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Imagine… (in celebration of 170 followers and 2+ yrs)

Meeting and unknowingly escaping pre-asylum Eddie. You’re the one that got away... (Part 3)

*I’m usually hesitant to post porn-y NSFW content here, but I love writing these imagines and I have to continue this series. So pure porn/NSFW warning.

The world’s spinning and he’s at the centre of it all.

You don’t even realize he’s thrown you onto the bed until you feel the plush duvet beneath your bare arms. So he’s taken off your jacket too then. You barely have time to process it before he’s descended on you again. The length of his body is pressed flush into you, all hard muscle and soft flesh and whatever expensive material his half-unbuttoned shirt is made of.

His lips explore every inch of skin it can find, dragging soft lips and sharp teeth across the tender flesh of your neck and earlobe and cheek before finding your abused lips again. You only taste him. Only smell his cologne. Only feel his touch.

A particularly sharp bite drags you out of your thoughts and you moan in a strange pleasurable pain. You instinctively struggle once the coppery taste of blood fills your mouth. It’s nothing in comparison to his brutish strength. He withdraws only once he’s ready.

“What’s wrong? Too much for you to take?” He purrs in your ear. His hand slides up to splay flat across your sternum before weaving its way through your hair. It’s like he’s claiming ownership of your body in pieces, not the whole.

“Not enough,” you gasp out breathlessly.

He immediately yanks your head back, your hair taut in a strong grip as he once more gorges himself on the offering of flesh before him. The moans escaping your mouth are purely involuntary now.

There are no thoughts, just feelings now. You feel his fingers trace the hem of your black satin dress. He slowly drags it up your thigh, your hip, the black lace of your panties, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

Every inch of you burns for him. Just when you think you can’t take any more of the teasing, his fingers finally find their target. You moan anew as he traces circles around the wet spot in the lace. He’s purposely being too gentle, denying you what you really want.

You grasp his hand in yours as you free yourself just enough to draw him into a frantic, pleading, desperate kiss. You feel him smile, right before a finger flicks the scant fabric aside and plunges into you.

“That’s a good girl,” he moans as he sinks another thick finger deeper into you. They slide in effortlessly and continue until they can’t anymore. “So naughty, so wet for me. Little slut.” The last word is a growl punctuated by a sharp thrust. You cry out as he stretches you beyond your limits. It’s bliss.

There’s no warning. His fingers are pumping at an alarming rate, pressing insistently into the sensitive wall that makes you bite back a scream and lose control of your limbs. Then his thumb is pressing insistently down on your clit, rubbing and flicking as he drives his fingers deep inside you. The muscles of his arms strain as he holds you down, forcing you to endure the violent pleasure wracking your entire body.

It builds and builds until you hear him command, “look at me when you come.” You snap your eyes open and the look he gives you does it. In this moment he owns you, controls you, and he revels in it. Those emotionless but devilishly beautiful blue eyes refuse to let you go as you finally succumb to unadulterated pleasure. You feel yourself clench rhythmically and involuntarily around him. For a brief moment your vision blacks out.

You’re left a panting mess in a heap of disheveled silk and tangled hair, still trembling in the throes of the most intense orgasm of your life. After a few moments he finally withdraws his fingers, only to deliver a sharp spank to your rear. You yelp in surprise. It forces you out of your euphoria, and in this new light you realize how different the man on top of you has become. No more gentlemanly facade now.

“Filthy whore. Did you really think I was done with you?”

Breathless, exhausted, but not one to leave the other hanging, you smirk. You know what comes next.

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New Wesker Edit 🔥🥵

Wesker x Unholy

⚠️Contains some flashing images and lights⚠️

Audio credit:

Sam Smith & Kim Petras - Unholy

Audio edit credit: @quitezy

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"Fuck the King, Feed the Hungry"

Seen in Glasgow, Scotland

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God save the King?

No

God save all the people in the UK for not being able to receive medical care, not being able to afford putting food on the table, not being able to afford the ever increasing rise of rent and property, abysmal mental health care, living in poverty...

The list goes on...

but no, God save the bloody King.

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More Seb and Omni

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"I'm here.."

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Good morning

He's still sleepy ~

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I’m unsure whether I want the first kiss with Adam to be intense, perhaps after an argument that neither even remember how it started. Where tension keeps climbing higher and higher, until it finally explodes. Where you don’t know which one moved first, but the detective and Adam are suddenly all over each other, maybe even teeth clashing at first, hands all over each other, because neither of them have the capacity to think too deeply at the moment. It’s just innumerable amount of need and want

or

do I want it to be really sweet, where they’re standing real close, foreheads touching, both of them maybe a little afraid to take the first step. Maybe whispering to each other, maybe it’s silent. The moment doesn’t necessarily require any sound since they do both know what they want from each other. Eventually one of them does move and it result in the fairest of touches between lips. Then another. And another. In the end it results in a blissed out sigh, unclear whose (maybe both)

I can’t decide because I want both of these

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Kimsooja: To Breathe - A Mirror Woman (2006)

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I like his blight skin!

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i feel like we are too hard on light yagami sometimes. imagine learning that you have absolute power over death itself and also the universe is cosmically uncaring and knowing for sure that there is literally nothing beyond the veil of death. you are being haunted by a perpetual ghost that will kill you if you don't do something interesting with that power. there is no higher power than you and the pen in your hand. and also you are in high school.

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Hey! This is my first youtube shorts of Wesker x Chris from Resident Evil. Would appreciate the likes and reblog <3 hope you like <3

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Rainy Early MorningS

S.T.A.R.S! Wesker x Fem! Reader

Hello! Yellow here! This would be my first Wesker x reader story I've done! If you would like to see more my ask are open for both NSFW and SFW requests! I did not pre-read this so there may be typos!

I hope you like it! - Yellow 💛🌻

It was late as night and the gentle sound of rain hitting the window echoed around the room. Lightning flashed and reviled for a slim second the two pairs of bodies tangled together in the mattress in the silk sheets. The soft sounds of them breathing in and out could be heard as the smaller physique shifted a bit into the large one wrapped around her. Her lover's hand reacted as if he was wide awake and pulled his lover in close. His hand rested against her lower back. Softly but firmly at the same time.

The rumbling of the thunder and the sound of cars passing by the apartment could be heard lightly but it wasn't something the two of them weren't used to. With them both working at the RPD at S.T.A.R.S. They were used to hearing these things, just add people talking in the background, the beeping noises of computers, and people walking past the S.T.A.R.S office and it would be just as if they were taking a nap at work. Just with expensive silk sheets and a door that could be locked. It seemed to be always rainy at Racoon City, feels like the only sessions were sunny, rain with slight sunshine, rainy, and heavy rain. It made whoever was stuck having night petrol a pain to do. This week it was Chris's turn for it. Meaning that he somehow manage to do something stupid and Wesker made him have night petrol for a solid week straight. Wich normal Chris didn't mind but then he saw that the weather was seat to rain nonstop this whole week.

(Y/N) felt slightly sorry for him but then again he should have known better than to try to pull a prank in the office, even with how small of a prank it was. She remembers him bursting into the office and begging her to let him hide under her desk so that Wesker wouldn't kill him. When she asked him what he did this time. She could hear heavy angry footsteps approaching the S.T.A.R.S office before she let out a sigh and pushed back a bit on her chair and he went crawling under her desk, mear seconds later the door swung open as if they were on a rescue mission to revile a very angry Wesker with his hair a mess. Bits of his lovely blond bangs were out of place and the top part of his outfit was wet. Evidently, Chris was trying to get back on one of the cops with a bucket of water on top of the door. Instead of the cop receiving the bucket of water, Wesker walked in and got completely wet. (Y/N) looked up and her eyes widen slightly as Wesker state.

"C-captan?! What happen sir!"

His head shifted over to look at (Y/N) as she sat at her desk before looking around the room and looking for Redfield. There was no one else there as both he and (Y/N) were always there early to get started on their work. Wesker was normally dragged off by the Chief so I was mainly here till the others started to arrive. After Rebeccah arrived Wesker would normally arrive back at the office again. Looking slightly annoyed after having to deal with the Chief. It was always Cris who was the last one running in one minute before his shift started.

He looked around looking for where Chris could be before he slowly approached (Y/N)'s desk. "(L/N)." He started as he looked down at her, his shades still on covering his blue eyes she rarely saw. She blinked as she looked up at him and gave him a nervous smile.

"A-ah um- yes sir?"

"Where is Redfield."

He said sternly as he stays looking directly into her eyes. (Y/N) jumped slightly as she closed her eyes and gave him a nervous smile.

"U-um- I don-"

"You know I don't like liars (L/N)."

"I-I-"

There was still enough room under the table for Chris to quickly crawl out and ran as fast as he could over to the door of the S.T.A.R.S office. (Y/N) blinked as she turned and watched him run away before nervously turning her head and looking back at her Captain.

"He hid under your desk before you could say anything. to stop him."

"Yes sir."

She said as she looked back over at Wesker who was already heading over to the office door.

"Wesker- don't go too hard on him-"

She quickly asked as he paused and turn slightly to look over at him. It was hard to tell what he was thinking with those shades on but in the end, he said nothing and walked out of the office. He didn't need to run to track down Redfield. And by the time everyone was at their desk he came walking in dragging Redfield in by the cooler and heading straight into his office and closing the door. Jill and Rebecca blinked as they bother turned to (Y/N) asking what happen. She smiled nervously and explain to them what happen this morning. Making Rebeccah get up to go get some herbs and a medkit for Chris. Jill sighed and went back to her paperwork as (Y/N) stared at his office for a moment before going back to her own work.

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The door to the shaded bedroom softly clicked open and a small hand slowly pushed open the door with a tender creaking echoing around the room. A small head of blond hair peeked around the corner of the door to see the two sleeping bodies before slowly tiptoeing across the hardwood floor over to one of the sides of the bed. The little girl was holding a book way too big for her as she approached one side of the bed. Looking down at the book and up ad the bed she placed the book down and used it to help her claim onto the bed with the two in it.

"Dad… Psss- Dad !"

She whispered quietly as her father faced away from her. She heard her mother mumble softly."

"Isabella… It's 3 in the morning…"

Her mother mumbled as she shifted slightly to rest her head against her lover's chest. Isabella blinked and turned to look back down at her book on the floor.

"But I couldn't sleep and I had a question about my book."

She whispered still as her father slowly came to slightly annoyed being woken up but not fully away to move away from his beautiful (Y/N). Her mother slowly pulled herself away from Albert's warmth and looked at their daughter.

"The one that William gave you for your birthday…"

She hardly got out before she let out a big yawn and rubbed one of her eyes. Albert slowly sat up mumbling under his breath as he reached over and grabbed his sunglasses from his nightstand and put them on out of habit.

"Yeah- Mr. Birkin said to ask dad about it if I had any questions."

Albert would have a talk with William about saying that to Isabella later when he was back at the lab. William had given Isabella a book on viruses for her birthday which Wesker wasn't too happy with, but he doubt that she would actually read it. It was a rather large book and he was;t sure if she would understand what was in it fully. Turns out she did, any time. So much so that she learned a lot and had written something on a piece of paper for her father to look over. She crawled over and grabbed the book and paper before handing them to her father.

"Wouldn't a Mononegavirus with things close to like- like would infect it's host cells by endocyosis or full absorption then a- aggressive injection. Would it be enough for a vampire virus?"

Annnddd with that he was fully up and looking at his daughter blinking a few times before taking the piece of paper she handed him and looking down at it. (Y/N) was also up now staring at their daughter with a confused face.

"Honey… Wha- when did you learn those big words?"

"Last night."

(Y/N) smiled tiredly as she reached out and ruffled Isabella's hair sleepily.

"Sweetheart, is 3 in the morning really the best time to bother your father about this? I'm sure William was only joking about asking him for help about it when he gave you the book love."

"Oh…"

She said sadly as (Y/N) took her hand pack and pulled Isabella into her lap.

"We can ask your father if William and his daughter can come up here again sometime for another play date. And you may ask him about it. How's that sound?"

Isabella looked over at her father as a way of asking him for permission. He nods before folding the piece of paper and setting it on his nightstand along with her book before he took the warm blanket off of him and slowly sat up. His bare feet hit the floor as he walked over and took Isabella from her mother's arm into his. (Y/N) smiled as she watched Albert take the daughter back to her room and put her back into bed before he came back and join her in their own bed for what little sleep they could now get before work started.

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"Albert who on earth wrote this?"

Doctor Birkin asked as he turned in his chair holding the unfolded piece of paper and looking up at Wesker. Wesker had his hands in his lab coat pockets as he monitored a test subject for any changes in his appearance.

"These descriptions- this Vampiric virus could work. And I know it wasn't you. I know what your handwriting looks like-"

"Little (L/N) wrote it last night."

Both Wesker and William know who Little (L/N) was the code name for. He blinked before he turned and looked at Wesker fully.

"She- did this?"

"She brought it up to me this morning with some question."

Wesker replied, never taking his eyes off the current test subject. William stared at him for a few moments before leaning back into his office chair. A hand rested against his forehead as he keep rereading what was on the page.

"Well then.. Your little side project is becoming very promising Albert…"

He said as his eye shifted back up to Wesker. Who was staring at the current test subject's transformation from behind the glass before it let out a loud scream. Another one failed, but it didn't upset him. Little (L/N) was moving along right on schedule.