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phonkscribes · 2 years ago

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write a fic where Wesker somehow (you don't even have to explain it I just want you to write it because I love your writing.) Gets stepped on lol

Can do, Anon :) !

Minors DNI.

It's the first time you're able to meet him in person, finally where he's no longer able to hide behind the vessel. Anger pools in your fiery irises as he looks up with shock across his features. Did he not expect this day to come? Did he not pray and wish for it every night, day after day when the world would reset and their progress came undone. Your hand finds his throat, feeling press flush against your blackened hand. The virus manifests through the epidermis of your skin, forming jagged teeth that start to sink into the pitiful mortal's neck. He can only make a choked noise, something short of a gasp and a moan.

"It hurts, doesn't it?", you coo, your lips twisting upwards into a big grin. "I finally have you, right where I want you"

You chuckle in that strained tone of yours, because as much as you want him to suffer for putting you through a never ending loop, he is weak and will break easy. He hasn't the herbs or sprays to heal himself, nor his infuriating little partner to get in your way to try and stop you. His hands circle around your wrist, looking into your eyes with something other than fear. You grimace. On his face, there is not that of dread, nor sadness. Behind those sun glasses, he's quite happy, nervously grinning from ear to ear as you hold him tightly. That's when you remembered the reason why he kept coming back through the vessel. It's always to see you, it's always been to see you.

Disgust infiltrates your mind as you toss him to the floor, watching as he falls onto his back, propping himself on his elbows as he struggles to find words to say. He hadn't ever thought that this day would come, should it come at all. How he was even here boggled his own bright mind, and quickly as he began to stammer did he realize how excited he'd become. He couldn't quite think, believing it to be a dream of sorts, but your hand on his body had been very real. The warmth of your claw around his throat was true, and so was the little droplets of blood that formed when you'd thrown him.

"It's your lucky day, worm", you regard him, turning your attention to his pitiful form on the ground when you notice the certain tent in his pants.

"I-... You don't mean to kill me do you?", it felt like such a foolish thing to ask, his face burning from embarrassment as he moves to sit up.

If he's going to face you, he's going to do so with dignity. Although, you quite preferred him the way he was before.

"And if I did? Would you beg me for your life?"

"I would thank you!", he blurts out.

Such devotion, such worship...

You can feel something in your chest throb, that smile of yours creeping across your face as you look down upon him. You chuckle, a hand coming to cover your face as it erupts into a fit of laughter. You throw your head back, your shoulders bouncing as you shake your head in your own disbelief. Good answer. Your heels click against the ground as you loom over him, the sole of your boot lifting and resting upon his chest before you send him back to the ground. He grunts from the force, nearly having the wind knocked out of him as he gasps in discomfort. As he tries to look up, you bring your foot down to his crotch.

He shivers at your touch, going silent as his gaze travels up your leg and then to your face. He's so happy he could cry, but to cry in front of you would be--

"Is this what you want?", you ask, grinding against his erection as you watch him.

"Wh- nn.. No- I--", You press your toe against him, folding your arms as you glare.

"Do not lie", you tease, stroking him with your foot.

He sucks in a breath through his mouth as his eyes fall back down to your heel, drawing delicious friction as he balls his hands up into fists at his sides. How pathetic... but it only makes you want torment him more. You want to see him cry, tears streaking down those pale cheeks made rosey from the shame of cumming just by touch alone. When you stop, he groans, as if in pain. Those sky blue eyes glance up at you with want as you tilt your head.

"If you don't want this, I'll kill you and be rid of you now. Don't waste my time", you growl, smile replaced with a stern scowl. After a moment, he responds.

"I... want... I want this", he pleads.

It's so delightful to hear, and you resume stepping on him, since he wanted this after all. Wesker loses himself to the feeling, panting as you massage his cock. It must hurt with how hard he is, knowing that it's straining against the fabric of his pants. You remove your foot, and tell him to free himself. Like an obedient dog, he unbuckles his belt and slides his pants down low enough to reveal his throbbing dick. A bead of pre sits at his tip as you muse to yourself. You lift your foot again, bringing it up to his face expectantly.

He begins to kiss it. Wesker's soft lips caress the leather of your sole, tears welling up in his eyes but he does not move to touch himself. You're quite surprised by how obedient he is, his will strong enough to not want to disappoint you or to have you chastise him. It's adorable, which is something you shall gladly take advantage of. Your heel finds itself back to his dick, stroking it a bit faster as you look into his eyes. He moans like such a little whore, and just from your foot alone. What noises might he make if it were your hands, or even your mouth?

If you keep up your pace like this, he'll cum. You can tell from the sound of his hoarse breathing as he starts to close his eyes, expecting that white release to overtake him. But you are cruel to deny it. Your foot falls back to the ground, resting as you stare with indifference. He opens his eyes to furrow his brows, as if he's been caught doing something wrong. He parts his mouth to ask, but you silence him with the quick raise of your hand.

"You're forgetting something dearheart", you smile, looking gentle as you loom over him.

"When you want something, you ought to use that pretty little mouth of yours. What is it that you want?"

So angelic is your voice to him, that he cannot be frustrated with him when you ask this of him. He knows the answer, but to beg for it again? Please, he'd never felt so pathetic before in his whole life. It was bad enough that he loved it. He loved the way you talked down to him, he loved how you had every opportunity to kill him as you'd done time and time again in your game. His cock ached so badly he might've cried out from the denial.

"[Y/N]... please... please let me cum", he whined, going to clutch at his shirt as he slowly rolled his hips. Just a little more. He needed just a little more.

Your laugh alone was nearly enough to do it, and he has to clench his jaw from becoming undone for a little longer. You spit on Wesker's cock, smearing it up and down his shaft with your boot as you get back to it. He whimpers, bucking his hips up and into you as he cries out. His moan catching in his throat as he growls, breathy as he throws his head back. His semen coats his stomach in white, ruining the blue button up he'd worn.

A bit of it gets on your shoe, but you could wipe that off on the ground. You watch as he brings his head back up, panting as his erection jumps with life. He's spent, but that shouldn't matter.

"Now that you've been satisfied, it's time for you to do something that satisfies me. I'll find something for you, yet", as his eyes fall close, the last thing he hears is your sinister chuckle loud against his ears.

When he wakes up, he's in his bed, alarm clock buzzing loudly with a moist sensation between his legs. He lays in a cold sweat, the annoying ringtone filling the morning silence as he cannot wait to spring to his desktop.

#phonk scribes #nightlyscribes #your letter has been received #minors dni #mdni #albert wesker x reader #loser wesker au #evil resident reader #dom reader #begging #stepping #lemon #gender neutral reader #x reader #[ there was stepping and bootlicking ]#[ hope you enjoyed anon ! ]

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anomaly-hivemind · 2 months ago

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Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Our Lineup for this year's Kinktober, if you'd like to be tagged for a certain story please say so down below by specifying what story/stories. of if you have any questions!

Week One

Day One ☆ Permanent | Vaginal Fingering with Tattoo Artist! Trafalgar D. Water Law

Day Two ☆ A Taste of Fire | Predator/Prey with Dragon! Rengoku Kyojuro

Day Three ☆ Kiss Me <3 | Anal Sex with Deadpool x Wolverine

Day Four ☆ Forever and Always, My Dear | Kidnapping with Overhaul

Day Five ☆ Beep Boop | Robots with Ken Sato

Day Six ☆ The Heat Note | A/B/O Fuck or Die with Light Yagami x L Lawliet x Misa Amane

Day Seven ☆ More than Seven Minutes | Mutual Masterbation with Eren Jaeger

Week Two

Day Eight ☆ An Apple a Day | Medical Malpractice with Incubi/Succubi

Day Nine ☆ Whore Convention | Free Use with Ghostface, Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Pennywise, Jeepers Creepers, Slenderman, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Albert Wesker, and Pyramid Head

Day Ten ☆ Keep Quiet! | Public Sex and Accidental Stimulation with Sae Itoshi

Day Eleven ☆ Bloody Petals | Blood Kink with Fem. Vampire OC

Day Twelve ☆ I Need to Know | Body Worship with Scientist! Laios Touden

Day Thirteen ☆ The Monster in the Garden | Overstimulation with Sukuna x Cinderella

Day Fourteen ☆ Dive In | Mating with Merman! Gojo Satoru

Week Three

Day Fifteen ☆ Infected | Sex Pollen with The Last of Us Zombie

Day Sixteen ☆ Under and Over | Size kink with Monster under the the bed! Muriel [The Arcana]

Day Seventeen ☆ Weep for Me | Dacryphilia with Weeping Angel! Tsukasa Shishio

Day Eighteen ☆ Whose Better | Spitroasting with Gang Orca x Reader x Shishido

Day Nineteen ☆ Containment Failed | Mind Control with SCP-49 and SCP-35

Day Twenty ☆ Be Mine? | Breeding with Werewolf! All Might

Day Twenty-One ☆ Money for Muff | Fantasy Sugar Daddy with Dragon! Crocodile

Week Four

Day Twenty-Two ☆ Love Me Lonely | Dry Humping with Frankenstein Monster! Tomura Shigaraki

Day Twenty-Three ☆ Let me Help You | Savior Complex and Coersion with Albedo [Overlord]

Day Twenty-Four ☆ Behind You | Car Sex with Ghostface

Day Twenty-Five ☆ Tangled Up | Double Penetration with Naga OC

Day Twenty-Six ☆ High and Mighty | Chastity with Sub! Elf Vinsmoke Sanji

Day Twenty-Seven ☆ Knightly Presence | Edging with Demon Bruce Wayne

Day Twenty-Eight ☆ Delulu is the Solulu | Vouyerism with Gyutaro

Week Five

Day Twenty-Nine ☆ Caught | Bondage with Spider! Choso

Day Thirty ☆ Beg For Me | Begging with Dom! Goddess Nico Robin

Day Thirty-One ☆ My Light | Cryptidfucking with the Mothman

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nekrosdolly · 11 months ago

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boyfriend's dad wesker hcs (18+)

you're sweet and kind, and your boyfriend's dad is... not.

a/n; reader is in their 20's/in college with wesker's kid, jake. wesker is a good dad just not here though! reader is dating jake muller-wesker. albert is a major perv here guys sorry. based on re5 wesker -`♡´-

cw; afab!reader, dom!wesker, lowkey size kink, nonconsensual recording, wesker being a creep, major age gap (12+ years), mentions of smoking and drinking, stalking, breadcrumbing as a manipulation tactic, eventual sex (clit stimulation, fingering, p in v, unsafe sex, cumplay, creampie), dubcon, cheating, grooming (technically), praise and degradation, slight daddy kink (if u squint),

petnames (reader received); dear, darling, sweet girl, dolly

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who has never cared for anyone younger than him, let alone someone as young as his son.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who takes interest in you after his darling son, Jake, brings you home in a hurry to get to bed. he's working in the living room, waiting for his son to come home.

he's not surprised to see his son rush through the front door, but he is, however, surprised to see he brought someone home. he moves his laptop from his lap to stand up and introduce himself the moment he notices you're there. the look on your face is one he's seen before- desire and the unmistakable reddened scleras from smoking weed, all directed at his dopehead son.

"jacob-"

"later, dad." jake rushes you to the basement, where his room is, and you're gone in an instant. it's clear you're just as high as your little boyfriend, gone off a blunt and some vodka. for some reason, that irks him.

he walks over to jacob's door and leans against it, ready to knock with his knuckles just an inch from the door when he hears something come from you. a moan, then a hushed whisper from jacob telling you to be quiet, and another, softer moan from you.

so maybe his face goes red and he sits there for a moment, focused on the way you sound and how loud you get when you cum. he's just as quiet as he was when he approached his son's room while walking away, forgoing his work and retreating upstairs to fist his half-hard cock.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who has a knowing look on his face the next morning, up early as hell just to catch you sneaking out of the house because your dumb boyfriend's still asleep. who's sitting on the couch and sees you looking a little rough, hickies covering your neck and your clothes messed up from your rush to get them on. you're a hungover wreck.

"good morning," his voice startles you, of course it does. you hadn't even noticed him, a residual high from smoking so much weed the night prior making your mind foggy. instead of running, like you want to, you approach the couch, your nerves aflame. why does he look so smug?

"mr. wesker, i-i'm so sorry about last night, it was so rude of me to not introduce myself…" you're blushing. you're intimidated by him and he loves that. he gives you a charming smile and reassures you that it's alright, dear, just hurry to class. he sends you on your way with a pat on your lower back.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who asks his son about you later. jake tells him all about you, just as wesker was hoping. while jake is in class, he installs cameras in the house- invisible to the naked eye, of course. he'd hate for you to feel surveillanced and scare you off.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who tells jake he's working late tonight as an excuse to sit in the parking lot of an abandoned building and watch the cameras from his phone. he pays special attention to the one he angled at the couch as he palms himself to the video feed of you, so cutely sitting there and talking with his son. he doesn't even have to try to spend time alone with you because you're always at his place, anyway.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who adores it when you blush from something he said or did, who wants you all to himself, his son be damned. he compliments your outfits, your hair, your perfume (how can he smell that when you're three feet away?) when your boyfriend isn't around. he'll brush a hand through your hair and murmur something about how soft it is, leaving you red in the face when your boyfriend comes back.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who knows it's wrong to want you and doesn't care. he loves the way you give your full attention to him when he's talking, how you pretend that you don't see the looks he gives you, or that you're not affected by the subtle touches and unspoken promises of more. a hand on the small of your back as he passes you, one on the back of your neck as he gives you a tour of the home- something his son neglected to do- his gaze lingering too long on the curve of your throat and waist, his imagination running wild.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who finds a pair of your panties in the wash, presumably forgotten, and takes them for himself. uses them to get off, his tongue on the gusset as he imagines your taste and how you'd clench around him when you cum.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who tells you that his son isn't good enough for you. who plants seeds of doubt in your head and waters them religiously. you're too oblivious to notice what he's doing, because mr. wesker is so nice, he would never do that to your relationship, right? who tells you that an older man would treat you right, much better than his stupid son.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who waits for you to get into a fight with his son about something so he can comfort you after his son storms out of the house, leaving you crying in his bedroom. you don't know what to do, don't know who to turn to, and like an angel, he's there for you. he pulls you into his lap and lets you cry it out, rubbing your back the whole time and whispering sweet nothings in his ear that leave you confused and in need of more comfort, because why does your boyfriend's dad make you feel better than your boyfriend ever has?

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who loves the way you wrap your arms around his neck, and in your vulnerability, trust him with your life. you're putty in his strong arms, his hold secure enough to make you feel safe. he knows you don't mind when one of his hands moves to your thigh, kneading softly to get your blood running south. he feels your face heat up, your hips shifting slightly to mute the gentle throb of your clit. as if you could get away with such a subtle thing like trying to hide your arousal.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who gently forces your thighs to part to accompany his hand. who's been anticipating this, the way you moan into his neck as he thumbs your clit through your panties. how you press into his hand when he slips two fingers in after moving your panties to the side. the way your hands grab at his shirt, your fists clenched around the fabric like you'd die if you let go of him.

"that's my good girl, taking my fingers so well. i know, i know, this is just what you needed, right darling? your legs spread so nice for your boyfriend's daddy." he croons, his lips just centimeters from your ear. the fanning of his breath against your neck, his long fingers in your cunt and the noises they draw out of you- utterly sinful. you know it's wrong, but just thinking about your boyfriend coming home to this sight has your cunt squeezing and aching for more. he knows you want it just as bad as he does, the way you're gripping his fingers like they're his cock. you're close already and he wonders just how long it's been since you've been fucked properly.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who kisses you to keep you from whining when he pulls his fingers out of you to undo his belt and pull his cock out from its cloth confines. who hisses slightly when you stroke him, slightly inexperienced but for him, you're willing to learn. who's so encouraging, holding your hips as you pierce yourself on his cock with little pushback. whose tip nails your cervix and he's not even fully inside. who's fine with that because as much as he wants this, he doesn't want to hurt you. who guides your hips in the way he knows you enjoy, because he's watched your boyfriend move you the same way.

"just like that, dolly. your cunt feels perfect, gotta ruin it for everyone else, don't i? mold it to my cock so you can't cum any other way. you'd like that, right sweet girl?" his nails dig into the meat of your hips, bouncing you at a steady pace. you nod dumbly, the pleasure melting your brain into nothingness. you could get addicted.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who doesn't pull out to cum. he keeps you brainless on his dick, forcing an orgasm out of you as he rubs that spongy spot inside of you. he grins when you moan his name as the pleasure comes crashing through you, your nails digging into his shoulders. he loves that sound.

"t-too much- fuck- please-" you whine, burying your face in his shoulder as he holds your hips steady, thrusting up into you with an unforseen vigor. he's not stopping until you're full of his cum, maybe even crying a little.

"quiet, darling. i'm only doing what's best for you." he hisses, his hips stuttering with stifled groan. you moan in unison, his thick, sticky seed spilling in you, but he doesn't stop fucking you.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker who fucks his load so deep inside of you, you're worried it might actually take. who strokes your hair as you remain on his lap, recovering when he's satisfied with himself.

"you're not going to tell my son about this, are you darling?" he runs his fingers through your hair until you're alright to sit up.

"no."

"good girl. come here." he kisses you again, sweeter this time, but you get the feeling that he's never going to let you go.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who refuses to let you out of his grasp, even if you break up with jake. you're not escaping him that easily.

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lilmoonbunny · 11 months ago

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Chris Redfield relationship headcanons

NSFW below the cut <3

Whilst Chris may seem like he’s not interested initially, he absolutely is. He’s so used to hiding his feelings and emotions that the thought of actually expressing them scares the hell out of him.

He’s scared of commitment, but he’s trying his best, please just be patient with him. He feels bad for it, but he can’t help it.

He wants to give you all the love in the world, he just needs time to learn that it’s all right to do so and that it doesn’t make him weak.

Worries that expressing his love for you will make you a target.

Hates leaving you in the morning for work, especially when he doesn’t know if he’ll make it back to you in one piece.

Refuses to let you out of bed for at least twenty minutes when you both wake up. Will force you to stay with him and cuddle him once he’s more comfortable and ready for affection. Physically will not let you go until he’s satisfied.

Loves to kiss you, even if it’s just on the forehead.

Will have his hand around your waist rather than hold your hand.

He isn’t good with words, but he does try his best, even if it does come out wrong sometimes.

Needs you to get along with Claire. She’s the only family that he has left and it’s a dealbreaker if she doesn’t like you/ you don’t like her.

Rarely gets jealous, he’s more protective than jealous. If he’s in a relationship with you, he trusts you 110%, but he doesn’t trust others.

Is really protective of you. He knows what goes on in the world, he’s seen it first hand, and he’ll be damned if he lets anything bad happen to you. Definitely makes sure Wesker knows nothing about your relationship if it happened after his betrayal.

Treats you like you’re a doll who would break at the slightest touch. He knows his strength and never wants to hurt you. It can actually be quite annoying how gentle he is with you sometimes.

Loves when you bring him lunch at work. Will forget it on purpose just so you’ll bring him it.

Always makes you a drink when he makes himself one.

Wants to cook for you but he isn’t the best…

Sleeps with his arm over you. He has to be touching you to actually sleep.

Light sleeper who has nightmares, which are often about losing you, and will panic if you’re not there when he wakes up.

Will not let you smoke. Ever.

Does have trust issues, but he trusts you with his whole heart. Please don’t break that trust.

NSFW:

Will top/dom you but actually has no problem being a sub. He actually quite likes it.

Will not bring knives or guns into the bedroom. He hates bringing work home as it is, so he especially won’t bring it into the bedroom.

Huge size kink. He knows how big he is and uses it to his advantage.

Will mark you if you ask/if he does get jealous but it likely won’t be somewhere others can see. Sees sex as your own personal business and doesn’t want others to see anything like that on you. Actually worries about others thinking about you sexually, but he’ll never admit it.

Loves phone sex. He’s away a lot and just wants to hear your voice, even if it’s just a normal call.

Likes to pin your wrists above you; he just loves how you look up at him when he does.

Loves giving head more than receiving. His main priority is making you feel good. He gets off on you getting off.

Loves making out with you, and it will almost always lead to sex, especially if you’re sat on his lap.

Wants you to ride his thigh, he could cum from just watching you do so. Chris will guide you and help you if you get tired and does the leg bounce. Really enjoys it.

Needs to hear you moan, he adores the sounds you make almost as much as he adores you.

Just a sweetheart deep down who will love you forever.

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nsfw-lone-wolf-nergiganos · 2 years ago

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Principal Dom! Albert Wesker X Teacher Sub! Male Reader Modern AU Nsfw Headcanons

Warnings: anal penetration, degrading kinks, jealousy, neck biting, and usages of vibrators

Wesker is a very scary principal, no one, not even the teachers wanted to get on his bad side. However, when it comes to you, he tends to go easy on you, unless you decide to be a little slut of course

You two have been together for a long time, long before Wesker took the role of becoming a principal. Your peers weren't aware that you were in a relationship with him, and you tend to keep it that way

Wesker gets very possessive whenever he sees you talking to your peers, and when you are alone, he would pound you mercilessly and call you names like slut or whore. Good thing your friends aren't there to see you get pounded by the most scariest principal on earth, right?

Wesker would also bite your neck so hard that you would always hide it from the public eye, which was easy for you to do. But due to him pounding the brains out of you, you have to limp your way to work early to avoid the humiliation

If you think that's enough, Wesker would force you to go to school with a vibrator in your butt. This causes you to teach throughout the entire day without moaning like a slut. Of course it was difficult for you, but you would always enjoy it

To others, Wesker is just a terrifying principal no one wants to come across. But to you, he is your master, and you are his plaything

A/N: I'm currently at school now, and I thought about writing this, hahaha 😅. Hope you all enjoyed it.

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nshtn · 9 days ago

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Doctor Wesker has run plenty of experiments on his patients for the sake of science. You, once his patient and now his charge, are caught in the maelstrom of an intense obsession and Progenitor's effect on his finer palate of emotions.

The latest experiment is just how far he can take you when he calculates your interests and collaborates your desires.

You're such a good, good subject, prime for research, aren't you?

1.9k, tags: medical - medplay;gloves;labcoat;dubious science experiments;medsker - xreader oneshot;crack, nsft - blood;biting/marking;dom wesker sub reader;edging;facefucking;light sadomasochism;overstim;praise;restraints, PWP/gn reader. i think im ovulating help

You moan, arching pathetically as Wesker’s tongue licks an experimental stripe across your sex. You’re tied and leaking onto his tongue, humiliated by your eager reaction after so many months without stimulation. It had taken so little to get you to this state.

Wesker found you such a fascinating subject. He knew you were attracted to him – he knew the way your gaze dragged down his features when you thought he wasn’t looking, how you’d privately admire his body when his eyes swept with preoccupation across paperwork. You’d flexed your fingers when they wrapped around his forearm when he helped you up days ago. You averted your gaze when his face was too close to yours when you’d nearly bumped into him, once, and he smelled the tide of your pheromones wash over him.

He could read you like a book, but could he draw the prize of your ultimate affections across his face?

It had taken due effort on Wesker’s part to learn about what it was you prized in sex. You were quiet and reserved even if you couldn’t hide your body’s microexpressions. Your physiology revealed things you had no idea it did, things he’d never admit he could read – like how, when your hands found his face early in your relationship and you let your thumbs find their place in the hollows of his cheeks to stare into his red-rimmed eyes, thick with unspoken emotion, your breath caught and your thighs went taut. But it wasn’t the if – he’d solidified that – it was the how that was the forensic mystery.

Admittedly, you were also terribly cute. A devil, really.

A languid, slower stroke rolls across the tip of you, slick with your own juices, before he curls his tongue around it harshly, flicking, tugging. You let out a whimper and roll your hips a little. He tightens his gloved fingers in response, calculated, and you feel his well-trimmed nails dig into the meat of them even through the black nitrile. It’s so deliberate it’s a different kind of sin than aimless lust; this was aimed, pinprick and target-locked.

That was alright – the mystery was part of the fun, the chase for something he never thought he’d find a curiosity in. When he finally walked in on you one night he was given all the information he needed to attempt his experiment: he supposed it should’ve been obvious – if you were attracted to him, and you associated him with playing the role of the doctor, that’s what you’d want, right?

Because that’s what you’d been watching.

He offered you the real thing. You looked at him like he offered you Narnia and tore the stars down all in one. The look in your eyes – a savory, delicious mixture of surprise, lust and shame – made even him stir. He had to consciously bite back the clearing of his throat, the flare of his nostrils. How inappropriate of him – trite. Control.

“Curious how you make me lack it,” he waxes silkily from his position between your thighs, one hand moving to your wrists – which were ziptied together with two tangled admission bracelets he’d perfected and printed off as set dressing – to tug them down, to muffle himself on his own terms, nose jutting against you. He pressed the flat of his tongue down and drenched it in you before returning to lap at you a little faster.

You corkscrew on him, trying to restrain your movement. “What?” You sound dazed, drunk off the high of it all, and he finds it intoxicating. It’s one thing to read about these things or hear them in isolation – it’s another altogether to wring them from such a pliant patient.

You don’t know what he means, do you? Too deep beneath the waves that swell in the center of you to catch the rocks, he guesses. The hand on your wrists leaves to press itself flat on the underside of your ass, grasping and squeezing and pushing you up a little and off him. He drinks in both the sight of your slick stringed against his tongue and a breath. “Control. You make me lose control,” he finalizes, and then he takes you into his mouth and sucks a little too hard and a little too fast to punctuate his cause: you.

You yelp and try to wriggle away from the sudden overstimulation, but he doesn’t let you. Suddenly, you feel the extent of his strength bearing down on you, keeping you close as you flounder and gasp, sharp tip of his nose bumping up against the tuft of fur at the base of you as his tongue purrs.

You swear, then, that it’s not just his tongue; you swear with all of you that it’s his entire body, emanating from the core of him. But you have no time to figure it out as he takes and takes and drinks his fill of you, the sinful echo of his adoration drowned out by the drone of your blood pumping loud in your ears.

Even without the wanton ambiance, you can’t help how you buck against him feverishly, now, seeking further contact, your muscles roiling against your will to keep them still. He chuckles low and reverentlessly between you, and you can’t help but let a string of expletives drool from you as you fight against the tide of pleasure that threatens to consume you.

Or maybe it’s him who’s consuming you, all around you, his deft, exploratory tongue far too rough and quick to contend with against the boiling, claiming heat in your abdomen. “F-Fuck, Wesker, I—” you groan, muscles tightening. It’d be painful if you weren’t so preoccupied.

Wesker pulls away, then, leaves you stranded. You curse even more. His tongue retracts, clicks against his perfect teeth. You can’t find the shame in you, buried alive in the need for stimulation as he cages your hips with his hands again to force you still. You growl a little. “I’ve been nothing but giving, haven’t I?” His voice, though deep and reverberating through your ligaments from the lean of his cheek into your leg, is playful.

“Can’t I take a little?”

It’s not a question. It’s a statement, and you know it, even in your haze. “Please?” you beg, trying your hand. You have none to bear. In your frustration, you pout.

“Poor little fly,” Wesker says, slow, breath hot and settling against your twitching sex. You swallow your placation as he continues, “regretting the spider’s parlor, hm?” The chuckle he gives is darker than the last as if he truly savors having you trapped like this. Maybe he does. Maybe it’s not some kind of roleplay anymore. As your sex adjusts to the lack of stimulation, your cheeks flood with crimson embarrassment, no less red than the strong bathe of it out of his lidded eyes.

Each blink envelops your thighs in darkness when they torpidly drift shut – before you steep in it again as they snap open. You can tell what direction he’s looking, whether he’s focused on you or not, by the way the light falls on your naked body.

His labcoat is ruined.

You moan a little again, despite yourself, and you follow it up with a piteous, stirring whimper, incredulous at your own reaction to something so godforsaken and filthy. “N-No, I don’t regret it,” you say, testing the water. “—you,” you correct, then stumble over your vulnerability.

“A—ah!” Whatever you were going to add is stolen in the nitrile glove that rubs up and down, suddenly, stroking you and making you shake a little, abruptly very, very perceptive to the sensitivity. Protest dies in your throat when he presses his thumb flat in soothing little circles that pop with pleasure, your hips leaning into the contact tentatively.

“I should really write a paper on you,” he says, flaring his nostrils. You smell amazing like this… you’re starting to get to him. “like I said I would.” You hear his tongue flit out and your gaze curiously drifts down in your stupor. “Eyes away. It’s no surprise if you’re peeking,” he chides, and as if robotic, you snap your chin up, mumbling incoherently. He hums at that, a satisfactory sound that thrums deep where you need it to.

God, Wesker needs to commemorate this. He can’t help it anymore. He wishes he could keep you suspended like this… but eventually you’ll both need water and food. How piteous, the human body; how piteous, his mind, for letting him get so carried away.

This was bad science.

This must be against the oath, and it’s certainly against doctrine, but he can’t stop himself.

Without warning, you feel his teeth sink into the inside of your right thigh and you careen away from the wickedness of it even though it makes you dizzy with lust. You don’t expect the sensation: almost every tooth but six at the front are sharp, like canines, and he’s not gentle or sparing, sucking his claim of you in your supple flesh like a brand until he feels hot red drip from his lips and mar his chin. Only then does he pull away, admiring his work. You hear his breath: it runs ragged and deep, affected unmistakeably. This has turned him on.

He’s a bit of a sadist, then, isn’t he? But right now, with all the hormones pumping through you, you’re masochistic enough. You can handle it. You’re a good little patient. You taste so good, so sweet, a forbidden fruit. A sudden, heavy, sex-drunk thought hits him: what is love, if not taking a bite out of something, feeling the weight of it in your mouth and the copper of it sliding down your throat?

You pulse with the pain of it, a feeling distorted into pleasure by the natural opiate he’s dragged to your receptors. You manage to find purchase and grind down on his face, finally, and he doesn’t stop you. Instead, he lets a mangled groan tear free and his forearms wrap around your thighs, forcing you down on his face while he sucks and licks and swirls, head bobbing, utilizing what he’s learned from the entire experiment to bring you to a boiling crescendo.

You cum crying Wesker’s name in stuttered, puffing, swollen gasps as you buck against his face and cover him in you. It’s such a beautiful sight and he doesn’t want it to end, filling the void in him with ego at how he makes you keen and cry for him. You are so beautiful that it burns his skin; he’s flushed, cheeks rosy in your name, so uncharacteristically affected by your display that the contrast sustains both of you. He sinks his mouth onto you and forces the last vestiges of your orgasm from you with no mercy, and you writhe in his unrelenting grasp.

You stop slowly, then, aftershocks rolling over you as he, too, ceases the brutal assault, though he lets you up off him only fractionally as if in warning of what brews beneath a surface cohesion.

Your breathing slows down as you catch yourself, slowly fading back into reality, body drooping a little. You feel a fuzz caress the edges of your vision. “T-Thank you,” you say, sheepishly, as your faculties return to you. Did he enjoy it? Did you do well enough? It swims through you, suddenly conscious.

There’s a thoughtful, impolite hum from him, as if considering something, which interrupts your mounting train of thought. You cock your head a little, sighing, hair damp… why hasn’t he moved away yet?

He sounds deeply phased and disorderly when he speaks again, breath hot and heavy and a head full of excuses primed to crumble any semblance of your resolve. “I think… I think I’ll need more data than that.”

#albert wesker #nsft #resident evil #medsker #albert wesker x reader #tw medical #tw blood #tw sadomasochism #he's still a softsker and a soft yan i can't help it when i write crack. this is BARELY crack. crack in NAME ONLY.#/dev/writing/

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mr-bas00nist · 2 years ago

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I’m In Charge, Always.

Sub Albert Wesker x Dom! Afab! Reader

This blurb is for my Power bottom Afab’s INCLUDING:

NB people, Masc NB, Intersex Men, Trans men and all my lgbtq people!

Women, I love y’all with all my heart but these fics aren’t gonna have any Fem pronouns!

Me and my friend @doctordbd have been talking about how people who are AFAB are always the submissive ones so-🤷🏽‍♂️

Anyways with that said how about some Service Top! Albert Wesker 😏

Cw! Smut, Collar and Leash, Degradation and Overstimulation

Enjoy!

You’ve worked at S.T.A.R.S for years alongside Albert. You were his left hand, Birkin being his right. But that’s what he enjoyed found funny about you, you and Birkin probably could have both been his right hand but you were intimidating and always up to challenge him. Which is why when you guys were getting frisky he certainly did not expect you offering to go on the bottom.

He thought you were finally giving in to a submissive side but oh no no no. You were simply letting your power bottom side take over. Testing him. Albert could sense it, he shouldn’t have walked into your trap but he couldn’t resist. So with some non-logical thinking that was very out the ordinary for him, he agreed.

How he wish he backed down. As much as he loved being inside you after an hour the overstimulation hits hard. He couldn’t do anything but whine and cry. “P-please to much l-love!” He sobs flushed. “Aw can’t take anymore? Thought you said you wanted to take charge? You know, be on top?” You laugh tugging on his leash.

He shakes his head no vigorously. “B-but you’re still in c-charge!” Fuck. You were in charge. You had control over him no matter what position. You laugh at his face. “Finally realized baby? Do you finally know who’s in charge and who’s slut you are?” You ask meeting his thrusts as he cries out again.

“Answer me Al.” He nods moaning and groaning uncontrollably as you feel another load being shot into you. You bring your hand down to your clit rubbing circles in it. He starts slowing down so you yank his collar again making him choke.

“N-no m-more pleaseeeee!” He slurred out. He was so desperate for rest. His blue eyes were tired and red from crying. Streaks of tears continuously falling down his flushed cheeks and to top it off the amount of drool dripping down his face. But you wanted to see him even more wrecked.

Even if he was shooting blanks inside of you.

“No.” You spoke with a smirk. He cries tiredly collapsing on top of you as you roll your eyes. You flip him over. “I have to do everything around here i swear.”

#dom afab reader #dom reader #dbd smut #albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker smut #sub Albert wesker #resident evil smut

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leqonsluv3r · 10 months ago

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Hey how's it going? I was wondering if you would do an imagine of re4r Leon x Wesker reader, where she is Wesker's daughter

heartbeat

re4!leon kennedy x weskers!daughter reader

— a oneshot (request)

warnings: MDNI, 18+, enemies to lovers basic troupe (bc i can and im a slut for it), some foul language, mentions of readers raging daddy issues (thanks wesker), age difference by like a few years (reader is 21 and leon is 27), reader is female and uses (she/her) pronouns, smut (obviously), unprotected sex (for the love of god please wrap it), praise (and some small degradation), hair pulling, he slaps her once, spanking, slightly soft!dom leon, bratty and stubborn asf reader and whatever foul things i’m forgetting

“he sees her in a way that makes her bones ache, like the oncoming of a storm or a tornado before it wipes people out. she sees it, whenever she’s unfortunate enough to run into him. she sees the way he looks down at her (and not just for her age, or her height) but for who her dad is. albert wesker. did she ever want to be born? carry that title at the agency? fuck no, she never did. but leon, looking down at her like scum off of his shoe…only made her burn more. in a way that was dangerous, yet thrilling.”

— or leon finally has enough of weskers daughters shit and decides to put her in her place

an: this request is hopefully what you asked for anon? and if not, so sorry in advance lol. i just took your idea and ran with it. also, it’s super long, i got carried away. also making up for how long i haven’t posted. pls enjoy <3

hate it’s a very strong word. it’s the only word she’s ever used to describe dislikes and things she’d rather not talk about.

she hates leon, even though she’s not supposed to. she’s supposed to like him, be buddy buddy with him but she can’t bring herself to be. not when he looks at her like she killed his family.

she didn’t, just for some context.

she’s tried to reconcile with the feeling of him glaring daggers at her every five seconds whenever they’re in the same room. or the way he looks when someone else mentions your name. it’s almost like a fun drinking game.

see how many times leon can glare at you in one social gathering before your hammered. she would play it if she drank, just to ease some of the tension of the heated looks that coated his blue eyes.

and what did she ever do to him anyways? absolutely nothing. she just existed and apparently, just like her father, that was enough to make her scum on the bottom of the hypothetical shoe.

her father, that was another reason she hated when leon would glare at her. it’s like that’s all he could see, she could see the hatred burn in his irises like the plague. a hatred for her, her father and seemingly all the things that her father had done wrong.

which was a lot, to be fair.

but having to be right next to leon, while your father talked to you both, it was like she was in her worst nightmare and she could pinch herself just so she would wake up.

that was what was happening right now, sitting in the organizations main office, ada standing idle at the door, almost as if she was guarding it from her or leon making a run for it.

she did not want to be here with her enemy and the guy she hates sitting next to her while they wait for her father. leon apparently didn’t want to be here either, if his grumbles and small looks of discomfort were any indicator.

he was literally sitting in his rivals office, sneaking glances at ada every so often, sending small glares in your direction, all while they waited for your father to make his designated appearance.

eventually ada gets uncomfortable with the silence and the looks and leaves, probably to stand outside the room. you thank god, crossing your legs in your chair and scooting it away from leon’s figure in the chair next to her.

it’s like the tension could be cut in this room with a knife, she could see him glaring at her out of the corner of her eye. subtle glares that she could pinpoint not just from her endless training but from the fact of leon’s obvious lack of subtlety.

“can i help you? or would you rather just keep glaring at me like i killed your puppy?” she says with a small sudden look in his direction, catching him head on. he scoffs and crosses his arms over his chest, tossing some of his hair out of his eyes, “i don’t have to answer you.” he responds.

“at least you can fucking speak. i thought you only could communicate with grunts and scoffs.” she says with a small sarcastic smile, looking directly at him as if to size him up or something. she knew she could probably take him if it came to that. the thought excited her but also made her heart pick up.

he mutters something to himself and doesn’t say anything, which is typical leon behavior when he’s even in the same vicinity as her. she didn’t know why her father wanted them both here.

and she had no clue why she was literally being forced to sit in a room with someone who avoided her like the plague. she shifts in her seat and looks down at her lap again, drumming her manicured hands against her knee and bouncing her leg as she waited.

the silence was almost as thick as the tension, it could probably swallow them both if they weren’t careful. “can you stop doing that?” she hears him say in a low voice. she rolls her eyes internally, what was his problem now?

“stop doing what?” she says in a small snap, obviously irritated as she whips her head in his direction to look at him. his blue eyes were hard, stone like and it felt like he could freeze her just with a look. she was surprised that she wasn’t.

“tapping your leg. moving it. just stop.” he says as he glances towards her legs crossed over each other in the chair, one bouncing regularly as she just sat there and did absolutely nothing.

seriously? what is his fucking deal? she thinks to herself as she rolls her eyes at him again, ignoring his request as she continues to bounce her foot in her chair. she simply uncrosses them and lets her boot clad feet rest on the floor, still bouncing one leg.

he shoots her daggers, like a look that could slice her skin clean open. she didn’t dare look at him, knowing that she was pushing him, making him more annoyed and irritated. but she didn’t really care, she just wanted her dad to be here so she could get the fuck away from leon and his penetrating look.

he doesn’t say anything, the glares and sighs and scoffs never ending as she kept bouncing her knee as she anxiously waited. eventually, he got fed up and slammed a hand down on her knee that was bouncing.

“enough. i said quit it.” he says in a low voice towards her, leaning over the arm of his chair so that he could make his message quite clear: don’t fuck with him. she swallows and her eyes go a tad wide, she looks down at the knee he’s holding, his hand so large over her knee it makes images appear in her mind that she wants to not have right now.

“okay, jesus. i won’t do it anymore, just let go of me.” she says in irritated tone, moving her knee and her entire chair away from him. he slips his hand away and just presses his lips together, his jaw clenching like a fist. she swallows subtly and just keeps herself away from him.

“good. your finally fucking learning something.” he says in a small smirk finds its way onto his lips, she doesn’t dare look over at him fully. settling for the peripheral view of him in his chair next to hers, sitting behind the desk.

she doesn’t have a chance to ask him what he means before the door opens and albert wesker finally makes his long delayed appearance. and for once, she’s glad her father is actually in the room, the lesser of two evils at the moment.

but it still rings in her mind, what did leon mean? what did any of this mean? and…why did that touch on her knee send her into such a wave of confusion? she’d hope that some questions would be silently answered soon.

turns out that the reason they were both there, was not for some lecture or some lesson. but rather for leon to teach her more about discrepancy during missions. which unfortunately for her meant that she had to train with him.

leon wasn’t thrilled about it either, he looked like he was about ready to punch her dad when he made the suggestion. and he argued, “why me? why not someone from this organization? why the rivals?” whining like a child who got paired with another child he didn’t like.

she would’ve laughed if her father wasn’t staring directly at her, glaring like she would get reprimanded for looking at him funny. but wesker didn’t answer leon’s question, just annoyingly stated that it was because he said, and unfortunately for the both of them thats how they ended up in their current position.

standing in a training room at the DSO, letting him attempt to teach her some moves. which if his instruction wasn’t good, she would be totally lost. at least he had that going for him.

she was offended by her father’s statement, not living up to his fucking beyond perfect standards. like no matter what she did, whatever mission she completed…it was like it meant nothing to him.

like she was just supposed to be just like him, stoic and untouchable. she wasn’t, she was nothing like him and he had to know that or he wouldn’t push her so hard and break her down like this.

knowing her weak spot of hatred for leon kennedy, using him as an excuse so she could get pushed harder and harder until she eventually broke into pieces. knowing how this would all play out, letting leon have his fun with throwing punches and swings her way like he’s probably always wanted too.

this is their third training session, the first two sessions spanned two weeks after the discussion with her father in the organization’s office. during this particular training session leon had been giving her shit, trying to poke at her, hitting all her weak spots that she didn’t even know she had.

“step into it and actually act like you want to hit me.” he says harshly as he looks down at her, his chest rising and falling fast as he pulls her up harshly off the matted floor. she swallows and tries to catch her breath.

“i do want to hit you. just not for training purposes.” she hisses as she lets him pull her up roughly by her arm, landing on her own two feet again, pulling out of his grab on her arm. he sends her a disappointing look, “funny.” he deadpans as he looks at her.

“oh yeah, fucking hysterical.” she moves back away from him, moving hair behind her shoulder as she does, going to the edge of the mat in the training room. he lets out a sarcastic chuckle, “maybe if you fucking hit me like you were supposed too-“

“shut up! shut the fuck up. i will hit you. i will.” she says in a hiss as she comes charging towards him, almost sprinting as she tries to land a punch to his face but he blocks her faster, holding her fist in his large hand. “enough.” he demands, pushing her fist away harshly.

he spoke in that same tone like he did four weeks ago and she felt something in her falter. something weaken, like a dying fire inside of her bones and body. she stopped, for her own good, dropping her hand back by her side.

“you need to stop being so fucking counter intuitive with your movements. i could see that weak punch coming from a mile away.” he explains as firmly as he could, sending a small look of irritation her direction. she catches the look, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms over her chest.

“and how does one do that?” she says with a small look of annoyance and obvious boredom. something happening within her at his firm tone that she couldn’t quite place. it just felt different, she didn’t know how to feel about it.

he takes a step towards her, slow and methodical. he takes her hand that attempted to throw a punch at her, he makes a fist with her smaller hand, forming a punch gesture. “this,” he raises her formed fist by her wrist. her breath faltering a little as he does this.

“you never ever want to form a loose fist, ever. first step,” he says with conviction and firmness, she can’t even pretend to be irritated. not now, not with his hands on her hand and his tone so firm and reprimanding.

“fist tight, curled knuckles but keep them out.” he says as he runs the pads of his fingers over her knuckles, smoothing them out as if they were ripples in the sea. she simply lets him, not having the fight left in her to even move. she simply swallows and nods, as if she could focus on his direction right now.

“second thing,” he holds her wrist up with the curled fist he formed with her fingers, “always aim with purpose. always throw your punch with intention.” he says firmly, looking down deep into her eyes as he did so the message came across.

he chuckles dryly, “not like you did before when you charged at me.” he states, holding her tiny wrist in his large hand. proving his point further by dropping her hand back down at her side. her fist uncurling as a breath is released from her lips.

“now, let’s try another defense, practice the punch and do what i told you. maybe you won’t be entirely unfortunate.” he says with a small crooked smirk, mocking her obviously as he backed up. she didn’t have it in her to poke him back, she didn’t even know what was happening to her.

like she had been reduced to a puddle at his hands, only a simple touch on her hand, a firm tone and a teaching. not even a lecture, just a simple firm instruction. she was confused, but she would continue.

even though her insides felt strange and uncomfortable, like a change that was happening inside of her that she couldn’t even pinpoint and she hated it.

a month into training sessions and she still felt that weird feeling in her body whenever his tone was firm and hard towards her, like a scolding parent.

but now it was different, she felt like she was suddenly awakened. like a part of her was different. she knew it wasn’t just his training. she could tell that much, leon must’ve sensed something.

because now he’s talking to her as they sit down on the bench of the D.S.O training room, her body turned towards him, crossing her legs in her lap. she sips from her water bottle, wiping her sweaty forehead as she feels his presence next to her on the bench.

“does it hurt?” he asks suddenly, making her snap her eyes towards him, her brows furrowed. she’s surprised he wasn’t bickering with her or lecturing her on her performance in his training he’s been giving her.

“does what hurt?” she asks as she swallows the water, looking at him, brushing some sweaty hair out of her eyes from her forehead. her water bottle clenched firmly in her lap, adjusting on the bench.

he sighs and leans forward a little, propping his elbows on his knees. she keeps her eyes trained on him, where they about to have a heart to heart? seriously? she could act shocked, but deep down within her she felt something shift. “your relationship with your father. does it hurt?” he asks in almost a whisper. like it wasn’t supposed to be spoken.

she parts her lips a little, glancing down at her water bottle as she tried to think of an answer. did it hurt? did the relationship with her father, the untouchable albert wesker, hurt?

if it was like asking if a cactus hurt if you touched it, or if fire burned you if you got too close.

she already knew her answer after a few beats of silence, keeping her legs crossed on the bench. she swallows, words that have wanted to be long awaited left her mouth, “yeah, it hurts. but not for the reasons you probably think.” she responds softly.

he glances over his shoulder at her, letting it sink in, letting her response soak into his bones. “what reasons then?” he asks her, moving some of his hair out of his eyes with a small move of his head. he needed to know if his suspicions were correct or not.

or if he had been hating her almost unprovoked by the simple nature of who her dad was.

she takes a glance back up at him, looking at the way his muscles strained against the back of his t-shirt that he had worn to training today. she feels heat pool between her legs and bites her lip, a response to his question on the tip of her tongue.

“he expects perfection, all the time. blood or not blood. and it’s like no matter what i do, no matter how many missions i go on, it’s never enough.” she explains as she tries to focus on the conversation with him, she can’t deny that her gaze on him could burn holes if she looked hard enough.

and the uncomfortable pooling in her underwear did not help this situation one bit.

but still she continues, “being his daughter is a burden when it should feel like a blessing.” she whispers as she blinks her eyes, the truth felt freeing even if it was to leon, an enemy almost turned acquaintance in this past month.

he looks over at her again, leaning up and settling straight against the bench. he looks almost like he’s finally understanding now. getting both sides of the story. like he had been looking at his enemy or his competitor as one, when really it was just her and wesker.

she wasn’t him, he knew that now. he needed to be sure and now he was. he felt guilty like he had hated this girl forever for no purpose entirely, just because her father had a tainted reputation within all agency’s.

“is it really that bad?” he asks softly, again, almost as if he’s afraid to ask it. like it had been so bad hypothetically and it was too much. leon fears he already knows the answer to his question.

his blue eyes look over her sweaty and worn out frame, sitting innocently criss crossed on the bench next to him in the training room. she looked like a hurt little girl who had scraped her knee on the pavement and now leon was the one to tend to her wounds.

not her father.

“my last mission, i went to aruba. i took down an entire fleet of enemies and people without batting an eye. i typed up the report, gave it back to him and instead of saying good job, anything…he told me that my diligence was sloppy and unnecessary.” she says with a small swallow as she looks down at her water bottle in her lap, blinking some water away from her eyes.

tears or sweat? who knew.

her hair followed her, curtaining her face only slightly. as she let out a pained laugh, shaking her head, leon had opened the emotional can of worms without even potentially realizing it. “as if me taking down people, almost an entire colony, meant nothing to him.” she cracks out, taking a small shaky breath.

she looks over at him with a slightly pained expression, moving her hair out of her eyes. he could see it in her eyes when she looked at him. he wishes he could fix what damage wesker had done by simply being her father.

but he knew he couldn’t. he could only stop hating her, and that was easier said than done. but he could try, make her have something or rather someone to latch onto, to reprimand her in a way that didn’t damage her self esteem.

“what if i told you that i don’t want to be at your throat anymore? what would you say to that?” he says with a small press of his lips, looking over her sweaty and exhausted body. his cock hardened in his training gear of the thought of what lie beneath her workout outfit.

god, what would her lips feel like? sucking him off, pretty and perfect as he slid his dick into her mouth. probably look up at him all teary eyed and desperate. hell, she would probably thank him for it.

he was trying to ignore it, his dick twitching in his pants as he saw her think over his words, the gears turning in her brain.

she felt her lips part, a small breath leaving her. was it shock? some undercurrent of happiness? she didn’t know she couldn’t piece it together right now. not when she was trying to ignore her arousal and stay focused on the words coming out of leon’s mouth.

“i’d like that a lot.” she responds with a small smile, one that he hadn’t seen before. one that she hadn’t let grace her face in years it felt like. he knew this wasn’t going to be easy, being so close to her now, not being enemies.

but still, that understanding was there. she didn’t need him hating on her anymore, sending glares that were clearly reserved for her dad, her way. she didn’t deserve that, even if her father seemed like the evil embodiment of everything he hated.

he could see she was nothing like that, he smiles only slightly and nods, “alright. friends? acquaintances?” he says with a small stick out of his hand towards her. she looks down at it, swallowing thickly, his hands painting images in her mind that weren’t exactly appropriate right now.

she nods, still smiling, “friends.” she says softly and reaches out to wrap her hand around his, shaking it. his size so clearly dwarfed hers. her heart swelled a little, her core pulsing.

they were both lying to themselves and so obviously aroused, it was only a matter of time before the tension snapped. and all hell would break loose.

the next week, she walks into the D.S.O training room and she’s nervous, nervous for what? she’s not even sure but she sees him sitting on the bench like he was last week when they agreed to be friends.

he sees her walk in, she notices something different in his gaze this time but she’s not sure what. he looks almost…hungry. like he could just devour her with one look. “hey, sorry i’m late…” she begins to apologize and he stops her with his words.

she drops her workout bag on the bench, “don’t worry about it. but i have something in mind that’s different today.” he says with a small glance over her legging and sports bra clad body.

he already felt half-hard, just looking over her body and her curves. how he could get over the hate, see her as something so attractive and so delicate was beyond his comprehension. all he knew was he had to have her now, he had been thinking about this all week.

she didn’t know what he meant, she did know that he looked at her in a way no one ever had before, something deep and unrecognizable to the untrained eye. “what did you have in mind?” she asks quietly as she looks over into his eyes, her body trying to find out what he had in store for her.

he got up off the bench and stepped towards her, looking down at her with his hungry blue eyes. “you’re attracted to me.” he just states, keeping her eyes pinned on his.

she blinked up at him and nervously laughed, “what are you talking about?” she tried to brush it off as she looks up at him, trying to fool him with a nervous smile. “are you…are you trying to mess with me leon? it’s not funny.” she releases a shaky breath again.

he chuckles, shaking his head as he looks down at her, finding her idea of trying to mask it adorable. he reaches up and tucks some of the loose strands of hair behind her ear. “no, i’m not messing with you. you need my guidance, you need to be taught a lesson. but i’m not doing it unless you want me to.” he says with conviction.

she shivers at his warm touch on her skin, simply innocent but making butterflies and arousal occur to her body. he wouldn’t do it…unless she wanted him too? what could he possibly be talking about? did he mean…?

“are-are you talking about…?” she breathes shakily as she looks up at him, her chest rising and falling fast as she does. “sex?” she whispers and it doesn’t even sound like she’s saying it. the words feel so alien coming out of her mouth.

he nods slowly, tracing his hand that was fixing her hair down to her chin. “if that’s what you want, yes. your attracted to me, i’m attracted to you and we don’t hate each other anymore.” he points these things out as a storm of emotions swirls around in her head.

he’s attracted to me? to me? the person he hated and glared at for as long as she knew him. she almost couldn’t believe it. but she got over it quickly, realizing that he was offering sex…with him to her so freely and openly.

“those are your only…reasons?” she whispers softly as she looks up into his eyes, blinking steadily as she tries to reconcile and decide within her brain what she wants to do.

“i have plenty of reasons. but those are the only ones you need to know right now. don’t believe me?” he says with a small look of intimidation in his eyes, because why would she believe him considering her history even though they were “friends” now.

she slowly shakes her head, he grabs her hand in a firm grasp like he did when he was showing her how to form a fist. he leads it down to the front of his pants, his half hard cock in his jeans resting underneath her hand. she swallows as she maintains contact with his pant clad erection.

“you see now? you understand? hmm?” he leans into her neck and whispers those words hotly against her skin, causing goosebumps to erupt all over; pebbling her skin. arousal finding its way uncomfortably more beneath her leggings.

she nods wordlessly, looking at him as he keeps his head by her neck, he chuckles lowly. “use your words, you know how to talk baby. i know you do.” she can feel his smirk against her skin as he says that.

“yes, i understand.” she says in a soft voice that sounds nothing like her own. she moves her hand from his erection in his pants to his chest, rubbing her hand over his t-shirt, feeling his muscles beneath it.

“good girl. now, i am going to fuck you.” he says in her ear, her hole pulsing at the praise around nothing. she doesn’t even have it in her to care anymore, she’s losing all sense of rational thought at his close proximity.

she hums, feeling his lips ghost over her neck as he dangerously presses a kiss to it her skin, nibbling at it. she finds herself making a small noise that’s trapped in the back of her throat.

she practically melts under his touch, grasping onto his t-shirt. “don’t worry baby. i’ll take care of you. tell me you want it. or should i find out on my own?” he says lowly in almost a predatory growl against her neck. she shivers at his words, only imagining what he could mean by that. “i want it. i want…i want you to fuck me.” she says in a slightly whiny voice.

it’s hard to believe that it’s even her, she feels nothing like herself pressed up against him, his lips nibbling and sucking at her neck, his hands ghosting her waist. she’s not in control anymore like she usually is and it feels nice to hand it over to him, especially like this.

he smirks into her neck again, pulling his lips away from her sweet pale skin. he chuckles lowly, “good. now,” he steps back and looks down at her, looking at her sports bra, “take that off.” she blinks up at him with dreary eyes, she follows his orders though.

not having it in her to say no at this point. she pulls the zipper that’s down the front of it, the material underneath a little sheer. he can see the outline of her hardened nipples barely underneath. she continues to take it off, unclipping it from the front and letting her breasts spill out of it.

goosebumps all along her bare upper half as she feels his lustful glare penetrating her chest. eyeing her breasts with hunger. she lets the useless sports bra slip onto the floor. the cold air kissing her skin.

he reaches out and massages her breasts, “mmm, imagined how they looked. gotta say, i’m not disappointed.” he says with a smirk, he guides her over to the bench, nudging her to lay down, her head resting on the bare wood as he straddles the bench. he grabs her legs lifting them up over his shoulders, each ankle resting on his shoulders.

“mmm,” he leans down and presses his mouth to her chest, taking each nipple into his mouth while massaging the other, tweaking the nipples in his hands. she writhes underneath him, making small noises, her thighs pressed up to her stomach as he leans over her and devours her chest.

she lets it slip once, only once and once it does she regrets it. everything just feels so good and his mouth working on her chest is enough for it to slip out in ecstasy. “daddy…” she moans softly.

her body freezes up a little, waiting for him to recoil, to push her away and make her put her sports bra back on. but instead he looks up from her chest, releasing one of her breasts with a small pop. his gaze even hungrier if that was even possible.

“you gonna let daddy fuck your pussy?” he says in a low rasp as he grasps at her chest again, massaging her breasts again that he had devoured. she doesn’t act shocked that he agreed to the name, she just nods mindlessly.

“good girl.” he says with a small chuckle, leaning back. he lets his hands slide down from her breasts to the hem of her leggings, pulling them down with fervor. he scoots back and pulls them off of her legs, throwing them on the floor by her discarded sports bra of the training room floor.

he gets up from the bench, popping the button on his pants and pulling them down his legs, kicking them off with his shoes, removing hers as well. she looks at his large erection that’s straining in his boxers, a small spot of precum on the top where the tip must be.

she swallows a small noise as she lays her head back down on the bench, her eyes staring up at the ceiling. he looks down at her body, “no underwear? did you know this would happen? or are you just being a naughty little girl?” he says with a mocking tone as he catches her trying to press her thighs together where she lays on the bench.

she looks up at him from where she lays against the bench, she shakes her head. “i’m not naughty. my underwear…they just get ruined too easily, daddy.” he tilts his head with a small smirk, “is that so? are you lying princess?” he says as he straddles the bench again, pulling her by her ankles close to his boxer clad erection.

she shakes her head feverishly as if she could lie to him, he leans over her, lightly smacking her cheek, “your just desperate for my dick baby? is that it? even being near me and your soaking.” he says with a small mocking laugh as she just gazes bleary eyed back at him.

the light tingle of his small smack against her cheek makes her body light up like an electric shock, her hole clenching around nothing. the degrading going deep to her core, everything that he’s saying is just making her painfully more aroused.

her core is practically aching for him at this point. she nods up at him, “yes, daddy.” she says with a small whimper, he smirks and shakes his head, looking down at her glistening pussy.

“mmm, yeah, pretty tits and a pretty pussy. your just a beautiful sight baby.” he says with a small hum. she feels herself whimper softly and become wetter at just his words of praising her body. “your practically leaking on the bench, but don’t worry. i won’t leave you waiting for long.” he says with a small smack to her pussy, making her back arch and release a strangled noise.

“dirty girl.” he says with malice, he gets up again, walking over to the training room door, locking it and making sure no one could even look in here. he then takes his shirt off and walks towards her again, “on all fours baby, do it for daddy.” he says with a small gesture of his hands.

she bites her lips and shakily gets up off of the bench and gets on all fours, he grabs her duffle and puts his t-shirt on it, moving so she can rest her head on it for stability. he crawls behind her on the bench, rubbing the flesh of her ass with his large hands.

“such a pretty ass too, baby. hmmm,” he says in fascination as he lightly skims his fingers over her asshole, making her keel forward a little into his bunched up shirt on her duffle bag. he grabs her hip with one hand, keeping her in place. “nuh-uh, no moving from daddy.” he says with a small groan. he lightly smacks her ass, making her moan softly into the fabric of his t-shirt.

he feels a grin slide onto his face, “you like that? of course you do. your a naughty little girl.” he says and adds another smack to her other cheek. she releases another muffled moan into his t-shirt again.

he chuckles slowly, licking his lips. he leans back and pulls his boxers down, releasing his cock. he sighs in relief, finally able to breathe a little bit. “i’ll give my baby what she wants, even if she’s a naughty little slut.” he says with another smack to her ass, she keels forward again, her stomach arching into the bench.

her hole kept pulsing around nothing again as he said that, going straight to her core. her body still practically aching at this point for his cock. he chuckles and grips his cock in one hand, moving it through her slick folds. he keeps one hand still placed firmly on her hip.

she whimpers into his t-shirt as she feels the head of his cock touch her clit, teasing her. “please, daddy.” her whimpers muffled into the fabric.

he smacks her ass lightly again with his free hand, “shush, princess. you’ll get daddy’s cock in a second. i just need to make sure your ready.” he says with a small chortle again, he rubs his hand soothingly over her lightly red ass cheeks.

he takes his time coating his cock in her arousal, making her squirm and make tiny noises each time he does. “mmm, i think your ready for daddy’s cock baby.” he says with a small smirk, rubbing her ass cheeks, with his firm hands, sliding one hand down to brush the tip of his cock against her wet entrance.

she moaned softly, “yes, daddy.” she managed to get out as he nudged his tip in her entrance. she let out a strangled noise as he stuck the tip in, her fists gripping at the bench.

“just the tip baby and your sucking me in.” he groans as he nudged his cock further into her pussy, stretching her out more. “daddy…” she moaned weakly as she felt some drool slide out of her mouth and onto his t-shirt that her cheek was smushed against.

“i know, i know…just a little more baby. you can take it.” he says with a strangled noise, gritting his teeth as he slides more into her pussy, his length all the way inside of her at this point to the hilt.

“uhh, d-daddy…” she feels her body go slack a little at the fullness of his cock inside of her from behind. she finds it hard to focus on anything else right now, the feeling of his cock inside of her was so delicious and distracting.

“keep moaning for your daddy, wanna hear you princess.” he says with a small groan as he feels her pussy flutter around his cock, he reaches down and grabs at her hair, a fistful of it in his hands as he starts rocking his hips slowly against her, his hips slapping against her ass as he does.

she feels her eyes roll back and flutter shut a little, practically drooling as he yanks her hair up and causing her head to look straight ahead. she moans softly again, adjusting to his length. his hips move a little faster as he keeps her hair in a tight fist.

“so fucking tight, jesus.” he grunts as he keeps moving in and out of her. she moans daddy again at each thrust of his hips. she feels so fucking full and it almost feels like her skin is on fire in the best way possible.

he keeps fucking her, his hips moving faster as he keeps one hand on her hip to guide her hips back in as he thrusts, his other hand tugging at her hair as she moans and whines. “fuck…daddy…mmm, i’m close…” she manages to get out as he keeps thrusting into her, hitting that spot inside of her that made her vision go blurry.

he keeps making small grunts and noises of pleasure, “let go baby, i’ve got you. cum all over daddy’s cock.” she keeps releasing noises at every slap of his hips against her ass. she has his permission and she cums on his cock with a few more thrusts and hitting her sweet spot inside of her.

seeing stars dance in her vision, her body dropping back to his t-shirt, her thighs shaking as she releases and clenches around his cock. he releases her hair, the other hand holding onto her hips, a low groan escaping him as he feels her cum all over his cock.

the feeling of her squeezing around him is addicting and he knows he won’t last much longer. he fucks her through it and chases his own orgasm.

she bites her lips as small tears leak out of her eyes at the overstimulation that he gives her from his cock still moving in and out of her. “shh, it’s okay…baby, i’m close…gonna cum inside your pussy…” he manages to get out in between strangled noises, his hair dampening with sweat slightly.

she cries in a small whine of pleasure as he finally releases inside of her with just a few more thrusts, her pussy milking his cum so he doesn’t spill a drop out of her. she feels her body go slack as she comes down from it all, her chest rising and falling against the bench where she stays bent over.

he rubs a small reassuring hand over the curve of her ass, “you okay? i didn’t hurt you did i?” he says with a small hint of clarity as he slightly pulls out of her. she shakes her head into the fabric of his balled up t-shirt.

“here, here.” he grabs his boxers, climbing off of the bench and pulling them over his legs, he sits down on the bench. “put on the t-shirt, then cmere.” he says in a gentle but firm tone. she shakily moves her limbs and grabs his t-shirt from where it was crumpled up on top of her duffle.

he grabs his sweat rag from his own gym bag, patting his thighs for her to sit on. she adjusts his shirt over her body and moves to sit in his lap, burying her head into his neck and holding onto his bare chest with weak fists. he cleans up the inside of her thighs, over her sensitive folds.

she shivers and tries to move away from it, “shh, it’s okay. it’s okay. i’m just cleaning you up.” he whispers into her hair, pressing a gentle kiss there. she nods slowly, her eyes fluttering shut and relaxing into his lap, he pulls the rag away and puts it in his duffle next to him on the bench.

“was that good?” he says into her hair, looking down at her face with a small crane of his neck. “yeah, it was good.” she smiles softly as she tilts her head up and opens her eyes lazily. he smiles and rubs a hand over her back in a soothing gesture, feeling his heart bloom into a cathartic way he hasn’t felt in years.

“how about i take you out for dinner sometime? hmm? properly treat you.” he says with small squeeze of her hip, she smiles up at him, nodding. “i’d love that.” she says with a small sigh of content.

she held him as he held her in the aftermath of their love making and deep down they both knew that this was the beginning of something new for the both of them. something real, something exciting and full of love.

they couldn’t wait for what the future held in store for them.

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