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billy loomis ☝️🤓

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Late night colouring practice.

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no caption sorry i'm crazy for him

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art by

SARDINE

@kjr0313

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Cheater; Albert Wesker

You cheat on your husband with Albert Wesker.

Warnings: Cheating

Any Wesker can be imagined, but I had RE5 Wesker in mind!

It was wrong, you knew it was wrong, yet you couldn’t help the way you lusted after your husband’s best friend.

Albert Wesker was nothing like your husband – it was a miracle that they were even friends – and perhaps that was what had attracted you to the older man. He was older than both you and your husband, a work colleague or something of the sort, and experienced in a lot more than one would ever expect, and as you stood in the kitchen with him alone, you couldn’t help but wonder if he knew of your feelings.

Your husband was in another room, doing… something; you weren’t exactly listening to him, your mind too focused on being left alone with Wesker.

“Chateau Lafite Rothschild 2005?” Wesker broke you from your thoughts. “My favourite wine. If I didn’t know any better, I would say that you bought this just for me,” a small smirk appeared on Wesker’s lips.

You looked up at the man while also actively avoiding looking at his smirk. “Well, I know how much you like it and since you took time away from work for tonight’s dinner party, I felt as though I should treat you to some,” you smile sweetly.

It was yours and your husband’s anniversary, so he decided to throw a dinner party to celebrate, inviting all your close friends who had long since left. You weren’t entirely sure why Wesker had remained, but you weren’t complaining; you did enjoy his company, after all.

Wesker’s gaze focused on your smile for a moment, eyes trailing down your body before raising back up to your eyes. His looks went unnoticed by you, however, having been fiddling with the hem of skirt.

“You’re quite readable, you know that.” He commented, his smirk unfading.

Your eyes shot up to stare into his own.

“Readable? What do you mean?”

Wesker steps forward, nodding as your eyes widen,

“Your facial expressions, the way you’re messing with your skirt.” Another step. “You’re nervous, not just because you’ve had some alcohol, but because of me.” He concludes, and you curse him for being so observant.

“Perhaps you scare me?”

Wesker smirks again. “You’re a horrible liar.” He’s in front of you now, his hand reaching to grab your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “You want me.”

Your hands are shaking now. This is wrong, you think to yourself. So wrong.

“Wesker…” His name falls from your lips in a quiet whisper.

“Admit it, Y/N.” His words are demanding yet not aggressive. “Admit that you want me. I can see it in your eyes, your body language, your behaviour. Tell me how you really feel.”

Your eyes fall to the ground, shame filling your body.

“Look at me,” Wesker says, his voice is firm but not harsh, his free hand cupping your cheek and forcing your gaze back up to him. “I want to hear you say it. No bullshit excuses.” That was the first time you had ever heard him swear.

“This is wrong. My husband… he’s in the next room, but still…”

Wesker raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to admit your feelings.

“I want you…”

Your eyes move from the ground to the doorway, ensuring that your husband wasn’t coming.

“That’s more like it,” Wesker’s hand moves from your chin to your waist, pulling you closer to him. He glances over his shoulder before turning back to you. “Be quiet, though, wouldn’t want your husband catching us like this now, hm?”

Without another word, his lips press against yours in a firm kiss, one that you can’t resist. His kiss is just how you had imagined it, rough lips, forceful yet oddly sweet, and you could taste the wine that he had been drinking all night.

Too lost in the kiss, you didn’t hear your husband approaching, but Wesker did, pulling away leaving you a blushing mess with widened eyes. He’s quick to step back, moving back to his original position with his previously abandoned glass back in his hand.

You copied his move, grabbing your own half-full glass just as your husband re-entered the room.

“I hope you two are getting along,” he grins at you both, and you simply nod, taking a large gulp of your drink.

“We are,” Wesker speaks, eyes landing on you for a moment before turning to your husband. “She was just telling me about your honeymoon,” he lies.

Your husband chuckles, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Is that right?” He asks.

You simply nod, thankful that Wesker was a better liar than you.

It was difficult, knowing that you had just cheated on your husband and now being in the same room with both him and the man that you had cheated on him with. You didn’t know how Wesker could do it, all with a smile on his face. Perhaps he didn’t care about him as much as your husband or thought, or as equally possible, he didn’t think that he owed him as much loyalty as you did, and he’d be right. God, how could you ever rectify this.

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Jace and Rob doodles (oc x oc)

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Sitting like a God

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Easily favorite visual interpretation of Birkin is from the artist Wolfina. The one that made cover and profile art for the S.D Perry novels ( 😟 )

Like girl I WILL find you and I WILL tell you how much I love ur art…….

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Never, never gonna give you up

I'm never, ever gonna stop

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Do you have any ibuprofen? He got a headache.

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Re1 and re5 chriskers becus I love them

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my pookies

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[ x ]

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gay doodle dude x cain

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did you see that awesome dress ada wore at the end of re umbrella chronicles????

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im posting this and going to sleep

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bloody wesker :3 (headcanon of him being cannibal in-game)