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azul-marie · 1 year

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ada. (enamour)

fem. reader. love rivalry including ada/reader/leon. (focus on reader)

something cold digs in between your shoulder blades, sending shivers up tense muscles.

it’s a sudden sensation. catches you off guard you forget to call out to leon, whose back is turned to you whilst sifting through paper files laying across an abandoned wooden desk. the latest room you’ve snuck into seemed abandoned enough — save for its open window rocking back and forth on screeching bolts. they must’ve entered through there mere seconds before the two of you did.

warm, sweet breath tickles your earlobe. another round of shivers overtake your senses. this time, through, you recover quickly enough to react.

your hand flies to your pocketed blade and in an instant is pressed up to their throat. it is then you realize, recognize who your company is. she smiles serenely at you, acting like the knife at her neck isn’t sharp enough to slice through bone. she bears her pistol with all the grace of someone who’s caught you in her web, not the other way around.

“long time no see, kitten.”

her deadpan voice practically echoes through the silence of the night. finally surprising your partner into turning around. what surprises him further is the way ada gazes at you, almost identical to the way she did at him all those years ago.

“ada.” leon says plainly, hand hovering over his own pistol. his eyes flicker between the two of you, to the way your hand fumbles with your blade, to how she smiles a little too suggestively for someone being threatened. he’s certain you’re about to push her down, or for her to knock the knife away from your obviously loosened grip — neither happen.

instead, you carefully tuck your blade away and greet her with a coy smile of your own.

“i wasn’t expecting you here, red.” your arms cross, a guard of sorts. you knew full well of the games she liked to play. she holds your eyes as she slips her pistol back in its holster, searching for something you refuse to show. it’s been a long time, indeed, but you still remember how to compose yourself around her. it’s all rather flattering.

ada circles you, trailing her fingertips over your shoulders. her silky touch is the only weapon in her grasp, but it is perhaps her most dangerous. she takes pleasure in the way you shift beneath her watch, how your pretty face fights to remain mild. she’s no fool. she sees the smile playing at those luscious lips of yours — why bother hiding it? she’s all sultry eyes just for you, now that she’s finally managed to separate your stuffy partner’s hip from yours. seems he hadn’t changed after all. he really was the clingy type.

it was cute. once. not when he happened to be clingy with you of all people.

“once i heard you were around, i just couldn’t help myself.” her arm comes to rest around the curve of your waist. her fingers press into the flesh of your hip, easing you closer. her lips hover over the soft of your neck, almost kissing a path up to your ear. your breathing stutters, and she purrs, “wanted to stop by and catch up with my favorite girl, is all.”

you scoff, but there’s no stopping the heat rising up and over your face. those pretty lips of yours finally turn up in a smile, bashful like a schoolgirl crush. the temptation to run her thumb over your bottom lip runs strong — until an awkward, intentional clear of a throat interrupts the thought.

“i’d appreciate if you left my partner alone.” leon interjects, striding to stand tall besides you. in a swift motion he interweaves your elbows together and pulls you towards him, at once halting the hold she had on you. it’s a comfortable, possessive sort of touch. how quaint. cute little leon, still wearing his heart on his sleeve.

given the way his hand clamps around yours, he must really have it bad. what a shame. for him.

ada is slow to drag her eyes away from you. she even runs them up, down, over your lovely body for good measure. she can’t have leon thinking she isn’t willing to compete — two can play at that game. his fuming glower tells her he’s gotten the message loud and clear. as he should. she zeros in on the way his grip tightens around yours, again, cozily touching you as if you were his.

a quirk of her brow suggests ire. “glad to see you, leon. to think, after all this time, you’re still such a lucky man. who would’ve thought she’d end up being your partner?”

the two of them stare each other down with such intensity you wonder what other history they share aside from you. tension seeps into the chill of the nighttime air. leon’s coiled up so tightly it raises worry, and you find yourself wrapping your arms around his bicep to placate him. for all you know, the mysterious plagas infecting him could thrive off stress, and he’s already had plenty of that so far.

almost immediately does your touch have him redirecting his notice towards you. his intense gaze softens at your pretty eyes studying him. his broad shoulders gradually relax in your embrace. he’s visibly calmed by the simple act, much to ada’s amusement — and her vexation. her fingertips dig into her palms, wishing it was your hands beneath them instead.

“ada, why are you really here?” you inquire, and she’s pleased when you finally set sights back on her. she’s not fond of the questioning, however. she purses her lips. her expression morphs into a cautious neutral. you’re aware you won’t be getting a direct answer, no matter how much she likes you.

ada sighs, “oh, sweetheart. you know i don’t work and tell.”

guarded, she saunters to the opposite end of the room to the very window she slithered in through, overlooking the bleak scenery with little interest. you slip past leon to follow after her, grasping her fingers to keep her from going any further. pleasant warmth seeps through from your fingertips to hers. there’s no time to relish it, although she longs to feel more. calculating eyes regard you and you alone.

“leave the girl,” demands ada. “she’s lost no matter what. you walk away now…and who knows? maybe you’ll live to meet me again.”

keeping her eyes locked on yours, she brings your hand to her lips, and presses a languid kiss across your knuckles. a stain of red now marks you as hers. play glimmers in her irises. “…maybe i’ll even take you on that date i promised.”

“you think we’re gonna give up that easy?” leon’s voice cuts in, weighed with barely contained venom.

“right.” ada exhales a laugh. how true. the two of you really are perfect for one another. hearts of gold, heads full of dreams. she turns towards a silently seething leon, whose eyes pierce her every move. he does a poor job at hiding his envious glare towards your entwined hands. “how about we continue this discussion another time?”

she drops your hand unceremoniously, in favor of pressing a kiss to your cheek. the pulse of your racing heart is nearly tangible. such a sweet girl, flustered by a simple kiss. longing parts her lips in their journey up to your ear to whisper, “stay safe, beautiful.” she pulls away with an air of nonchalance, committing to memory the clear look of shock she’s frozen you into. it takes all she has not to go back in for another kiss, for there’s no knowing where her lips will land if she does.

“keep her safe for me, will you, leon? she’s really quite precious, you know.”

and just like that, she’s gone.

you nearly stumble towards the creaking window for a vain glimpse into the night she’s disappeared through. half shocked, half mortified of your audience still gaping at you, you could only hope he wasn’t put off by the instance of his flirty adversary. or the fact you had no quarrels in encouraging her.

a hand wraps around yours, warm and tight.

“careful. leaning out a little too far there, don’t you think?”

leon sounds rather relieved now that it’s back to being the two of you. ada must’ve been a sore sight for whatever reasons he’s held within. you avoid his eyes to recollect yourself, murmuring apologies beneath your breath.

then, a touch upon your cheek, the very one she’d kissed, puts a stop to all thoughts. your eyes flutter up towards leon’s. his usually somber expression has turned sour, scowling and scorned in a way you’re unfamiliar with. his hand cups your face, thumb frantically rubbing off what must be a lipstick stain ada’s left behind. the intensity of his eyes only adds to your embarrassment, makes you wish he hadn’t seen her in the first place. maybe then he wouldn’t be upset, angry with the ghost of her presence.

“here i thought luis would be my only problem.” leon mutters, so softly you’d mistaken he’d spoken at all. when he notices the shift in your pretty eyes, the sweetsoft concern that struck him weak, his gaze mellows instantly, and he blinks rapidly as if coming out of a daze. rose pink springs across his face in a blooming blush, a bigger surprise than his supposed anger. he rips his hand away upon realizing himself, leaving you curious.

“i mean—i meant, she’s the last person i expected to run into here. it’s—it’s a long story. won’t bore you with it. just know she’s probably not worth trusting completely. it’s best you’re careful around her. i’d hate…i wouldn’t want you hurt.”

his voice goes quiet at the end. his head is turned away, body tight and tense, hands fiddling with the holsters of his weapons. it isn’t like leon to speak so personally. so openly about his emotions. and you know it isn’t because of ada’s mere presence, what must be a recollection of the past.

you touch your cheek, still warm from his skin.

“you’re the one i trust, leon. we came here together, and we’re leaving together. i’m with you until the end.”

courage overtakes bashful notions. you close in beside him, reach up to push a lock of his hair behind his ear. cup his shying face, a tender encouragement to share his vulnerability with you. leon’s eyes fall back on yours too easily, too swiftly for a simple friendship. you see it; he is incapable of masking it.

it’s somewhat of an honor he’s so fond of you. it’s a reminder to be gentle with his feelings, though you yourself may not have yours sorted out just yet. but it is ascertained that you care immensely for him, perhaps in the way he’d like you to. perhaps not. there’s plenty of time to work things out.

“i’m with you, ace.” you smile, tugging his cheek until he returns one of his own. “there’s no one else i’d rather have beside me. got it?”

leon nods, convinced. “yeah. thanks.”

you pay a playful pat to his cheek, satisfied with his answer. “good, good. now, why don’t we get moving? we wouldn’t want to keep miss ashley waiting. what were we even looking for in the first place? some kind of key?”

the mention of the mission reinvigorates him. “yeah, exactly. should be somewhere around here, if you can help me look.”

“sure! let’s just hope we can get by without someone interrupting again.”

“wouldn’t that be nice.” scoffs leon, slipping his fingers through yours to lead you back towards the other half of the room. this habit of wanting you close was really too cute. willingly do you allow him to take your hand as he pleases.

all the while you will your heart not to flutter at the lipstick still staining the other, red on red alike.

#resident evil 4 imagines #re4 imagines #resident evil imagines #re imagine #resident evil x reader #re4 x reader #ada wong imagines #ada wong x reader #leon kennedy imagines #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy x reader #i’m so glad i finally wrote this LET’S GOOOO #i. am. SICK. so sick of being “jealous” of ada in fics. like…yall see her too right? she’s gorgeous and morally ambiguous right???#so why can’t she flirt with ME?? why be jealous when we can be in LOVE??? why not let her desire ME carnally for once?? leon? i hardly know #anywho. jealous ada + reader fics just don’t mesh w/ me personally!! perhaps because i’m not a naturally jealous person haha #but ada and leon being incredibly jealous of each other + fighting over us though? hell yeah sister

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lilmoonbunny · 4 months

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Wesker with a university student s/o

No specified age.

Drives you there every day in his super fancy car that attracts everyone’s attention and has them whispering about you and him. If he can’t take you and you can’t get there yourself, you’re not going. He doesn’t trust anybody else to take you there safely. He just doesn’t trust anybody with you.

Loves when you kiss his cheek whilst leaving. He might not be big on physical affection, especially not in public, but he knows people there want you, and he needs wants them to know you’re his.

Nearly everyone knows who Albert Wesker is, and news about your relationship with him spreads around your class quickly. People question you, some ignore you, some hate you for it, but you just ignore them. He loves you and you love him, why should other people and their opinions matter?

Wesker is incredibly proud of you for pursuing your dreams/dream career and will help in anyway he can, even if he did insist that he can support both of you.

Let’s you sit with him in his office and study/work whilst he works. Sometimes he’ll get distracted by you, but he’ll never tell you that. He just loves you.

If anyone harasses or bothers you, he won’t hesitate to threaten them or the University. He has both the money and power to ruin anyone’s life and isn’t afraid to do so if it means you’re okay.

Dated someone in your class who now won’t leave you alone? Don’t worry, he’s got this. You don’t even have to tell him to, and you won’t even know what happened, only that your ex is too afraid to look at you now for some reason.

Tutor being unfair towards you? He’ll deal with it.

Nothing bad will happen to you with him caring for you.

Low-key has access to the University’s surveillance to make sure everything is okay with you, and nothing will happen, but nobody else knows.

Doesn’t like when you go out without him after classes, but he won’t stop you. He just worries about you and doesn’t want anything bad to happen to you which is why he watches over you and is ready to rescue you at any point.

Takes you for lunch whenever he can and if he can’t do lunch, you two will be having breakfast. He just wants to make sure you’re taken care of and ready to work!

Nobody dares bother you after learning of your relationship as they know the risks of doing so. Wesker has a reputation, and it isn’t exactly a good one.

People tried befriending you to get closer to him, but you knew and told him. He was quick to comfort you the best he could if it bothered you.

Will try comfort you if you’re overwhelmed and forces you to take breaks.

“There’s no point overworking yourself, Dearheart. Your work won’t be the best it can be if you’re stressing.”

Takes baths with you and gives you a massage when you’re stressed.

Worried about deadlines? Don’t worry, he can extend them for you if you absolutely need him to do so.

Insists you move in with him rather than living in university accommodation. Says it’ll be easier and cheaper for you, but really, he just wants you with him and he doesn’t trust your roommates.

Throws you a fancy graduation party once you finish and asks you to marry him once you’re both home.

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komotionlessqueenmm · 7 months

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Imagine # 1,055

Gif NOT mine.

Year posted - 2023

Rating - SFW

Length - Short

"Look I know water is scary Lixian, but I'll be with you the whole time." (Y/n) encouraged her friend through discord, trying to coax him into following her character into the lake. "No no I'm good." Lixian laughed nervously, backing his character away from the water. "But there could be secrets!" (Y/n) tried to insist, but Lixian only scoffed in response. "They can stay a secret!" He argued making (Y/n) laugh. "Okay okay, I'll go by myself." She sighed before walking her character out into the inky black water. "If you get attacked I'm not helping you." Lixian warned with a laugh. "I know." She smiled to her camera. "Isn't he a great friend guys?" She asked her chat, laughing when he scoffed in mock offence. "I already told you, I will not go near that water." Lixian pointed out. "Yeah yeah I know." (Y/n) chuckled, only moderately disappointed to find there were no secrets, or any scares to be had. "Oh hey love, thank you." (Y/n) spoke to someone off camera who's arm briefly came into sight, placing a glass of her favorite warm drink on the desk. "What?" Lixian asked in confusion. "Oh sorry Lix, my boyfriend just brought me a drink." She explained, beaming when he leaned over and kissed the crown of her head. "Nice. I've got coffee." Lixian stated before sipping his drink. (Y/n) watched as her boyfriend moved across the room, setting on the loveseat in the room. "Wow my chats going crazy." She mused as she looked at chat. "About what?" Lixian asked curiously. "They wanna meet my boyfriend." She looked over to find him already looking at her. He shrugged his shoulders and stood up again. "Okay you guys win, he's been watching the stream on his tablet, and he's agreed to say hello so you get to meet him." (Y/n) spoke to chat. "Oh let me pull up your stream I wanna see." Lixian mused aloud, pulling the stream up so his chat could see as well. "Okay guys this is my boyfriend Axel." (Y/n) introduced, as he knelt beside her, looking onto the camera. "Wow he looks familiar." Lixian pointed out, both his chat and (Y/n)'s going crazy. "We hear that a lot." She chuckled softly. "He looks like Wesker from Resident Evil!" Lixian gushed suddenly, making (Y/n) grin. "Yeah I tease him about that all the time." She mused before kissing her lovers cheek. What they didn't know was that he was in fact Albert Wesker, having crossed from his world into theirs several years ago, and he's been with (Y/n) since he arrived in this world. "Hello everyone." He spoke to the camera, smirking in a signature way. "Oh my god he even sounds like him!" Lixian gushed again, making (Y/n) chuckle with a knowing smile.

Buy me a coffee sometime? ☕️

(Click the coffee for my Kofi link, IT'S NOT NECESSARY BTW.)

I'm really tired right now, and I feel like this one sucks, but ima post it anyways!

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moonrisecoeur · 3 months

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sub!ada x dom!fem!reader, she/her pronouns used, pegging (reader gives/ada receives), maid!ada!!! mention of mr loser himself leon kennedy :3 this is goofy don’t take me too seriously im tired and delusional.

ada doesn’t beg. she doesn’t plead, even on her knees, looking up at you like she’s still in control. it’s adorable, really, how pathetic she gets. she tries and tries to seem like she has you wrapped around her finger, but really? if you asked her to do something, she would do it immediately. no questions asked. maybe she’s not the soft, sweet submissive type, but she’s obedient.

she doesn’t like to act like a brat because being ‘put in her place’ is degrading. no, she decides where her place is. if that’s at your feet, kneeling like the cute little thing she is, then that’s because it was her decision. she wanted to be all yours, claimed by you.

but just because she doesn’t act like a brat doesn’t mean she won’t push back just a little bit. girl might need knee pads with how much she’s on her knees for you.

“i’m not going to be your maid, that’s.. that’s not me,” she says, but it feels more like a plea, like a please take me and dress me up in a cute little maid outfit and make me do our household chores and fuck me stupid. ada knows you’re not stupid; you can translate her coded words.

“of course you are,” you smile and she secretly aches to please you, a need to be yours entirely formed deep within her self conscious as her dignity continues circling the drain, “now put the dress on. i’ll help you with the… accessories.”

“are you… really serious about this?” her voice please because why the fuck are you trying to make your long term official off limits situationship friends with benefits fuck buddy— whatever the hell you want to call her— your, what, servant? you going to underpay her for her labor too?

“yes,” you smirk, and fuck you must be evil to do this to her. why the hell would you act like this if you weren’t cruel and evil and awful and terrible—

in your defense, it fits her perfectly. literally feels like it was custom made to her measurements, and given how adamant you are about this, she assumes it was. it’s black and white and lacy and so, so fucking hot on her that your jaw almost drops to the ground when you see it on her. it’s short and provocative and easily accessible, which is nice. you like her easily accessible.

you help put on the stockings, the lacy wrist cuffs, the garters.

“this is humiliating,” she remarks.

“good, that’s the point. now, go take care of your chores, maid.”

“jesus…” she sighs, running a gloved hand through her dark hair, “i guess i’ll just like… go do the dishes in the sink? this is weird…” she whispers to herself, “why can’t my girlfriend have normal fantasies..”

you just chuckle, going on your phone and ignoring her. she hates being ignored, but this is part of the roleplay, so… whatever. they dishes needed to be done anyway. who cares if they only got done because you’re weird and kinky and ada is quite pathetically obedient?

while she’s in the middle of cleaning a plate, she feels hands on her hips, feeling her up, and fingers rubbing back and fourth teasingly between her legs. your little outfit was missing underwear, but hey, it’s not like she’s complaining. god she feels so wet and turned on that she might start dripping onto the floor.

“f-fuck..” she groans, “i… you… uh- i-”

and you coo, sweetly praising her as if she had done you a favor by stuttering stupidly, “awh, cutie,” you whisper in her ear, and she feels small, unintelligent, submissive, “this is it, folks,” you whisper, directly to her, “this is ada wong. not the strong, clever, somewhat manipulative girl that fought to survive over and over again, but a pathetic little… maid. that’s it. that’s all you are…”

she whimpers, god it’s music to your ears as you bend her over the counter, dishes completely abandoned, and she feels the silicone cock pressed against her ass, silently asking for her permission to fuck her. she whines out of need for your strap and that’s all you need to go figuratively balls deep inside of her.

the entire dildo inside of her pussy causes her breath to catch in her throat. she thinks she might just stop breathing overall at this rate if you keep randomly deciding you want to fuck her like this, “leon doesn’t hold a candle to me, does he? he’s fucking nothing compared to me and how good my cock feels. you hear me? he’s nothing,” your voice says, mockingly. you wonder breiefly if leon fucking kennedy knows you’re fucking the girl he’s stupidly in love with. poor guy.

she gets fucked like the stupid whore maid she is and then once she orgasms and completely falls apart on your cock, too weak to stay up on her legs, she can’t help but collapse to the floor of your kitchen. you look down at her, she looks up at you, whimpering like a kicked puppy and fuck if it isn’t sexy on her.

“well, these dishes won’t do themselves, will they, my maid?”

“no, ma’am, i… i’m so sorry, they won’t, i… i’ll get right on—.”

“—oh my god, ada, babe.. i wasn’t be serious,” you giggle, suddenly out of character, and the whiplash hits her a little too hard. helping her up to her feet, she’s a little wobbly but she stands with your support, “just a roleplay, baby. you’re not literally my maid. just breathe… you okay?”

“uhm… yeah, yeah i- i am…” she stutters, trying to compose herself, “you do the dishes, then. i’m gonna go take a shower…”

#resident evil 4 imagines #re4 imagines #resident evil imagines #re imagine #resident evil x reader #re4 x reader #ada wong imagines #ada wong x reader

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meatmutt-nsfw · 2 years

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a rare experience | carlos oliveira

fuck it probably ooc carlos fic as an early 1.7k fic >:)

pairing(s): dom!carlos oliveira X reader

warning(s): nsfw, face/throat fucking so blowjob, carlos has a daddy kink (papa is also used), hair pulling, gagging, ball licking/sucking, facial, he usually bottoms so hints of that :3

CARLOS ran his teeth over his bottom lip and let out a deep, pleasured breath as he watched you take his cock in your mouth. You closed your eyes as you sucked on his tip, your hands gripping the skin of his bare thighs. He moaned quietly and thrusted his hips gently.

You lifted your head from the pillows in order to take more of his cock in your mouth. “Oh, shit,” Carlos groaned. One of his hands rested on his hip as the other went to your hair. “Yeah, take it for daddy. Fuck, yeah~”

You opened your eyes and looked up at him, seeing a smirk on his face. It wasn’t everyday he got to refer to himself as daddy around you, so you were gonna let him live in the moment.

Carlos moved your head and his hips in opposite motions so they met in the middle. You heard various moans, ‘oh yeah’s, and swears from him as he continued. Carlos sped up his movements, the lewd squelching and sounds of you gagging growing almost continuous.

“Take it for papa.” He shoved your head down on his cock and thrusted forward, his balls touching your bottom lip and chin. You choked, fingers pulling and struggling against the skin of his thick thighs. Carlos tossed his head back with a loud groan.

After a few seconds of holding you there, he let go of your hair and pulled his hips back so you could breathe. You took a gasp and a moan escaped you. Carlos’ cock twitched. There was a short strand of spit connecting his dick to your tongue, making his body grow hotter.

He chuckled quietly. “You liked that didn’t you, sweetheart?”

“Mhm.” You said as you stuck your tongue out, looking up at him. Carlos cooed as he looked down at you, taking his hand from his side and holding his cock.

Carlos slapped his dick against face gently, clicking his tongue in sync with the smacks. “C’mon lick it,” he commanded. Carlos watched intently as your tongue teased his tip before going to the underside of his shaft and licking a teasing stripe up it. He hummed in approval.

You moaned quietly as he shifted more towards your face, your tongue able to reach his balls without straining your neck. You kissed them softly before taking one in your mouth, switching to the other after you heard Carlos let out a guttural moan.

You felt his grab your hair again, guiding you away from his balls. “Open.” You did as Carlos said, flattening your tongue once again so he could tease the tip on it. “Mm, I’m gonna fuck your throat again and I want you to thank me for it once I’m done.”

“Yes sir.” You said in order to indulge him. You took him into your mouth, preparing yourself for his hip thrusts.

Carlos held your head still while he fucked your throat. His moans told you he was close, very close. “Yeah, shit, that’s it.” You moved your hands to his ass, groping the skin and spreading his cheeks as he fucked your mouth. He slowed his thrusts a bit when he spoke. “You like my ass don’t you, slut.”

You slapped his ass, making his cock twitch. “Sorry, sorry.” He laughed breathily then broke it with a moan. Carlos pulled his hips away but let his tip rest near your tongue while he needily stroked himself. “What do you say to your daddy? What’d I tell you to say?”

You let out a pleasured, breathy moan. “Thank you, daddy.”

“Yeah, fuck, yeah.” Carlos jerked his cock quickly, pants constantly coming from him. His head tilted back and his chest heaved as his orgasm built. “Cumming!”

You closed your eyes when he cried out, feeling his seed shoot on your tongue and face. You rubbed his ass with both your hands in order to soothe him from his climax.

When you opened your eyes, Carlos was moving off your chest. He hovered over you on all fours, admiring his cum still on your face. You wiped it up with your finger and sucked it off. “Don’t swallow yet,” he advised. He took hold of your wrist and licked the bit of cum at the base of your finger.

Carlos leaned down and kissed you, the both of you moaning into one another’s mouths. “Papa tastes good, doesn’t he?”

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fandom-go-round · 2 years

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Can you do a one shot of a shy reader and Leon having a quickie with some grinding? Maybe in a dangerous area.

Warnings: Sex, Sexual Situations, Grinding, Penetrative Sex, Implied Canon Typical Violence, Implied Character Death, Semi Public Sex, Rough Sex, Sex with Implied Feelings, Mild Thigh Kink

You have no idea whose idea it was. Leon had grabbed you from the hallway, slamming you into an alcove and almost scaring you half to death. Ghostface swore behind you, both of you freezing and praying that he lost you. Your heartbeat thunders in your ears before it slowly disappears, your body going limp as you exhale.

Leon tenses underneath you, pulling back a little to look down at you. Your fingers are wrapped in his coat so he can’t go far and it’s only as he begins to pull away that you notice his leg is between yours. Your eyes go wide, glancing at him and then down, very aware of the thick muscle pushing against you. His thighs are so warm and the wall behind you in cold, encouraging you to push closer.

You don’t remember who moves first but your lips meet somewhere in the middle, Leon nipping at your lower lip and pushing his tongue into your mouth. He swallows all of your whimpers, pushing you against the wall and you can’t stop yourself from grinding against his thigh. The sound he makes is halfway between a curse and a groan, his own crotch rubbing against your leg.

There isn’t a lot of finesse as the two of you struggle out of your clothing, pants and underwear only pushed down as far as it’s needed. The two of you bonk heads and you can’t stop your giggle, Leon flashing you a smile before kissing down your neck. Finally, both of you are as ready as you can be and you bite back a groan as he pushes into you. Lube isn’t common so you have to endure the burn; whatever Leon is using it better than nothing at least.

Heartbeats begin to ring throughout the hallway again and you both tense, pushing closer and resisting the urge to move. Both of you can’t resist the urge to grind, Leon staying deep as you push against him. He’s pushing right against your sweet spot and you lean in closer, clenching around him and making Leon grit his teeth.

The two of you rock together slowly, looking around and trying to stay hidden. Ghostface runs down the hall and you freeze before starting to move again. Better move fast; no need to press your luck. Leon must agree because he pins you to the wall and begins to pound. You bite your hand, your other fingers digging into his shoulder. Hopefully you both cum soon; no need to tempt fate.

#dbd imagines #resident evil imagine #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy imagines #dbd leon #dead by daylight imagines #dead by daylight #resident evil x reader #re imagine #re leon

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sellyoursoulforagoodfic · 2 years

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Promptober Day 13

“Are you cold?”

Chris Redfield x reader

Word Count: 130

“Baby, you okay?” You found yourself asking that every, what felt like, every five minutes. “Are you cold?”

There was an amused quirk in Chris’s dark eyebrow when he looked up at you from where he was tinkering with the tank . . . thing. “Do I look cold?”

Warmth flooded your cheeks . “Well no, but . . .” You trailed off.

“In your own time, sweetheart,” he teased.

“This is a shitshow, alright?” you blurted, fighting past the embarrassment. “Nothing’s fine even though you keep saying it, and I worry.”

Chris stood to his towering height just so he could lean right back down and kiss you. “I’m as okay as I can be. Promise. Are you?”

“Same,” was what you settled on.

“Then help me with this thing, and let’s finish this.”

“Aye, aye.”

#chris redfield x reader #chris redfield imagine #reader insert #resident evil imagine #resident evil village imagine #re imagine

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preathuswnt · 2 years

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yes tobin

#tobin heath #christen press #preath #tobin heath and christen press #tobin and christen #woso couples #uswnt #re inc #woso #acfc #angel city #gay vibes #re inc membership #re imagine

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dylan-skel · 1 month

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I occasionally draw my take on MX, (aka, MARK) So I made a side by side comparison

#re imagine #mx #MARK #mario 85 #mario pc port

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azul-marie · 1 year

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— what’s in a name?

their favorite pet names for you. fem. reader. feat. leon, luis, ashley, ada.

leon —

very traditional. he likes the classic pet names the most: baby, sweetheart, darling are just a few of his favorites. he likes the sappiness behind the simplicity. and the way you light up when he addresses you as such. depending on his mood, he’ll even whip out some eye rollers to tease you with (honeybun, lovebug, mama). this is especially true when he wants to distract you and/or snatch your attention from what you’re doing. leon never uses pet names to demean you, however, and would instead use your actual name/nickname during serious circumstances.

luis —

very romantic, very suave. he calls you by nearly every affection in the book, should you manage to keep count. bonita, corazón, cariño, are his go-tos most of the time. luis also uses possessive labels such as mi vida, mi amorcito, mi linda when he’s feeling especially clingy. or when he’s hit with with a spot of jealousy and wishes to let everyone else know you’re taken. (it happens more often than not, as it were). he’s the type who uses pet names to annoy you during arguments only because he thinks he’s slick enough to charm you out of being upset with him. (he is, but that’s not the point). he seldom uses your name/nickname in most cases.

ashley —

cutesy and food oriented. she isn’t shy about calling you the sappiest, fluffiest pet names even around others, which in turn leads to plenty of cooing and awing over your sheepish reactions. sweet pea, pumpkin, cupcake are her faves. she reasons that because she loves sweet things, it only makes sense to call you by their names since she loves you even more. that, and they sound super cute to say. ashley tends to call you by name/nickname just as often though, therefore balancing the sweetness perfectly.

ada —

sultry, on the cusp of leading to more. she’s taciturn and cautious, but reserves just a little bit of herself for you and you alone. kitten, doll, beautiful are her usual choices. always spoken to you in a whisper, like a secret she wants heard by your ears only. ada hates to share, so she can’t have just anyone thinking they can address you the same way she does. she finds herself reserving these pet names during more intimate moments spent together. she uses your name/nickname the majority of the time, but will indulge you in a murmur should you ask politely.

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rc-imagines · 1 year

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RQs open!

Pretty new here, I do run a different fic blog, but I decided to make one specifically for Resident Evil!

Will probably make a post about what I will write and what I won’t write at some point, but for now the inbox is open and I’m ready to go!

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bowieandqueen11 · 2 years

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Dating Alcina Dimitrescu Would Include...

Request: Might I request what it would be like to date Alcina Dimitrescu from Resident Evil village?

Of course, here you go sweetheart! <3

Warning: slightly NSFW!

(I do not own Resident Evil or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @xuexiaos-xiyaos.)

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°

PLEASE look at this woman got to be honest I spent far too much of my time playing RE Village just running around Castle Dimitrescu trying to catch a sneak of her and getting her to come chase me lmao.

The two of you first meet when you take a lovely long weekend trip to some remote village in Eastern Europe, on the order from your parents to go visit one of your elderly distant relatives. Taking a break from trying to find a new job, you agree to their demands, not knowing that as soon as you stepped foot in this blooming freezing place one of Alcina’s daughters reported back to her mother that fresh blood had just entered the village.

‘Oh please, mother, can we go? It’s been so long since we’ve been able to play - to have fun with our food.’

Alcina squints out through her bedroom window, biting her bottom lip as she gazed out through the frost, searching for your form moving among the shadows. ‘No, my darlings. This one’s mine.’

At first, Alcina was dead-set on just gobbling you up (sadly, more literally in this sense), you just looked like such a tasty, sweet little thing. It had been an age since anything so fresh and adorable looking had come wandering near the Castle, and so she ordered her daughters to head straight out and to deliver you straight to her own personal boudoir. Locking you up as soon as they leave, giggling and sniffing into the air with a tempting sigh, Alcina prays that none of her brainless siblings have managed to catch their own scent of your presence yet.

But then, when she comes sweeping in all ready to deliver her long speech about who she is and what’s about to happen, you’re just... sitting there? With a pleasant, inviting and yet slightly confused smile on your face as you gaze up at this momentous woman towering before your chair?? And she feels some kind of pain she’s never felt before, and doesn’t realise yet is the first pang of love resounding through her thorny heart - some wide, gaping swallowing whole devouring her from the inside out. So, she decides to change her plans and take a seat down on the opposite chair by the fireside, offering you a goblet filled with some strange, sticky viscous liquid that you politely decline. She launches into polite conversation, ever the gentlewoman, and soon the two of you find that hours have passed with talk and even some laughter.

Even more pleasantly surprising is Alcina’s realisation that you’re not afraid of her - you haven’t even twitched an inch away once you both realise that her larger hand has been resting gently on top of your knee for quite a while. You gaze up at her, and smile, and from then on Alcina Dimitrescu’s heart is yours.

Plus, a few seductive jokes and winks from her end can never hurt in roping you in either.

The protective nature of Alcina kicks in from the day the two of you start dating. If she seemed ferocious before, by goodness does that determination to keep you safe increase tenfold when she’s courting. She secures every entrance, every inch laid bare to the elements of the castle, even going so far as to post ravens along every cliff crag to tally who enters and exits the Castle on a daily basis. She gifts you a bedroom near to hers - yet still a few doors away to allow you a sense of privacy, and to try and portray how desperately she wants you to feel safe and comfortable enough here to be able to call it your own home some day. Sometimes, though, you can still feel the walls shake as she claws slashes along the paper, feel the growls from her chest rumble like thunder within the pit of your own stomach as she patrols the halls, kept up to all hours of the night by the threat of her brother Karl, who decided to tease Alcina about how he was going to kick you out of the castle through the window of the top turret like a football.

You try to drag her outside, at least once in a while, just so you can get a feel for the mysterious village you now get to call your home. She always makes sure you’re tucked tight into her side though, barely able to move a muscle as you walk pressed into her ribcage. She’s also wrapped one of her fur coats around the two of you, so you look like a little ferret being dragged around the snow stained grounds. She snarls at every person that dares to look at the two of you in confused bewilderment for longer than two seconds, so you have to calm her down by taking her hand and kissing the inside of her palm, holding it cupped to your warm cheek when you’re done. She’s so flustered, you swear you can make out the steam pouring out of her ears and into the mist when you look up through the buttonholes.

Kisses!!! So many kisses!! She will only settle herself when the day has both started and ended with a kiss. Usually, you’re the one to initiate the kiss at night - this usually involves trying (unsuccessfully) to sneak up behind her while she’s hunched over, taking off her earrings and placing them back on their stand, or wiping off her lipstick gracefully as she looks into her dresser mirror. You jump around her back, trying to stretch your arms over its broad expanse and reach round her hair to press a few dozen kisses onto the sharp tendon of her neck. She chuckles at how cute your attempt is at trying to make her blush (she is quite ticklish though!), but pretends to swat you away until she’s finished undressing. You know you’re in for it, though, when she’s finally stripped down to her undergarments, and she comes stalking towards you with a devious grin lining her plump lips. You squeal and try to hide under the duvet as she comes crawling on all fours, slowly, up the bed, until she��s towering over you and has you pressed between the duvet and her chest. Then, she reaches down to work her magic against your lips, until your moans can be heard through every room in the vicinity.

Morning kisses are more sleepy, and delicate. They usually involve the two of you sitting on the sofa in the living quarters - her drinking blood, and you tasting the food some villagers have cooked and brought up to the kitchens for breakfast. Every so often, she’ll wipe her lips with a napkin and reach over to press a warm kiss against your squirmingly shy cheek, such a fond look in her eye that you nearly melt into a puddle of goo on the floor right there and then.

She’s an old, traditional romantic at heart, so she likes to try and charm you from time to time by teaching you some traditional dances she drags up from the outer recesses of her mind - the last memories of her biological mother. She turns on the gramophone, reaching out an arm for you as the music begins to swirl its golden notes into the air - yet you barely notice it, your every sense enveloped completely by Alcina as you place your fingers against her palm and let her tug you into her soft stomach. She’s so bloody tall though, that you have to stand on her toes, which makes her heart flutter with both amusement and a sense of true trust as she grabs onto your waist and allows her fingers to slowly and teasingly spread over the small of your back. Then, it’s just you, her, and timelessness.

If there’s a hint of anything, anything that she doesn’t like the look of, or feels wrong, she straight up just picks you up bridle style and starts running off into the horizon.

She adores it when you help her to do up the back zipper of her dresses. As she moves her hips, swish swish, from side to side, she uses the movement to try and hide the fact that her skin is breaking out into shivers every inch your fingers work up the curve of her spine.

Not going to lie, during candlelit dinners set out specially for your enjoyment, you’ll catch her watching you over the rim of her cup during every bite. A lot. Like, a lot, a lot. You’re just so ethereal - like long forgotten sunshine has bust through her chest and has set fire to every fibre of her dusty being - she’s just not used to seeing such exquisiteness... or bare flesh for many a year. She keeps having to fan herself with her hand, getting too hot under the collar and short of breath any time you cross your legs or move against the seat.

Family meetings don’t go very well, mainly because she only feels confident enough to start said meetings if you’re sitting securely on her lap, tucked under her chin. She’ll compromise with you sitting beside her, thigh tight against her colder one and hands clutched into tight fists on her lap, eyes continuously scanning the room. One time you chimed in with a clever suggestion about how to clean up the reservoirs down in Salvatore’s territory, and as she leant down with a smile to rub her nose against yours, she nearly got whip lash at how fast she turned to look at her brother. Karl, however, was having the time of his life pretending to throw kissy faces at the two of you... or he was, until he suddenly found himself fleeing for his life as Alcina’s claws chased him and smashed every standing stained glass window still left in the abandoned church.

Beckoning her to lean down so you can fix her tilted hats for her, which she thanks you for with a sweet kiss to the nose.

Sometimes she can become too wound up by everything. A lot of times she comes home only to spend hours pacing around her bedroom, ranting about this strange newcomer to the village called ‘Ethan Winters’ until she’s blue in the face and scratching claws into the trails of her dresses. You have to calm her down by literally dragging her by the arm and parading her back over to where you were perched on the bed, making her come down onto her knees until she’s leaning between your thighs and the two of you can comfortably make out for a while.

#resident evil #resident evil imagine #alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu imagine #alcina dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu headcanons #re #re imagine #resident evil village #re village #re village imagine #re 8 #resident evil 8

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