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Got inspired by this chapter!

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Resident Evil 6

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And when I'm back in Chicago, I feel it

Another version of me, I was in it

Oh, I wave goodbye to the end of beginning

(Goodbye, goodbye)🎶

Full pic here nsfw: here

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Armpit licking

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#artistic nudity #art #flower #tvirus-arts

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Arrested

Irons saving Weskers ass lmao

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“oh, your love is sunlight"

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Page one draft, Claire/Wesker fic

I have another spicy fic cooking but this time with Clesker. I've never written anything with Claire before and this has been really fun to write so far. Enjoy my first page draft. As always, thank you for reading 💜

The Raccoon City Police Department holding cells was a place one would not want to spend the night. Aside from being detained for whatever crime one would commit, the mountain town’s temperature could drop to freezing in an instant as soon as the sun hid away behind the peaks. The concrete cells were already dark, dingy and dripping with water from old unattended pipes.

However, Claire Redfield was rather unfazed by her current situation. The young woman relaxed flat on her back on a wooden bench with her hands laced behind her head. Her crossed leather biker boots swayed side-to-side as she hummed a tune. Despite the cold night, she was dressed in a pair of frayed denim shorts, a deep red and well worn leather jacket with a black tank-top underneath. The ponytail of her cherry red hair hung off the edge of the bench as she continued to blissfully hum away.

The sound of heavy boots quickly stomping and approaching disrupted Claire’s jaunty tune then a loud BANG!

“What the fuck, Claire?!” a young man’s voice shouted at her and echoed throughout the holding cells. His fist pounded the metal bars.

Claire sighed and nonchalantly rolled to her side to face her older brother, Chris, who stood on the other side of the bars. She rubbed her tired eyes and yawned.

“What do you want?” she said contemptuously.

Chris, dressed in his officer uniform, was hardly shocked at his little sister’s lack of concern. But then he caught the faint whiff of something sour and earthy emanating from within the cell.

“You’re high?!” Chris said in disbelief and ran his hands through his dark military cut hair, tempted to pull them out. Instead, he released a frustrated groan and punched at the metal bars again. The loud CLANG reverberated in the concrete box.

Claire was unmoved.

“I barely had any,” she yawned. “All it did was make me sleepy. And who hasn’t driven sleepy before?”

“Un-fucking-believable.” Chris shook his head and stared at his sister through the bars. He was fed up. “I’m not bailing you out this time.”

Finally, Claire began to stir. She held back her boiling detest as she sat up on the bench and stared back at him. “Good,” she said firmly. “Maybe you’ll finally fuck off for once.”

“Why are you doing this?” he asked. “I’ve worked so hard to keep you outta trouble since we were kids. Why are you still like this?”

Claire scoffed and crossed her arms. “You really don’t get it do you?”

“Stop giving me that attitude!” Chris yelled.

“Just leave me alone.” The rebellious sister crossed her legs and shut her eyes, indicating to her brother that she was tired of his presence. “With me in here, you’ll at least have the comfort of knowing your little sister is safe and sound.” Her tone was condescending. She smirked.

A hushed growl vibrated behind Chris’s clenched teeth. His nose and mouth twitched in anger just boiling beneath the surface. But he took in a deep breath and let out a defeated sigh. He couldn’t help but admit that his sister was right. She wouldn’t get in anymore trouble at least for now. He stepped away from the metal bars that separated the siblings.

“Fine,” he said. “You stay there. I’m not covering your ass anymore.”

With her eyes still closed, Claire hummed and brushed him off.

Chris gathered his losses and walked away still frustrated with the entire predicament. No matter how many times his sister got into trouble, he always protected her. And despite what he had just said, he still felt compelled to.

Nearly an hour had passed and Claire was finally feeling sober but also mentally drained. A tiny hint of regret start to flicker within regarding her situation. And it grew into concern on whether or not Chris would actually leave her in jail. She stood up and outstretched her limbs with a loud yawn. She paced back and forth in the small cell for a few minutes and looked down at the cold floor with a tired sigh.

“You must be the lovely Claire Redfield,” a deep and very distinct voice announced.

Surprised she didn’t hear anyone approaching, Claire quickly turned toward the bars in a bit of fright. Standing on the other side was a tall and well-built man dressed in dark blue and black police attire. But he had a crown of perfect blonde hair and a sharp gaze with the brightest blue eyes that it almost seemed unnatural.

“And you are?” Claire replied with a smug attitude.

The man chuckled with a peculiar charm. “Your brother did say you are quite the wild one.”

Claire scoffed. “Oh, Chris sent you. Great.”

“I wouldn’t use the term sent. I wanted to indulge your brother,” the man said then finally introduced himself. “Captain Albert Wesker.”

Claire crossed her arms and cocked her hip. “So, you’re his boss. I suppose you’re here to set me straight. He sent Barry to talk to me once. And now you?” She rolled her eyes.

Wesker grinned, intrigued by her rebellious nature. The exact opposite of the more disciplined brother. Like a stray and untamed cat versus a working dog controlling the herd. He reached for a set of heavy keys hanging from his belt and used one to unlock the jail cell. He firmly grasped a bar and slid open the cell in one motion while keeping his eyes on the stray cat in her cage.

“Come, dearheart. Let’s go for a ride.”

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Do not let the antishippers find the Got or House of the Dragon fandom cause they'll cry

Or Labyrinth, or Flowers in the Attic, or any one of Stephen King's books. It's almost as if the wider public understands that fiction can be both fucked up and entertaining without the need for a moral lesson following after, or that it's an indictment that you're going to partake in the things you read about.

Antis are so far removed from reality, and they have to remain that way in order to not have their beliefs constantly challenged and torn apart.

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Sexting

Full thing on my patreon! Here

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Whats that ass going to cost?

Stripper AU with my faves

Twitter has other parts but there's nudity

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I hope it isnt blurry when it posts ;o; I switched up how they actually meet, Claire isn't intimidated, and uses her seduction to either weird him out, or y'know ;) (this is old so the artstyles a little eh rough lol )

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Hannibal vs 70's Jack

I spelled lecter wrong oops

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Maybe if he was a little less fuckable we wouldn’t be in this mess