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mrswint3rs · 4 months

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Uncanny Reunion

pairings- Nemesis x S.T.A.R.S Fem! Reader

a/n- i’ve been thinking about him a lot today idk why he’s taking over my brain rn // I rlly need to know if his cum would infect you or not

TW DARK CONTENT

NSFW WARNING:

contains- mentions/ implications of violence, monster fucking, fingering(f!receiving), non con (he kinda doesn’t know any better), MAJOR size difference, tentacle fucking 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

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For several days, you remained oblivious to what was happening in your city. You spent most of your time holed up in your cozy one-bedroom apartment, not even bothering to glance out the window or switch on the TV. However, everything changed when the terrifying figure emerged and forced you out of your safe haven into the unknown dangers of the outside world.

You’re unsure just what the thing is, but you know it’s not something you want to stick around and figure out. It had already injured you more than you’d expected, making your escape difficult.

Outside, you're met with a scene of utter chaos. The streets are devoid of any signs of normalcy, and instead, you see hordes of undead creatures shuffling aimlessly. You take a deep breath, grateful that you have your trusty gun by your side. However, your heart sinks as you realize that you're running dangerously low on ammunition, thanks to your earlier confrontation with that colossal monster.

You limp your way through the wrecked streets of the city, hoping to find at least one normal person. But you’re surrounded by nothing by hungry, man eating zombies. Definitely not how you wanted to spend your evening.

The zombies were definitely easier to deal with at least. But you’re running out of bullets quickly. Regardless of your perfect aim to the head, there’s too many to just avoid. One bite is all it’d take, even just a scratch and you’d be done for. You just couldn’t make it out of this without proper supplies.

So, you reroute to the gun store. Just a couple blocks away. You were confident that you could make it there somewhat safely. You internally hoped for there to be survivors, even if the chances were slim.

But when you round the corner towards your destination, you freeze in fear, coming face to face with the intimidating being once more. It would be one thing if it was just huge, but it’s huge and armed. With a rocket launcher no less. And it was incredibly fast on its feet. There was absolutely no way to outrun the bastard this time.

As it comes barreling towards you, you almost want to give up. There was nothing you could do, not with 3 puny bullets. They had no effect on the thing before anyways. There were no tricks to pull to make an exit.

You just stand there, not even understanding why it was after you. Was it because you were the only one there? It seemed to be targeting you specifically.

It didn’t matter anyway. You were prepared to accept your fate. Just letting it happen.

Its strong form pummels you into the nearby wall, its force strong enough to completely bust through. But for some reason, it’s holding back.

Wincing, you slit your eyes to take a peek at what’s in front of you. It's got you tacked, but not pushing any further. Just staring down at you like it had some kind of crazy realization.

It lets out a low growl, seeming as if it was fighting itself internally, looking almost pained. “S.T.A.R.S.” Its rumble is almost incoherent, but you understood clearly.

He must be one of Umbrella’s experiments. A So-called bioweapon. That explained why he was after you, but made his hesitation to finish you off all the more confusing. The way he was looking at you almost emotionally. As if he knew you.

There was no way he could. You were aware of how Umbrella mutated and experimented on people. Once they change, their soul and all that they once knew vanish. The human they once were is gone entirely. Even if he knew you prior, those memories were gone. He was just doing what he was designed to do. So why was he looking so hurt? Why wasn't he killing you?

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His breath is hot and heavy through his exposed teeth. He was too close for comfort. More so when his strange tentacle makes its appearance, snaking around your neck. You were certain your life was about to end. But then next thing you know, your clothes are being forcefully ripped off.

You're completely disoriented. Raccoon City is crumbling, zombies everywhere, and now a bioweapon is stripping you of your clothing?

His pained expression turned to something else entirely. Almost like before when he was hunting you down. Completely driven with need.

“W-what the hell is this..?” you stammer, only to get a low growl in return. As you try to squirm out of its grasp, he only tightens his hold on your neck. You know there’s no point in even trying. He almost destroyed your entire apartment complex, he could just as easily end you right here and now. Though he’s not.

Instead he’s pinning you to the wall, looking at you as if considering eating you as his next meal.

You let out a squeal at the feeling of his large finger stretching through your entrance. Just one finger was the size of three of your own normally. He was fishing around inside you. Toying with you.

The more sound you made, the more intense his movements got. His breath quickened with yours. This mutant creature was showing human emotion. Driven by pure excitement and lust. His finger glided with no particular rhythm, soaking in your growing wetness.

You feel your knees growing weak. The combination of your lack of oxygen from his stronghold and his relentless massaging of your insides is overbearing. You were already powerless against him before, this just made you 10x weaker.

Just as your vision begins to go spotty, you’re allowed air again. His lengthy tentacle release your neck, instead traveling further down. His finger slips out, leaving you empty for the briefest moment before you’re filled again. This time by the rope-like tentacle attached to him.

It slithers deep into your cunt, pushing past your limits and your cervix, all the way up into your womb. The feeling makes you want to scream, to get away but he holds you there against the concrete wall.

But as it starts to move, you feel an overwhelming heat in your stomach. Your logical brain falls somewhere far away.

The bioweapon continued to play with your hole, letting out low grunts as if he was feeling great pleasure from this. Your eyes roll back as the tentacle slides in and out without mercy, whines and whimpers escaping your lips. You can’t help but cling to the huge form in front of you for support in your helpless state.

Your touch does something to him.

Nemesis struggles, his entire purpose being a killing machine. He was supposed to wipe out the STARS members. That's what he was designed for, yet you did something that made him feel something so overwhelming. He forgot all about his duties as real feelings came into play. He can't remember where he's seen you, or why he feels this intense necessity to have you. But he can't just ignore it. Especially not now. The way you're holding onto him, meekly panting and whimpering as his tentacle fuck up into you, he needs more. You've made him feel warm and fuzzy inside, something he doesn't even remember to be possible.

The tentacle slips out so he can lift you to his height. He does so with ease, his giant arms hook under your legs and lift you up. You sit midway on his stomach, and he just stares at you for a while. Noting your half-lidded eyes, and heated skin.

It gives him uncontrollable urges. Just like his purpose to fulfill Umbrella’s orders. He needs you. Needs to claim you as his own.

Nemesis was a superior being to you, but looking down at your petite form stirred something vile within him. The way your tits sat on your chest, rising and lowering with every breath and your pussy was puffy from his stimulation.

He couldn't stop himself, or understand whatsoever.

Nemesis strips away his lower clothing, revealing the largest and most strangely built dick you've ever laid eyes on. If you could even call it that.

There was no way that thing could fit, anywhere. So you thought.

Nemesis saw no restrictions, stuffing the girthy member into your tight hole. You cry out in agony as it stretches you deeper. You weren't wet enough for it to go in easily. Even if you were, you doubt it would feel any different. Its girth was the size of his forearm.

As he bounces you with his thrusts, the being lets out primal groans, still bearing its teeth and heaving breaths heavy enough to blow you away.

He can't comprehend what this feeling is. He just knows he can't stop. He keeps bullying his cock into your cervix relentlessly, reaching the back of your canal without even having to go very far.

Once again, you rely on him for support. He was fucking the life out of you.

He goes feral with need as you hold onto him again. The feeling of your warmth against him reminds him of something he just can't quite reach. Your helpless cries make him throb.

His hardened length doesn’t cease its assault even for a second as he desperately chases his high. He can hardly feel your nails raking at his back, all the feeling flows to his cock. Your tears wet the thin cloth of his covering, but he doesn’t understand. And it was too good to stop.

Through your blurred vision, you couldn’t even make out where you were anymore. Your thoughts were being stolen from you. You can feel him fuck all the way up into your stomach. Your walls struggle to conform to his shape but he makes them. It felt like you were being torn apart from the inside. You couldn't take it.

Your cries for help go unheard, instead only driving him further. He stuffs you like a toy, ramming into you with his enormous cock at an alarming rate when he feels something. A tightening feeling like something was about to explode.

His breath falters as the sensation takes over.

It spurts out, giving him a strange euphoric high. He groans, continues to fuck into you and milk it out of him. He stuffs his cum as deep as it can go, the slick lubes his need. He couldn't stop. It felt so good.

Your legs tremble along with the rest of your weaker from, there was nothing you could do to get out of this. You thought he'd never stop.

He was addicted to this newfound feeling.

Unexpectedly, he slows. His body is tense and shaky as it begins to feel too good. Almost painful. He pulls out quickly trying to make it stop, his arousal steadily leaking and twitching now beneath you.

Once more, Nemesis just stares at you, that human emotion apearant on his mutated face again.

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hattersarts · 1 year

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corpse form of a monster with fat titties: tired, boring, unimaginative

LESBIAN corpse of a monster with fat titties: amazing, show stopping, spectacular, breathtaking

#resident evil village #resident evil #alcina dimitrescu #re8 #nudity #i keep forgetting she canonically has a tentacle form #anyway look out patreon i've got things for you in the next 1-2 months lol #lady dimitrescu

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manuscrypts · 2 months

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝒟𝐼𝒮𝒯𝑅𝒜𝒞𝒯𝐼𝒪𝒩 — a.wesker

warnings + tags — MINORS / AGELESS BLOGS DNI, female reader, tentacle / monster fucking, dub-con, swearing, slapping (face and ass), double penetration, forced oral (you’re choking on a tentacle), creampie, p in v sex, nipple play, biting, marking, 2.8K words

authors notes — so this is a short rewrite / repost of an oldish fic, but I just love dbd, wesker, and tentacles, so what better to rewrite than that? it’s a lot shorter than the last version though, we got straight to the fucking.

the shockwave boomed through the air as yet another friend was sacrificed to the entity. that made two of them already gone, leaving just you and dwight to do the remaining three generators that were left.

the terror radius pounded in your ears from all sides making it nearly impossible to tell where he was, and there was no sign of dwight, no sign of him being in chase or doing a generator. you crouched down behind the sofa as the killer dashed through the building, checking on the objective closest by.

“shit, that was close…” you let out the breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

“hey,” dwight whispered from the open door at the back, “you okay?”

“yeah, I’m good, are you?”

he nodded in reply, biting his nails as he looked around nervously. he was terrified and it wasn’t hard to see that, he always was, no matter how many times he was in a trial. you sighed to yourself knowing that nothing would get done if your teammate was too scared to do anything for the remainder of the trial.

“dwight?” you shuffled quietly toward him, “go do the generator down the end of the street, and I’ll go distract wesker, okay?”

the hesitation of your friend was obvious, the way he slowly opened his mouth to speak but then closed it again, he gave you a sad nod and started carefully sneaking towards where you told him to go. you took a deep breath and shook your head, wondering how you always get yourself into these stupid situations for the sake of other people.

you quickly vaulted the side of the house window to make as much noise as possible, running in a straight line to the other side of the street and as far away from dwight as possible. it didn’t take long for you to hear your heartbeat getting louder and louder in your ears, so much so that you could barely hear anything else.

“there you are,” the familiar snarky voice spoke from the other side of the car from where you were standing.

you gulped at the sight of him, your legs going weak at the knees but you knew you had to distract for as long as you possibly could, no matter what. you knew deep down you had no chance of keeping him in chase for three whole generators, especially because you knew dwight would hide the second wesker and yourself got a little too close for his liking.

without a second more hesitation, you turned and took of into the house at a full sprint, running through the living room and vaulting out the kitchen window to the side — it didn’t give you much distance considering wesker’s dash meant he caught up to you almost instantly. you ran the same loop as much as you could, vaulting the window and going back through the door, and he followed just the same.

the entity finally blocked off the windows to you, and you didn’t notice until you were being slammed up against the wall next to it. you let out a gasp and cough, and stumbled through the living room, completely winded from the hit — you swore he managed to crack a few ribs from the way you were slammed against the cabinets. there weren’t any pallets left on your side of the map, most of them used from your now dead teammates, so instead you chose to run upstairs even though you knew that was probably the worst idea you could make — you’d stand a better chance running around the cars outside.

wesker gained on you instantly, dashing past you in the bedroom and stopping just shy of the window, blocking your escape route. he gave you a devilish grin, his eyes glowing menacingly behind his sunglasses — it was over, one generator hadn’t even popped and he’d already caught you, sure you could run back down the stairs but what was the point?

“doesn’t seem like your friend is doing much, does it?” the killer spoke, taking a step closer to you and making you take one back in response until your back was flat against the wall, “I know you were just running from me as a distraction. had you made a deal with him, hm?”

there wasn’t much you could do, he was stood toe to toe with you, staring down into your eyes with a finger hooked under your chin to force you to look up at him. he was right on the money though, that so called deal you made with dwight that didn’t exactly seem to be working out in your favour. it was obvious he’d been hiding, you know you’d been running long enough for at least one generator to be completed, and it didn’t seem like he’d been messing up and blowing it up at all.

“so why did you bother chasing me if you knew I was just trying to keep your attention?” you questioned, venom laced words because you didn’t have enough courage to spit at him.

“you’re telling me you’ve not noticed? I thought you were smarter than that, dear…” he trailed off as his finger ran down the middle of your neck and halted part way down your chest, a quiet chuckle escaping his throat.

“notice what?” your voice was barely noticeable, too embarrassed to speak as his other hand rested beside your head, caging you into the room, obviously in response to him noticing you oggling the doorway and stairs.

“never you mind.”

wesker leaned in closer to you, his lips ghosting yours for only a second before he leaned down to your ear, “why is your heart beating so fast, are you that scared of me?”

you held your breath and squeezed your eyes closed, you couldn’t even reply, it was like your throat had closed up — even if it hadn’t, you still wouldn’t be able to speak, there was nothing you could say in response. every nerve in your body was on fire, your stomach began doing flips, and you couldn’t help but get that warm sensation between your thighs that made you have to squeeze them together. you gulped and shook your head to yourself, you couldn’t get turned on, or even think about anything like that. he’s a killer, an evil man who takes pleasure in hunting you and your friends down and sacrificing you to some spider-legged being.

“I don’t take kindly to being ignored.”

his words pulled you from your thoughts, making you gasp for the air that you’d been depriving yourself of, “yes, I’m scared of you.”

he smiled, “good.”

his breath was hot against your neck, and it made the hairs on your skin stand on end. his hand moved down from your chest and brushed against your hip, just at the gap where your shirt rode up a little bit and exposed your skin. his leather covered hand pushed under your top, slowly working its way around until he had a firm grasp on your waist.

“wait, what’re you—“ you began to speak out against his actions but were sharply cut off by his lips meeting yours.

it was surprisingly more gentle than you’d expect from someone like him, yet there was still force behind it, a hunger that he needed satiating in that exact moment. his hand tightened against your side while his other hand interwinded in your hair, pulling your head back so he could kiss you easier. you couldn’t pull away from him seeming how pinned you were against the wall, you pushed your hands against his chest in an attempt to protest but it didn’t make a difference — he was infinitely stronger than you, and you knew that he’d get what he wanted one way or another, whether he take it from you or you submit to him.

“were you not being a distraction for your good friend to complete the objective?” he barely pulled away as he spoke, his tongue trailing along your bottom lip, ready to plunge itself into your mouth the second your lips parted.

you wouldn’t kiss him back, and you surely wouldn’t let him stick him tongue in your mouth, but he had his ways. one harsh bite of your bottom lip forced you to gasp and part your lips for just an instant, giving him the perfect opportunity to move in. he let out a satisfied hum as his hand moved further up your side, his other hand joining to help push your shirt further up your body until your chest was exposed to his touch.

“wesker, we can’t—“ you managed to stutter out between his incessant kisses, his hands wandering and groping at your chest continuously, pulling and twisting at your hard nipples.

“yes we can.”

finally the echo of a generator being completed in the distance sounded, and your heart skipped a beat, a little smile creeping across your face. you were surprised dwight had managed to pluck up enough courage to even complete one generator, but it meant there was a chance you could both escape…you just had to keep wesker distracted long enough.

wesker grabbed a hold of the back of your neck and threw you to the bed that was beside the window, you yelped at the impact and it wasn’t even a second before he grabbed your ankles and flipped you onto your back, dragging you down the bed towards him all in one fluid motion. his hands worked quickly at stripping you from your clothes, not giving you much chance for protest. before you could move your hands to cover yourself up, he was already on top of you, kissing up and down your neck while he slotted himself between your open legs.

“don’t fight me, you know you won’t win…” he whispered in your ear with a mocking tone which made your stomach twist around itself.

the familiar squelching sound of his tentacles sliding out from the sleeve of his coat filled the otherwise silent room, and he responded with a chuckle when your eyes widened at the realisation of what he was about to do.

you shook your head and made an attempt to close your thighs, but his body made it impossible to even try. the tendrils slithered up your thigh, leaving a cool, wet trail behind them — you whimpered quietly to yourself as you felt the tip of one of them rubbing up and down your cunt, and you couldn’t help but shudder. you didn’t want to feel good, you didn’t want him to do this but the feeling of them touching you in a way you’ve longed to be touched was too much almost immediately.

“w-wesker,” a quiet moan, “please don’t.”

your begs fell upon deaf ears, after all he could tell by the way your legs quivered at his touch that you wanted this just as much as he did, maybe even more than he. the tentacle rubbed up against your throbbing clit, moving round in circles as much as it could to stimulate you while another prodded up against your hole. you winced at the feeling of it slithering its slimy way into you, stretching you out just a little too much for it to feel good straight away — but the feeling of pain quickly subsided as it began pumping in and out of you at a calm pace, pushing itself as deeply into you as it possibly could, the other tentacle still rubbing at your clit to distract you.

“fuck—“ your back arched from the bed and your hands found their way to his shoulders, your fingers digging into his leather coat.

wesker leaned down and kissed at your neck, biting and sucking to leave his mark while his uroborus fucked into you, gradually speeding up the more your cunt tightened around it. the knot in the pit of your stomach was building up too quickly, but he wasn’t done with you, as his lips met yours, another tentacle slipped into you; this time it was in your ass. as you gasped his tongue pushed its way into your mouth, moving and exploring just as his tendrils did to your holes.

the sounds of moaning and your wet cunt being fucked started to fill the room, as much as you hated yourself for giving in and letting yourself be used like this, it felt too good to care. his tentacles all moved quicker at a different pace to one another, burying themselves so deep into you, you didn’t even know it were possible.

“that’s it, submit to me.” he leaned back and kissed down till his mouth latched around your nipple, his free hand tugging and pulling on the other.

“wesker—“ your back arched and your pussy clenched around the tentacles, his name continuously falling from your mouth as you finally came, hard.

before you could even register your orgasm, the tentacles retreated back and wesker slotted himself between your thighs more snuggly. he teased his cock up and down your wet slit before pushing straight into you, not giving you a second to adjust to the girth difference before he was pounding into you. he fucked you with an ungodly speed, another proof that he wasn’t a human, he was something a lot more than that.

“fuck…” his voice was nearly inaudible, but still you managed to hear him say something you didn’t think he’d ever say.

he pushed your legs up to your chest and held his hands against the back of your knees, giving himself a better angle to fuck into you. every thrust had the tip of his cock kissing your cervix but it didn’t hurt, because every single thrust had him hitting that gummy spot inside of you that had a moan being forced from you against your will. it didn’t take much longer for his tentacles to reappear, multiple of them wrapping themselves around your legs and arms — two pushing themselves into your ass while two teased your tits. as you opened your mouth to beg wesker to slow down, a tendril forced its way into your mouth, pushing its way deep down your throat and making you gag with each violating thrust.

your eyes watered, you were overwhelmed and overstimulated but wesker and his power showed no signs of stopping. he was going to break you, mind and body, and there was nothing you could do to stop him.

the sound of another generator popped in the near distance and you couldn’t help but whimper, there was still a chance. your eyes were looking out the window toward the sounds as you felt a stinging pain across your face.

“do not take your attention from me, from this.” he pounded into you with almost brutal force with each word he spoke.

tears began rolling down your cheeks as you came again, you could barely breathe, barely see, barely even stay awake. your entire body ached with every hole being abused so brutally, so amazingly. you looked up at wesker the best you could but you couldn’t keep your eyes open. you could hear him laugh at you and say something, but you’re not sure what he said, you couldn’t concentrate enough. he used that moment to flip you onto your knees, his hands gripping tightly at your hips while he pumped into you, his tendrils still not moving from what they’d been doing all along.

your upper body collapsed against the mattress, only your hips being help up by weskers grip on you. the sounds of your muffled moans, weskers panting, and the slick sound of tentacles abusing you was definitely loud enough for dwight to hear if he came anywhere near the house, but in that very moment you couldn’t care less. wesker slapped your ass with every few thrusts, his leather gloved hand making it sting just that bit more, but he intended for his hand print to be left behind long after he had his way with you.

you couldn’t tell how much longer he was fucking you for, how many times you came and had your juices running down the inside of your thighs and onto the mattress below, how many tears you shed into the pillow your face was buried into but finally the final generator popped. it didn’t take wesker much longer to coat your womb with his cum when he heard that familiar sound — he wasn’t happy.

his tentacles slowly removed themselves from your stretched and abused holes as he stepped away from you. you instantly crumpled into the bed and coughed, catching the breath you hadn’t been able to get for as long as his tentacle was shoved down your throat.

“you stay here, I have someone else to deal with,” he stood and sorted his clothes out before brushing his hair back out of his face, “then I’ll be back to finish what I started here.”

#ꕤ 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘶𝘮 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴 ⌨️#albert wesker x reader #dead by daylight #resident evil #dbd x reader #dbd albert wesker #resident evil x reader #albert wesker x female reader #tentacle fucking #monster fucking

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joneevarts · 7 months

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Uroboros

I couldn't choose which version I preferred so have both!

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foderah · 6 months

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This role-swap AU idea with S.T.A.R.S./Uroboros William makes me so feral argh T__T I want more captain Birkin, maybe I’ll draw him once again with S.T.A.R.S. outfit later

#art #artwork #sketch #traditional art #my art #artists on tumblr #resident evil #biohazard #rebhfun #william birkin #albert wesker #chris redfield #role swap au #s.t.a.r.s.#william birkin with freckles wipes me out #i just realized that wesker’s outfit suits birkin so well oh my god #eating this without any hesitation #chris fighting with black tentacles once again lol #i’m so sorry

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shanxpennywise · 24 days

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I love The Unknown, and I love his mori. He can finish me off any time!~♡

Thanks for looking! ♡

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tilda-rothery · 10 months

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Leonora sits on bed, a pair of spectacles perched precariously on the end of her nose, knitting needles in hand, she counts her stitches, following the pattern to the letter.

Clarissa comes in and begins talking about her day, Leonora isn’t listening, muttering numbers under her breath.

Clarissa realises Leonora isn’t paying any attention to her and begins testing Leonora’s concentration, hoping to break it.

“You know, Emma professed her undying love for me today.”

She begins to undress, removing her outter skirts, letting them fall to the floor.

“That’s great Dove, but I’m trying to count, six, seven, eight, decrease. One, two, three...”

“Hmm, she said we should run away together.” she pouted, looking through hooded eyes at Leonora while her magic undid the lace of her corset. She threw it on the bed. It landed at Leonora’s feet.

Leonora barely looks up, “Uh-huh.”

“That I deserved someone who took five minutes away from their knitting to listen about the trials and tribulations of my day.”

Leonora’s brows furrow and she checks her row, she huffs and unravels a good chunk of her stitches, “Did she?”

“She did, but I said ‘I’m sorry Emma, as lovely as the offer is, I couldn’t possibly think of running away with you. I could never reach the same level of satisfaction with you as I do with Leonora. There is no one more skilled with their hands, or mouth, than her.’”

“Four, five, six... That’s lovely, Dove.”

Clarissa rolls her eyes and continues to shed the rest of her clothing. She slowly crawls up the bed, coming to rest in Leonora’s lap.

“Dove,” Leonora’s tone is exasperated, “I’m trying to knit, I’ve had an awful day, and I just need something to focus my hands on before I strangle someone,” she frowns as she puts her knitting down and looks at Clarissa, “why are you naked?”

“Had you been paying attention when I came in, you’d know you’re not the only one who needs to de-stress.”

The knitting is soon forgotten.

Honestly, when I'm half way into a row when knitting or crocheting and someone starts talking to me as I'm counting stitches, I barely take-in a word they say.

I just smile and nod...

#dovesso #clarissa dovey #leonora lesso #sge #lesso x dovey #school for good and evil #lady lesso x professor dovey #knitting troubles #crocheting up what feels like a thousand tentacles - my inspiration for this drabble

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herbertdiscoinferno · 3 days

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been in an artblock for so long, i literally don't give a shit. not even a fuck. rehabilitating my hand

#albert wesker #resident evil #my fantastic tentacle girlfriend whom i love immensely #i want to step on him so bad

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k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9 · 10 months

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Ertugrul Edirne

#Ertugrul Edirne #art #artwork #painting #Cthulhu #pulp art #illustration #tentacles #evil tentacles #ship

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fhtagn-and-tentacles · 7 months

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CREEPING DARKNESS

by Iren Horrors

#tentacles #fhtagn #iren horrors #ksenia svincova #concept art #ghost #spirit #haunted #macabre #stairs #lurking #evil #creature #monster #horror #fhtagnnn

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itsweskintime · 2 years

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ur in my dreams shirtless wesker

#albert wesker #sexy tentacle man #resident evil #wesker #re wesker #resident evil wesker #dbd #dead by daylight #i love him #meme #wesker meme #shirtless WESKER #catboy wesker #silly little guy #little baby man #uhhrhrgehgs

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sspaceghoul · 10 months

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Sweet.

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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐛, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞...𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭?

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝟏𝟖+, 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐂𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐬, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨��𝐧𝐭: 𝟏𝟒𝟗𝟓

A/N: I HAVEN’T WRITTEN SMUT IN A WHILE SO TAKE THIS, HOPE YALL ENJOY THIS BS 🫶🫶

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The dimly lit laboratory buzzed with an eerie silence, broken only by the soft hum of machinery and the distant sound of dripping water. You, a skilled researcher, found yourself standing alone amidst the sterile environment, surrounded by advanced technology and vials filled with mysterious liquids.

The mission to uncover the truth about Albert Wesker's experiments had led you here, to the heart of his clandestine operations.

You cautiously moved deeper into the facility, your boots tapping against the polished floor. Your gaze caught sight of a file labeled "Project Uroboros." Intrigued, you seized the opportunity and began leafing through the classified documents.

The information you discovered left you both fascinated and horrified. It described an experimental virus that fused with human DNA, enhancing physical attributes and granting superhuman abilities at the cost of one's sanity.

Your eyes widened as you read about Wesker's personal involvement in the project. The man you had once considered a respected colleague had become entwined with the very virus he sought to control. The thought of what he had become, of what his body now harbored, sent a chill down your spine.

“What the fuck..?”

You mutter, eyes narrowed as you try to make sense of it all.

Finally, you reached the heart of the facility, a secluded room hidden deep within the labyrinthine corridors. Its walls were adorned with screens, displaying chaotic images of destruction and despair. And there, standing in the center, was Albert Wesker himself.

His piercing eyes met yours, filled with an amalgamation of determination and madness. There was no trace of the man you once knew; only a sinister presence remained. As he approached, you couldn't help but notice the faint tendrils of the Uroboros virus snaking their way beneath his skin, pulsating with a sickly glow.

"Wesker, what have you done to yourself?" you demanded, your voice wavering slightly despite your attempts to remain composed.

A sly smile crept onto his face, and his voice echoed with an unsettling confidence. "Ah, my dear, you've stumbled upon my little secret. The Uroboros virus grants me power beyond your comprehension. Join me, and together we can reshape the world."

You recoiled, horrified by the offer he presented. "I'll never join you, Wesker! Your lust for power..it’s..It’s blinded you to the destruction you're causing."

His smile twisted into a sneer as he advanced toward you. The tendrils beneath his skin writhed with a newfound intensity, like serpents eager to strike.

"Very well," he hissed, "then you shall witness the true power of Uroboros firsthand."

Before you could react, the tendrils erupted from his body, elongating and snaking toward you with terrifying speed. The sensation of them brushing against your skin sent shivers down your spine.

Fear and desperation welled up within you as you fought to evade their deadly grasp.

You feel the tendrils wrap around your body, squeezing you with just enough force so you’re still able to breath. Wesker sits back in his chair, letting the black tentacles emerging from his sleeve do all the work.

“Wesker, let..let me go!”

You writhed to no avail as the tendrils tighten around you ever so slightly. You can feel the tentacles pulsating around you, and it makes you shudder.

The taller man lets out a low, menacing chuckle.

The tendril pushes you up against the cold wall of the lab, keeping itself wrapped around you. You grunt, glaring at Wesker with a deadly stare.

He smirks back at you, staring through his dark shades, knowing exactly what he’s doing. He has you right where he wants you.

You feel the smooth tentacle slither to the waist of your pants, effortlessly ripping the denim off your skin.

While you squirm around in the confines of the tendrils, Wesker chuckles. “There’s no use fighting it, darling.”

The tendrils squeeze your thighs, making you gasp. You glare at Wesker, but the anger in your eyes is gone, and replaced with lust and desperation. He nods, and the tendrils lift you up so your cunt is face level with the blonde haired man.

The tentacles tighten around your legs, forcing them open. Wesker walks up to you, hand behind his back. The way his polished shoes tap against the floor and echo throughout the lab makes your heart pick up. Your body is on full display to him. He studies your slightly wet cunt, planting a surprisingly gentle kiss to your clit.

He holds your waist, even though the tendrils are holding you up already, and one of the tentacles take his shades off for him, planting it on the desk. You look into his menacing red eyes, still squirming a bit. “What..what are you gonna do to me?”

You ask, not knowing what else to say. He let out a dry laugh, the pad of his gloved thumb dragging against your pussy. You shiver, your body heating up quickly. A bead of sweat drips down your face, and you swallow thickly.

“I’m gonna make you feel good, sweetheart.”

He leaned forward, licking a stripe up your cunt. You mewl, your thighs shaking a bit. You hate the way you react to such a small touch, since you’re still a virgin, but it did feel nice. The taller man rubs your waist slowly, planting another kiss to your pussy. You sigh, feeling his tongue gently lap at your throbbing clit.

Either he’s done this multiple times before, which is hard to believe, or he’s just natural talent. The way he’s licking you right now is absolutely heavenly, and you let out a little whine. You can’t help but feel a bit nervous at the fact that he’s being way too gentle with you, which totally contradicts the way he usually acts.

You don’t let it get to your head though, as you shake the thoughts away and focus on his tongue. He’s clean with it, no drool or anything. He occasionally pulls away and plants tender little kisses to your thighs , and your heart skips a beat every single time.

“So beautiful..” He whispers against your inner thigh.

You know it’s just an act, that he would never be this sweet, but sometimes it seems..real. No, he’d never be this nice, right?

“Y/N.”

A monotone voice calling your name breaks you out of your thoughts, and you look into his eyes.

“Are you enjoying this?”

He asked, his hands idly rubbing circles into your waist. “Hm, ah- yes..I am.”, You blush, chewing on your bottom lip. He nods, leaning back down to continue suckling on your cunt that’s glistening with your wetness. “Mm, you’re uh..you’re good at this.”

You mumble, looking away from his burning gaze. He nods in appreciation for your praise, and you gasp as his tongue dips into your cunt. He sighs against your soaking wet pussy, his tongue exploring your walls.

He pulls off with a pop, panting. “You taste very sweet, Y/N. I like that.”

You blush even harder at that, your legs twitching within the hold of the tentacles wrapped snugly around your thighs. You wonder if you really do taste sweet, but judging by the way he laps at your cunt like a hungry dog, you could agree.

When he finds your g-spot, you moan his name a bit too loud, and you squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment. He smirks, pressing into that spot on every thrust of his tongue. “Wesker..Please..”

You plead for him to keep going, as you feel your climax approaching. You grip his neat hair with your free hand, messing it up. The lab is filled with obscene sucking noises, empty pleas, and soft moans and grunts. “I’ve been waiting so long to do this, Y/N.” He mumbled, face buried between your legs.

You tighten around his tongue, your hips rocking against his face. You let out a loud moan as you climax. He’s absolutely loving this, his face buried deep into your cunt as he licks up every last drop of your sweet fluids. He pulls away with a grunt, placing one final kiss to your pussy. You pant as the tendrils place you down onto the desk.

Wesker glances at the ripped pair of pants on the ground, and back at you.

“I’ll be back.”

Minutes later, he returns with a extra pair of pants for you. He places them beside you, and nods.

“Here. Tomorrow. 10 pm.”

He grabs his shades, placing them back on his nose before taking his leave.

You sit there, registering everything that just happened still as you watch him leave the lab.

“Right..10 pm tomorrow..”

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