends hours meticulously planning a surprise birthday party for you. She wants everything to be perfect but is also incredibly nervous about whether or not you'll enjoy it.

She bakes a homemade cake for you, carefully decorating it with you favorite colors and symbols. She also puts in extra effort to ensure it's both visually appealing and delicious. Probably remakes it like five times because it has to be perfect.

During the party, Bernie surprises you with an armor bear stuffy of your own. She figures now you two match! And you have something to keep you comfort when she's not around.

Kazuha

He takes you on a serene journey through Inazuma's landscapes, exploring hidden spots and sharing stories along the way. He just wants to share how pretty everything is with you.

Kazuha surprises you with a beautifully crafted poem.He worked endlessly on it to make sure the words were right and that it really reflected how much he cares about you.

Kazuha gives you a nice, warm hug. He promises to always be there for you, no matter what challenges you may face.

Kuki

Kuki organizes a traditional tea ceremony to celebrate your birthday. She meticulously sets up a serene and elegant tea room, adorned with beautiful decorations and delicate floral arrangements. You can bet that she does not let a single member of the gang there in case they break something.

Probably eventually does take you somewhere to spend time with the Arataki gang - They'd pester her otherwise. Can't stop a small smile at how everyone greets and cheers you on for another year lived.

Kuki gifts you with a handcrafted item, such as a very pretty bookmark or even some art with very lovely calligraphy on it. It's a bit simple, but she hopes you treasure it.

Jiro

She books a local venue and curates a playlist of your favorite songs, ensuring a fun and energetic atmosphere throughout the night.

Jiro surprises you with a personalized concert, where she performs your favorite songs with her band-mates. She pours her heart and soul into the performance, even if the music isn't typically what she plays, she wants to make it fun for you.

As a gift, Jiro creates a mix-tape for you. The idea is a bit cheesy and old-school, but she finds it fun to pick out songs that mean something to your relationship with her. As well as songs that she recommends you to listen to.

#my hero academia x reader #genshin impact x reader #fire emblem x reader #fe3h x reader #fe bernadetta x reader #bernadetta x reader #fe3h bernadetta x reader #kuki x reader #kuki shinobu x reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader #kazuha x reader #kyoka jiro x reader #jiro x reader #l00ptyd00pty

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