❝ it's a package deal, emi. no refunds. hypothetically of course, and purely for science. ❞ there was a pause with a budding grin. ❝ @govrnsword's daughters, huh. starting to sound like a girl band. ❞

𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲, 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐞. 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐢𝐭’𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥. 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰.

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐞. 𝐧𝐨𝐰. (VERY USFT!!!!) 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - send ‘reverse’ for the sender and receiver to swap. adjust wording as needed!

[ grind ] sender straddles receiver’s lap and starts grinding against them, slow and intentional

[ whisper ] sender leans in and whispers exactly what they want to do to receiver in excruciating detail

[ wristgrab ] in the middle of a heated moment, sender pins receiver’s wrists above their head

[ needy ] sender pulls receiver into their lap, desperate and breathless, kissing them like it’s not enough

[ tease ] sender drags their lips and tongue down the length of receiver’s stomach, but stops just before going lower

[ undone ] sender undresses receiver one piece of clothing at a time, dragging it out with loaded glances

[ taste ] sender drops to their knees and starts kissing up the inside of receiver’s thighs

[ lapfull ] sender drags receiver onto their lap in the middle of a conversation, their hands already wandering

[ control ] sender takes full control, guiding receiver’s hands, body, and every motion

[ tug ] sender grips receiver’s hair and yanks their head back to kiss them roughly

[ choke ] sender wraps a hand lightly around receiver’s throat while their lips are barely apart

[ lipbite ] sender bites down on receiver’s bottom lip while grinding against them

[ praise ] in the middle of it all, sender whispers praise between every movement "just like that," "you're doing so good," "don’t stop"

[ beg ] sender makes receiver beg for it

[ mouthy ] sender licks into receiver’s mouth mid-kiss, messy and aggressive

[ suck ] sender sucks a mark into receiver’s neck, possessive and without shame

[ edge ] sender brings receiver right to the brink, over and over, refusing to let them finish

[ wrecked ] sender has one goal: to leave receiver trembling and ruined beneath them

[ needy grind ] clothes still on, sender grinds against receiver until they’re both panting, desperate for more

[ between ] sender slips a hand between receiver’s thighs while whispering, “you’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?”

[ ride ] sender pushes receiver down and climbs on top, holding eye contact the entire time

[ spit ] sender leans over and lets spit drip into receiver’s mouth before kissing them hard

[ mess ] clothes scattered, sheets ruined, bodies tangled—sender and receiver didn’t hold back

[ slow ] sender draws everything out. every stroke, every breath, every motion unbearably slow

[ possessive ] sender fucks receiver like they’re trying to make sure no one else ever will

[ overstim ] sender keeps going even after receiver's already shaking from release

[ grip ] sender grabs receiver by the hips, holding them in place while taking full control

[ hot & heavy ] sender and receiver go at it somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t

[ control freak ] sender lets receiver think they're in charge… until they flip the roles mid-way

[ lips everywhere ] sender kisses every part of receiver’s body.

[ breathless ] sender doesn’t let up until receiver is clawing at their back, gasping for air

[ all night ] sender makes sure receiver doesn’t sleep... again, and again, and again

[ tongue ] sender slides their tongue along receiver’s skin, taking their time tasting every inch

[ dark corner ] they don’t make it home! sender drags receiver into a shadowed corner and gets to work

[ eye contact ] sender holds eye contact the entire time they’re going down on receiver

[ mirror ] sender takes receiver in front of the mirror so they can both watch

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

❝ i want to hear every sound you make. don’t hold back. ❞

❝ get on your knees—now. ❞

❝ you’re not leaving this bed until i say so. ❞

❝ look at you. all mine and dripping for it. ❞

❝ you said 'just one more time' last time, remember? ❞

❝ keep quiet, or they’ll hear. ❞

❝ is this what you wanted? me, like this, ruining you? ❞

❝ you’re shaking—already? we’ve barely started. ❞

❝ i haven’t even touched you yet, and you're already begging. ❞

❝ be good for me and spread your legs. ❞

❝ don’t you dare finish until i tell you to. ❞

❝ you’re going to be the death of me, but i’ll die happy. ❞

❝ say it. say you need me. say it louder. ❞

❝ i could do this all night. want to test me? ❞

❝ if you want more, use your words. ❞

❝ you look so pretty when you beg. ❞

❝ you’re not shy now, are you? ❞

❝ take it. like that. good. ❞

❝ tell me where you want my mouth. ❞

It helps, for the moment, but her heads still swimming and the throbbing pain had yet to ease.

Claire has the tone of a worried mother, feeling the other gently rubbing her arm while she reassured her of her safety. She nods in response to her questions, taking deep, shuddered breaths while she tried to ground herself back in reality.

“Yeah… I was running wasp on a tyrant. Needed to give Leon time to set up…” She groans, she could feel the lecture incoming. If she didn’t do SOMETHING, though, they would have been having a far rougher time right now.

as resilient as she'd proven herself to be and at least twice as smart, the girl woman stirring awake and returning to the realm of those who were alive and fully conscious, was still very much a 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥. while claire was aware that people with strong minds tended to mistake empathy for pity, her expression remained mildly concerned as she followed helena's movements.

a moment passed until she noticed the way the surrounding lights could be harsh on a pair of sore eyes, her attention having been partially on her work and mostly on making sure the younger one's chest had risen and fallen at least somewhat steadily. recognizing that helena was indeed protecting her aching vision, claire abandoned her laptop by setting it down to the ground and standing up form a folding chair that'd judged by its cracked paint had seen better days. and so, a curtain separating their spot from the medic's temporary station got yanked to her right, now offering a fragment of privacy as well as an additional filter for softening the clinical light.

❝ leon's alright, he made it with only a few cuts and bruises, thanks to you. we swapped spots about half an hour ago ❞, she assured with a smile of empathy settling on her lips, ❝ i'm not joking when i tell you that convincing him to leave your side and go through his own checkup was a task and a half. ❞ then, as the might of worry pushed past 𝐚𝐥𝐥 the mental barriers claire had built, her bittersweet relief shone through the bravest pieces of humor.

There had been a protection detail. One man went off and she had no idea if he'd gotten killed out there or had decided the generous paycheck wasn't worth risking his own neck to collect. Her second man died keeping her alive as they had been ambushed, and she'd been told to run to safety.

However, the lowgrade and recently made BOWs were doggedly insistent on chasing her down. Emiya had been holed up fine and holding on her own, just waiting for the worst of it to blow over. Someone should have been deployed by now, right? And she didn't care which faction would send them either, just so that this mess was cleaned up somehow before more innocent people got dragged in and hurt.

"Who me?" Emiya asked, feigning wide eyes and a hand over her mouth. "Not me, I'm just your every day flower girl."

With a P320 in her pocket.

But she was just glad to not be alone anymore. Hiding out in this building was starting to give her the cramps, so Emiya was happy she could be moving around again, this time with someone else beside her. When the roof was suggested, the botanist was more than happy to agree, heading the stairs with her, rather quick on her feet.

"I'm Emiya, but Emi works fine, too. Nice to meet you, Claire!"

There was the telltale tink of glass vials clinking around in her sachel, but Emiya didn't mind it, knowing the contents would be safe as long as she didn't just outright try to smash them against the floor. Now what did they hold within them, that was the young woman's own little secret.

After they got onto the roof, it didn't take long for Emiya to rush over to the side, peering over the edge to get a peek at the entrance she had used originally. Claire would have to have come from a different route, as she remembered pushing down and pile of heavy objects to keep the gate there closed. Perhaps the entrances from the other sides of the building were still open enough for her to get in.

no matter how hard she tried to not have any prejudices, claire had likely met too many people with too much to hide that she needed a moment to study her new acquaintance before 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 whether or not it'd be necessary to stay notably alert in emiya's presence. she appeared sweet and odd somehow, as if she'd belonged someplace else entirely rather than a city — should they brush aside the outbreak's obvious influence, of course. nobody with life pulsing steadily through their veins belonged in the remains of what once had been full of the moment's blessings and future's promises. in other words, this place completely sucked.

❝ a flower girl, huh ❞, she mused as her boots met the metal stairs with rhythmic creaks, somewhat matching with those of emiya's own, ❝ that sounds nice. the world needs more good things to it, right ? especially after witnessing something like whatever-the-fuck is going on down there. ❞

one miracle showed up in the shape of a door leading to the rooftop, for the women indeed managed to open it without any trouble whatsoever. another one was the politeness in the flower girl's tone, which made claire wonder if emiya was a bit bubbly by nature or if she'd been doing customer service long enough to have such liveliness as a role to wear whenever outside the comfort of home. perhaps she was both, perhaps neither, but the nice to meet you did earn a genuine smile from her part as well as a 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 hum through her nose. ❝ it's nice to meet you too. ❞ no mention about the infected roaming through the streets and bringing grimness to a first meeting was necessary at that point.

VISCERAROTW. a private, mutuals only roleplay blog focusing on MIA WINTERS from resident evil vii + viii, with a focus on psychological horror. multi verse and multi ship. mdni. 21+. dark themes ahead, such as experimentation, kidnapping and torture. penned by ILIA. please read carrd before interacting.