i see some people are reading my fanfic just for the smut when i been doing whole ass monologues under the shower trying to figure out what they were gonna say during the angsty confession scene.
Summary: You, Wesker, and some soldiers go to investigate a chapel, but you and Albert investigate something else in the meantime.
Warnings: 18+, fucking at the altar, use of she/her, edging
A/N: So my friend @severusmoonlight and me talked and I wrote smth like that, I hope you all like it because I do
Wesker walked into the old church with his soldiers by his side and y/n on his right. Everyone pointed the guns in every direction except for her; she calmly observed the insides of the chapel as if she knew where she was. Her steps slowly led her to the main altar, covered only in a red cloth. She stopped by it for a second as if she was praying, her eyes scanned the table, and a smile crawled onto her lips. With fingers slowly sliding on the surface, she continued walking, her eyes admiring the paintings on the walls. She felt Wesker’s eyes on her body, watching her carefully like a predator watching its prey.
Between them was nothing serious. They were co-workers who would occasionally meet up, get drunk, fuck, and then pretend like nothing happened. At the office, they would ignore one another, maybe exchange two words in the hall; Wesker was her boss. Have they ever fucked without getting drunk first? Yes, quite a lot to be honest, but gulping alcohol first was something that could help them deal with how wrong it all was. With time, they got used to guilt and just accepted it.
“What are we doing here?” Y/n jumped up and sat on the altar. Her arms rested behind her body, and she leaned back to watch the ceiling covered in paintings.
“I don’t know.” murmured Wesker and casually walked past her; his hand brushed against her leg, sending chills down her spine. “We got a link that someone we are looking for is here. Guess we need to check everywhere.”
With that being said, the soldiers walked out of the chapel, leaving those two alone. Y/n laid down and sighed, her back arching while she stretched on the altar. Was she showing off? Yes. She loved to tease Wekser whenever she could, even if all they could do was exchange glances. But now? Now, he could actually do something about it. And he did.
“Don’t get too comfortable.” his hand closed around her thigh harshly, causing her to sit up.
“Why?” she asked teasingly. “What are you going to do about it?”
“You don’t want to know.” his answer was cold, but at the same time, there was something seductive about it.
“Maybe I do.” her voice moved down to a whisper, and a smile decorated her lips. “Tell me.”
“I can show you.” y/n gasped at his words and bit her lower lip in anticipation.
He could see her eyes lit up when he grabbed her by the throat and pulled her closer, his lips devouring hers in a sloppy kiss. Her hands moved to his shoulders, tangled up in his blond hair. It was one of those hungry kisses when you haven’t seen each other for a long time; the kiss was full of longing and being missed. It felt more intimate than any other kiss they’ve shared.
Wesker deepened the kiss, his hand moved from her thigh to her belt, and he smoothly unbuckled it. With lips locked together, he grabbed her hands and tied them with a belt behind her back.
“What-?” She broke the kiss and tried to move her hands, but couldn’t. With every second, she became more desperate to free herself.
With one smooth move, Wesker pulled her pants down to her ankles, allowing the cold breeze of the chapel to caress her bare skin. She shivered, her skin covered in goosebumps. Albert smiled sarcastically.
“Look at you.” His hand moved gently up her leg, making her squirm. “Tied and half-naked on the altar.”
“You put me there.” She hissed. The coldness of the surface under was getting to her.
“As if it wasn’t one of your fucked up fantasies.” Wesker scoffed sarcastically, his hand stopped right by her underwear.
Her cheeks turned slightly pink, her eyes averted from his face, which only made Albert smirk more. He knew her, he knew her kinks, fucked up fantasies, and needs. He could read her body quicker than she, and knew how to work with that knowledge.
“Tell me.” His fingers gently tugged at the hem of her underwear, lifting it a bit, making it press against her clit. Her breath hitched at the sensation. “Is it one of your fucked up fantasies? Being fucked by the altar?”
“Yes.” She exhaled as she answered quietly.
“Good.” He released the material only to move it to the side. His index finger moved down her slit, making her shiver. “So sensitive.”
He stood next to her and slowly pushed her down, so she was lying on the altar, her hands still behind her back, tied with the belt. His finger started to slowly move up and down her slit, stopping from time to time on her clit to circle it. His eyes were watching her carefully, fishing for certain reactions to his touch. He didn’t need much, just a simple hiss, lip bite, or deeper inhale was enough to satisfy him.
Finally, when his finger was coated in her wetness and she was squirming on the altar, he pushed one finger in. She gasped softly, her lips slightly parted as she welcomed him in.
“I can’t get enough of that reaction,” Wesker whispered with a smirk, making her chuckle. “So kid-like.”
His thumb rested against her clit as his middle finger started to slowly move in and out, preparing her for something bigger. A soft moan left her lips that she immediately bit down, making Albert laugh deeply.
“You won’t hold that for long.” He whispered as he added another finger. “I know you too well, sweetheart.”
As he picked up the speed, she wasn’t able to hold the moans and whimpers that filled the chapel and bounced off the painted walls. Her back was arching with every push, her hips buckling up to reach more pleasure, to chase the big finish. But Wesker wasn’t done. His observation skills let him catch the moment right before the release, and at the exact moment, he pulled out, leaving her empty and impatient on the altar.
“No.” She whimpered, trying to get off of something. “Please. Don’t do that.”
Albert watched her with a dangerous spark in his eyes hidden behind dark glasses. He wiped his fingers in his shirt and unbuckled his own belt, then unbuttoned his pants. He took out his hard length, which was quite painful at the moment, and placed himself between her legs. Wesker needed one swift move to pull her back on her legs and turn her around, so she was facing the altar.
“I’d say hold onto something, but looks like you can’t.” He whispered with a smirk.
His hand reached out to her wet pussy, and two fingers collected enough of her juices to spread along his length right before he slammed into her till the hilt with a low grunt. She cried out at the sudden force; her legs trembled.
“If you be this loud, my soldiers will come running and will see you getting railed by the altar.” He whispered harshly, his cold breath tickling her skin. “So better shut your pretty mouth and just take it.”
She hummed agreeingly, her eyes focused on the stained-glass. Her legs were slowly giving out, her breath was rapid and irregular, and her arms were almost numb. But she wanted all that. She wanted to be fucked by the altar by no other than Albert Wesker. It wasn’t important that he was her boss, what she cared about at the moment was his dick slamming into her time after time, filling her up with its length and thickness.
“Oh God.” She whimpered when he pulled out almost completely, only to slam back entirely.
“There is only one God. Me.” His fingers buried deeper into her hips as he continued this almost brutal pace.
She couldn’t think straight, and her vision was blurry. Moans were leaving her mouth with every thrust, and no matter how much she bit her lips, nothing could muffle them. For Wesker, it was entertaining to see her fight so much with herself.
“You are doing great.” His breath caused chills on her back. “But not enough for my pleasure.”
His hand reached to her clit and started to circle it at the same pace as he was thrusting. She whimpered at the touch, letting Wesker know that it was a lot. He slowed down, his hand leaving her hips only to free her hands. She gasped, her body moved against his to seek the movement and pleasure, but he stopped her. A soft cry left her lips, again chasing the release.
“Needy, are we?” Wesker chuckled, his finger resting against her clit. “Let me show you mercy your so-called God doesn’t have.”
It took him half a second to come back to the brutal pace he had before, slamming into her so deeply that his tip was touching the roof of her cervix. His finger joined the race, chasing the release together without more breaks.
He felt the orgasm build up; he also felt her clench around his dick, meaning she was close. The thrusts were fast but also deep, taking all the space in her, he could.
“Now that you know my mercy, let me bless you.” He whispered deeply.
With two deep thrusts, he came inside her, filling her with his hot seed and making her gasp. But he didn’t stop; now, thrusts became sloppy and shallow as he drove her to her own release. He felt her clench around his dick again, this time for longer in accompany of her pleasure cries. Mercy? Not now. Wesker kept going in and out, prolonging her orgasm for a little bit. Her fingers were gripping the red tablecloth, her chest was moving rapidly, and her heart was beating like crazy.
“Look at you.” Wesker cooed softly, his fingers gently moving up and down her sides. “Barely standing and all flushed.”
He pulled out slowly, his cum leaking down her inner thigh onto the floor, blemishing the sacred ground. She whimpered at the sudden feeling of emptiness, her body rocked back in seek of his warmth but found nothing.
“You are a very devoted follower.” His voice was cold, but there was something about it that made her relax. “Are you willing to do everything to get blessed?”
A soft handkerchief moved along her slit, collecting his semen and cleaning her skin. She whimpered at the touch and ground against his hand, looking for sensation on her clit. Wesker chuckled deeply and removed his hand with the fabric, leaving her wanting more.
“I am.” She whispered, finally moving from the altar. “I will do anything you ask.”
“Good.” Wesker zipped up his pants and watched her as she got dressed on her wobbly legs. “I will remember that.”
The second she buckled the belt, the soldiers rushed in with guns in their hands. Seeing Wesker and the girl, they lowered their weapons.
“The place is empty, sir.” One of them announced. “No one is here.”
“I know what ‘empty’ means,” Wesker answered harshly and pushed the girl towards the main door. “We are leaving.”
As he walked past her, he slid a handkerchief into her pocket and smirked. It was the same one he wiped his cum off of her; he left it as a souvenir and a memoir of her devotion.
Worming: only fans use; smut (mdni please); swearing; probably grammar mistakes (not English speaker/dyslexic)
Synopsis: Sunghoon get obsessed with a only fan creator he casually find on a stressed day and he truly believes he is in love with her even if he never see her face. He doesn't know that behind the screen is his university rival and he doesn't know what kind of deal they'll make
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I prefer one-shots or two-shorts max cause my attention span and time are super limited. Although I used to love waiting for updates in my favourite stories.
in: you had been transferred to the FBI headquarters to work as an assistant to the chief of department. an introduction to the FBI’s very own BAU, sparks a new friendship between you and Reid. but, how many meetings can happen before you two have feelings?
chpt sum: you meet the BAU while working on a crime scene and it seems you and Reid get along really well. you two meet a few more times until a shootout happens on the clock. Reid rushes to save you but at what cost?
wc: 2.1k
tw: chronic typing in lowercase, reader is shot, typical criminal minds stuff(murders, blood, gunshots), mostly fluff (let me know if i missed anything!!)
a/n: for most of this chapter, Reid calls you by your last name (indicated by a Y/Ln, different from Y/n!!) i wasn’t sure how else to get around it :P
you liked your old job, but when the transfer to the FBI headquarters was arranged by the department chief… you knew there was no one to stop the transfer. your apartment walls were bare, furniture donated and the lease terminated. the team threw you a goodbye party with your favorite ice cream and cake. you bawled your eyes out in front of your boss and now…
you were standing in front of your new one.
Dr. Davenport was the lead forensic analyst and chief of the department. he is mostly off the field doing paperwork and when he isn’t in his office, he is at home. Davenport was married with two children, one in college studying to be like their father and the other in 4th grade.
he liked you loads, showed you around the lab and when on the field, showed you some tips and tricks. he even let you drove the suv. as creepy and pedophilic the nickname was, it was as original Dr. Davenport was gonna get. within a few months, Davenport had shown you how to shut down the lab and how to work most of the equipment. “now that i finally have an assistant… i can rely on another person!” Davenport cheerfully said one day.
today you were on the field. according to the Davenport, this was the second body and another FBI unit was called in to help. that's why Davenport had dragged you out to this remote restaurant. the camera clicked in your hands. on these days, you normally snapped at least 1000 photos.
“Y/Ln!” Davenport called you over. you approached the group, minus Davenport there were at least 5 more people with him.
“Y/Ln, meet the Behavior Analysis Unit. Agents Hotchner, Prentiss, Morgan, Juareu, Rossi and Dr. Reid,” you gave a nod of acknowledgment to all. “agents, Y/Ln… my new assistant.” he beamed.
“glad to see the budget go to you,” Rossi smiled. Davenport chuckled. “well, i’ll let you go back to your photo taking… you creep.” you rolled your eyes, “right Davenport.”
you positioned yourself to another location. after snapping photos for a few minutes, someone approached you.
“Y/Ln correct?” you glanced behind and saw Dr. Reid, fidgeting with his fingers. you nodded, turning to face him.
“would it be alright if i looked at the photos?” Reid asked.
“sure!” you switched the camera to viewing mode and handed it off to Reid. he pressed the buttons viewing each photo, although you knew that each photo looked exactly the same.
“here.” Reid tilted the camera to show Rossi. “body was disposed like the previous victims.”
you took the camera back, analyzing the photo. “what do you see in this?” you asked.
Reid smiled and turned to Rossi, like he was non-verbally asking Rossi if he had time to answer. Rossi gave him a reassuring smile, "see how this body looks posed? hands by it side?” you nodded, “the unsub shows remorse-”
“unsub?”
“unidentified subject, it’s what we call suspects.”
you smiled, “i thought you were too young to be called doctor.” Rossi chuckled, “kid surprises me everyday.”
“i thought you were too young to be the chief department’s assistant.” he snapped back.
“ouch,” you jokingly held your arm as if he hit you, “i’m working on that doctor part.”
Reid smiled with you. at least he understood you were joking.
“i have 3-”
your eyebrows raised, “3? are you sure those are real degrees?”
“mathematics, chemistry and engineering.” you shook your head, “they should add two more doctors in front of your existing Dr. Reid to show how smart you are.”
Reid chuckled, “Dr Dr Dr. Reid is much more pleasing to the ears than Dr. Reid.”
“yes it is!” you smiled.
“hey kid,” Rossi interjected, “i’m going… you can stay, i’ll just be inside.”
“no it’s okay, i’ll be with you.” Reid replied, turning to you, “it was nice meeting you Y/Ln.”
“likewise, Dr. Reid.” he gave you a straight smile.
you were back in the lab. Dr. Jones was the forensic pathologist at the FBI headquarters. now that the case is an FBI one, Dr. Jones finally gets to work.
he called you in, slipping on his gloves and tossing you a clipboard. “help me, would you dear?”
Dr. Jones listed all the details from his autopsy, you wrote down his exact words and ticked boxes off on the checklist.
Jones and Davenport were quite a pair, they were like your work fathers. but unlike Davenport, Jones was divorced, he spent most of his time either at the lab or finishing some of Davenport’s work.
“did you catch all of that?”
you nodded, “every last bit.”
“great! let me finalize this and we can send it to the agents later.” Jones took the clipboard from you.
you returned back to your desk. Davenport shared some of his work load since he had to go teach a seminar today. you checked off all the information, all that was left was for Davenport to sign off.
“Y/n,” Jones peeked into your office, “i’m heading home…”
you looked up from your desk and saw Jones entering, “how many more files dear?”
“only 21.”
“to finish or in total?”
“to finish,” you yawned.
“you’re already so busy… finish this file and go home,” he reached out, dragging your current file out and pushing the rest away. “how’s your doctorate going?”
“it’s hard since i moved, doing online.”
Jones nodded, “i bet… me and Dav are always willing to help you.”
you smiled, “thank you.” Jones returned your smile. he knocked on your desk and left.
the stack of files started to look smaller and smaller but the time only grew later. you ignored Jones’ advice, you felt that since Davenport lent you this job, it was your duty to at least finish it. you were 3 files in before your eyes felt heavy and yawning became your breathing.
‘i’ll rest my eyes for a second.’ you told yourself as you leaned back. your eyes shut and all you felt was peace.
“Y/Ln?” the voice and knock on your door jolted you up. you adjusted your workspace to look as if you weren’t sleeping.
“i’m sorry to bug you-” it was Reid, “did you finish that autopsy report?” he asked.
you nodded, “mmhm, Jones should’ve sent it to your tech analysis? did he not?”
Reid chuckled, “i guess not- i’m sorry if it’s favor to ask-“
“noooo! it’s okay, not like i was leaving anytime soon.” you bounced from your seat and into Jones’ office. the drawers were dug through until all hope was lost. then, Reid picked up the file on his desk top.
“i think this is it Y/Ln.” Reid held the file so you could see it.
“oh… of course.” you groaned.
“thanks again Y/Ln.”
you nodded, “no problem.”
returning back to your office, you only noticed Reid hadn’t left because the front door never slammed shut. “you- you can go home.” a yawn escaped your mouth.
“can i talk you out?” you looked at Reid, confused. his eyes were on your work, “out of my office? you’d have to try really hard.”
“what is it that you are doing anyway?”
“reviewing files,” you replied as another file opened.
“i can help you-“ Reid paused for a second, “if you’d like.”
you smiled, “thanks, but it’ll take more time to explain it to you than-“
“i have 3 ph.D’s.” Reid circled around your desk, “just tell me what to do."
you took a second, “okay… try to keep up.” you explained to Reid what he had to read, what to make sure was right, was wrong, you even showed him examples. Reid caught up and took his first file… which he finished in merely 10 seconds.
you scoffed, “you didn’t even read it.” taking the file back, you spotted the mistakes he had circled in pen.
“i can read 20,000 words per minute.” your jaw dropped, “you are lying.”
“you watched me do it.”
you snickered, “okay, have at it.”
both of you only spent an hour in your office. Reid had sorted out 5 problem files. he watched as you filled in the blanks for the last file. the relief of having all your work done allowed you to finally take your. first deep breath.
“and we’re done.” you smiled, glancing at Reid. you checked your watch, “3am?”
“you would’ve been here till 7 if i didn’t help.”
you nodded, “thank you, Dr. Reid… i definitely owe you a coffee."
he smiled, “you getting this report is more than enough for me.”
“are you sure?”
“actually… you can call me Spencer.”
“Spencer…” the name lingered in your mouth, “call me Y/n, Spencer.” you smiled back at him.
“Y/n…” he paused, “promise me one thing?” you made eye contact with him, “go home tonight?”
you groaned, “you suck.” grabbing your messenger bag you lifted it over yourself. Reid waited until you left the lab before he bid you farewell.
a week has gone by since you and Reid’s private moment in office and another murder has been reported. your team was up on the ready at the crime scene. similar to the last scene, the only difference was rather than a restaurant, it was a quite diner on the edge of Virginia's metropolitan area. you had snapped a few photos of cars with gunshots in them and some blood splatters. everything seemed okay, the BAU and local PD was in the area.
then... gunshots rang around the location. the shots and voices of people telling everyone to get down rang throughout your ears.
a couple more shots echoed out, hitting metal around you. you were alone behind a parked car but saw some of your co-workers behind another vehicle. you made eye contact and they gestured you to come over. having peaked over the car, your co-workers repeated the gesture.
you came out of cover rushing over to your friend. “y/n-“ they whispered-yelled, squeezing your hand. “come on, they’re waving us over.” you nodded and caught a glimpse of a blonde woman fanning your group over to her cover.
you each went one at a time, you last.
when the agent was gesturing your turn, you peaked over and took a few steps out. but what you didn't expect was to be shot right in the shoulder.
you fell back in pain with a sharp yell. the burning sensation only followed. a few seconds later, someone had linked under your shoulders and dragged you until a shadow appeared on your right. you felt pressure on your right shoulder after.
“Y/n, it’s Reid…” the pain on your right shoulder was beyond comprehension.
“R- Reid?” your eyes were heavy but you managed to build the strength to open and look at Reid, “it hurts so- so bad.”
“i know, i know… deep breaths okay?” you followed his orders.
you closed your eyes, “no no, keep your eyes open okay?” you hummed in response.
Reid was blurred, his hair had no defined lines but his white collar button down stung your eyes because of how bright it was. you could feel your eyes losing against the bearing weight.
“Y/n. Y/n!” Reid’s voice only got more intense the more you closed your eyes, “look at me…”
you took a deep breath. “there you go… just keep looking at me.” his voice was calming to your ears, put you to sleep.
the light started to dissipate, Reid’s talking reminded you of that night he stayed to help you. the teasing of reading a file in 10 seconds.
“hey- hey! come on Y/n,” warmth grew on your left cheek, “stay with me,” light tapping followed, “for me Y/n, keep your eyes open for me.” Reid’s voice strained while the tapping increased in rhythm.
“I NEED A MEDIC!” was the last thing you heard before everything went black.
It was difficult to explain how good it was, to be consumed in such a way. How thrilling to feel the life you drank out of someone being drunk out of you. He felt his heart thrumming in his chest and he knew Nicki could feel it too, his own heartbeat starting to mimic it as they became one, in blood and in spirit. The unholiest communion that could ever be. Lestat turned Nicki and abandoned him. Armand feels the need to go check on the fledgling. Upon finding him half-starved and sad, he takes the matter on his own hands.
Fandom: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022)
Rating: Explicit
Relationships: Armand/Nicolas de Lenfent
Characters: Armand (Vampire Chronicles), Nicolas de Lenfent
Hi I wrote this little fic about them ‘cause I am kinda obsessed, bye
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