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INTOXICATION .ᐟ — RE Men x YOU.

SUMMARY: just horny resident evil blurbs where they're all pussydrunk. <3

PAIRINGS: LEON S. KENNEDY/Reader, LUIS SERRA/Reader, CHRIS REDFIELD/Reader, ALBERT WESKER/Reader, JACK KRAUSER/Reader, CARLOS OLIVEIRA/Reader

WARNINGS: female reader, nsfw themes, PROBABLY inaccurate anatomy, unprotected sex ( wrap it before u tap it folks. ), begging, breeding && Daddy kink, cunnilingus, angry makeup sex, size kink/difference, cervix fucking,

author's note: this is my first post. :) sorry if it's not that flourished . . .

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ NSFW UNDER THE CUT. ┈┈┈┈

LEON S KENNEDY .ᐟ

leon has seen — and will see more — monsters and cruelty beyond human recognition. both you and him think it's a pretty valid reason to not have children yet.

he knows contraceptives and birth control isn't a hundred percent effective, so he always played it safe: cumming on your face, giving you a good throatpie, covering your back and/or tummy with his warm cum . . .

so one could imagine the look of surprise on his face when you wrapped your pretty legs around him.

⟡

"baby, fuck! what're you- what're you doing?"

leon snaps from his fucked out haze, eyes suddenly wide and open as he watched you in your familiar fervour. "leon, please, please, Daddy. breed me. want your cum," you begged for it like you needed it; the shiny gloss of your tears only made you look so much prettier, he thinks . . . how could he resist such an angel like you?

"baby, we- we . . " he physically cannot muster that he can't. because can, and he will. the rough snapping of his hips never faltered, mind and body fueled with the need to breed you, to stuff you full until you leaked. "don't pull out—♡.ᐟ "

your begging alone was irresistible, and with the additional hypnotizing vice you had around his girth — the word no didn't even exist in his head. "yeah? y , y'want it that bad?" nod, nod.

you whined when he pulls out, partly from disappointment and feeling empty without him. you thought you'd be triumphant. just as you were about to call for him, however, your knees are pressed against your chest, and the familiar grip on your hips were now on the back of your knees.

it's not the stretch that makes your eyes wide, but the feeling of his tip pressed directly against your cervix. a premature orgasm rips through you and turning your brain into mush. completely, this time; leon was there to witness this, brows furrowed together and resisting the urge to let his eyes roll back so he can see your beautiful face.

his pounding resumes, skin sinfully slapping against skin, cock grazing your most sensitive spots with each needy rut. "i'll fucking breed you, angel. how do you like that?" your legs are high, higher up, now that he's leaning forward to have a closer look on your pretty face.

"Y/N," he chants like a prayer. he needs you like he hasn't needed before, forever and always. "leoooooon, love you — i love you," you sobbed, nails marking crescents on his shoulders, biceps. you feel so fucking full, you can't even think. just him and how good it'd feel to have his semen leaking out of your folds.

"fuuuuck, baby. you're drivin' me crazy. i love you too,"

his hips are aching, but that doesn't stop him from ramming himself completely deep into you. it won't stop him, because all he can think of is to fuck you stupid, fuck you full.

there's nothing coherent that follows, just pure, absolute filth. you're drooling, and leon's tongue is cleaning up your mess, like he's not drooling with you. his orgasm's nearing, thrusts getting noticeably sloppy and unrhythmic, but still forceful; compensating for the lack of speed.

"'m gonna cum, darling. ah—! beg for it. beg for it like a good girl,"

your pleading resonates in the room. if you could emphasize it with a wrap of your legs, you would have done so already. but your legs feel numb. y'can't move, not with his body weight forcing them up.

"pleeeeease, pleasepleasepleaseplease. need it! need'a be bred, please,"

leon would have come up with a witty remark, but all that comes from him is a groan whilst he buried himself balls deep into you. he's not pent up or anything, not even close, but he knows he's cumming lots. because despite being fully sheathed inside you, it's leaking everywhere. he rides out his high with slow, shallow thrusts, cum spilling with every push of his cock.

he's regaining awareness, taking in deep breaths. his eyes glaze over your figure, pretty much in the same state of post-sex euphoria as you. "Y/N," he mutters, letting your legs down slowly. the wince on your face tells him you're awake, and he cups your face.

"Y/N, baby,"

a thumb caresses your cheek. "—talk to me," leon sighs in relief when you grinned at him. "hi, baby," you croaked groggily. leon began to massage your thighs, kissing your neck. "i'm sorry i got carried away," and the night is spent with you cradled by his strong arms and comforted with his usual sweetness.

now, he's left with an addiction for giving you endless creampies.

LUIS SERRA .ᐟ

GIF by entreri

your pleasure comes first before everything. 

before he's buried deep and you're stretched out from his cock, your cunt's all soaked and prepped from the amount of foreplay he gives you. it's more than just wanting to prepare you. to luis, it's a requirement. having the taste of your pussy and cum on his lips was mandatory. he can't neglect his prinsesa like this.

why would he deprive you of his tongue? his fingers? he likes taking his sweet, sweet time in watching you crumble into nothing for him, only for him.

⟡

"luis!"

how many times have you creamed and gushed all over your lover's face? you can't recall. you don't even know how long he's been lapping at your cunt, but luis continues to coax out orgasm after orgasm from you.

he basks in your reactions each and every time, peering up at you just to watch you writhe from his tongue, how your body arches when you've reached your sinful crescendo, how your eyes roll back to the pits of your skull while you scream his name . . .

every man has his needs, and it's hard to create balance when the need to taste your pussy and your cum is equally as strong as the need to give his cock some sweet relief; after it's been painfully hard for an hour now. it twitches every now and then, aching for you. your touch. your lips, hands . . . "dios mio, chica," he pulls away to spit on your pretty, glistening cunt. "por favor, bebé. te necesito." he's desperate to relieve this ache, to feel that sweet release, but he just can't stop. too addicted. too drunk.  

he compromises, your bliss coming first before his. his tongue laps up at your clit — the sensitive bud all puffy and twitchy from how much he's made you gush for the past hour. you feel so breathless. so lightheaded. still, it didn't stop you from begging your handsome lover. "luiiiis, pleeeease, want your cock." 

his response? delving his tongue into your folds; tongue tracing your creamy slit and cleaning up the mess you've made. "shhhhh, prinsesa." luis says with a mouthful of cunt, nose brushing against your clit everytime he tried to clean up every drop of your slick. your wails only grow louder, weakness taking over as your legs close in on him. luis feels his breath hitch in his throat. 

not just from the prolonged use of his skilled mouth. but because your thighs crushed him. effectively.

can't breathe, can't breathe, can't breathe, can't breathe . . .  

his hands have a mind of its own at this point, because a mere minute had passed, and he had already undone his pants to pull his cock out. his moan reverberates against your cunt, and it only makes you cry out, pulling on greying tresses. you can't think straight anymore. all you can think of is luis . . . .

he's determined to make you cum again, lips latching on to your clit. he's determined to make you fall apart for him again. his stubble rubs against your soft skin, a harsh contrast from his gentleness, but the burn only makes it all the more enjoyable. "cum, bebé," he says, hollowing his cheeks. your legs only tighten involuntarily, too responsive to his stimulation. luis kept his eyes on you, grunting against your pussy as he fucked his fist. he can't help it anymore, mami.

"oh, bebé,"

if only you could see how he desperately fucked his fist. he was such a good lover for you. it can't compare to your cunt, never — but beggars can't be choosers. you were so lost in your own euphoria, you swore you're seeing stars.He just growls against your folds, eager to make you cream on his face again.

"pleease, mami. cum for me. squirt on my face," 

"oh, luis! fuck! 'm cumming! cummingcummingcummingggg! hnhggh—♡!"

neither of you made sense to each other, engulfed with overwhelming bliss that washes over you — and, well, luis's face. it didn't matter, however, as you two knew your bodies and loved each other beyond words. you didn't need to tell him how good he made you feel, when your shaking legs already spoke on your behalf. 

as soon as luis feels your juices soak his chin, cheeks, hell, everywhere—he can't help but spill his cum into his hand, high-pitched cries buzzing against your pulsating cunt. he rides out your climax with gentle kisses on your spasming clit, each kiss helping you ride out your high. he found it cute how your body spasmed with every brush of his lips and stubble.

he rises to meet you, lips leaving trails of wet kisses along your body. "bonita," he whispered against your stomach, gently nibbling on the soft flesh. everything is blurry for you, with luis being the only clear picture in your eyes. you bite your lip. he goes higher, 'till ivory meets your hardened bud; fingertips toying with the other. "luiiiis, gimme - gimme kiss," you whined, holding his face. "'m here, prinsesa. i'm here," finally, fucking finally, you and luis are face to face. 

"i love youu. love you, baby. i love you so so much," 

"i love you too, mi amor." 

you can't help but grin when you feel his cock—still hard and leaking pre—rest against your cunt.

CHRIS REDFIELD .ᐟ

despite how he hulked over pretty much you and . . well, everyone, chris was a gentle giant. or tried his best to be one. it didn't help that he was naturally strong and bigger than you. his whole figure pretty much eclipsed over your frame, with his hand engulfing the entirety of your own, shoulders enough to keep you out of sight from wandering eyes . . . if he didn't keep in mind to handle you gently, he could practically crush you. 

mind? 

what mind? 

"c , chris!" 

you pathetically drooled all over his bicep as he pounded you from behind. his whole body weight was on top of you in a caging pronebone, with a headlock to completely lock you in place. "Y , Y/N, my baby girl," he whispered, nipping the shell of your ear. "your cunt feels good. i love you. i love you . .  love fucking you," he mutters dumbly as he kept shoving his cock deep into you. you knew he was still—at the very least—still keeping in mind to not crush you, because the bicep arm around your neck barely took your breath away. 

his thrusts did.

every push in knocked out the breath out of your lungs, cunt nicely wrapping around his girth. no matter how much prep he gives, you always ended up squirming because the stretch was like no other. it reached places no toy or finger ever could—the tip threatening to bully its way past your cervix. 

his head is placed between the nook of your shoulder, breathing heavily against your neck as his stubble grazed over your skin. your skin is littered with bites, especially the shoulder that was within his teeth and tongue''s reach; the outline of his teeth covered in a thin layer of his spit. 

you weakly held on to his forearms, feeling yourself creaming around it. but you just can't help it—the drag of his cock against your walls was so fucking heavenly, you could have sworn you saw white for a brief moment. 

"p , pretty cunt's all messy, baby," 

chris stammers, shamelessly moaning into your ear and immediately latching on to your earlobe, can't keep his mouth unoccupied for more than a minute. especially if it's you. he can't stop kissing you. can't stop tasting you. 

can't stop fucking you.

you were helplessly pinned beneath his body—and you didn't possess half the strength to push him off. it made your cunt twitch thinking about being trapped under him, forced to take the pleasure, forced to take the stretch of your cunt . . . 

"f , fuck! don't—don't do that. 'm gonna cum, b , baby,"

"h , huh?"

before you could question him any further, his hips began to pick up the pace, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin intensified. "pleeaaaasepleaseplease, Y/N," he's acting like you were stopping him from whatever he wanted to do. "please. just let me cum in you. let me breed you. fuck, fuuuck. 'm gonna make you a mama," 

there's no thought behind every word he's spewing, and his body's moving purely on feral instict. "you'd. hnnngh. oh my god—make s , such a good housewife." chris is whimpering, fucking yearning to breed you as he envisions you as his wife. mrs. redfield. you can't speak a word in his filthy rambling, but it wasn't like you had the coherence to butt in. your eyes are rolled to the back of your head and your mouth would be wide open if his arm and bicep didn't mush your cheeks together.

"oh . . oh fuck. fuck. i l , loveee you. love you . . " 

he's lost count from how many times he's confessed how much he wants to marry you, how much he loves you, and who actually keeps count, anyway. all it mattered was your pleasure and his as he pounded you into the mattress. "love you too, chris! hnnnng—♡.ᐟ" 

there's something with the way you said it, or maybe he's just that in love with you. he can't help it, his arm tightening around your neck as he buried himself deep with a loud whimper of your name. you gasped for air, feeling even more full. 

but you didn't get to cum. he doesn't feel the familiar flutter of your walls, or the feeling of you soaking his cock for the nth time. who was he, if he couldn't fuffill your needs?

even in the midst of his overstimulation, he's trying his best to keep thrusting into you. "b , baby. please, need you to cum for me," he breathed out between gasps. "gotta be a good husband. gotta make you cum," like you hadn't been squirting for him since before he had you pinned under him. 

"y, you don't have t—!"

your words are knocked out from you as he began to ram into you harder. 'till your ass was red. 'till he's finally breaking the protective barrier of your cervix. 'till you're

"cumming—♡.ᐟ "

your eyes are wide open, mouth agape and dripping with spit. your cunt's helplessly gushing for him, clenching down on him ridiculously tight. "that's it. that's it, baby. such a good baby. you're so fucking m , messy, jesus chriiist," 

your mind's gone, and so is your remaining strength, body completely enervated as your head rests on his arm. nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck, Chris began to place kisses on his jaw. The sensation of his rough stubble confirms you're awake, albeit feeling very lightheaded and almost dizzy. 

you don't know how long you two laid there. It was probably just minutes, but felt like hours, up until chris had pulled away from you. you feel his cum ooze out of your cunt, and you whine. 

"shh. shh. 'm here, baby. i'm here," 

chris helps flip you over to your back, and you groggily wrapped your arms around him. "are you alright?" chris caresses your cheek, before bestowing a kiss on your forehead. "i'm here. i'm here. do you want water?" 

you shook your head, only pulling him to you. he settles you under his arm, securing you with another muscular arm wrapped atop your body. "did you mean it?" you murmured weakly against his chest. chris only rubbed your back. "i wanted to be a husband?" you can feel the rumble of chris's chuckle. you nod. "of course, baby." chris tilts your chin up, tucking your locks behind your ear. 

"i love you so much. i'd love to spend the rest of eternity with you,"

you hid your face, embarrassed. "chriiiis," your boyfriend laughs at your cute reaction. "you're so cheesy," "whaaat, it's true!" you puff your cheeks out. "i'd love to spend the rest of my life with you too . . . "

good. because the ring was just resting nicely in the back of your nightstand's drawer.

ALBERT WESKER .ᐟ

wesker is strict. firm. what he says goes, beyond shadow of doubt. so when he tells you to not run your shoe up his leg, don't do it. There's a disappointed click of his tongue when your disobedience persists, your stilettos rubbing against his shin. "this is a professional dinner, Y/N." you can't see it, but you can feel his eyes piercing daggers into you. "hm?" you blink up at him so deceivingly sweet and innocent. "i know. the food tastes great, no?" you can't help but grin when you see him clench his jaw. 

wesker is strict. firm. 

but that's because there's nothing he enjoys more than breaking his brat into a drooling, mindless mess.

smack! 

"f , four!" 

you're settled on wesker's lap, legs parted as per his request ( demand, actually. ). 

you held on to your lover's arm for dear life, glancing over at your reddening cunt that Wesker's been leaving harsh spanks on. "are you gonna be good, pet?" you nodded vigorously, trying to hide the fact that your eyes were tearing up from his mean treatment. 

"really? I don't believe you."

SMACK! 

"i , i promise I won't do it again, sir!" you cried out. shutting your eyes, you braced yourself for the next slap that was to come. But you feel him slide two fingers into you instead. "you're fucking wet." Wesker spat, curling his fingers up. it squelches lewdly, your cream smearing all over his palm. "see?" It's obvious where Wesker was looking, because his other hand ensnares your jaw once he realizes your eyes had rolled back to your skull. 

"see?"

you swallowed nervously, nodding. "look at your messy fucking cunt." without any further warnings, he began to ram his fingers knuckle-deep into you. not slow or merciful, no, none of that. hard and forceful, as if to burn a lesson into that mischievous head of yours. 

"are you gonna keep acting like a brat?" Wesker growled, squishing your cheeks together with his hand. "no, sir! 'm s , sorry!" Wesker laughed at your pathetic apology, purposefully grazing his palm against your puffy clit. "I could almost feel bad for you." he cooed mockingly. "but this is your fault. the consequences of your actions." 

he continued to thrust his fingers—quite inhumanely, one might add—the room filled with the filthy harmony of your whimpers and the squelching of your pretty pussy. you're trying your very best to keep your eyes open, but the best you could do was look down at your soaking folds with a lidded gaze. it didn't help that you could feel your climax quickly building up.  "what do you say, slut?" he forces you to stay conscious, tapping your cheek with his four fingers. his thumb instinctively traced your spit-soaked lips. you're no better, parting them as soon as you feel the phalange. 

"i'm shooorry! w , won't do it again! i'll — ohmygod — be good!" 

your body shakes, a garbled squeal escaping your pretty lips as his fingertips curl up to your most sensitive spots. his gaze is to you, his pretty girl, how gorgeous you looked falling apart on him. Of course, he doesn't miss how you roll your eyes back uncontrollably. Wesker lets this slide, because he adores how fucked out you look. 

"look at me. Are you gonna cum, pet?" Wesker tantalizingly grazed the pad of his thumb against your clit. you look so pretty looking up at him with wide eyes as he urges you closer to your climax. "y , yes sir!" you whimpered. "yeah? gonna make a mess on my fingers, pretty?" you nodded, and oh my days, the way you held on to his forearm and nuzzled your face into him was so fucking adorable, wesker can't help but feel the warmth spread on his cheeks. 

too bad he's still gotta discipline you. 

just as you were about to reach that delicious release, you squealed as he harshly pulled his fingers out. It leaves your cunt empty and aching. "bad girls don't get to cum on sir's fingers." 

instead, he smacks your cunt again. you clench around nothing, eyes watering as desperation ran through your veins. "pleasepleaseplease," the spanks you once dread, you were now looking for; the infliction on your clit enough to prolong your incoming orgasm. 

"wanna cum. please sir, wanna cum. pleasepleaseplease," you tugged on his arm, and wesker lets out a shaky exhale, not realizing he had been holding his breath this whole time. raising his hand, he strikes your cunt again, and you yelped. "you . . you like this, pet?" he won't lie, you're making his facade break."yes! please, please, i just wanna cum," you sobbed, salty tears completing your fucked out look. wesker spanks your cunt again, and again, and agai—

you screamed, with a sinful bliss trickling down your back as you arch. you're gushing everywhere, all from his mere spanking. his head dips to claim your lips, tongue first; and it doesn't surprise you when you feel him slowly stuff your mouth as his tongue elongates.

you suck on it, no matter how messy it made you: chin dribbling with sloppy drool, lipstick smearing everywhere . . . your cheeks hollow, and you groaned when his fingers began to rub figure eights on your clit again. "mffh—!" still overstimulated and aching from your ruined orgasm, your hand encircles his wrist. but you didn't possess half the strength to pry his hand away. 

he slides his creamy fingers again back into you again, back to mercilessly fingerfucking you. his tongue only muffles your cries of pleasure, and wesker can't stop literally fucking shoving his tongue down your throat. 'specially when he feels your pussy tighten up as he fills your mouth. it's so filthy, wesker knows he's fucking fantasizing about this for days on end. his cock aches, leaking pre just for you. 

only for you. 

much to your displeasure, he's emptying your mouth; monstrous tongue retracting and at the very least, allowing you to breathe. "you're gonna cum for me again, pet." he purred, licking the sweat dripping on your cheek.

"i forgive you, pretty. only if you do one thing for me." he nipped at the apple of your cheek, a grin gracing his face. you whined when he pauses, but it was to probably give you time for your mind to function. 

"who owns you?" 

you feel that flutter in your tummy, and you mutter a soft: "you do . . . "

"sorry, can't hear you. speak up, pet." 

and as if to further tease you, his fingers begin its harsh thrusting again. "y , you do!" you said in one breath, in between wails and gasping. "i do, what?" he smirked smugly, chuckling against your cheek. "you— nghggh! you—!" "i . . i what, pet?" "you own me! you own my body!" 

and of course, your body knows; cunt quivering for the second time and squirting all over his digits again. "there we go, pretty. oh, your pussy's so messy." his thumb caressed your clit, trying to draw out your orgasm. you've been so good for him, he thinks you deserve it.

"there we go. i know, i know. s'too much, isn't it?" his comforting voice is so misleading, like there wasn't a lot of sadistic, unholy thoughts running through his head right now. "shh, shh. you did so well." he kindly helps you ride out your high with gentle strokes of his fingers. 

you're exhausted, mass completely resting on his frame as you tried to catch your breath. you huffed when you slowly feel him sliding his fingers out of you, the simplest movements still too much for your poor, overstimulated cunt. 

"you did so well,"

you're lucid, for the most part; feeling him turn you around so you would be facing him. He rubbed your curves, tracing the dimple on your lower back. 

"sleep, my love. i'll be here." 

JACK KRAUSER .ᐟ

you can fight with krauser with just about anything. krauser, with his hot-headedness, and you, with a similar temper and a venomous tongue. your arguments, especially the big ones, always ended up ugly. no matter how many times he held you, kissed your tears away, and apologized and vice versa, it never failed to send you crying or him walking out. 

and you don't even know why you both keep coming back to each other. giving each other chances like tomorrow will be any different. 

"i fucking hate you. i fucking hate this!" 

this was new. krauser's brows narrow together in a scowl. despite the hurl of insults you've thrown at each other, you never . . .  you never said that to him.

did you really mean that? did he really lose you this time?

you jabbed a finger on his muscular chest. "i'm fucking tired of you. i'm sick of you being so fucking angry all the time and so fucking possessive and so—!" you only just realized what you said when you saw the hurt look on krauser's face. why did he look so . . . sad? it made your heart sink in your stomach. "say that again," you begin to take a few steps back as krauser's hulking frame loomed over you like an impending doom. 

" j , jack, i—,"

your back hits the cold wall, and a pair of muscular arms cage you in place. you couldn't mutter another word when he suddenly threw your body over his shoulder. "hey!" you groaned. 

a hand slapped your clothed rear, before the both of your figures disappeared into the darkness of your bedroom. 

⟡

"say it again, i fucking dare you!"

you pretty much drooled all over the bed as krauser's big, strong hand held your head down. it made breathing more difficult, movement more restricted, but he was successful in shutting you up—which was probably krauser's goal. each slam of his cock was harder than the last, and your poor body can't keep up with krauser's rough treatment.

"you're jus' a big fuckin' brat." he growled, emphasizing each word with a harsh thrust, pinning your wrists behind you. his grip was bruising. crushing, even. and very, very angry.  "need'a—oh . . . —fuck some manners into you, clearly." your moans are muffled, and you hear an amused chuckle from behind you; and without warning, he yanks your hair and forced your body to a difficult arch. . you were so beautiful in krauser's eyes.

"y'got somethin' to say, bitch?" the timbre of his hoarse voice is enough to send shivers down your spine; and of course, his pace was more merciless, more . . . . inhumane. how you were still able to form sentences—if you could call it that—you didn't know. "h, haateyouuu!" you grunt out in one breath. "no you don't, baby." both your scalp and body finds relief as he released you. if he hadn't held your hips in place, you would have collapsed on the bed. 

there's a lot of shifting behind you that you don't see, up until he forces you to flip and lay on your back. once again, you're met with that stupid shit-eating grin on his handsome, scarred face. before you can even utter an insult, you feel him deep in your fucking guts. 

he's amused at your stupefied expression—wide, gorgeous eyes with tears beading at the ends of each strand of lash. your face alone could have sent him into an orgasm, but the fun can’t end so quickly, especially when he wasn't done proving his point.  “fuck, baby. you’re so—hnngg—wet,” with that, his rough pounding resumes; the bed creaking with every reckless thrusts he gives you. 

"oh, fuck!" you cried out, instinctively reaching out to wrap your arms around him—except, it ends up having both of your wrists pinned above your head. it's quick, and you don't even register it until you realize you had nothing to scratch on. "l , let me g- oh—♡! y, you fucking prick!" "stop fucking talking, you fucking brat!" spiteful is he, his pounding picking up pace and force. it made you dizzy. made your brain mush. made you moan for him louder; and as soon as he sees that pretty tongue lull out, krauser naturally has to spit into it. and you, well, naturally swallow it. 

the way you whimpered for him, how your body was so vulnerable for him, and only for him, and so submissive under his mercy . . . it triggers something animalistic in krauser. something primal. 

he feels the cold trail of drool drip from the side of his lip, and just as you thought he couldn't fuck into you harder, he was. his tip's literally pressing into your cervix. "you're g , gonna break me—♡!" krauser keeps rutting into you like a starved beast, the pleasure so fucking addicting. 

"gonna—," his words are interrupted by low growls and heavy breathing. "gonna fucking ruin you. you're mine," your pussy shouldn't reflexively clamp down on him, but it fucking does, and he loves it. "take it back."

you blink.

. . . huh?

"i didn't —god, fucking stutter. take it back!" "i don't — ahnnn— hate you!" krauser shakes his head. "no, no. t , that's not enough," you squealed when his thumb rolls over your clit. "say you love me," the added sensation makes you scream. "say you fucking love me, please," krauser whined, and you didn't know you liked that until . . now. 

"quit fucking around, Y/N!" he impatiently snarled, grabbing your thighs and pushing it to its limit; 'till your ankles were beside your ears. "w , wait—oh fuuuuck—♡!" stars fill your vision as soon as his cock slams back into you. "say you love me, c'moooon, don't be fucking stubborn," 

how could you say it, when each slam of his hips drew out nothing but fucked out whimpers from you? "i love you," yet, he fucked you like he hated you. and you despised the way it made your cunt flutter as it promises both you and him an orgasm. 

"yeah? you like that? i love you," as if your folded position wasn't difficult enough, him leaning down to capture your lips just makes you even more breathless. but you kiss him back. your lips yearn for him like air, and the best you could reciprocate it was a mere glide of your wet muscle; to which krauser didn't really mind. 

"i love you—! fucking love you, love f , fucking you." he says, thrusts frantic and relentless. "love , , l , love—," you pant, nails sinking into his forearms. "i love . .  fuck, fuuuuuck— i love you too—," you've never heard krauser whine that loud, but he does, sloppily thrusting into you as his orgasm takes over; cumming the hardest he's ever been.

"come on, baby. cum for me," he whimpered, face contorting in overstimulated bliss as he continued his thrusts. seeing him this needy and desperate to make you feel good made your stomach flutter.  "i love you," he whispered, placing kisses on your temple, on your forehead, anywhere his lips could reach.

"s , soooo fucking much,"

the way the tip grazes again and again and fucking again on your most sensitive. deepest parts makes you squeal, makes you wail. only he could reduce you to this whimpering mess. "'m close, baby. right there. don't stop—♡!" 

ragged breaths and feral grunts turn into high-pitched whining, krauser's cock aching from pleasure. too much pleasure. but his hips won't stop moving, can't stop driving himself deeper into you. "love you—love youuu," you babbled mindlessly, completely forgetting whatever grievance you held for him, and vice versa. his cock aches. throbs. the sensitivity should be too much, but his hips keep slamming into you.

and judging how he doesn't look any less tired . . . you were in for a long, long night.

CARLOS OLIVEIRA .ᐟ

carlos pretty much worships the ground you walk on. he thinks you're the best thing that has happened to him, and my god, this man will spoil you rotten. the moment his eyes laid upon your gorgeous face, he knew he didn't want to live in cold, cruel, Y/N-less world. after your second date, he's made up his mind. he will marry you, in due time. 

for now, he can settle with the domestic life of living together, doing your groceries together, cleaning the house to your favourite songs and slow dancing mid-vacuum.

"hey babe?"

"yeah?"

he switches the vacuum off, the shiny foil atop your night table catching carlos's eye. if he's not mistaken, this was your birth control. upon a closer look, it seemed . . . untouched. was this an old batch? did you forget? he looks over at you, putting away your clothes in the closet. 

"babe, it's your birth control pills!" he exclaimed, brows narrowing with concern. "have you been taking them?" it was only when you've finished up your chore did you turn to your boyfriend, looking at your pills, and then at his face. "those are my contraceptives, yes . . and no, why?" the lack of worry in your voice calms carlos a bit, blinking at your nonchalance. "but, babe—," "wait, i haven't told you yet?" your laughter mixes with your words. "told me what?"

you took it upon yourself to close the remaining distance between the both of you, cradling his face with your warm hands. "carlos,"—you reached over for your medication and put them aside. "i've stopped taking birth control, baby. since like, two weeks ago. i thought i told you, but i must've forgotten . . . " 

there's so many thoughts running in his head. thinkin' how gorgeous you'd be during your wedding day. when you're finally pregnant and bearing his child. how he'd be calling you his wife and not his girlfriend anymore. how he'd be a husband to you, and a father . . 

"—earth to carlos. hellooo?" 

"what?"

he blinked, realizing you were waving a hand in front of his face. "you said something about wanting to start a family some day . . it doesn't have to be now, but if it happens, then . . " you shrugged. 

what do you mean it doesn't have to be now?

it has to be now. 

⟡

he has to plunge his cock balls deep in you now. even if his previous creampies were already leaking out from your pretty hole. he needed to breed you over and over again now. he reveled in the sight of you; with your hair sticking to your skin from how much you were sweating, how your tits bounced with every thrust forward with his hips, how your lips were hanging agape from pure bliss . . you are so, so pretty in his eyes. prettier when you're thoroughly fucked and bred.

carlos could only groan, feeling your cunt twitch around his cock. he kept watching you writhe, kept watching you squirm beneath him because he just fucked you so good—but the squelch reverberating from beneath you catches his attention. hazel eyes begin to trail down your body, down to your pretty cunt where you were the messiest. slick smeared to wherever it could, and your poor clit was puffy from how many times he's ran a thumb over it . . .  but that didn't seem to stop him from doing so for the nth time. just to see your legs quiver, to see your eyes roll back to the pits of your skull.

"carlooos—♡," you whined, hips bucking against the sensation. "'m here, mama. jus' let it out," he mumbled in his pussydrunk stupor. seeing how you couldn't even mutter his name properly did things to carlos—fueling his lust was one of them; his grip on the back of your knees become tighter—and the slamming of his hips was more brutal, trying to fuck his cum back in you like he wasn't already doing that for the past hour. 

"ah! ahn—you're so rough!" you whimpered, and carlos only lets out a dry chuckle. "h-haah . . i-i have to be. or else you—," his words are abruptly interrupted by a loud groan as he forces his cock as deep as he could, just for emphasis. "you . . won't be knocked up," he whined, balls twitching as it ached to cum into your womb again. "c'mon, mama. get pregnant. fuuuuck, jesus christ—," 

he could feel himself drooling as he ruts into you desperately. "c'mere, cariño," you went from having your knees pressed to your chest to being completely folded in half. his face is buried in your neck, and his hands—no—his arms have moved to cradle your head, his chest taking over for him as your legs rest nicely on his shoulders. his tongue is all over your flesh, lazily lapping up your neck and sweat. the new position has him fucking deeper—literally. feels like his tip was gonna force itself up in your poor cervix. it was suffocating, but. but you craved it. you yearned for it. 

you needed it.

his hips were clearly hurting and fatigued, because every brutal slam down into you would result to him grunting and whining. his tongue's cold against your neck, spanish words whispered against it while he busied himself pounding away at your pretty, creamy pussy. nothing was stopping him from breeding you, from stuffing you full, not even the pain that pooled both in his hips and your thighs.  

"your pussy’s so goooood, fuck . . love you, i love you. dios .  . dios mio, no puedo dejar de follarte. quiero d , dejarte embarazada, mi amor." you couldn't understand his mindless spanish babbling—not with the sounds of his balls slapping against your ass echoing in the room. "wh , what . . ?" "shh, baby." —it's followed by more spanish muttering that you can't follow. not that there was anythin' going on in that pretty head of yours. 

[ god . .  oh my god . . i can't stop fucking you. i want to get you pregnant, my love. ]

there was nothing going on in his head, either. just the thoughts of you knocked up—everyone would know you belonged to him, that he fucked you, that you made him a father—it only fueled the never ending lust that he had no strength to resist. "oh my fucking god, baby, fuuuck!" his face scrunches up as he speeds up, and you didn't even know that was fucking possible. your eyes widened, the knot in your stomach tightening and tightening 'til it snapped; your orgasm spraying all over yourself and him as you screamed. "so messy, h-haah, f, fuck!" "carlos, m, my cunt—!" you could no longer find the words to say to him, stars filling your vision. you swore you were going to pass out. 

your cunt was sensitive, obviously, but carlos was beyond overstimulated—it hurts—his cock hurts after cumming and cumming and cumming in you, but the way your creamy walls hugged his cock was enough compensation. he won't stop. can't bring himself to stop. because everytime his cock slid back into you, your pathetic cunt only squirts in small fountains, dragging out your orgasm and only allowing him to slide in and out of you easily.  "gonna cum. 'm cumming," his whines grew sharper, getting higher and higher as his orgasm neared. his hold around your head tightened, and you could only bite and lick at the skin of his chest as his frame practically eclipsed over your frame.

"Y/N—god. 'm cumming. gonna breed you. gonna—g, gonna get you pregnant! dios mio, Tu coño se siente genial—," stuffing your fucking cunt to the fullest, he cried out your name as he came; this was the hardest he's cummed, experiencing heaven as he sloppily rode out his orgasm with shallow, sloppy thrusts. he greedily wanted more, but god, he's sure he can't cum anymore after this. he's not even sure if he can lift his hips to pull out his veiny, girthy cock out of your dripping pussy. 

you're barely conscious—so close to passing out when you feel a hand on your cheek, fingers worriedly tapping you awake. "baby?" his voice echoed in your ears, and you opened your heavy lids, vision adjusting to the sight of him. "come back to me," he whispered, peppering your face with sweet kisses. "carlos." you chuckled weakly. you only just realized that you did pass out, because you don't remember carlos putting down your legs or covering you both with your comforter. "i got worried." carlos lays beside you, pulling you beside him. "slept good?" he teases, and you only grumbled. you feel his stubble graze your brow as he placed a kiss on your forehead. "did i get too carried away?" "you don't say," you both chuckled. "'m sleepy," you mutter, wrapping an arm around him. and the only response you got from him? a light snore. you can't help but laugh to yourself. 

end.

A/N: such a wild prompt TT but i hope you enjoyed! thank you to my beta reader, @lafox-chan for proofreading and helping me!

and here's a blooper while we were working on it!

[yanderestarangel]

★ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐑𝐄 || 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒/𝐎 || 𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐑

♡ ┆TW: mild sadism, ftm reader, fingering, exhibitionism, overstimulation, sex toys, degradation, aggressive sex, anal sex, squirt, afab anatomy.

♡ ┆Being with someone older and more experienced than you like your current boyfriend, Wesker, was always a new adventure – especially since he knew exactly where to move, squeeze and tease to make you turn into a wet mess.

♡ ┆Wesker was already forty-five years old, however this old man fucks you for hours and loves to prolong your foreplay. He knows how sensitive your body is, how small, well-made touches of his fingers or even his words can affect you; the blond man likes to whisper dirty things in your ear when no one is noticing in public, he wants to make you reach your limit without even touching you physically - after all, this also shows how good he is, increases his pride and excitement on several levels.

♡⁠┊"Sometimes it's pathetic how you get wet so easily, boy." The older man would speak with a mischievous and practically invisible smile on his lips, seeing the obvious wet stain on the fabric of your clothes - obviously his words had affected you to the point that your pussy was extremely lubricated and begging for him; however, your boyfriend was a sadist and would make you stay like that for a while longer before you went back home so he could fuck you to his heart's content.

♡ ┆Foreplay with him lasted for hours, his blue eyes enjoying following your every reaction and how you writhed under his ministrations. He forced you to suck his fingers and lubricate them enough so he could stimulate your clit while he used his mouth to suck your nipples until they were sore – he marked your breasts with bites and hickeys so you could remember later how he fucked you until your brain short-circuited. "I haven't even started and you've already cum twice? God, boy, you really are extremely weak..." Albert said in a calm tone, his face was stoic as he removed his fingers from your pussy and looked at your juices on his fingers - looking at you with that air of superiority that only he had.

♡ ┆He'll use sex toys to push you to the limit too - from butt plugs to vibrators and dildos. Wesker will tie you up with ropes around your wrists and adorn the curves of your body while you kiss him and he can access your holes, shoving a small silicone dildo in your ass and making you rub your pussy against his leg and seek some relief from your throbbing clit, but when you're close to cumming, he'll stop his ministrations on your body to prolong your pleasure and suffering.

♡ ┆Wesker likes to do anal with you, he stimulates your clit while holding your arms behind your back - making you tilt your hips more for better access. He's a sex-crazed old man, making you cum multiple times on his cock until he realizes you're about to pass out from cumming so much. "Come on baby, can you hold on a little longer? Don't cum yet, I'm not done with you yet... I love breaking you like the needy slut that you are." Wesker would growl as he slapped your ass hard and watched your legs tremble because of your desire to cum, but he hadn't allowed you to come yet, making you try to keep your sanity and obey his orders.

♡ ┆Albert also likes to tease you in exposed places, like a picnic, it was supposed to be romantic but you soon end up with Wesker's fingers stuck deep in your wet pussy and with the blond man smiling behind his sunglasses, watching your every reaction, from the embarrassment and fear of being caught to the excitement in your irises as he made you cum and left you trembling. With a smug smile he would just make you taste yourself and give you a kiss right after. "Good boy... You're a damn nymphomaniac, aren't you?"

♡ ┆But he would never hurt you on purpose, every time you felt uncomfortable with something and said the safe word he would stop right away and check if you were okay enough to continue. "Sorry sweetheart, are the ropes hurting you? We can take a break if you want." He would speak in a calm voice as he did what you wanted and checked to see if you needed anything else - if you weren't feeling well enough to continue fucking him, he would just do an aftercare and make sure you were safe.

♡ ┆He would fetch you water, food and clean any traces of pain on your body, whispering soothing words, quite unlike the rough and dominant man who enjoys seeing you broken from too many orgasms. He puts you to sleep in his arms and the next day he treats every bruise he made on your body, from the rough spanks on your ass that turned purple, to the hickeys on your neck - he is careful when he puts ointment on your cunt and sees you tremble, making him smile and place a soft kiss on your thigh. "Calm down my baby, when you are less sore we can have sex again. But until then, I will take care of you like the handsome prince that you are." Wesker says as he showers you with kisses, he always heard that showing affection was a weakness, but for you, he liked being a soft and caring old man.

♡ ┆Bonus: When he realizes that you are becoming more addicted to sex than he is, and even you are lasting many rounds and even making him cum before, this man will break into a genuine and amazed smile - seeing you jumping hard on his cock and begging for more. "Fuck, I created a little monster, didn't I?" Wesker would groan as he came again in your womb, making you whimper from being so full. "But you are my monster, daddy's little monster."

𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅 ©𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 2024. 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚, 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆

[dilfkillerr]

˖౨ৎ ⋆｡˚﹒janitor a.i bot list update P.2

【 my janitor ai acc - @ Aresangell 】

【 my venus chub acc - @ Starangell 】

【 my cai acc - @ Angelstaar 】

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Liu Kang 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - He didn't pay attention to you so you decided to record a spicy video for him, but you didn't expect him to react.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Miguel O'Hara 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - the hot guy at your gym was flirting with you. 🏳️‍⚧️ 》 transmasc miguel au

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Priest Miguel O'Hara 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - Miguel O'Hara chose to be a priest after a personal tragedy, he never faithfully believed in anything ── However, you soon changed that, and he had to fight not to give in to the sins of the flesh.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han /Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You and Bi Han were friends with benefits, but the two of you felt much more than just lust.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - Tomas and you were friends for two years. It was obvious to everyone who looked at the way Vrbada spoke to you or looked at you that the ninja was completely in love with you; the less you saw it, whether because you ignored his feelings on purpose or simply couldn't see that there was much more than platonic love. However, with the arrival of your ex, he needed to act.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/ Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You couldn't become a ninja because you were too weak, but now, the grandmaster himself took care of you.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Nanami Kento - 【 𝗔𝗙𝗔𝗕 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You accidentally sent a nude to your university professor.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 OC, Needy Boyfriend - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - Dmitry is your rich and needy boyfriend, who needs you 24/7, especially when he wakes up without you in his bed.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Lord Raiden - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You were caught by him masturbating.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You needed money and now you have a 'sugar daddy'.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tio Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - Your non blood uncle is obsessed with you. V.2

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - a family together, but apart.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Father Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You need to get down on your knees and beg for forgiveness. V.2

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - He wants to ask you out with him.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - drinks

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Stepfather Albert Wesker - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - did you know him... V.3

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Kuai Liang - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - Cramps

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Wife Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - he is your sub wife

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - boyfriend gifts

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Goth Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - He liked you and your makeup. 🦇 》 gothic au

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - did you get hurt

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Dilf Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You were living in the house of a grumpy old man, but he os very cute... 🎀 》 DILF SERIES.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Professor Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - He's your annoying chemistry professor. 📚 》 college au

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Dilf Dracula - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - maybe he wants more than your blood. 🎀 》 DILF SERIES.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Dilf Count Dracula Count - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - you are a teacher's assistant and help him with his classes. 🎀 》DILF SERIES.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Dilf Nanami Kento - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】dirty secret🎀 》 DILF SERIES

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Lord Raiden - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - teasing and punishment

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Ice God/Bi Han - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You are the servant of a grumpy ice god. ❄️ 》 ICE GOD/KING AU.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Mad Scientist/Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - you are a wonderful experience of him. 🥼 》 MAD SCIENTIST AU

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Johnny Cage - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - aftercare

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - low self esteem | 🎀 》 daddykink version

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - you got pregnant with him... 🕷️ 》 miguel o’hara x blackcat!user

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Homelander - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - you are the new hero of the seven and he has his eyes on you.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Nanami Kento - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - we never talked about ***** **** ┆ 🧼 》 fight club au, you are his tyler...

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada- 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - new recruit

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】- valentine's day

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Simon Riley 'Ghost' - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - slutty torture

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Lord Raiden - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - he is your father figure

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】- lying between his legs

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 OC - Stepfather, Yan Jin - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - your new stepfather is rude but extremely handsome. 🎀 》DILF SERIES.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/Sub Zero - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】- he needs to take care of you.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Kuai Liang - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】- arranged marriage...

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】survivor.🕊️ 》TWD AU, He's Your Negan.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Titan Lord Raiden - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - reencounter

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Step!Brother, Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】breedtable ─ m!preg.🕊️ 》DARK SERIES.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Yandere! Homelander - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - a dark hero who is in love. 🕊️ 》 DARK SERIES

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Yandere!Shang Tsung - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - obsession

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - fuck buddies

[weskie]

Does Albert have a high alcohol tolerance? How does he behave with reader when he gets really drunk?

(it will be great if we have some smut😭😭🙏🙏)

ah, my specialty. i serve alcohol for a living and have to re-learn this stuff for my recertifications every two years lol

i imagine he could tolerate a bit more than the average person pre t-virus, but after is definitely something to consider.

wesker is definitely a guy with muscle even if he's not a brick shithouse like how chris ended up. that said, muscle mass does impact alcohol's effectiveness and so does body weight.

(90kg = 198.4lbs) jesus christ i need him to lay on me like a weighted blanket

plus, amab people tend to have more of the enzyme dehydrogenase which contributes to the rate at which alcohol is broken down, they typically have greater body-water content, and so on, all of which affects alcohol's impact on a person.

these things considered, i'd say pre t-virus wesker could probably knock back a couple drinks (depending on the type. wine vs beer vs liquor) before really feeling the effect, but it's also going to depend on the rate of consumption and if he's perhaps eating anything as well.

i would wager his tolerance grows after mutating. i absolutely think he becomes even more tolerant after uroboros enters his system given he grows significantly larger in the final fight (hot).

smut headcanons below the cut:

drunk wesker can end up a few ways: lamenting his choices, giggly and/or sleepy, or intensely horny.

should you be lucky enough to end up with the last of the three, expect him to be quite unlike himself.

precise touches become fumbling grasps. he's less methodical, simply going along with whatever his alcohol addled mind decides is the best path to sate his need.

depending on how intoxicated he is, he may end up on his back insisting that you ride him. he'll grip the sheets and give weak thrusts into your heat. wesker becomes downright needy.

he'll be much more vocal. every sound that would typically be a suppressed moan or a simple groan is now a full whine and whimper. fuck him right and he'll sing for you.

the best, though, has to be how he'll look at you. there's always some degree of reverence in his eyes when you two have sex, but he'll look at you like there's a halo over your head while you take him apart. there might even be a weak smile or two that tugs at the corner of his mouth before you wipe it off his face with a particularly languid movement of your hips. your name will fall from his lips like breathy prayers until he's curling up to cling to you while he rides wave after wave of pure bliss.

expect plenty of kisses and snuggling in the afterglow. maybe even a lazy bubble bath to get cleaned up. by the time you two are dry and back in bed, he'll have come down just enough to tug you into his arms as if to take back the reins he'd so happily handed you earlier.

[semiweirdshipper]

Slashers I think would make great ace partners.

I made this purely for my ace friends and followers. You don't have to agree with anything I say. This was made based on my own opinions and speculation. Like I said, you don't have to read this or agree with anything I say. These were also based on my own interpretations of the killers- aka- emotional support slashers.

1). Albert Wesker

I feel like a lot of people might disagree with me on this one, but I actually believe that Albert would gladly accept an ace partner. Albert has a high standard for people, especially partners. He puts personality value and skill value above all else. He looks for someone who is smart, talented, trustworthy, dependable and loyal. He wants someone who isn't too physically needy and can hold their own while he's gone on long trips. If he can have a partner who meets those needs, then I think he'd probably care less about sexual gratification. He would probably love to tease, pamper and spoil his partner as well for he just loves showing off how good he is at taking care of his loved one.

2). Michael Myers

It goes without saying that Michael probably despises sex or has no idea what sex actually is. If Michael were to find a partner, I think he'd choose a partner who is interesting, emotional and has certain needs. Michael is a protector; he likes guarding his loved one and providing them with care. He finds pride in the service he provides them, especially if it makes them feel happy, comfortable and safe. I do think Michael would like to hold and/or cuddle his partner, but not much more than that. Sex isn't even a part of his vocabulary. He loves his partner no matter who they are.

3). Jason Voorhees (the ultimate baby boy!)

The ultimate sexual pleasure destroyer here who kills every naked person in literally every movie, lol. Jason is a person who needs love, acceptance and reassurance, so he seeks out a partner who is kind, modest and pure. Jason is number one when it comes to putting personality value first. He could care less what his partner looks like, just as long as they are empathetic, accepting, trustworthy, loyal and compassionate. He also probably does love hugs, cuddles and soft, platonic touches because it makes him feel good, but sex is a no no. Jason is extremely caring too, so if his partner has needs, he will glady take care of them. He is a protector.

4). Pinhead/Elliot Spencer (baby boy number 2!)

I believe, due to his power, Elliot can feel the pleasure and determine the worth of a person without even touching them. Physical/sexual gratification isn't exactly something he needs to be able to feel what his partner is feeling. Elliot has a significant attraction towards those who are strong, passionate and determined. The worth of his partner is determined by their aspirations and outlooks on life. He loves to feel their emotions through the bond that they share because it's more meaningful and important to him. I think Elliot would also be pretty obedient and considerate, putting the needs of his partner first. You wanna cuddle? Then let's cuddle. You want space? Then you have your space, he understands.

5). Pyramid Head/The Executioner

I believe that Pyramid baby here is a special case because I don't think he has a "type". I believe he discovers love at first sight- like a soulmate thing. Doesn't matter what the person looks like or anything else. When he can feel that his potential partner is true to him despite whatever flaws they may have, he will instantly submit himself and live up to their expectations. If they prefer not to have sex, then that is perfectly fine. Just as long as this incredible person will stay with him, show him the world and share all kinds of meaningful experiences with him, then he will be infinitely grateful.

6). Jeffrey Hawk/Kenneth Chase (baby boy number 3!)

Jeffrey Hawk is a classical Kentucky tease (psst, I literally have no idea if he's from Kentucky. I just made it up, hehehe). Jeffrey does not define his partner's worth based on anything other than personality. Appearance doesn't matter, financial stance doesn't matter. Just as long as his partner is honest, loyal, caring and fun, then he will love them till the cows come home. His favorite things to do with his partner are cracking jokes, teasing, doing magic tricks, eating and exploring. He loves the attention and having his partner with him. Their smile and laugh is the very heart of his day. When it comes to sexual intimacy, he doesn't really care.

7). Ji-woon Hak

Some people might not agree with me on this one either, but whatever. I believe that Ji-woon would be a bit like Pyramid Head and view his partner as his soul mate. To him, they are the most precious, most beautiful and the most important jewel to him and he would do anything for them. Including giving up sex. There are other ways to enjoy time like teaching his partner how to play instruments or taking them on tour. Just as long as you're having fun, that's all that matters to him. He also loves attention and showing his partner off to the world. "Ha, jealous much? Look at my beautiful partner that you don't have!"

8). Carmina Mora

Carmina has been through a lot in life. She takes loss very seriously and will do anything to keep those closest to her safe. She also has insecurities and emotional issues, so risking bad behavior that would result in losing her partner is too great a risk. If she could find someone who was understanding, gentle and kind, and could accept her despite all her bad mistakes, I think she would be ever grateful to that person. I see Carmina as being more demi; needing that strong, emotional connection before ever doing anything intimate with her partner if that's what her partner wants. She's very loyal and caring, and will love her partner no matter what.

Fellow mentions I couldn't decide on (tell me what you think): Evan MacMillan, Bubba Sawyer, Bo Sinclair, Max Thompson, and Rin Yamaoka.

[forthevillains]

Only good girls get what they want

Albert Wesker X fem! reader (18+)

You had no idea just how you ended up in such situation. Legs spread deliciously as your eyes kept darting away from the mirror sitting opposite you. The thing being so large that you had no other choice than to look at your sinful reflection.

"So good for me..." a sweet whisper from the man behind you made you shiver in anticipation as tingles spread inside your stomach, making you try and attempt to press your thighs together, rub them, hide your arousal from his eyes filled with pure greed, yet you couldn't. He wanted you, he would've swallowed you whole if that was possible. The red orbs stared into your own through the reflection in the mirror, his blonde hair that used to be slicked back was now messy and his chin lay comfortably on your shoulder as he took the image in. Wesker adored you, each part of your body, in every position he put you in, how you prayed for him as if he was your God, repeating his name over and over in a state of pure bliss, however this was his favorite one - having you already in front of him, with his knees keeping your legs spread, making you vulnerable, desperate and unable to do anything but fall apart in his arms, under the sweetness of his touch.

His fingers were glued to your aching cunt, covered in that sweet wetness of yours. It felt too heavenly to have your arousal coating his fingers, especially knowing that no other man is ever going to touch you like that. Not on his watch, not while you're his. Not when you're locked up with him and only him... He's stained your brain with how much of a pleasure he has to offer and it is indeed the truth that no man could ever make you feel like this. So dumb from the way his body makes you feel.

He rubbed your clit in painfully slow circles with his rough digits while his eyes kept piercing through you, making your skin burn under his intense gaze. You couldn't help, but whimper, your eyes closing shut from the overwhelming pleasure.

"Eyes on me, my sweet little girl," Wesker commanded as soon as he noticed and the movements of his stopped, yet he didn't move away. "Or else you won't get to cum." When he added that, your eyes flung open only to be met with those terrifyingly attractive irises of his.

His fingers spread your folds, the middle finger finding its place on your shamefully revealed clit and his movements began all over again, abusing it while he applied a bit of pressure, only to have you squirming around as you tried your best to keep quiet. Yet still, he was taking his time. He wasn't always like this, no, he was often too busy to be like that, however whenever he got the opportunity, he would be your worst nightmare, teasing you with painfully slow pace, not giving you what you wanted, barely even bringing you near your climax, just so that he could watch as you grew more desperate, needy, whiny... It was all just for him and that control over your body was enough to satisfy his ego.

"P-Please..." you begged, stuttering over your words, oh you poor thing... That only earned you a chuckle.

"What are you begging for, darling?"

"Faster..." you whispered and that earned you a slap right at your pussy, making you yelp in both, pain and surprise.

"Now... What have I told you about being too greedy?" He was greedy himself and yet, you were deprived of that opportunity. Or at least you couldn't talk about it. Wesker on the other hand couldn't help it, nor did he have a need for that, because your beautiful body is all for him after all.

His fingers returned to your aching core, though this time - his fingers slid lower. He circled your entrance with his wet fingers, drawing an impatient sigh out of you. One of your hands shot up to hold onto his muscular forearm and at the very moment, he pushed two digits inside of you, making you gasp. Your grip on him tightened, nails digging into his skin as he withdrew his fingers out of your dripping cunt only to push them right back in. He continued with that movement, in and out, in and out, hard and quick. You threw your head back to lean against him, your breath ragged and eyes rolling back.

"Look at yourself, dearheart, look how pretty you look with my fingers inside of you." Wesker's voice sounded heavenly to you when he whispered those words. Though everything about this man seemed so angelic, you could've sworn he fucked like the devil himself. Each time he took you, he made you see stars, making you forget about everything you had left in your head apart from him. So lovely.

His other hand shot up to catch your jaw and turn your head towards the mirror. "Open your eyes, my dear." And you do. Your eyes wide open now, staring right into his through the reflection. He looked back at you, a playful grin on his lips as he still fingered you in almost brutal pace.

"That's it."

Your mouth fell agape, any desperate attempts to muffle your moans were useless by now and the sight of your naked form surrounded by his muscular one made your legs tremble. You held onto him like your life mattered on it as warmth covered your entire body and you bucked your hips against his hand in desperation. You were close. So close...

Just when you were about to come undone on his fingers, he pulled them out of you, making you whine in response.

"Not yet, dearheart, the night has just begun," Wesker gave you a smug grin, his eyes fixated on yours when he brought his digits coated in your arousal to his lips, tasting you. The sight alone made you whimper, only imagining how good it would feel if he tasted you properly.

He made sure to lick his fingers clean while he made you watch. Impatience in you only grew, your heart racing as he forced you to just watch. It was pure torture.

You squirmed in his hold. "Please... Touch me again," you begged.

"Patience," he clicked his tongue. "Be a good girl and you might get what you want." Though his orders were direct, you knew better than that. He wanted you to obey, without him having to remind you. The thought of you struggling to keep up with him turned him on so much and he had the whole night to continue with the teasing, edging you until you would be so sensitive it'd become a dangerous play whenever he'd touch you.

You ached for him, to feel his skin on you, to feel him all over you, inside of you.

"Yes sir." You muttered silently as you stared at him and noticed a smug grin form on his face again.

One of his hands took a hold of your breast, squeezing it almost painfully before his thumb slid over your hardened nipple, making your breath hitch. That seemed to satisfy him enough. He was holding himself back from fucking you senseless at this point, every other sound from you only added to the fuel. What a pathetic feelings for a man like him and yet, he was caught up enough not to care one bit.

He began kissing your neck, gently, his tongue sliding over your skin, wettening it before he began to suck on it. You gasped. Completely engulfed by mixture of pain and pleasure you could only think of how purple your neck is going to be the next day. He kept sucking and biting, becoming rough, only to shove his fingers back into your aching hole, forcing a loud moan out of you.

His fingers moved in and out of you quickly while he kept looking at you through the mirror. That was an observation - he needed to know whether you'll listen to him or not. A sigh escaped him, enjoying the beautiful sight before him. You were indeed trying to be good for him.

Your mouth fell agape and you fought the urge to close your eyes and seek support of his body behind hours. You trembled with each thrust of his fingers, not even knowing how many he stuffed you with. You were so wet, he slid in so easily, making your vision go blurry so that you couldn't even count.

Your eyes were locked together as he brought you closer to your orgasm, enjoying every moan of yours. It was like a music to his ears, absolutely angelic.

It was your body that seemed to be giving up on you. You were close again, gripping his arm roughly, hoping for some stability. Though when he brought you over the edge, your eyes immediately rolled back, a loud cry escaped you. If you'd only known...

"Now have I given you permission to cum?"

There was the catch you didn't count on. He didn't stop there, working you through your orgasm, the movement of his fingers only intensified. Tears formed in your eyes while he kept overstimulating you, you tried to desperately push his hand away, the amount of pleasure becoming painful, yet he didn't budge.

A low chuckle escaped Wesker at your pathetic attempts of stopping him. "But I suppose that since you wanted to cum so badly, I'll just make you do it again and again, until you learn how to ask politely."

[albertwhiskerss]

𝒶𝓁𝒷ℯ𝓇𝓉 𝓌ℯ𝓈𝓀ℯ𝓇 𝒽ℯ𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃ℴ𝓃𝓈❦

warnings ~ nsfw

꧁ albert wesker x female reader headcanons, mainly relationship and smut based.he can also be a bit soft and cutesy LMAO🎀꧂

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~he definitely grabs your ass in public.it pisses you off.you try to mind your own business as all of a sudden albert just grabs your ass with no shame about it ‘albert not now.’ you look at him with a straight, threatening face. and he has that stupid smug look and god do you want to punch him every single time.

~he doesnt seem like it, but he can be clingy at times. sometimes at home he just follows you around like a cat doing nothing but just walking everywhere you walk. if you sit down on the couch he just sits directly next to you and grabs your thigh and cuddles his face into the crook of your neck. he cant ever get enough of you.

~this is random asf but i thought its a bit funny LMAO this man carries them grandma lemon sweets in his pockets.if hes at work or you guys ever go out he will always pull out a hard lemon sweet out of his pocket and he munches on them 24/7 HAHA

~you will always know whenever hes needy for you. he always gives you a lil smooch on your forehead and gives you THAT look in his eyes. that hungry look in his eyes that makes you want to go cRAZY. and of course that seducing smirk on his face UGHH

~he loves seeing you wear his glasses. it turns him on so much ong. especially if hes pounding into you and youre wearing his glasses it makes him FERALLLL

~he loves making out w you.idk he just loves putting his hands on your throat while he full on devours you as his tounge explores your mouth OMG

~when hes horny he comes up behind you and pushes his erection into your lower back. he holds your waist tight and kisses your neck RAAHHH

~he can be very dominant and rough. he can literally ruin you and you wouldnt be able to walk for DAYS.he sees himself as your superior during sex and just thrusts into you at the highest pace possible and goes in so deep you can literally feel that man in your guts. by the end of it he leaves you with mascara dripping down your face and shaking legs.

~he is also a MASTER at aftercare that man will literally bathe and feed you and tuck you into bed idc

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[ivy-loves-chocolate]

Note: Well, here's the smut that I promised y'all a few hours ago 🥰 I'm a little rusty, so bear with me on this one 🥺 I hope you'll enjoy it and as always, your feedback is appreciated and reblogs are welcomed.

Plot: Wesker agrees to be dominated. How would that work out for you? 👀

Pair: Albert Wesker x F!Reader

Tags: smut, face-ridding, handjob, endging, degrading.

Word count: 3.2k words

Wesker was on his knees on the floor, with his hands tied behind his back. He was wearing just his grey pants; the rest of his clothes were thrown carelessly in the room, leaving him with a with a bare chest. His eyebrows were knitted in a frown, his teeth were clenched, and his eyes were fixated on the door. Faint bruises appeared on his wrists as a result of the constant friction between his skin and the rope. He was impatient and needy. He wanted to get up and burst that damn door, but you asked him so nicely to indulge in your fantasies that he could not break his promise now.

“I’m almost done, honey!” You shouted with a sweet voice, prolonging his agony.

He had a painful erection; his bugle was throbbing in his now very tight pants, and it was begging for relief. The sound of your voice wasn't helpful, as it angered the man, who knew that you did it only to antagonise him.

Finally, when he felt he couldn’t wait any longer, the door opened slowly, and soon your figure stood proudly in the frame for Wesker’s display. You had such a nice, tight dress that complimented your curves, and seeing you made the anger fade away. The only thing he felt now was eagerness, a sweet-sour sensation that consumed him, and yet he couldn’t help but enjoy its sadistic delight.

He was never been at your “mercy” so far, neither physically nor psychically. He was always in charge, and he enjoyed the position he had, but yet, when you asked him so kindly, so genuine, if he wanted to be beneath you for only a few hours, he didn’t object too much.

“Waiting for me?” You asked as you slowly approached him. You cupped his face with your fingers and tilted his head so he could look at you. The sight was delicious. It was obviously how bad he needed you only by looking into his red-shining eyes. His cheeks were also rosy, and his forehead was a little sweaty…but the real delight was in between his legs…

“My, my, if only you could see yourself right now…” you began saying with a wicked grin. He was about to say something, but he was cut short when he felt your toes firmly pressing on his shaft. His demeanour changed in a second; the words he tried to murmur turned into a groan, and his eyes widened slightly. The frown disappeared from his face, and now he was looking at you with a curious gaze.

“Judging by your face, I think I look astonishing.” He said it in confidence, but that would also be tested. Wesker held in his moan when he felt your toes moving from side to side over his painful erection. He wasn’t about to give up yet. He had to keep his composure.

“You have no idea.” You moved your fingers underneath his jawline to have a better grip and pressed your lips over his. At first, he didn’t share your passion. He was rather distant, and if he were to engage, he would do it blandly, but you gave him a little motivation. You pressed a little harder over his erection and then relieved it, and you kept pulsating like this until he became more receptive. He pushed himself towards you; he became more intrusive, as if he were desperate to taste you more and more.

A sting of saliva was still connecting your swollen lips when you pushed yourself away, but Wesker had her intentions. He wasn’t ready to let you go yet.

A sudden sensation of pain disrupted your thoughts when he rapidly grabbed your bottom lip with his teeth. Not that it hurt too much, but what shocked you was his speed, which left you speechless for a couple of seconds. You had to reinforce your position quickly, or else he’d get bored.

You sighed.

“What did I say about not touching me?”

“But I didn’t touch you. C’mon, that was just a little affectionate bite.” He said it with a smirk.

“Well, I had a surprise for you, but since you’re such a brat, I don’t think you deserve it anymore.”

You could see his muscles tensing, and that only added more pressure to the already unbearable heat between your legs. You were soaking wet, and all you wanted to do was climb on him and ride his face until his lips were swollen. You were already imagining your legs over his shoulders and felt as his shaft repeatedly slamming inside…

You sighed…

“Something on your mind?”

His smooth voice pulled you out of your fantasy and brought you back to the present, to see the same defiant smug who was smirking, thinking he won.

"No, honey, nothing on my mind.” You said, replicating the same smile as you approached him, and began to kiss him again, but this time you kneeled in front of him.

The bastard was tall, so he still had leverage above you, but you were determined to put him in place. Also, to have Albert Wesker kneeling in front of you was very exciting and gave you confidence that you could overpower him.

As your lips touched over and over again, you grabbed him by the back of his neck to keep him close, and with the other hand, you worked to free his cock from his pants. The moment your delicate fingers slightly touched his clothes, a tiny, muffled moan echoed in your mouth, and you could feel his muscles tensing again.

“Ease babe…” You said between kisses, “I’ll get there…”

His kisses became more eager and intense as you worked your way into his pants. You felt his flesh hot, wet, and throbbing with every twist of your tongues, and once you pulled it out, you gave it a few gentle strokes along the length.

Wesker wasn’t silent anymore; no, he finally stopped suppressing those moans, and now it was obvious about his desires.

You moved agonisingly slowly as you took pleasure in feeling every vein and every throb of his cock. He was so big that you could barely wrap your fingers around him, and your own body was shaking at the thought of him being inside you at that moment…

“You’re not allowed to cum…” you said as you created a trail of soft kisses from his lips to his jawline, then to his neck. “Just be good and stay hard for me, ok?” You said it with a sadistic giggle before starting to nibble on his flesh, stimulating those spots you knew made him weak. He leaned his head aside to make room for you, resting on your loving hand. His lips were slightly open and his eyes closed as he began to sink deep into a territory where judgement is gone and it’s being replaced by simplicity and haziness. For Wesker, the simple act of getting to the edge of his desire would soon become the motif for tonight.

Your fingers would move at the same pace, enjoying the sweet moans that would escape his lips along with the heavy breaths. He was starting to lose his composure, and that showed in how heavy he was becoming in your arms. When he started to look for more friction and move his hips, you stopped, which made Wesker whine, disappointed.

“What the…” he said while panting.

“Why are you so surprised? You thought I’d let you finish?” You said it, smiling as you wiped your hand over your gown. “I have plenty in store for you tonight.”

As you stood up, you put your hands over his shoulder for support. However, you didn’t anticipate his next move.

Feeling anger building inside him and losing any sort of judgement whatsoever, he ripped the rope effortlessly and grabbed your waist. The impact was so sudden that if you were not holding his shoulders, he would’ve managed to swipe you off your feet completely. However, you quickly regained balance and stopped him midway through getting up.

“No!” You shouted as you pushed him down on his knees. “You are not allowed to.” Once he fell to his knees, you slapped him hard across the face.

The room became silent. Contrary to your expectations, Wesker not only did not move a muscle, but he was also looking up at you as if he were waiting for instructions. He did not expect him to react this way either; he did not expect to fall into obedience, and he did not expect his cock to throb once your hand slapped his face.

“Look at you…” you began talking in a deep undertone, “you are pathetic. You gave up so easily after a few rubs.”

He couldn't break eye contact because not only did he feel hypnotised by your stance, but he was also kind of enjoying being degraded by you. His cock would twitch with each insult, and he’d grow more and more eager to please you just so you could give him release.

“Get on the bed.”

He stood up without saying a word and began walking. His pants were thrown somewhere in the room along the way, leaving him completely naked. With every step, his excitement grew bigger and bigger as he found a strange delight in the uncertainty ahead. Like an obedient servant, he sat on the edge of the bed and waited for you.

“Now you’re waiting? Huh, interesting…Lay on your back.”

He did just as told, and a smile appeared on his face when he saw you climbing on top of him.

You hovered your hips over his cock, toying with his nerves a little longer and testing his patience.

“Hmm…” Your eyes looked down at his shaft. It was painfully hard, twitching and begging for you to just fuck him already. Its tip was red and swollen, its base was pulsating, and you also noticed faint movement in his hips.

“That’s how I like you to be, nice and hard for me.”

You lift your skirt a few inches so you can reveal your pussy to him. Wesker couldn’t help but whimper helplessly at the sight. It was a mix of desire and frustration, as he wasn’t allowed to touch you.

“If you only knew how ready I am for you now.” You said this as you swayed your hips slowly above his cock.

“Please show me…” he said in a raspy voice.

“You want me to show you?” Your low, silky voice filled the room and joined Wesker’s whimpers.

"Yes,” he said after a long exhale.

Even if every muscle in your body ached, even if you felt heavy and just wanted to come down and engulf his dick already, you fought these urges with all strength and crawled forward. Initially, Wesker could feel the anger beginning to boil, but once he saw it coming closer and closer to his head, he began to feel excited again.

You came on top of his head and lowered yourself. Wesker didn’t hesitate to grab and suck once he felt your warm and wet cunt all over his face.

“By the way…” you said as you moved your fingers slowly to his navel, “you are still not allowed to touch me.” You stopped your hand there and enjoyed how he kept shifting his hips in hopes that maybe you would give him some attention.

He hummed something as he kept twisting his tongue around your clit, in-between the folds, licking and tasting the juice that’s dripping down his face. Even if his cock was swollen and rock-hard, he was still delighted to drown in pleasure.

His movements were rapid and impatient; his tongue was all over the place, and he was speeding between your clit and hole. You began to match his rhythm, and so you started moving your hips back and forth. You needed him so badly that you forgot about your goal and began to focus on your pleasure.

You had a first full of his platinum blond hair, and you’d pull anytime he’d get you closer to the edge, which wasn’t bothering him at all. In fact, you could feel the vibration of his moans and the heat of his rapid breaths in your core, which added to the beautiful symphony of your bodies.

Something was missing, though. Your body felt…naked…because you yearned for his firm yet loving touch. You yearned for him all night long, and now it’s finally time.

“Albert…” you began between sobs, “touch me…touch me now.”

Two hands immediately seized your breast and pulled down the fabric to reveal the hard nipples. After that, he didn’t hesitate any longer to toy with them between his fingers, sending new waves of pleasure throughout your body.

“Fuck yeah…” you said as you wrapped your fingers around his much larger hand. His mouth kept working tirelessly all the time, which only added to the tension that was building up. However, he gave you a few more licks, and then you felt a strong grip on your waist. After that, your back hit the mattress with force. You had no idea when and how he managed to flip you over so easily, and you were about to express your opinion about this but were interrupted when you felt his swollen head slowly stretching your hole.

“Oh my-“ you began, taking a deep breath when you felt him pushing himself inside. Inch by inch, you felt yourself becoming fuller and fuller, and then he stopped for a second, adjusting his position, and then he finally began to thrust his hips, giving you new sensations to cling to.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer to you, urging him to go deeper and bury himself completely inside. God, you needed him so badly.

“I can take it…” you said while looking into his eyes. Your words made him smile, and with a hard thrust, he fulfilled your wish. You felt full to the brim, but you were so happy, and your mind went stupid.

Your arms were squeezing and scratching his back muscles with every thrust. I was pure bliss, and that not only reflected in your state of mind but also in the room’s acoustics as your moans, kissing sounds, and wet sounds were combined in a perfect symphony.

Every time he’d rub that spot inside you, his name would become clearer and clearer on your lips, and his scratches would become more prominent. You gave them such a nice shade of red, one that he’d enjoy watching after the deed is done, as it’s a sign he gave you great pleasure.

“Fuck…” he whispered between his teeth. Your tight cunt also brought him pleasure, so much so that he lost his composure, and now he allowed all sorts of sounds to escape his lips. From guttural groans to moans and whimpers, he didn’t refrain from any. Your name would also be so sweet on his lips, especially when he’d bury himself in your squishy cunt.

“You like it, don’t you…” you said, trying to tease him. “You like it when I’m mean to you.” You smiled and bit his earlobe playfully.

“Yeah, I like it, but something tells me you enjoy it more.” Right after he finished speaking, you felt a strong grip on your hair. He pushed your head aside and sank his teeth into your flesh, which made you wail. This sound pleased him, judging by the guttural groan that just came out of his mouth, so he kept on biting you—not as hard, but enough to leave love bruises. The pain faded away as soon as he picked up the pace.

Wesker yearned for closure as well, so he collapsed on top of you and allowed his deepest and more primal desires to take control of him. His head was buried at the junction of your neck, and his dick slammed repeatedly in and out at a fast pace, chasing his release.

You felt him throb more frequently, and you knew he was close, so you raised your head a bit and pressed your lips on his neck. The contact made him twitch, but soon you heard whimpers as you began to twist your tongue over his favourite spots. His thrust became more erratic, his breathing more intense, and in those moments, you began to bite his neck hard. In a few seconds, you felt him filling you up with warm, thick loads of cum. This, along with the kisses he gave on your sore neck, made you reach your own climax, and so your walls milked him of every single drop.

Wesker collapsed next to you, still panting and trying to catch his breath. Your fingers traced over your sore neck, and you groaned when you touched those painful bruises.

“I will make them go away; don’t worry.” He said it in a reassuring voice as he held your hand. His big thumb went over your soft skin in circles as he was lost in his thoughts.

“Something on your mind?” You said this as you noticed the silence.

“No, it’s just that it felt different, you know.”

“Different in a good way or a bad way?”

“Different in a way I never thought I’d enjoy.”

“So in a good way.”

He nodded and pulled you closer so you could lay on his chest. Your hand went across his chest and rested on your shoulder, and he resumed caressing your soft body.

“I hope I didn’t slam you too hard.” He said this as he rubbed your back.

“No, I didn’t even feel it.” You confessed. “You’re good; don’t stress so much about it.” You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, and his mood improved visibly. “I should be the one worrying about your back.”

Wesker chuckled lightly.

“They’re already healing, love.” He turned his head to see you, and your eyes met his adoring gaze. His eyes weren’t red anymore, but now they had that charming shade of amber that made you lose yourself. His lips were curved in a satisfied yet tired smile.

“Lucky you.” His lips met yours once again, but now they weren’t in a hurry like before. They wanted to savour you and enjoy every moment as they remained glued to your lips in prolonged kisses.

“Wanna try again?” You said it so low, almost like a whisper.

“Sure, but some other time. I want to take care of you right now.” He said this as he looked at your neck. The flesh was covered in purple, diffused bruises, and even if they were a sign of pride for him, he knew that they hurt you.

“That’d be so sweet of you, especially since my back started to hurt a bit…ouch.” You placed a hand on your lower back and dramatised a bit. You were starved for Wesker’s attention.

Wesker chuckled again and kissed your forehead.

“I knew, love.”

“I also didn’t mean all of those things, you know that, right?” You said as you started to shower his face with kisses, “I was carried away.”

“Relax love.” He took your hand and placed a gentle kiss on it.

He didn’t have to say it out loud because both of you knew how much he enjoyed it.

[deadbydangit]

Taking care of them when they're sick. Killers.

Trickster, Pyramid Head, Mastermind, Huntress, Dredge (Platonic), Legion (Frank)

Trickster

Oh my God, please stop whining.

Ji-woon world's biggest baby.

If you get sick, he won't let you near him.

When he gets sick? Clingy, needy, brat.

Get me soup! I need more blankets! Don't leave me alone!

He's used to being pampered. So he expects you to do the same.

A sickening amount of cuddles. You aren't getting away.

You get sick? So what?

You get the honor of taking care of him.

When he's better, he'll be appreciative.

More snuggles, lots of kisses, lots of praise.

He may be annoying, but he really appreciates and craves attention.

Pyramid Head

He can't really get sick.

But he can get hurt.

Usually, his wounds close up pretty quickly.

But if he gets hurt real bad, he's going to need some help.

He isn't a huge fan of staying idle, so you're going to have to force him to rest.

He's very dedicated to his job, so keeping him still might prove a challenge.

Patch him up and clean his wounds.

Despite his lack of ability to show emotions or speak, it might seem like he's irritated.

He really isn't. Don't worry. It's actually a relief for him.

Oh, and, if possible, kiss the wound. That will really make his day.

As a token of appreciation, he'll pat your head and pet your hair. It isn't much, but it's how he shows his love to you.

Mastermind

Preposterous, he'd never get sick.

How dare you assume he's that weak.

He's Albert Wesker. He's the man that is going to shape the whole world in his image.

But, whether he likes it or not, he is sick.

The total opposite of Trickster.

A sick Wesker is a grouchy Wesker.

You're going to have to force him to stay in bed.

Because when this man gets sick, he really gets sick.

As independent as he wants to be, he needs help.

Because of the virus, he needs a lot more medicine than most to actually work.

Warm tea and enough medicine to drug an elephant usually does the trick.

After sleeping the full day he's usually recovered enough to start moving around again.

If you get what he gets, then of course he's going to complain.

"I was just fine on my own. Why can't you take better care of yourself? What would happen if I wasn't here?"

It's just his way of showing he cares and loves you.

Huntress

Oh, she's sick?

She never would've known

She's so used to taking care of herself that any sickness was ignored.

Anna doesn't mind how much you're taking care of you though. Even though she has no idea why you're fawning over her.

The attention and affection is more than welcome.

You might need to hide the medicine in a soup or something, because she won't take it otherwise.

She'd feel really bad if you caught whatever she had.

She would return the favor tenfold.

Home cooked soup. Hand hunted prey.

Lots of snuggles and kisses.

You're her little rabbit and she's going to take the best care of you.

Dredge (Platonic)

Probably shouldn't have eaten that.

Might've been one of the dead cows hanging from the trees in Coldwind.

Or maybe that horse?

Whatever he ate, it's making him really sick.

He's spewing up random objects that he's eaten throughout his lifetime.

A lot of objects that have been missing throughout history.

Airplanes, historical objects, some bodies, etc.

The biggest challenge with him is stopping him from eating more or everything he just spit up.

He is, quite literally, a bottomless pit. So safe to say he is hungry.

A hungry Dredge is not a happy Dredge.

After a day or so he'll be feeling better and willing to eat everything again. Just not the things that made him sick. He's learnt his lesson.

He'll find you some little trinkets to show his appreciation.

Just don't be offended if it's something gross. He's really trying.

Legion (Frank)

He's a stubborn little shit.

"I'm not sick. Shut up!"

It's going to take you and the rest of the Legion to make him take a day off.

"Fine. Whatever."

But he actually wanted to take the day off. He just couldn't let the others see him as weak and lazy.

This was all your idea.

Frank hates tea and soup. He'd rather have soda and crap food.

Well, tough, because that's not what you're eating right now.

And he does not cover his mouth when he coughs or sneezes. It's your own damned fault if you get sick.

He secretly loves all the attention and he really does feel like crap.

"Hey, I'm cold, come here."

You have no choice in that. You're going to have to snuggle with him till he falls asleep.

And, you are going to catch what he has.

He'll be the one taking care of you.

He knows he's the reason and he does feel bad.

He might not be the best at helping you, but he's really trying his best.

And it's all for you.

[oletus-writer]

Topping Danny Johnson, Albert Wesker, Pyramid Head, Leon S Kennedy

Warnings: nsfw, male reader, gets a bit kinky

Danny Johnson

The little shit thought that he was going to top you, regardless of the signals beforehand, as he has had experience with men and is too egotistical to think that he would be a bottom, but he doesn’t mind it, not at all.

He’s constantly horny, so if you don’t want to deal with him, he’ll slink off into a corner and masturbate. Before, he did not know the pleasures of anal, but now, he fingers his hole while thinking of you and how you pulled his hands above his head and kissed him fiercely.

If you’re a soft dom, he’ll be demanding more, always. Hope you like brat taming, because he’ll do his utmost to be a power bottom. He prefers sex to be hard and fast, and damn interesting.

He’s into some pretty freaky shit, ranging from dacryphilia to heavy bondage to wound fucking, and was not introduced to the concept of openly discussing kinks and fetishes beforehand, so if he whips out a knife without warning, don’t be surprised.

He’s very vocal, and will praise you and then critique you in the same breath. ‘Oh, the new technique isn’t as good’ or ‘go faster, I’m going to fall asleep’. Yeah, I don’t know why I’m attracted to him either.

Albert Wesker

How embarrassing, but he’s not exactly opposed to it. It’s a new and strange feeling, having something in his anus, but he grows to enjoy it. Like Danny, Wesker likes rough sex, and, as he is genetically modified, has incredible stamina. If you can last, introduce him to overstimulation and dry orgasms and he’ll be weak and pliable in your hands.

He’ll never suggest anything, though. Maybe he wants you to suck him off while fingering him at the same time, but you’ll never know if you don’t ask. Wesker is open to experiments, and is willing to push his body to the limits (not saying eroguro but-) if you’re willing to indulge him.

But please spare him the soft dom and the intimacy, as he finds it rather sickening. Once in a while is fine, and he appreciates romantic gestures, but will soon tire of it if that’s the only thing that happens in sex. Make him know who’s boss.

Pet names while making him see stars is also a new concept he enjoys. Call him a good boy, an obedient cockwhore, all the things he’d generally call someone else, and you might get to hear some heavenly moans. He likes to be degraded and praised at the same time, and I honestly see him as a partialist.

He does enjoy getting a taste of his own medicine - strap a vibrator on his penis with one up his ass while you sit there idly and scrutinise with scientific detachment, and he wouldn’t even know why he’s cumming.

Pyramid Head

He never thought that the day would come that someone was manhandling him and grinding his heel onto his dick, calling him a needy slut that would be lost without him, but he’s not complaining. Run your tongue along his pectoral muscles while jerking him off and he feels a strange emotion bubbling inside him.

While his vocalisations during sex are more guttural and less human-like, sometimes you’ll hear a moan or two when you’re really performing well. Take mental notes on what would make him moan, and you’ll perhaps hear it more often.

As one would probably guess, he’s a sadomasochist, and is welcoming for you to give him some rough treatment. Tie him up, suspend him, whip him, spank him, the list could go on. Hopefully, you’re ready for some hardcore bdsm. If you don’t like it, however, he may take out his sexual frustration another way, but will come to terms with the fact you don’t want to do it, and won’t push you.

He’s definitely chill for dual penetration as long as it’s with a vibrator or dildo, as he doesn’t want to share. Unless you have a monster cock like him, he wants to stretch himself as far as he can - all the more pleasure.

Pyramid head also has a pretty high libido, although it is more of an anachronistic desire. Jerking off does not satisfy him at all, so be sure to introduce toys of you’re unable to keep up. If you are, though, congratulations on the sex.

Leon S Kennedy

Since we’re talking about dbd Leon, that is, re2, do you expect him to top in any relationship? He’s a bottom through and through, and a good one at that, taking your cock like an obedient bitch and sounding so good while doing so.

He’ll put on lipstick and such your dick, worship your penis, let you watch as he preps himself nicely and then gets a bit carried away… yeah. He’s a bit adverse to some more bdsm stuff, especially the sadomasochism, but is open to some really light stuff. Aftercare with him is got to be stellar for him to agree with things like choking.

Leon would appreciate it if you’re patient with him, as he’s never fucked a man before, so you’ll have to wait a few sessions before introducing kinks, but don’t expect him to be a bashful maiden, either. He’s got preferences of his own, although slightly on the vanilla side.

He’s the type of guy to ask if it’ll fit, and would he pretty skeptical of it, and would appreciate it if you show him just how much of your hand you could put in your own hole, both to reassure him and for jerking off material.

Out of everyone here, he’s the most comfortable with this sexuality in the sense that he’s open to discussion and will even watch porn with you to introduce potential kinks and fetishes. During these discussions, he’s also intelligent enough to suggest a safe word (as he’s done some research into kinks beforehand). Hair-pulling he’s a slut for.

[vera-vera-vera-lynn]

welcome to the dollhouse — Albert Wesker

PAIRING: Albert Wesker x Wesker!OFC

TAGS: S.T.A.R.S. Member Albert Wesker, Sexual Themes, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Pseudo-Incest, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, American Psycho References, Eventual Smut

welcome to the dollhouse

In the 1960s, English nobleman Oswell E. Spencer founded the Spencer Foundation to fund the underground operations of his company, Umbrella Pharmaceuticals. At the height of the Cold War and the Second Red Scare, it was clear: humanity, by their own decadence and thirst for warfare, was destined for self-destruction. If the human race were to thrive, its fate was to be entrusted only to the most superior in physical and intellectual ability. To fulfill Spencer’s dream of a perfect and advanced society, hundreds of children were adopted based on their parent’s contributions to society as candidates for a personal project outside of the company. Given the best education money could buy, and instilled with Spencer’s values, these children were trusted with endless potential. Whether those children were acquired legally or otherwise, was irrelevant. [TLDR: Albert Wesker cosplays as an only child, just to have it backfire on him.]

OP'S NOTE:

Hi everyone!!! This fic actually belongs to @honeymaltgelato. Go check her out! My friend Silvie has had a Wesker hyperfixation lately, alongside my own Luis infatuation—and we've decided to make our own OCs and series for the fandom. The first fic up is her work, welcome to the dollhouse. The TLDR given in the summary was more so there isn't a spoiler; but basically (without giving away too much), we're just exploring RE lore that isn't touched upon as much in canon or in most other media. Also, she said she wanted more Needy!Wesker content on AO3 lmfao. And an excuse to bully the fuck out of this vile prick ദ്ദി ( ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ ) Lastly, we hope you enjoy the fic! Kudos, likes, reblogs, and what-have-you are all appreciated; but we're also both comment whores so ૮₍ ꒦ິᯅ꒦ີ ₎ა we'd love some input as well lol. Here's my own masterlist, if you're interested. Have fun, lovelies ♡

[issdisgrace]

SOMETHING IN HIS EYES

WARNINGS: Trans Wesker, Wesker is baby, fingering, cockwarming, some other shit.

A/N: I was horny as shit for Wesker when I wrote this, so it isn't the best, but it isn't the worst.

Albert Wesker was an unsolved puzzle that I wanted to solve. He was mysterious, cold, calm, and collected, but there’s something in his eyes that he often hid behind his sunglasses. His eyes silently screamed out for someone to take the weight off of him. And today it seemed like it was taking a toll on Wesker. He had failed his mission and 2 of his men died. Any minute now, he would be in here asking for my forgiveness. Something that he seemingly only did for me. What was different about me? Was it that I was older than him, that I was taller than him, that I was more powerful and influential than him? As I ponder to myself, there’s the knock on the door I was expecting.

“Come on Wesker.” I call out. The door open revealing the blonde man. His head down as he enters my office, closing the door behind him. 

“Have a seat.” I say, gesturing to the chair in front of me. He nods, taking a seat. He sits down and takes his sunglasses off, still looking down. 

“I’m disappointed in your failure today, Wesker. You are my best captain. I expect better from you. You let 2 men die today. Very unlike you. What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I’m sorry that I failed you today, sir.” I say nothing as I get up from the seat. Walking over to the other side of the desk, I stand in front of Wesker. I gently force him to look up at me. His eyes filled with a silent plea.

“You are deeply burdened by something, Albert Wesker. I can help.” I say, caressing his face. He looks away from me. 

“I’m afraid no one can help me, sir.”

“Let me try. I don’t need my favorite best preforming Caption on something that isn’t other than his a game.”

“Alright.” He says looking back up at me. I smile down at him.

“Strip for me, sweetheart.”

“What?”

“Trust me, just strip.” Pulling away, I go and sit back into my chair. I watch as Albert slowly strips, folding his clothes into a neat pile on the chair. He stops when he’s just in boxers.

“Boxers too.” He nods and slips them, putting them into the neat pile.

“Come here.” I say patting lap. He shyly nods, coming to sit on my lap. Sitting in my lap, I hold him firmly on his hips, looking into his eyes. 

“You are a troubled man. I can see at least that much in your eyes. But I can also see the look of yearning in your eyes. One that I’m familiar with. One that tells me you need to desperately be taken care of. And for the weight to be lifted off your shoulders. Don’t worry Wesker, I’ll take care of you. I’ll lift the weight off your shoulders. I promise. You’re are in safe hands.” I can see his cold façade start to slip at my words. He slowly comes undone. Revealing a little boy that was hidden behind the cold demeanor. I test to see if he’s really slipped into the place I think he has. 

“Albert, baby, what’s my name?”

“Daddy?” He says in a small voice. I smile and praise him,

“Good boy.” He whines and wiggles around on my lap at the praise. I let out a chuckle at his demeanor. 

“You want daddy’s cock.” He shyly nods. I reach down and grab his ass, pulling him towards me. 

“Where do you want daddy’s cock?”

“My pussy.”

“You sure, baby. Daddy doesn’t want to make you feel dysphoric.”

“Please daddy. I want to be filled.” He whines. Such a needy baby. I reach down and play with his clit. He rugs himself against my hand, wanting more. 

“Stop baby.” He does so and I slip my hand down farther, teasing his entrance. He whines as a slowly pushes two fingers into his pussy. He’s already stretched open nicely. I wonder if the rumors of him getting fucked by his men are true. I really care to know. I curl my fingers trying to find his g spot. He lets out a little gasp when I do so. Smiling wickedly, I abuse his poor g spot with my fingers. His moans become louder, but I don’t care. He makes such pretty

noises. I work him up to his orgasm but for ripping it away from him. I pull my fingers out of him and bring them up to my mouth, licking his juices off of me. He tastes sweet, very sweet.

“Why’d you do that Daddy? I was sooo close?” He whines.

“Your not allowed to cum today. You failed your mission.” He whines again in protest this time.

“You should’ve thought about that beforehand but I’ll let you sit on daddy’s cock as I finish my paperwork for today.” 

“Ok, daddy I can do that.” 

“Good boy, now get daddy’s cock out.” Wesker reaches down and fumbles with my belt for a minute before getting it off. He pulls down the fly of my pants and gets my dick out. Pre cum already leaking from the tip. Wesker looks at my dick, then up at my face.

“I don’t think it’s going to fit.”

“We’ll make it fit, baby.” He nods and shuffles on my lap, lining himself up with me before slowly sinking down on me. He lets out breathy moans and whines about how big it is that makes me chuckle. Once half down, I guide him the rest of the way down myself. I can just barely see the outline of my dick in my stomach. Albert whines and moved around oh my lap, trying to get friction. 

“Stop baby. If you're a good cock sleeve for the rest of the day, I’ll fuck you, ok.” He nods and wraps his arms around my shoulder, putting his head in the crook of my neck. I pull myself into my desk and continue the paperwork I was working on prior. My work draws me and I pay no mind to the shifting whinny boy on my lap. Occasionally giving him a smack on the ass when he tries to slide up and down my cock. After an hour, his movements serve and he stops trying to fight his punishment. My sweet baby tired himself out. I think to myself as I give him a kiss on the temple before being consumed by work again.

[gothghostiie]

can’t stop thinking about Albert giving you aftercare once he’s done punishing you harshly for trying to escape :(( he holds you while you shake and sob, occasionally puts a glass of water or a piece of fruit to your lips. Poor thing that you are, you can’t quite leave that fragile headspace yet, so he takes care of you. After a bath where he washes you and carefully shampoos your hair, he dries you off and carries you back to bed while you sniffle all tired :((( and of course he praises you for taking your punishment so well, too. “You’ve done so well for me, my strong little pet. It’s time to rest now. You can stay in my arms tonight, but tomorrow, you’re back in your cage. Understood?”

If you’re needy enough and ask nicely, he’ll grab a stuffed animal or blanket for you to cuddle, and he’ll sing you to sleep while he gently pets over your closed eyelids 🥺🥺🥺

Obsessed with Wesker as a cruel, but fair master. Your punishments are harsh but bearing them means you earn his comfort at the end :((((

yes!! no matter what, al does aftercare. he makes sure you're all cleaned up, drink enough water and take care of the sore places on your body. he loves having you in his lap when you're a shaking little mess, sobbing about how cruel he was but still clinging to him and letting him pamper you <3

you dream one of these days you'll always be allowed in his bed if you behave

[damadisangue]

20 questions for fic writers Thank you, @thetentaclecommander ❤️ 1. How many works do you have on AO3? 153! 95 only in Resident Evil fandom. 2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 573,764 3. What fandoms do you write for? Mainly Resident Evil, but I write also for the Arcane, Game of Thrones, Batman and Assassin's Creed Syndicate (incest) fandom. 4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 1) The years we shared 2) Dirty little fairytale 3) Unravel me 4) Natural born sinner 5) All beauty destroyed 5. Do you respond to comments? Yes! Always! I always enjoy receiving them and being able to talk to people about the characters and their impressions of the plot. 6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? If I had to choose between those published I would say Forever is not for everyone, in which Alex suddenly dies before Albert and Wesker finds himself dealing with this sudden loneliness, as well as the hallucinations in which he sees his sister. 7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?  I wanna feel you from the inside, because Albert wins and both Weskers are alive and together. 8. Do you get hate on fics? Uhm, no, not really. There were those on Twitter who commented negatively saying that I wrote incest, so I sucked, but no big deal. 9. Do you write smut? Well, obviously yes. I believe it is a fundamental aspect of a relationship and a language through which the characters can express what words do not do. 10. Do you write crossovers? Nope! 11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?  Uhm, as far as I know, no. 12. Have you ever had a fic translated?  Yep! In Chinese and Russian! 13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?  No: I don't think I would do it well. 14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? Albert and Alex Wesker. Definitely Albert and Alex. The obsession, the brutality, the blood, the incest, the mutual possession, the total and absolute control that Wesker wants to exercise, Alex's sadistic and violent streak, the fact that they are a wonderful tangle of feelings and teeth and that they bite into each other - and the ramifications that sex can take: violent, raw, brutal, or tremendously and painfully gentle, nostalgic, needy. And then Wesker infected with the Uroboros? It's clearly a wedding invitation for me. 15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? At the moment I would like to conclude a fantasy AU on Resident Evil, but it requires a very large narrative and contextualization effort - the nations, the houses, the monsters, the creatures: I'm a very precise and methodical person so it could take me a long time 16. What are your writing strengths? Uhm, I don't know... maybe the sex and the feelings? 17. What are your writing weaknesses? The description of the environments. I think it should improve. 18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Yes. I'm Italian, so I did that for Excella. 19. First fandom you wrote for?  Batman. A long time ago. 20. Favorite fic you’ve written?  One, not yet published - violent and with torture, but which deeply explores the Weskers and which I will publish hopefully by the summer - and Lamb of God, for the sex scenes and the relationship between Alex and Albert. I'm not sure who to tag, so anyone can use it freely! @judasiskariot @vesperene @tacky-tramp @junotranscends @omgbarbiegurl @doctor-hannibal-wesker @irithyll-writes @joanna-lannister

[noowayybroo]

Master-list! (...Is that what these are called?)

I write fics! I don't write a lot, but I'm already losing track of what I've written! And you might be losing track too! For your finding pleasure, I'm gonna list all my fics here, and organise them!

P.s - I have been stolen by a university!!! So, will I keep up with this blog? Probably not! :( Thanks for all of the support so far though! I love you all you guys are crazy!

Miscelaneous:

Vampire men:

Long Male Vampire Drabble (NSFW (violence not sex)) - Gn! Human or Vampire Reader meeting solitary powerful vampire man with several soft spots. I really enjoyed this actually so please lmk if you want more. Very fluffy!

Link here

Resident evil:

Albert Wesker:

Unfair (NSFW) - Wesker Brainwashes n makes a pet out of a GN Reader:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Leon Kennedy:

Needy Leon HC (SFW) - Leon wants your attention!

Link here

Leon gets Pierced (SFW) - Leon STILL wants your attention!

Link here

You give Leon sloppy (NSFW) - It gets SLOPPY.

Link here

Bite Shift (NSFW) - Corrupt Cop Leon tries to assault a vampire reader, only to get absolutely rekt.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Leon Hurt / Comfort Fic (SFW) - You help Leon escape a horrible relationship

Part 1

Part 2

Leon Hurt / Comfort Fic (SFW) - Leon Helps comfort and convinces GN! Reader to Leave Abusive GN!Partner

Link here

Valentine's (SFW + NSFW) - Leon asks you out basically

Part 1 (SFW)

Part 2 (NSFW) (never tbh)

Give the Dog a Bone (SFW + NSFW) - Dogman! Leon and you get freaky!

Part 1 (GN!READER SFW)

Part 2 (F!READER NSFW)

Snowed In (NSFW) - Yeti! Leon saves you from the snow and warms you up inside!

Link here

RE2, RE4 and grandpa (lol) Leon react to you being some scary creature thing (SFW) F!Reader lightly implied.

Link here

Sometimes, I draw:

Puppy/kitty/normal Leon

Some things I want to write:

Fem reader (sorry) Lactates n Leon uhm... uh.. uahm...

Lots of sex!! But I don't know how to write it or what you want!!!

Here me out: 2 new ideas:

Demon / vampire reader + Sub / switch hunter leon ! (again!)

I crazy idea I have for a creature wesker but it's kinda very dark idk hmmm

PLEASE REPLY TO THIS TO ASK FOR STUFF! WHETHER I'LL DO IT OR NOT IDK BUT IT'LL BE FREE!!