Hello, everyone! I've finally decided to post my works on Tumblr, not just Ao3! So here they are below the Read More.
Not all requests will resonate with me but I love hearing your ideas and I welcome anyone coming into my inbox with a proposal! Don't be shy, chances are I will write it (even if it might take some time)!
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Favourite character is Wesker with Zeno being a close second so my works mostly feature them.
Will not write for Victor Gideon, Krauser, Nemesis, Mr. X, Ashley Graham, HUNK, Derek Simmons, Luis Serra, Mia Winters, Miranda, Ramon Salazar, Moreau, Lucas Baker, Nikolai Zinoviev, Eveline, Spencer. Other characters that aren't mentioned here remain to be seen upon request, especially since finding a full list of any character y'all might want me to write about is impossible 💀
I will write for any gendered reader (cis or trans, any sexuality) if asked but I tend to default to cis f!reader when doing my own ideas, and sometimes gender-neutral reader.
Genre of fic is irrelevant; I will write fluff, angst, smut, platonic, romantic, familial relationships, doesn't matter.
Requests are always open but it might take me a while to get to yours. It depends on what I've got going on and what inspires me. I only answer request asks once I've written and published the fic. If I want to reject your request I will answer it right away/as soon as I've decided I can't write it after all 🫶 see here also.
Here is a (updated) list of Hard NOs but I'm generally a flexible person with a "it depends" mindset, so, again, it doesn't hurt to ask if you're unsure if I would be willing to write your request. Even if I don't vibe with it, I don't judge.
Asterisk (*) means the fic contains smut!
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So I hit 400 followers like 2 days ago or sth and I still can't think of anything to do or say to thank you guys. I've already said all the sappy shit. Instead, I'm just going to leave these silly doodles here as thanks. Enjoy them, they're terrible 🫶 i can't draw ✨️💕 (i do think I captured wesker's essence, tho ngl)
This was mainly just supposed to be me experimenting with colors and rendering, but I decided to share the final version with yall ⭐️ not much of a fan of it, but I love his expression
I'm so down bad for Albert fucking Wesker that I read a line he says, that I WROTE, in his voice, and it made me horny. There is no hope for me, brothers.
hey, nena! i've never submitted a request before, so here goes. i typically just lurk. regardless, i came across this tiktok the other day and felt that it suited wesker so well. i really wanted to see a oneshot with this premise, so i figured i would bring it to you; particularly since i think you characterize him so outrageously accurately. i adore your writing!
anyway... another thing i appreciate about your blog is your willingness to include gn/male reader inserts (in a similar vein, i feel as though i can relate to your frustration with the default skinny/white/ultra-feminine reader—especially as a latino trans man myself). all this to say; i was wondering if you would be willing to write this request with a trans male/male reader in mind.
lastly, i wasn't really sure if i wanted to request this as smut or not. i'm leaning yes—i honestly think the scenario posed comes off as pretty erotic/gives foreplay-ish vibes (maybe with some choking thrown into the mix?). if you do want to write this as smut, could i request that the reader insert is a trans man? i understand that that may be out of your depth in terms of real-life experience, so if you'd rather write a gn/afab reader that's okay with me :)
thank you so much! no pressure at all for this request. i truly admire your writing, so i thought i would offer you this idea and hope it inspires you. have a nice day! C:
Hello, darling!! I really loved this request a lot (I've been thinking about that tiktok ever since I first saw it lmfao) and I loved your words even more 🥺 you're so sweet omg i love you <33 that "nena" got me giggling and kicking my feet lol
I hope you enjoy what I whipped up for this request even if it's shorter than I might have usually made it! I also decided to try something I don't think I've written for smut before so 👉👈 hope you don't hate it!
Tags: No Use of Y/N for Reader-Insert; Male Reader-Insert; S.T.A.R.S. Member Albert Wesker; Praise Kink; Choking Kink; Dominant Albert Wesker; Fear Play kinda; Fingerfucking; Clothed Sex; Finger Sucking; Thigh Fucking; Multiple Orgasms; Come Shot; Post-Coital Cuddling; Napping
Word Count: 2,163
Summary: A lazy day with your boyfriend takes a turn when he decides you need a lesson in anatomy and he's going to use your body to demonstrate.
Also on Ao3: Here
Requested here
a/n: I shamelessly stole lines from the tiktok this fic is based on (find it in the request ask) idc 🙂↔️ the requester was so goated for sending that in as inspo omfg
Reader is male. I don't know how clear it is that he's trans because I have a perpetual fear of getting things wrong and making people feel alienated when I don't portray things right and since the request didn't specify if the reader should have bottom surgery or not, if he should be described w 'male' terms or not (put between quotes bc in my opinion a cock is a cock regardless of gender, a pussy and a clit are still that as well BUT people get dysphoria when their genitals are described that way which is valid, I get it, so it's. Yk. Complicated), I just went for 'keep it vague and plausible'.
“And this one is the zygomatic bone,” Albert says softly, caressing your cheekbone with his bare fingers, warm skin on warm skin as his breath fans across your face and heats you up further. You swallow dryly, heart in your throat as it beats a million miles an hour, and look up at him as he hovers over you.
You're lounging in bed with him, just a quiet afternoon spent together as boyfriends because he finally has an off day from both S.T.A.R.S. and Umbrella. You only meant to pop in quickly for an hour or two then let him get some rest – lord knows he needs it, after all – but then he offered to make you some pasta when your stomach growled embarrassingly loudly while cuddling with him on the couch so now you're lying in bed with him after your meal, cradled in his arms while he quietly demonstrates where each bone in your face is and what it's called.
If you're being honest, you stopped paying attention to the names about ten bones ago.
“And here's your temporamandibular joint,” Albert continues. His voice sends shivers through you that you can't really contain – it's low yet gentle, caressing you as sweetly as his fingertips do. “Would you like to demonstrate?”
You open your mouth, Albert's fingers pressing carefully down on your joint to make you feel how it moves.
“Yeah, there you go. Right there.”
The indirect praise makes your pulse skip and jump. Albert's eyes – endless blue vortexes that threaten to drown you every time he looks at you – are glued to your open mouth, zeroing in on your pink tongue darting out to wet your dry lips, and when his hand slides down to cup your jaw instead and tilt your head towards him, you let yourself be pulled in whichever direction he wants without protest. You feel lightheaded as you stare up at him, entirely breathless and caught in the tension that has been simmering between you from the moment he started cooking for you – you helped chop ingredients for him and every time he passed you by on his way from the pot on the stove to the fridge or sink, his front would brush your back teasingly and his arm would settle on your hip while he murmured in your ear, “Just me,” as if he didn't know what effect his actions had on you.
“You take instruction so well, darling. Such a perfect specimen,” he praises now, voice low and soothing, alluring in its depth and darkness, like an ocean you don't know if you can survive. You'll happily let yourself drown.
“Anything for you,” you confess easily, the words leaving your lips like silk slipping through your fingers, but there is no shame or bashfulness to accompany the words, not between the two of you. He already knows he has you – in every sense of the word – and there's no harm in reminding him how much he means to you. He's your whole world and he deserves to know it, to feel it, to hear it, because it was just him and his loneliness for too long before he met you.
“Good boy,” Albert murmurs now, fingers sliding to hold you tight, his thumb resting close to your ear, before he tilts your head up further and captures your lips for a kiss.
His lips glide across yours so effortlessly, like he's lazily relearning your mouth, reminding himself how it feels to caress you this way or bite your lower lip that way or what sounds you make when he sucks on your tongue before licking into your mouth hungrily. You cling to him like a raft in the middle of an ocean, sighing between each press of lips, moaning quietly when his leg slots itself between both of yours to press up against your core, gasping when his hand quests downwards and leaves your jaw in favour of settling over your throat.
He presses down, tightening his fingers just right, and the pressure makes your breath stutter and your heart speed up in your chest while your arousal only gets stronger. Albert's lips stretch until he's grinning down at you, cocky and in control, and oh so beautiful because of it, and your body only grows warmer with lust and affection for him. He looks so good when he's so in control of you.
“There is something so intoxicating about you being so pliant under me, darling,” Albert observes, his thumb rubbing idly at the skin of your neck. His pressure lets up for a moment, letting you take a deep breath in and soothe your burning lungs, then he goes back to gently choking you while your lower half desperately ruts against his leg. “I could kill you so easily like this.”
The moan that slips out of you is involuntary. You screw your eyes shut as your body jolts and throbs with the arousal his words elicit, bucking into his thigh and gasping for breath. You need him so badly.
“Breathtaking,” he murmurs, sounding mesmerised by your reactions, then releases your neck and instead trails a hand down your chest and cups you through your pants, grinding the heel of his palm down onto you and giving you the exact kind of relief you seek.
“Hnng, Albert!” you moan between hitched breaths. “More, please.”
He hums low in his throat but generously obliges, slipping his hand under your waistband and using his bare fingers to pleasure you. Every stroke and circle of his fingers on your heated flesh makes you moan, overwhelmed tears gathering in the corners of your eyes, and when Albert's free hand cups your cheek and strokes the bone he was pointing out to you earlier, your eyes snap open and lock onto his icy gaze, full of heat and possessiveness as it draws you in so completely.
“Eyes on me. That's it, exactly like that,” he orders. His voice takes on a rumbling, pleased tone that lights you on fire and he times it perfectly with his middle finger dipping into you and stretching your hole out. “That's a good boy. How about you come for me, hmm?”
“Y-yes, sir,” you stutter shamelessly, euphoric from the dual stimulation of his hand on you and his finger in you. The sound his thrusting finger makes is downright sinful and it only makes your pleasure mount.
Albert's eyes darken further as his pupil expands, leaving the pale blue of his irises as just a faint ring around the black. His hand speeds up, pumping in and out of you wildly with no finesse, just the goal of getting you to come, and your back arches, a drawn out moan escaping you, as you reach your climax and come hard enough to make you cry. You keep your eyes glued to Albert's the entire time and he rewards you with a kiss when you're done, his hand petting you gently under your pants and working you through the aftermath of a good orgasm.
“Well done,” he purrs, more than satisfied with your performance, then pulls his hand out and brings those gorgeous fingers to your mouth and nudges it open. “Now clean me up.”
You suck on his fingers obediently, looking up at him with wide eyes as your lips wrap around his digits and your tongue caresses the pads and the skin between his fingers, licking the lightly calloused skin and tasting yourself with every pass of your tongue. You can feel Albert's erection poking your hip and twitching every time you hollow out your cheeks and suckle on his fingers, but his self-control is absolute – he doesn't rub himself against you for relief even once.
After a few minutes of just quiet slurping and unwavering eye contact, he finally pulls his fingers out of your mouth with a pop and wipes them of your saliva on your shirt.
“I want to use your thighs this time, darling. Come here, let me see those beautiful legs.”
You let him pull your pants down to your knees and manhandle you so you're lying on your side with Albert spooning you from behind. You can hear him shuffling at your back and the sound of a plastic cap opening, then he pulls your thighs apart just a tad before he slides his lubed up cock between your legs. You close them tightly, making your flesh the perfect grip and warmth for his needy cock, and let out a sigh of relief and pleasure both when Albert's hand comes around you to hold you flush against him by the throat. He doesn't squeeze but his grip is firm and doesn't leave room for you to do anything other than stay in his hold and let him use your thighs.
“Perfectly warm and tight. You really are such a fine specimen, my dear. Couldn't have found a better boyfriend,” Albert pants in your ear, his hips snapping against your ass forcefully and making your body rock back and forth under his assault. The room fills with the sounds of your combined heavy breathing and the slapping of skin, but all you can focus on is how heavy and warm Albert's cock is between your legs, how delicious the slide of it feels when he rubs up against you and stimulates you again. His words only add fuel to the fire burning in your belly for a second time.
You can't really speak, though you doubt you'd know what to say anyway. Having Albert pressed so close to you, his chest glued to your back, with that muscular arm wrapped around your torso and his strong fingers circling your throat while he fucks your thighs is too much for your poor brain to handle. His hot breath hits the shell of your ear before he takes the lobe between his teeth and bites down at the same time his cock catches on your entrance on a particularly sloppy slide and it makes you whine and squirm in his arms. It catches again on the second pass through and Albert just jams his tip inside – and only the tip – then proceeds to rut into you just like that, the hand at your throat slowly tightening to match the steady build-up of another orgasm in your belly.
He flicks his tongue out to tease your ear and says, “Come. Now,” in an authoritative voice that leaves no room for argument, so you let go and come again as soon as the command is out of his mouth. Albert groans at the feeling of your hole squeezing the tip of his cock like that before he pulls out and shoves himself back between your thighs properly, thrusting all the way inside until his balls are flush with your thighs, and comes with you.
The feeling of that sticky, warm cum coating your thighs is nothing short of euphoria.
You barely notice when he lets go of your throat and massages your neck to make sure you're okay, only focused on how good and warm you feel in his hold, how secure he makes you feel as he holds you and lets you come back to yourself bit by bit until you're back to normal.
When you lay a hand over his own and squeeze his fingers, that's when Albert finally pulls out from between your legs and fetches a bunch of tissues so he can clean you up. He presses light, appreciative kisses on your thighs once he's done, a gesture that makes you more flustered than the thigh-fucking did, then settles back behind you after setting your clothes to rights so he can spoon you again.
“We should do that again,” you mumble sleepily through the yawn that overtakes you. Albert hums as he rubs a hand up and down your arm and gently kisses your neck.
“We will. Sleep now. You did promise to let me rest, after all,” he teases playfully.
“Not my fault you like to push my buttons,” you protest, lightly slapping his hand before you just let it flop back down, too lethargic after two orgasms to actually fight him about being a menace.
“If your buttons weren't so satisfying to push, maybe I wouldn't do it as often.”
Any comeback you might have come up with stays an unfinished thought in your mind because your eyes slip closed and your breathing evens out quite fast, the utter contentment of being here with your boyfriend dragging you under and making you fall asleep before you can say anything in response. Albert doesn't take much longer to follow you into a nap, though, because despite his teasing he truly is utterly exhausted, so it doesn't matter in the long run anyway.
You just hold him back just as tightly as he's cradling you and sleep happily while surrounded by his comforting scent and familiar weight at your back.
So, just wanted to share something one of my friends (former sex worker) told me after I streamed RE9 for him.
"Zeno reminds me of that one guy I knew. He was pretty much an escort. His entire stick was to wear stupidly expensive clothes and behave all grand and stuff; so that a gay guy could pretend that he was going out with some important man. Or play into the CEO is my boyfriend fantasy.
Thing was, he could not afford the clothes, so he had to rent them, which meant they never fully fit him. From a distance he looked really nice but close up it all came apart.*
Sometimes he would believe the fantasy, and then he suddenly would become a real fucking asshole, real loud mouth, but that was also the time we would worry the most. Because in the end, he was booked by people who wanted to date someone with power, but in the end they got someone who had even less power then themselves. Not even over himself.
Zeno reminds me of him, I guess, because of the clothes. They don't fit him*. And because I think that his organization probably keeps him on a tight leash. They dress him up in clothes that are supposed to make him look "in charge", they give him the fanciest of guns and he fully plays into it, probably because there is nothing else he could do, but I doubt that he has any actual power. They whore him out and pretty him up, not as an escort, but as a mercenary type deal."
* Zeno's suit does not fit his body, despite looking tailored. It is too short in many parts and too long at the upper legs.
Considering Wesker most likely lived in a boarding school during his childhood and had to sleep around other people he did not like and vice versa... He trained himself to cry silently or not at all. Like unable to cry. Instead he gets unreasonably angry and his throat closes up as a defense mechanism.
That comes handy when he starts working in umbrella and later in stars because it means no one will catch him "lacking" in any way.
But at the same time the barbwire around his neck gets tighter and tighter as the years go by...
Also he dislikes crying in general because it's messy and he feels as if he doesn't have the control of the situation. Also it's "unreasonable". He just rationalizes everything trying to avoid finding his own humanity.
Almost made myself cry｡:ﾟ(;´∩`;)ﾟ:｡
First of all, as someone who also had to learn how to cry silently because everyone was allowed to be angry and loud in my house but God forbid I was ever upset about anything, this is kinda killing me a little haha 🫶
Second of all, I can actually see this applying to Wesker so well 😔 he's so quick to anger in canon, always reacting to things by punching things, choking and/or kicking people, screaming etc. He's very fucked up and emotionally repressed. He turns every negative feeling he has into anger because anger is socially acceptable and even expected from a man, so nobody will call him weak or mock him for being angry, whereas if he sheds a tear... Oh boy.
I also like to imagine that if something happens that he allows himself to cry over, it's like... a silent tear you can barely even notice sliding down his cheek before he wipes it away and acts like nothing happened. Crying is a waste of time that solves nothing so even if he can even cry anymore, he won't allow himself to 'indulge' very often.
Pookie, here's the essay! I shortened it a bit for convenience!! Here's some of the juicy part...
Feel free to respond btw! Or keep it private. No prob.
.../As the game's central means of inducing fear are viruses and biological organisms, various elements of biological knowledge, especially genetics and eugenics, are simultaneously reflected. The precursor to these is Social Darwinism, an ideology developed by Herbert Spencer but also attributed to Darwin. The ideology is essentially condensed into the phrase "survival of the fittest" where an organism that manages to adapt and survive successfully can transmit these ideal characteristics to the next generation. A related form of ideology is biological determinism. The social side of Darwinism supports that characteristics central to social life such as logic, religion, culture, etc. are entirely determined by the biological material of the specific group. This ideology is directly related to the story of the founder of the fictional Umbrella Corporation, rather aptly named Oswell Spenser, and the Kijuju region where the “Progenitor” virus was found. Spenser was the head of the original team of scientists, members of the European aristocracy, and his search led to the discovery of the virus and the creation of the Umbrella Corporation with the aim of creating capital to continue his research. Spenser’s goal was to gain immortality and create a new ideal humanity through the genetic mutation that the virus would cause. The experiment that followed aimed to create the ideal humanity and is based on eugenic and Nazi ideology in particular, but also on the general concept of a racially homogeneous “nation”. The main antagonist Albert Wesker is a product of this experiment where he was selected as a child with ideal genetic characteristics, took the surname of the project director and after growing up like other children in prestigious institutions was infected with a strain of the virus. The character's appearance also seemingly identifies with the standards of the "Aryan" race, although it is not stated to be a necessary condition, as the only survivors of the project are white, with blond hair and blue eyes.
"Evolution" of eugenic and genetic knowledge was modern biotechnology which is also reflected in the company's business base: the fictional Racoon City in the USA which was the first to create biological weapons and led to the first epidemic of zombies infected with the virus. With the collapse of the company, rival companies and organizations began developing new biological weapons, all based on the original virus for various ideological purposes.
Scientific racism is not so obvious as viruses are not manufactured to eliminate any specific race, however the populations on which experiments are performed are often lower and vulnerable social classes or "Third World" countries. In the case of Kijuju, Spenser's presence there is a result of the prevailing colonialism and the ideology of primitivism. The virus is discovered only in one area, in the "cradle" of humanity, and was the means of "evolution" of the primitive natives who, according to local mythology, deified the leaders who were infected by the virus and acquired "superpowers" but at the same time did not manage to "evolve" and only the Western scientist can fully exploit the properties of this organism for the benefit of humanity. Essentially, the game captures the historical formation of the spectrum of basic theories of biological knowledge, from the first biological theories to the modern application of technologies.
Thank y for reading!!!
Omg this is amazing, thank you for sending it in!!!
Obviously I'm not an authority that can speak on this so my analysis of things in Resident Evil re: this topic might not be accurate, but it is fascinating to me how the whole like premise and vibe, for lack of a better word, of the series where Umbrella and Spencer are concerned heavily implies racism (because eugenics are a heavily racist and ableist belief) yet no actual, outright racism is shown or stated. I don't know if that's done on purpose or if Capcom just wants to have their morally ambiguous villains without committing to truly despicable things that would ruffle feathers too much (cause it's a proven thing, time and again, that a villain can torture, kill, and maim as much as they want but the second they're racist, cruel to animals, or rape someone that's when the line is drawn) but it's certainly an interesting thing to think about.
Cause like, that was my question all along: how is this world meant to look after infection? Who is supposed to be the 'superior' race of superhumans? No criteria for selection/what the virus would target in infected humans is ever mentioned and for someone like Spencer and even someone like Wesker, it feels uncharacteristic and short sighted if they don't have like. The 'ideal' subject in mind.
And also there is a lot to be said about how the only surviving Wesker children we get to see in these games are the two white, blonde haired, blue eyed bitches lmao. Again, not sure if done on purpose to serve as a message/heavy handed symbolism about Spencer's ideals and political leanings or just Capcom being weird. Might be both tbh.
Anyway, ending my rambling here since I don't even know what point I'm trying to make. Thank you for sending this to me, it's very well written!!
hiiiiii im the anon that asked abt making fanart for ur fics and i maaaaaay or may not have drawn smth based on ur postpartum fic priorities ^_^ i thought it was super super cute and i couldnt get it out of my head so!!!! yeah!!!!!!! youre genuinely so good at writing and i want to show my appreciation for ur talent and blah blah blah….
anywho if the picture quality happens to be bad or anything i can dm it to you or something cuz im kind of shy about posting this kind of stuff. tried to make the reader figure look sort of ambiguous just for the sake of how people interpret themselves in x reader fics lol. holy yap anyways tldr luv ur writing and youre awesome
I'm crying this is gorgeous, babe 😭🥺🫶 omg thank you so much 🥰💕
Albert looks so worried lmfao I love that you captured his mother henning so perfectly 🤣
And the babyyy 🤣🥺 burrito with a single blonde strand lmaoooo that's the babiest baby to ever baby 🫶
Absolutely amazing, thank you sm again 🙏 you really didn't have to but I'm very honored you made this and shared it with me ❤️❤️❤️
Im not suicidal or anything, but if albert offers to kill me by sitting on my face and crushing me with his ass, i will do it 🙂 and i will die happy 😊 i will be even more happy if he let me lick his naked ass and asshole and let me grabbing em ☺
Sorry if i get too passionate about this man 😔
Yet another confession in my inbox 🤣 back in MY day, I fantasized about shit and then felt guilty about it and never told anyone! Like a MAN! Smh
But on a more serious note, if he rode my face I think I'd die happy. He has such a juicy ass 😩
I know the journal factory broke down but I didn't know everyone collectively decided MY inbox was the new place to go 😭😭😭
I never knew how big blogs on here felt when they got weird (affectionate) asks, now i do 😌
Funnily enough, I saw a tiktok like a year ago or sth where a bunch of (mostly) cis women were like "i asked my boyfriend if I could hold it while he pees and he said no :(" so I ODDLY understand you.
I've always wanted to have a dick (it's why I keep saying gender is weird w me cause I dont see myself as trans in my current form but if I could change into a cis male body I'd do it in a heartbeat) and I'd LOVE to get behind Wesker while he's peeing and just. See what it feels like. To hold a dick while it does that.
would i be able to request a Zeno x chubby!transmasc!reader? nothing fancy, just some good ol’ fashioned “you’re pretty to me; you’re man enough but idc either way; i don’t care that you’re fat or trans, etc.”. just some real good fluff. smut too if you’re up for it. if you do do smut, could the reader not have had top/bottom surgeries? sorry, that’s just like a really minute detail that means a lot to me. idc on kinks - i’m personally partial to praise - what i will say though is no breeding kink, that’s really dysphoric. i know i’m asking a lot, so feel free to not answer this!
@gaylexulyte
Hello, lovey! You were definitely not asking for a lot with this request <3 I love that you gave me precise instructions about what works for you and what doesn't because I'm not a trans man and I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable by writing something that works for me but wouldn't work for you!
So thank you for the request, as well as for how detailed it was. I hope you enjoy it!
