heyyy I'm friend-gif, I'm and ADULT SO MINORS LEAVE (respectfully) I'm not really an author or a writer I just love posting about my most recent feral obsession with a man, maybe writing a short little blurb and then logging off.
he/him pronouns, im ftm and gay but if I get any homo/transphobia on my account ur getting blocked.
my requests are open feel free to request what I think these characters would react/ my thoughts on these characters:
★ - Jack Krauser (Resident Evil 4 Remake)
★ - Cooper Adams (Trap 2024)
★ - Ernest Lawrence (Oppenheimer 2023)
★ - Zeno (Resident Evil Requiem)
★ - Dr. Brendon Park / Park The Shark (The Pitt)
★ - Dr. Jack Abbot (The Pitt)
side note: just because my reqs are open doesn't mean I'll get to them all sorrytt, I'm just doing this for fun because I like these characters aaaa, I'll try and get to all of them but I am busy so please be mindful tyy
Actually, rewatching the ending of Iron Lung, I think I finally understand what happened.
The final shots we see of Simon show him being assimilated by the blood ocean. We hear Simon's screaming gradually distort into a roar, and there are fang-like teeth growing on the side of his face:
The blood is mutating him into another monstrous fish. This implies the voice speaking to Simon had once been human too, but had since become the monster we've seen throughout the film, having burst out of (not bitten into) the SM-8.
The voice says, "We can save everyone, within us!!" which makes sense if we recall the line from earlier in the film about the blood ("It's us"). It's stated that the blood is human blood, and may even be what remains of the humans that were taken in the Quiet Rapture. As people (like the woman from the SM-8, and like Simon now) are sent down into the blood ocean, are irradiated, and mutate, they are absorbed into a sort of hive-mind connection with the blood itself. (It's sort of an antithesis to the repeated refrain of "It's bigger than us"...no, it literally is us.) Simon and the ship are already part of it--an iron lung, built by what is found in blood (perhaps distilled from it) and refilled with oxygen as if the blood is a body using it to breathe.
Then we follow Simon under the surface of the blood and see the following shots (I've taken down the saturation for clarity). The tree pendant cracks and shoots out tendrils:
Simon resurfaces, and his eye (below) flashes and changes color, becoming more like the giant eye we've seen throughout the film. His mutation seems to be progressing.
It cuts to black and the voice says, "We live." Then it cuts to an exterior shot of an explosion, ripping through the monster, and dark shapes start to shoot out from the center of where the ship had been.
Some people have interpreted this as the completion of Simon's transformation, but it isn't. This isn't a fish or even a tentacled sea creature. It's a tree. The trunk is the upper portion, and the roots are the tendrils spreading out towards the screen.
Simon's choice to hold onto hope allowed what was intended for evil to be used for good. The piece he carried of the Last Tree touched the blood, and, as if to fulfill what Eden had said ("our bodies will become the soil"), used it to grow, destroying the monsters as it did. The blood can nourish something now ("we live"), as it is meant to, even if (just as with the data) we don't get to see what it becomes.
Simon is gone, but the Last Tree lives again. And thanks to him, maybe humanity can too.
Jack is precise when it comes to the hunt. He likes the after more than the chase, unlike his twin. Jack will hold a scalpel to you just to stitch you up again, then wipe the same tears he caused away. Titus is feral as he hunts you down, chasing that adrenaline high of going after you through thickets of trees and bushes.
And when they both have had their fill of doing what they want with you, they’re keen on making you feel good between apologies. Well, Jack apologizes—a man of verbal affirmation. Whereas his twin, he believes showing you is most important.
So Jack massages your breasts, leaving splotches and kisses along fragile skin while Titus is positioned between your legs, tongue-deep between slick and swollen lips inviting him in.
“Knew you couldn’t be broken,” Jack whispers directly into your ear while nibbling the lobe.
You moaned in response, Titus’ dark eyes coming up to watching your spine arch off the bed. Jack twiddled one of your nipples between the pads of his fingers and covered your mouth with his. His cock twitch from the taste of blood there awaiting him.
When Jack pulled back, he watched his twin pull your second orgasm from you, their eyes meeting. Titus was lifting his head, a malicious smile crossing his face.
“I think Jackie means to say we’re half sorry for playing a little too rough. Do you forgive us?” Titus lapped at your sensitive clit, forcing you to jump in response.
You groaned weakly, ultimately unresponsive as the twins moved fluidly around you to continue their tending.
𓏵 ┊ play fighting with pope cody leads to primal play . 18+
it starts off as a game, the innocent kind of game where he softens his strength to let you win the rough-housing match. playfully throwing you around whenever he gets a full grasp on your body — even dragging you by the ankle, down to the foot of the bed causing your thin top to ride up and panties bunch between your ass.
you’re lying against the bed giggling, flipping onto your stomach with pope’s fingers still wrapping around your ankle before you’re crawling away from him. knees digging to the mattress with your palms giving you speed, helping you make it towards to the top of the bed.
“where’d you think you’re goin’, sweetheart.” and suddenly your can hear him right behind you, his monotone voice right against the shell of your ear whispering softly. “i’m running away,” you reply out of breath, still panting from all the wrestling as pope looms over your body, boxing you in.
“yeah?” he replies short, tilting his head — his eyes darting below him, tracing over your body like he’s studying you to see what you’d do next before he’s releasing your ankle, and your instantly attempting to flip backside against the mattress — but the moment you try, you fail because pope’s immediately pinning your wrists above your head.
you let out an exasperated laugh, unable to move. currently stuck in what seems to favor a doggy fashion. “c’mon, andiee.” you playfully drag his name, “you know this is unfair, you’re way stronger than me.” you testify, attempting to free your wrists from out of his grasp but he’s not budging.
instead, he’s lowering himself onto you. pressing his weight against you the moment he feels your wrists wiggling in between his palm.
“andy?” you call his name a little suspiciously only to receive silence as he ducks his head down, causing your spine to arch deeper as his pelvis nudges into your ass making you feel the bulge in his pants.
“you don’t wanna play no more?” pope asks, mouth nipping at any area of exposed skin he can see. “thought you wanted to play.” he adds before giving you the chance to answer. and you can feel the slight increase of your pulse quicken, and breathing stagger from more than just the game.
he grinds ever so slightly against the entrance of your pussy clothed by the fabric of your panties, as you let out a noise that makes him groan in response. “an—”
“shhh— all you need to do is find a way to get free.” he cuts you off, tightening his grip around your wrists as he mummers.
and this is was the moment where you knew that the once innocent game you two were just playing, wasn’t so innocent anymore.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀what ⠀ ⠀ do we ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ have here? ⠀ ⠀ 𝜗ৎ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀sam's heat came back earlier than he thought, and since you're not there to help him, he must resort to extreme measures: spending it alone and humping a pillow. your pillow, with your scent on it.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ should ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ we be scared ⠀ ⠀ of it? ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝜗ৎ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀smut blurb, alpha!sam winchester, bunny!reader, masturbation, dry humping, kinda sub!sam undertones.
thump, thump, thump.
sam's head lolled back against the bed's headboard, knocking it without realizing it he was doing it anyways. his hazy and dilated eyes just stared at the room ceiling with such feverish and suffocating heat across his red-ish face.
three hours. you had been gone for exactly three hours to do who-know-what but for sam? oh lord, it felt like an agonizing eternity. he had completely lost track of the date of his next heat; there were too many things on his schedule that this small detail slipped through his fingers.
a ragged whine tore the back of his thristy and dry throat, the ache low in his gut was too much for him. seeing the empty space on the bed, just silk and white matresses gettong messy by how his body moved across the bed was driving him insane.
he needed you.
his brain was no longer capable of drawing another impure scenario with you in it. He'd tried everything: imagining you riding him, sucking his cock—choking you on it, having you on all fours and watching your perky ass bounce on his pelvis, picturing your breasts bouncing against his face as he tried to put a nipple in his mouth to suck it, futilely imitating your moans.
yet nothing worked out.
he couldn't take it anymore.
sam shifted his body once more, large hands swepping over the tangled sheets until his fingers curled into your pillow, draggin it against his bare chest, burying his face deep into the soft material of it.
and that's when your sweet, sugary scent hit his nose. it was quite intoxitacing knowing his heats are always stronger than yours do.
"oh, fuck," he moaned against it.
sam bunched the pillowcase with his fists, holding it tight enough and near his face as he let his eyes slip shut once for all. if he couldn't have your pussy right now, your scent would have to do it instead.
sam's hips began to snap upward harshly as he pictured again how nice your mouth would have felt right now, seeing you down there while little tears were running down your rosy cheeks, muffled moans vibrating on the base of his cock, gosh.
"please.." he whined into the fabric, pleading in-between babbles. "fucking—come back, please bunny"
with sweat beaded on his forehead, he pushed himself closer and closer to the edge, undone by the ghost of you not being inside that room. his knuckles became white, gripping the pillow like his life depends on it—breathy moans filling the room, biting his lower lip trying so hard just to not look so miserable while fucking humping that pillow.
he came after a few more attempts to not do it, ropes and ropes of cum stained the silk cover, your name tumbling from his lips as he rested his head on the board of the bed. chest bumping and his dick between the folds he himself had formed in the pillow.
he might have to explain why your favorite cover is in the washing machine later on, and maybe (just maybe) fuck you against the machine to "make up" for not being there with him.
can't blame him, he's on heat. that's the only answer he can give you.
Since sharks have the astoundingly sharp sense of smell, you do not wonder even in tiniest bit why or rather how Brendon found out you’re on your period. You just know he knows.
You see it in the way his eyes linger on you a little bit longer. Tracing your shape from breasts down to your lower parts. The way his nostrils flare and his chest widens with every deep breath he takes. No, you don’t smell, you checked, you asked your bestie/colleague Emery to check on you. You’re fine. You’re just on your period. And yes, it’s heavy, but you manage.
You stop managing the very moment Brendon leans into your space and asks quietly, “are you on your period right now?”
You freeze for a sec before awkwardly turning your head with an incredulous look, like why the hell he’s saying that and yet, he’s dead serious. Cold, deep-blue-sea eyes watch you with a focused precision knowingly, even without real need in the hearing your answer. He can definitely smell it.
“Follow me.”
And he goes first, his broad back leaves no room for any other reaction than just following him. He enters the bathroom and locks the door the second you enter it after.
“Take off your pants and up on the counter.”
Your mouth open and you think to yourself - as an obedient lamb that you’ve always been, should you really question Dr.Park? You have a crush on him, but who doesn’t? At least, in your department. As strange as the whole situation is, you go with the flow. He doesn’t seem like joking, and it isn’t a test.
So you take off your scrubs and climb the wide space of the counter with several sinks. Not as much space behind you, so your back gets pressed to the mirror behind you. You spread your legs and shift with an awkwardness of being aware that probably you aren’t as much clean right now. Some blood already leaks out on the counter.
But you don’t see anything around you anymore as soon as you see Brendon Park kneeling down before you. Two coldest blue eyes watching you when his mouth presses against your vagina. You shrink out of the unexpectedly warm air and sensation.
His tongue feels like several metres long as it immediately enters you and tastes you. And holy shit you’ve never seen Brendon this satisfied. His face relax and you can swear every part of him is beaming with excitement. He laps and laps and laps at you and you see his jaw and cheeks and nose going red, but he’s minding his own business of eating you out and doing it with such a pleasure.
At some point, he grunts with delight and his hands are keeping your thighs still, fixing you in one place with a strong grip. Maybe he’s ruined you for any other man who’ll go down on you.
His tongue fucks you with a steady rhythm and you can’t stop your thighs from wanting to move forward to him. If he wants to be closer - so do you. And his nose… his gorgeous, sharp, long nose, truly shark’s nature peeks through layers of being a man. So this perfect nose is helping him by making digging-like moves on your clit.
Mindlessly, your hand falls on his head to grab at his locks, but deep, hoarse “hands.” makes you withdraw it and grab a counter edge instead.
He feasts as if nothing else to eat, as if he’s suffered a year of famine and your bleeding core is the only thing that can keep him alive. Vampire jokes aside, he’s a shark. And he smelled you. And now he eats you. You tremble, looking down on him and listening to his satisfied groans mixing with wet sounds of his ravenous mouth in you.
“Dr.Park… Brendon, I’m very close..” you tell him in a trembling, whispery voice, holding onto the counter edge harder. He hums softly and laps a bit more eagerly, like someone can take his meal from him if he doesn’t finish it in time. Your collapse in his hands and on his mouth is accompanied by him gulping more, moaning and pressing his face deeper. Sharp feeling fleets through you when at the end, he gently bites your oversensitive clit.
“Brandon!..” you squeak and he parts from your core with a little smug expression that hides away next second. He looks like a vampire and he knows that. So he stands up and washes his face while you try to catch your breath.
You watch him quietly while he’s washing. You wonder whether it’s going to change anything next second. To make it more weirder, you say, “I just realised I forgot to say ‘Bon appetite’.”
He straightens up and throws a look of question, audacity, and amusement in the mix. “Well, next time be sure to say it then.”
Park the Shark leaves the bathroom. You decide that after the shift you’ll take your favourite snacks and watch Jaws.
I genuinely don’t know where this came from but hope you enjoyed. Seems to me I just needed it.
Nobody told me you’re accepting requests for Zeno, hello?? I wish there were more fanfics with him, I feel like a woman starved uhhh 😭
As for my request: Can I ask for Zeno doing the deed with AFAB!reader in a car? The driver can be driving it to the Care Center when they use this time to indulge in their carnal last 🤭 Bonus points if Victor shows up in the end and opens the door only to see them in the middle of it (big man/Tyrant jumpscare rip) xd
Yes baby absolutely!💖
YES GIRL OMG😩 If you're starved, let me feed you😌💖 Also the idea of Victor just being like 🧍 makes me laugh so hard lmfao
I've been gnawing at this idea for the last few days, so here you go!💖
🌑-nero
Zeno x reader, implied boss!zeno x secretary!reader
cw: car sex, gunplay, slight power dynamics (boss x secretary)
🛞Speed Drive🛞
Lights whir past your face at a dizzying speed. The poor chauffer sits stiffly at the wheel, face pointed forward and blank in an attempt to ignore the sounds coming from the backseat.
Goosebumps rise up along your back. The soft, plush skin of your thighs envelopes a rock hard cock as it slips in and out, aided by the slick dripping from your wet cunt and precum.
"Fuck," Zeno hisses under you, pressing your chest to his.
You've never seen him like this before. Zeno is normally so cool, so calm and collected even during the few times you two had hooked up. You should have known you were in for it when you first joined him in the car. Those golden eyes had traveled over your body slowly, drinking in every inch of you the second you got in.
Your black skirt is skin tight and the perfect length to just to cover your ass. Not that it matters, now; The soft, clingy fabric is bunched up around your waist, black heels sky high to make your long legs even longer. You know Zeno loves seeing you in those shoes. You wore them specifically because of him. You're riding in his lap, thighs pressed together to envelope his thick shaft.
His grip on your hips is making you dizzy. The sticky, wet mess between your legs makes for a slippery slope. His cock slides up as he pulls out, and when he thrusts back in, it's into your sopping cunt.
You both stiffen in collective bliss.
"Ah- Holy fuck, Z-Zeno," you gasp.
The metal barrel of Redemption presses against your jaw. His command is simple.
"Ride."
Excitement rushes through you and you move your hips, reaching back to grab the headrest of the driver seat for stability. Zeno's eyes trace the line of your body that you've created, from the top of your hand, to the curve of your breast through your unbuttoned shirt, to your hip. and finally to your cunt. You ride him slowly, watching him melt under you. The metal of Redemption bites into your skin and you smile, moaning as Zeno rubs circles into your hip.
"Be sweet to me, Zeno," you breathe, clenching around him, "I've been a good girl, haven't I?"
A low moan rumbles from his throat and your smile widens.
"What should good girls be rewarded with?" Zeno murmurs.
Electricity up your spine. Nothing excites you more than seeing your stoic boss come undone under you.
"Come inside me, please," you beg, biting your lip. You know he can't stand when you do that.
Redemption is quickly discarded. Zeno grips your hips, thrusting up hard into you. You cry out, throwing your head back. God, this is exactly what you wanted. When Zeno cums inside you, it's with a low gasp. His thumb rubs your clit and you whine as you cum, spasming on his lap.
You both sit and breathe for a moment, panting in the stuffy air. It only occurs to you then that the car has stopped moving.
The car door opens.
"Fashionably late, as expected--" Victor begins, leaning down to look inside the car. His goggles whir mechanically as he takes in the sight before him.
He pauses.
You and Zeno look at him. Then each other. Then back at him.
Victor slowly closes the car door.
The driver clears his throat. "We, um, we're here, sir."
Zeno raises Redemption, but you bat it away.
"Let him live, Zeno," you scold. You lift off his lap and tuck your underwear back into place. Zeno adjusts himself while you button your shirt and pull down your skirt.
"Put this on," he demands, tossing you his black trench coat. When you look at him quizzically, he adds, "Do as I say."
Victor has an amused look on his face as you exit the car. He holds out his hand politely to help you step out. You take it, thanking him. He offers the same hand to Zeno, but your boss simply ignores him.
"Well?" Victor asks innocently, "How was traffic?"
"Shut up," Zeno snaps, leading the way into the Chronic Care Center.
Do you only write m x m or are you also comfortable with writing for m x f?
Heyy! I'm comfortable writing for all genders, I try and keep things gender neutral but I will use afab wording for some pieces! Feel free to request what you'd like to see :D!
How would Krauser react to Reader teaching him how to dance?
It really depends on his mood at the time! I can see two ways of this going w/ reader :)
cw: slight alcohol/inebriation mention, this is all fluff!
A: Either you two are at home doing chores or normal housework, cue your favorite song that you absolutely swing your body too (even if you can't dance for the life of you) when jack comes over, he's watching obviously, why wouldn't he be? You're having a good time and enjoying the music and he's enjoying the fact that his partner is putting on a show for him... Until you drag him in and he's immediately grunting out how 'he doesn't dance' but after a lot of convincing he does sway a bit to the music, but it has to be a song he likes or that brick wall of a fucking man isn't moving those lead feet. Hey maybe if your lucky he'll even move in step with you and let you lip sync the lyrics to him. <3
Or..
B: you two are at a bar, your not quite drunk your just buzzed enough to enjoy a the confidence and glow of alcohol and get up from your stool next to him. Jack is immediately watching you over his rocks glass to check where his partner is going. Only to see you mad eye contact with him... From the dance floor. And he's quickly tensing up from that. There's no way right? Why would he, a us army veteran hardened from war and past experiences in his time serving, be getting asked in the dance floor by you? In public? However, you start making a faux lasso motion and 'hook' him before pulling the rope slowly while grinning ear to ear. He's shaking his head absolutely refuting going onto the dance floor, there's so many people there! Why would he go up there and embarrass himself?? The extent of what you get from this man is allowing you to grind against him or just sway with him, But that's it. He's fine with dancing in the comfort and privacy of either of you twos houses, (which he still arguably wants you to move in with him to his) but he's not going to go all out in the public eye..
