I'd love to hear more about any hogwarts themed yanderes the hufflepuff one was fun to read. Plus if you really wanted to you could always connect them all to each other in one way or another.
Hai anon!
I was planning to make a series with all the four houses (and maybe the Ilvermorny houses too), but I'm too lazy ahsgdbdj. These days I got work and projects and ughh.
But it's a good idea to connect all of them! Someone requests a yandere! Gryffindor Boyfriend x Slytherin! Reader. And I'll probably work on that when I have time again.
I'll probably include Severus in because I'm a lovergirl at heart, and any versions of him, Romantic or Platonic is fun. And I would think he'll be a good girldad... And some sassy Daughter! Reader is so fun to think about!
Like... Protective Dad! Snape docking points from Gryffindor left and right while mentally asking himself WHY is his very own daughter FALL IN LOVE with a Gryffindor??? (He's a hypocrite. He needs to LOOK ON THE MIRROR), and golden retriever! Boyfriend who keeps on trying to impress his future father-in-law by doing something unhinged?
Will it be possible to ask for Gab and reader tormenting LuLu during sex I want to see them making LuLu cry and whining to stop but they won't.
Dw anon. Of course you can! Below is...
Yandere! Ex-crush x Fem! Reader x Yandere! Senior
Aka, Lulu is forced to watch while Gabriel fucked [name], all because he's being bratty.
- Poor Lulu is placed in the worst position anyone would ever want to be. He's naked, his abs moving up and down with each ragged breath he took. His cock is hard and weeping thick globs of pre down his shaft, his ears ringing with Gabriel's grunts and your sweet moans. He's sitting on the corner of your bedroom, in the disgustingly comfortable bean bag you usually use when you want to read your silly romance novels.
- why is he even there in the first place? What did he do wrong? Apparently Lu is in a bad mood. He's a bit too good as a prosecutor, judge or a lawyer. And his professor thinks it's a good idea to put him in a mock trial as the defendant. The problem is, his supposed lawyer is a dumbass that keeps messing up the regulations and constitutions.
- he came home angry. And when he's angry, he snaps at people. He says nasty words that he didn't mean, and he glares. Ah, those baby blue eyes turn cold when he's mad.
- he snapped at you, he snapped at Gabriel. He kicked the plant pot because it's on his way (it's not, he's just annoyed), and keeps on huffing and puffing at nothing.
- you tried to gently coax him out of it. Gabriel meanwhile, makes the situation worse by laughing at how childish he is. Ludwig growled and actually hurled a pillow his way.
- he just sulks all day and keeps quiet. But then dinner came and he didn't eat. You, getting worried, obviously comes to try and get him to eat something. Yet Ludwig decides to be a prick and lash out again. Seriously, is he having a period or something? 'cause even [name] doesn't act this bad during her periods.
- thus, Gabriel finally decides to put his foot down, and that punishment is in order for a brat like Ludwig. He manhandled the blond boy and tied both his pale hands with a red rope, his muscular arms carrying the pale boy and plopping him down the bean bag.
- You can only sigh and massage the tension on your forehead. You just wanted to help. Perhaps Ludwig just needs space, and both you and Gabriel are doing something bad by keeping him on the corner like a wounded dog, but as Gabriel starts to grope your chest and bite your neck, all the tension starts letting go, and soft moans escape your throat.
- As Gabriel's fingers move in and out of your wet cunt, Ludwig tries to look away. He bit his lower lip, trying not to whimper just from the sight of his two beloved disasters having sex in front of his eyes. His cock is getting abandoned, the wind from the cooler is making every movement counts, and he keeps twitching embarrassingly. Whenever Gabriel taunts him and asks if he's ready to apologise, he only huffs and throws out insults to the other man.
- But as you two started to fuck, that's when Lulu starts to break. He saw how your hands shot up to Gabriel's back, how you're moaning and throwing your head back on the pillow, and he's peppering kisses on the column of your neck. His hands firmly on your hips, just enough pressure to keep you in place, not to bruise, never to bruise.
- and as Gabe starts to get the rhythms and gets more sensitive, Ludwig is even more flustered. He can't believe himself. That he's about to cum just from seeing them fuck. That he's a deranged slut that enjoyed being in this tortured position.
- just as Gabriel is about to cum, that Ludwig starts crying and begging for forgiveness. His dick is literally RED right now. It's so wet, and hard. It's all painful, and he's calling up your name like a faint gospel, as if he's a kitten being wronged by the world and now needs comfort.
- Gabriel rolled his eyes hard, but obviously you're weak for that blond mess. But it's a punishment nonetheless, so you ordered Gabriel to fuck you harder just to make sure Ludwig wouldn't think of doing something like this ever again. That he'll learn to communicate and not whatever he did.
- let's just say Ludwig got two lovely people kissing each side of his face, two hands, one calloused and large, and the other softer and smaller on his dick that night, stroking gently. You're praising him for taking the punishment so well, while Gabriel is degrading him for enjoying the nasty sex show.
- With tears streaming down his face, he cummed all over your hands. Shooting up to his chest and even his jaw, which Gabriel licked provocatively. He got a warm bath, gentle reassurances, and the warmest pajamas ever afterwards.
- Ludwig makes a mental note to not lash out on his lovers again.
- what he meant was, not in the foreseeable future. Take that as you will.
A/N : holy shit I took so long to answer to this request. I'm so sorry anon huhu... I'm having a rebound crush on Snape and he's been taking a space on my head ajegdbdj
I hope this is good enough xoxo. I haven't written in a while, so i hope this is okay!
Istg I'm sorry for being away for so long... My inbox is blown up by my wonderful anons and i thank you all for the enthusiasm. But I'm so tired huhuuuuu. Uni has been great, but i had to work for two hours per day from monday to friday. When it's the weekend, i go out with friends and enjoy myself for once.
I'm so sorry for the less updates for my stories or hcs. I wrote so much during winter break because I got nothing to do. Now I barely have time for myself aside from studying, working and juggling time with friends and family.
Ok hear me out... reader ends up dating the yandere, right? And their relationship progresses until yandere brings us, their darling, to meet their family. But what we and he didn't expect is, plot twist!, the yandere's family end up also being yanderes (platonic or not) to the reader
Heheh... This is gonna be delicious.
Yandere! Boyfriend x Girlfriend! Fem! Reader & Platonic Yandere! Toxic(?) Bf's! Family
- Yan! Boyfriend is the best lover you can ever ask for. Aside from his possessiveness and ability to deflect his jealousy and anger whenever he saw you around other men.
- yan! Boyfriend isn't really close to his parents or sibling. He has an older sister, who's around 9 years older than him. When he's born and growing to toddlerhood, his sister is already old enough to stand on her own and hate him for being around her.
- and imagine yan! Boyfriend is a product of accidental pregnancy. Perhaps his parents are feeling bold, or a condom gets busted and he's born. It's not like his parents don't love him. They insist they do, but his older sister was a wild child back then. They're already tired of taking care of her. And taking care of a new baby is such a hassle.
- this resulted in yan! Boyfriend being closed off with little to no self esteem. He has no support system or foundation of how relationships are supposed to be. He's always alone. His sister goes out playing with her friends daily, and her parents are going to work. He grew up sustaining himself.
- it's not like they're evil to him. It's just that his older sister is going through puberty and she doesn't want to have a chubby, cute duckling following her around and taking all the attention from her. Yan! Parents tried their best, but they're just too emotionally and physically unavailable for him.
- so when he's older, and when he's thinking of marrying you, he grimly tells himself that he'll need to introduce you to the family. He's 100% sure his sister, who's now an established yoga instructor, and his parents would care. They'll just congratulate him and go on with their day, and the meeting will probably end in 20 minutes maximum.
- how wrong could it be. When his parents swarmed you in hugs and smiles. When his sister gasped and immediately invited you in. You're awkwardly smiling and staring at your boyfriend with a thousand yard stare, because they're nothing like he had told her.
- talking with them is kinda easy. They listen to you like an eager puppy at each question. How did you meet bf? What's your line of work? Is bf treating you well?
- yan! Boyfriend isn't jealous of you. But he's annoyed that his parents suddenly give a damn about his private life. He's an IT employee in the same company as yours. He may or may not intercept with your emails much. So that it seems like he's the only one interested.
- for example, the reason the two of you could even date, is because you had invited your team, him and several friends to a dinner after a successful merger. Only he showed up because he blocked others from receiving your emails. When your friends discovered it, you just shrugged and said maybe it's an error on the system.
- but yep, back to the present, they keep trying to feed you and show you his old pictures. There's a lot, which is weird considering they don't really spend much time with yan! Boyfriend. He's embarrassed, but you think he's cute. So he gained a blushy face for the remainder of the time you stayed in his family home.
- when it's late, they try to offer the guest room for you. But you insisted that there's no need, and you need to go to work tomorrow. Yan! Family told Bf to bring you again soon. They'll take care of you even when he's busy.
- they ask for your number. Just in case yan! Parents make too much food and want to share it with you. Or yan! Sister needs a shopping partner for the weekend.
- you, who already knew about the complicated relationship of your boyfriend and his family, apologised profusely for their attention. Yan! Boyfriend assured you that he's not offended. He's more concerned than feeling anything else.
- in the end, he drove you back to your home. Parked in a nearby spot and walked you to your door. Kissed you good night and thank you for meeting his family. When he goes back to his car, he pressed his head against the steering wheel, thinking of what just happened.
- he's now aware at how unpredictable his family could be. Perhaps it's the guilt of never caring about him. His parents and sister, now older and somewhat wiser, had asked for his forgiveness when he came home to take several of his personal belongings to his new apartment. He had moved out since college, and he doesn't visit often.
- he just smiled and nodded, and got on with his day. The anger of neglect has died since he was a teenager with an angst complex. Now he couldn't even care less. That's why he puts distance between him and his family.
- he'll be sure to keep an eye on them. He'll make sure you're never hurt. He wouldn't allow his family members to make you uncomfortable. You're the most important thing in his life. And now, that he has tasted love so pure, he wouldn't let go.
A/N : holy crap... This request had gone dusty!! So sorry anon!!! I was so busy with life, and changing crushes that i have no energy to write. I hope this is good enough huhu!
I forgot to say that this week (and next) are my midterm exam week 😭 so I wouldn't be able to write in this account or @maybutterz because I have so much to study for huhu.
Sorry for being a bit inactive despite promising to reply to my inboxes 🥺
Ooh! Thinking abt the yan! Chef w extremely picky/food avoidant reader!! Im neruodivergent and haven't pretty bad ocd so I simply can't stand some food textures or smells and will throw up if I eat them/get nauseous if the smells too strong. I also get fixated on certain foods and will get nauseous at the thought of eating anything but the fixation food. I think yan! Chef would be such a darling in handling my food issues tho.... <3
-Tiger anon
Hai anon!!!! :3 sorry for the long wait!
Ohoho, you don't need to worry about allat. Yandere Chef is a revolutionary, creative cook!!!
Yandere Chef x Girlfriend! Lazy! Fem! Reader
ALTERNATE VERSION OF : HERE!
- oh, come here you. Yan! Chef has prepared himself. He got his reading glasses on. Comfortable pants and clothes, a notebook and ballpoint pen, and he has pinned his loose bangs with your red hairclips.
- he thinks this makes you even more of a fine specimen. He LOVES challenges. He's tired of being glazed as the best chef in the city. What will the michelin stars under his name do if he can't even please his girlfriend? Ugh, he's not one to back down from a hypothetical fight against himself.
- he wants to prove himself. That he can improve and soar beyond what he has built. It's okay if you have your fixations, even temporarily. Even if you'll change and dislike the specific food in a week and hop to another fixation.
- he'll ask you about your food preferences. Cold or warm? What texture? Soft, or something else? Crunchy? He's good at mixing things together, and he's good at matching food to his customers' tastes.
- he'll resort to always asking what type of food you wanted to eat for the day. For example, let's just say you really like carrots and chicken. He'll do his best to include the two ingredients on your diet. He'll change things everyday and create new dishes everyday. And he'll always ask for your criticism. Is it good enough? Or you don't like it? He'll cook something else in a whim!
- as long as you're healthy, he's all ears to new ideas. Food is an adventure. And he doesn't mind that you're picky. It makes both of your pallettes of food always different, and he thinks it's greater that way.
A/N : sorry it's a bit short, tiger anon! I hope you like this!
im in NEED of a Hogwarts inspired yandere from any or all the houses😭😭
Mwehehe. I got a good idea about this!
Our days
Yandere! Hufflepuff! Boyfriend x Nerd! Ravenclaw! Reader
CW : FLUFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF, no smut for now, they're virginssss, yan! Boyfriend gets an erection from happiness and gets very embarrassed.
- Yan! Boyfriend, who is a Hufflepuff 7th year student. Unlike any hufflepuff stereotypes about the inner students being soft, innocent peacemakers.
- He's quiet. He's very introverted, and he keeps to himself. He's a headboy just because Professor Sprouts likes how efficient he is (and how he's actually kind, but he hides it very well).
- He's an all rounder. He's great at every subject, overly qualified for potions and DADA, which is shocking for everyone. He seems fond of being a flower growing from a brick wall. He doesn't play quidditch though, he thinks it's a waste of time. Inefficient.
- he roasts people easily. Sharp tongue is one of the things his muggle parents always scold him for. He can't and won't sugarcoat things.
- but he'll soft the blow for you, and only you. His sweetheart he met on the first day on the hogwarts express. His darling that always has a wildflower tucked behind one ear. His love, who always defended him for being a muggleborn.
- he's never insecure about his heritage. The only reason he accepts the hogwarts invitation is because he can't control his magic. All he does is hurt his family accidentally. Any annoyance will lead to a fork hurled across the room to the perpetrator.
- he never wanted this life. He doesn't want to be an auror. No, he doesn't want to be a potion maker either. Wizengamot? Boring.
- he always had one dream. He wants to be a doctor. His grandpa was one. He's always enamored on how humans, all by themselves, can strive without magic and survive.
- But at least this magical life gave him something. You. You're the most important. You're also a muggle born. A proud girl who used to smile with a gap between your teeth because your baby tooth fell out a week before you're supposed to go to Hogwarts.
- you used to share your chocolates with him during the ride. Not frog chocolates, regular Cadbury he can find anywhere. He doesn't really like sweets, but figures sharing it is the one that makes him happy.
- you're a talented Ravenclaw. Smart, witty, but humorous. You always laugh at his sarcastic words about the world surrounding the both of you, and your humor is trash. You can laugh at a fallen trash, but listening to your laughter makes warmth seep all over his chest.
- and most importantly, you always tell him how proud you are of him. No matter what he did, you'll be in the Room of Requirements waiting for him, sitting on his lap once he arrives, and rubs his cheek while kissing his temple. He hates touches, but yours gave him a sense of security.
- You're a smart, yet silly goose. You often pull pranks on the bullies that used to bother the both of you for the thrill and revenge of it. Yan! Boyfriend never got into trouble, but willingly spends detention with you scrubbing cauldrons. He even laughs loudly when one of the bullies gets jinxed by one of your creative helium induced, voice changer jinx.
- His love language is act of service. He doesn't talk much, but always helps you do your homework, whether by tutoring you, or spending time catching rare bugs around the safer parts of the forbidden forest.
- he'll indulge in your ridiculous demands and still smile, because you're the most important aspect in his life. His sweetheart, you're two peas in the pod. He gets jealous easily, but thankfully you're always around him since he confessed.
- yan! Boyfriend, who's still flustered about kissing. He likes it... He's just a bit afraid of the aspect of accidentally turning you off somehow. You once kissed him after lunch, and he's afraid his breath stinks of the pumpkin soup and garlic bread he just ate. You just giggled and reminded him that you also had just gotten lunch, but he didn't complain, right?
- yan! Boyfriend, who's just smitten as hell. He once gets a hard boner during 6th year the first time you sat on his lap, placed a flower crown on top of his head and kissed him. He still gets embarrassed to this day. Screw his puberty. But you never bring it up. You just blushed and moved to sit beside him so he wouldn't be awkward about it. He's weak. So weak around you.
- yan! Boyfriend, who's still figuring things out even when you two are already in your seventh year. To be real, who isn't? As long as you're still in his sight, he'll orbit around you. Together? Always.
A/N : okay this is sweet as hell.... I love him! If anyone wants to see other houses, please do request hehe. Thank you for the request, anon! I hope this is good enough. I'm a lil rusty! Sorry for the long wait!
Hello!! I love the concept of clingy yandere merfolk x humans (marine biologists or naur) and I would love to see more! Maybe like... one of those huge aquariums with a lot of different species of marine hybrids? That would be really interesting
Mwehehe... This is such a fun concept!
Yandere! Lemon shark! Hybrid x Reader
CW : reader cant swim (yes, I'm projecting), Lemon Shark! Yan doesn't have personal space, extremely clingy! Yan.
- You hate travelling with cruises. You don't even know why your school thinks it's a good idea to go to another country by a cruise ship.
- the sea is beautiful, but it gets tiring after around an hour in. It gets boring, you know? The sunset is amazing too, but hey, sun only sets once.
- Everytime you look down at the vast sea, hands gripping the metal railing with calm yet frantic eyes, you wonder what'll happen if fate decides to be an ass and screw you up in the worst way possible.
- and unfortunately, it really happened. During midnight, the cruise accidentally hits a damned iceberg. 'is this Titanic 2?' you wondered. Panic is starting to seep in because unlike your friends or teachers, you can't swim. But at least you have your trusty companion of the day, aka the emergency life vest has a teeny tiny hole that caused it to not inflate.
- and there you go, slowly sinking while the others try their best to stay afloat because the lifeboat is already full of people.
- you just closed your eyes and accepted your fate. Your heart is ringing on your ears, the beat getting quicker as you sink. The fear is there, but you're afraid to make the death more painful by squirming and screaming.
- before your body all enters the sea, you take a deep breath. slowly everything goes dark, you try to save as much as the air, but there's always a limit. Just as you're about to give up, there's a cold hand slapping something inside your mouth, and carrying you somewhere.
- all you can see is a blond poof of hair, scales and a long yet shiny tail. You passed out from the panic.
- when you wake up, there's two golden eyes staring right at your pupils. You got startled and screamed, but the fish-person(?) only laughed and twirled on the waters.
"You finally woke up! Took you long enough!' the lemon-shark chirped, a glint of light comes from his perfect rows of sharp teeth.
- so... You discover that his name is Remi. He's a lemon shark hybrid swimming and chasing smaller fish because he can. He saw you slowly sinking and thought you're a large trash human once again filled the ocean with. But after seeing that you're indeed, a living, breathing human, he decided to save you.
- life's getting pretty boring for hybrids like him. He's pretty good at hiding, and all he preys on are small fish, but sometimes he'll experiment on his meals. He likes humans too, because they don't have tails like him or the other hybrids.
- and the thing is, he's always purring and rubbing his face all over your body. Hybrids has this slimy sheen all over their body. Perhaps an adaptive mechanism from their ancestors. But Remi discovered that humans didn't have that. Humans' skin are just... Soft! Silky, even.
- He absolutely loves hugs. He's very friendly in general. He likes head pats and to circle you??? Just swimming in circles with you in the middle of his trajectory. It's kinda sweet, but weird too.
- he'll introduce you to his other fish buddies. But gets extremely jealous when you get touchy with them. He'll headbutt your hand and give you the cutest scowl ever.
- please do remember that he's your savior. Not his friends. Not the dumb kraken, or the starfish, or the jellyfish. But HIM. REMI. You can befriend his friends, but nothing more aside from talking. Touching is reserved only for him.
- he'll feed you some enchanted seaweed to keep you somehow dry and able to breath and talk underwater. You don't really feel like going to the surface yet because life is boring (seems like you and Remi shared a good perspective!), and Remi's teaching you how to swim!
- to be honest, he sucks at teaching. More because he has a tail, not a pair of legs. So he's also confused. But he'll try his best!
A/n : OMG OMG OMG sorry for the long wait 😭😭😭😭 I've been so tired and so busy. The vacation is sooo nice, but reality comes crashing down when it's time to go back to uni hehehe! I have midterm in two weeks, so maybe I'll be a bit inactive again. Ily my readers, sorry for being away for so long 💔
Hallouu my sweetheart! I'll be on vacation starting from today to Saturday! I'll try to do all the asks on my inbox (sorry for anons and my followers for the long wait!), thank you for still being around and reading my stories!!
Haii!! This is @maybutter 's second account! After some consideration, I'll be posting more character x reader in this account! So if anyone wants to request for more Wesker my beloved, pls do send it here!!
I'll do pretty much anyone i like, maybe I'll write a character list later~
I'll maybe do switch! Reader (cuz Albert makes me drool ngl), but we'll talk about that later!
Mmh, i want a Wesker x reader x Zeno threesome. With Albert as the fuckass Brat and Zeno being the best flirty but obedient boy ever 😭😭 all Wesker variants are bottoms, trust me I'm capcom
Yandere! Sub! Pre-Uroboros! Albert Wesker x Dom! Ex-fuck buddy! Fem! Reader
Word count : 3.1k+
CW: RE5 time setting, tentacle kink, tentacles as strap, pegging, praise & light degradation kink, touch starved! Albert, freaky! Reader, old relationships, overstimulation, Albert lowkey yearning for real love, porn with slight plot + feelings, obsessive! [name], Wesker is disturbed of his own emotions
Wesker only recognized you as the shy receptionist in the Racoon Police Department back in his S.T.A.R.S days. A meek thing who always tries her best to please him. Whether it is by reapplying your liptint because he says your lips are looking dry, or buying him coffees.
Yes, you're one of his many sex buddies back then. He's actually quite astonished that you kissed him first on a R.P.D's after party. Yes you chugged down whiskey and tonic for courage before tugging his collar down to kiss him.
Sex is adequate. He doesn't really require it, and there's nothing special about it. Just letting himself relax before the inevitable end of Racoon City. Yes... That's about it.
And now years have passed. You never really passed Wesker's mind. Only when Excella stops bothering him, or Chris isn't on his ass all the time, or when he looks at the mirror and sees the reflection of the younger man that received some of the warmest kisses he's ever given.
"Oh, Albert." A familiar voice whispers to his ears, the pressure makes him shudder, and he could feel the same ghosts of your hands cupping his cheeks after the night you've spent together in the same, ruined sheets. The navy henley he wore the night before is ripped on the chest. He's shocked that you actually ripped them apart just to get things quicker. "Look at how beautiful you are."
He has to snap himself from the daydream. Albert Wesker doesn't do imaginations. He doesn't dwell. He gets the job done. It's not arrogance if he has the strength and power to back it up.
So what if he has a god complex? So what, he wants to cull humans and leave only the worthy behind? So what, that he blankly looked at the screen that was projecting the destruction of racoon city in October of 1998, hoping you actually survived and lived elsewhere after.
Life is actually content now. The Uroboros virus is making great improvements. But of course, Excella has to drag him into one of the boring company parties to attract more investors to his deadly virus. He doesn't even like the lady, but she proves to be useful for his greater plans.
He steered clear of anyone in the party, preferring to just sip overpriced champagne from a flute that a butler had offered him.
Soon, two click-clacks of a high heel approached him, and before he could even look behind, there were two hands sneaking to embrace him, and weight of someone shorter than him, nuzzling affectionately to the back of his suit.
His red pupils dart behind in irritation. Who is this lady? He can smell jasmine and a mix of lavender on her body, a mysterious but captivating smell that reminded him of something, but he has forgotten it.
"...May I help you?" He cleared his throat, but made no effort to peel the hands away from himself. Perhaps it's one of Excella's friends, a lonely prized wife of a disgusting CEO who got too drunk to realise where she is going, but then the hands moved, the thumbs gently rubbing against his abs, and he could practically feel a grin on his suit.
"Pfft, that's cute." The woman laughed and buried her face deeper on his back, near his armpits, but he didn't want to clarify. He could feel a tension on his hands, the way the flute would've exploded if he didn't put it down, and finally grab the wrist of the intruder and spin her around, finally coming face to face to a pretty lady grinning up at him.
He didn't recognise who this woman was. He furrowed his brows, scanning her as each second passed, until the lady laughed and shot her hands up to rub her thumb on his face. He recoiled like a startled cat, and almost grunted loudly from the sudden touch.
"Still dramatic as ever, Albert?" She cooed softly. Albert, on the other hand, is getting more agitated. He turns his eyes down and gets nearly distracted by the swell of breasts. The woman is wearing a blue dress, shiny and catchy, with matching high heels. Her hair is braided although messy, like she ran her hands through it too much.
"Do I know you?" He started, he looks more offended that this woman is calling him by his first name more than anything, yet her face fell for a mili-second. Albert caught it, but she changed her mood almost immediately. She smiled and held his bigger hand.
"I'm hurt. You actually forgot me." She muttered quietly, but she looked back up at him, and fluttered her lashes prettily. "Let's have some fun together, perhaps your brain will remember something." She proceeded to drag him to the dessert lounge, the bar, and even to the dance floor.
He's stiff. Maybe because dancing isn't his forte. Maybe because he's flexible but not in a way of waltz, or maybe because the last time he danced with someone was over a decade ago.
He remembers dancing with you. You both had woken up after another one night stand before his alarm blew up. When Tchaikovsky blares on both their ears, you insist on a slow dance with the captain of S.T.A.R.S himself.
You always liked crepe cake. You actually made some in his apartment after Chris annoyed him so much he almost got a heart attack from the stupidity inflicted to him. He spent the weekend with you feeding him sloppy bites of the sweets that he promised he disliked.
By the end of the night, he already figured out that you're [name]. The same [name] with sunken eyes, shy expression, and oversized glasses (seems like you've exchanged them for contact lenses). The same [name] who ruffled his hair, and told him to smile more. You're sitting on a balcony railing with him standing awkwardly beside you. He looks unimpressed, but he's ready to grab your hand if you ever felt cheeky enough to try and do a twisted type of trust fall with him.
"So, esteemed Mr. Wesker. Have your brain graced you with the memory of me?" You whispered happily, your legs kicked like a child, and he only exhaled hard through his nostrils. How did a normal woman like you even end up in this mess?
"To answer your question, I married a dumb oil tycoon and got all the shares after he died of lung cancer. Perks of a young body, huh?" You shrugged and easily dissected the question he hasn't even voiced. When the party's about to end, you hopped down from the railing and pulled his face down by pulling his tie, to press a soft kiss on his cheek.
"I miss you, Albert." You smiled, and that is the first honest expression you've given him that day. After smoothing out his tie, you patted his shoulder once, before running back to the exit. Not seeing the shocked look on his usually neutral face, and his outstretched hand trying to reach out for you, though it is too late.
He stayed awake at the hotel after the encounter. Looking at the regal ceilings while calculating all the possibilities of things he can do. Isn't he a controlled, composed man? Why did he get cold feet? Should he talk more? What is he supposed to do?
He tried to forget about the moment. He turns angry, angry at you for suddenly coming out to his life again when he's about to reach his ultimate goal. He pushed himself to work, completely ignoring all the old memories spent by you, and him.
That is until Excella told him that an investor volunteers to be the first one to get the injection to the Uroboros virus. He's obviously skeptical. He hasn't even done it to himself. But if a stupid investor wants the injection so badly, then they can be his new test subject then.
Miss J is the name. Excella didn't overcomplicate things, which is shocking. She actually kept her mouth shut for once, and Albert didn't feel the need to ask.
So imagine his surprise when he found you only in a tight black lingerie, lying in the bedroom Excella has provided. You're the one who requested it to have the injection in the bedroom. You already have plans, and you want to reenact on them.
“You finally arrived. ‘almost died from boredom.” You yawned and grinned. Albert's grip on the injection serum is tight, and he could only look elsewhere while you're grinning and etching him to get closer.
When Albert moved, he could only glare at you through the sunglasses he always kept on. You smiled and pulled them down, earning two crimson pupils staring back at yours.
“Getting cold feet, Mr. Scientist?” You grinned and offered your left arm. He grabbed your wrist, and grunted loudly.
“What do you think you're doing? Do you know how dangerous this is?!” He yelled. You only looked at him with a pout, and rolled your eyes. You turned your eyes to the injection on his other hand, and slowly kissed his lips to distract him.
While he's gasping from the sudden embrace, you force his left hand to inject the serum to your hand. Everything hurts at first, and you swore you can hear Albert's panicked voice as he saw your eyes rolling back and turning white. He's actually ready to sprint back to his lab and look for an antidote.
Tendrils slowly burst out from the left side of your body. As color slowly got back on your eyes, you can only offer Albert a perverted smile. He looks worried for once in his life, and he let out a stressed breath.
“ugh… I'm sore.” You groaned and turned your head to look at the tendrils coming out from your back. You let out a fascinated gasp, and looked back at Albert with something that could only be described as childhood happiness.
“Albert, are you seeing this thing?!” You loudly exclaimed. The tendrils could only wiggle without any commands, and slowly, most of them envelopes Albert and pulls him close to you, shoving his face on your chest, to be precise. He let out a strangled groan.
Let's just say you survived the whole transformation because you're so horny for Albert fucking Wesker. The only reason you want the shot is because you've always wanted to peg him. Fuck the shit out of him, and obsess over him.
And evidently, the tentacles are just an open book of your feelings. They're rubbing all over him and his leather turtleneck, some of the braver ones are publicly groping his butt.
“What the fuck, [name]? Get that thing away from my ass!” He groaned but he's so flustered, there's a soft redness on his usually pale face.
“Why can't I admire my beautiful darling, Albert? Do you know how long I've waited for this?” You whined back to him. Your hands are now on the zipper of his turtleneck, slowly turning it down while groping him. He lets out a series of gasps and soft grunts. When your finger softly pinches his nipple, he lets out one needy whimper that you've never heard from him before.
“Mmh, such delicious whimpers. Lemme take care of you, Albert. Please? My prettiest, neediest little thing. So touch starved that my touch makes you so hard.” You teased. Your knees are gently rubbing against his erection, and he could only growl, but it died down when you peppered kisses on his jawline.
He looks away, but gives a nod. For once Albert doesn't believe himself to let out a voice that is not a needy-laced sentence. And just after he nods, the tentacles go to work, and as always, rip his pants.
“Do you always have to rip my clothes, [name]? Can't you just take it off like a normal person?”
“Shush, Albert. It's hotter this way!”
After he's literally naked and is resting his dick between her inner thighs, they both go to work. Their lips are still on each other, and her tentacles are currently rubbing and massaging against his virgin ass. He's trying so hard not to moan, but how can he not? When he has the woman from his past kissing and her tongue all over his mouth, her hands splitting his ass cheeks open so her tentacles can do it's job easier.
“Aww, look at you… such a pretty boy.” You'd grin and smudge your lipstick over his face. He just looks so tired, and vulnerable. And he's getting redder at each praise. Seems like the notorious killer really loves admiration and compliments.
You slipped his weeping tip on your dripping cunt slowly. He lets out numerous, sweet moans that you haven't heard for a decade straight. His hands are gripping hard on your hips, his face stuck between your breasts while you petted his hair and cooed softly at him.
“Mmhm, my dirty puppy. Your dick is twitching so hard already~ Don't cum too quickly, okay?” you grinned and tapped his cheek with an index finger. Telling him to move is simply easy. He's eager to please. You'd never expect how compliant he could be. Maybe it's the nostalgic factor, because he knew you before all the mess happened, but then again, was he ever this kind to anyone else?
The smaller tendrils slowly get bold. They stretch just a little inside him, and he lets out a startled gasp. He glared down at you, but he's in no position to complain. Not when you're staring at him with a lovely smile, and you're gripping on his biceps like that.
“Wanna chicken out~? We can stop if you're uncomfortable.”
“Hngh, no! I can do this.”
So that's how now he got two tentacles up his ass all while still fucking the heck out of your pussy. You had used one of the tendrils to get the lube you've prepared. And yes you've fingered him quite gently before letting the tentacles get in. He's as red as a tomato now, and even if he didn't want to admit it, it feels rather nice.
“How are you holding up, big guy?”
“I…I’ll manage.”
And there goes the neediest sex in Albert Wesker's life. He's crushing you like a pretzel. Holding both your thighs on his shoulders, while his cock slipped in and out of your wet cunt. He's getting more sensitive with each thrust. He's been holding out for dear life by now.
“L-let me cum.”
“Awww, you wanna cum? I'm sure good boys would say something else.”
“I am not saying that line, [name]! Just let me cum!”
“Well, dirty boys don't get to be greedy. Think it over when you decide you'll be good, Albert.”
So because of his own ego and inability to say the word, “please”, he's overstimulated to the core. Each slap to his butt, or a hickey on his collarbone makes him spasm, but he holds himself just before he could cum. If you told him to stop and pull out, he'll whine, literally. And his dick is already red, it's genuinely about to start getting purple.
You pushed him down and kissed him again, your hand on his oozing dick, rubbing against his tip. You cupped his balls and went to work on his cock after a short makeout. The tentacles inside him are hitting new spots, and he's whimpering even more. His crimson eyes are getting glassy from the stimulation.
“Ngh – let me cum, please… I can't hold it back anymore.” He'll grovel and whimper. And it felt like 100 love arrows just pierced through your chest. You're smiling and kissing his tip before letting it enter your cunt again.
“Such a good boy! See? Isn't it easy to just be polite and let yourself fall to my arms. You're finally breaking down, aren't you, Albert~?”
“I can't… think straight with a tentacle up my ass, [name]! B-but yes, I fear I'll…”
He groaned as you rode him hard. With a soft slam, he moans and grips on your shoulders. His dick finally spurted all the cum he needed to unleash. And by the time he's done, there's a pool of sperm below the both of you, the liquid apparently escaping your pussy because he keeps thrusting even when he's already in you.
After letting him take a breather for five minutes, of course you have to pay him back. You rose up from his arms, and he looked so heartbroken thinking you'd leave, but then you opened his legs and slipped between them.
“Time for an experiment, Albert. Can these tentacles be my dick of the day?”
“WHAT?”
There goes Albert's ego. It's stomped and then shredded into a million pieces. You apparently think it's a good idea to let the tentacles wrap around your pelvis to be a makeshift strap. Entering him is easy, but seeing him cover his face with one of his arms is just plainly funny.
“Arms off, don't cover those beautiful eyes from me, sweetie.” You smack his hand away, and he growls, but as you grind against his ass, he huffs and looks elsewhere.
Each thrust earns you a soft moan from him. He tries to hide it at first, but then his dick gets hard, and you start biting on his pecs and abs, leaving countless blooming bruises at your wake.
“Fuck! I-i wanna cum again…” he'll slurred. Your tentacles have become more cheeky and brave, evident by the fact that they're currently groping Albert's pecs and teasing his nipples more.
You two spent the night (or day? To be honest no one is keeping note) together tangled in the sheets with many of your horny ideas. Albert came at least three times and he looks like he's in both bliss and suffering at the same time.
But at least you're still around. After the fifth round the both of you are already tired. He trapped you with his weight and legs. He wouldn't admit it, but he didn't want you to leave again. He didn't want you to disappear tomorrow and he'll get 0 closure this time.
As your hands gently carded through his hair, he found himself getting lulled to a gentle sleep for the first time in years. The complications like him not being able to walk tomorrow is future! Wesker's problem, not the current! Wesker, who's receiving hums and kisses by probably the only lady that could outfreak him in every way.
A/n : I'm so thirsty it's not even a joke??? I love comedy, so even the sex bits needs to have it, mwehhee. Thanks for the ask, anon!!
