#re3 nemesis

[nauticlills]

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[refiwrites]

this

is HIS song

[mrswint3rs]

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

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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?

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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.

mlist

[cerealstew]

maybe the real S.T.A.R.S. were the bio organic weapons we met along the way

[tastylemonbread]

repost of some pixel art portraits i made around spetember last year

[notsogreatgamer]

It is strange to think that Mr. X and Nemesis were roaming Raccoon City at relatively the same time. Mr. X is just hunting down survivors; Nemesis was especially programed to target any S.T.A.R.S members still in the city. So, Jill never sees Mr. X. But did Nemesis and Mr. X ever just:

[cada4us]

trying to figure out how i want to draw carlos’s face while Also still capturing his likeness (it’s hard)

[ivyppoison]

i think its only fitting to request carlos covering his partner in hickeys in honor of the carlos banner 🥴 (if you want to! no pressure <3)

CARLOS OLIVEIRA COVERING HIS PARTNER IN HICKEYS !¡

― ☆ note : i had a dream about carlos the other day. i forgot what is was about to be honest, but i think it was a message telling me to write everything & anything to do w him bc i am obsessed w him. in honour of my carlos banner, we have this amazing work of art. unfortunetly, school will become a horror for the next 6 weeks so i apologise if i don't write as much . . .

warnings ✦ 𓂃 carlos being such a tease

#. resident evil masterlist. | main masterlist.

Dinner with Carlos was almost something to look forward to.

And it was always somewhat eventful — whether filled with lust or laughter.

You had currently busied yourself with the dishes whilst Carlos helped with other notions around the kitchen.

However, when he had finally finished with his chores, was when he could finally lay out all his love.

The sound of the water and the soft melody of your humming made you partly unaware of Carlos’ footsteps as he made his way towards you.

“Are you almost done, hermosa?” He asked, placing his hands on your waist as he gently pulled you backwards so you were pressed flush against his chest.

A small gasp escaped your lips as the sudden feeling 

“Carlos —,” you muttered, letting out a small laugh as he pressed a kiss to your neck. 

“¿Cuánto tardará?” He whispered, his chin now resting on your shoulder. 

“Not too long, baby. Just wait,” you answered, your focus still on the dishes in front of you.

Whether it was the silence that pervaded the room, or the passionate yet simple understanding you held for each other, you could feel Carlos’ impatience cut through the peaceful atmosphere like a dagger. 

A sharp, razor-edge dagger.

And if looks could kill, Carlos’ gaze would have you crumpling into the ground with nothing but pure need.

His grip on your waist became noticeably tighter as he brought his lips to the sensitive skin of your neck, however, this time, you could feel his teeth graze against a certain spot.

“Carlos —,” you mumbled once again, your hands now leaving the dishes in case the feeling of it all caused you to break something.

It was hardly possible that neither one of you would care though. 

“No puedo dejar de pensar en ti,” he muttered, pulling you even closer to him as he placed a kiss where the flush of your blood started to form a small bruise. 

“I can tell,” you smiled, closing your eyes as he placed a kiss behind your ear.

“Would you mind if I gave you another?” He asked, both with curiosity but also in a teasing manner, gesturing to the now visible mark on your neck. 

Due to the convenience of the window by the sink, you looked into your faint reflection before meeting Carlos’ dark eyes, almost trembling under his gaze.

“Go ahead,” you replied, closing your eyes again as you felt his lips pressed an amorous kiss to your neck, followed by another until he left a trail of kisses along your skin.

A small shiver travelled down your spin as you completely lost yourself to his addictive touch. 

And it was such a shame it was so addicting, but for you it was simply something you never had to yearn for as you always had him.

translations ( 'm sorry if any of these are wrong ) : 'Hermosa' — 'Beautiful', '¿Cuánto tardará?' — 'how long will it take?', 'No puedo dejar de pensar en ti' — 'I can´t stop thinking about you'

[impoeticbeauty]

carlos (re3: nemesis) icons

[ghostmaldo]

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ RE3 Remake: Taking care of Sick Jill and Carlos (Seperate) with GN!Reader~General head cannons 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

I am barely recovering from being sick from a week long cold and this sort of just manifested into my head and I thought, why not? Less evil in this Resident.

No warning, just natural sickness and fluuuuff

I didn’t really proof read this… my bad

Ask box open 💙

Play list I listened to while writing this—> Best of Resident Evil on Spotify ^^

~Maldo

❀ Jill Valentine ❀

~So, I picture SO and Jill have been living together for sometime in their shared apartment. It started with a slight sneezing fit throughout the day. Nothing a bit of allergy medicine couldn’t fix. However, by the end of the day SO would notice shes doing clearing of her throat more often and ask her about it. She’d simply reply with: “My throats just a little dry.”

~However, by the next morning Jills throat is completely raw, her nose is stuffed up, body aches, chill. Mad suffering. She insists she can walk it off but with some firm convincing from SO she’s politely shoved back into bed while they run to the nearest store to get her some medicine and things that are easy on the stomach. Jill sleeps the entire time their gone and only stirs agains when she hears the front door open. An instinct of hers.

~SO comes back with the best of medicine, sports drinks in her favorite flavor and of course some chicken noodle soup in the shape of stars. Upon seeing the stars printed on the front label she laughs (In a sickly way) “Stars… really?” SO nods and claims it would help her feel better.

~Having a warm bowl of soup and medicine admisintered by SO. Jill melts into the blankets and knocks out for the next several hours. She’s incredibly touched by her SO checking in on her every once and awhile. She’s always slightly aware when they enter their shared bed room, placing their slightly cold hand on her forehead or cheek to check for her temperature. But she keeps her eyes closed and allowed them to make her comfortable. It’s… a nice feeling for her.

~A real swooning moment would be when SO exits the room again. Gently closing the door behind them as to not disturb a resting Jill Valentine.

~When Jills feeling up to it. SO would help them into a warm bubble bath to help with the congestion. Afterwards, SO can suggest rubbing Vix on her chest to further help with the snuffles.

~A repeat of this cycle and after a few days. Jill starts to feel good as new. On the first day shes feeling much better but still a little groggy. Shell crawl out of bed with a blanket and find SO. Who’s currently on the couch doing one of their own activities quietly, though they are happy to see Jill out of bed. Together they take a nap with the sun rays warming them from the window. It’s the final medicine dose Jill needs to be back at 100%.

~Snuggles and forehead kisses with Jill make Maldo’s heart melt

“Thank you for taking care of me for the last few days. Ive been so use to taking care of myself I forgot what it was like to be dotted on.”

~Que a warm embrace and a tender kiss

❀ Carlos Oliveira ❀

~Carlos makes it everyone’s problem that his sick and by everyone I mean his SO. While his groaning and tossing and turning in his bed. SO finally comes to check up on him and his just laying there with these big merciful doe eyes. Before he has a chance to say anything, his body send him into a coughing fit that has him curling back into bed.

~SO: “I told you you were getting sick-“

~Pillow thrown at them from the man baby.

~Anyhow, SO proceeded to find some medicine in their apartments cabinet and a thermometer to take his temperature along with a cold rag. Poor guy did look really pale and clammy. If Carlos does have a fever, SO has to be prepared to wrestle the blankets off of him as his shivering from said fever.

“Carlos you have a fever!”

“I’m coooold!”

~Finding a can of chicken soup with stars in the kitchen. SO leaves Carlos with a movie running in their shared bedroom while they warm up the soup on the stove for him. As they read the medicine has to be taken with food or he’ll be sick and with an upset stomach-

~When he sees the bowl of soup he scowls slightly. “Haha very funny…. Staaars (S/O)” Listen I thought it was funny

~Will not let his SO leave his side. After the medicine starts to make him drowsy he literally pulls SO into bed with him and snuggles against them. And looordy is he a heater even without his blankets. Carlos claims he’ll only get better if he has his beloved next to him the entire time. With a sigh, SO relents, but faces away from him as the little spoon as a precaution to avoid getting sick themselves.

~Only takes about a day or two to recover and is ready to go back out into the world. As a token of his appreciation for dealing with him. Carlos takes SO out for dinner at their favorite restaurant.

“Hey, thanks for the last few days. I was a brat… but I appreciate you for taking care of me.”

~Que forehead kiss and Carlos wrapping an arm around their shoulders and pulling them in closer.

[snowsupply]

Doodling Nemesis again. He's hard to draw🥲

[jillvalenfield96]

RE3R epilogue shows Jill in Chris' flat in Europe during RECV events.

Both punching bag and green singlet're hint to even who doesn't know about serie lore.

Jill keeps broken capsule as Raccoon City memento,for the fight against bioterrorism.

Both OG RE3 Jill's epilogue and official RE Archives 2 say she reached Chris' flat after escaping Raccoon City

[kapkant7]

So everyone is talking about how Jill doesn't age because Capcom wants the women to be youthful and pretty in their eyes but I've spotted something more concerning in Resident Evil: Death Island.

See those clothes?

They are the same clothes from REmake 3. Death Island is set after Vendetta so circa 2017ish. REmake 3 was set in 1998.

The opening of the game even has her wake up in them. Does Jill only own one set of clothes? Nemesis busting through her wall could've found a much bleaker and more depressing scene than he did in canon.

[egretious]

Nemesis Rammattra skin. Cuz he has a nemesis form. Get it? Haha.

[wintershazard]

☆ finishing up RE3R with carlos and nemesis, mophead and weird looking xenomorph ☆

[naerwenia]

Nemesis, The Ultimate Weapon - Nemesis x female reader

The first chapter here. This is the second chapter.

I actually wanted to continue my first part to make a more substantial forbidden romance type story, or just go for tentacle smut. But that's next, this is just a small in-between chapter full of people looking at reader who sees Nemesis as more than a weapon, while also being studied at Umbrella after what happened at Raccoon city.

A sight set on the weapon that was put away in a box for safekeeping, a tube full of liquid made to house the body of a weapon. Black strips of leather wrapping the body in a strangely humanoid form; four limbs made of muscle and tendrils, a head elongated and mouth with lips pulled back, a grim expression made only by the teeth as the eyes of the scientists were drawn to them only when looking at the creature they had created. But the girl in front of the tube, hands touching the glass, could not see anything, even when she tried to strain her eyes to imagine the features onto the glass mask put on Nemesis. There was nothing, but she still remembered his features, his skin, his touch, even the more unpleasant parts like smell and anger in his growl. All those made her feel safe around him, like someone who would protect her from the unknown. Even now, being shown him next to a wall, in a lab, without his face visible, she knew he was more than a weapon, more than an asset. She was just a girl behind a protective glass, hoping he could feel the warm touch she left on the glass and the longing she felt inside the heart beating in her chest resting against the cold glass. 

Every day one of the guards and a scientist took her to see the Nemesis-T02, so she could see the specimen was alright. She was told not to speak as it might mess with the monitoring equipment, but it really was because her voice had messed with the orders given to the BOW and they had not come to a working conclusion to know what had done that and why. The doctors and scientists could not even agree if it could mess with the whole weapon or just the parasite even in regenerative stasis, or maybe activate brain functions Umbrella deemed unnecessary. They would not let her undermine the project just because the girl saw some resemblance of humanity in the tyrant, especially when it was almost finished, almost perfect for large scale production and sale. Of course it was a good thing they caught the vulnerability now, but it was such an odd and inconvenient one that it might as well be a major issue in the research. Debrief was done right after the memory chip had been removed and any irregularities mapped, but there was nothing indicating a problem in the organic material or the behaviour of the parasite. So here the scientist was, guiding a girl who might be the only irregularity in this equation, but they were not allowed to take her out or put her away.  

The guard tapped her shoulder, and slowly the girl separated from the glass, still looking up at the creature. The guard had seen the tyrant in action, a weapon was a light word to describe the destruction it left in its wake. The man behind the helmet tried to keep himself away from the situation mentally, but the way you looked at the T02 made him take another look every time, questioning if he had lost a bit of humanity in himself as you seemed to regard the Nemesis as a human too, yet he could see only the vague outline of a human in front of him. It had happened before and it would happen again. The grip of humanity was often lost when following orders, but that was by design and he understood that, especially when dealing with hazardous materials in secretive projects. Still seeing the girl have such strong emotion on her face, a look of longing when in front of the bio-organic weapon, made him doubt his own judgement deep down. 

As the scientist led the way back to the girl’s containment room, the guard followed the girl's footsteps. Short, soft steps that tried their hardest to keep up with the scientist’s pace, but every other step she took in her fluffy socks was a quick hop, only to be followed by the marching pace of the guard. Every step the girl took was at odds with the facility she was trapped within; the warm light surrounding her and the innocent, understanding smile she gave freely to those she came across while her walk more closely resembled a bunny hopping from cloud to cloud, all this while Umbrella had taken her clothes, her identity, her freedom. Left of the south wing, upstairs, behind two labs, the girl was given a white dress and hurried back to her room, only to get inside, turn and smile. There was no malice, no trickery, just patience, waiting to be with her friend again.

The door in front of her closed and locked, multiple locks moving in their place and clicking, and the girl sighed. No matter how many times she told herself she was safe here, that no one was out there trying to kill her, that there was nothing she could do but wait and see, but the lack of directions, clear schedule and mission made her incredibly anxious and depressed, more than usual. She had gathered that there was no way out for her before Umbrella knew why Nemmy disregarded commands in her presence, but she was more worried about him, Nemesis. He had been kind enough to save her from the zombies, but that was apparently wrong, as he was supposed to be a weapon instead of a shield during that mission. The thought haunted her, that her selfish desires had doomed him, but for now it seemed Nemmy was in stasis and taken care of. It didn’t take away the wishes she had for him, for the next meeting and embrace they could share, maybe she would be able to give him the kiss she had thought of now every night since finding herself living here, in this glass house of sterile white floors with walls of frosted glass. Only colours she had seen in weeks were white, black, greens on her plate and sometimes blood.

The girl sat down on the floor and got on her back, looking at the ceiling, feeling the cold floor against her skin. Soothing coolness touched her sensitive skin, she closed her eyes and dreamed: a dream made of tentacles slithering on her skin, around her legs, leaving slime where they had touched her, helping more climb up her limbs. Tightly binding her in place, the tentacles could not help but tie her hands above her head and legs bound together, keeping her there in a desperate hug, not wanting to let her go. No matter how crushing the binding hug felt, the girl just smiled, blushed, and let a tear fall down, fearing this might just be the only way for her to feel him again. 

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So that was the second chapter, I have no idea what I want from this, other than eventual smut and more love for Nemesis. If you have ideas or wishes, my ears are open, just like my messages!