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Eastern Bearded Dragon (Pogona barbata), family Agamidae, NSW, Australia

photograph by Matt Graeme

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❤︎: SWEETIE :❤︎: DANTE X FEM!READER :❤︎

Notes: Takes place somewhere during the 2007 anime. This version of Dante needs more love so I volunteered! Reader is younger by a little over a decade. 10-12 years. Hope you like it~!!

Sweet isn't exactly the first thing that comes to mind when people look at Dante. I mean, come on, a tower of a man armed to the teeth and cladded in red and black leather would leave a myriad of impressions but sweet was very rarely one of them. He doesn't hold it against anyone. He gets it honestly. That being said, it still takes him by surprise when you tell him just that - that he was sweet.

"But you are!" You insisted rather vehemently when the older gentleman tells you otherwise. You're almost all up in his face about it. Like you're on some kind of crusade. It's kinda cute. "Most folks would tell ya different." He replies with a soft shrug. You shoot him a pout, eyes narrowing slightly. "Then most folks are stupid." Dante can't help but chuckle just a little as his icy blue eyes light up ever so slightly. He feels warm. And God knows how long he'd felt that way. Reaching out a gloved hand,he ruffles your hair gently and the grin that tugged at his lips breaks into a smile when you try to swat his hand away.

"Hey, knock it off! I'm not a little kid!"

"Could've fooled me, hon."

You let out a huff, and after a moment or so you speak up again, tone soft.

"And I'm not lying. I think you're the sweetest guy I've ever known." You sound so earnest,so adamant in your words and when you look up at him with those bright young eyes Dante feels his heart skitter and a flash of pink tints his face. Yearning tugs at his chest and had he been a lesser man he'd waste no time kissing you senseless right there and then. But he holds himself, pushes back that devious little voice in his head. Instead he allows himself the simple warmth of your hand in his. You don't pull away from him, moving in closer until you're gently pressed against his chest as if you were a precious gift. And in the midst of your embrace, Dante hopes - prays - that for all his sins,all his mistakes, he'd still be able to hold and have you like this.

In this sweetest silence...

This was short but I hope it was at least sweet T^T. I'm no writer but I'm hoping to get a little more decent with it at least. Dante honey I hope I did you justice here...!

: Dividers are by @enchanthings :

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Vergil when I get my hands on him

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A snake story, based on an experience I had while I was in Florida.

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girldad Dante, but what about girldad Vergil? He wants to experience being a present father this time, so when he can finally get his wife pregnant again (not so planned) he tries to hide his excitement that it's a girl while Nero is like 🧍‍♂️

𖡼.𖤣𖥧 why do birds suddenly appear 𓅳. ݁₊ ⊹ .

“Alright mom and dad, if you’d like to know the gender today’s the day!” The ultrasound technician is chipper and cheery as she moves the wand over your belly, it grates on Vergil a little, is everything going to be this much of a fuss? “Umm.. what do you think?” You tilt your head away from the screen, looking at him, he rubs his thumb over your knuckles, “Whatever you want darling.” Vergil is little to no help with these things, the last baby he had he didn’t even know about, let alone ultrasound appointments and baby showers. Some things are left to you, and you take it with stride, “Hm okay, I think I’d like to know.” You say turning your cheek back over to the girl, then back up to the monitor. She smiles and moves the wand over your belly some more “Congratulations! It’s a girl!” She says smiling at the two of you, a little put off by your stoic husband’s reaction. A girl You’re a little indifferent to it, girl or boy, as long as you have a healthy baby. Only now you know to buy pink onesies instead of blue, it’s helpful information.

You’re sent off with a few new pictures that are safely stored in your purse and Vergil helps you into your coat, buttoning each one to the top, giving your mouth a peck when he’s finished, a new fun game for him really. You walk hand in hand with him, Vergil’s extra neurotics (Nero’s words not yours) these days, walking with his side to the street and keeping a watchful eye of any weirdos. Not that he didn’t do it before, but it really is ramped up. He can’t help it, you’re certainly much more of a target. You’ve begun waddling, he finds it effortlessly endearing, but he’s sure others do too. You’re already cute enough, but now you draw even more attention to yourself with the bump poking out of your coat. The whole pregnancy has made you more enigmatic in Vergils eyes. There definitely is a glow about you, he notices.

At home Vergil takes your bag and coat, setting them aside before kneeling down. You balance with a hand on his shoulder as you raise one foot, he takes your shoe off, setting it next to the other pairs neatly, he does the same to your left. The two of you have become a well oiled machine. “Hey guys.” Nero chirps, his cheeks puffed out with cereal. “Hi, did you just wake up?” You pad over, trying to smooth out an odd cowlick, “Little while ago.” he nods, “It’s almost noon, stop going to bed so late.” Vergil chides disapprovingly, Nero shrugs it off. “How’d the appointment go?” Nero changes the subject, you smile, you know him and Vergil are trying, but how do you parent an eighteen year old? “It went good! We’re having a girl!” You chirp, showing him the ultrasound, Nero isn’t really sure what he’s looking at, but he smiles anyways “Little sister eh? That’s cool, congrats guys.” He gives you a thumbs up, and you kiss the side of his head. He’s been so sweet about all this, you wouldn’t have faulted him if he didn’t like his dads new wife, and you would’ve understood if he would be lackluster about a baby, it’s a lot.

The day goes by sluggishly, Vergil makes dinner and frets around worriedly when you shower. He feels true relief when you come to bed, daisy fresh. Vergil likes watching you prepare for bed, slathering your skin with coconut oil to avoid stretch marks. He lays on his side admiring you. Another baby wasn’t in the plan, it just…sorta happened. He was really surprised, thinking that when you started throwing up and gaining weight, he’d thought that you just had a weird bug. “What you creep?” You poke fun as you get into bed, seeing him just staring at you. “Nothing.” He flicks your cheek, smiling when you flinch away. He hopes your daughter doesn’t take after your dramatics, daughter, odd. Such a mouthful too.

For Vergil, moments of silent epiphanies have been happening more frequently as your due date approaches. He rubs your shoulders, gently kissing your neck as he kneads your tissue deeply. A daughter, periods, training bras, boys, ugh… He felt the same way you did, gender wasn’t a concern of his, just a healthy baby. He doesn’t know the first thing about raising a baby, let alone a little girl. You already have a certain temperament that he really was not akin to, you really were the first woman who taught him how to deal with…women. Raising one seems completely out of his depth. At least he has something in common with a boy, wear deodorant, don’t use so much gel in your hair, he guesses he can still say that stuff to a girl. He rubs at a particularly achey spot, kissing your shoulder when you wince. He thinks about it some more, a chubby cheeked little angel, will she look like you? Vergil hopes so, he already has a twin brother, and a son, Sparda has strong genes. Vergil finds himself fantasizing about being able to see a little you all the time, smiling to himself.

“Penny for your thoughts?” You ask, Vergils hand has moved over to your still slick stomach, rubbing the bump tenderly, “You must think I’m really cheap.” He says and it illicits a laugh from you. “I’m happy is all.” Vergil confesses into the crook of your neck, you smell heavenly. “A daughter, a little girl…” He says wistfully, “Thank you.” He adds on, Vergil is truly grateful for your sacrifice, carrying a baby, he knows he couldn’t do it, give his body up like that. But you are, willingly, and it amazes him everyday. “Y’know what shows appreciation like nothing else?” You croon and he rolls his eyes, he knows the answer already, he’s pouring his heart out here and all your after is foot rubs. “Yes dear.” He says like a good husband, you smile at him, and well, he finds himself unable to remain so stoic.

dividers by @enchanthings

a/n: lol thank u for this prompt anon!

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This will be my first time asking someone for something...I'm a little nervous. Also I love what you wrote about Frank, they really made my day!! Can I make a request regarding dbd killers? (You can make any killer you want.) Especially Frank 🏃‍♂️

It's going to be a bit classic but how would they be with a s/o who is addicted touching. For example,with a s/o who suddenly opens their shoulders and starts kissing their bare skin until she get tired. But if they refuse and stop the reader, with a s/o who gets offended by them and opens her own shoulder and starts kissing it.

(I have a cousin who has this habit and it's pretty funny. Anyway you can add Nsfw if you want, I'll leave that up to you 🏃‍♂️✨)

Character: Frank Morrison/Legion, Ji-Woon Hak/The Trickster, Albert Wesker/The Mastermind, Danny Johnson/The Ghost Face and Sally Smithson/The Nurse

A/n: Thank you so much for the request and even though it took forever (I'm very sorry 😭) I very much enjoyed writing this and I hope you also enjoy reading <3. I included a little but nothing explicit smut and it's after the ~~~~~~~

Frank Morrison / The Legion

Frank never really understood why you loved slipping his hoodie off at the end of a hard day just to kiss his bare shoulder so tenderly, but at some point it started just feeling... right.

The first few times he might have instinctively flinched, not used to someone being so gentle with him. But seeing the way your face softened every time you pressed your lips to his skin made his chest ache but in like a good way.

If he ever stops you, either because he's feeling overwhelmed or simply teasing you, Frank would let his hand rest on your arm, pulling you closer.

And then, to your surprise, his lips would find your shoulder instead, pressing a bit of a clumsy but very heartfelt kiss there.

"...There," he’d mumble under his breath, almost shy. "Fair’s fair, right?"

The more you do it, the more he craves it without realizing it himself. Waiting for your kisses at the end of the day and feeling pissed off when you don't do it.

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The moment your lips ghost across his shoulder, Frank’s patience wears thin.

His breath hitches as you kiss him again, hands teasing beneath his hoodie. That’s all it takes for his hunger to awaken.

If you dare to continue, he’ll grab your hips, pulling you flush against him with a growl. "You really like doing that, don’t you?"

He shifts your shirt down your own shoulder now, lips on your shoulder with a rough, heated kiss that lingers a bit too long.

His hands roam further as your breathing quickens, and soon enough, you're both tangled, shirts discarded, and all that from one simple kiss.

Ji-Woon Hak / The Trickster

Ji-Woon laps up your attention like honey. Your fingers slipping off his jacket, your lips dragging along his shoulder, it's pure adoration, and he loves every second.

He usually lets you do as you please, basking in the feeling of being worshiped.

But occasionally, just to toy with you, he’ll stop you, grasping your wrists with that much too attractive grin of his.

Instead of leaving you hanging, though, Ji-Woon would lean in close, brushing his lips against your shoulder with deliberate slowness.

"Why should you have all the fun, hm?" he purrs, voice like silk.

He loves making you feel just as weak for him as you make him feel for you.

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Every touch you give him feeds his ego, but also ignites something primal in him.

When you trace his shoulder with kisses, Ji-Woon watches you with lidded eyes, his hand already slipping lower on your body.

Sometimes he’ll stop your teasing fingers, smirking before guiding your shirt off your shoulders and returning the favor with hot, wet kisses that leave your skin tingling.

"Such devotion," he hums against your skin. "You deserve to be worshiped too."

Before long, you're both stripped bare, his lips traveling lower, his voice purring sweet filth against your ear as he claims you.

Albert Wesker / The Mastermind

Wesker always watches you with those sharp eyes as you tug his coat from his shoulders and begin planting soft kisses along his skin.

Sometimes, though, his clothing proves annoyingly stubborn, the layers, the tight fit and then you find yourself getting a little frustrated trying to get them off properly.

He watches your struggle with amusement in his eyes, lips twitching ever so slightly at your determination.

After a few moments, with a low chuckle, Wesker steps in, quickly opening up your clothes, peeling the fabric away to grant you full access (at least when he is in the mood to do so).

He pretends to tolerate it at first, letting you think you’re in control, but deep down, your tenderness actual shakes up his careful composure.

If you get too bold, he’ll stop you with a firm hand on your wrist, holding you still as his gaze darkens.

But instead of fully denying you, Wesker leans in, his lips brushing against your shoulder with precision, leaving a heated mark.

"If anyone will indulge in such affections" his voice is dangerously low, "it will be me."

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Your kisses are a dangerous game with Wesker ,one you always lose, deliciously so.

As your lips work along his shoulder, he watches you like prey, stopping you with a firm hand just as you begin to crave more.

"Enough," he commands, but only so he can slide your own shirt from your shoulders slow and calculated.

His lips descend onto your exposed shoulder, teeth scraping lightly as he whispers in your ear. "You forget who’s in control here."

And from there, he dismantles you, piece by piece, kiss by kiss, until you're breathless under his total dominance.

Danny Johnson / The Ghost Face

You slipping behind Danny, easing his robe down and tracing your lips over his shoulder? It's the kind of intimacy he secretly craves.

He’d chuckle under his breath, pretending to be unaffected, but his breathing always betrays him.

If he ever stops you, just for the little thrill of watching your reaction, he doesn’t leave you wanting for long.

With a sly grin, he cups your face, shifts your shirt aside, and plants a playful kiss on your shoulder.

"You’re not the only one who can do a little skin to skin" he whispers, eyes almost sparkling.

Danny always makes sure your games end with him holding the upper hand, or at least, making you feel like he does.

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Your touches always stir something dark in Danny, a wicked possessiveness.

When you start kissing along his shoulder, he smirks, then halts your hands for a moment, just to flip the script.

Tugging your shirt aside, he sinks his teeth gently into your shoulder, marking you with a satisfied hum.

"Didn’t think I’d let you have all the fun, did you?"

His touches grow rougher, his hands slipping under fabric, fingers roaming freely as clothing falls to the floor, leaving you completely vulnerable to his attention.

Sally Smithson / The Nurse

Sally is delicate. She trembles slightly as you pull down her robe and lay soft, reverent kisses on her shoulder.

Your touch is one of the few sensations that brings her back from the fog of her torment.

Sometimes, though, the vulnerability overwhelms her, and she gently halts your hand, unsure how much she can handle.

But seeing your soft eyes waiting patiently encourages her.

Slowly over time, she gathers courage, and with slightly shaky hands, brushes your shoulder free of fabric, pressing a feather-light kiss there.

"I... I want to give you the same," she whispers, her voice quiet but sincere.

With you, Sally is learning how to give affection as much as she receives it.

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Sally’s breath always grows shallow when you begin, her robe slipping from her shoulders beneath your lips.

The vulnerability makes her hesitate, but when she finally finds her courage, she returns your affection gently.

Carefully, she slips your shirt aside and presses soft, lingering kisses to your shoulder, savoring the warmth of your skin beneath her lips.

What begins as hesitant touches soon turns desperate, both of you slowly undressing each other as soft gasps fill the dim room.

Divider by: @uzmacchiato

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I love your Wesker series so much!! your writing of him is so good.... 🥹🥹🥹

Can we get a continuation if it, pretty please? slightly suggestive/NSFW is okay too!!

Date Night

Summary: What could go wrong going on a date with Dr. Wesker?

TW: pre-RE1 Wesker is possibly ooc, usage of pet name (love and lovely, sweetheart, pretty thing/pretty, dearest), implied fem Reader (they wear a dress and makeup), smut (w/ or w/o plot?) fingering, missionary, unsafe sex on a couch (please wear a condom or so help me), clothed sex (mostly on wesker's part), vulgar language (cunt, fuck, shit, dick), this just gave me a reason to try writing NSFW for the first time

Author's note: I'm so sorry; this would have been out sooner, but I'm dealing with some health issues (which worsen my anxiety and further rob me of actually writing) and I'm experiencing burnout because it’s summer break. This is also written for a fem reader only because I’m more familiar with that perspective and would rather not attempt writing a masc version poorly (since I'm a perfectionist). If this seems poorly written, I apologize; I'll rewrite it at a later date when I regain my special magical writing abilities.

Word Count: ~4.9k

Pt. 1 & Pt. 2 & Pt. 3

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Heavenly virtues and deadly sins. Charity and Greed, Chastity and Lust, Diligence and Sloth, Humility and Pride, Kindness and Envy, Patience and Wrath, Temperance and Gluttony. You were supposed to have virtues, the guides for your morals to make you a good person.

But patient wasn’t something you’d describe yourself as.

Dr. Wesker sent you the details two days before your planned Saturday date. The date was simple: He’d pick you up at 6:30 and drive you both to an authentic Italian restaurant in the nicer part of Raccoon City. The restaurant served fantastic pasta dishes, gorgeous desserts, and pastries. Although what wasn’t so simple was waiting and acting normal during work hours. Following your routine kept you sane, never drifting from the set order of events to keep you focused on the present.

Friday went as smoothly as any other; you woke up, went to work, and finally got off your shift. You and Dr. Wesker headed towards the parking garage together, partaking in a small conversation like usual. By the time you both stepped from the elevator, he reminded you of your date the following day, before he gave another lingering kiss and left you near your car with a hint of a smirk on his lips.

The excitement of having a date didn’t hit you until this morning after you ate breakfast. And after a realization, you became aware that you didn’t remember the last time you went on a proper date, especially not with a man like Wesker. If there was any. High school dates were cute, with boys bringing stereotypical roses (or not at all) and being too selfish to care about anything besides potentially getting into your pants. Perhaps that’s why you avoided dating like the plague, too worried that the next man (or actually boy) you came across would force you to lower your standards and settle for something not even half your worth. Perhaps that’s why you were so willing to go on a date with Wesker. Whether intentional or not, he made you want to be better, to seem like you deserved to have a chance with him, unlike the women and men who would incessantly suck up to him.

You had gone through your entire closet and dresser after breakfast, too much of a perfectionist not to mentally and physically prepare yourself even if it was seven hours before he picked you up. Most of your outfits screamed corporate instead of date, given how much Umbrella took most of your time, and it was hard enough trying to find a Spring or Summer outfit. But once it turned into two hours of indecisiveness and frustration, you decided on three options.

Option A was a light green floral patterned dress that came down three inches above your knees, hugged the shape of your waist, and was held up by two thinner straps. Option B was an all white off shouldered dress, making it very susceptible to staining from possible spills of food. The flowy skirt came lower and ended near the top of your shins and featured two long pieces of fabric around your waist to tie back to make a cute bow. The last dress, option C, was much slimmer and showed off your figure more than your work outfits did. It was another floral-patterned dress, however, the flowers were much larger and spaced out, with the soft pink colors complementing the white fabric, and it was held up by much thicker straps. All three dresses could be complemented with a cute Hawaiian flower clip that rested on your dresser.

Now running behind, although not really, you hurriedly grabbed your shower products and hopped into the shower. With a determination to look like a deity of beauty (and smell like one), vanilla-scented wash was your friend. You shaved your legs and other areas like your life were on the line. Your face was cleaned with the more special occasion products. Your hair was thoroughly conditioned and was soon wrapped up in a towel to be taken care of. Out of the shower and drying off, you quickly got to work with making sure your body was moisturized and silky smooth. Your makeup comes next.

You wanted to go with a simpler look, given that makeup wasn’t a specialty of yours and because you’d rather not experience the icky feeling of makeup on a hot day. Minimal concealer was applied to certain parts of your face, mascara on your lashes, quick eyeliner that brought the color of your eyes out, and a pretty pale pink lip gloss on your lips. You tackled the mess of your hair, separating it into sections and detangling before adding products to complete the look. Finally, you were left with deciding what to wear between the three options.

After staring at the outfits laid on your bed and their matching shoes underneath them, you decided to wear option C. You sighed as you looked in the mirror, eyes moving from your hair to your face, then down your neck, chest, and dress, and to your legs. It was odd wearing a dress after wearing pants and a shirt for so long. It was odd finally doing something other than eat, work, sleep, and repeat. But you didn’t entirely mind it.

You put your jewelry on, handling the delicate chains around your neck and wrists. Taking the cute flower clip, you added it to your hair and gave a smile to yourself in the mirror. You grabbed your purse, heels, and your phone to your living room. It would be a little while until Wesker showed.

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You perked up, and anxiousness flooded your system the moment you heard a knock on your front door. Quickly putting on the pale pink heels and spraying a little bit of vanilla perfume, you came to the door. With a breath, you turned the deadbolt and the knob before opening it. There stood Dr. Wesker. His appearance was just as sharp as usual, a crisp navy button-up with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and black slacks. A watch glimmered in the evening sun on his left wrist, reminding you that Wesker was paid more than you could ever imagine. He held a bouquet of your favorite flowers in the same hand.

“You remembered.” You murmured, a smile slowly appearing on your lips. He reached his hand out and handed them to you, the bouquet looking much larger in your hands than his.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?” He asked. His gaze followed you from behind the dark lenses, watching while you made quick work of filling a vase with water and taking care of the flowers. You didn’t have the heart to embarrass yourself by explaining why you thought he wouldn’t remember a little detail you mentioned in a passing conversation.

You grabbed your purse, which contained your phone, keys, some makeup, and other belongings, before walking back to your front door. You stepped out, closed and locked the front door behind you, before Wesker led you to his car with his hand on your lower back.

You both rounded the curve of the car, and he opened the passenger door for you. Once you were inside and your seatbelt was strapped over you, he was sitting down on his side of the car. It wasn’t long before he was driving out of your neighborhood and driving to the restaurant. You began a simple conversation to get rid of the silence that filled nervousness in your stomach. “I’m surprised you even suggested this.” You said, running your fingers over the texture of your purse. “Why?” He asked, turning on his turn signal, and turned the steering wheel to the right. “Though you were all business and no relationships.” You said a little quieter.

You heard him hum as you looked over at him. The only indication he glanced back at you was the slight tilt of his head in your direction. “There are many things you don’t know about me, lovely.” He said, slowly applying pressure onto the brake as he neared the traffic lights. You nodded slightly and looked out the tinted windows of his car, staring at the buildings are they went by. Eventually, Wesker rolled into a parking lot, and you found your eyes resting on his forearms as he handled the steering wheel and gear shifter between you two. He put the car in park and pulled the keys from the ignition before getting out, moving around the car, and opening your door once more. He held his hand out, and you smiled at him as you took it, standing up and grabbing your purse.

With his hand back on your lower back, he walked with you to the restaurant. Traditional arches and columns made up most of its exterior, while the inside held Mediterranean colors of earthy terracotta and olive green, and bright blues and yellows. You stopped at the counter as the host asked for the reservation information before taking you both to an available table in a far corner of the restaurant, allowing you both a bit of privacy. Once you sat down, it wasn’t long until a server came by, asking for both your drink and meal of choice. The server took both of your menus and promptly left as Wesker looked over at you from across the table, his forearms on the clean wooden surface. You glanced down at his interlocked hands before looking back at his shades.

“Do you always take your coworkers on dates?” You asked, fingers itching to nervously fidget with the ring on your right middle finger. “Only the ones that deserve it.” He responded.

You raised a brow, your head tilting to the left ten degrees. “Oh? So, you’re implying I deserve it.” You muttered.

“I thought we already established this,” he said with a light, amused sigh. You knew he was looking at you, even with the shades on the bridge of his nose, the heat of his gaze trailing over your hair, face, neck, possibly even your chest, and then your hands. “I believe…” He trailed off for a moment, meticulously choosing his words. “I believe you deserve this date because your presence does not irritate me, nor does it make me wish for a different assistant.” He explained to you as the server came by with your drinks. They placed the glasses of red wine on the table, along with the bottle, before leaving once more.

You figured he would’ve left it at that, but he continued to speak. “You are efficient and organized in your work. The office is always kept clean, thanks to you. Never are you loud, and you stay focused, which both alleviates the workload and my headache.” He said before swirling the wine in the glass, fingers holding onto the stem. He lifted the glass and took a sip of the red liquid, your eyes switching between his fingers and his lips. You find yourself smiling when you finally understand the meaning of his words. “I’ll take that as a compliment. It’s not often you give those.” You said softly before raising your glass and taking a sip.

“Are you implying I should compliment you more?” He asked bluntly, using the suddenness of his words to throw you off guard. You almost choked, quickly setting down the glass of wine before you spilled it on yourself. You cleared your throat and looked at him, catching the small smirk on his lips before it faded. “That is not what I was implying. However,” you paused, making sure not to make a fool of yourself in front of your date. “It would be nice if you did.” You said. Wesker gave a hum as an answer.

“Well, you look wonderful tonight, love.” He complimented as his hand reached out, moving to gently tuck a stubborn strand in front of your face behind your ear. And just as his finger brushed your cheek, his hand was gone and back in front of him. You flashed a bashful smile, ignoring the light heat that dusted across your cheeks.

The conversation carried on, undertones of flirtation becoming more and more prominent. Then, the food came.

“Here’s your cacio e pepe,” the server said, setting down your pasta plate in front of you. “And here’s your gnocchi with pesto.” They said, placing Wesker’s dish in front of him. “If you need anything else, don’t hesitate to ask.” They smiled before leaving.

Needless to say, with the first bite of your pasta, you were already hoping to come to this restaurant again. “This is so good…” You mumbled after thoroughly chewing. You took another bite, making sure not to get any of the cheese onto your face or dress. “I’m glad. I was hoping you’d like this place.” He said before beginning to eat.

When both of you finished your drinks and meal, the server came around to take your dishes and hand dessert menus.

“Would you like tiramisu or perhaps lemon ricotta cake?” He asked, labeling a few of the items. You leaned your head against your hand, elbow planted on the table. You hummed, thinking over your options as you played with your ring. “I want…cannolis.” You finally decide, and Wesker sets the dessert menu down.

“Good choice.” He said with obvious approval. Dessert came around fast, and you ate the cannolis provided.

“Can’t believe I’ve never had a cannoli before this.” You murmured, quickly grabbing another to put in your mouth. “I’m surprised you’ve never had cannolis before either.” He said with amusement. When you looked at him, the usual furrow in his brow was gone, and he looked almost happy.

The next hour was a blur. One moment you were standing after he paid the bill, the next he was taking you back to the car, and the next he was driving you back home. You watched as he reversed out of the parking space, his hand on the back of your seat as he looked over his shoulder to see what he was doing. His forearm flexed, and his brow furrowed, the crease between the middle returning. You bit your lower lip and looked away from him, deciding to focus on the dark outside and the moon.

Wesker put the car in drive and drove out of the parking lot of the restaurant. Neither of you said anything. Your eyes fell on him again, watching as he turned and held the wheel. Your fingers gained the itch. It wasn’t the same itch that wanted to fidget, it was the same itch that wanted to touch, to squeeze, and grip with all its might. It felt raw and uncontrollable, it felt similar to cuteness aggression.

“You’re staring again,” Wesker said, his voice breaking the silence. But unlike before, you didn’t look away from him. Instead, you turned your body as much as you could towards him. “Something piqued your interest?” He asked, momentarily turning his head to look at you.

“It’s childish.” You said in a quiet voice. “Childish?” He repeated, as if curious at the use of that particular adjective.

“I wanna claw at you like an animal.” You murmured. Wesker’s brow raised in surprise, not believing you’d say such a thing. “Do you really?” He asked, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. He made himself focus on the road and the other cars, refusing to properly acknowledge your blatant staring. You nodded at his question, continuing to stare like your life depended on it. You didn’t notice the speedometer rising.

“What else do you want to do, pretty thing?” He asked, voice low and dry like he was still recovering from your previous sentence. You sat up in the passenger seat, positioning your purse onto the floor of the car instead of your lap. Your left hand reached out and trailed your finger over the imprint of his bicep, feeling the flex of his muscle every time he made a turn. “I wanna touch and squeeze and…” You stopped your sentence, suddenly remembering where you were and who you were with, and backed off. You placed your hands back in your lap.

“No, no, don’t get shy suddenly,” Wesker said, making another left turn before suddenly putting the car in park. You looked out the window and realized you were already home, the car parked on the street in front of your home. When you looked back at Wesker, his body was turned towards you, the key already out of the ignition. “If you’re going to start something, you know better than to leave it unfinished.” He murmured, hand on your chin to keep you from looking away. His thumb brushed against the outline of your lips, almost tugging on your bottom lip, before he suddenly moved from you. He exited the car and promptly opened your car door. He helped you out once more, letting you grab your belongings before he turned you around.

“What else do you want to do?” He asked once more, his hands resting on your hips. You swallowed and looked up at his sunglasses. “Kiss you, touch you, squeeze you.” You whispered, and he smirked. “Well, I believe you’ve earned that right, haven’t you?” He said, shutting the car door. You began to walk backwards as he walked forwards, hand fishing for your keys as you came to your front door. He wasn’t going to leave, and you didn’t want him to. He let you turn around to unlock the door, fingers moving up to your waist and squeezing lightly. He leaned his head down, taking a breath of your hair before moving down to your neck as you opened the door. “You smell like honey and vanilla.” He noted, and you gave a short nod, too flustered to speak. When you walked forward, he walked forward, shutting the door with his foot and locking it with one hand. You moved into the living room and tossed your purse, only for Wesker to bring you back against his chest.

“Tell me… how long have you felt like this?” He asked, and at first, your brows furrowed in confusion. “Even before that incident with Maria, before I truly became close to you, I’ve noticed the looks you give me.” He murmured, lips beginning to press against the side of your neck and shoulder after he pushed the strap of the dress off your shoulder.

“You looked needy, as if you were denied water in a desert.” He said, fingers running over every curve and dip of your front. “When was the last time someone took care of you, hmm?” He asked, nose nudging the side of your throat. Your mouth opened to answer, but initially, all you gave was a short and light breath. The heat that you don’t remember ever forming grew worse in your lower belly, your underwear sticking to you uncomfortably. “I don’t remember.” You answered finally, and he chuckled. “Don’t remember? Perhaps it is long overdue.” He whispered.

He moved you to your couch, guiding your back onto the armrest. He took his place between your legs, fingers undoing the strap of your heels and taking them off your feet. He placed them somewhere near the coffee table, and you reached up, pulling his shades off. “I hate these things.” You said before leaning up and kissing him. His hands, initially placed on your stomach, moved down to your thighs, thumbs swirling circles onto the smooth skin of your inner thighs. The shades dropped somewhere, and he grunted at the soft thump of them hitting the floor. Your hands moved up his arms to his shoulders, softly digging into the muscles underneath the fabric of his shirt before moving to the buttons of his shirt. He tilted his head to the right, deepening the kiss as your fingers began to unclasp the buttons,

He pulled away from your lips and began to kiss down your jaw and neck, hands momentarily leaving your thighs to brush away the straps of your dress. Your mouth opened to take a deep breath, eyes fluttering with every press of his lips to your skin. He moved the collar of your dress down little by little until the straps were off your arms and the collar was lying on the middle of your stomach. “I’ll admit,” he murmured against the skin of your sternum. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a very long time.” He said, glancing up at you. He leaned up to kiss you once more. His hands moved to your backside, one lifting your back and the other moving upward to unclasp the bra you wore. When it was finally loose, he pulled the straps off your shoulders and removed it without parting from your lips. Next thing you knew, his left thumb was toying with your hardening nipple as his mouth came around your other, tongue flicking the bud. Your hand, now unoccupied, ran through his hair, messing up the once neatly slicked back hair.

Your breaths came out as pants as he switched to your other breast, pressing kisses and light bites before toying with your nipple with his tongue. He hummed, his left hand moving downwards once more. This time, instead of resting on your thigh, it trailed upwards. He rolled the skirt of your dress upwards, letting it rest on your hips. “Perhaps, it would be better if this were pulled off too, wouldn’t it?” He said, finally unlatching his mouth from your breast.

He helped lift your hips and pulled the dress completely off, sliding it over your legs before tossing it somewhere in the room. Feeling too exposed, you grabbed his shirt and pulled it off his shoulders. He chuckled, taking care of the rest and tossing the dark blue shirt somewhere. “Eager, aren’t you?” He said, and you rolled your eyes. “Is that a crime–” Your sentence was cut off when you felt his thumb suddenly press against the wet patch of your underwear. A breathy, barely inaudible moan escaped your lips, and you looked away from Wesker.

“Eyes,” he said, his other hand coming up and pulling your chin back to make you face him. “On me, pretty thing.” He murmured, fingers beginning to hook into the waistband of your underwear. You lifted your hips, and he pulled the article of clothing off, thumb coming back down, and began to press firm circles. He made sure you never looked away from him, a smirk on his lips. His fingers, dipped into your slick, moved to your entrance. Your legs twitched, trying to close on his arm, however, he quickly parted them open once more. “None of that, pretty thing. C’mon, keep them legs open for me, yes?” He murmured as he eased two fingers into your dripping heat. Your hand came from your side and grabbed a cushion.

His fingers began to move back and forth, working you open little by little. You gasped for air, his thumb continuing to press circles onto your clit. “That’s it…” He praised, the muscles on his forearm flexing as your other hand grabbed onto it, he chuckled in response. He angled his fingers just right, the pads of his fingers hitting the spongy spot, and you cried out, voice louder than you would have liked. “Keep doing it like that…” You said in a mix of gasps and moans.

He leaned down and kissed you, your previously coordinated kissing soon turned sloppy as he pumped his fingers faster. Your slick was dripping down your thighs and touching the once clean couch cushions. Soon enough, the muscles of your thighs tightened around Wesker’s body, and the coil in your core had coiled so unbelievably tight that the force of an organism hit you like a truck. With the help of Wesker’s mouth over yours, he drowned out the loud moans you made as you gushed over his fingers.

When you finally came down to your senses, he pulled his fingers from your fluttering cunt and brought them to his mouth. You watched him lap at your slick and cum, tongue swirling around his digits. His fingers exited his mouth with a loud pop and he bent down to kiss you, tongue entering your mouth and giving you a taste of your own cum.

Your hand trailing down his chest, fingers feeling the muscles of his abdomen, and stopping at the fly of his pants. You were suddenly aware of his bulge, the imprint looking as big as your palm. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, lovely.” He murmured and guided your hand in unzipping his fly and unclasping the button. He pulled both his boxers and slacks down just far enough to free his cock. The soft pink tip was decorated with beads of pre. You looked up at his face, his lips a deep red from the kissing. “Gonna sound so pretty, won’t you?” He whispered, slowly lining himself with your entrance. When he finally moved, easing the bulbous head into your tight walls, he hissed. “Breathe. You’re already so tight.” He said, words dragging out a little. You did what he asked and breathed, attempting to relax a little as he fully sheathed himself in you. You let out a whine, and Wesker placed his hands on your hips, preventing you from moving too much. After letting you adjust to his size, the incomparable girth stretching you out, he began to rock his hips back and forth. Your back arched and your eyes squeezed shut, only for him to stop moving.

“What did I say?” He said, tapping your cheek and making you open your eyes. “Eyes on me.” He said before his hands tightened around your hips. You grabbed onto a cushion once more, moaning and whining every time he slammed his hips up into you. It was a slow but deep pace, his dick seemingly reaching deep into your stomach and touching your intestines. You kept your eyes on him, maintaining eye contact.

“Look at you,” he said with a chuckle, his hand coming up to stroke your cheek. “So pretty. Sounds pretty too.” He murmured before suddenly slamming his hips into your cunt like his life depended on it, the sudden shift change sending you into a frenzy. You moaned and grabbed onto Wesker with both hands.

“Too much–” You whined. “But this tight cunt is saying otherwise, it keeps sucking me in.” He chuckled, the sound low and throaty. You pleaded with him, a train of slurring “please”s leaving your lips. He only continued his fast pace, driving his cock deeper and deeper. You tightened around him, and he groaned, sticking his face into your neck. You could hear him take greedy breaths of the vanilla scent you put on earlier before kissing and biting your neck.

“I…I…” You could barely speak, blank eyes staring up at the ceiling as the coil in your core finally unwinded and you came around Wesker’s cock with a loud cry. His hips began to stutter, groans and barely audible moans. “Shit…So fucking tight, can barely move.” He huffed, his strokes becoming sloppier and sloppier until he came and coated your insides white.

The two of you panted, skin sweaty, and your limbs boneless. He slowly leaned up from your neck, eyes falling onto your disheveled appearance. He chuckled as if he still wasn’t six inches deep in you. You, in your post-orgasmic state, had not a single thought in your brain. “Perhaps, I should’ve done this long ago.” He said, slowly pulling from you. You whined before leaning your head back and closing your eyes. You felt him move away from you, and the click of his shoes. It was silent for a moment or two before he came back.

“Where’d you go?” You murmured, not bothering to open your eyes. “I went to find where your bathroom and bedroom were.” He answered, sliding his arm behind your back and under your legs. He picked you up and carried you to your bathroom, sitting you on top of the toilet seat. He left the room to allow you a moment of privacy to do your business (remember to always use the bathroom after sex, guys), which could have been easier if your legs were so weak. When you opened the bathroom door, he helped you walk to your bed a few feet away, his hands on your hips.

He had already moved the bedsheets, allowing easy access to lie down quickly. He laid you down, and before he could even pull away, your hand reached out and grabbed him. “Don’t leave.” You murmured, eyes barely open. The corner of Wesker’s lips curled, and he gave you a small smile. “Dearest, who said I was leaving?” He said, and your grip on him loosened. He moved to the other side of your bed and took off his slacks, choosing to sleep in his boxers. You turned on your left side, facing him as he climbed into bed next to you. You placed your head on his chest, tucked underneath his chin, as his arms wrapped around you.

“Does this mean a second date?” You asked quietly.

He gave a short laugh. “It means as many dates as you want.” He whispered.

You could faintly feel Wesker kiss the top of your head, his hand drawing circles on your bare back as you went to sleep, breathing evening, and your body stilling.

[smolphantom]

Omg I love your writing!! Can we please get part 3 to the Wesker series?? 💓💓🙏

Connection

OMG, I'm literally so happy, this is my first request/ask.

Summary: Kissing your boss was the greatest and worst idea. Now, he won't leave you alone in your mind. But, you can't be too upset.

TW: lots of kissing (but like minor making out), pre-RE1 Wesker is possibly ooc, usage of pet name (dearest), GN! Reader, work was kind of rushed/not entirely proofread and may seem incomplete.

Word Count: ~2.7k

Pt. 1 & Pt. 2

Author's note: I may just write the date sometime soon idk, (maybe even NSFW/suggestive if someone requests it). And I don't like this one too much so some events may be change (undecided though).

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You laughed. Or rather, giggled. 

It was Sunday, and you had just finished cleaning your dinner dishes and putting them back in your cupboards. It was a typical Sunday, just as yesterday had been a typical Saturday. On Saturday, you had cleaned your home, from the pictures to the book and CD shelves, putting more effort than usual into cleaning the floors and counters. It felt as if you were putting on a show or trying to seem more presentable. Today, you had the opportunity to admire your hard work by lounging around and being lazy for once. However, even when you turned on your favorite TV show before switching to a movie, you never truly paid attention. Not because you knew the scenes by heart, but because your mind was elsewhere, thinking about someone. 

You’ve been giggling since Friday like a schoolgirl. It started after work, after that kiss, when you took a shower before lying on your back upon your sheets. You giggled before rolling over and kicking your legs as you smiled. You felt ridiculous, yet each time you thought about him, about his lips and hands, you couldn’t help yourself. 

It felt like torture, roaming around your home as your mind pestered you with the memory of him, of his words, of his touch. You wanted to call him and go “Do you wanna go to dinner with me?” but you could never bring yourself to press the call button. 

You liked to say you had patience and could keep yourself level-headed in times of stress. But when it came to him, Dr. Wesker, your boss who seemed to push past your limits, stress you out, and hook you in so much that you couldn’t leave, you could hardly say you were level-headed. 

Now, like a fool, you stared at your TV. It was hopeless thinking you could ever get over what he did. He was interested in you, yet, despite your initial jumping for joy, you couldn’t believe him. It was obvious Wesker had a preference in everything, which would inevitably include partners. But you knew he never did anything without reason. He chose you for a reason, he chose to kiss you, he chose to get so close yet stay so far from you. 

Your body jerks as you feverishly shake your head like a madman, trying to rid him from your thoughts. Eventually, you shut the TV off and head to your room, flopping onto your bed and sighing dramatically. As if on cue, your phone buzzes. And pathetically, you immediately move to see what the notification was, a little too excited. 

But before you could type out a response, he sent another message. 

I need you in the office by 7:45 sharp for an experiment.

The first message read and you already begin to feel yourself smile. You weren’t exactly crazy, anyone would be incredibly upset at having to come to work earlier than normal. You were excited as it meant you’d see him longer than usual. 

Try to get some more sleep than usual, yes, dearest?

Your thumbs moved on their own, and you typed out a response faster than you would’ve liked. 

Of course. I’ll see you at 7:45.

You looked away from your screen and turned off the device before forcing yourself to take a deep breath.You turned off your phone and took Wesker’s advice and went through your nightly routine. Not long after you found yourself lying in bed. You set an earlier alarm on your phone before placing it on the nearby nightstand and sighing. Sometime later, your eyes slowly fluttered closed as the background noise of whatever was playing on your TV helped you fall asleep. 

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You woke up to the sound of your alarm with a huff and glare up at whatever your eyes fell on. You went through your morning as usual, showering and doing your hair, dressing, and eating something for breakfast before leaving the house. Traffic was easy on the way to work, given that it was earlier than you would leave the house. Getting into the labs was a breeze. 

You walk quietly to your office, passing by no one except the tall and bleak walls that make up the labyrinth system of the underground labs. When you come to the office door, you grab the door handle and step inside. You give Wesker a small smile, who’s already at his desk and doing something. He doesn’t glance up at you, although you had your back turned as you unpacked your bag for the day, so you couldn’t see if he did or not. 

“You’re early.” He said, flipping a page. 

You look back at him over your shoulder, brows furrowing in confusion. “What do you mean? You told me to be early.” You replied as you leaned against your desk, the side of your leg pressing against the wood. His head lifts, and he doesn’t say anything momentarily. 

“I said a quarter til eight. Not 7:20.” 

You turn your head and look at the wall with widened eyes. Finally realizing why this morning seemed so quiet and easy, you swallowed and decided to open your laptop in silence. “I didn’t realize.” You said, typing in the password with fumbling fingers. Wesker gives a short hum before you can hear his chair rolling back on the floor. His footsteps draw nearer as he comes towards you, promptly rounding the corner of your desk and standing beside you. It wasn’t long before his hand was on the back of your chair, turning you to face him before tilting his head. Your eyes were forced away from the screen of your laptop to the shades he wore upon the bridge of his nose, the dark lenses giving you a view of your reflection. “We’ll have to find some way to pass the time, yes? I’m afraid there isn’t anything significant to do yet.” He muttered, his hand moving to the armrest of the chair. 

Your heart leaps at his words, and you curtly clear your throat to at least speak clearly. 

“Are you suggesting something, Wesker?” You asked. 

He shrugs a little as he leans in a little closer. “Tell me what my last words were to you, please?” He requested in a low voice. “‘Remind me to do that again,’” You repeated his words quietly, and a small smirk graced his lips, displaying his satisfaction in your compliance.

“So…” He drags out the word a little as he continues to look at you, unmoving from his position in front of you. He blocked you from leaving the chair with his right hand on the armrest of the chair and his other on the surface of your desk. You momentarily looked away from the dark lenses to his outfit, taking notice of the top three open buttons of his dark blue shirt and the black slacks of his pants. “What do you think I am suggesting, dearest?” There’s that word again. That God awful word that always brought the same heart-fluttering reaction to you. What you wouldn’t do to hear him call you that constantly was very little. 

“Do I have to say it?”

“I would like you to.” His hand reaches up, and he grabs your chin gently, tilting your head up to look at him once more. 

You release your breath a bit forcibly and take a conscious inhale. “But what if I would rather have you show me?” You asked boldly but just as quietly as before. 

“That works as well.” He hums. 

In less than ten minutes, you were already kissing him again. All morning, you didn’t want to appear excited at the idea of getting to kiss him again, that would make it seem like you were desperate for him. However, you had been looking forward to another moment with him since Friday, even if you denied it. 

The kisses started like the first one, tender and slow. But, not long after, his hand moved from your chin to your throat. He was gripping it as if he was trying to choke you, but instead, it was a heavy reminder of who you were with, almost like a weight of ownership over you, even if neither of you was in a committed relationship. The kisses soon turned a little rougher as his head tilted to the right to deepen the kiss. And you leaned back in your chair, letting his body cover you as he led the kiss. The only time you parted was to breathe a measly few kisses before getting kissed again. 

His knee nudged your legs open so he could get closer to you before there was a knock at the door. He gave a noise of dissatisfaction and parted from you, head turning to the door. Your eyes opened, and you looked at him, eyes catching a glimpse of his red lips before he moved from you, opening the door. Soon enough, Wesker was gone from the office room as he was required for a meeting with other high-level Umbrella workers. This left you alone with tingling lips, a hot face, and your thoughts. 

It was two hours until you saw Wesker and immediately once he got into the office, he ordered you to grab things for the experiments. You reminded yourself that this was a time for work, not a time for making out with your boss. So, you grabbed the needed supplies and soon met with the scientist in the testing rooms. 

For God knows how long, you spent time in the testing labs, taking notes on the results and behaviors of the test subjects. You did whatever Wesker asked you, given that it was your job as his assistant and no matter how harsh or rude he sounded. After several short breaks and a lunch, you were finally released back to the office to pack your things and leave for home. 

“You coming?” You asked Wesker as you neared the door. He shook his head, eyes glued to the papers in front of him. “No, I need to finish. You may leave.” He said, and you gave a short nod, grabbing the door handle and promptly leaving the testing room. You languidly moved back to your office, strolling the halls without haste. It felt odd not walking by his side, a bit awkward, but comfortable in his presence. Whatever had gone on in the meeting this morning had ruined his mood. You asked about it earlier during your lunch, but he only gave you a sharp “don’t worry about it” before going back to eating. 

As outlandish as it sounds, you had no interest in leaving yet, and after reaching the office and sitting at your desk, you only waited for your coworker. Luckily, it wasn’t long before he entered the room, hand running through his slicked back hair as he sighed deeply. 

“I thought you left.” He said with a low voice laced with barely masked exhaustion. “I wanted to wait for you.” You said softly, previously messing around with your phone moments prior. 

You stood up as he moved over to his desk, handling his things without the same calculated and meticulous care. You studied him for a moment, catching the way his brows furrowed with the little creases in between his brows deepening for a moment. “You’re stressed.” You stated as you rounded the corner of his desk and stood at his side. 

He gave a gruff hum, moving the things from atop his desk to the drawers or folders. You bring your hands to his shoulders, momentarily stilling his movements and bringing his attention to you. You dig your thumbs into the tight muscles of his shoulders, making him relax much quicker than you thought. 

“You don’t need to tell me about what happened in the meeting,” you said as you massaged his shoulders, his hands letting go of the various papers and manila folders. “But can you at least tell me why you’re suddenly so stressed?” You asked quietly, gaze moving up to the dark lenses. 

His hands uncharacteristically hesitate before moving to your waist, the heat of his palms seeping through the material of your shirt. “To put it simply…” He licked his lips and paused his sentence. “Things that were discussed were not to my preference.” He said as he looked at you, the weight of his gaze lingering near your eyes before moving down to your lips. 

You nod to his words as you suck in a breath. 

You weren’t in a relationship. You couldn’t be, not as long as you were a scientist and an assistant. However, the heavy tension between you was undeniable. You hadn’t believed it would end like this–your nights spent yearning for his presence and touch, and your days accompanied by thick tension that kept you from thinking straight during work. 

But your gaze moved to his hand as it left your waist and moved to grab his sunglasses. He pulled them off his face, with your eyes connecting to his for the first time. He stared at you, his pretty deep blue eyes staring back at you. They were like how you imagined, a deep blue that drew you in, but not exactly. You expected them to have a sharper gaze, but instead, there was a hint of softness in his gaze whenever he looked at you. He reached over and placed the shades on the table. 

“Is there a way I can help you, Dr. Wesker?” You asked in a quiet voice, hands stilling as they began to move upwards. The pads of your fingers trace the column of his neck, grazing his Adam’s apple before reaching the sharpness of his jaw. You hesitated before bringing your fingers up to his features, touching his face. You ran your fingers over the bridge of his nose and his cheeks before your thumb gently rubbed over the outer line of his lips. 

Without another moment wasted, he leaned in and kissed you once more. Your lower back hit the edge of his desk as he pushed you against it, hands tightening around your waist. You let out a gasp, and this time, he didn't hesitate to slip his tongue inside your mouth the moment your lips parted. You didn’t know how much time had passed until you parted and gave a glance at the clock. It was past seven, and you would’ve been home by now if you hadn’t decided to stay for him. 

Wesker’s gaze never left you, however, the heavy but soft gaze roaming your features as if he was seeing you in a different light. You were attractive even with your slightly out-of-place hair and flushed cheeks, even more so without the dark filter of the sunglasses. 

“Would you be free Saturday night?” He asked unexpectedly, his tone serious. You looked over at him before pretending to think as you looked off to the side. “Hmm…I don’t know, I have to check with my boss about that.” You joked. His eyes narrowed, but you knew he was slightly amused. 

“But, yes, I am free. Why?”

“You deserve a proper date and not just infrequent kisses. I’ll message you the details soon.” 

You raised a brow before an uncontrollable smile came to your lips. You hadn’t expected that; however, you were a little glad you weren’t the one asking for a date. 

“You’re something else, Wesker.” You said with a smile as you move towards your desk and begin to grab your bag and other belongings. He followed the same and soon enough, was walking out the door with his hand on the small of your back. “I hope this something else is good.” He said as you both made your ways to the elevator. 

Moments later, it was the two of you walking to your cars in the parking garage in a comfortable silence. “Let’s be a little professional during working hours. I’d rather not have rumors spreading around the facility.” He suggests. Then, he gives you a goodbye kiss and walks off to his car without an ounce of shame. “Just keep your body to yourself, and we won’t have any problems, Dr,” you respond as he glances back at you. He smirks before entering the driver’s side and promptly driving away. Bastard. 

Despite his asshole behavior, you were looking forward to that date.

[smolphantom]

Admiration

Summary: Everyone keeps secrets. But after the incident with Dr. Maria, you find yourself pushing the limits of professionalism by Umbrella’s standards. (This is part two of my previous post Bad Day, Worst Day, as requested by Vesper)

TW: eventual kissing, mild language, possibly ooc Wesker, GN! Reader, useage of dearest (like literally once)

Word Count: ~2.5k

Tags: @vesperaominosum <3

Requests are OPEN if you'd like me to write something specific (head cannons or a fic like this or if you want me to continue this)

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Watchful, effective, self-assured, keen, elusive, and respectable.

That’s how you’ve come to describe him. Sure, there were thousands of other words to describe him, but none were as fitting when you watched him work. You’ve grown to admire him throughout the time you’ve worked with him, but not so much understand him. Dr. Wesker was an enigma, or possibly like the Rubik's Cube, something you could never figure out how to solve, no matter how much you tried.

But despite how he acted, distant and private, it was his appearance that drew you in and kept you. There were handsome men, but then there was Albert Wesker. Perhaps it was his signature sunglasses that never strayed from the bridge of his perfect straight nose. Perhaps it was sharp features, sculpted like a beautiful marble statue. Or maybe it was the fact that you got to see him every day for hours upon end, granted the ability to gaze upon him whether he was working or scolding you for a mistake, even when you knew you were blatantly staring. It was impossible not to.

You knew this because you were watching him now, eyes trailing over his hands as he wrote on pieces of paper. His hands were veiny, but not disgustingly veiny like someone who took steroids. His fingers were long, and the skin on the back of his hands was smooth-looking. All the while, those same hands were attached to strong forearms, the muscles rippling whenever he took another stroke of his pen. You knew this because his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. You weren’t able to understand when or how he could get such muscles, given his packed schedule and his obvious devotedness to the Tyrant project.

You tried focusing on your work long ago, but it was a rather quick task that you had nothing else to do. Besides, you never could help yourself when it came to eye candy.

Your eyes trailed up to his face, roaming over details you’ve seen plenty of times before but were too shy to completely take in. Sharp jaw, straight nose, pursed thin lips that turned a deep pink whenever he pursed too hard, and the gentle furrow of his brows. If only you could see what lay beneath the glasses, the only item that prevented you from seeing the windows to the soul. Were they brown? Or perhaps they were a softer, darker, yet equally blue?

Maybe that’s why he wore the sunglasses, to hide the most vulnerable parts from people he didn’t trust or wasn’t close to. However, you didn’t take Dr. Wesker as a sentimental man.

“You’re staring.” Wesker suddenly said, breaking you from your staring session. You hadn’t even noticed he stopped writing and lifted his head to look at you, catching your act of continuous staring.

You sat up in your chair and cleared your throat, glancing back at your computer in a mock attempt at focusing. “Sorry, I was just mostly thinking.” You gave a half lie. He raised his left brow, his pen still poised. “Oh? And what were you thinking about?” He asked as he began to lean back in his chair, pen discarded next to the page he was writing on. “Lunch.” You lied compulsively, not wanting to admit you were staring at him for so long.

You stood up and grabbed your bag, suddenly deciding it was breaktime for you. “Figured you didn’t bring lunch again, and I’m going to a sandwich place, Jason’s. You want a sandwich?” You asked him as you approached the door. You turned to look at him. You couldn’t tell if he was contemplating his decision or was disappointed in the sudden shift of conversation. “The Panuzzo, pesto with light olive oil, tomato, mozzarella, ham.” He said. You weren’t sure whether or not to be surprised by his choice of sandwich, but you did know it sounded good. You gave him a thumbs up before leaving the office, and eventually the underground labs and Umbrella itself. Getting the sandwiches didn’t take long either, with the line inside not too long, and the actual sandwich-making was quick. Soon enough, you were showing the guards at the entrance of the labs your I.D. before walking down the same long corridor to your office.

With two knocks to the door, you opened it with your other hand and closed it behind you. “I was surprised when they had your sandwich on the menu, I’ve never heard of it before.” You said as you placed your bag on your desk. You brought the plastic bag to Wesker’s desk, digging in the bag and grabbing his wrapped sandwich. You handed him the food item before moving to your own desk to eat. “Jason is an Italian American, his grandmother was from Italy.” He responded, beginning to open the paper wrapping.

You paused and looked up from your sandwich, brows raised. “How do you know that?” You asked with a small laugh of surprise. The only indication he looked at you was the slight upward tilt of his chin. “I know Jason, I have been to his sandwich place before,” Wesker answered bluntly. “He likes to talk.” He added before moving to eat. You watched him take his bite of food, mind still whirring at the idea of a man like him, who seemed to never stop working, standing inside a small sandwich shop with a nice Jason talking his ear off. Eventually, you decided enough was enough and you began to eat your sandwich.

The office was silent for a while, the only sounds being of crumpling of the paper wrapper and the occasional shift in the seat filling the noise. It felt peaceful despite how much you two worked in hurried atmospheres.

“You were staring earlier.” He said, sandwich half eaten, and various small pieces of tomato from his sandwich resting on the wrapper. You paused your chewing and glanced away from your sandwich, brows raised in surprise. “I was not.” You responded, trying to defend your actions even though you knew you had been staring.

“Yes, you were.”

“No, I wasn’t.” You said, trying to keep yourself from cracking a smile. And it was hard to spin it around into the idea that you were doing something else since he had caught you blatantly staring.

“Yes, you were.” He wiped his hands on the napkin next to his sandwich before standing, back popping a few times while he stood with a straight back.

He moved towards you, deliberately slowing his footsteps and adding tension. He took one more step before finally standing in front of you, hands coming down to rest on the edge of your desk. You opened your mouth to give another objection to his claim, but could only lick your lips subtly. “You were admiring me.” He muttered, lowering his head so you were eye to eye. “And if I were?” You murmured, staring up at him.

He gave a hum that came from the depths of his throat, the sound rumbling in the air almost like a soft growl. “I’d say you were being unprofessional. And that it wasn’t your first time you’ve committed such an act.” He said in a quiet voice.

“You’re an enigma, that’s why.” You said in defense, suddenly no longer having the ability to look him in the eyes (sunglasses) and deciding to wipe your hands off on the napkin next to you. When you were done, his left hand came up and tilted your chin up to make you look at him. “And does that annoy you? Or…does it intrigue you?” He asked, not allowing you to look away from him.

You swallowed. The sudden lack of space, or rather, the space between the two of you, felt small. He was right in front of you, fingers holding your chin, and face so close yet so far from yours. Every bit of you, the irrational you, wanted to lean forward and kiss him despite your professional relationship. Besides, you didn’t know if he’d accept that and completely reject your feelings.

But you didn’t realize how he looked at you from behind the black shades. He found you fascinating. He lived a life of secrecy, solitude, and Umbrella. He didn’t need anyone, he told himself, until you came along. He was still secretive, yet he found himself beginning to rely on you not just because you were his assistant, but because you were competent enough to be worthy of his time and presence.

He would watch you as you worked, taking mental notes as you handled certain tasks and obstacles. He noted your quirks and habits, memorizing how you liked things organized and done, along with what you shared during conversations. He knew you preferred pasta dishes for lunch and would often avoid eating sugary treats every day. He knew you couldn’t stand silences when working and would hum a song from the radio to stay focused. He also had your files, detailing everything from your medical information to where you enrolled and graduated from college. He understood you, but he had yet to know you. It wasn’t his original plan, which had been to ignore you mostly and use you when you proved useful. However, there was something about you that kept him from acting normally.

“What do you think?” You finally answered him. He gave no sign of acknowledgement, not even a tilt of his head. You were almost convinced he was simply fucking with you.

He moved closer unexpectedly, and you could have sworn your heart jumped as anxiety filled your lower stomach, removing you from your appetite. “I think…you harbor unprofessional feelings,” Wesker whispered to you, his voice low and deep as if he were giving you a secret. However, before you could lean forward to give him the kiss you’ve been dying to give him, a knock came to the door, and he immediately moved away from you and stood straight.

“Come in.” He said to the person behind the door before moving back to his desk. You released the breath you were holding earlier and went back to your sandwich.

Neither of you had commented about what had happened four days ago. Not like you could anyway, as the two of you were surrounded by so much work that it was impossible to have a casual chat. And it wasn’t like you wanted to confront him about it, too shy and embarrassed, you let your feelings dictate your actions. You distanced yourself from him unintentionally, and he noticed quickly.

It was time to leave for you after a long ten hours of working, the weekend was finally here for you. You gently shut the lid of your laptop after logging out and placed it in your work bag. Any pens you used during the day were put away in the drawer to your right. Just as you stood, Wesker walked through the door. “Leaving now?” He asked as he moved to his desk. He caught the nod you gave and glanced down at the surface of his desk. “I’ll walk you out. It won’t do me any good to stay here for so long.” He suddenly suggested and began to gather his items. Soon enough, the two of you exited the office room and began to walk the long corridors back to the entrance of the labs.

You gave your goodbyes to the night guards as Wesker pressed the call button for the elevator. The elevator came a moment later, and you walked inside, with Wesker pressing the button for the ground floor. You didn’t say anything as the elevator doors closed and began its ascent to the surface.

“We never finished our conversation.” He suddenly commented as he stood beside you, his head facing forward. You swallow your suddenly dry throat and tighten your grip on your coat. “We’ve been busy, sir.” You responded, keeping your eyes forward. “But you know it’s not just because of that.” He remarked. You cursed at yourself mentally. You merely gave a nod at his words, unable to find the right words to make a coherent excuse for why you never brought things up again.

“It’s just…” You stopped your sentence, not liking the way things sounded when you said them out loud. Eventually, you rubbed your eyes and took a deep breath to hype yourself up. What’s the worst thing that could happen? You asked yourself.

“I didn’t want to.” You said it quieter than you would’ve liked.

“Why?” He asked immediately.

“Didn’t know how you felt. Knew it was unprofessional.” You said briefly, trying not to say too much to prevent yourself from stumbling over words and creating a pile of incoherent phrases hardly considered to be a sentence. “That didn’t stop you before, when you admired me.” He replied, his head tilting to the left as he glanced at you. “This time it was different, alright?” You said, turning your head to look at him.

The elevator stopped at your destination, and you stepped out once the doors opened to the parking garage. You wasted no time grabbing your car keys from your bag, the heels of your shoes clicking on the floor. However, Wesker’s hand came flying from his side and grabbed your forearm, spinning you around and forcing you to face him. “You wanted to kiss me.” He didn’t sound like he was questioning your previous words, instead, it sounded like a fact. You didn’t respond immediately, eyes up on your reflection in his shades. Eventually, you gave him a tiny nod that answered him. “Why didn’t you do it, then?” He whispered to you, loosening his grip on your forearm and standing closer to you.

You bit your lip. “Didn’t know if you wanted to kiss me…too.” You told him in an equally quiet murmur, cheeks flushing with heat as you register your own words.

“Could’ve just asked me, dearest.”

Suddenly, he was leaning in, hovering his lips right over yours before finally kissing you. For a moment, you let him do it as you stood stiffly before tilting your head to the right and deepening the kiss. His hand moved from your forearm to your cheek, cupping it to keep you close.

It wasn’t full of teeth or tongue, it wasn’t even heated. Instead, it was a softness you had never experienced before. It was distinctly him, unsure of how to approach the kiss, but tender like how he handled you the day Dr. Maria spilled those chemicals on you. It wasn’t exactly full of warmth like one you’d share with a significant other, but it was like a first kiss. Special.

The kiss wasn’t long, but it felt long. In a good way, of course.

You were the one to pull away first, eyes opening back up to look at Wesker. You had nothing to say, and instead, let your eyes do the talking. Wesker cracked a smirk, giving your cheek a pinch. You yelped, hand coming up to rub the reddening spot as you watched him turn away from you and walk to his car. “Remind me to do that again, yes?” He said as he unlocked the car door. He gave you one last look, a hint of a smirk still on his lips, before getting into his car, starting the engine, and driving off after buckling his seatbelt.

You’d remind him in a heartbeat, come Monday after work.

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Bad Day, Worst Day.

Update: I’ve finally gotten the courage to rewrite my hot, flaming trash of a fanfic ("You're alright, I've got you") I posted so long ago because I’ve gained motivation to write again, so here's the better version.

TW: angst w/fluff???, (possibly cringe), Wesker is possibly a bit oc, Reader is an assistant scientist working for Wesker in Umbrella/pre-Resident Evil 1, GN!Reader, Reader has a fear of needles, some vulgar language (literally just shit and asshole).

Word Count: ~2.7k

Summary: Being late and getting scolded for it can make for a bad day, but when you add a little bit of sabotage from a jealous scientist with chemicals and a cold boss, it turns the day into something officially horrible. But lucky for you, you grow a little bit closer to Dr. Wesker in the process.

Pt. 2

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You woke up on time, 5:30 A.M. sharp, and showered a few minutes after getting up. Afterwards, you did your hair and got dressed. Your bag, shoes, and coat lay downstairs like usual. You made yourself something to eat, just so you wouldn’t starve for the next few hours. Before leaving your apartment, you brushed your teeth and quickly gathered your things.

Things were going well until traffic decided to do its job at a quarter to eight (7:45), but it was alright. You were still on time, just not as early as you would have liked to arrive at work. Parking a country mile from the building because you didn’t arrive early enough wasn’t as okay as the traffic. However, you weren’t late.

But then, the new security had wasted ten minutes at the entry of the underground labs by insisting “you had to show your proof of employment”. Not wanting to cause any trouble, you complied and dug out your ID and any possible items from your bag that said you worked at Umbrella. Now, realizing you were running late, you traversed the long and bleak corridors with haste. Finally, you arrived at your desk with a sigh, only to be fifteen minutes late, and Dr. Wesker was waiting a couple of feet away from you, sitting at his own desk. He didn’t look up from his research papers, too busy but not busy enough to give you a scolding for being late. And you didn’t dare to give him a snarky reply, your frustrations beginning to stack on top of one another.

It only slowly got worse. It wasn’t long until Dr. Wesker had ordered you to print files from the latest Tyrant experiment data. Without missing a beat, you went to the office room, which felt halfway across the building. Next thing you knew, the printer stopped working, as if wanting to worsen your day. You fixed it, thankfully (only after ten minutes of trying), and printed the test data pages. With a well-deserved exhale, you gathered the papers and made your long trip back to his office.

Making a turn to the right, only a few feet from his office, you suddenly collided with Dr. Maria and caused whatever she was holding to spill all over you. “Oh, my God! I am so sorry!” She quickly apologized, however, the emotions in her words didn’t reach her eyes. She didn’t feel sorry for shit.

You grimaced at the cold feeling of the liquid chemical coating your shirt and sleeves. You had just gotten that shirt, too.

"Thanks for the bath, Dr. Maria…" You said with a short sigh. You decided not to say another word, choosing to keep your peace.

"Please forgive me," She pleaded before walking off with the container that once had liquid in it. You failed to notice that papers, which had fallen out of your hands due to your collision, were now in hers.

You shook your head, glancing over your shoulder at the woman. You never quite liked her, having taken note of her frequent attempts to sabotage others (specifically you) whenever she had the chance. She’s always exhibited this type of behavior since you’ve been promoted to Dr. Wesker’s assistant. She was quite jealous (how stereotypical).

But at the sudden feeling of a burning sensation on your neck, face, and stomach, the chemical had seeped into your clothing, you rushed to the bathroom. Now standing in front of the bathroom mirror, you quickly took off the lab coat and tossed it in the contamination bin. Finally, having a clearer view of where your skin came in contact with the chemicals, you saw how irritated it had become. It was as if you were experiencing hives or a skin rash. Your shirt had to go too, and it was also tossed in the bin.

Whatever the chemicals were, it was obvious Dr. Maria had done this on purpose.

Running your hands under the faucet, you splashed water onto your face and used the soap and several pieces of paper towel to clean your skin the best you could. You only had five more minutes until you had to return to the lab.

The water was cold, and it helped slow the irritation of your skin, easing the burning sensation. However, the redness didn’t disappear immediately. You shook your head as you made a silent joke to yourself about how you looked like you were having an allergic reaction. You made use of the extra shirt and lab coat that were in the closet next to the sink. The shirt and coat were a few sizes too big, the shirt occasionally readjusting itself incorrectly on your shoulders. However, both articles of clothing had to do for the rest of the day.

With another sigh, you walked out of the bathroom and headed back to Dr. Wesker’s office. You hesitated in opening the door, trying to give yourself at least another moment to prepare for another scolding.

Eventually, you stepped back into the quiet space and glanced over at Dr. Wesker, who was going over files with his back turned to you.

Dr. Wesker was a handsome man, undeniably, even with the pair of sunglasses he wore constantly. Although he gave an air of unapproachable, he was ambitious and intelligent and always seemed to do every action meticulously and purposefully. This in itself was attractive. Or perhaps, it was his coldness, his ranking over you, that attracted you to him (or maybe it was just his face that was the most attractive thing).

"You're back," He said without looking, "I was wondering when you would get here." He finally looked up, and he didn't seem happy. Although he never seemed happy.

You swallowed, fingers adjusting the collar of the shirt for the third time. The darn thing kept moving. "I'm sorry, I had to take care of something… I promise it won't happen again, Dr. Wesker." You said, and he only sighed in response.

"Dr. Maria gave me the files… I recall assigning you to give them to me." He looked at you through the black shades, and you promptly cursed under your breath. You avoided his eyes, feeling his gaze on her face, watching your reaction as if you were another experiment.

That's what she did. She spilled the chemicals on you just to give him the files. She was petty, but smart; you had to give her that.

"I'm sorry, I–" But you quickly started to get an itch all over your body, and it distracted you from completing your sentence. "I… I knew I dropped them somewhere–" You started scratching at your neck and arms through the sleeves of your shirt and lab coat. By now, you figured that you looked like a dog frantically itching at fleas.

Dr. Wesker, who began to move towards you as he called your name, was concerned. Grabbing the spare latex gloves from his lab coat pockets, he put them on, and his eyebrow slightly twitched. "Come here." He ordered. You glanced up at him before moving closer cautiously, hands still scratching your body. Once closer, he guided your hands from your neck with his hands on your wrists as his eyes observed your skin. You felt hot under his gaze, like you were exposed despite being fully clothed. You felt comparable to a muse, standing in front of an artist as they concocted their next art piece.

"Come," He said, moving away and walking to the laboratory.

You quickly followed, trying to resist the urge to scratch at the skin that burned. Eventually, the sensation felt painful, with your red skin throbbing. Tears that were a mixture of the subconscious reaction to the painful reaction to the chemicals, but also your frustrations towards today’s events, began to fill your eyes. However, you blinked them away to prevent yourself from crying. He pointed to one of the lab beds for you to sit before shining a black light on the skin of your neck.

"Is it anywhere else?" He asked, and you felt his gaze on your face again.

"Yeah. My stomach and arms." You said with a shaky voice. Your fingers twitched, urging you to scratch at your skin once more.

He gestured for you to take off the lab coat and the shirt. You took off the coat, which he tossed in a bin. But when it came to your shirt, you hesitated, but with the weight of his expectant gaze, you pushed your shirt up. Wesker made no indication he was bothered by the sight of your stomach, simply touching the irritated skin of your stomach like a doctor would.

"Hmm…" He hummed. You hissed as the burn sensation flared, sending you to the brink of shedding tears. Usually, you wouldn’t cry this easily. Working under Dr. Wesker made you develop thick skin. However, after being late and scolded for being so and having an unknown liquid spilled all over you, your frustrations were bound to reach a boiling point. You closed your eyes, embarrassed about the very idea of crying in front of your boss, and in pain. You could hear him sigh as he rummaged around the room, searching for something. "I believe you have side effects from a poison ivy liquid." He said, somewhere around the room. "You're lucky, we have a solution to your problem…"

You slowly opened your eyes and immediately, your gaze landed on the small bottle and container in his hands. Wesker opened the container, now wearing a fresh pair of black latex gloves, he prepared a syringe. Anxiety rose at the sight of the needle. It was ironic that you took a job at a pharmaceutical company with a fear of needles. You swallowed nervously, eyes shifting from the syringe in his right hand and the pair of shades that kept the color of his eyes from you.

“Why a syringe?” You asked, trying to mask your fear. However, your flinch when he came closer was too obvious, and the little creases in between his brows softened just a little. “Afraid of a little needle?” He asked. You couldn’t tell if he was teasing you or not.

He gave another sigh. He placed the needle back down in the metal tray, his hands moving to unbutton the top of the big shirt. You kept your eyes on his hands, watching as his fingers slipped the collar off your left shoulder to expose the deltoid part of your arm. You refused to look too much in his gentle touch. "Relax. You’ll be fine." He said to try and ease you. He gently turned your head away from your left shoulder, knowing if you saw the needle again, you’d completely object against getting a shot.

Closing your eyes, you soon felt the prick of the needle on your shoulder. Once the syringe was empty, he removed the needle and discarded it in the sharps bin. A moment later, he placed a bandage where the needle had entered before rubbing your shoulder, gaze on your face as you tried to ignore the burning and itching sensation. However, minutes prior, without your acceptance, your tears had begun to fall, frustrations from the day pouring out. Uncharacteristically of him, he had begun to shush you, gloves off his hands, and thrown them in the trash as he wiped the tears from your cheeks. Surprisingly, his fingers were soft, like he had been using a hand lotion.

“Why the tears?” He asked quietly. He stiffened when you leaned forward, head resting just below his chin. But eventually, he wrapped his arms around you loosely. It was obvious he wasn’t touched often. You clung onto him, like how a child would to their mother. It was unprofessional to do that, but you didn't care anymore. And eventually, you explained everything to him, from the early morning traffic and hold up at the entrance of the underground laboratories to Maria spilling the God awful substance onto you. He stayed quiet, proving to himself to be a good listener.

And when you finally eased, the tears drying on your cheeks, he separated from you. He cleared his throat. “Don’t worry about Dr. Maria. No assistant of mine will be distracted from the work I give them, yes?” He said before he turned. You quickly redressed yourself, buttoning up the white shirt before getting off the bed. “Take the rest of the day off. I believe you…” He paused, looking over his shoulder at you. “Earned it.” If you hadn’t been staring at him for a moment, you wouldn’t have noticed the small quirk of the corner of his lips. And then, Dr. Wesker was out of the room, leaving you alone.

You best believe you took the chance of the day off. You treated yourself to a nice hot shower at home, scrubbing away the day (and the chemicals) off before spending time in your bed, watching TV shows you needed to catch up on as you ate dinner. The itching and burning had left hours ago, and now the redness had finally disappeared by the time you went to bed. After that day, things felt oddly uneventful. It wasn’t until a week later, you decided to confront Dr. Wesker.

“Did you do something to Dr. Maria?” You asked, standing in front of him with your arms crossed. He didn’t look up from his computer. A moment later, almost fifteen seconds later, he responded.

“What makes you believe I did something?” He asked a question of his own, fingers typing away quickly. Your eyes narrowed at the blond man.

“I haven’t seen her in a week, ever since she spilled those chemicals on me. It’s unlike her, she takes every opportunity to make my life hell.” You said. “And, last week, you told me not to worry about her.” You reminded him, shifting your weight from your left foot to your right.

He hummed. “Yes, I did. And yet, now you’re worrying about her.” He said, finally tilting his head up to look at you. He clasped his hands in front of him, the lid of the laptop folded at a forty-five-degree angle. His attention was finally on you now, it was what you wanted, yet it felt too much at the same time. You took a conscious breath. “Just admit you did something to her, Wesker.” You persisted, keeping your gaze locked on him. He sighed and leaned back in his chair, head tilting to the left.

“When I said no assistant of mine will be distracted from the work I give them, I meant it. Dr. Maria proved to be a distraction, and she needed to be removed.” Wesker said bluntly. Your brows furrowed in confusion. “Are you suggesting you fired her? Just for me?” You asked. You swallowed as he stood from his desk, making his way around the wooden furniture and standing tall in front of you. So close yet so far. There was at least a foot in between you both, yet, if you just moved half that distance, it would make the space seem like you were inches from his person.

“I wouldn’t say I was suggesting the idea that I fired her…” He muttered, gaze locked onto your eyes. Half of you wanted to look away from the sunglasses, another wanted to continue to hold his gaze for as long as you could. “I merely moved her to a different department where Dr. Maria is more useful.” He said plainly.

“You can’t just do that, Wesker–” You objected immediately. His left brow quirked.

“Why not? She proved to be a distraction to your work and a danger to your well-being.” You fell silent at this.

“Besides, I like you better when you’re not crying your eyes out because of some jealous woman.” He said before he suddenly turned, moving back to his seat at his desk. Slack-jawed and wide-eyed, you stared at him as he resumed his typing. But for a moment, you could’ve sworn his lips were curled in a satisfied smile.

Maybe, just maybe, your boss wasn’t a total aloof asshole.

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This man and the shower are married, I think?

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Omg your requests are open 🙏

Could I please request some breeding kink headcanons for some of the RE men? Chris, Leon, Wesker, Ethan and Karl? That would be awesome! Thank youuuu

Warnings: breeding, pregnancy, female reader, obviously unprotected sex.

Chris Redfield

Chris didn’t even realize he had a breeding kink. He stays so busy and is often so far away, he doesn’t see himself as necessarily being ‘father material.’

However, one day, he goes with you to a family function. There, he gets the rare chance to see you interacting with your small nieces/nephews/cousins and he imagines you with your children. Would you be as patient and loving as you are with the small kids in your family? 

Chris knows this isn’t a decision to make lightly, but he also is a man who acts a lot on passion and instinct. 

When he gets you home that night, he can’t stop thinking about putting a baby in you. 

You can’t do anything for the next few days without Chris pawing at you, kissing you everywhere he can reach, begging to cum inside you every time he can. 

Are you bending over to do laundry? Oh, now you have his bulge pressed against your ass! Are you lying in bed reading? Guess who is slowly peeling your pants off and pressing kisses on your inner thighs! 

Finally, he lets it slip. He has you bent into a mating press while he’s pounding into your soaked cunt with reckless abandon. 

“Let me put a baby in you,” he growls against your ear. 

Leon S. Kennedy

Leon has been on his own for a long time. He loves the idea of having a little family of his own, and he doesn’t hide it at all. 

Every time he’s fucking you, he is going to cum inside of you whether you’re on birth control or not. He just can’t imagine not spilling his load inside of your waiting walls. 

Leon will slip up and call you ‘mommy’. He says it sort of as a joke the first time, but then the name just fits you so well. He can’t resist telling you how much he wants to make you a mommy. 

He always keeps his cock sheathed inside of you after you’ve both finished to keep his cum plugged inside your little hole. 

If he goes soft he’ll just use his fingers to push his cum back inside and keep it inside. 

For all of his big talk, if you do end up pregnant he will panic a little bit deep down. His work is dangerous and has earned a lot of enemies for him. It might take him a while to let the news set in. 

Once you are pregnant and Leon comes to terms with the reality of parenthood, he becomes so protective. You will never be out of his sight, even if it’s just him tracking your location or calling in a favor to have an agent look after you while he’s away. 

All in all, he’s very happy to have bred you. 

Albert Wesker

As an Umbrella operative/double agent, Wesker didn’t have a breeding kink. He was constantly plotting for his gain and looking out for his skin. Being a parent would only complicate matters further and give him yet another piece to move on the chessboard. 

However, when he realizes the true potential he holds within himself, to dominate the world and rule as a god, something snaps within him. 

The need to carry on his superior genes and establish a legacy grows strong. 

He can’t breed with just anyone, however. He goes to painstaking lengths to find someone who has genes compatible with his own. Oh, and once he finds you he wastes no time making his way into your life. 

You’re his precious little lover, and he goes to any lengths to make sure you’re as smitten by him as he is with you. 

He gets off to the idea of knocking you up every single time you’re intimate. Even if you’re just giving him a blow job, he will bust as soon as he imagines breeding you. 

Not to worry though, because Wesker has stamina for days. He’ll wear you out with his libido. All the while he’s growling and grunting in your ear, making sure to tell you how much he loves breeding your little cunt. 

If you beg for him to cum inside of you, good fucking luck. He will go absolutely feral. 

Ethan Winters

It’s no secret that Ethan loves being a dad more than anything. He has so much love to give, and he is naturally doting on those he loves. 

That being said, with everything he’s been through it will take him some time after your relationship begins to think about having a family with you. It will first cross his mind when someone mentions how good you are with Rose. 

The thought sticks with him for a while, and then it morphs into the idea of having another baby…

Soon, he’s picturing you swollen and round with his baby growing inside of you. He can practically hear how sweet you’d be explaining to Rose that she’s going to be a big sister. 

He’s trembling with excitement when he brings up the idea of having a baby to you. If you agree, he is going to be hard immediately. 

Ethan doesn’t do anything half-assed. The man becomes OBSESSED with breeding you. 

He’s tracking cycles, he’s pulling all the positions that are the most effective for conceiving, and most of all he is fucking you every single time he gets the chance. 

Karl Heisenberg

Karl gets the idea to breed you for entirely selfish reasons if we’re being honest. 

When Alcina is allowed to create three daughters, he grows a bit jealous of that. Why does she get a family? Why does Donna get her stupid little doll? And when he learns of the possibility of having a strong, powerful child…Oh boy. 

He won’t exactly tell you his intentions. He just starts pumping thick loads of cum into you every chance he gets. 

One night he’ll let it slip, “I’m gonna put a baby in you.” 

He doesn’t really care if you want a baby or not, the idea of it just motivates him beyond anything else. He becomes insatiable, especially during a full moon. He’ll have you bent over every surface or folded into a mating press all night long. 

The problem with Karl though is he doesn’t actually consider the reality of having a kid. When you start showing signs of pregnancy, he kind of starts to panic. He might push you away a little bit, not fully wanting to take responsibility even though he wanted it so badly at first. 

However, when certain people begin questioning how you became pregnant his protective instincts will flare up. Then, he’ll never let you leave his sights.

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resident evil boys taking readers virginity 👁️👁️

Literally don’t care what boys you write for this prompt I just need Luis 🙏

I gotchu anon. Hope you like these 🥰 Warnings: smut, loss of virginity, oral sex

He wanted to make this night special since it was your first time, so he went above and beyond with the preparations. I'm talking about candles all over the place, rose petals in the bed, champagne, a good movie to relax, and good music to put you both in the mood. During the movie, he initiated everything. He just couldn't wait. He wanted you for so long that it started to hurt.

You'll start to feel his fingers tickling your skin, gently tugging your shirt and going under it. His hand went up to your bra, and there he cupped your breast, massaging it gently. The little sounds that you make while he is touching you are delightful to his ear. He turned his head to look at you, closed the gap between your bodies, and started to kiss you passionately, all while still giving attention to your breast.

He took off your clothes slowly, kissing and tasting every inch of your skin as he exposed you. It was like unwrapping a long-wanted gift, so he took his time.

"Mi alma, you are simply gorgeous," he said as he was looking at your naked body.

His kisses went from your neck to your breast, where he spent some time playing with them. He cupped them as he gave each nipple special treatment, and then moved on to your thighs.

As he kissed you down there, he began to moan as well. His tongue moved in circles around your bud, and over it, he made all sorts of movements just so he could keep hearing you puffing and moaning. You took a fistful of his hair, pressed his face closer to your core, and began to rub your hips all over his face. He was so close that you could feel the vibrations of his own moans. His beard also felt nice over your heated core.

When he inserted two fingers, your grip tightened on both hair and sheets. You rolled your eyes and hips, trying to get more friction.

When he felt you were wet, he stopped and removed his own boxers. Your eyes widdened at the sight of his cock, which was thick, long, and soaked at the top. You knew he was big from the moment you rubbed on him, but you were still surprised at the sight of it.

"Easy, love, I'll go slow. If it hurts, tell me, ok?" He said this as he came on top of you. He suppoerted himself on the elbows. He was looking into your eyes, his gaze so deep that it pierced through your soul. You felt him so close, and you gasped when you felt his tip breaking inside. It stings a little, and you breathe heavily. You dig your nails into his back.

He went slow, he never went with the full length because he wanted you to give you time to adjust. He also began to kiss you again, with the same passion, and he also kept whispering sweet, loving words to your ear. His romantic attitude helped with the pain, and after a few more thrusts, pleasure took its place. It began to feel good—so good that you told him it's fine to increase the pace.

You felt him close, he was listening to your indications, and he knew how to stimulate that spot inside you. Eventually, you felt a familiar pressure in your lower belly, and soon, you were milking him of everything that he had to offer.

He collapsed next to you, pulling you closer to his chest. His big thumb was running circles on your cheek, and the other arm was wrapped around your body. He kept asking if you were alright and if he had done something to hurt you. All these worries took hold of him, and he failed to see how much you enjoyed it, but you showed him when you climbed on top of him for round two.

When he knew that he would be the man to take your virginity, he was very pleased. In his eyes, you were just his property, a useful tool in his arsenal, but that didn't mean he wouldn't take care of you on your special night.

His lips felt like feathers on your skin. His hands moved gently along your curves, grooping the flesh when the kiss got intense.

"On your back," he said almost shyly. His tone was so sweet, so gentle, and so unusual for him.

His lips moved from yours and travled to your neck, giving you soft bites that won't leave marks. His hands moved to your breasts, cupping and massaging them gently.

"Albert," you whispered as he began to rub your nipples with his fingers.

He left your neck and descended further until he reached your breasts. All this time, his lips never left your body, constantly kissing your hot skin, and soon they found your nipples. His tongue twirled around them, going up and down until you were a complete mess down there. He kept on like that until you clearly grabbed his hips and urged him to give you some more friction between your legs.

"Albert, if you keep going like this, I'll cum," you desperately said.

He chuckled but didn't hurry up. He gave both of you nipples one more lazy, long lick before moving on.

"Bastard," you said under your breath.

He finally reached your core, and this is where he finally gives you the attention you want. Two of his fingers enter your hole slowly, as his tongue begins its usual activity on your clit. He moves in perfect rhythm, making you arch your back and call out his name.

You reach out hesitantly to his head, wanting to grab his hair. At first, you gently touched his golden locks, looking for a reaction. Seeing that there is none, you grab a fistful of his hair, but you don't pull hard. Still no reaction, and in fact, he added a third finger, making you gasp. That was the moment when you properly tightened your grip and pulled his hair properly—a moment in which he moans too.

"Are you enjoying this Wesker?" You teased.

"What do you think?" he asked as he pulled out and removed his pants. His cock was thick and long, and it was swollen. His tip was also pretty soaked.

He went on top of you, glued himself to your body, and pushed the first few inches into your cunt. He grunted instantly, as you were so tight. It took every ounce of self-control to not push his dick inside you in one thrust and fuck you sensless. You gasped for air as it began to sting. You dug your nails in his back, leaving small red marks.

Wesker went slow, so slow, and was paying attention to you the whole time. He began to kiss your neck again and also to praise you. You liked when he was being gentle with you, and the more affectionate he'd be, the less it would hurt. Little by little, kiss by kiss, the pain faded, and you began to feel good—so good that you urged him to go faster.

He knew how to rub that spot inside you, and you felt your orgasm approaching.

"Albert..." you started but were cut off instantly by him. He began kissing your lips again, very passionate and almost sloppy.

A few more thrusts, and your cunt was contracting hard around his cock. A few seconds after that, he came as well and filled you to the brim, feeling your belly expand a bit.

When he pulled out, all of that thick cum oozed out of your cunt.

What shocked you was how gentle and caring he was afterwards, but what shocked him more was how fast you climbed on top of him for round two.

He knew it was your first time, so he made sure to clear his schedule so you could get all of his attention.

When you arrived, he poured two glasses of wine and put your favourite movie. You were the one to initiate the foreplay, as you placed a hand on his thigh and squeezed hard enough to make him notice. You noticed how well-toned his leg was when he flexed under your touch.

Then, you moved your hand up until you reached his cock. Yeah, you were feeling brave, especially after those glasses of wine.

He split his legs and allowed you to toy with his growing erection. You felt your legs going weak as you kept massaging his big bulge. You kept thinking, "If he feels this big now, I wonder..." Your thoughts were cut short when you felt two fingers lift your chin. His big, blue eyes were looking at you, admiring your delicate features.

"You are doing great so far," he said with a smirk.

He pressed his lips on yours. The kiss was so gentle and sensual that you felt yourself getting soaked.

He began to undress you, taking time to admire your body. It was like unwrapping a gift.

As you were lying down with your legs spread, his fingers were busy rubbing your clit and his mouth was sucking on your tit. He loved the sweet, sweet sounds that you made, the little moans and puffs, and how you would say his name. You noticed how his cock would twitch every time you said his name.

"Leon..."

another twitch, but this time a small, white bead formed at the tip, which then dropped along the length.

His fingers were moving up and down your bud as his tongue was twirling around your nipple. You gasped when you felt two thick fingers entering you, but it didn't hurt. It felt so good to see how they'd come in and out, and he curled them to stimulate your spot so you could hear angels singing.

"I think you're ready," he said, and he came on top.

The first few thrusts stung a little and made you feel uncomfortable, but he went slow, very slow, so you have time to adjust. He was very careful with you all the time.

When the stinging sensation was fading and pleasure took its place, you told him to pick up the pace, the moment in which he came closer to your body, glueing himself to you, and buring his face at the crook of your neck. He caressed various portions of your flesh by kissing them and occasionally biting you gently. He loved when he was all over you like that, and that showed by how enthusiastic he trhusted his hips.

You dig your nails on his back, leaving small marks that would faint shortly. It was the first time when you felt this full, and as overhwelming as it was, you never wanted him to stop. He also knew how to stimulate that spot inside you, which made your toes curl and caused you to become louder and louder.

"Leon, I..." you said as you felt your orgasm approaching.

"I know, babe, I feel it too."

His cock was throbbing like crazy before entering you, but now it was pure torture, especially since you were so tight. When he felt your cunt contracting around his sore cock, he couldn't control himself anymore. It came instantly, filling you to the brim.

Leon collapsed near you and pulled you into a tight embrace. Between heavy breaths, he asked if you were alright. He was worried about you, and he was also worried if he did something to hurt you. However, his worries began to fade when you asked for a second round.

He wanted to make something special for you. This touch-looking man is actually a softie inside, so he made sure that everything was perfect for your first time. He got vanilla-scented candles, champagne, chocolate, and he even cooked.

You were the one to initiate the act as you began to caress his chest softly. His big arm was wrapped around your body, and he'd stand to mimic your movements. When you felt more courageous, you slid your hand underneath his shirt and started touching his torso, blushing when feeling his toned abs.

One thing led to another, and now Kauser was on top of you, kissing you very passionately. His hands were squeezing your breasts while his tongue was busy capturing yours. He was a good kisser, and he knew how to touch you. That was shown by your actions, as you kept moaning and rolling your hips underneath him, urging him to move on already.

He couldn't help himself and stopped by your breasts to give them a little attention, licking and sucking on those hard nipples. While his mouth was busy with one, the other would pinch and twist your sensitive part, making sure they both got the same appreciation.

"Jack..." you called him, hoping he would get the hint.

"I'm sorry, I got carried away."

He went between your legs and wasted no second. His tongue quickly found your clit and began to circle it relentlessly. He loved the sweet sounds that'd come out of your mouth as they persuaded him into toying with your little cunt all night.

He inserted some fingers inside you just so he could hear you getting louder. He curled them inside you, finding that spot and rubbing it fast enough to make you pant and grab the sheets.

It overwhelmed you already, but you were still a sucker for new sensations.

He came on top of you and glued himself to your body. You got a glimpse of his cock and got a little worried.

"Hey, everything will be fine," he said after noticing your expression. "I'm here all the way. Just tell me if it hurts, and I'll stop, ok?"

You nodded, closed your eyes, and took a deep breath. You felt his lips touching yours, and you wrapped your hands around his neck. The kiss was gentle, not so chaotic as early. It still didn't distract you from the sudden pain you felt when he inserted the first inches. A whelp came out of your lips, and he didn't push further. Instead of going at a slow pace, he kept kissing you, and he told you countless times how good you're doing.

Eventually, after all that praising and slow progress, you began to feel good and demanded he move a little faster.

He knew his ways, and he quickly managed to rub that spot inside you. His thick cock went in and out of your tight cunt at a normal pace now, making you both moan and call each other's names.

"Jack..." You felt your orgasm approaching, so you held tight. You wanted to feel him close, as these new sensations were very overwhelming.

"I know, babe," he said between grunts.

A few more thrusts, and you felt thick, hot shots of his cum filling you up. Calling his name, you let the orgasm wash over you. A white veil lowered over your eyes, your toes curled, and you held him tight. Your walls kept milking him until the very last drop.

He collapsed next to you and pulled you closer to his chest. Krauser kept praising you, saying how good you were and how well you took him. A few worries got to his mind, but they were soon cast aside once you climbed on top of him for round two.

Captain, my captain. This man is so responsible and overprotective, and when he found out that he would soon be the first man to ever take your virginity, he felt like he had such a huge task ahead of him.

He overdid himself with the preparations. He got some expensive wine, cleaned the apartments thoroughly, and prepared a nice playlist.

His touch was so gentle on your body. His hands slid up and down your curves as he kissed you so passionately. He pushed you on the bed and climbed on top of you, his beard tickling your skin.

He started with your neck, then lowered to your breasts, which he massaged the whole time. His fingers would relenttlessly go over your hard nipples, making you arch your hips and meet his erection. His bulge was big, and it made you wonder if he would fit inside.

His tongue circled your nipples a few times before descending again, leaving a trail of kisses on your hot skin. He reached your core, placed your legs over his big shoulders, and began to kiss you again on your lips. Then he parted them, revealing your clit and started sucking it.

Your moans made his cock twitch in his pants, and he felt himself getting soaked.

His tongue and fingers worked hard to make you ready, and when the time came, he removed his boxers and approached you.

"What if..." you began as you parted your legs.

"It will be alright, I'm here."

The first inches sting, and he went very, very slowly. He asked constantly how you were feeling and if you wanted him to stop, but you assured him you're fine.

His body was pressed tight against yours, his fuzzy chest tickling your skin. He was so warm and gentle, and you felt so safe between his big arms. Because you felt so safe with him, you started to enjoy it little by little until you moaned again. You wrapped your legs around his waist and urged him to go faster.

You were both moaning and panting. He was so delighted by how good your tight cunt felt, and your body went numb from how good he felt inside you. The more he rubbed that spot inside you, the faster the pressure in your lower abdomen increased.

"Chris..." you whispered faintly and hugged him tight.

"I know. I feel it too."

In a bit, you cunt kept contracting around his cock, milking him of everything he had to offer. He filled you to the brim, and when he pulled out, some of his semen oozed out.

He collapsed near you, pulling you close to his chest. He kept kissing you—your forehead, cheeks, and lips. Also, he asked you constantly if you were alright and if you enjoyed it. Chris was very concerned about you, but all of his worries faded when you climbed on top of him for round two.

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On a soft fluffy note where do you think the Sparda boys love to kiss their significant other ? 💋

oh, this is easy

dante likes to leave kisses on your neck and jawline, perhaps a miscalculation and he meant to land this kiss on your cheek, and you moved in the last second which caused his mouth to land elsewhere. and it's not even something he does consciously half the time, it's gotten so used to that being his spot he just automatically goes there and any part of the day you're around. just a dew second pop kiss, then he's back to doing whatever he was doing while you sigh over the scruff of his beard again.

vergil is the type to prefer his kisses to be on the inside of your wrist and atop your shoulders. delicate areas he's fond of and areas that are usually exposed to him he can easily reach, and it's no secret he's an undercover romantic so of course for more intimate areas. it's random when he does it too; just sitting next to him in silence and he lifted up your arm to place a kiss onto your wrist, or after you've just woken up you can feel the phantom lingering of his lips on your shoulder before he's moving about for the rest of his day.

and nero is so boyfriend material i can't think of anyone else that wouldn't prefer to leave kisses on your cheeks and forehead. simple areas, but it's nero's favorites considering he can smother you in them as he pleases and even lightly bite your cheek if he's feeling playful. and covered in oil from messing with the van, he's annoying when he comes in to kiss you on the cheek and laugh when you complain about the smudges he left on your face, or when he's leaving for another job as you see him off at the door, he places such a sweet kiss on your forehead that becomes his promise he'll come back to you as soon as he can.

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hi! i wanted to start this off by saying i love your writing, it's so wonderful!!! could i request the RE men on how they'd act on their wedding/eloping day w fem!reader please? fluff & nsfw are more than welcome :) thank you!!!

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୨୧ Warning: this post contains nsfw scenes.

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He wants to keep things intimate. While the idea of a big, extravagant wedding appeals to him, he values the thought of spending this special day just with you, where he can truly be himself. In private, he can express his love and admiration without holding back, showing you his soft and gentle side, away from the prying eyes of others.

This means he’ll make your elopement day unforgettable. He'll hire a priest to officiate your union, will book the most luxurious hotel, and he'll also prepare the itinerary for your honeymoon. He wants to spend an entire month with you, where you will be travelling, experiencing new things, and deepening your bond.

He'd spend weeks working on his vows. Don't get me wrong, he makes sure you know how much he loves you. Every day, even if it's a gesture or a small action, by the time you go to sleep, you need to know that you are being worshipped and loved.

His heart will fill with joy, and his eyes will sparkle with pride as he sees you in that white dress. All he can think of is how lovely and elegant you look, and also how beautiful it will look on the floor when you get to your room.

He'd start off slowly, gentle, wanting to take his time with you. He will place kisses all over your body, starting with your lips and neck, going all the way down between your legs. His tongue will move relentlessly over and around your clit, his fingers curling and twisting inside you, pulling out some delicious moans out of you—those kinds that make his shaft twitch.

He will press his body over yours, looking for closure, as he pushes his cock inside of you. You wrap your arms and legs around him, keeping him tight in your embrace. As he keeps stretching you, he kisses your neck and whispers praises in your ear about how well you take him and how good your pussy feels.

He cums inside you multiple times that night, filling you up to the brim. He yearns that one day he can see your belly full with his kids. He doesn't care about the gender; all he wants are a lot of healthy little ones. You can imagine the excitement when you showed him the positive pregnancy test.

He wants an elopement day because he never knows when he'll have to hop on his next mission. So, after you said "yes," he bought two plane tickets to a country with the fastest departure date available.

Before leaving, he helped you out with the list of things that needed to be done, and luckily everything went incredibly smoothly, as if this holy union was meant to happen.

Even if the ceremony was quicker than expected, you managed to feel the magic of the moment, the suspense and emotions after saying "I do," the overwhelming joy while reciting and hearing each other's vows, and the tingling and burning love of the kiss that bound your souls. Even if his life is full of uncertainties, he is happy to know that you are one constant in his life.

After that, you spent the whole day walking around the city. An elderly couple saw your formal attire, and they were so confused after they heard you just got married, but they were so adorable in their uncertainty. "Why do you mean you got married? Just like that? Where are the guests? Where did you hold the ceremony?" They were very open-minded about it, and they began sharing their wedding day.

After that, you ate at a local restaurant. Again, nothing fancy, something you both liked that had a good view and good food.

The hotel was nice too, but none of you got a chance to admire it as you were too drunk and too over each other. Until you reach your room, both of you engaged in a hot make-out session.

Leon undresses you quickly. The cold air didn't have a chance to tickle your hot skin as Leon was fast to roll over you. Skin pressed on skin tightly, he kept whispering a lot of sweet praises that just trickled over your fevered heart, as they felt so much more intense than would normally say them. His lips felt like feathers on your skin, and they couldn't stop as your melodic moans kept fuelling the burning desire he had for you.

He helped you position yourself on top of him and gasped for air as your warm cunt began to engulf his cock. The warm walls kept contracting around him as you went up and down, and your hips didn't take a single break from moving as Leon felt so good inside of you. His curved shaft kept rubbing that spot inside you, and desperate moans kept escaping your mouth as you felt your orgasm coming, each more melodic and louder than the other. You rested your hand on his chest as your legs became tired, but Leon's powerful grip on your hips helped you keep the pace.

Your legs began shaking, and you collapsed on top of him, feeling that pressure fading from your belly. Your pussy contracted around him, beginning to milk him as soon as he came. You could hear his sobs, his sweet and pathetic ones, as he released a couple of hot, thick spurts inside you.

He kept watching his wife with an adoring gaze for the rest of the night and only fell asleep when the first rays of the sun pierced the sky.

He wants an elopement day with a few guests and a small reception. Even if the idea of a secret wedding day pierced his mind, he decided that it's best to spend this important day with those who are closest to you.

Luis often compliments you, his lips being nothing more than a music stave on which words flow, creating an anthem dedicated to your beauty. He is the type of man to cherish everything about you.

He chose a cabin in the woods because he wanted to give you the fairytale wedding you dreamt of. It's very intimate and very secluded from the outside world. The whole evening felt like you were in a bubble stuck in time. Neither of you felt how the time passed; you were too preoccupied to consume and cherish this special moment. His eyes followed you all day, admiration and desire growing with each passing minute.

Since he was very eager to be alone with you, he carried you with a smirk to your room.

"God, I wanted you all night," he'd whisper in a sweet tone as he'd lay you on the bed. "The way this dress fit on your body…" His hands did most of the talking for him, as they moved so gently yet firmly to take off your dress. He took his time with you, wanting to savour every inch of your body. When he pushed the dress past your boobs, he couldn't resist and stopped to give them some attention. Those beautiful hard nipples were just so beautiful that he had to suck them for a brief moment. You began to moan instantly as you felt his skilled tongue going in circles around the sensitive buds, and you grabbed his hair in a firm grip just how he liked it.

"I can't have enough of you…" he said between moans.

"Me neither…undress me, please." You sobbed as you pushed his head down, urging him to continue. Your mouth watered at the simple thought of his cock going inside you. You wanted him so, so bad that it hurt. You could see his chest rising and falling, showing how heavily he was breathing. He was burning up with desire and passion.

He slid the dress across your body with one smooth move and tossed it on the floor. After that, he quickly got rid of his own clothes, and when you noticed his swollen, red cock, your whole body shivered.

He quickly jumped on top of you, and soon he pushed the first inches in your pussy, stretching you nice and easy given how wet you were.

"It's like you were made for me…." he whined, his mind being clouded by euphoria.

Luis kept increasing his pace, being driven by his own arousal and by your delightful moans. Your cunt was so intoxicating for him, as it clouded his judgement, removing every ounce of self-control and making him act on pure instinct, and his instinct at that time was to bury himself inside you over and over and over until he had consumed everything, and then start again.

He kept rubbing that spot inside of you, increasing the pressure in your abdomen until you felt like bursting. Eventually, the orgasm hit you hard, and it hit him too. He filled you up to the brim, hot, thick spurts of his cum flowing inside you.

He watched you the whole night, not wanting to close his eyes because he wanted to remember your beautiful, sleeping face. Eventually, the fatigue was stronger, and he fell asleep, dreaming of your future.

Surprisingly, he wants a wedding day. After everything he'd been through, he wants something beautiful, something bright, something to remind him that this world is worth living in. Besides, he knew how much you wanted a big wedding, so he wants to comply and satisfy every wish that you have.

Krauser also has a bit of an ego that needs to be satisfied, and this wedding is perfect for that. Every detail will stand out, from the reception to your dress. He was fully involved in planning everything, completely committed to you every step of the way.

Everything was well organised and planned by the second, just as he likes. His heart was filled with joy and pride when heads turned to admire you as you walked down the aisle. He was very handsome too, but you took the spotlight, and he couldn't be more happy. Holding your hands, looking into your eyes, and saying "I do," these moments will be imprinted in his brain, and this feeling will live in his heart until the day he will die.

Having arrived in the room, his hands immediately glued themselves to your body. He barely contained himself all night. Slight touches here and there, under the table, on the dance floor, a small make-out session in the wardrobe—he was boiling up with desire and need.

"You are gorgeous, so, so gorgeous," he said amidst the kiss. A lot of tension was between you that needed to be released.

Krauser managed to take off your pompous dress in a skilled way, leaving you bare. Once he saw your naked body, his mind was clouded at once with an urging need to fuck you senseless, so he picked you up and threw you on the soft mattress.

He was insatiable. His tongue kept drawing circles around your swollen clit over and over, and his fingers would fuck you relentlessly until his whole hand was soaked. His cock was throbbing in his pants more frequently as your moans increased in volume.

"You taste delicious, honey," he said between his own moans.

"I know…now can you please fuck me?" You sobbed, being more and more desperate for his cock, and it's normal considering how much he teased you in the evening.

"How can I say no to you, my love?" he said as he stood up, one hand on your face and the other working to remove his pants. "God, you are so beautiful." His big thumb was running over your cheek; his gaze was full of admiration.

He gave you what you wanted, and he made sure that you'd cry out his name on each and every thrust. His cock massaged that spot inside you so well that it made you curl your toes immediately. You hugged him tight because your emotions were all over the place.

Eventually, your orgasm hit you hard, causing your body to tremble a bit. Krauser made sure to empty his load inside you, and that was so easy considering how your wear cunt kept milking him.

After that, he took care of you. He helped you get ready for bed; he ordered some food and put on a good movie. Of course that you went a couple more rounds after and eventually fell asleep exhausted.