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Wesker's ✨literal✨ spouse, on my life. Lutheran 🛐 21 yrs old. Sub of strong women (*ahem* Ada Wong *ahem*) Cis fem welcome!!💕

[anangrygreekgod]

kate laswell, farah karim, valeria garza x male!reader

dating headcanons !!

kate laswell

leaves you for a woman

farah karim

leaves you for a woman

valeria garza

leaves you for a woman (and shoots out your shins)

inspo post: @laurajameskinney

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💬 1  🔁 36  ❤️ 51 · Laura Kinney x Male Reader Imagine · she leaves you for a woman

genuinely this post has me giggling every time i think of it, and i have not stopped thinking about it since i saw it almost a year ago

[zenoweskers-deactivated20260408]

[jvgotic]

Anyone ever just wish Victor Gideon would choke them out and call them a good girl?

[silverlullabies]

Omg so a few weeks ago I was talking to a coworker about the fact that I write fanfics and he asked what fandom, which immediately made my ears perk up because he said the word fandom so I already know he’s dabbling in something.

So I, of course, tell him Call of Duty. He asks me why and I tell him, very honestly, “Because Barry Sloane is hot.”

This man immediately fires back with, “What about Elliot Knight?”

And I snap my head up to look at him because… my brother in Christ… how do you know that name? Elliot Knight is not exactly an A-list celebrity you expect random people to reference. He is not a regular household name that just anyone knows off the top of their head. I’m just squinting at him, radar going off the charts now at this point.

Anyway. Fast forward. We’re talking about a patient being sexually inappropriate with staff and I make an offhand comment like, “[Patient] is giving mommy kink.”

And the same coworker immediately- without even a second of hesitation- goes: “The correct term is Mommy Dom/Little Boy.”

And I just-

I know what you are

[silverlullabies]

Update: I’ve now learned he has a Tumblr, but he refuses to tell me the username. So until proven otherwise, I’m just going to assume every single one of you is my coworker.

[silverlullabies]

Another update: he also has an ao3. He swears he just reads because he can’t write which i kinda believe because ive read some of his progress notes and they’re pretty shitty. Also, he says he’s just a “lurker” on everything.

[raedear]

Oh help

[kiayla]

GOATS IN COATS

GOATS IN COATS

[voxslut3434]

Could you maybe do Vox x hypnotised reader?

Any scenario with that would be fine but maybe about the reader being Vox’s ex who then fled to the hotel and to like get her back he hypnotizes her if that makes sense

i always love when his hypnosis is used

vox with hypnotised!reader

tw: noncon, abuse, manipulation, hypnosis, fingering

you just had to get away from that parasite of a man. i mean, calling himself a god? he was being ridiculous and you couldnt put up with his shit anymore.

angel had spoken about this hotel of redemption, and you decided to stay there. mostly because it was free, but also because angel was there and alastor, who vox despised.

however, you were an idiot if you thought he was gonna let it slide. youre alone for barely three days when suddenly, the grand front doors open.

you were sitting on the couch late at night, when everyone but you and angel had retreated to their rooms. your eyes widen as vox enters, angel standing to face him.

"just what the hell do ya think youre doing here, ass-" but before he can finish, his eyes are dazed as vox calmy tells him to go to his room.

leaving you alone now, you shrink as vox approaches you. his face is collected and stoic, meaning his rage is festering deep.

"really, honey? redemption? i mean, we both know youre made to stay down here."

"i-im not going back, we're done. w-we cant be together anymore."

vox chuckles, towering over you as he smirks at your trembling hands.

"sweetheart, we both know you dont have a choice."

quickly, his hands reach out and pin your shoulders down to the couch, keeping you firmly in place as he straddles you. you try to cover your eyes, but its too late. that strange, not quite unfamiliar feeling washes over you, and youre filled with a sudden wave of calm.

"there you go, just needed daddy to calm you down, didnt you. deep breaths honey."

youre eyes are dazed and swirling as you look up at him. he gently picks you up off the couch and walks you out of the hotel and to the waiting limousine. he sits and holds you in his lap, a soft sigh escaping his mouth as he looks down at your incapacitated state. he gently pets your head.

"ah, we're going home, honey. back where you belong."

you let out a small sound, a whine or a whimper at his words. he chuckles softly as his hand slowly reaches down inside your pants, gently rubbing your clit.

"aww, youre so soft right now, baby. you want me? its been a while, no doubt youre needy."

you whimper softly at his touches, bucking your hips a little, eyes still focused on his. one of his fingers slips into your hole, and you whine.

"its okay, its okay. ill take care of you. i shouldve known all those silly thoughts were plaguing your head, but now i can help you. all you have to do is ask."

he slips another finger in, curling deliciously as he leans his head down closer.

"from now on, if you have any thoughts of defying me, youll tell me about it. any troubling thoughts that do not favor me, you will tell me immediately. you got that, pretty girl?"

and you nod, letting out desperate sounds as he speeds up his hand.

"yeah? good pet, i knew you could listen. just got a little scared, but dont worry. youll never be afraid of me again."

your hand clutches his as he brings you closer to the edge. he reaches down to his your forehead as he pleasures you.

"you gonna cum baby? yeah you are, right around my fingers. fuck, youre mine doll. say it."

you say it, and he finally brings you over the edge. he gently pulls your pants back up before he holds you up against his chest, telling you to sleep.

tomorrow, you will be back in your bed, your real home, waking up next to your ex boyfriend.

i hope you liked this! <333

[voxslut3434]

heyy!! Just wanna let u know that ur one of my favorite writers ever!! Whenever I read one of ur vox/alastor's oneshots, I giggle and kick my feet!!

And if u want, can u write a fanfic where Vox comforts Reader while theyre on their period? It can also be spicy (optional) (my period cramps are killing me rn HELP💔)

Anyways,i hope u have a nice day!!!(♥´∀｀)／

I HOPE YOURE OKAY ANON, PERIODS CAN REALLY FUCKING SUCK <33333 I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS

vox x reader on her period

tw: period sex, noncon if you squint? but not rlly just embarrassed reader

vox had just finished up work for the day, earlier than usual. he hummed softly as he made his way to your shared bedroom, softly opening the door.

"hey honey, i'm all-, baby, are you okay?"

he finds you curled up on the bed, arms around your belly, irritated and tired.

"go away."

instead, he comes closer, reading your body. the way youre covered in blankets, and how your eyes are clenched shut as you try to comfort yourself.

"oh dear, its not that time again, is it?"

you whine softly as he sits down on the bed, takes of his jacket, and takes you into his arms. he holds you in his lap comfortably, your head against his chest.

"thats it. move your arms, let me help."

you do, and his big hand reaches down to cover your tummy, before it heats up gently. you sigh softly, eyes closed as you lean into him.

"im, im gonna bleed all over you."

vox leans in close, whispering in your ear.

"dont worry, sweety, just rest your pretty head, let me take care of you."

he holds you in his arms, wrapped in a fuzzy blanket as he puts on a movie and has his employees bring you everything you want. chocolate, stuffies, you name it. vox holds you close against him, never moving his hand away, keeping your cramps less intense.

later, he runs a bath for you, saying its good to help you sleep. reluctantly, you listen, slipping out of your clothes and stepping into the warm water.

"there you go, not bad, huh? i know what you need, sweet thing, always."

you lean into his touch as he washes your hair, whining softly when he stops, just for him to slip out of his clothes and get into the bath behind you.

"m'gonna, gonna make you feel better, okay?"

he positions his cock at your hole, gently nudging it in. you try to push him away, saying its disgusting and icky, but he grabs your chin and forces you to look at him.

"honey, i dont care if you have blood coming out of there or shit, im fucking you, because it'll make you feel real good. now stop being a brat. open up."

and you do, whimpering as he pushes into you, swearing softly. his length, now comfortably in, begins to fuck you gently, hitting deep and soft. you whine softly, leaning back against his chest, letting him hold you.

"there we go, good girl. just needed some dick, thats all, just some of daddy to help you out."

your eyes roll back as he fucks you, taking control. finally, when you cum, he holds you tight, cock still in your hole.

"good girl, good. im so proud of you, letting me help you. good whore."

he helps you out and wraps you in a towel, taking you to bed. when you complain about needing a pad or a tampon, he smirks.

"oh, ive got a great idea. ill plug you up."

[damadisangue]

Which tag of AO3 are you?

What can I say: that's more than right! And this is so perfect for Alex and Albert Wesker.

Tagged by @bhaal-battle-beer-bard (thank you so much!)

I tag @doctor-hannibal-wesker, @thetentaclecommander, @judasiskariot @moonrausis, @grrreve, @jvgotic, @imnotwholewithoutyou, @aveimperator40k and anyone who wants to try.

You can find the quiz here!

which ao3 tag are you?

[jvgotic]

I need a happy ending okay???! I'm sick of crying!! 🥺🥺

[dikdikpronouncedxylophone]

Sanders Sides as Ao3 pt. 121

[cuteautumn]

TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN!!!

[tomatoreddsworld-deactivated201]

WHAT THE FUCK IT’S CHRISTMAS EVE WHY DID SOMEONE REBLOG THIS

[derranger-deactivated20220102]

TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN!!!

[partasah]

SERIOUSLY?! THIS IS CHRISTMAS EVE WHY WOULD YOU REBLOG THIS?!

[socialistexan]

TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN!!!

[jvgotic]

MERRY CHRISTMAS 🎄🎅🌲🧑‍🎄🎁

[meirimerens]

you're telling me this guy's a bouncer? huh... and what does he bounce on, if you don't mind me asking...?

[dorkynerd23]

Reblog If You Love And Adore The Amazing Digital Circus!! 🎪♥️

[im-dead-and-i-move]

“Hey, I found your blog on Tumblr-”

[fluffysheeps]

Strawberry sharkcake 🍰🦈

[corrodedparadox]

Split

[superhoeva]

do you think we can get almost dad!price with like secret cum ingestion ^w^

he’d be like super disgusting with it and intensely watch his girl eat his cum without knowjng

tws: fauxcest, age gap (20s and late 40s), reader has a vagina (no other pronouns), reader calls price "dad", noncon (cum ingestion), dubcon, bodily fluids, +18/mdni; obessed with this idea ugh which means more secret ingestion is coming <3

he doesn’t necessarily hide it, per say… he just makes sure to keep quiet when he jerks his cum into the mug of tea he brings you in the morning when you sleep over.

what? john’s just a dad looking after his kid, making sure that you drink enough of him to keep you growing big ‘n strong.

making sure he stirs it in well, john eases back to where you’re snoozing. pecking your cheeks and chin as he rubs your arms with warm hands, the man shushes the whines that leave you once your eyes crack open.

“none’a that, dove. c’mon,” john coos, gentle in his task of tugging you by the arms. he huffs when all you do is slouch against him, hugging his middle and using the sleeve of his shirt to wipe the drool from the side of your mouth.

a heat at your lips pries open your eyes once more, john’s inside shifting in a pleasant squirm as you drink from the cup he has at your lips without a second thought.

“that’s a doll… tastes good, hm? i make it right?”

“mmhm,” you bob your head with a sleepy nod, gripping his forearm to help tip the cup further. none the wiser to the concoction you're guzzling. "s'good."

price watches you drink the rest with adorning silence. once you’re finished, he clatters the cup onto the bedside table just in time to stop you from flopping back against the mattress.

“no. get ready while i make ya some food. need to eat before i drive ya back,” john commands, standing and hauling you up with him. your body keeps slouching as he re-adjusts your shirt, a tired pout across your face despite the wet kiss he plants on your mouth.

you groan a little at the way he swipes his tongue against your lips, nearly whine yourself into a puddle of nothing when a hand slips inside the waistband of your panties to glide a finger along your slit.

john swirls exactly three swirls against your clit before snaking his hand from you and to lips, sucking on his finger as he turns to leave.

"dad!"

"don't 'dad' me. hurry up 'n maybe we'll have time t'finish playing b'fore we leave..." john continues his wide awake stride, crotch pulsing inside his pants with another load.

hm. he'll probably mix it in with your eggs this time...

© 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐚 | want more almost dad!price? check out the TAG!

[silverlullabies]

🌽 link

Okay so you know how when a younger dog is being annoying to an older dog the older dog will correct the pup's behavior by scruffing them and pinning them down?

That's what Price does when you've annoyed him one too many times after he's already warned you of the consequences.

You never learn, do you? Always poking, snapping, needling for a reaction, tail high and teeth bared just to see if he’ll bite back. And this time, he does.

Price is on you before you can gasp. Big hand clamped around the back of your neck, he hauls you off balance, spins you, and drives you face first to the floor. Carpet scrapes your cheek, his weight sinks over your back, thighs pinning yours open. You thrash, but it’s pointless; he’s older, meaner, made of patience that’s all run out.

He’s grinding against your ass, breathing heavy, cock already thick and hungry through his trousers as he cages you, immobilizes you, breaks you into obedience. “Thought you were clever, did you?” His voice is gravel and thunder, lips pressed to your ear. “You want attention, pup? You’ve got it.”

One hand wrenches your pants down, rough and exposing, making you arch and whine for what you secretly wanted all along. He shoves your thighs apart with his knees and drags his cock through your folds, smearing wet heat everywhere, but not for you, for him. “Stay down,” he snarls, palm flat to your nape, forcing your face to the floor. “Don’t you dare fucking move unless I say.”

He sinks in with a single brutal stroke, cock punching deep, making you sob into the rug. The angle is merciless, every thrust a lesson, every snap of his hips a warning. He doesn’t ease up. Doesn’t let you up. Just pounds you into the floor, the slap of skin and the growl of his breath filling the space.

“You want to be a brat? This is what you get. You want to test me? You’ll learn.” His grip never slackens, hand heavy on your scruffed neck, hips relentless, dragging you to the edge and keeping you there, letting you feel every inch, every thrust, every consequence. You’re drooling, slick, crying, sniffling; his perfect mess, exactly how he wants you.

You start to clench, ready to break, and he slows, hips rolling with controlled violence, never letting you forget who owns your pleasure. “No,” he snaps, pressing you down harder. “Not yet. You don’t come until I say. You stay right where I put you, or you’ll be here all night.”

You whimper; wrecked, desperate, trembling, but you obey. Because Price is teaching you, drilling obedience into your bones with cock and discipline, refusing to let up, refusing to coddle, not until you’ve learned your fucking place.

When he finally lets you go, it’s only after you’ve gone pliant and submissive, breathless and soaked, begging for release. Only then does his hand ease up, thumb stroking your pulse. Only then does he let you come, hard and sobbing, pulsing around him, while he finishes with a rough groan and grinds you down, owning every last shudder.

But he doesn’t let you up. Not yet.

He keeps you pinned, fucked out and limp, face still pressed to the floor, his weight and scent draped over you like a warning and a promise. “Stay there,” he rumbles, voice final. “You’re not done learning, pup. And I’m not done teaching.”