#rebecca chambers smut

[obsolescent]

Kinktober - Day 29

Prompt: Showering

Pairing: Rebecca Chambers x Reader

Author’s Notes: Rebecca fit this one best due to the height similarities between me and her, so this has a short reader in mind! Enjoy!

Content Warnings: AFAB reader, gender neutral language used, reader is around the same height as Rebecca, domestic fluff, oral sex, fingering, nipple play, shower sex.

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The rivulets of water create rivers down your body, soap following along the slopes and curves that make up your physique. The warmth from the shower soothes you, tilting your head under the shower’s head to rinse your hair.

There’s a soft knock at the door, a muffled, “Can I come in?” You smile, Rebecca’s always been so polite, it’s adorable. “Yeah! Come in, baby,” you reply, able to see the door opening and closing through the opaque curtain. 

Rebecca sets her towel down on the counter before removing her clothing, folding them neatly and setting them beside her towel. Once bare, she steps over to the shower, pulling the curtain back. “Mind if I join?” You grin, nodding. Rebecca steps into the tub.

Her green eyes travel the expanse of your body before her hands join, her touch following the water’s paths. You hum, eyes slipping closed at her gentle prodding.

“Welcome home.”

She giggles, “Thanks, sweetie! Today was tough. I’m so happy to be back home with you.”

Rebecca pulls you into an embrace, chest squeezing together at the intensity of her hug. You bite your lip, thighs rubbing together. She notices, and with a glint in her eyes, she moves her hands down to cup your ass.

With her face level with yours, you kiss her cheek. Giggling once more, she pulls you closer, lips meeting yours. Tongues tangling, you slide your hands down her back, one holding onto her waist while the other ventures lower, between her legs. 

Rebecca gasps as your finger rubs along her slit, circling her clit. She moans, grip becoming tighter. Your fingers slide inside, thumb bumping her clit as you thrust. You drop to your knees, mouth replacing your thumb.

Crying out, she grabs your head, eyes rolling back at your fingering and sucking. You can tell she’s been pent up, nearing an orgasm rather quickly. “Please please don’t stop,” she mutters, hips rocking against your face. 

With a twist of your fingers and a long drag of your tongue over her clit, she cums, pussy clenching rhythmically around your digits, babbling a mixture of affirmations and your name. With a jolt, she moves her hips away from the overstimulation, her hands reaching for you. 

You allow her to pull you into an embrace, Rebecca clinging to your body while her’s settles. “So good, you whisper in her ear, leaving kisses against her skin. She hums, dreamy look resting on her face. You’re glad you could help her after work, letting her blow off some steam.

Rebecca lifts her head, meeting your gaze. “Mine turn!” She says, maneuvering your body to lean back against the tiled wall. She kisses down your body, thumbs circling your nipples. You sigh, hand carding through her drenched hair.

She lifts a leg over her shoulder, allowing her better access. Thighs pelted with kisses as she teases at your clit, touch barely grazing your pulsating clit. Groaning, you look down at her. “Don’t tease!” 

“What’s the magic word?” She says with a smirk. “Please touch me,” you say with a roll of your eyes that turns into them falling shut as she presses the pads of her fingers against you in slow, circular motions. 

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” she chuckles, other hand spreading your lips apart, tongue reaching into your hole to lap at the wetness seeping out. “God, baby, feels so good,” slurred out of your mouth and Rebecca hums, feeling her smile against you.

Her fingers pick up speed, tongue thrusting into your pussy. Pinching at your nipples, the last bit of sensation you needed before reaching your orgasm, head thudding against the tiles as you arch, squirting against Rebecca’s ministrations.

‘Glad we’re in the shower’ comes to your mind as you come down, your essence running down Rebecca’s body, washing down the drain. She grins up at you and your heart feels like it’s stuttering. God, “I love you,” you say, helping her up. 

Her grin turns into a sincere look, cupping your face in her hands. “I love you, too,” is her reply, pecking your nose. You two continue to shower, playfully teasing one another before the water begins to run cold. You step out and towel off, swatting Rebecca with your towel, which leads into a chase around the apartment.

Playing a game of tag of sorts, your pursuit finally ends in the bedroom, both collapsing onto the bed in a fit of laughter. Rebecca pulls you close and lays her head on your chest. She soon drifts off, your bodies tangled together, feeling secure and warm in your hold.

[roseglazedlens]

⦑ THE FUCKING DEAD ⦒ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

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𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓┇𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑┇𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐅𝐈𝐂┇𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 LEON S. KENNEDY & CARLOS OLIVEIRA X AFAB GN! READER ADA WONG & JILL VALENTINE X AFAB GN! READER chapter synopsis: You are amongst the top five selected for this infiltration to take down Glenn Arias. An argument unfolds between the agents and you are forced to pick a side. chapter content: smut in next chapter, resident evil: vendetta spoilers, zombies, haunted mansion, explicit themes throughout this series. a/n: welcome to my second series!! (need to finish my first one oops) on a thursday one month ago, i thought to myself 'zombie threesome hehehe', then i took the idea and sprinted with it and this series is born. so, uh... zombiefuckers rise up?? « 3.3 k words | general masterlist | ao3 | reblogs appreciated! »

Millions are dying—Mass infections are happening across the globe swamping the streets with an unbeknownst fear. The symptoms of this virus are faint, indecipherable next to an x-ray of a man who is perfectly healthy. Not even the carrier themselves are aware of how the virus lies underneath their veins, dormant, until a click of button is pressed from a commander far away, then their symptoms worsen: a headache, a cold, veins turning purple as the poison hatches in them, spreading, until the only thing that can manoeuvre their limbs is the word: KILL.

That’s the greatest strength of this virus. Anyone can be infected, and maybe, you already are.

This product first reached the underground market three months ago. Called the A-Virus; a bioweapon succeeded in the market for its ability to infect targeted communities remotely and leaving no evidence on the perpetrator, which no other distributors had successfully produced before.

Engineered by Glenn Arias, the researcher sold over thousands of this bioweapon, becoming a billionaire overnight at the cost of lives lost from the whims of the rich. He supplied the wealthy and corrupted, like insatiable brats, with new remote-controlled monster trucks, who only aims to tear down families and have their victims beg mercy to a monster that will not speak reason.

Hence, this problem brought attention to a global scale, having the DSO come in alliance with the BSAA and other independent mercenaries to hunt down the vaccine and put a stop to Arias’ grand schemes. Handpicking five agents who are equipped with both experience and skill to combat a zombie attack on this scale of doom and urgency.

Those five agents are Jill Valentine, Carlos Oliveira, Leon S. Kennedy, Ada Wong, and you.

A plan is already in place. A distraction concocted with your intel and the help of a senior researcher of all things bioweapons, Rebecca Chambers. While Arias is busy attending fake business meetings on the other side of the world, the five of you will infiltrate his private mansion to retrieve a concentrated sample of the A-Virus. Rebecca can use the sample to reverse engineer it into a cure and send her findings to facilities across the world.

The plan sounds brilliant in writing, but when you arrived his private mansion in Queretaro region, Mexico, something is off about this place.

Arias is a mastermind, you had been warned many times, in which you appropriately prepared all your best gear for this mission to treat it with utmost gravity. You’re thinking armed guards, well-equipped security, BOWs. But when the five of you pushed open the front doors of his mansion, it was quiet.

Empty. Not a single soul. Just five of you greeted by the whisk of wind through weakly hinged windows that somehow makes the humid air stick to your skin further. Did Rebecca get the wrong info? No one lived there. From what you heard when you were in town, not even the locals dare to venture anywhere near the odd gothic mansion on the top of the hill. They said it’s abandoned, cursed, rumoured to whisk away young children if they ever step foot inside.

It’s a story they say to stop the naughty kids, you remind yourself. It’s not haunted. And you’re not a kid anymore.

The inside is abandoned. Cobwebs lay thick between cornices and carved columns, the floors laced with a film of dust on the luxurious dark wood flooring, creaking with worn age as you take each step. Besides the chandelier, every single piece of furniture is either the same colour of black or red, or nothing else. The soft red velvet upholstery and the rug are made with the same fabric. And you can find the same dark wood in every corner of this house. It’s in the tables, the shelves, the chaise, the painting frames, and stone-like head sculpture whittled with the same exact dark wood, ridged the exact uniform way.

Then, you look at the wall. Black patches of mould smearing across the burgundy wallpaper like a crime scene.

Something creaks behind you. The hair on your arms stands up as you shiver, immediately followed by a wave of embarrassment. Despite the number of times you had taken down hordes of incoming zombies like they’re cardboard targets, why is a bit of wind freaking you out? It’s not a ghost, just old foundations, maybe mice, or wind kicking something off a table, like how every old house sounds like. You look around to see if anyone else catches you jumping at nothing, before Jill says, thankfully unaware of your worry:

“God, the smell. What have they done to this place?” Her hand flies over her nose as if that will help to shield any smell whatsoever. Unfortunately, the building is moulded far beyond salvageable that the stench lingers in every part of the mansion.

“I’m sure it’s not that bad. We get weeks-old corpses in body bags every day. It’s absolutely retching.” Jill’s earpiece fizzes into life, and she recognises the familiar playful lilt of Rebecca’s voice on the other side of the line.

“At least that’s refrigerated and contained, Rebecca. This fucking stinks.” Jill scrunches her face like she just ate something unpleasant.

“I’m sending my sympathies from my well-conditioned lab right now.”

Carlos appears from Jill’s behind, placing a firm, teasing hand on top of Jill’s shoulder. His wavy curls catch in the wind and his teeth glistens sparkly white. “Yeah Jill, got a problem with my natural musk?”

Jill shrugs his hand off, grimacing at his attempts at flirtation. “Take a shower first, then we’ll talk.”

In which Carlos laughs, holds his hand out at his heart as if it was just torn into shreds. “That hurts my feelings, Jill. Why aren’t you ever saying things like that to pretty boy over there?”

“I have a name, Oliveira.” The blond man turns around at the call of his nickname, familiar with the nickname, but it's not pleasantly received by him.

“I think pretty boy suits you more, Kennedy.” Carlos replies, a glint in his voice that hints something a bit less than friendliness between them.

“Ah, so you do know my name.” Leon quips back while staring directly into Carlos’ eyes, before getting cut off by Jill.

“I would, Carlos, but if I have to hear one more corny ass comeback from Leon’s mouth, I’ll throw myself out the window right now.”

“Takes a genius to get my humour.” Leon smirks.

Your eyebrows raise almost immediately to chime in. “Erm… I think we have different meanings for the word ‘genius’.”

Quiet chuckles ripple through the room. It helps that you have worked with these guys throughout the years and had come to know and get close to them—some a bit closer than just friends—but none of them are strangers by far. Usually, you would be working with only one or two of these guys, never in a big group like this, but it seems that everyone is already well-acquainted with each other.

You toss a glance at Carlos and catch him staring at you, smiling. Ah, you see now. Carlos must have been trying to lighten the mood because you had been jumpy ever since you had arrived. You nod at him, a silent thank you before the five of you venture deeper into the eerie atmosphere.

The goal is to arrive at Glenn Aria’s office. According to Rebecca’s intel, Arias hid a concentrated sample in a safe last time he was here. You will need Ada to crack the safe to retrieve the sample and deliver it to Rebecca. As you traverse the corridors, it twists and turns in different directions—whoever engineered this did not enjoy unexpected guests at all. But under Rebecca’s guidance, she walks you and your team through the labyrinth with ease and precision.

But unfortunately, not ease and precision on your part. You trip over your own leg and almost fall to the floor as you round a harsh turn according to Rebecca’s instructions, and Jill catches you right on the arm before you fall.

“Easy there.” Jill pulls you up the ground, and you regain some balance. “You good? Mind your step.”

“Why did I agree to babysit?” Ada speaks, finally, for the first time in this mission. Despite how quietly she spoke under her breath, her words abruptly cut through the air, and all attention is on her and the red sweater dress that curves into her frame perfectly now.

“Oh, I bet once you get your paycheck it will be worth it. Or will you be betraying us, huh, Ada?”

Leon smirks loudly. Ada’s face goes from tired to exhausted in one second. “You just can’t let bygones be bygones, can you?”

“That’s rich coming from someone who used to work for Wesker.” Ada’s heels come to a stop, and with a slow turn, she stares deeply into Leon’s eyes that speak a million threats without needing to be utter a word. Oh, and believe me, you do not want to be messing with Ada. You learnt that the hard way.

“Woah, guys. Let’s keep this civil. No need to get heated.” Carlos rushes to stand right between them as the duo glares at each other with passionate fury and resentment.

You nod, joining Carlos’ side to stand by him. “Carlos’s right. This is not the time to pick a fight.” But it falls on the deaf ears of Leon and Ada.

“Thousands were killed. I want what’s good for the people, and I’m not sure Ada here is on the same page.” Leon continues, adding fuel to the fire.

Ada lets out a disbelieved gasp in response, before recollecting herself and replying in her usual tone of calmness: “Someone has to pay the price. I’m just the executor.”

“Regardless of our motivations, we all are on the same side here.” Carlos attempts at resolution again, putting his hands up in between them, and fails embarrassingly once more.

The air is heated with hostility; Leon and Ada’s eyes are locked in a trance, a hazy spite that reigns their composure, that looking away from each other means forfeiting. You don’t see either of them walking away first, they are both prideful people after all.

“Uh… Jill? Some help?” Carlos looks around to find Jill, who is leaning against a wall, her arms relaxing by her sides, unphased by the fire stirring right in front of the crowd.

“Not my circus, not my monkeys.” Jill is merely waiting for either one of the parties roll over.

You feel speckles of flame through the two of them, as if steam is retreating over the top of their heads, burning not just them, but also everyone else in the room. Until the boiling point hits, and it erupts all in one second. The duo walks away, off to different directions in bitter adrenaline, until you and Carlos are just looking at each other.

“I guess we’ll take five. There’s a safe room up ahead.” Carlos is speaking, but you’re the one listening.

The five of you enters the safe room in silence. It is a storage room—despite its name, it’s quite large for a normal storage room—with boxes stacked on all ends that made the room seem smaller in comparison. A ceiling light illuminates the room dimly, but it isn’t enough to shade away years of old animosity from their past.

The lively conversations you had mere minutes ago is gone now. Just silence and awkward rustling as each of you sits in your own designated corner. Carlos and Jill find themselves a seat on top of a firm box. Leon and Ada giving each other the silent treatment, standing on farthest end of the room to each other. You are simply minding your own business, gathering materials to craft a flashbang to pass the time. Doesn’t hurt to have more supplies anyway.

There is a notable division on each side, an imaginary alliance that you choose to be on neither side. Until Leon crosses the boundary line, somehow making his way to you. He picks up an empty grenade case next to you, assembling the pieces together for your project.

“Sorry you had to see that.” A little guilt tugs at Leon’s voice.

“Not at all. I get why you felt that way.” Leon nods, a look of gratitude hanging softly through a smile. His other finger seals the flashbang cap and hands it back to you. “But you need to learn to control your temper. Especially when it comes to Ada.”

Speaking of Ada, a shiver runs down your spine suddenly. The feeling of someone sending laser signs and telepathic warnings towards you. You turn around towards the direction of the aura to find Ada, her back leaning against the wall, arms crossed without engaging or acknowledging anyone in the room. She stands by herself alone, and that’s how you had always known Ada—distant and in her own mysterious world. Not really a chatter, despite the number of times she had saved you in the past.

Ada does not look at you, but you can feel her glaring down—either you or Leon—with her entire body.

“Good to see the two of you getting along at least.” Carlos holds out two plastic water bottles to you two from a supply crate he found in the room, which Jill has finished downing two of them already.

You two gesture ‘no thanks.’ Ada does not spare Carlos a glance at his direction when he offers.

“You’re welcome, I guess.” Carlos says sarcastically, before taking in a generous sip from his drink.

There’s a moment of silence. Then, a moment of dry coughs; a squeak of footsteps, a joint click from a stretching neck. Then silence once more.

“I’ve had enough.” Jill slaps her hands on her thigh before pushing herself up from her seat. “You guys gonna keep acting like kids? Grow up, this isn’t high school anymore. Take your drama outside. If we’re gonna take down Arias, we have to get along. And yes, that means moving on from shit that happened… five years ago? Five years ago and you two are still hung up? Unlike you all, I’m actually looking forward to go home and get a decent shower, hopefully soon.”

You nod in approval as Jill speaks her mind, and you are glad at least the few of you have their priorities in order. Ada flicks her head away from Jill, but her silence is telling of how much she is thinking over Jill’s words.

“Leon, can you accept this?” Jill asks.

There’s a bit of reluctance in his voice, but he agrees anyway. “Fine.”

“Ada?”

Before Ada can respond, smoke is creeping into your vision, coming in quick. It merges into your view, obscuring it, and you whiff something artificial, some kind of chemicals that is piercing to your nose and eyes. You can’t help but wince, hands groping the air in attempts to find comfort in the person closest to you—anyone for that matter—to indicate you’re safe and is indeed not under attack. Your fingers find themselves in a fistful of someone’s shirt, muscles tensing tightly underneath the fabric on their shoulder cap.

“Leon. Is that you?” You cry out.

“It’s me. Stay close and don’t let go. It’s an ambush.” Leon pulls your arm towards him, securing your safety with his hand in yours.

There is some coughing through the air, faint panic in voices underneath the hissing of gas that seems to be coming from above. You hold onto Leon a bit tighter.

Carlos calls out desperately “Where are you guys? Is everyone okay?” as he flaps his hand around the smoke to stir it away. He finds you and Leon almost immediately, and looks down to your hands, finding them clasped tight against each other. Your hand lets go of Leon flying behind your back, but Carlos already saw it.

Jill is coughing deep from the smoke. “I-I’m here!”

“It seems like we’re all here.” Ada says, composed as ever despite the circumstances.

The smoke dissipates—until most of the fog fades away, escaping through the cracks underneath the door to the other side. Leaving the five of you standing in the same storage room darting eyes around, seemingly unharmed, and even more confused.

After what feels like a while later, Jill finally breaks the silence: “Huh. What was that?”

“No enemies.” Ada unholsters the pistol from her belt, inspecting the room and the door behind the room. “Clear on this side too.”

It’s strange. If this is an ambush, why isn’t there an attack?

Leon places a finger on his earpiece to activate his microphone. “Rebecca, come in. We’ve just been ambushed by some kind of smoke, but nobody’s hurt. Happen to know what’s going on?”

His earpiece buzzes into life. “Hmm, let’s see. From the architecture plans, I see the vents are connected to a lab below. It seems abandoned, there are no signs of anyone triggering an attack on my end.”

“Whatever it is, we need to investigate.” Leon’s voice is firm and serious. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”

You swallow deeply, fear settling back inside you. “You think it’s a trap?”

“I think…” Leon pinches his chin. “…Arias knows that we’re here.”

Your heart drops—Bundle of fear, anxiety and stress springing back into your nerves as you probe at the possibility of Glen Arias knowing where you are. What you’re trying to do. Making sure you will never reach that sample despite your hardest wills.

“He shouldn’t. Rebecca, didn’t Arias get on the jet?” Carlos is also thinking too.

“Affirmative. Security footage showed Arias walking into his private jet, and it took off four hours ago. He should still be in the air. No signal of them making a pitstop anywhere.”

You hear black pumps clacking against the hardwood floor. “I’m getting the sample.” Says Ada, her foot is already halfway out of the door. “Follow me or not, I don’t care. I’m here for the objective, and only that.”

“And what if something happens to you?” Carlos asks, genuinely concerned.

“I’ll deal with it if it happens.” Ada waves dismissively.

“Ada’s right, we could be set on a wild goose chase.” Jill chimes in. “Millions of lives are dying. We don’t have time to waste.”

“I guess it’s just you and me then, pretty boy.” Carlos rounds his arm around Leon’s neck, bringing him closer in an almost choking grip, a little too close and tight to his liking. And with Leon’s history with Carlos, Leon refuses to believe this is just a friendly gesture.

Leon grimaces, removing Carlos’ hand over him. “So that’s it? We’re splitting up?” The answer is unanimous. “Fine. I guess we’ll cover more ground if we split up.”

Rebecca, through the other side of your earpiece, speaks: “Be careful everyone. You don’t know what kind of schemes Glenn Arias had set up. Please stay safe.”

“We’ll be fine, as long as we don't have any traitors in our team.” Leon says the word ‘traitor’ while maintaining eye contact with Ada. She ignores him, simply deadpans.

“Well, what about you?” Leon nudges at your arm.

You are faced with two options. Indulge in your curiosity and find the source of the gas, or stick to mission as planned? Both options will be dangerous. So who will you trust with your life?

[OPTION A] “I’ll follow the girls.”

[OPTION B] “I’ll follow the boys.”

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 thanks for reading! come check out my other works! —yours truly, rose. i love my beta reader @scar-crossedlvrs! series taglist: @j3llyd0nut @ovaryacted @daydreamrot @madcap-riflette @access--granted @obsolescent @briermelli @secretiveauthor @ghosty-frog @navstuffs @slowcryinginthedark @rentaldarling @lesbntired © roseglazedlens — please do not repost, plagiarise, or feed to ai.

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tits, ass, or thighs (resident evil women headcanons)

part two baby, contains: jill valentine, claire redfield, rebecca chambers, and ada wong. nsfw obvi, mdni 😒

jill valentine:

jill loves all of these things but god your thighs just do things to her

she loves them, she's always resting her hand on them.

she'll lay her head down on them, they're the perfect pillow for her.

she loves having her head on your thighs.

only thing she loves more is having her head between her thighs.

you've been here for hours. jill between your legs, sucking on your cunt. your thighs squeeze around her head and she groans into your cunt, pulling away to kiss your thighs, which she has covered in numerous hickeys already. she slows down soothing you before diving right back in determined to get another orgasm out of you.

claire redfield:

i see claire as an ass girly

she just loves going up behind you and slapping your butt when you least expect it.

she'll put her hand in your back pocket so she can have her hand resting on your ass.

she will squeeze it if she gets the chance.

she's just kinda cute about her love for your butt.

you stood in the kitchen, pouring your cup of coffee. you felt when claire entered the room but just gave her a glance and a small smile before grabbing a granola bar. you move to make way for her as you head to the living room, dropping your snack. you make the mistake of bending over to grab it and immediately you feel claire's hand make contact with your butt. you can't help but giggle at your girlfriends behavior.

rebecca chambers:

rebecca chambers would answer personality to this question because she really is a sweet person like that.

actual answer is tits but she'll never tell anyone that

she likes to rest her head on them.

you'll often wake up in the morning to find her cuddled up in your boobs.

she loves to hold them.

you giggle as rebecca's hair tickles you a little. her head is laying on your bare chest. although you two don't have the time to get intimate often, tonight was one of those rare moments. you're both still feeling the rush from your orgasms but rebecca is clearly tired. her hand gently holds onto your boob as she begins to drift to sleep.

ada wong:

this was a hard one to decide.

ive settled on boobs.

not only does she got a killer rack but i think she'd enjoy a significant other with boobs too.

she loves boobs no matter the size.

she will play with them all night long.

you whined out from under ada as her fingers pinched your nipples. she hummed at your reaction giving you a smug smirk as she continued. she loved having you under her, completely submitted to her will.

[what-are-you-willing-to-do]

Resident Evil Characters x Mutant! Amab! Reader

Summary: Nsfw and SFW headcannons with some RE characters with a mutant AMAB s/o

Characters: Chris Redfield, Jill Valentine, Ada Wong, Albert Wesker, Ethan Winters, Carlos Oliveria and Rebecca Chambers

Chris Redfield: 

•At first when Chris met you he didn’t expect you to speak to him

•He was debating on shooting you but you still looked pretty human

•You we’re fucking huge though

•7’5 maybe taller and you looked like you could throw him around like a feather. 

•He always had a grand time talking to you

•He’s still afraid you may turn on him though

•Trust issues :(

•He’s the little spoon even if your small or big 

•Make him feel submissive 🤬

•I feel like Chris is a sub or service top

•The first time you had sex with him though- 

•magical 

•you had him in full Nelson with nothing but ease

•you could even see yourself in his stomach

•if you press down on the bulge he definitely comes on spot

•he’s used to being able to manhandle people easily 

•definitely has a size kink for you💀 

•all in all do be gentle with him, but don’t be shy to use him like a fleshlight 😏

Albert Wesker: STARS or After could be either

•He’s so intimidated by you it’s not even funny

•How dare you speak

•how dare you be so attractive

•you’re a mutant your below his level

•You grow on him though 

•to you’re super strength to your lovely personality 

•He’s not used to falling for someone so dominant compared to him

•it’s new to him so do be patient

•When you first slide into his ass though good god he’s HOLLERING

•Curses, praises you name it saying it

•For your first time I feel like it would’ve been side straddle

•it’s easy enough to hit his prostate with your huge size it’s even easier though with the position 

•He’s never came so hard before or been so loud

•if you can stay interesting and continue to fuck him like an animal than you can stay❤️

•Don’t think about turning your back on him or I’ll personally slap you 🤬

Jill Valentine

•She’s very reluctant at first

•You’re a mutant talking to her 

•She definitely ignored you a lot but as you guys began to talk more she enjoyed your company a lot

•She can do a bunch of stuff without fear now because your draping over her glaring at anyone who looks at her wrong 

•Scary dog privileges lmao

•“they don’t bite!” 😐

•you make her feel so safe

•she adores being anywhere near you

•in your arms, next to you, her hand around your waist or arm

•she’s just really touch starved

•She’s vanilla in my opinion but is willing to change that for you

•when she first saw your size she got so wet

•like she was leaking

•had her drooling fr

•you didn’t even have to rub her clit because she just came from your dick

•you fucked her on a wall

•A WALL

•how tf you that strong

•anyways make sure to destroy her pussy

•she’ll be begging for your load every second

•she had no idea she’d be this needy for someone’s cum bit here we are

•make sure she’s nice and full okay? 🙌 

Rebecca Chambers

•Sweet baby

•she was so excited when she met a mutant who could talk

•you guys would talk for hours on end!

•it felt so nice to be heard especially by someone so nice

•shes so impressed by your height and how strong you are

•make sure to pick her up a lot she likes being close to you

•hugs, cuddling, kisses all of the above 

•she like being big spoon though

•even though she’s smaller like way smaller she loves to feel like she’s protecting you

•she just wants to make you feel safe like she feels with you

•okay naughty time

•SIZE KINK. 

•She’s so small like so small

•she’s also very fragile

•the first time you guys tried to have sex even with all the prep you could possibly give you couldn’t even slide in 😔

•don’t worry though she bought a bunch of big toys and would keep them in her for hours so she can finally take you

•when you finally manage to push in it feels like your dicks in her chest

•so fucking big in her

•you can see yourself so visibly it’s not even funny

•you mine as well be in her chest with where you are in her stomach

•your a bit below her belly button

*she can always feel you in her cervix bro

•your so big and rough she loves it 

•the first time was definitely doggy and there were no regrets on both parties

•she’ll always be happy to have her pussy wrecked over and over again by you

Ada Wong

•now you tested her dominance when you guys first met

•she was a snake and you a honey badger

•no matter how hard she tried to kill you, you didn’t give a shit (lmao remember that meme)

•though when she finally stops trying to kill you she enjoys your company a lot

•your quite pleasant to talk to

•she’s always a bit afraid that you’ll turn on her

•this being the reason why she didn’t immediately have a relationship with you 

•she didn’t wanna have to kill you 😕

•you assure her you won’t though and with enough convincing it works 

•your in a relationship with a black mamba

•when you guys first fuck she does take control a bit

•telling you what positions to go in 

•at first you made her think she was in charge

•but when you slid in all that was thrown out the window

•she was squeezing you for all she was worse

•have you ever seen Ada cry? Well now you have! 

•you had her sobbing when you hit her cervix

•you had to stop a bunch to make sure she was okay 😭

•make sure to let her take control a few times okay? 👍🏽 

Leon S. Kennedy 

•already is obsessed with you when you begin to talk 

•big mutant who can dominant him with ease?

•awooga do you need your dick sucked?

•he’s such a fucking perv 

•please pick him up and throw him over your shoulder

•dirty boy loves it 

•anyways officer puppy’s a brat

•like he’s a BRAT.

•he’s always contradicting what you say

•just take your dick out or flash your pecs and he’ll shit up

•when you first showed him your incredible length and girth he whined

•bro whimpered

•he knew it was gonna be even rougher treatment for him because of his brattiness 💀 

•he just sighs sticking his ass up hoping your nice enough to show him some mercy

•and that’s your choice babe ❤️

Ethan Winters 

•Mold Man and Mutant Master

•When you first met he was absolutely stunned by your small talk about Rose

•you asking how she was it made Ethan scared yet happy

•as your guys relationship progress he lets you see Rose

•at first you don’t wanna hold her because your afraid your gonna hurt her but eventually you come around to it

•honestly Rose probably loves you more than Ethan lmao

•she ALWAYS wants to go to you instead of her own father

•I guess your kinda her parent now

•he’s just glad you guys love each other

•anyways another brat 🙄 

•fucking dirty whore

•he’s easy to get begging though

•he annoyed you so much the first time you guys were gonna fuck you just shoved yourself in raw

•he started bleeding and enjoyed every second of it 

•his eyes were rolled back and he was sobbing so loud

•he was so glad Rose was such a heavy sleeper and had no idea what was going on

•his mouth puts a truck driver to shame

•fuck him on a desk

•just trust me

Carlos Oliveria

•is weirded out by you •you shouldn’t be talking

•you shouldn’t be self aware wait wtf

•anyways you grow on him like usual

•when he falls he falls hard

•and my bro fell of a cliff for you

•he adores you

•he finds you so cool

•especially that fat DI-

•a lotus position man

•loves feeling you close

•hold him close when you fuck him

•whisper sweet nothings

•worship him and make him feel safe

•he already does this for you so 🤷🏽‍♂️ •mine as well 🤠

•anyways he lets out the neediest moans and whimpers

•overstimulate him

@allen-444 @whateverthefuckyouwantiguess

[mr-bas00nist]

IN HONOR OF RESIDENT EVIL: DEAD ISLAND COMING OUT IM CALLING ALL THE RE FANS!!! (Especially male and NB ones) MY REQUESTS ARE NOW OPEN AND READY TO BE BLOWN UP! REQUEST AWAY!

I write for female and male characters! Read my master list for guidelines! :)

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[mara-xx217]

Dead by Daylight Commission: Party Shenanigans (Albert Wesker x Reader)

Commissioned by @homine I hope you enjoy~ Happy Holidays Everyone!

Warnings: Mild Drug Use, Possessiveness, Slight Force, Brat Taming, Rough In General, Smut

xxx

Well, this was a first. The Entity provided weird festive shit all the time, throughout the year. Or… was it through the year? Time was messed up in Her realms, but they went off like clockwork, so everyone, survivor and killer, used it as a means to tell time. A chill had set in the air- well, something colder than usual, that is- frost turned into snow and now all the tacky lights, snowmen and stupid party poppers had begun appearing all over the place. Winter was upon you and, more specifically, Christmas was close at hand. 

You never cared for it. You didn’t dislike it or anything it was just… Ehh… Another holiday? More like just another day, really. Other survivors were buzzed about the holiday, the change in scenery, wondering if they would receive any gifts from each other or the Entity, and some thought something different was afoot. You just shrugged and shoved your hands in the pockets of your jacket in an attempt to stave off the cold from setting into your fingers. 

To your surprise, there was something going on. Something very different that actually managed to peak your interest for once! A party? Here? Okay, okay, Entity… She has your attention, and she would maintain your presence now that you know, for a fact, there will be alcohol and weed there too! How do you know? Well… 

You watch the shitshow that is this little get together from behind the cup of beer you were currently downing. You didn’t know what kind of beer it was, but it was like every single beer you’ve ever drank- not good, not bad, just alcohol which is fine by you. Some of the… others were here and man that pissed your friends off. Killers and survivors have never coexisted before and now wasn’t exactly a great time to start. Especially since there was alcohol and drugs present. 

There was probably a rule against killing or something, you assume. Even killers that don’t know how to behave themselves aren’t engaging in mindless slaughter, though they definitely weren’t happy to do so. Laurie and Michael were having a staring contest, the Wraith was cloaked and bumping into people on purpose, the Trapper was angrily standing away from the crowd and huffing to himself, the Demogorgon was on a table eating food- It’s a mess but it was overall pretty entertaining. A tap on your shoulder nearly made you choke on your drink. 

“Damn, Becky! Don’t do that! I thought you were that creep Ghostie or something!” A joke, mostly. If she was Ghostface, well… she would be covered in barely chilled beer. Rebecca laughed and tugged you along as she said “C’mon!” 

Oh shit- There’s weed?! You wanted to know where it came from but then decided against asking. Don’t look a gift blunt in the mouth or whatever the saying was. Now this was a party! The Entity knew what She was doing. You could respect that. And you sure as shit could respect how perfectly Rebecca rolled your joint! Damn… you need to ask for some pointers… Any nervousness you felt about being here, in a crowd and around killers began to evaporate as the alcohol and weed started to kick it. Nicely buzzed, you don’t really notice the daggers being glared into you and Rebecca, who was sitting beside you on the ground. 

You noticed that your friend became… uncomfortable. Her cues were subtle, but her usual, bubbly self became more quiet and she looked around more frequently. You asked her if she wanted to step outside with you and she agreed. Maybe she needed some fresh air? 

It was cold but not to the extent it was too bad. You needed a jacket to be comfortable but that was how it usually was in the Entity’s realms. Snow was falling and overall it was dead quiet, save for the soft wind and the murmur of the crowd inside. The air was refreshing for you, but Rebecca seemed even more uncomfortable, somehow.

“Rebecca? What’s wrong? Is it not mixing well for you or-?” You wiped off the rail of the little patio… thingy before you rested your elbow on it. She shrugged and picked at her nails awkwardly. 

“I-I think… I might go back in. F-For a bit! You, uh, can do whatever you want…” You quirked a brow but ended up shrugging. She was a big girl and she could do whatever she wanted. You asked again if she was okay but Rebecca flashed her trademark grin and waved off your concern. 

“Yep! I’m f-fine! Just… come find me when you go back in, I guess.” And with that, she threw open the doors and quickly closed them behind her. O-kay… 

The glass was frosted fogged, so you couldn’t see very well back inside. Was someone getting her attention? Rebecca was acting weird but then again… she is weird. You shrugged it off one last time, and went back to looking out over the railing. A whole lot of nothing… Fog, to be exact. You were all just stranded in the void. You already knew that but it was still weird to see it so plainly. Just as you were getting lost in thought, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up and you knew you were being watched. 

Again… 

Damn, who’s got such a hard on for you today?! Night- whatever! The Wraith? Possible… but Rebecca isn’t bothered by him. Doctor? Nah, same as the first- Wait- Maybe it’s Wesk-

“What do you think you’re doing with the likes of her?”

You aren’t proud to admit it, but he scared the shit out of you! You actually shouted in surprise as you jumped hard enough for you to lose your footing on the slightly slick ground beneath you. Even though you recognized the voice- you would any time, any day- it took you a moment to compose yourself enough to even think of a reply. All that came out was-

“Huh- Uh- Wha-?” Wesker scoffs and folds his arms as he leans his back against the doors inside. He’s blocking your escape. Greeaaat… 

“Rebecca? Really? You would involve yourself with the likes of her?” His tone greatly annoyed you. ‘Likes of her’- Who the hell does he think he is?! Your dad? You roll your eyes and decide to not dignify him with a response. Bad move. He’s the type to hate being ignored. You knew this all too well, so you weren’t surprised when he stood, walked towards you and leaned down so he was nose-to-nose with you as he spoke. 

“You are better than that.” You rolled your eyes. 

This wasn’t the first time he’s shown a weird interest in you. You were pretty sure he had a crush on you. Like… Who goes around saying shit like that? He was a control freak that also refused to acknowledge whatever it was he was feeling, so Wesker opted to make you both miserable, instead. Which was a damn shame, since he wasn’t too hard on the eyes and you certainly had moments where you thought about him using those Uroboros tentacles of his in… other way… 

Tch…

The corners of your mouth began to twitch upwards. Wesker frowned behind his sunglasses. 

“What? You think I’m joking? Chambers is a no good-” It was too late. Annoyance turned into something weirdly giddy, and now you can’t help but to giggle to yourself. If Becky could see you now… Her old boss is reaming you out because she’s a bad influence… Like you weren’t the one getting her into trouble all the time! You burst out laughing when Wesker recoiled, looking genuinely taken aback and maybe even hurt that you weren’t taking him seriously. You only laugh harder when he starts to shake with anger, and when a familiar, sticky feeling wraps around your torso, your laugh morphs into something completely different. 

“Y-You’re so f-fuckin- MHPH!” A strained moan was squeezed out of you as Wesker nearly picked you up off the ground with his Uroboros. 

Well… that was unexpected. He didn’t let you go, nor did he immediately move to capitalize on the situation. He might have been just as surprised as you were… at least at first. Wesker, of course, quickly regained control of the situation and squeezed you a little tighter. Not enough to hurt, but more than enough to be uncomfortable. Unfortunately for him you were into that shit.

“You are an insufferable brat.” His voice was level but you could feel his Uroboros trembling and kneading against your skin. 

“Always involving yourself with the lowest common denominator… How many times must I admonish you before you understand your actions have consequences?” There was a dark undertone to ‘consequences’ that made your skin crawl pleasantly. 

Wesker clearly had something of an infatuation for you. Something twisted and possessive. He didn’t like to see you share yourself with anyone or anything other than him. You were wondering when he would finally show his hand and take you for his own. Really… you were wondering if you would be the one to make the first move! With Uroboros wrapped firmly around your torso, you knew you’d be getting more or less what you wanted from the very beginning. 

You rub your thighs together and twist in his grasp as your knees collide with the ground. It kinda hurt, but you were quickly distracted by your hair being grabbed and the bridge of your nose was rubbed against his clothed erection. As much as you wanted to reach out and touch him, Wesker had pinned your arms to your sides with the slimy tendrils of Uroboros. Not that you could complain much. It was… well… 

“I have grown impatient with you. I am so incredibly-” He emphasized the pause in his words with the buck of his hips against your face. “-frustrated with your antics and foolish games!” Your face heated up as he struggled with his belt. 

“You will open your mouth- Now!” Wesker cut himself short. Looks like he can’t control himself any longer… You comply, of course, but you can’t help but to see how far over the edge you can push him. 

His cock was pressed against your lips, but you didn’t immediately open your mouth. You parted your lips, but not your teeth. A swift yank to your hair and a growl accompanied by a squeeze to your ribs made you gasp enough for Wesker to shove more than half of his length into your mouth. 

It’s been a while since you last sucked a dick… you’re more than a little rusty but Wesker seemed content with just fucking your mouth, himself. You choked a little when the tip of his member slammed into the back of your throat. Gagging didn’t really seem to bother him all that much. Good. You had the intention to be a tease but it would seem that he had decided to not give you the option to even try. 

Damn… You really pissed him off. Every time he thrusts into your mouth, you gag. The wriggling mass that had enveloped your torso has thinned and spread up and down your body. Pressure was applied to your nipples, as was a familiar kneading motion that you had felt earlier. It inched its way down your abdomen and slipped past the waistband of both your pants and your underwear. Fuck… When you weren’t recoiling from having your gag reflex triggered, you peered behind him, towards the foggy glass door. 

All it would take would be for someone to simply walk past that door or for them to hang out around it and you would be found in such a compromising position. It wasn’t like you wanted that to happen, of course! …but you couldn’t exactly lie and say it didn’t turn you on immensely. The Uroboros stopped just short of your pubic area, low enough to make you cringe and twitch but not low enough for you to really feel anything. And he said that you were the tease? What an asshole… 

Wesker growls as your teeth grazes against his shaft. Your jaw burns and strains from being forced open so wide for so long. You know better than to try and pull away or to bite down. Not that you would do either on purpose. Or that Wesker would allow you to do either regardless of the reason behind it. Tears stream down your face and you gag as he grabs the back of your head and buries your nose into his pubic bone. 

“I-If you even DARE t-to-!” He can’t even finish his sentence before he groans. His cock twitches in your mouth and your eyes roll skywards.

Oh FUCK it’s so deep-! FUCK- You squirm and kick as you choke on dick and your own saliva. Again, you’re barely able to take a single breath in before he’s pounding into your mouth again. In. Out. In. Out. In- You choke and it starts over again. It hit a point to where you could stand it. That or you were about to pass out. Either way, when he finally yanks you off his cock by your hair you cough and splutter, relieved to finally be able to breathe and close your mouth. 

If you thought he would allow you to catch your breath, you thought wrong. What little breath you inhaled was quickly knocked out of you as the railing behind you collided with your mid-back. It hurt like hell but you didn’t have time to really concentrate on anything other than the cold blade that nicked your inner thigh. Wesker, while using Uroboros to hold you in place and off the ground, has unsheathed his knife and used it to cut a line through both your pants and your boxers. You hiss and flinched as you felt the sting of the topmost layer of your skin being sliced open. 

Some blood was likely beading on the thin line that ran along the length of your inner thigh. You weren’t able to move much, given the Uroboros held you at an awkward angle. You blushed and whimpered a little as a gloved hand grabbed the inside of the tear in your clothing and tore the crotch of your pants and underwear open wide. J-Jesus CHRIST-! Your body trembled and you clench at nothing as he likely stares at how aroused you already were. 

Oh, you were wet. You could feel the cold in the air clinging to you, as you could feel the slickness against the very gloved hand that tore your pants open as it rubbed up and down the length of your sex. Oh God- Oh FUCK- Two fingers in with no build up. It’s been- It doesn’t matter how long it’s been, you’re so wet it doesn’t even matter. And you guess that Wesker has become totally impatient, since just as you were starting to moan and roll your hips against his fingers, he pulled them away. Before you could whine in protest, you heard the clanking of his belt and the unzipping of his pants. 

“You’ll take me rather nicely now, won’t you?” Oh… fuck yes you will… You can’t vocalize it exactly, but you moan as you feel him press and rub the head of his member against your entrance. 

You’re thankful he didn’t make you beg or wait for it too much, since you couldn’t really do either. You squeaked and kicked your legs out when he pushed into you, not stopping until his hips were flush with yours. Fuck… it was uncomfortable to have it in all at once but damn if you didn’t moan and whine when he started to pull out. 

Wesker had in mind to make you beg for him, but seeing as you were already so ready for him, how could he resist immediately taking advantage of the situation. Going slow? Out of the question. He didn’t wait for you to adjust before he grabbed your hips and started fucking you and damn if you didn’t take him in perfectly… 

You had been such a fucking tease… Since the first time he saw you in a trial, you were a brat among brats. A pain in the ass that always caught his attention and distracted him from his work and other priority targets. You wanted his attention? You got it. And you even had the audacity to ignore him after acquiring it! If you think you were just going to walk away from him after all that you have another thing coming! 

Literally… 

Wesker’s earlier attempts to belittle you and humiliate you swiftly turned into praises of how fucking good you felt around him. How tightly you squeezed him, how warm you were, how wet and soft you were and how damn good you took him inside of you… It made your toes curl every time his hips snapped against yours. 

Things were stretched and rubbed inside of you that you had nearly forgotten existed in the first place. Between his pace, the Uroboros still massaging your chest and the quite real possibility that someone would actually find you being fucked by a killer- FUCK! You didn’t try to stop yourself from crying out or squeezing down onto him. It felt too good! And even if you were caught- 

Eh… okay, maybe it would be better to not think about that right now. 

It wasn’t like you could really think with how hard he was fucking you. Your cries of pleasure were quite literally being knocked out of you. The tension inside of your core was on the precipice of snapping at any moment, all you needed was a little push- 

“NGHH-!” 

Wesker throbbed inside of you as he pulled you down further onto his cock. Hot, wet warmth gushed inside of you and it was exactly what you needed to be pushed over the edge into your own climax. You were so fucking buzzed it wasn’t even funny. Someone could walk out right then and there and you wouldn’t give a single fuck. You clench around him and Wesker was posed to start again when he suddenly says.

“Do you mind, Chambers?” You furrow your brows. Wha-?

A door hastily closes. Loudly. Your face heats up.

“Oh shi-” 

That’s a problem for future you to deal with. 

@prettycutebunny, @infinitewhore, @kennbb, @slutwithadegree, @dead-bxxxtch-walking, @space-arsonist, @pink-soft-shadow, @sinlessdesire, @hoemine

[selia1ailes]

THE RESIDENT EVIL GAY CLUB GAY CHRIS DRAG WESKER EMO ANGST MASSACRE!!!!!!

The Gay Club:

Chris, dressed in a gray T-shirt and cargo pants flashed his ID to the bouncer at the door. He didn’t know why the man was so insistent on checking it, as his buff shoulders quite literally towered over him. Though he just decided to take it as a compliment, not in the mood to argue. He had bigger things to worry about, like the wondrous levels of intoxication Claire and her friends likely reached. He slipped the card back into his wallet and stuffed it into one of his many pockets, the faint music suddenly blasting as the door was pushed open. Saucy Santana’s ‘Material Girl’ was booming over the speakers.

It took a very long moment to comprehend everything he was looking at, the raving lights not at all helping. The door shut behind him as his eyes traveled the club, the stench of sweat and booze filling the air.

Welcomed with the sight of various flamboyant drag queens and a scandalous crowd, he realized that even though he’d never been here before, he recognized one of them. It was Wesker, glistening in the middle of the dance floor, covered in… body glitter? A tight little skirt hugged his hips, his badonkadonk surprisingly voluptuous beneath the thin fabric. Chris couldn’t help but let his eyes travel his length. The hot pink rhinestone crop top he was wearing was slipping down, now revealing the heart shaped nipple covers stuck onto his chest. His sunglasses were on the ground, crushed. It seemed that they had been stepped on, pierced by a heel. It was the first time Chris had ever seen Wesker without them, the first time he had the pleasure of meeting his sparkling sunset eyes. He now wished that he got to see them more often.

Though that wasn’t all of it. There was also a rainbow wig poorly attached to his head. It matched the magical fairy wings that were sliding off of his back. The man was also dancing, impressively balanced on a pair of red pumps, especially considering the drinks he definitely ingested. Chris was 100% sure that this wasn’t his first rodeo.

As he was admiring the sight to behold, he suddenly felt someone jumping onto his back. Red hair grazed his face, and he recognized her before she spoke. “Claire?!..”

“Heyyy..! Oh my god you’re here! I had nooo idea you swung this way..!” She slurred out, reaching to her head and pulling off a pink bedazzled cowboy hat.

“Hold-.. hold this for me..” She muttered, placing it onto his head. She slipped off of his back with a distracted grin, holding up one finger to her brother as she backed away, symbolizing for him to wait. She was dressed in a blue tube top that he knew all too well. He looked over to the figure she was eyeing, greeted with the immaculate sight of Jill. But what was she doing here? Was she-..?

His questioning thoughts quieted when he realized that she was dressed in a red vest and black crop top. He squinted, double checking to make sure he wasn’t just seeing things. But it only confirmed his fears. That was the crop top and vest that were staples in Claire’s closet.

“I’ll be right back!..” Claire giggled before hurriedly stumbling to Jill and wrapping her arms around her waist, happily burying her lips into the crook of her neck. As the two women drunkenly held each other in lustful awe, the weight of what clearly just happened came crashing down on him. He hated to admit it. It left a sharp agonizing pain in his chest.

Claire took his bitch.

Now buthurt, he began to walk deeper into the club, taking off the hat and holding it in his hand. Despite the upbeat atmosphere, he didn’t feel much other than longing. He originally came here to take his sister, and whoever else was too drunk to drive home. But he had just altered that plan. One drink wouldn’t leave him completely incapacitated, and he suddenly really needed it. He took a seat on a bar stool and slumped over the counter. Moments later he heard someone flop down next to him, sniffling.

He looked over and saw his friend, Rebecca Chambers. Her eyes were filled with tears that she clearly struggled to hold back. Chris took a deep breath, worry grazing his brows.

“What happened to you?” He asked. Rebecca met his gaze. She didn’t understand what he was doing here, but truly didn’t care. She was just glad he was here.

“I should’ve never come to this stupid place..” She whispered, her voice cracking as she fell into her hands, tears beginnings to fall down her cheeks. For a moment he forgot about Jill and Claire. He reached out and placed a comforting hand on the girl's shoulder.

“Becca..” He began gently. “What happened..?

She slowly looked up to him, wiping her face. “It happened again! Again Chris!” She cried. “He said he wouldn’t do it, but he did! He got s-stupid drunk, and he made out with Leon!..” She yelled. “Again!” She emphasized.

Chris’s eyes widened slightly. He could easily remember the first time this happened. It was at Claire's lit house party, when Billy and Leon were dropping it hot simultaneously like there was no tomorrow. Though he genuinely thought that was a one time thing. Then again, it was stupid of him to assume that Billy could resist such a man after getting a taste of paradise.

Did Jill feel that way about Claire? Was she her paradise? Was this more than a repetitive fling between them? He had no idea how deeply they might truly care, or not care for each other. If their relationship was physical, or something more. And if Claire really was Jill’s paradise, then what the hell was he? The hellish reality? His head was spinning as he momentarily disappeared to the scary world of his mind. Though it seemed that by the time he returned down to Earth, it was too late to comfort and sympathize with Rebecca.

A tall woman stood in front of them, her figure hugged by a short red dress. Rebecca's slight confusion with Chris’s zoning out washed away as she stared up at her through teary eyes. The woman seemed oddly relaxed for the environment, a half empty glass of wine in her hand. The rim of the glass was lightly stained with cherry red lipstick.

“Oh darling… Are you alright?” She asked Rebecca gently. They seemed to already know each other. Becca's lips pursed before she simply shook her head no, bursting out into another wave of sobs. The woman replaced Chris’s hand with her own. She wore a soft frown.

“Come on.. Let's get you cleaned up..” She whispered just loud enough to be heard over the blaring music. Becca didn’t make any sort of verbal response this time, just starting to stand. The woman wrapped her arm around her shoulders and led her off. Chris could only watch as they disappeared into the crowd.

He swallowed hard, loneliness burning a hole in his stomach as he slumped back over the bar. “On the house, you need it.” A random bartender chuckled, sliding a Peachy keen over to him. Chris groaned and took a sip.

The Women's Restroom

The music dulled as the door shut behind them. The bathroom was surprisingly empty.

Rebbeca remembered Ada. She was the woman from the house party. She’d been drinking a glass of wine there too. Rebecca sniffled, slightly embarrassed by her tears. She doubted the woman remembered her though. She was assuming she was just helping her out of pity or something, considering that she was sobbing in the middle of a club. Either that or she was just a sweet, …beautiful person. She could never forget the flutters she brought her.

“Ada, right?” She began, watching as the woman placed her wine on the counter and collected a few paper towels, dampening them in tap water. “We met at Claire's party.”

“How could I forget?” She asked, growing a soft smile as she walked back over to her. Her heels clicked against the tile floor. For some reason, Ada’s simple response left a small blush on her cheeks. Luckily, it would be pretty well hidden in the mess that was her face.

They now stood in front of each other, face to face. Only a small gap was between them as Ada gently held her chin, and began to carefully wipe off her face, cleaning it of smeared makeup and tears. The touch was delicate, as though Rebecca's face was an irreplaceable artifact. Her heart fluttered at the closeness.

“I’m sorry that happened.” She began.

“You know what happened?” Rebecca whispered.

“I have to watch, it's a bad idea to leave Leon unsupervised, especially here.”

“You are now.”

“Only to clean up his mess.”

Rebecca's heart sank. Ada wasn’t wrong, she was a mess. An utter trainwreck. But it really hurt to hear that from her. She didn’t even understand why it bothered her so much, though she found her eyes burning with tears again. Stupid. This was so stupid.

“You can go, I’ll be fine.” She managed to get out. Ada frowned, pausing with the paper towels for a second.

“I’m not leaving you here.”

Rebecca simply couldn’t find it in herself to argue. But a question crossed her mind as a loose tear fell from her shimmering eyes.

“Why..?”

No answer.

Ada just started wiping her face again, cleaning the new tear. Though another smile had formed on her red lips. And perhaps Rebecca really was just delusional, but she swore she saw a slight tint in her cheeks.

A long silence passed. Ada finished with the paper towel, leaving Rebecca's face completely bare. She took a deep breath, tossing away the paper. “There you go..” She whispered, though not backing away even a step. She gently cupped her cheek. Rebecca couldn’t help but lean into the comforting hand, the flutters intensifying within her.

“They don't mean it sweetheart.. They’re just messing around.” She assured. This hurt Ada a lot more than she dared to acknowledge. Becca swallowed hard, wrapping her arms around her own waist nervously.

“But he told me it wouldn’t happen again..” She whispered. Ada nodded, but didn’t have a chance to respond further as Rebecca ranted.

“I trusted him. Why would he do this again? He must like it. He must not care about me… He knows how much it hurt me the first time, and he went ahead and did it again..!” She was getting overwhelmed again. “Does he even love me?!..”

Ada sympathetically sighed. “Yes, he does.” She whispered, no hesitation in her voice. Her thumb gently ran over her cheek.

“How do you know?..” Rebecca pleaded.

Ada chuckled softly. She had so many answers to that question. She knew because of Leon. By the way the man always came back to her with more desire than the last. The way he never truly forgot who his real love was. And if Billy truly was hers, he’d do the exact same thing. But maybe her judgment was also clouded by the fact that she liked her. Liked her just a bit.

“Because he’d be stupid not to..” She whispered, slowly guiding Rebecca's hand off her waist and onto her own. She still cupped her cheek, but did nothing more.

Rebecca's eyes widened with a new feeling. One that had nothing to do with Billy. Her heart was jumping out of her chest as gently held Ada’s waist. Slowly, her other hand found it as well, now staring up into her eyes. She didn’t know what was happening, what she was doing. The only thing she did truly know was that she wanted more of whatever this was.

She watched Adas smile warm, felt the careful hand on the back of her neck, the gentle thumb that ran across her lips. It felt like her heart was about to leap out of her chest. She wanted to crumble into a ball and disappear, while also wanting to stay like this forever.

Ada took a small step closer to her, and Rebecca found herself tightening her arms around her waist. She looked down to her lips, and then back to her mysterious eyes. She felt the blush that burned across her cheeks.

They were only breaths away when the door to the swung open. Jill and Claire stumbled into the bathroom in the midst of an intense makeout session. Between kisses they giggled, murmuring inaudible desires. They were too drunk to care for the others in the bathroom, practically falling into a stall together and slamming the door shut.

Rebecca's blush now deepened, but this time with embarrassment. She quickly pulled away from Ada, taking a sharp breath and running a hand through her hair. That must’ve been what Chris was so down about.

“Thanks for the help..” She hurriedly said, nervously fiddling with the dog tags around her neck as she ran out of the bathroom, avoiding Ada’s gaze as she did so.

The bar

After Becca left, Chris was alone for a while. Saldy he sipped his girlie pop drink, propped up against his muscular arm. After a short while, he caught a glimpse of them tumbling into the bathroom together. Caught a glimpse of them in a heated make out.

Seriously?

Again.

At that moment, he gave up on sipping the drink. He chugged it, and ordered two more. He hated to admit how good it was. He wasn’t driving anyone home tonight. They would all be calling taxis tonight. As he slammed the second cup back down to the bar empty, he felt a hot breath against his neck. He froze, feeling hands that slowly trickled over his shoulders. From the corner of his eyes he could see a hot pink manicure on masculine hands. Finally he turned back.

“Wesker?-..” He muttered

The man wore a gentle grin. This close up, Chris could see the carefully done makeup. An array of blues and pinks, complemented with a golden eyeliner that had been painted with a careful hand. Wesker began to softly massage Chris' shoulders.

TO BE CONTINUED??

(PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!!!)

[yourgentlegirlfriend]

i’m off to work but oh how i will miss you guys

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[goingthirteen]

MASTERLIST

SILENT HILL

➜ cheryl mason (sfw only ,unless its shattered memories cheryl then send em in)- none

➜ eileen galvin- none

➜ maria - none

➜ lisa garland- none

THE LAST OF US

➜ ellie william- rosemary

➜ dina woodward - none

➜ abby anderson- video game lover

RESIDENT EVIL

➜ jill valentine- leave the scent of your cologne

➜ ada wong- i wanna get fucked i wanna get picked

➜ claire redfield- none

➜ dimitrescu sisters - none

➜ rebecca chambers - none

➜ ashley graham- worth it

➜ leon kennedy - im the killer you’re the victim , i wanna get fucked i wanna get picked , guys older than me

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[nyctophiliq]

watching resident evil vendetta again for professor chambers and her not coffee but desert scene where she takes off her glasses and looks so dreamy, THEN THE HM WHEN SHE ASKS THE GUY TO TAKE SAMPLES INSTED OF HER???? wants me to write very unholy things about her.

[obsolescent]

O’s 2023 Kinktober Masterlist

Check here for the full list of pairings and writings for this year’s Kinktober!

Disclaimer: For each writing, the reader will be AFAB with gender neutral language used.

Day 1 - Playing with hair (Leon S. Kennedy x Reader)

Day 3 - Shopping (Chris Redfield x Reader)

Day 5 - Familiar scent (Trans!Leon S. Kennedy x Reader)

Day 7 - Hand holding (Ethan Winters x Reader)

Day 9 - Embracing (Trans!Jill Valentine x Reader)

Day 11 - Getting dressed (Claire Redfield x Reader)

Day 13 - Back scratching (Jake Muller x Reader)

Day 15 - Bathing (Alexander “Sasha" Kozachenko x Reader)

Day 17 - Shining shoes (Trans!Ada Wong x Reader)

Day 19 - Sharing/swapping clothes (Billy Coen x Reader)

Day 21 - Calling (Leon S. Kennedy x Reader)

Day 23 - Lap pillow (Carlos Oliveira x Reader)

Day 25 - Help with button/zipper (Chris Redfield x Reader)

Day 27 - Napping together (Ethan Winters x Reader)

Day 29 - Showering (Rebecca Chambers x Reader)

Day 31 - Costume/putting on makeup (Leon S. Kennedy x Reader

[funniestpersonalivefr]

requests are open btw

who i write for;

albert wesker, leon kennedy, chris redfield, carlos oliveira, rebecca chambers, ada wong, claire redfield, and jill valentine.

what i will write;

fluff, angst, smut (however if i am uncomfortable with anything included i will ignore your request).

will probably update to include more fandoms later but rn im just here to write resident evil.

[porcelainseashore]

Into the Ether - Series Masterlist

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11 ... updates on Wednesdays!

Pairing: Vampire! Toreador! Leon x Fem! Reader

Summary: At the all-night events cafe you run, you’ve become acquainted with an elusive patron, Leon, though you can never remember the last moments of your interactions together. After a harrowing encounter, a love-hate relationship develops between the two of you as you grapple with your newfound status in a world of darkness and investigate the reasons behind the untimely attacks.

Content & Warnings: 18+ Resident Evil x Vampire: The Masquerade crossover, horror, mystery, romance, slow burn, strangers to enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, eventual smut, swearing, smoking, non consensual blood drinking, blood bond, vampire turning, violence, injury, mild gore, torture, religious themes, minor character death

RE ensemble: Chris Redfield, Claire Redfield, Ada Wong, Albert Wesker, Jill Valentine, Sherry Birkin, Ingrid Hunnigan, Rebecca Chambers, Baker Family, Merchant, Patrick (Infinite Darkness), Luis Serra, Glenn Arias, Kevin Ryman

VtM concepts: Camarilla, Anarch, Sabbat, Second Inquisition, Toreador, Ventrue, Brujah, Gangrel, Nosferatu, Malkavian, Tremere, Ghouls

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Last updated 12 June 2024

[xmy-love-to-youx]

Night moves

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x reader

Summary: Leon convinced Y/N that her husband is not the man for her but Leon is

Warning: Smut, cheating, p in v, 18+ content

A/N: This is inspired by He doesn't love you by @strawberrywrites. Check her out, she's a cool writer :)

It was another day at the office, the sun shines through the windows in your office. It was a warm day so you decided that you'd wear a white button shirt with black pants and some heels.

You were a respected woman in your job, your the best at what you do and in being the best, you interact with the legends such as Jill Valentine, Chris Redfield and his sister Claire, Rebecca Chambers and lastly the blonde that brings chaos into your normal life, Leon Scott Kennedy.

You just can't seem to shake the guy off, his a force of nature. No rules apply to him, he walks into any room he wants, he just puts a smile on your face for what ever he chaos cooks up.

Speak of the devil, he marched into your office like he owns it. In his hands, he holds coffee. With a sigh you place down your pen.

"Good morning" he places the coffee down on your dark oak desk.

"Good morning Leon, your in early today. Is the world ending?" I joked and wrapped my hand around the coffee mug.

"Ha ha. Very funny" he rolls his eyes sarcastically.

He made himself at home and sat down, the sun light falls on his form. The light brings out his beautiful blue eyes, his blonde hair brightens, his stubble starts showing on his face.

"You free? I got two tickets to watch a movie, I asked Chris but he bailed out on me" he says.

"I'd love to Leon, really I do but I'm married and I can't go watch a movie with another man" I explain to him and took a sip of my coffee.

The sweet taste of coffee invades my taste buds and immediately boosted my energy.

"You know I hate it when men are stupid" he says, staring at his coffee.

"What?" I looked at him, confused.

"Your husband is cheating Y/N" he took his eyes off his coffee and looks me in the eyes.

My heart drops into my stomach. My mind rejects it. I don't want to believe it. You love him...

"Leon please. Don't. You can't bait me into sleeping with you" I said.

"I'm not baiting you. I'm telling you the truth. His cheating on you. With his assistant. Why do you think his barely at home?" Leon says.

When the words leaves Leon's lips, it made sense. It was always in front of you but you didn't acknowledge it, you always chose to believe that with his promotion, he became very busy and that work demands his attention.

You felt your world shatter around you, your heart beating in your ears but also breaking at the same time.

Warmth cups your hand and it brings you out to your trance. Leon had cupped your hand in worry.

"I..." tears streams down my cheeks.

"I know. I'm sorry" he slowly embraced you in his strong arms.

And just like that, the dam broke loose and I started crying uncontrollably. At that moment I felt like I died in his arms, the pain was too much to bare, like a part of me died. I guess a part of me died.

Leon held me in his arms and his heart broke to see me in so much pain. He couldn't let me in live in a loveless marriage but he isn't happy seeing me cry either. If he could take the pain away, he could.... Wait... He can.

He will.

"Y/N, look, you don't deserve this. You are the sweetest person I know. You're an angel actually. Leave him, divorce him, you deserve someone who will love you" Leon looks at me with the softest look.

For a moment, the pain flew away and I was trapped in a sweet moment. His blue eyes drank me in and warmed my heart. My heart wants to cry but my mind wants to leave my husband and go for Leon.

"Huh?" I looked at him with widened eyes.

"Divorce him and be with me. I'm better than him" Leon's hand gently wipes away my tears with his thumb.

My mind weighs out the opinions, the pros and cons of the situation. It's either my cheating husband or Leon. After some time, I finally came to a conclusion...

My mind races with thoughts with the speed of light. I stared in the mirror at myself. It's been a while since I've wore something revealing. Something sexy.

I feel confident.

I feel powerful.

I feel good.

A smile plays on my lips as I watch how my dress hugs my curves perfectly. My breast looks perfect in this dress, my hair is styled to perfection and complimented with make-up and some heels.

Excited blooms inside me, for once, I felt happy and free. With my hands behind my back, I thought about Leon might react to this. His hands roaming my body. His body rubbing against mine. I giggled like a school girl and covered my face.

"What are you wearing?" my husband demands from behind me.

I turned around and faced him. His eyes scans my body, lust evident in his eyes. He reached out to touch me but I pulled away before he could.

"No touching" I said, sternly.

"No touching? I'm your husband. I'm allowed to touch you" he says, stepping closer to me.

"Oh. Like you touch your assistant? I bet you two have a lot of fun while I suffer alone. Wishing my 'husband' was with me. It's over between us. I left the divorce papers on your desk, I want them signed immediately" without saying another word, I marched past him.

My heart beats in my ears and I felt a burden lift off me. I happily skipped to my car and got in, I drove away from the place I once called home, I drove away with a smile.

My night with Leon was perfect, full of laughter, smiles and comfort. Something I haven't felt in a while. He spoiled me by taking me to a fancy restaurant which we didn't stay long because it was too boring for him. Too quiet. We ended up grabbing a lot of food by McDonald's and watched the stars for a bit.

Which is how we ended up in his house, his on his back, on his bed with our lips trapped in a heated kiss. His hands on the back of my thighs and they slowly move upwards towards my ass, his hands felt so good on my skin. The rough pads of his fingers grips the soft flesh of my ass and it draws a moan out of me.

I slowly pulled my lips away from his and sat comfortably on his hips, my legs on both sides of him. He looked so beautiful under the moonlight, his cheeks has a slight blush, his lips swollen and slightly red from the kiss.

I slowly grind my clothed heat against him, the feeling was too good, it was like electricity moved through us. Leon moves us so that he hovers over me, his lips found my neck and assaulted my skin with kisses, his hips rolls against mine, his jeans rough against my sensitive skin and it feels so good.

It wasn't long until we discarded our clothes, I rolled us over and sat on his hips once again. His hard cock pokes my entrance and I slowly sunk down onto him. A moan leaves our lips, his stretching me so good and touching places I never knew existed.

Leon props himself onto his elbows and watches as I sink onto his cock, his eyes explodes with lust as he watches my pussy take his cock so well.

I started rolling my hips, riding him. I placed my hands on his chest and started with a steady and slow pace. Leon watched as I fucked myself with his cock deep inside me, his eyes watched as my face twisted with pleasure and it feeds his ego. No words were exchanged, I was enjoying the feeling of him inside me. I was too focused on the pleasure than trying to form words.

Leon rolled us over and spreads my legs wider, the light falls onto the place where we connect and seeing his cock covered in my essence ignited a fire inside him. His hips slams into mine, knocking the air out of my lungs, something between a wheeze and moan leaves my lips.

A string of curse words leaves his hips and he aims to drill deeper into me, the head of his cock kisses my cervix and I moan Leon's name. My fingernails dig into his skin and it drives him crazy.

The room echoed the wet sounds coming from my pussy, Leon leans closer to me, bringing his lips to my ear.

"Feels good, doesn't it? I bet your husband's small dick couldn't make you feel this good. I'm better than him. I'm gonna make you mine" his voice deep, primal. A growl leaves his lips.

My gummy walls grips him tightly and a knit forms in my stomach. His cock twitches inside me and fuck it felt good.

"So fucking tight. If you keep squeezing me like that, I'm gonna cum" he growls lowly in my ear.

His voice, the way his slamming into me, his cock knocking against my cervix was too much for me to handle.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and clinged to him like my life depended on him. My orgasm took me by surprise and washed over me, my vision nearly turning black and all sound blurs out and sound distant. I was on cloud 9, I felt so good and what brought me down was the feeling of his thick white ropes shooting into me. It was so warm and it filled me up.

A gasp leaves my lips, everything felt so good. I've never had such intense sex before and I'm glad I got to experience it with Leon. My body felt heavy, Leon gathers me into his arms and lays down next to me.

His arm wrapped around me while the other, his hand, runs through my hand. No words were exchanged but I can feel the love radiating off him and it was nice.

The months flew by fast, my ex-husband regrets cheating and texts me every now and then, begging for me to return home, for us to start over but it's too late. Leon already claimed me, he is everything my ex wasn't and that's evident with the love that grows inside me every day.

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[roseglazedlens]

⦑ THE FUCKING DEAD ⦒ RESOLUTION I [PART 4]

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𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓┇𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑┇𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐅𝐈𝐂┇𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 LEON S. KENNEDY / CARLOS OLIVEIRA / JILL VALENTINE / ADA WONG X AFAB GN! READER synopsis: With both squads going MIA, Rebecca is left with no choice but to call local B.O.W. expert: Chris Redfield for back-up. She joins Chris to fight zombies in the front lines as tension hangs high with disagreements about life and death. content: NO SMUT. human experimentation, needles, zombies, weapons. featuring my beloved rebecca chambers and chris redfield to the rescue! a/n: an update finally!! writers block kicked my ass hard, but i found my flow again! hopefully the next one will be the soon(?) « 3.8 k words | general masterlist | reblogs appreciated!

CHICAGO, 10:18 PM

In the middle of the laboratory, the pot is stirring. Time is running out. Anxiety levels are through the roof.

White coats scurry across the room with fretful urgence, one arm cradling report stacks while the other cold calls manufacturers, suppliers, and government officials in direct contact with the virus. The ones in worse conditions have their heads plant into a screen, laboured bags shadowing their eyes as they examine the abundance of complex, crude data… Anything to give them a head start on the discovery of Glenn Arias’ top secret weapon.

Meanwhile, Rebecca Chambers, B.S.A.A’s lead advisers on all things bioweapons, is multitasking all of that at the same time. She had been working on this case for restlessly days and nights, filling the gaps between the bytes and grasping loose straws at the vast possibilities with minimal success and much brain scratching.

“Water supply working in conjunction with the gas…” Rebecca thinks aloud her last exchange with Leon, which he speculates that is how Arias had been spreading his infection to communities without getting his hands dirty. It’s all just a theory for now… but what if he is right? What if there isn’t just not one strain of virus, but multiple origins of the virus?

Rebecca still needs to investigate the reports that Leon had sent much more thoroughly. It made her job harder when most of the reports attached in the transmission had been corrupted. However, Rebecca can vaguely piece together the words on top of every document, marked by a name:

CONFIDENTIAL DOCUMENT: ANIMALITY VIRUS (ABBREVIATED TO: A-VIRUS)

A sting reaches her head before she reaches her next thought. Rebecca pushes herself away from the desk, remembering her doctor recommended her five minutes away from the screen every fifteen minutes. And it had already been five hours of her grinding her head at her options. Words and numbers are bleeding into each other.

The symptoms of this so called ‘A-Virus’ are too unstable. While some have delayed symptoms of the infection, most would immediately mutate and go berserk. Yet there is also a small percentage of people who experience no reaction to the virus.

Arias is experimenting with this virus—he must be. But Rebecca needs more concrete evidence, her theories aren’t solid just yet. Fortunately, during the outbreaks, a B.O.W. impacted by the A-Virus had been detained and supplied to the laboratory for research endeavours.

Rebecca spins her armchair away from her screen. There lies a zombie in front of her, flat stone surface used as an impenetrable bed, all four limbs spread wide by cuffs bolted onto the structure itself. It barks, it growls, it snarls against its metal confines with futile resistance. There is no chance for escape.

A chain necklace jingles from its volatile motions, and amateur carving of the name ‘Elías’ can be seen on the wooden ornate at the end of the chain.

Rebecca curses under her breath, well aware she cannot make any meaningful promise in her heart to save him. The host was already too far into the lifecycle—blood cells rewritten, features indistinguishable between animal and monster. Far too late for Elías.

Once a civilian, overnight a monster. Elías didn’t deserve this, yet he is bound to a fate worse than death. A fate subjecting him to microscopical cuts of a scalpel and harsh white lights above him, hammering into his will over and over again, or whatever soul is left of it.

Rebecca isn’t innocent. She knows she isn’t. She was there in the operation room too. Doesn’t mean it feels good doing so. Sometimes, you must sacrifice one to save many. That is her conviction.

With a heavy hand, Rebecca snaps on a pair of rubber gloves. She reaches to the operation table, and the zombie winces due to muscle memory. Its piercing wails reach the ears of everyone present in the lab, like the cries of human desperation as the zombie bangs bloodied fists on the uncomfortable mattress. Nobody pays mind to it, not especially if it’s a daily occurrence.

“Sorry, Elías.” Rebecca prepares a disinfected syringe against his arm. “I really need your blood sample.”

And she presses the needle into his decaying skin, drawing barely one full ounce of blood into the barrel. This was nothing compared to what he had to go through during the week, but his body from retaliating before his senses.

“I’ll save your friends. For sure. It’s a promise.” Even if Elías can’t comprehend Rebecca’s words at his current state, she vows to him regardless, to do everything in her power to deploy a cure, so no more lives are affected.

“Professor Chambers, sorry to interrupt,” A figure taps Rebecca on the shoulder, and she relieves at the sight of his colleague Aaron holding out her usual caramel macchiato from the café next door. “I found a lead. Our specialist discovered a common denominator in the cities affected by the outbreak. A foreign element in the water supply that is also present in the subject’s body.”

“So Arias contaminated the water… He might have planned this for a while, and increase the contagion dosage in the supply gradually. That’s why not many reported the taste of water had changed… Or the virus might had been truly tasteless.” She takes a hearty gulp of her fourth coffee of the day. “And the symptoms, Aaron?”

“On the surface, there is none. We examined a few survivors living in those cities who have not turned, and no irregularity has been observed. But I suspect the virus to be dormant in the body.” Aaron picks out the examination results from his pile and hands it to Rebecca. She reads it intently.

“So there must be a trigger. It’s rather interesting how there is always a car accident moments before the outbreaks happen in every city. The story is the same: two trucks collided, cargo destroyed, causing a gas leak from the cannisters. And of course, no news coverage.”

Aaron nods as they feel their answer drawing near. “I noticed that too and did more digging. The trucks belong to a reputable logistic company, which is also a subsidiary to ARIAS Health Inc, founded by none other than Glenn Arias himself.”

“Of course it is.” She places the report down. “You’ve been helpful, Aaron. Keep finding out what you can.”

Aaron leaves and returns to his seat. All Rebecca needs to do now is to inform the agents of this new discovery so they wouldn’t fall into the trap that Arias planted, possibly in the mansion as well.

Rebecca glances over her screen for a live broadcast of a conference across the continent. And there sits Glenn Arias, listening intently at the keynote speaker, clapping and chuckling infrequently, oblivious of the hidden camera. There is still plenty of time to retrieve the sample. It would be an advantage for them to be cautious than brash.

Granted, Rebecca never had any concern about their wellbeing. This is B.S.A.A.’s five most elite agents after all, she has no doubt this assignment is child play’s to all of them.

Sure, most times the work is dangerous, often times she won’t hear from the team for a while. But one thing Rebecca knows for sure is that they always return victorious. Just like every other time… But this.

It had been two hours without a word from either groups. Rebecca dials each of the four devices, and each strike returns her a singular note of despair, foreboding something atrocious beneath the silence.

She swings around to clack frantically at her keyboard, and five dots lit up on the floor plan of the mansion. Flickering red like a faint pulse, flashing the words:

STATUS: OFFLINE.

The GPS signal is jammed. Someone must have known this. This whole disappearance is intricately calculated. Someone had plan for this to happen. Just like that day at Spencer Mansion. A zombie isn’t smart enough to do something like this.

This… This must be the work of Glenn Arias. But isn’t he supposed to be on a plane across the globe right now? So how would he had known?

Rebecca dials into the campsite. Someone must have a clue what on earth is going on down there. The line connects, fortunately.

“Hey Mike. It’s Rebecca. Any word from the squad? I can’t seem to get in contact with them, over.”

“Rh- Re- b’cca. Hey! Nh-n-not a wor-” Distorted frequencies and blends into crisp gibberish. “I -an’t he- ar you, doc. O—ver.”

At least the transmission is not fully broken yet outside the perimeters of the mansion. That relieves Rebecca, but if this continues, it would be difficult for Rebecca to assist B.S.A.A remotely from her laboratory in Chicago. She needs to be there, right in the thick of it.

“Hang tight, Mike. I’m on my way. Stand down and wait for back up, Mike. I repeat: Stand down and wait for back up, over.” Rebecca’s voice drips with tremor and fear. Catching her surprise.

“R-R-Roge-r, m’ -am. Ove—” The line cuts, but her message is delivered. Now the rest is up to Rebecca to make her next move.

She has to organise a jet ASAP, and back-up, and supplies, and the paperwork… Things has turned sour too fast.

In any case, Rebecca will need a specialist for this type of work. Especially if whatever lurks in this hellhole can defeat B.S.A.A’s greatest agents, she will need someone stronger, sturdier, skilled with dealing the unexpected among the unexpected of this new variety of zombies. And there is only one person she knows who meets this description.

She punches the number into the dial. It clicks after two rings.

“We need your help. ASAP.” says Rebecca, no formalities needed for an old friend.

And he answers, a coarse smoker’s voice rumbles into Rebecca’ ear. “I’m on my way.”

~ ~ ~

QUERETARO, 02:18 PM

Beyond Arias’ mansion at the top of the hill, forest-green envelops the vicinity like a predator. The woodlands are solemn in silence underneath the moonless night. Despite its late hours, the hot humidity fuses with human skin—leaving a sticky stench and night full of uncomfortable rests for all the soldiers in the camp.

A distant vibration can be heard amidst the hills, till the rustle gradually crescendos into a mighty howl that rocks the sky. Surfacing from the darkness is a helicopter, aerial blades whirling above the campsite. The chopper approaches closer and closer to the empty spread of land, eventually landing on the broad green carpet.

Every member at the campsite starts to rise, positioning themselves a fair distance away from the landing zone. When the cabin door unlatches, a cold quiver stiffens their backs straight in anticipation of the man in the vehicle to disembark.

And the captain emerges: with his distinct green compression shirt and a vest adorned with an embroidered patch of the B.S.A.A. logo to match as he takes a firm step and plant the ground. Chris Redfield pinches his nose bridge disgruntledly and patted on the plane’s body so the pilot departs to the sky once again.

Word on the street says that he single-handedly punched a boulder in a mission before. And with that reason alone, nobody dares to approach, still frozen on the spot, until Chris makes eye contact to the closest soldier, barely twenty in age.

“You, kid.” Chris beckons him over. He jolts and sprints into Chris’ direction.

“C-Captain Redfield! A pleasure meeting you, sir!” The young soldier stutters, shaking all over his body then straightens himself once more. “My name is Johnny, new recruit for B.S.A.A. Th-This is my first assignment, sir!”

The sight of the recruit has Chris realise his own furrowed brows from jet lag exhaustion. Chris softens his tone, pats down the rookie’s shoulder, and tries for a weary smile. “Take it easy, Johnny boy. I won’t bite.”

“Thank you so much, sir!” Johnny raises his voice in confidence, relieved to find the captain kinder than his reputation. “Captain, may I escort you to your tent?”

“No need. Where’s Rebecca?” Chris didn’t need to overstay his welcome. He’s not one to worry about formalities after all.

“Right this way, sir.”

As Johnny escorts Chris, soldiers stop and stare, clearing the way for Chris. But he pays them no mind. When he heard five members of his Special Operations Units went missing, Chris practically jumped off his seat, wrapped up his last mission as fast as he could and got here without a moment of rest. Now, he has business to finish.

Rebecca’s tent is all the way in the back, secluded away from all the other tents behind the infirmary. Chris unzips the fly screen to enter.

Rows of weaponry and equipment are propped up against the storage units with plenty of back-up firearms, grenades, flashbangs, armour pads and all the supplies needed for any kind of operation. Right in the middle of it, Chris sees a familiar pixie cut brunette, playing tug of war with some shoelaces on a stool.

And why is there an assault rifle next to her?

Rebecca notices a presence behind her, and without turning, she sees the tall bulky man and speechlessly assessing the fireweapon.

“Oh Chris, it’s been a minute, hasn’t it?” Rebecca tugs at her laces once more and the fabric tightens. She does the same for the other shoe. “Hey- pass that over, would you?”

When Rebecca said ‘that’, Chris thinks it can’t be the rifle she was referring to, right? The rifle that is almost half her size? Or could it be something behind it that he can’t see or—

“What’re you dozing off for?” Rebecca grunts and gestures the rifle with her eyes impatiently. When Chris is still unresponsive after her right shoe is done, Rebecca rises herself and retrieves it herself with a sigh.

Chris sees clearly then, that over Rebecca’s shirt is a tactical chest rig, paired with some dusty elbow and knee guards that are a size too small on her. When she walks, her belt clinks with grenades and flashbangs. A sight Chris hasn’t seen Rebecca in for a very long time, not since the good old days of S.T.A.R.S.

“Why are you wearing that?” Chris widens his stance, arms crossed, not an ounce of amusement on his face as he looks down on Rebbeca.

“What does it look like, Captain Obvious. I’m joining you.” The soldiers standing on guard tenses ever so slightly. Such audacity to the captain would get you kicked out and sentenced back to the ruthless training grounds. Yet Chris falls silent, recalling the dynamic between the old squad, then cracks into a scoff of nostalgia.

“Long time no see too, Rebecca. It’s been what- five years? Since you’ve been out of field? Give me your arm.” Rebecca accepts Chris’ offer to fix her guard, moving the padded surface a few inches to the right and pulled on the strap until it’s snug on her elbow. “You don’t even remember how to put this on anymore.”

“Hey, my memory is a little rusty on the equipment. But I haven’t forgot how to use a gun.” Rebecca reassures as she shifts around her left elbow pad too. But Chris doesn’t buy that for even a second.

“Are you sure?” He says, eyebrow quirking in incredulity. Perhaps he shouldn’t—that would just encourage her more. “This isn’t just any assignment, Rebecca. It killed five of our men.”

“More reason for me to be there. I got the brains, you got the brawns. It’ll be perfect.”

“This isn’t a TV show, you should know this already.” Chris comments, feeling the impatience cutting into his throat. He composes himself. “Maybe you should rethink about putting your life in danger.”

“I won’t be in danger. I’ve got the great Captain Chris Redfield protecting me, right?” Rebecca winks playfully. Chris frowns.

“I can’t protect you always. Who knows what shit Arias got the other five with their pants down.” He rubs against his temples, and thinks: So I’m not just worrying about my survival, but Rebecca’s too? Chris can’t be babysitting and taking down Arias at the same time.

“Well, I won’t watch my friends die while I do nothing. If there’s a chance they might survive, I need to save them.” Rebecca says through one quaking breath, before breathing in deep and adds: “We don’t know how deadly this virus is. If I’m there, I’ll be able to help them. And you too.”

“Your current state is not fit for military combat. B.S.A.A cannot lose our lead researcher. There is no replacement for you.” Says Chris.

That seems to grind against Rebecca’s gears, enough to dish back the same attitude to him. “I’m not just a tool, Chris. I want to help.”

“As your captain, I will command you to stay here and monitor the current survivors.” Chris doesn’t mean to sound like a parent, but how could he not realise this is all for Rebecca’s good?

“With all respect, Chris, you can’t play the Captain card on me anymore.” Rebecca says, eyes defiant and direct.

The lines all over Chris’ face sets deeper. Rebecca is right. He knows that. Chris is well aware that Rebecca had been keeping up with her practice, and without her, the team could be missing crucial information that is imperative to the mission’s success or failure.

Yet the thought of another dead friend lingers over Chris’ mind, possessing his very being. Him in a wasteland of debris, the sole survivor.  There is only a certain amount of times a man can go through grief without going insane.

“I’m asking you a favour on behalf of a friend.” Chris says—begs. At least, that’s the closest you will get for Chris to beg.

But Rebecca isn’t going to budge her decision. She can’t let Chris face it all alone again. She snatches the rifle off the table, and secures it into the back of her vest. Rebecca is going, regardless if the captain allows her.

“Come or not, you can choose.” Chris is out the tent before Rebecca even realises it. Only the hard thumps of footsteps to signal the finality of his choice. “But you know where I stand about this.”

Not one farewell uttered, Chris leaves Rebecca behind. The perils of their journey awaits them, in Rebecca’s head, it fills with nothing but thoughts.

~ ~ ~

QUERETARO, 2:37 AM

Small teams are the most competent in scenarios like these, which Chris took in consideration and decides on a team of five to embark on this assignment. Correction—Six, including Rebecca Chambers.

But right now, the medic is nowhere to be seen when Chris commands the selected soldiers to rise from their positions in the assembly and stand in an orderly line before Chris.

He’s relieved at Rebecca’s absence. Perhaps she has changed her mind; decided against the foolish gamble of her own life. Rebecca’s stubborn nature may refuse to admit this, but it was for the best that she assists from the backlines where she performs the best as the medic.

Chris faces the four soldiers once more, his deep set eyes sensing each soldier’s determination through their posture.

First of that row is Mike; Chris knows Mike, he had worked with him personally and his performance had been outstanding. The next two members he had never met before; two Mexican men, one slightly taller than Chris himself with a sturdy build and the other shorter who smiles carelessly.

And last of them all, there stands Johnny, the new recruit. Shaking from head to toe, scrawnier than ever. This is one hell of a first assignment a soldier can get. But it’s out of Chris’ control. B.S.A.A. is often short-staffed.

“Special Operations Unit!” Chris bellows through the crowd, his roar rumbles through the woods, has everyone present perk their ears to hear the captain’s every word. “Our objective today is to recover the A-Virus sample! Keep a lookout for missing survivors, they go by the names of: Jill Valentine, Ada Wong, Carlos Oliveira, Leon Kennedy, and—”

“Wait!” From far away, a spunky voice calls out in urgence, followed by pitter-pattering footsteps getting closer.

Approaching the assembly is Rebecca, taking shape from the darkness. She clutches at something in her arms, heaving out heavy breaths from her sprint with the rifle behind almost toppling her over.

Chris tsks under his breath. “Agent Chambers, you’re late. Care to explain yourself?”

“And thanks for waiting.” Rebecca tosses Chris a side eye.

The animosity hangs heavy in the air. Since then, the only conversations they shared since their exchange was strictly professional – and only what’s necessary about the mission, the potential causes of the virus, and how much information they are planning to reveal to the operations unit. No more, no less.

“I got presents for the team.” Rebecca greets each soldier with amicable grace while allotting something on her hand to each one. And when it is Chris’ turns, she neither smiles nor nods, a simple “here” to suffice the awkwardness between the two.

Chris takes the item from her hand, indifferent and without a word. It’s a full-face respiratory mask.

“Arias might have booby-trapped the area with poisonous gas. Consider this a precaution.” Rebecca rigs the facepiece over her features with its weak straps, the left filter popping off after she struggles it on. Then as she picks the left, the right falls off too. The rubbery sound of plastic can be heard as Rebecca moves, and her features shielded with a tinted brown film held down by hollow plastic.

“It’s not perfect, but it’ll do! I found it at this 7/11 nearby. You guys should’ve been there to see the confusion on their faces when I bought seven masks at the dead of night.” chuckles Rebecca. A few people laugh, and the tension of lives lost is temporarily distracted. Rebecca has that effect on people.

Everyone glances over at their captain expectantly. Chris is aware there is an obligation for the captain to comment on the situation.

“Thank you, Agent Chambers.” says Chris reluctantly.

“You’re welcome, Captain Redfield.” smirks Rebecca, making sure Chris had a good look at her victory before joining the end of the row with her team.

With the entire team assembled, seven soldiers wait for instructions with their gazes forward, masks secured, bodies suited and weapons ready to draw. They march past stone pillars laid with cut stones, an overgrown garden of exotic plants that are hanging on at life’s end and a lavish stone fountain before the entrance.

The squad scatters diligently behind the dark red mahogany double door, so heavy it could crush all your bones if the hinges fail.

“Are we ready, team?” Chrisdeclares before looking over at Rebecca one last time. You can still back out now.

Rebecca only returns the look with equal amount of sincerity. Seemingly trying to tell him: Not a chance.

The other four soldiers nod as one, keeping their trails soft, and they burst into the house of horror. And they didn’t notice, eyes peering out behind the voids of the curtain, looking at none other than Chris Redfield himself.

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