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My request for Albert Wesker still OPEN - Read conditions HERE
The first time I laid eyes on her, I knew I had to destroy her.
Destroy her or possess her.
There was no other possible outcome. This was how I operated. I shouldn't have cared, but there was a spark in her eyes that was too distracting. The taste of the forbidden seemed to cover her crimson lips as she dipped them on the rim of the gin glass and I could hear my insides screaming their visceral hunger from her mouth. She had been there for an hour. Sitting opposite this man who captured all of my attention and aroused my anger even more. I shouldn't be here, sitting in this car staring at her through the window while she has almost no idea I exist, and that's exactly why I needed to fix this problem as soon as possible.
Distraction.
She took me away from everything that mattered to me until now.
And it had to stop.
Little dove so free, so fascinating, too much not to belong to me.
A shiver ran through my skin while his was desecrated by the hand of his one-night companion. He devoured her with his eyes and I could feel the immensity of his perversion from where I was. Everything about this guy made me want to leave this observation post to join them and make him a living being devoid of brains.
But I had another plan.
Waiting.
Wait for him to make the mistake, wait to intervene. Because guys like him aren't worthy of approaching such a creature. And I was the patient type. When they finally went out, I hadn't taken my eyes off them for a second, I had seen the way she tried to avoid getting close to him. He seemed insistent, urgent, she liked to take her time.
What a bad idea, little dove, believe me, there will be no time to waste on me.
When he placed a possessive hand on her shoulder again, my blood boiled in my veins and I saw her painfully free herself from his embrace.
— No. Not tonight. she whispered. It was a lovely evening, but I think we'll leave it there tonight and...
— You're kidding me. I kept my distance as I followed them down the street, their echoes reaching me between the painful beats of my heart. — You've been teasing me all evening and you think you'll get away with it? - What ? But no, I…
—- Come on. I'm just asking you for a night out. You're making me hard to death, you can't leave me like that.
— Let me go.
He held her back, his body against hers was enough to make me jump from the shadows.
She belonged to me, no one had the possibility of taking what was mine, and he was going to pay the price.
Either way. I had intervened, my hand had grabbed the warm muscles of this idiot and he had not even been able to resist me when I threw him against the wall. When his back crashed into the thick concrete walls, his expressionless gaze seemed to be trying to scare me. But he was terrified.
—- You are going to leave now.
— Or ?
Or ? I need someone as useless as you for my projects, and you can count on me to experience a slow, painful and hellish death.
— Otherwise you will never be able to use what you have between your legs again. I could feel my dove's eyes sliding down my back as I came to her aid and a strange feeling of omnipotence swelled in my chest. I forbade myself to take a liking to it, there was no question of giving her more power than what she had already granted herself.
— Leave. The mournful tone that came from me finally got the better of what little courage this guy had and he disappeared from my sight in the blink of an eye.
—Albert.
My name. In her mouth.
She remembered me even though we had only met once.
A coincidence that ended up haunting me, forcing me to discover more about her.
— You should be careful who you associate with, Dove. I held out my hand to hier. Her eyes seemed to search mine for a logical reason for my presence here, on a lonely street in Racoon City at such a late hour. A rational reason.
There wasn't any.
We both knew it.
— Let's go back.
She grabbed my hand, silent and docile. Just like I like her to be. I could feel her heart beating in her palm and her breath formed a misty cloud around her delicate face that betrayed the chaos that reigned within her. Strands were falling out of her hairstyle and she was struggling to put her dress correctly on her perfect legs. Useless. We reached my car a few minutes later in a heavy and solemn silence. Her eyes kept searching mine, sometimes sliding over my shoulders and hands. There was something deeply exhilarating about the way she stared at me.
— Were you here… For me?
Her voice was only a whisper. She was so intelligent, so insightful. How could an existence as banal as her hide such an exceptional being?
—I told you last time. You will need me one day.
My eyes were fixed on her, exactly like the first evening. My fingers had sought the corners of her chin, brushing against her pearly skin and I felt like I was receiving a subtle electric shock. And she held her breath. Her chest rose with growing desire and I secretly loved the mix of fear and desire I aroused in her. I cultivated it.
— And I was right, wasn’t I?
—Albert.
Something was dying inside her.
Her reason? Her conscience. She was at my mercy, she didn't know it yet but it was now obvious. My grip had tightened on her heart the longer I had stalked her, and now she was begging me to end this pain that hammered her soul.
Kiss me.
Kiss me.
Kiss me.
My lips rested on her, the bitter taste of gin and the vapors of alcohol diluted in the cataclysm that caused this contact. There was no gentleness, not even an ounce of delicacy in the way I took possession of her lips. My teeth planted themselves in the pulp of her mouth and my tongue barely had to force the passage to reach her. Its fruity scent mingled with the smell of obsession and desire that permeated the entire interior of this car.
I wanted her.
My hand took hold of her hair, forcing her to offer me her neck as an offering, I slipped my nose into it, nibbling every shiver that ran through her skin. Her noisy breathing was a litany, a spell that forced me to delve a little deeper into this madness. Her fingers dotted my golden hair, forcing me not to leave her side. I didn't pay any attention to it.
I pulled her towards me, forcing her to leave her seat to join mine. My hands had torn off the nylon of her tights, revealing the skin of her stretched thighs, the lace of her thong.
— Are you wearing this for him?
— No. Of course not. she whispers. Her hips were already rubbing against my thigh and my teeth were sinking into the hardened nipple that was poking through the fabric of her dress.
— For whom?
— For you. It was always for you.
She pursed her lips, moaning as she kissed my thigh. My pants were getting damp from her while I guided her movements by setting a rhythm with my hand pressed against her buttocks.
Delicious.
— I always knew you were following me. Her lips caressed my temple, she inhaled my scent, taking in my entire being as I searched for a way to ease the pain pulsing within me.
—I must fuck you, little dove. It's the only way you'll get out of here alive.
— Do it.
She begged me in a searing orgasm. My pants were barely able to contain my erection and when her groggy hands managed to loosen my belt and free my cock for her, I was already ready to cum. Her thumb came to collect the liquid escaping from my glans to slip it between her lips and I was unable to take my eyes off the tip of her tongue collecting my pre-cum.
Control.
I was losing control.
With an animal gesture, I had finished tearing off the last obstacle that was preventing me from penetrating her and I entered her unceremoniously, extracting a moan of satisfaction as I felt her opening for me.
Centimeter by centimeter.
She belonged to me.
— It was dangerous. Provoking me like you did, you know that, don’t you?
I didn't give her the chance to respond, my comings and goings became brutal and desperate.
That's what I was.
I needed to take absolutely everything she offered me. Her body. Her soul. Her tears, too.
She shook her head, overcome by a dizzy spell of ecstasy which she controlled by holding on to the seat behind me. I held her head to my mouth while painfully holding her hair.
— Never another man again, is that understood? I stopped abruptly, defying her burning gaze and letting out a groan of frustration.
— I didn’t hear.
— Yes. Never again. Promised. Please. Don't stop.
— You were close, again, weren’t you?
Her hips sought in vain to join my tense sex, demanding everything I had promised her. She nodded, her chest heaving with disastrous breathing. The last resistances of her reason had given way to me. I had won.
— Brave little bird.
Slowly, I tickled her sex with the tip of my glans, my cock throbbed between my palm, begging to join her again. I slowly broke the last locks of her will.
Her fingers clawed at my hair and I marked her neck with my teeth while she was devastated by orgasm.
Then in my turn, I descended into madness.
Complete black. The violence in this anger contained within me for too long.
The satisfaction of cumming inside her. To mark her. To have her all to myself.
We stood there for a moment, I refused to detach myself from her body for fear of not being finished with her. Her breath hit my forehead and her nails detached themselves from the skin of my neck, leaving purplish marks.
So that was it. Our own game?
I grabbed her lips, trying to catch her extinguished breath, taste the ecstasy through her lips.
— You will never leave again. I whispered. From now on your destiny will be linked to mine forever.
She was no longer able to respond, her mind still too numb from the pleasure I had just given her, but the smile that appeared at the corner of her ruined mouth left no doubt.
Hey!! I saw your asks for wesker still open, i wanted to ask if you'd write something like wesker being very obsessed with a reader that has nothing at all to do with umbrella, STARS or whatever, he just sees her somewhere and is completely whipped and possessive. Also a bit of rough jealous Albert smutty smut if you can.
Thanks so much <3
Hi
Sorry for the late ! The answer of this request coming !
Hope you enjoy it !
i LOVE your fic 'my unwanted husband' its so good i cant wait for more of it! <3
Hiiii thx you so much !
So many idea about this fanfic, but actually is on Hiatus for many reasons included the fact that Robotnik X reader isn't very popular plot =(
Maybe i'll back in this summer for write about Robotnik and Stone fandom.
I'm so sorry to ask you this again and you can totally no answer to this if you dont want,
But do you still write "a latte make with love" or did you abondoned it ?
Anyway have a good morning/day/night ❤️
(And so sorry to disturb you with this again 😭)
Hiiii dear !
Of course, i dont forget Latte make with love. Actually, it's on hiatus (like a lot of my works) cause of my job and my writing books calendar.
Maybe I'll have more time in the summer to get back to my Robotnik and Agent Stone fanfiction.
I have to admit that the lack of interest in Robotnik/reader and Stone/reader has really turned me off lately. I thank you for your patience.
summary: you’re S.T.A.R.S member and you’re in love with your captain, but you know his dark secret
You were running through endless corridors of Spencer’s mansion. From time to time you turn around only to see this creature still chasing you. "Fuck away, leave me alone!" you yelled in despair (or you really hoped that THIS would just ok as you say?). Before that, you almost fell down the stairs. You hurt your leg and now it was painful to run. You felt that you’re losing your strength and the distance between you is decreasing very fast. The thought that it gonna be the end of you came just in moment when the door to one of the rooms opened and someone grab you by the hand and dragged you into the room. You screamed thinking it was another monster, but when you saw Wesker anger replaced your fear. "Is everything okay? You’re not injured?" he was worried, or more precisely, pretended to be worried. "I’m okay. Unfortunately for you, isn’t it, captain Wesker, or should i call you doctor Wesker?" you hissed still trying to catch your breath. "So you know…" he said calmly, like it wasn’t a surprise to him. "No, i know nothing, Wesker. I thought i know you, but i don’t. When have you betrayed us?" you were almost crying. "I never did" he answered. "You all were under Umbrella’s control all these years." It shocked you even more. You are devoted to S.T.A.R.S and moreover you were in love with Wesker. The idea that it was all his and Umbrella’s game that’s gonna end here, with this mansion, was painful for you. "How could you!" you cried. You grab the door handle and was about to leave the room, but Wesker pushed you aside. "Stop! I won’t leave you out of here." he grabbed your wrists and squeezed them so tightly you gasped at pain. "Please… i’m not gonna leave… let go of my hands…" you whined. He didn’t let go of your hands, but stopped squeezing them to pain. "What are you gonna do to me..?" you asked in fear. "Nothing. I don’t wanna kill you…" Wesker remained thoughtfully silent for a couple of minutes. "Join me." he offered you. "What..?" you didn’t expect he’d say that. You wanted to say yes, but how can you betray your colleagues from S.T.A.R.S like Wesker did? You shouldn’t, you shouldn’t. You can’t trust him anymore. What if it’s another manipulation and he’ll leave you here at the last moment. "I can see you doubt." "How can i trust you? How do i know you aren’t lying this time?" you asked. "It’s your choice to trust me or not. But i’m sure you’ll make a right choice." Wesker pulled you towards him by your hands. His free hand laid on your back. "What… what are doing..?" you weakly tried to pull away. He finally let go of your hands, instead he took your chin and lifted your head forcing you to look at him. With your now free hands you took off his shades and look into his beautiful blue eyes. You feel you’re blushing. You wrap your hands around his neck. "You want it, don’t you?" he smirked. "I do." you smiled shyly. Wesker kissed you. His kiss is deep and passionate. God he’s unbelievably good. You were distracted by a loud noise behind the door. "What this creature is?" you asked quietly as if it could hear you. "It’s hunter-α. Don’t worry, you’re safe with me." "Captain Wesker… my leg is hurt, i don’t think i can run for long." you confessed. "We have some time, lay down." he pointed to the old bed and you laid down. He sat beside you and took your ankle. He carefully examined your injured leg, his fingers gently brushed against your skin. "Nothing to be worried about. I’ll bandage your ankle, so it’s gonna be easier for you to walk." he said and then gently bandaged your leg. "Thank you, Albert." you sat and laid your head on his shoulder. "Will you go with me?" he asked burying his nose in your hair. "I will. I choose to trust you." you smiled and placed a kiss on his cheek.
I work on Wesker fanfics and request. But i must finish my book for the end of the month and I have to concentrate my free time in order to respect my deadlines. I'm back this weekend
Saw your Wesker requests are opened and decided to drop one :3
I'd like to request headcanons or one shot (whatever you feel like writing) for Albert Wesker x gn!reader who's extremely loyal and loves to cling to him? Reader doesn't see the world where they could be with anyone else than Wesker and takes every chance to be around him, trying their best to not annoy him too much of course.
Hi anon ! Thx for your asking. That sound great ! I try something.
Wesker X Loyal GnReader ! - A short text
Ask for Wesker still Open. Pls read conditions here.
—- You have to stop. —What then? You barely consider the young woman in a white coat standing in front of you, your lips trembling in your favorite drink. Your eyes seem to want to avoid his and the severity that drips from them.
-- What you're doing with Wesker.
— I don't do anything at all. It was a lie and everyone here knew it.
Ever since you arrived at the lab as a young aspirant, you had admired the way he handled his work. It wasn't so much his intelligence that shook you, but above all the way he tried to hide the essential. His emotions.
His humanity.
Something inside you screamed that he wasn’t as callous as he wanted to make himself out to be. This conviction lurking deep inside you seemed to whisper the obvious to you: you were not so different. You too had to fight to get where you were now.
Many nights, you had tried to hatch a plan to approach him. Try to spend more time with him, if only to assist him. Although many attempts were unsuccessful, you finally succeeded by replacing a midshipman who suddenly fell ill.
It was probably the best day of your life. You talked a lot. He had been rather rude to you, but he had that reputation. Maybe you even walked out of that room convinced he was going to kick you out forever. This is not what happened. The next day, you were assigned to the same research as him. It never stopped.
But today.
It was different.
He had fired you in the most abject way and you found yourself in the break room listening to the unsolicited recommendations of your work colleague. Obviously. Everyone was trying to convince you that he was the asshole he pretended to be.
But it was impossible.
Wesker liked you.
You were convinced of it.
The way he listened to you most of the time finally convinced you.
And then he ended up accepting the idea of working with you a lot more than he should. But this time, you doubted. He had a habit of playing with your nerves. To chase you away and then try to get you back. To move away to better return and to be hostile towards anyone who tried to be around you. You found it particularly rewarding. This hope of one day seeing Wesker's humanity revealed remained to be borne.
—- Wesker is a bastard. He's brilliant and we all respect him for that. But it's better that you learn to...Have your own life, you understand?
Something had just broken inside you. And it was a tragedy like your existence. It was a horrible birthday present. A poison that was diluted in your veins. What will you become without him? He had been the center of your universe since you had him. Nothing seemed to make sense anymore.
She walked towards you, placing her hand full of disgusting compassion before giving you a pitying smile.
-- Believe me, this is the best thing that could happen to you.
They couldn't understand.
Nobody.
How could they? Did they only go through a quarter of what you had? Did they even know what Wesker had been through, too?
No.
The rain was beating down on you as you returned to your apparently. You weren’t sure if you would be able to live through another day like this. Either, a good bottle of alcohol and a birthday in front of the TV will probably make you forget this disappointment.
Otherwise, you will be forced to resign.
It was heartbreaking. Almost inhuman to think of things like that. It was like ripping your soul and your heart out at the same time. But you couldn't stand a day without him. The keys sliding gently into the lock, You hesitate.
You feel like things aren't the same as usual. Has the doormat moved since you left early this morning? And why is there a familiar smell that accompanies you into the hall?
—Is anyone there? You remain silent, only the silence echoes back to you. By putting down your jacket, you are sure that someone has broken into your home.
How ? The door was not forced and nothing is broken inside?
You walk slowly into your living room, your heart beating. You think you're totally paranoid when you see the envelope on your living room table, making your heart plummet to the bottom of your stomach. You hesitate. Are these threats? A trap? You check around you to make sure nothing has been stolen.
Nothing.
As if the person had a duplicate of your keys. It's stronger than you. With a trembling hand you tear the envelope to reveal its contents. You almost collapse when you realize it’s a card. From a birthday card. When you recognize the writing, you understand why this day was so horrible and you want to scream with joy.
A strange cocktail of feelings mixes within you, but it’s euphoria that wins. No matter what he put you through today.
Everything has a meaning. And everything is erased in just a few words.
