Commission for savagefluff who asked for Rodimus and Minimus! This was a lot of fun to write, I don’t think I’ve written RodimusAmbus before. Thank you so much for commissioning me, I really hope you like it!
Commission for cinnamus-ambus who asked for Roddy riding Magnus. I really hope you like it, thank you so so much for commissioning me, this was a fun commission!
- he is a very particular man and he doesn’t mess around when it comes to poor posture. you’re an extension of him, after all. he’ll press a hand up against the base of your spine and trail the other up to your chest, straightening your back out. it doesn’t physically matter where you are. he’s formed a habit and he doesn’t intend to break out of it anytime soon.
“sit properly. that’s it.”
- he’s not overly keen on grand displays of intimacy. hugs are rare, holding his hand seems almost impossible some days yet he has his own ways of displaying affection. a little jut of his chin when he’s pleased with something. a quick brush of his fingers against yours when you look anxious. sometimes his hand will come to grapple at your wrist and tug you alongside him. they’re fleeting but they mean something in their own way.
- wesker doesn’t take to you doing things for yourself very kindly. he simply won’t allow it. wesker makes a point of opening doors for you, begrudgingly giving you his jacket when it’s cold, buying you fresh flowers every few days (it feels pointless to him. it’s a custom he’s leaned into.) and helps you stay up-right against him when you’ve had just a touch too much to drink.
“ah, ah, no. stay put. i’m opening the door for you.”
- wesker has no patience when it comes to petty arguments. he’ll shut it down quickly, often times by simply walking out of the room and never speaking of it again. on the odd occasion that wesker riles himself up, he’ll do his absolute best to remain composed. he’ll give you tight, sharp responses. no room for agreement or disagreement. arguments never really seem to stick with wesker. he has better things to do than dwell on a lovers quarrel.
nsfw !
- wesker is the victim of a major size kink. he loves seeing you down there, below his chin. maybe its the blatant imbalance of power but he throbs at the thought of it alone. physically having you in-front of him and looking up at you all doe-eyed really sends him over the edge.
- as much as he seems like he’d be harsh with his words in bed, he’s surprisingly very mindful. he’ll coo at you, spouting out nicknames in the heat of his pleasure. the cooing often times borders on mockery. a sly smirk tugs at his lips, glaring down at you beneath him.
“look at you. that’s it, dear. take what you need. mm, that’s it.”
- wesker is abnormally vocal. he moans because he wants you to hear him. they’re boyish, drawn-out moans. the kind that just keep spilling from his mouth, puffing out bated breaths alongside them as he beats his cock into you.
- wesker adores the feeling of your hair bundled into his fist. he loves the way you whine out when he tugs just a little bit too hard. he’ll give you a gentle slap if you’ll let him and dear god, does he love doing that.
- spit. weskers a clean man but he insists on spit. whether he spits on you or you spit on him. he loves the feeling of his cock being spit on and equally loves seeing your face glisten as he spreads the saliva across the cute little expanse of your face.
- wesker’s non-negotiable kink is fucking in-front of a mirror. he loves watching you watch yourself crumble as he fucks you into oblivion. something so satisfying about watching the shame wash over you than wesker can’t deny makes him fuck you even harder.
“look at yourself. mm, no. don’t get all shy now. look at yourself while I fuck you.”
usually he wouldn’t waste any time on it but you’re, you. so.
he, regretfully, does it the complete opposite way of how you’d expect.
it’s not slow and steady. he isn’t catering to your pace.
he’s rough, unrelenting. mapping out each individual curve of yours with scathing precision.
his voice is hardly a whisper. a shadow of a sound as he tells you, not asks, but tells you, “you’re not to be so insecure about the way you look. frankly, it’s an insult to my taste, no?”
it’s not long before he’s fucking you stupid on his silk sheets. making more noise than usual and yanking on the shorter tufts of your hair.
“you telling me of your— hah, insecurities was an invitation, was it not? suppose you won’t— fuck, mind what I do with something you don’t like?”
you’re a drooling mess. blubbering to yourself. every thrust of wesker’s is painfully coordinated. you wonder if he’s been waiting for an excuse like this to fuck you so brutally.
“for someone so self-loathing, you’re very.. vocal.”
fem reader btw, female anatomy, reader is referred to as girl by wesker blah blah.
wesker on the dome.
a teasing wesker not even bothering to take his jacket off before he’s thrown himself onto your bed and pinches at the bridge of his nose.
he rambles about the day he’s had, trailing a hand across the expanse of your thigh and acting as if he doesn’t notice where his fingers are heading.
his fingers linger on the seams of your underwear, his middle and ring finger toying with the wetness of the fabric.
“i assume your day was much better than mine, my dear girl. i want to hear all about it.” he encourages you quickly, slipping both of his fingers into the slit of your cunt and curls them upwards.
you’re a spluttering, gasping mess by the time he’s gotten second knuckle deep into your throbbing pussy and he’s simply just talking to you.
he pays no mind to your pleasure, only in small phrases.
“i think we’re understaffed at the lab. far too much— buck your hips upwards, that’s, that’s it. good girl. there’s far too much paperwork, simply. it doesn’t promote productivity. they’re falling behind massively.”
wesker’s fingers continue to fuck up into you. red hot blush flushing your face and your teeth sink into your bottom lip.
you near your peak, gripping onto the sheets below the both of you yet still attempting to catch up with his frankly boring conversation.
“ah, ah. not yet, dear. i haven’t even told you about my trip back home yet.”
ANNOYING THINGS THEY DO WHILE TEXTING THAT MAKE YOU RETHINK THE WHOLE RELATIONSHIP
characters included: chris redfield, leon kennedy, carlos oliveira, luis serra, jack krauser, albert wesker, jake muller, william birkin + piers mention
A/N: this has been sitting in the drafts for a month idek/SFW
disclaimer: ahistoric technology yadda yadda it’s for fun
LEON KENNEDY
𖥔 uses words like dealio instead of deal in his text messages (cringe)
𖥔 most of the time replies back with nonsense just to keep the conversation going and you don’t know how to reply, but you do anyway, because you want to keep it going as well but rereading it hurts
𖥔 tries to be cool and thinks too hard making up jokes (that land 3 times out of 10) and it makes you put the phone down and rethink life, word play in every other message (was cute… for the first 2 weeks max)
𖥔 sends you random pictures and then types the message for 4 minutes for it to be just a 1-2 word description of what you can already see in the picture (???)
𖥔 sometimes deletes messages if you don’t respond fast enough and if you ask him what it was says “nothing”
𖥔 replies to your long messages with “huh?” and starts typing so you wait for an answer and then he just never sends anything else
CARLOS OLIVEIRA
𖥔 makes awful spelling mistakes, but takes time to reply properly
𖥔 autocorrection is his biggest enemy
𖥔 if you send him a string of messages, he replies to every single message separately and then sums it up in one message afterwards
𖥔 always pulls a “but hey, you’ve got me” bs if you try to vent
𖥔 texts you “Be safe!” every time you go out
𖥔 supports you going out and having fun, but will text you “how’s the evening going?” like 2 hours in… and even if you say that you’re doing great will text a “do you need me to come pick you up?” which means he wants you home and it ruins your mood for the rest of the night lowkey
ALBERT WESKER
𖥔 has two moods:
① will answer “Ok.” and “Call me.” only
② will send paragraphs of something unhinged at 2am, using big words and proper grammar, talking about his ideas and worldview out of the blue, sounding like 14 y/o in youtube comments, and if you happen to be sleep and not see them the second they arrive, will delete them in the morning (thank god)
𖥔 gets irritated if you send him any links and will not listen to voice notes
𖥔 some days when he secretly misses you will listen to some of the unopened voice notes and then you will be randomly hit with him talking about something you mentioned in a voice note two months ago and you’re confused
CHRIS REDFIELD
𖥔 uses emojis
𖥔 like lots of emojis, always three in a row
𖥔 “😂😂😂”
𖥔 uses 😔 to show that he’s mad for some reason
𖥔 uses the sunglasses emoji every time he talks about wesker😎
𖥔 doesn’t leave any space between words and emojis btw
𖥔 finds facebook memes funny and u just have to reply back with 😂🤣 and die inside
𖥔 creates groupchats for every occasion and no one ever participates in those
𖥔 asks “who is that?” if you use a reaction picture
LUIS SERRA
𖥔 hates texting
𖥔 has a million excuses as to why he didn’t see your message (he did, but he thought he’d reply later and never did)
𖥔 will flatter you with bs like “i wanted to see your face when i say that/i wanted to hear your beautiful voice” when you confront him about not communicating something via texting
𖥔 doesn’t even feel bad about it
𖥔 will text you if he’s feeling freaky though and suddenly has all the time in the world for his phone
𖥔 will send voice messages where you can hardly hear what he’s saying and when you tell him you didn’t hear a thing, he doesn’t clarify
𖥔 sends you outfit checks with diabolical angles that make his legs look small and you’re forced to compliment it
JAKE MULLER
𖥔 surprisingly texts more than he talks
𖥔 is more genuine in his text messages
𖥔 will literally text you as you’re in the next room
𖥔 uses sweet nicknames in chats that he never has the guts to say out loud irl
𖥔 will type things like “my precious bunny” if you vent to him, but irl calls you “bro”
𖥔 you blocked him once mid argument and he texts you “did you block me again?” for years after
JACK KRAUSER
𖥔 corrects your grammar
𖥔 doesn’t use correct grammar himself
𖥔 insists you call him instead of texting if you accuse him of ignoring your text
𖥔 tells you not to call him if it’s not super urgent if you do call him
𖥔 has a rose emoji 🌹 next to your name in his contacts though and would have you as his lock screen if he knew how to do it
𖥔 checks your online status regularly and gets mad if you’re online and not responding, but never brings it up, just gets moody
WILLIAM BIRKIN
𖥔 emails you all bills and taxes bc he has no time to deal with it (you manage all the money anyway)
𖥔 also emails you links to research papers with no explanation
𖥔 uses your email address as a personal folder and will send you things he needs to access later so you don’t even bother to check them
𖥔 sometimes will leave tiny notes at the bottom but you wouldn’t know bc you never check them
𖥔 doesn’t have a personal smartphone, his shit has buttons and a green screen
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PIERS NIVANS
𖥔 gets a pass, not annoying when texting
𖥔 got told to put his phone down at work bc he was texting you fresh gossip though more than one time
A perfectionist to the core — even in everyday tasks. His documents must be perfectly organized, his coffee mug must always be in the same place, and his books must be at an angle on the shelf;
He enjoys classical music —particularly Bach and Wagner. Not because the sound relaxes him, but because of the mathematical order and monumentality of these works;
He hates small mistakes — a typo in a report, a button that is crooked, a stain on his shirt – these are things that can drive him crazy, though he rarely shows it;
He's obsessed with control — he's afraid of losing control of himself and his body. This is one reason he's so focused on viral development and his own modifications—his body must be as perfect as his mind;
He has a photographic memory —he can read a document once and remember every detail. This makes him bored by people who have to repeat or confirm things several times;
He doesn't like alcohol — he believes it weakens his mind and reflexes. If he does, he opts for something strong and drinks only symbolically;
Silence above all else — he works best in absolute silence. Even the sound of a ticking clock can unsettle him if it lasts too long;
A hidden melancholy — he sometimes wonders about who he could have been if Umbrella hadn't shaped him the way he did. He never shows it, but sometimes he lingers on the past for a few seconds longer;
He likes order in clothing — even if he had only one shirt, it would be perfectly ironed. This is an element of the image that it treats as part of his "mask".
Goofy headcanons
24/7 sunglasses — he has so many pairs that if he lost one in the woods, he could immediately grab another from his pocket:
He's annoyed by the internet — not because he can't use it, but because people waste its potential on stupid things. If he saw TikTok, he'd probably immediately plot to destroy the entire network;
He takes board games too seriously — if he agrees to play, say, chess or Risk, he treats it like a battle for the world. If he loses, he becomes unbearably spiteful;
He hates being touched without permission — but ironically has zero problem standing very close to others to the point of invading their personal space;
He has a weakness for dark humor — he can crack such a dry and sinister joke that people don't know whether to laugh or run away;
He has one thing that he is afraid of — pigeons. He just hates them. According to him, "they are dirty and pointless", but the truth is, one pooped on him in childhood and the trauma stuck;
He would tell children fairy tales… but very strange ones — instead of “Little Red Riding Hood” he would talk about Darwin and natural selection;
He'll never admit it, but he likes a good pair of vintage sunglasses — he has a whole collection, but no one has ever seen them.