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boredwrites · 5 months

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Albert Wesker x fem reader

A surprise for @mrs-m-wesker Not proofread

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He knew something was up. From the moment he stepped in the quiet house, he knew. Usually Y/N would come running up to him when he got home with a big smile on her face. Or sometimes she would be gaming with her headphones on and wouldn't hear him come in over her laughing or yelling (which Albert thought was funny to hear). But she didn't come running up to him, nor did he hear her gaming. The house was silent. So silent, one could hear a pin drop. Something was up.

Albert put his coat away and set his sunglasses down on the counter before going to look for Y/N. She had to be here, right? Whenever she would leave the house before he got home, she would leave a note or send him a text letting him know. But there was nothing. In fact, he did not get any texts or calls from Y/N for the past few hours. Which led him to believe that she was asleep.

The stairs creaked under his weight as Albert climbed them. He didn't find Y/N anywhere downstairs. As he neared their shared bedroom, the door was pen and the light was off. She wasn't in there. He looked over at the spare room. The door was closed and there was a dim light coming from underneath the door. Albert frowned.

The both of them agreed that this spare room would be used for when either of them needed a break from, well, everything. This made Albert worry. But he knew better than to knock or try to open the door. Upsetting Y/N was the last thing he wanted to do, especially if she was in the spare room.

Albert turned away from the room and went back downstairs. Despite being tired from his long day, he wanted nothing more than to do something nice for Y/N. It may not have seemed like it, but she was the most important thing to him. He wanted to keep her safe and happy. He wanted to make her feel loved and comfortable around him, no matter what he had to do.

Picking up the phone, Albert grimaced at what he was about to do. But he would toughen it out like a man just for Y/N. Everything he did eventually circled back to her, proving that everything he did was for her, even the smallest of things. Albert kept an unreadable expression on his face as he dialed.

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Y/N laid in the bed of the spare room. She had streak marks on her face from previous tears and her eyes were red and puffy. She sniffled every few seconds. She just laid there in bed staring at the wall. It had been a bad day for her. She just wanted to be somewhere quiet. She heard Albert come in and come upstairs to check. She loved that he respected their rule of not bothering whoever was in the spare room.

About 45 minutes later, Y/N was startled from dozing by the doorbell ringing. That was odd. Why would Albert have company over? When did he ever invite someone? Unless it was girl scouts, or a salesperson, or-

Y/N bolted up. She smelled pizza. Albert had ordered pizza.

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Albert set the pizza boxes down on the table after he paid the delivery boy. He then went into the living room and grabbed the remote to browse through the streaming services that they had. He knew Y/N would smell the pizza and come down for it. Now, it was either that she would eat it with him as they watched something she picks, or she would go back upstairs. Either way, Albert was happy to do this for her.

Just as he propped his feet up on the ottoman, Albert heard the slight creaking of the steps. He looked over and smiled as he saw Y/N. Her hair was a tousled mess and her face was red and puffy and yet she was still the most beautiful thing Albert ever laid his eyes upon.

"Darling," Albert acknowledged her with a slight nod.

"Hi," Y/N said, her voice cracked and a little bit groggy.

Albert expected Y/N to go straight for the pizza, picking out the slices she deemed the best. But instead, she shuffled to the couch and sat down next to him. She put her head on his bicep and sighed heavily.

"Bad day?" Albert asked. He brought his hand up to smooth out Y/N's hair, being careful with any knots.

Y/N simply nodded. She closed her eyes as she reveled in Albert's touch. Her body relaxed next to his. He placed a tender kiss to her head, keeping his lips there for a second longer. When he pulled away, Y/N lifted her head and looked at the pizza boxes, then down at the remote in Albert's hand. She smiled.

What would she do without him?

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boredwrites · 5 months

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Albert Wesker x gn reader

A little something for @mrs-m-wesker. Just a list of small scenarios.

Please keep in mind that I am not familiar with the Resident Evil game series. Most of what I'm going off of is from Dead by Daylight. Plus maybe a little modern au stuff.

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Sometimes Albert would come home so late in the night that you would already be asleep. And on these nights, he would find you on his side of the bed which is the side closest to the bedroom door. After he finishes his nighttime routine, he would slide in bed behind you, wrapping his arms around your body and squeezing just enough to wake you up.

"You're on the wrong side of the bed," he would say. He would then turn over, taking you with him so then his back was facing the door and you were facing the wall.

Albert would claim that it's just a preference, but really, he does it because he's protective. If anything should happen in the middle of the night, he will be closest to the door and fastest to take action and keep you safe.

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While it's sometimes difficult for him to show it, Albert is a very romantic person when he's with the right one. He has his own way of showing his love.

Whenever you're working on something, or just standing, he loves coming up behind you and kissing your hair, getting a good whiff of it while doing so. Sometimes his arms stay hanging by his side, only his lips and nose touching you. But sometimes he places a hand or two on your waist, his pinky going under your shirt just to get the slightest touch of your skin.

Sometimes, when he's in the right mood, he dips his head a bit lower to your neck. Soft kisses litter your neck, along with a few little nips here and there. Nothing too extravagant. He prefers the more intimate acts to remain in the bedroom.

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Though he may seem disinterested, Albert loves it when you talk about your interests. Whether that be a TV show, a video game, or your favorite animal. He loves the way you brighten up whenever you can talk about it. He also remembers almost every detail because it's, y'know, you.

"Yes, dear, I'm listening," he would let you know, and then prove that he was listening. "You said that you went against the least played killers in the game, which happens to be your friend's favorite characters. Did you tell her this happened?"

He just loves hearing your voice and he pays attention, even though it may not seem like it. He's starting to teach himself the habit of nodding and humming to your rantings to let you know he's listening.

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Albert doesn't compliment you all the time, but when he does, it's one you will remember.

"The universe is envious of your beauty."

"Those garments are a painting on you, my love."

"Darling, you put the light from the stars to shame."

He is very romantic with his compliments and he intends on leaving you flustered after every one.

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Albert loves kissing you. Your lips, forehead, hair, hands, neck. Anywhere he can reach. He's a gentleman, so his favorite place to kiss you when you're in public is the back of your hand, along with the occasional peck or two on the lips. But in private, he's everywhere where you'll let him. Especially insecurities.

He will always kiss your insecurities away, no matter how much it will take. He will never tolerate you being insecure or self conscious of any part of your body. If he hears you talking bad about yourself or sees you looking at yourself in the mirror with unhappiness, he will be at his knees. Literally.

"Please, my darling. Please see yourself the way I see you. You're more beautiful than a thousand moons."

#albert wesker #wesker #albert wesker x reader #wesker x reader

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boredwrites · 6 months

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Please please please someone send me romantic Charlotte Deshayes requests. I must feed myself and others who are just as obsessed with her as I am

#dbd #dbd x reader #dead by daylight #dead by daylight x reader #dbd twins #dbd twins x reader #dead by daylight twins #dead by daylight twins x reader #Charlotte deshayes #charlotte deshayes x reader

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boredwrites · 6 months

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New World Stowaway

Charlotte Deshayes x fem reader

Part one | Part two (coming soon)

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Charlotte managed to get herself hired by a French trading company. She was hired for her strength and agility, despite her size. Victor came with the package deal.

Her jobs were to load and unload heavy cargo, as well as keep it in place below deck. That's where she spent the majority of the voyages, away from the crew. She knows they only tolerate her and Victor to keep their jobs.

It stayed the same when you, your father and your brother scraped enough money to hitch a ride across seas. Charlotte was always wary of newcomers. She made sure to make the very least amount of contact with you and your family.

That was, until your brother went exploring without permission. He would come running up from the lower deck screaming and crying about a monster with two heads.

When the crew forced introductions, you were fascinated by the conjoined twins. It was the first time you've ever seen something like this. Charlotte noticed but didn't know what to think of it. A normal person not having any ill thoughts about her or her brother? Very curious.

After initial introductions, you wanted to get to know the twins a bit more. You would spend a few hours a day spending time with them in the lower deck. Charlotte was quiet, giving only head nods and shakes and dry, quiet answers. Victor gave obnoxious nods and shakes accompanied by growls and broken speech.

Charlotte noticed how comfortable Victor had become with you. She was still wary, but figured that if her brother liked you, then you were okay.

Before long, you had begun to grow feelings for the mysterious, taller twin. She was as beautiful as she was quiet. And you couldn't help but watch as she moved the cargo that even you couldn't pick up if you tried. Her blue coat hugged her muscles just right, giving you quite the show.

Charlotte, on the other hand, was rocking in the same boat. She couldn't help but love your kindness and patience. She loved watching you interact with her brother and treat him like a normal human being. She often caught you staring, but she noticed it wasn't out of disgusted curiosity. Your stares were full of admiration. Something Charlotte hasn't been given since her mother died. She loved it.

One night, while most of the crew were asleep, Charlotte took this time to come out from below deck. She loved the silence and peacefulness of the night. She often came up here to enjoy the limited peace instead of sleeping. But that time it was different. It was that night that you couldn't sleep.

Throughout the night, you talked to the Deshayes twins. Victor answered with his typical growls and broken speech. But this time, Charlotte talked more than you'd ever heard before. She told you stories about her life. You learned about where they came from and what their lives were like before the trading company. It broke your heart.

That was the night Charlotte came to a conclusion. You were her favorite person, aside from Victor. You made her feel safe and seen and validated. You made her smile more than any other person had aside from her brother. You were special.

From that point onward, she favored every moment with you. She emerged from the lower deck more often despite the crew's dismay. She wanted to spend the most time with you. She dreaded the day the voyage would come to an end. But for now, she took nothing with you for granted.

It was in the middle of another sleepless night when you two discovered your feelings for each other. Charlotte was a bit more quiet in fear of rejection. When you told her that the feelings were mutual, she was the happiest girl in the world. You two shared an awkward first kiss. You were worried that Victor would be repulsed by the lovey dovey stuff but you were reassured that he was very happy for his sister. He was beyond glad to see his sister so happy.

Every morning after that, you visited her below deck and kept her company while she did her job. She didn't shy away from your gaze when she worked. In fact, she showed off her strength, revelling in your looks of awe.

Sometimes Charlotte would hunker down and take a short nap. You took this time to keep Victor entertained with books you brought with you and stories passed down through your family and friends. He sat surprisingly still during this, either for Charlotte as to not wake her or he was actually entertained, you didn't know.

Sometimes, though, some of the crew thought they could get away with certain things, like harassing you when they thought no one was looking. Oh, how wrong they were. One look at the men making you uncomfortable made Charlotte see red. But due to her needing to keep this job, she kept it under control. She only intimidated the men and scared them off. But she wanted to hurt them so bad.

From then on, she would fuss over you over every little thing. Where did that cut come from? Did you get enough sleep last night? They're not bothering you, are they?

As the voyage started closing to an end, Charlotte seemed a lot less happy and you knew why. You weren't happy either. You didn't have any experience working on a ship like this, so there was no way you could get yourself hired.

When the time came for you to part ways with her, there were a lot of silent tears. Even Victor was sad to see you go. As you gave her one last kiss, you remembered all the happiness you shared during the voyage. The not-so-sneaky glances, secret kisses in the lower deck, sharing your life stories with each other under the stars. You sure were going to miss it all.

You promised her that on your way home, you will try your best to buy a voyage on the same boat, even if you had to wait for her to come back.

It was poetic, in a sense. Two star-crossed lovers separated by the sea, promised to come back to each other.

#dbd #dbd x reader #dead by daylight #dead by daylight x reader #dbd twins #dbd twins x reader #dead by daylight twins #dead by daylight twins x reader #charlotte deshayes #charlotte deshayes x reader #deshayes twins #deshayes twins x reader

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boredwrites · 7 months

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Reblogging on every one of my blogs because people need to know what this person is doing.

Listen and Learn

Pairing: Alexia Putellas x Female!Reader

Word Count: 3,7k

Warnings: mommy kink?, punishment, brat!tamer Alexia, spanking, overstimulation, degradation, mean!Alexia, mentions of aftercare

Summary: you misbehave at an important event with Alexia, she puts you in your place.

A/N: this is an old request, also back with my Alexia smoker agenda lol

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Alexia’s really pissed off; she’s genuinely infuriated. You were embarrassing her; in front of a lot of people who mattered. Important people, who determined what was going to happen with her future. She brought you to the banquet because she wanted to share this moment with you. She wanted to show you off to her peers and brag that you were supportive, and the best girlfriend that she could ask for, but you weren’t being supportive.

You sit yourself down to sulk; spinning your straw around in your drink. You let out an agitated sigh. It’s boring here. Not only was it boring, Alexia hasn’t paid attention to you the entire night. You thought that she was going to show you off, you even bought a new dress for this! But she didn’t seem to pay you any mind.

She seemed really interested in all the other people here though. From your point of view, Alexia has spent the whole night bragging to them about her accomplishments. You’ve seen her arm get rubbed in amazement more times than you can count; it didn’t matter to you that they were just being friendly, that was your arm to rub. That was your girlfriend to praise. Every time you tried to insert yourself into conversation, Alexia brushed you off. If she was already treating you like you were embarrassing her; you’d do it for real.

Alexia walks over to the table you’re sitting at. “Hey, can you get up for me? Want you to meet someone.”

You look up at her. “Oh, now you want to show me off?”

“What are you talking about? Been trying to get you to meet people all night.” She puts a hand on your shoulder and rubs it up and down; a signal for you to stand.

“I don’t want to meet anyone.”

She scoffs; puts her pointer and thumb on the bridge of her nose and squeezes. “Please, baby, I really can’t deal with this right now.”

“Fine” You say, standing and lacing your arm through her’s.

You walk over to an older man in a tux. Alexia smiles politely at him.

“Doctor Garcia, I’d like you to meet my girlfriend.” She says.

You shake his hand, trying your hardest to act like you want to be there.

“So nice to meet you. You know, you have a rather impressive girlfriend. Miss Putellas is one of the best players I’ve ever seen.”

“Yeah, she does well to remind me.” You reply. You see Alexia give you a look from the corner of your eye. The look isn’t a kind, loving one. The look says be fucking polite.

Luckily for you, the Doctor laughs and pats Alexia on the shoulder. “She’s a firecracker, huh!”

“That’s one word for her.” Alexia says. Now it’s your turn to shoot her a look, she ignores you, continuing her conversation with the Doctor.

After they talk about the award that Alexia received, he says goodbye to you both, walking away to mingle.

“Come here,” Alexia says. Before you can even ask her where, she’s yanking your arm and dragging you behind her.

You feel like a dog being yanked by the leash, her strong arms left no room to shimmy out of her hold; forced to go where she wanted. She pulls you into a family restroom and locks the door.

“Dios Mío! (oh my god) What is wrong with you? That was embarrassing!” You practically yell at her, placing your hands on your hips.

“Embarrassing? I’m embarrassing you? You’ve been a brat the whole fucking night, sitting there with a goddamn pout on your face.” Alexia says back at the same volume. You’re sure if anyone walked by they could hear you, but neither of you seemed to care.

“I’m not being a brat, you’re not paying attention to me.”

“That’s because this isn’t about you. I wanted to bring you here so I could show everyone how supportive you are; how much patience and love you show me even though I am so busy with Football, but I guess they don’t get to meet that version of you!” Alexia yells at you, clearly frustrated with your attitude and accusations.

You’re rendered silent. You guess you don’t know what you thought this was going to be, maybe you had a different idea of the evening than Alexia did. You slowly start to realise that you may be in the wrong; that you may have created some narrative in your head that Alexia was ignoring you when really, she was trying to include you.

Alexia sees you thinking, “What?”

“I’m sorry.”

Alexia stands in shock, but she doesn’t let it show. She turns around and rubs a hand over her face. You’ve never apologised so fast. Usually it took a lot of coaxing to make you realise that you’ve done something wrong, but not this time. “Sorry for what?”

“For– y’know,” you wave your hands around. Saying sorry was one thing, but you know what she really wanted from you; she wanted you to say you were being a brat; that you had been bad and embarrassed her.

“No, I don’t know.”

You whine, “Alexia, you do know.”

“Listen, here’s what we’re gonna do; we’re gonna stay for thirty more minutes, and then we’re going to go home, and I’m gonna make you say why you’re sorry, alright?”

Tears well in your eyes. Alexia was relentless when it came to punishments. Even if you told her what she wanted to hear after the first ten minutes, there was no stopping her. It’s like she became a completely different person. With how mad she looked, you knew you were in for it tonight. Suddenly, you want to stay at the banquet, afraid of what will happen when you step foot into your joint bedroom.

Alexia watches as you fiddle with your hands, and despite how angry she was, she takes a deep breath and walks over to you. She lifts up your chin and plants a kiss to your forehead, reminding you that no matter how much you piss her off, she’ll never stop loving you. She walks out of the bathroom, swinging the door open and extending a hand behind her so that you would grab on. You quickly lace your fingers into her, allowing her to pull you out of the small room. The rest of the time you’re there, you try your hardest to stay on your best behaviour. This time, it’s harder, because you’re studying your every movement to make sure it won’t piss Alexia off even more; scared of what the girl would do to you if you kept acting up even after the talk. You do well the rest of the night though, and when Alexia says her goodbyes, you cling extra hard to her arm; looking for comfort in the girl who’s about to put you in your place.

When you get into Alexia’s car, she pulls her box of cigarettes out of her glove box; grabbing one and lighting it. A familiar pop song is playing on the radio, and there’s wind blowing through Alexia’s cracked open window.

She takes a long drag and looks over at you, “You know you can say stop at any time, right?” She exhales the smoke.

“Yeah,” you answer, meekly.

“I’m serious.”

“I know.”

The rest of the drive is silent. Alexia finishes her cigarette and lights another one. You wish she would let you smoke one, but every time you ask, she gives you a lecture about how she wishes she never started and how bad they are for you. Since you were already in for a lecture about another thing; you figure it’s best to not ask her for another one. She pulls into her spot at the apartment complex. Alexia steps out of the car and comes over to your side, opening the door and offering a hand to help you out. You gladly take it; happy to soak up the last bits of nice Alexia before she completely turns on you. She walks behind you as you go up the stairs to your door. She uses her key to unlock it, and you both walk in. Alexia throws the keys onto the table that sits by the door.

“You know how I want you.” She says. It feels like her voice has already dropped lower.

You nod your head at her and walk into the bedroom, stripping off your dress and undergarments. You bend over the bed. Your legs kick up a few times, a nervous tick that only comes out in this situation. The waiting was brutal. You knew that Alexia was in the kitchen preparing a glass of water and making sure the aloe vera gel was in the fridge so that when the punishment ended she’d be ready for aftercare, but it didn’t stop the anxiety from creeping in.

You hear Alexia’s footsteps come closer and you fix your position; knowing it’ll only be worse if she catches you slacking. Alexia sighs and rubs a hand up and down your back, it slowly starts to trail down to your ass.

“Do you know why you’re in trouble?”

“Yes,”

“Tell me why I’m punishing you.”

She grabs a handful of your ass and releases a few times; it distracts you for a moment. She pats it lightly to remind you of the question. “Was a brat, embarrassed you in front of your friends and the barca staff”

“That’s right. You just can’t help yourself, can you? Always have to act up when I need you to be good. The night could’ve gone so much different, eh bebé?” (huh baby) Alexia moves around the bed and squats down so that she’s face to face with you. She pouts when she sees the tears welling in your lower lash line. “Poor girl, now you have to be put in your place. Can’t have you doing that again, right?”

You sniffle, “No,”

“No,” she mocks. She takes a deep breath and stands, moving back to where your ass is in the air. “Gonna give you ten, alright?”

“Okay,”

She starts slowly rubbing up and down your ass again. She loves to work you up; loves to get your energy so high that you listen for every shift of her body. It works every time. After a while, you can’t help but become hyper aware of everything that’s happening in the room. You’re back arches against your will; Alexia’s movements turn you on although that’s not the point of them right now.

She scoffs, and lands the first smack to the right side of your ass. You yelp at the sting. She spanks you twice more on the same cheek before grabbing it harshly. You push your head into the bedsheets, letting your tears make a stain. She moves her hand to the left side, delivering three more hits to even out the punishment. Your tears were falling silently before, but now you can’t help but let out sobs at the pain on your ass.

Alexia pulls you up by the hair, forcing you to stop hiding. “You see what bad girls get? They get a spanked ass and no mercy from their mommy.”

“I’m sorry!” You wail.

“You’re gonna be.”

She smacks the spot where your ass meets your thigh on both sides. You’ve always hated when she does this; you couldn’t sit comfortably in a chair for a few days when she hits that spot. She delivers two more hits to each cheek and steps back. She lets you cry for a bit and admires her work. She loves how easy it is to break you. She just has to tell you you’re a bad girl a few times and give you a couple of smacks and you’re apologising; begging to show her how good you could be. That wasn’t enough for Alexia though. She wanted you completely at her mercy. She wanted to turn your brain into mush so that you couldn’t even imagine ever being bad again.

She decides she’s spent enough time looking at your backside and walks back up to you, flipping you over on the bed so that you were looking into her eyes. She doesn’t break eye contact as she shoves a hand down between your bodies, swiping a finger through your folds. You watch her pupils dilate as she realises how wet you are.

“Seriously, cariño?” (sweetheart) You don’t say anything in response, you’re not sure if the embarrassment or the fear took over, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to answer her. “You’re disgusting, you know that? Can’t believe you’re getting off on this. It’s supposed to be a punishment.”

“Sorry,” you mumble.

If Alexia was good at one thing, it was making you embarrassed. You don’t even care though, because her finger is still running up and down your folds, gently touching your clit every once in a while. You try not to jump at the shock of electricity it sends through you when she touches it because you don’t want her to stop. Unfortunately, she catches on and removes her hand.

“Move up.”

You comply and go to the top of the bed. Alexia stays close to you as she makes her way up too. It makes you feel so small; it makes you feel hunted. You sit up on your elbows once you’re at the top of the bed. She smooths her hand over your stomach and glances down, looking at how your hips twitch every time she moves it lower.

“Want me to touch you, bebé?” (baby)

“Yeah,” you say, basically a whisper.

“Think you deserve to be touched?”

A frown pulls at your lips, “No,”

She mirrors you and puts on a faux frown, “That’s alright, mommy will take care of you.”

Before you know it, Alexia’s made a home between your legs and her tongue is diving between your folds. She laps at your cunt like it’s her last meal. You gasp at the sudden sensation and buck your hips, trying to grind on her face. Her nose hits your clit and you feel dizzy. The pleasure is too much. The punishment paired with Alexia’s degrading words already had you reeling, and now you felt your headspace start to slip. Your ears feel stuffed with cotton as you whine at the strong girl below you. She licks a particularly sensitive spot and your thighs try to squeeze together, but her shoulders stop you. You put a hand on top of her head, trying to slow her down or reposition her, you weren’t sure at this point.

“Close– I’m close, mommy”

She hums into your cunt, but doesn’t give you permission. You whine, trying to remind her of your predicament while also trying to focus on not coming. You feel like you’re about to fall over the edge. The hand on top of her head is now trying to push her away. You didn’t want to come without permission, but you knew you would if she didn’t stop. Suddenly, Alexia’s mouth is off of your cunt. You gasp; legs snapping closed at the ache that’s left behind.

You try your hardest not to say anything about the orgasm slipping away; knowing that Alexia hates complaining. She had you believing you would be able to come for a split second. It felt like you could have reached out and grabbed it.

“Bad girls don’t get to come.” Alexia pants.

You start crying for what feels like the millionth time that night. Alexia pushes your legs back open, inserting two thick digits into your weeping hole. You basically scream at the intrusion; sensitive from the ruined orgasm.

“So fucking easy to get you to be my good girl again, isn’t it? Just needed to be put in your place, didn’t you?” Alexia says.

You’re not paying attention; head floating away from the amount of pleasure you’re getting from her fingers thrusting in and out of you. Alexia grabs your face with her free hand, forcing you to look at her and focus on what she's saying.

“Dumb girl, get you all full and messy and you can’t even talk.”

The cruel words send a wave of arousal through you, and Alexia smirks when she feels it.

You feel the knot tighten again, and your brows furrow; your mouth forms an ‘o’. Alexia notices, watches you closely; sees how far she can push you before you break. Your mouth closes and you pull your bottom lip into your mouth, biting hard so that you focus on the pain from that and not your impending orgasm. Right when you feel the wave start to come, Alexia pulls her fingers out of you, wiping them on your stomach.

“No!” You shout this time.

Alexia doesn’t even entertain you. She moves off the bed and goes to the closet, getting out the box that holds her black strap. As she puts it on, she watches you on the bed. You’re holding your tits for comfort as your legs shake. You have your eyes closed, and you’re taking big, deep breaths. Alexia makes sure the strap is secure and walks back over to the bed. You open your eyes when you feel the bed dip down. You’re met with the thick silicone and you can’t help but gulp. Again, Alexia watches your reaction. She’s always been a watcher, it’s what gets her turned on. Seeing the effect she has on you; how her words, her hands, her strap mess with your head in their own way. After you’ve been dating this long, she knows exactly how you’ll react to whatever she draws out, but she loves to watch you every time.

“Gonna let mommy fuck you, bebé? (baby) If you’re really good, I’ll let you come, okay?”

Before she’s even finished the sentence fully you blurt out, “Yeah, gonna let you fuck me.”

Alexia laughs, “So desperate,”

She lines up the silicone cock with your hole and presses in gently. You’re already pretty stretched out from her fingers, and you’re certainly wet enough, but she still wants to be a bit gentle. She knows that the strap can sting sometimes; she also knows that you’ve learned your lesson by now. Once her hips meet yours, Alexia lets out a grunt. Sometimes she feels like she can feel it; can feel how tight you’re squeezing her and how warm & wet you are. She knows the strap isn’t attached to her; knows that she can’t feel it, but that doesn’t stop her from pretending she can.

“Fuck, so tight, conejita” (bunny) She grunts out, edging the strap out before pushing it back in again, setting her pace. “Feels good, yeah?”

“Feels so good, mommy. So good.” You moan out.

Alexia rearranges your limbs, putting your legs over her shoulders so she can make sure you really feel it all. You shiver at the new position, when Alexia slides out and back in, she hits your g-spot perfectly.

“Oh God,” you say.

Alexia loses herself in your cunt. She’s not able to focus on anything other than how wet you are; how the strap thrusts in and out of you. She focuses on how badly she wants to make you come and how the strap has started to rub her clit perfectly. She uses a hand to grab your tit, squeezing it over and over again as she picks up her pace. This is another version of Alexia. Long gone is the chivalrous Alexia, and even punishment Alexia. This Alexia wants to make you come over and over again until you’re asking her to stop. She wants to please you until you’re sick of the pleasure.

“Shh, you’re okay. Gonna make you feel so good now. Mommy’s not mad anymore. Just need you to come for me.” Alexia says.

Your legs start to shake harder as your orgasm approaches for the third time that night. You feel it come closer and closer, threatening you. You’re scared to ask; not sure if Alexia’s still playing games with you.

“Really need–”

Alexia cuts you off, “Go ahead, you've been so good for me.”

Her words allow the wave to crash into you. Your whole body shakes as Alexia fucks you through your orgasm. Your head spins as you come back down to the room. Alexia’s hips haven’t stopped once.

“Too much– can’t,”

“Yes you can. You can, princesa (princess). You’re gonna come with mommy, okay? We’re gonna come together. Take a deep breath for me, they’re you go. I’m almost there, just let me– fuck.”

Alexia talks you through it, but also talks herself through it. If she knows you’ll come with her, she won’t be able to stop herself. She takes her eyes off of your cunt so she can watch how your face contorts at the overstimulation. She’s ready to tip over the edge and she sees that you are too.

“Come, come now.”

You do as she says. Alexia’s hips finally stop, the strap finds its home deep in your cunt, keeping you full while you spin out from your second orgasm of the night.

Alexia speaks first, she quietly mutters that she’s taking the strap out of you, knowing that you won’t be able to understand her anyway. You let out a small breath at the removal, and your legs fall down onto the bed. Alexia massages your calf, and leans up to place a kiss on your forehead.

“Hi,” you mumble.

Alexia smiles at you, “Hi, pretty.”

“Are you still mad at me?”

“Nah, was never mad; could never be mad at you, sweet girl.”

You smile back at her. She gives your calf one last squeeze before getting off the bed. You whine; asking her where she’s going in your own blissed out way.

“Gonna get you water, okay? Be right back.”

You nod and close your eyes. You shift and feel your ass sting.

“Ow,” you whisper.

Although it does hurt, you’re happy to have a small reminder of Alexia left on you.

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boredwrites · 7 months

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Reblogging on every one of my blogs because people need to know what this person is doing.

Hey you are so incredibly talented! I read “3 is better than 2” and I was so blown away!!! I was wondering if you could write a little blurb/ or headcannons about Mapi being a dom, like what pushes her buttons and what punishments she likes to give out? And like the reader could be really outgoing normally but in bed she’s submissive and bratty !! All goods if not hope ur having an awesome day !!!💖💖💖

Disobedience

Mapi wouldn’t always be controlling of what you wear. If that’s your style she wouldn’t expect you to change, she’d just have to make it extra fucking clear that you were off limits to others. If it’s not your usual attire, she’d keep a close eye on you whenever you're out, and maybe her mouth will twist downwards in displeasure when you announce that this is what you’re wearing out but she wouldn’t scold you for it. She’d tell you that you look beautiful, like always, and silently groan at the thought of how many arguments she’s going to start tonight

But, let’s say you’re wearing it specifically to get a reaction out of her. Mapi’s too bright to not notice you intentionally flirting or bending over in front of others unnecessarily. So while you’re heading home, a cheeky smile on your face while you cling to Mapi’s bicep she asks you what exactly you want.

You’re sure you’re gonna get it when you get home, but when she goes to make dinner as you go through the door you ask, “Aren’t you going to punish me?”

When Mapi freezes, you know it came out a little more enthusiastic than you intended. She turns on you with a raised eyebrow, lips slightly turning upwards as she fights a smile.

“Why would I punish you? It’s not like you disobeyed me.” Her eyes narrow on you anxiously fiddling your hands and she allows that smirk too slowly spread across her face.

“Well, I wore this outfit?” You try, only to elaborate as she raises an eyebrow again and gives a little head shake at you. “I mean, I shouldn't have worn something so revealing.”

Mapi approached you slowly while you gave her your pitiful explanation, stopping in front of you when she could reach out a hand and cup your face, tilting it upwards to accentuate the height difference.

“Again, you didn’t intentionally disobey me. You can wear what you want.” Your face puckers in annoyance as you catch onto her teasing. A thumb brushes over your cheek with a chuckle from her. “You’re a good girl, aren’t you? You wouldn’t intentionally wear a slutty little outfit, bend over in front of strangers, or prompt them to feel you up, right?”

Her voice hardens with each word, the grip on your face becoming a little tighter. A sigh of relief nearly escapes you.

Finally.

The thing with Mapi is she catches on quickly. She knows when you’re acting out for a punishment, whether that be a spanking, a rough fucking until you nearly break, or both. Mapi, bruised from training, tired and a little grumpy that she couldn’t have a night off, isn’t going to give you what you want. Since you want her hands on you so much, she deprives you of that. The brief contact she gives you only lasts long enough to tie you to the bed and attach a vibrator to your thigh. She spends the night relaxing, enjoying the show of you begging for her touch, begging her to cum, only for her to deny you of both.

You clearly need some obedience training, so she works on that with you.

Training started in the bedroom with a bullet vibrator. The faster you responded to commands, the shorter the time she deprived you of those delicious vibrations against you. If she told you to lick, your lips had better be on her skin, whatever’s closest to you. Up can either mean trail your lips up until she tells you enough or that’s good, or it can mean you need to get off her lap because she’s getting up. If it’s the latter, she’ll usually pair it with a gentle smack to your thigh. A short, sharp whistle is to get your attention and usually means you’re bratting too close to the sun and her patience is running low.

See below for what happens when you ignore her commands

Mapi is anything but predictable. She’ll figure out exactly what you want and make sure you don’t get it. She catches on to how eager you are to be over her lap, how you present your ass to her with more enthusiasm than she’ll allow.

“You want me to break you, baby? Okay.” And she’ll start working her fingers into you. The most she’s ever got is three of her thick digits inside so you’re a little concerned when she works a fourth one in. Cold lube drips down your ass and onto her fingers when you feel her thumb prodding at your hole that’s currently stretched beyond what you’re used to. She’s patient and gently works you open until her whole hand is inside you and your wailing, because it’s too much, too much, too much. Her free arm holds you tight and prevents you from squirming away as she wrings orgasms out of you until your brain melts out of your ears, and then she’s asking you about the rules and what her commands mean, making you recount all of them because she’ll only stop when you repeat them to her correctly.

You’re so full, too full for how oversensitive you are and how she flutters her fingers inside you teasingly. That arm of hers has an unbreakable hold on you from where you’re laid across her lap, heaving like you’ve ran a marathon and only just recovering your sight from your last orgasm.

“Please, Mapi, please-” You can’t articulate much more than that and she thankfully cuts in.

“You want to stop?” You nod your head frantically, falling for the false comfort as her fingers run across your sweaty hair. The fingers inside you flutter again and you nearly jolt off her lap, kept in place by the ones around the back of your neck. “Let’s go over the commands again, to make sure this lesson stuck.”

Those fingers go to that swollen, spongy spot she’s been abusing and using to make your ears ring.

“I can’t- I can’t focus-”

“No? Then maybe you will when you come again.”

If you’re back talking her or aim a nasty expletive her way, your mouth is getting washed out. Whether it be with her cum or lube, she’ll give it some use. If it’s the former, she’s sitting on your face until you go red. If it’s the latter, she’s slathering it on a dildo and deepthroating you, making sure she gets far down in there to really clean it out.

She always keeps you on your toes so you’ll never know how she’ll react. When you’re giving her a particularly nasty attitude, she’ll see right through you. Your snark and sass are your defence for when you’re feeling neglected or when you’re aching for a bit of structure in your life. Instead of pulling you over her knee, Mapi will cup your face and coo at you, tone soft no matter how much attitude you throw at her, and coax you into telling her what you want. Your confession is rewarded and she fucks you good, and you’re infuriated with the way she kisses your face as she does it. She’s successfully broken you out of your fit with loving touches even as she’s pounding into you hard. You fell for it, being her good little girl and letting the facade break away, your lucky if it doesn’t bring frustrated tears to your eyes.

It’s the hardest you've came and you’re humiliated.

“See? I can take care of my baby. There’s no need to be a brat.” Another deep, hard thrust before she pulls out gently, like you’re made of glass. Like you hadn’t been purposefully making her angry all day. Tears well in your eyes at the guilt and you decide that perhaps this is the worst punishment she could’ve given you.

“I know, I know, you poor thing. Have I not been giving you enough attention?” Her softness pushes those tears until they overflow and she has to kiss them away with maddening sweetness, knowing damn well she’s been giving you plenty of attention, or as much as she can between work. You’re situated to where she can bring her flesh hand to your head and cradle you to her breast as those hard thrusts slow when you come down from your high. “It’s okay, baby i’m here.”

“Such a good girl for me. See where it gets you when you ask nicely?”

You’re incredibly well behaved for the next few days, lest she break you with that honeyed attention again.

Sometimes not giving you what you want is the way she decides to go and instead of giving you the punishing sex you need, she takes you apart with gentle touches and slow lovemaking for hours. You’re crying for her to push you until you break but she mockingly shakes her head at you, saying she knows exactly what her baby needs.

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YIPPEE

Okokokok so I have this ADORABLE idea. So we all know how with the Deshayes twins, Charlotte goes into a still, dormant state while Victor is out and about. Imagine, if you will, survivor reader (she/her and established relationship) takes this as an opportunity to put flowers in Charlotte's hair as a cute little surprise. The reader getting caught or not is up to you!

AAAAH REQUEST FOR MY BELOVED CHARLOTTE YESYESYES THIS IS ADORABLE

Charlotte Deshayes x female reader

- Charlotte is exhausted. It has been a long day of trials and she wants nothing more than to take a looong nap. Victor, however, is still full of energy and will not remain still, so he crawls out of his sister's chest cavity and wanders off while she is asleep

- When you stumble across the boy, worry fills your mind. He is never away from his sister unless he is hunting someone down. You approach Victor, who startles you a bit when he jumps and embraces you, playfully touching your face

- You giggle and hold him properly, asking him about Charlotte's whereabouts. He looks toward the hut. Judging by Victor's calm behaviour, your girlfriend must be resting. You smile as an idea comes to mind

- With Victor still holding on to you, you walk toward the spot your dates usually take place in: a clearing with beautiful daylilies decorating the ground. It's a rare find in the Entitiy's realm

- As if understanding your intentions, Victor climbs down your body and starts picking flowers together with you until you two have gathered a good amount

- You tell Charlotte's brother what a great job he did and he proudly nods, but his attention is diverted by a crow's caw. He pounces toward the bird like a wild animal and starts chasing it off. Your attempts to have him return are futile, but since you are in the twins' domains you figure it should be okay

- Making your way back to your initial destination, you find Charlotte sleeping soundly. You hold back a chuckle when you notice Victor placed a pillow on his sister's arm to not awake her

- You bite your lip when a floorboad creaks under your weight, but Charlotte only groans and moves her head away. You sigh, relieved, and move as slowly as possible toward her frame. You have to hold back the urge to kiss her, since you don't want to spoil the surprise. It is hard. Very hard

- But you manage. You set the flowers on a nearby table and begin carefully decorating her hair with them. Luckily she does not have her hat on, so that makes your job much easier

- After what felt like an eternity, Charlotte sneezes and opens her eyes. She looks at you, but before she can say a thing, a tiny yellow flower falls to her lap. She picks it up curiously and then stares at her reflection in the window. It's not very clear, but she can definetely see the daylilies

- You pout, whining about how you were almost done. Charlotte embraces you, causing a small gasp of surprise to escape your lips at the unexpected gesture. She whispers right next to your ear "Merci, mon amour. Elles sont jolies"

- You did pick up on some French while dating Charlotte, so you were able to understand her gratitude (or, if by any chance you speak French, you were able to understand her right away!)

- You kiss her cheek, which causes the woman to blush and do the same back. She picks up one of the yellow flowers from her hair, placing it on yours with a smile "Beautiful..." her English is a bit broken, but it adds to her charm

- She rests her forehead on yours, feeling at ease until she notices Victor's absence. You are quick to explain the situation, but she is still worried as she can be. You hold her hand and tell her you may have an idea of where he may be. She nods her head and follows along, but stops right at the door. You look at her and a kiss lands on your lips

- And with that, you start searching for Victor, hand in hand the whole time, standing close to each other

Thank you, thank you, thank you for requesting! I've been wanting to write for Charlotte for the longest time and someone finally gave me something to work with! I hope you liked it! 🩷 Also, my French is kinda rusty. It's been a while since I practiced, so I used the translator and it appears I wrote than sentence right. If there are any mistakes, please let me know lmao

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boredwrites · 8 months

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Hello, lovely! Just wanted to thank you for taking my request! I'm so glad you were fine with writing for Charlotte and Victor. They are my favorite killers together with Anna and like her, they deserve so much love 🫶🏻 I absolutely adore how you write them and the hug at the end was just so 🥹 Anyways, I won't entertain you any longer! Thank you again, seeing your writing brightened my mood a whole lot! I will defientely request for them again soon, if you are okay with it! 🩷

Hi! Omg it was such a pleasure writing your requests! You were actually the very first Twins request I had. You are more than welcome to request them again! And thank you so much for your kindness and patience 💝

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boredwrites · 8 months

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Oookayyy... What about Charlotte Deshayes? I was thinking reader refusing to kick Victor because, well, as different as he looks and acts, he still resembles a baby. Perhaps Charlotte notices throughout the trials that reader is the only survivor not to hurt him or stunt/blind her and she spares reader during a match in which the other survivors leave her behind! (Please, do let me know if you like the idea, and no pressure!)

YES I WILL GLADLY WRITE FOR THEM. You know what, you’re getting headcanons and a little fic cause Lottie and Victor literally deserve more attention, they’re my favorite killers (Don’t tell Anna)

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Charlotte, being herself, hardened by how the world had treated her, would be very confused as to why you were considerably more nice to her and her brother than the others. She saw you not dare hurt a hair on his head. Or hers, for that matter.

She'd notice the other things that you would refuse to do like drop a pallet on her or blind her with one of those modern time devices. She still had no idea what they were but she learned to be wary of them.

Even in the endgame when you would escape, you'd wave goodbye to her. Not in a taunting way. You always had such a nice smile while doing so. She was confused, but Victor was very pleased at not being crushed by someone for once. But if Victor was pleased, then Charlotte was happy.

After a few trials with her realizing you wouldn't do anything to jeopardize her performance, she grew fond of you. Definitely slower than Victor. Victor was always excited to see you, despite you always being a bit wary. It was better to be safe than sorry, you thought.

After a rough trial for both of the twins and three of the survivors escaped, they felt discouraged. But they still pressed on. There was one more survivor, but they had no way of knowing it was you.

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It was a rough trial for the Deshayes twins. Nea was being, what other killers called her, a bitch. Blinding, stunning, crushing Victor. If there was only going to be one kill today, it would be Nea. But Charlotte just couldn't get her hooked a third time, all because of the other two survivors, David and Jake. Needless to say, both Charlotte and Victor were getting angry. And that was an understatement.

It all came crashing down when the generators were finished and one of the gates was opened. Pulsating red cracks appeared all over the Thompson's farm as the endgame collapse slowly closed in on the realm. Victor chased the others out of the gates. But he only counted three. When he reported that to his sister, a little bit of hope was regained. They could still have one kill, even if it wasn't Nea.

As the two separated ways again, they both looked to cover more ground. Charlotte checked the other door. It was closed and none of the lights were turned on. The survivor hadn't started it. Weird. Was this survivor lost somewhere in the realm?

Oh, how right she was. Y/N was panicking. Her breathing was quick and irregular as she scaled the parameter of the realm, searching for either of the doors. Tears streamed down her face as she realized that all of her teammates left her behind.

The sound of pitter pattering of little feet broke Y/N out of her tears and into confusion. When she heard the familiar little growling, she knew immediately who it was. She quickly looked around and spotted Victor running around a corner.

He stopped in his tracks as he saw who it was. It was his favorite survivor. Wait. His favorite survivor? And the others left her here? That's not fair! Seeing his favorite survivor in tears, Victor knew exactly what to do. He scampered away, leaving behind a very scared, very confused Y/N.

When Victor made it to Charlotte and informed her of who it is and where she was, her posture brightened up. Y/N? The one who wouldn't do what other survivors do to Victor and her? Charlotte was excited, yet confused. She must've been so angry with Nea she didn't even notice Y/N. She let Victor jump back into her chest cavity before starting on the direction he pointed.

Before long, Charlotte could hear small and sad sniffles and labored breathing. She found Y/N cowering by the wall, her eyes stared at Charlotte with tears. Charlotte felt pity for the survivor, though the Entity was screaming at her in her head to kill her. But she couldn't. It wasn't right. This survivor did nothing to her and her brother. Why would she have to die?

Charlotte lightly shook her head to try to rid herself of the Entity's whispers. She raised her left hand and pointed in a direction. Y/N looked in confusion. What was she doing? Was the killer pointing to one of the gates? No, don't be silly. No killer would do that. Unless...

Charlotte had a look on her face as she was in deep thought, as in looking for something.

"... Follow."

A simple word, yet it held a lot of meaning in this instance. Y/N was shocked. She knew the twins were French. So that's what Charlotte was looking for; 'follow' in English.

Y/N straightened herself up and nodded at Charlotte. She knew it was risky trusting a killer. But... This one was different. As she followed her, Charlotte kept looking back so check if Y/N was still there. Victor sat patiently in his sister's chest as he too looked out for the opened gate.

All three of them were growing anxious. The timer was nearly over. If they wouldn't find the gate soon, Y/N will be taken by the Entity. Charlotte couldn't remember exactly where the gate was, she only knew where the general direction it was in. Her own heartbeat was quickening. She didn't want to let this survivor down after such kindness had been shown to her and her brother.

Finally, after what seemed like forever of searching, they found the opened gate. A sigh of relief escaped all three of them. Y/N was relieved she could finally leave a trial alive. And the twins, well, they were happy to finally repay the little acts of kindness.

As Y/N stepped past the doors, she stopped. She turned around to see the twins staring at her in confusion. Why had the survivor stopped? Didn't she want to survive?

Both twins were in shock when Y/N surprised them with a hug. Charlotte was frozen. She couldn't remember the last time she had been given a hug from anyone other than Victor. Unlike his sister, Victor gladly returned the hug- to the best of his abilities.

"Thank you," Y/N said, her voice just above a whisper.

Charlotte awkwardly patted her back before finally sending her on her way. She watched with Victor as Y/N left the trial safely and in the nick of time, too. However, this did mean the Entity was going to be cross with them, but neither of the Deshayes twins minded. They finally, finally had a friend in this cruel, unforgiving dimension.

#dbd #dbd x reader #dead by daylight #dead by daylight x reader #Charlotte Deshayes #Charlotte Deshayes x reader #Victor Deshayes #Victor Deshayes x reader #Deshayes twins #Deshayes twins x reader #dbd twins #dbd twins x reader

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boredwrites · 8 months

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Hi! I'm the anon who requested platonic Anna! Don't worry, I totally understand! Before I make another request, though, could you please let me know if there are any other DBD killers who you write for exclusively romantic plots or is it just her? Thank you! 🩷

Hi! Thank you so much for your understanding and patience with me, it means a whole bunch!

I think I would have to write anyone platonically first in order to see who I’m comfortable with, so you can go ahead and request anyone and I’ll give it a try! You can find all the DBD characters I write for here.

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boredwrites · 9 months

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Earn it

Albert Wesker X Fem!Reader

Hehe gift for my dear friend @mrs-m-wesker

Warnings: porn with no plot, third pov, afab reader. I have never seen or played Resident Evil, I only know Wesker from Dead by Daylight and I can already tell that he’s a sassy bitch. When I say porn with no plot, I mean it. It jumps right in. Not proofread lol

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The air was hot and sticky and the smell of sweat and sex filled the room. Albert already had Y/N undressed and ready hours ago. He remained clothed as he teased her, edged her, drove her crazy for god knows how long. Fat tears rolled down her face as she begged and begged. For what she begged, she didn’t know any more. Her mind was mush, filled with only the thought of being filled by the dominate blonde taking control.

One of Albert’s hands was in Y/N’s hair, gripping it at the roots at the base of her head to force her to keep her eyes on him the entire time. Her mouth hung open as he fucked her with his fingers. He would switch between giving her exactly what she wanted and teasing her to the point of crying and begging. Again and again, he switched. He remained unpredictable, wanting to keep her on the edge of her seat. Keep her wondering what he was going to do next.

“Please…” a pathetic plea left her lips again and again as Albert pulled his fingers away.

He tilted his head and looked at her with a curious yet disappointed look. “Please, what? You know you have to use the words, don’t you? Or are you that fucked out already that you can’t speak?” That bastard. But he knew she liked it. They both did.

Before Y/N could respond, Albert dove his fingers into her puffy, sensitive cunt again and curled his fingers oh-so deliciously. Y/N tried to throw her head back in pleasure, but was stopped by Albert’s hand in her hair, keeping her head still. Instead, she shut her eyes and let out a loud moan.

“Look at me!” Albert demanded as he gave her head a little shake.

Y/N whimpered as she obediently opened her eyes and looked the man in the eye. As best she could, anyway. His sunglasses hid the eyes she could get lost in if she stared for too long.

“That’s better. I want you to look at me as you lose your mind over my fingers. You dirty girl,” Albert teased. A smirk was plastered on his lips as he watched Y/N’s expression.

He curled and scissored and spread his fingers, moved them in a way that made Y/N seeing stars. His middle and ring fingers inside as her clit was being abused by his thumb. Small, tight circles on the sensitive bud left her gasping and whimpering. Albert knew exactly what he was doing and was a prick about it, too.

Albert pulled his hand away when Y/N’s moans got higher in pitch. She did that when she was close. Both of them knew she wouldn’t be afforded the luxury of release so easily, but it was still a disappointment on her side.

“Nononono, please!” Y/N whined. That earned her a stern look.

“What?” Albert snapped at her. He moved his hand from her hair to her jaw, gripping it tightly and bringing her face closer to his. “What was that?”

He knew exactly what it was. But he loved driving Y/N insane.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N whispered.

“Did you beg me for more of what I’ve generously given you? How selfish and desperate do you have to be? To ask for more of something you can’t even take much of in the first place.”

Albert scoffed. Finally, he let go of Y/N’s jaw. She frowned when he stepped back a bit. But that disappointment soon turned into excitement all over again.

“Let’s see if you can earn what you’re so desperate for,” Albert said as his hands worked on undoing his belt.

#resident evil #resident evil x reader #Albert Wesker #Albert Wesker x reader #Wesker #Wesker x reader #re wesker #re wesker x reader #smut #minors shoo #minors don’t touch #minors fuck off #minors do not interact #minors dni

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boredwrites · 9 months

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Hi! So I saw your post where you said to just message you but the message thing wasn’t there so I hope it’s okay I’m doing it this way. Anyway. I was wondering if you could write a Kyle Crane x reader fluff? I don’t have any qualifications or desires other than it be fluff and romantic. If not don’t feel pressured I’ve just noticed crane x reader fics are minimal to none lmao

Kyle Crane fluff hcs

Thanks for requesting! Very rare to get Dying Light x reader content. Since there's no plot idea, these will just be general fluff hcs.

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First of all, Kyle is a gentleman. I'm talking about opening doors for you, pulling your chair out and pushing it in, etc. Even if you're a runner, desensitized to gore and nasty stuff, he'll keep treating you like royalty (to the best of his abilities).

When he can find the time, Kyle loves slow dancing. When you're both in a safe zone and a nice song comes on the small radio, he always takes you by the hand and pulls you into a dance.

He is very protective over you. He doesn't like it if/when you go outside. Not because he doesn't trust you. It's other people he doesn't trust. And zombies. So he insists he comes with you every time.

If you two come across any of Rais's thugs or any other thieves, Kyle will insist you stay behind him and let him take care of them. He loves being the protector. If any of the men lay a hand on you, he's going feral. He knows you can take care of yourself, he just can't stand the thought of you getting hurt.

This man? This man right here? He's a cuddler. He looooves cuddles. He loves to lay on his back with your head on his chest and body between his legs. He loves running his hand through your hair. He feels so proud of himself if you fall asleep on him. He's so happy you trust him enough.

When he's out, Kyle keeps an eye out for anything you'd like. A certain flower, clothing, cigarettes (if you smoke), anything. He loves your reactions to all his gifts.

If you get bit, this man will not hesitate to give you a dose of Antizin before himself. Don’t argue with him, it’ll make him upset.

Sooooo good with kids. If you have a kid or a kid sibling, he will be their best friend forever. I’m not kidding, this guy loves kids. If you don’t, he totally understands and won’t be upset by that. But good lord he wants one.

If you have plushies, please tell him their names. If they don't have any, he'll give them names. Like genuine names like Ellie, Thomas, Sam. But of course he'll make an exception for some like Sir Buttons, Son of Knight Stuffins the Fourth.

Kyle is a dog person and will bring home a dog if he finds one. Don't worry, the virus only affects people, not animals. He and the dog will both give you puppy dog eyes to convince you to let him keep it. No point in telling him no. All he'll hear is yes.

#dying light #dying light x reader #kyle crane #kyle crane x reader #dying light kyle crane #dying light kyle crane x reader

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boredwrites · 9 months

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I have been lured here by motherly Anna content and I was hoping you could write more, if you find he time and energy!

First of all...

Hi!

May I please request platonic Anna with a female reader who, after a very rough trial, comes to Anna and hugs her before she starts crying? Reader was up against Freddy and he tortured her throughout the whole thing (more so than usual) so she comes to Anna for comfort once the trials are done for the day! It would be nice if you could add some protective/vengeful Anna, if it's not too much to ask!

Thank you and take your time! 🫶🏻

Hi! While I appreciate you taking your time to send me a request, I don't think I'll write this.

I wrote the other platonic request because I was open to writing something new. I'm more comfortable seeing Anna as a romantic partner than platonic, let alone motherly, seeing as I wrote NSFW headcanons for her.

You're more than welcome to send any other request(s) if you'd like!

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boredwrites · 10 months

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Anna and r have a mother daughter relationship, and after r has a bad trial Anna comforts her and r calls Anna mom for the first time without knowing she did! I wanna see what Anna will do

The Huntress Familial Headcanons

Anna the Huntress x fem!reader

Pls this is actually so cute 😭 thank you for the request!

Warnings: Not proofread, none

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Last trial was a nightmare. Literally. It seemed that Freddy was in the mood to cause more chaos than usual. He first tunneled Feng and then went onto you. He camped you and you were on the verge of dying until David came to your rescue (some to your dismay, you were looking forward to ending this trial.)

Back at the survivor’s camp, you were left feeling tired. From constantly being put to sleep or the physically tiring trial, you didn’t know. All you knew was that you needed some comfort. Not from any of the survivors, no. But from one of the killers.

Anna. You needed Anna. You felt comfortable in her presence. The first trial she had with you, she hesitated to lay a finger on you. She saw how scared and tired you were. It reminded her of the little girls she wanted to take care of so badly back home. She couldn’t bring herself to hurt you. You noticed and formed a bond with the Russian woman.

She called you мой ребенок, whatever that meant. There was a big language barrier, but that didn’t stop the killer from having a soft spot for you. She loved you. And as time went on, you loved her more and more. And that’s what formed the bond. Not the typical romantic bond, no. You saw Anna as a caretaker, as a mother. And she saw you as someone who needed her care, a daughter. Her baby.

One night, she caught you out in the woods outside of the camp alone. You looked so hurt, so she took you to her realm. She didn’t give you a choice. She could see she scared you but she quickly proved she only meant well when she offered you food she caught and cooked herself. That same night she offered you a bath, which you agreed with a smile. A bath was what you needed, badly.

Since that night, you were always welcome in her realm. You always stopped by when you had a rough trial or needed some maternal company, or when you just wanted to say hi.

Tonight, though, you didn’t just want her comfort and company. You needed it. You needed her. The mother you never had.

You came up with an excuse to leave the camp before making your way to Anna’s realm. It was cold and wet and the rain never stopped. But it somehow comforted you to know that this realm was Anna’s and you were welcome any time. You could smell the unforgettable smell of Anna’s cooking coming from her cabin.

It was like Anna had this sixth sense. She always knew when you were going to stop by. Before you could knock on the door, she opened it wide. Whenever she was in the safety and privacy of her own realm, she had no need for her mask. She had it hung up above the mantel.

The scars on her face each told a story. But she still smiles through them, happy to see your face. But it faltered when she saw how tired and sore you were from the previous trial. Again with the sixth sense, she always knew when there was something wrong. She welcomed you in with open arms.

She had you sit down on her couch as she insisted she feed you the meal she cooked, even though she knew quite well you could take care of yourself. But tonight, she knew you needed to be taken care of. You thought it was silly whenever she treated you like her baby, but you knew better than to question the Russian mountain of a woman.

It wasn't until after a much needed bath and sweet dessert when Anna questioned you in her mother language. Of course, you didn't know exactly what she was saying, but you had a hunch. You told her about the trial and everything that went wrong. Anna didn't understand exactly what you were saying, but she listened anyway.

She continued to take care of you and pampered you until you thanked her. You thought she wouldn't understand. You called her your mother, thinking she wouldn't understand. But the word in English and Russian is similar. She knew.

"мать?" Anna asked, her head tilted to the side. She wasn't angry or upset. She was curious, and maybe even a little happy and proud of herself. Maybe a little too proud.

Before you knew it, you were in her arms, having your breath nearly squeezed out of you by how hard she hugged. A chaste kiss was planted on your head as she pulled away and looked into your eyes, her hand cradling your face as she looked at you with a loving expression.

"Мой ребенок," said Anna. "Мой сладкий, сладкий ребенок."

Of course you had no idea what she said, but you took it as a good sign.

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