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Something something the poly!141 with crafty!reader…

The first time you invited Gaz over, his eyes immediately went to the giant, crochet ditto sitting on the couch. His eyes went wide, not evening trying to act like he was hearing anything you said. “..um, Kyle?” Your eyes follow his and heat rises to your face. “Oh, I can uh.. I can understand if you wanna go..” you say, your voice so defeated and sad. So many past dates almost disgusted with your plushie because “they’re for kids, not grown adults.”

Kyle looked more offended than you’d expect. “Lovie.. that’s bloody incredible,” he moves over to the couch to touch the ditto and he nearly whines at how soft the yarn is. “Where did you get it?” Your face heats up even more at his reaction. “..I made it, actually.” From then on, Kyle knew you were a keeper. And so did the 141, so when things became official.. so did all the crochet requests.

Price wanted something for his office chair, citing years of field work damaging his spine. “You dodge one too many grenades and suddenly you can’t bend over without fuckin’ groaning..” You’d hear him mumble from his office as he knelt down to pick something up. You make sure to get the fluffiest, softest yarn you can find for him. And now, if anyone asks about it he snaps a quick “none of your business,” at them with a glare.

Soap got an Atlantic Puffin. “Ah’ve always loved ‘em, dunno know, just somethin’ about the wee birds,” he said offhandedly one afternoon while he and you were watching Ghost and Gaz spar. His face lit up like Christmas when you presented the puffin to him, and he’d never admit it out loud but he did tear up a little. His ma always called him her “little puffin”, due to Soap being extremely loyal and highly sociable just like the birds.

Gaz asked for a ditto, just like the one on your couch. But when you went to the store to buy the yarn, you felt conflicted. You knew he wanted one, but you still wanted to it feel special and specific to him. So what do you do? You make his ditto a little hat, just like the one he wears. He doesn’t speak for a moment or two when you show him, all he does is pull you into the tightest hug you’ve ever gotten and mumbles something about “..best gift ever..” He hadn’t mentioned this to anyone yet, but his family wasn’t the riches growing up, holidays were often spent alone. So any gift is by default special to him, but something so personalized? He felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love.

For Ghost, you originally thought you’d make him a ghost! Simple and to the point, kinda like he was. But as time went on, you made him something completely out of left field. After weeks of searching and hours of work, you finally presented ghost a weighted black cat. At first, even though Ghost happily accepted the gift, he only planned to let it sit somewhere in his room. But after on particularly bad night, with too many memories about Roba, he subconsciously reached for the cat. And the moment the weight hit his chest? Oh, the scary lieutenant had turned into a pile of mush. The next morning he approached you. “… can you make a brown cat?..” he whispered quietly. The brown one was for his nephew Joseph.

holydayaria

Danny canonically wearing strong cologne to make his presence known … i think he’d douse on a strong (and expensive) cologne right before breaking into your home at night, just so you know it’s him everytime. He even wears a small spritz out in public on the off chance you two “randomly” ever run into each other. Constantly scanning your face to see if anything clicks for you or not.

kitty-klawzz

Ghostface Sends A Dick Pic

SUMMARY : Ghostface witnesses you run back to grab a medkit while actively being hunted. He thinks it’s cute.

TAGS : suggestive but no smut , mild gore , enemies to lovers if you squint

A/N : not beta read :(

You ran, as fast as your feet could. You felt like you were gonna fall, your shoes were barely holding on to your feet. The cut on your arm was making it hard to hold up the Medkit in your hand, if you could just get to Yui, then it would be fine.

She wriggled and writhed, her body trying with all its might to unhook herself. You were close, and just as you got close enough to almost touch her, you heard it.

It was like a heavy breath, and then suddenly you were burning in pain, thrown back against the locker with inhuman force by Ghostface. You crawled, attempting to get as far away as quick as you could.

You see him there, inspecting the area around Yui for any kind of trap. He wandered off soon, seemingly deciding that you weren’t worth his time.

You walk to Yui, reaching up to slip her out off the hook. You struggled to fully unhook her for a moment, your hands still shaking from the close encounter. She thanks you with a hug, but her panting increased your worry. You reach for your medkit, prepared to heal whatever injuries that the hook had left her with.

Your worry raises upon realizing that ghostface had flung you so far from Yui that you had dropped the medkit from your hand. You wanted to tell her to wait, but it could’ve been a death sentence to speak too loud, so you gave her a reassuring hug and gestured for her to kneel and hide for a moment.

She did so, crouching behind a generator and beginning to repair it. You beginning searching through the grass for the medkit, hoping to god you would find it, although God hadn’t been very useful up to this point.

Yui’s unsteady attempts on the generator could be heard, but she managed to correctly fix it, now she just crouched and waited for you.

You spot it, about 3 feet away from you, and you stand up, fully prepared to run for it, hearing the sounds of Kate finish her generator, meaning only one was left.

Jake would’ve been a big help, but he snagged his leg on a branch and managed to get hooked early on. You shutter at the memory, even though you’ve seen it a thousand times, and begin to go for it.

You are almost there until you Yui’s shriek pierce the air around you. You whip your head around, afraid to see but knowing you have to.

Yui is limping away, hand pressed against the wound on her neck as she skips to you. “Shit—“ she says, calling your name in terror. Behind her is ghostface, Hes not speaking but you can see the fury in hiw he moves, wiping the blood clean from his knife and running to grab Yui.

You watch her sprint past, and you begin to run too. Yui is already gone, leaving you and ghostface. He had run after you, his hands ghosting your back as you zig zag without a thought to grab the medkit. He pauses his running, and you watch as he backs away, and turns to go after Kate.

The match ends with you and Yui escaping but Kate dying on the hook and Jake long gone before it had even gotten interesting.

You looked over, resting from the most recent match. You look over, as usual, there are killer staring and taunting. From wh edge of your eyes you can see ghostface, holding something in his hands. He gestures to you, then it. He plants it against the (extremely and oddly durable) fence.

You squint, eyes widening as you realize it’s a picture. But flipped around to where you can only see the back of it. You cautiously walk closer, you know very well the Entity doesn’t find enjoyment in harm coming to the survivors out of the rounds usually, so you aren’t scared. Well, at least not as much as you should be

To be honest, you’re excited. It feels wrong, well it definitely is. But honestly, you aren’t sure how much morality matters anymore. He slips his fingers through the gate, holding the folded picture like a cigarette, offering it to you as your form got closer.

You had tried to make your way past the gate once, in a fit of anger at Trickster. So you were aware of the stinging pain that came from crossing it. But also of the mildly numbing vibration that came with touching the fence. But, you could imagine that his fingers were tingling, and maybe burning since they were through the fence.

You shake the thought from your head, and grab the picture, quick and steady. You unfold the Polaroid, eyes taking in every detail. It’s of Danny. That much you can tell. His mask is pulled up a small bit, only revealing a hint of collarbone. His pants are down, enough to reveal the curve of his cock, but the picture cuts off before you can see the tip.

You stare at it for a moment, then up at him. Then back at it. Then at him again. His face is obscured by his mask, but you can tell hes smiling. He’s nearly vibrating in place.

You open your mouth to say something, but he shoves his hand through the gate, gripping your wrist. The gates affect is working, you can hear the sound of it burning him. He pulls away, but his point has gotten across. He is expecting this to be kept between you two.

You don’t want to nod, or say yes. But you hope slipping the photo into your pocket is an answer.

Your thoughts are confirmed when he grips the fence like he’ll fall down without it.

l0sercat

Can I please request DBD Wesker, Ghostface and Ji-Woon with a reader who has a big butt? I’m talking double cheeked up on a Thursday afternoon, carrying an entire bakery

This ask cracked me up when I first read it, I'm pretty sure this ask is 3-4 years old lol whoops. Also this isn't NSFW but it's also not SFW so just read with caution? I don't know lol

Killers w/ caked up reader

iheartanttenna

im back with the shy wesker 🥹 forgive me i cant get him out my mind hes too fine 🤤

shy wesker x reader

reader is s.t.a.r.s. secretary, no tw, gn but reader is called beautiful?

can be seen as a part two to my other shy jealous wesker fic, but you dont need to read that to understand it, but here it is

the station had gone all quiet under all that snow piling up outside. fat flakes drifting past the windows, making everything feel softer and heavier at the same time.

wesker sat at his desk pretending to work, reports spread out in front of him that he hadn’t actually read in ages. his sunglasses were still on even though it was late, but his eyes kept drifting toward the half-open blinds, straight to the front desk.

you were still there, finishing up the last bits of filing, the little lamp catching in your hair and making your face look so soft. holy shit… they’re so… oh god, what’s wrong with me? i can’t even think of a word right now.

his mind slipped again, deeper this time.

in his head you were sitting prettily on his couch, legs tucked under you, glass of wine in your hand. the lights were low, something soft playing, and the snow outside felt cozy instead of annoying. you looked at him with that same gentle smile you always gave at the front desk, and he looked back, feeling weirdly shy for once.

"you’re staring again," you teased, lips brushing the rim of the glass, voice all light and warm.

he rubbed the back of his neck, a small embarrassed smile slipping out. "…can you blame me?" his voice came out quieter than he meant it to. "you make it very hard to focus on anything else."

you laughed softly, the sound making his chest feel tight in the best way. "albert wesker, flustered? never thought in hell i’d see that." you leaned forward a little, eyes sparkling. "i like it though... seeing this side of you, that is."

god, you have no idea what you do to me. he felt his face heat up, even in the daydream. "you bring it out of me," he admitted, hand sliding a little closer across the couch, not quite touching yours yet.

"i spend so much time calculating everything… keeping all these secrets. but with you… i just want to... set some of it down. even if it’s only for a little while." he swallowed thickly. "you make me want to be more than… this."

then a loud knock on his office door ripped him straight out of it.

wesker straightened up fast, the dreamy look in his eyes dissipating as chris poked his head in the office. jill was right behind him, trying (and failing) to hide a grin.

"captain wesker? me and jill are heading out, the roads are getting pretty bad." chris paused, then added with a knowing little smirk, "oh, by the way… i think y/n needs a ride home. snow’s coming down pretty hard out there."

chris winked. actually winked. jill let out a soft giggle she tried to cover with a cough.

what? why the hell did he wink at me? wesker thought, looking a bit sheepish. do they… know? oh, fuck me.

"alright," wesker replied, voice firm and short like always. "drive safe."

chris gave him one last cheeky thumbs up before they both disappeared down the hallway, their quiet laughter echoing for a second.

wesker sat there for a long moment, heart still pounding. the reports in front of him looked stupid now. he glanced back toward the front desk… you were starting to gather your things. say something, you idiot. don’t just let them leave like this.

his throat felt tight. that warm, wanted feeling from the daydream was still clinging to him, making him feel braver than usual. before he could talk himself out of it, he pushed up from his chair and stepped out of his office.

"…hey," he said, voice rougher than he wanted as he stopped a little ways from your desk. his gloved hands flexed at his sides. shit, why is this so hard? he cleared his throat. "the snow’s getting heavy out there." he paused, jaw tight, ears still burning from chris’s stupid wink.

“if you’re not in a rush to leave yet…” he continued, quieter, almost hesitant, “i was thinking maybe you could stay for a bit. just… talk. with me.” god, that sounds pitiful.

he finally met your eyes, the look in them raw- nervous, hopeful, a little scared even.

“or… if you do need a ride,” he added softly, almost shy, “i could take you home. the roads are bad and i… wouldn’t mind.”

you looked up at him, a soft smile spreading across your face as you tilted your head a little. “i’d really like that, captain,” you said gently, your voice warm and a touch playful. “the um... the talking part too. i’ve been hoping you’d ask me to stay behind one of these nights.”

you finished gathering your papers and stood up, cheeks a little flushed from the cold air sneaking in from the hallway. “besides… i like when it’s just us. you seem like a pretty cool guy." cool? he thought, out of every word in the english language… they chose cool?

a tiny, surprised smile tugged at the corner of his mouth despite himself. "cool," he repeated under his breath, almost like he was testing the word. "i’ll… take that... i suppose."

he grabbed his coat and held the station door open for you as you both stepped out into the thick snowfall.

"chivalrous, are we?" you teased lightly, a playful smile tugging at your lips as you glanced up at him.

wesker paused for half a second, caught off guard. chivalrous? his cheeks flushed. "don’t get used to it," he muttered, but there was no real bite in his voice.

he fell into step beside you, staying close enough that his arm nearly brushed yours. "someone has to make sure you don’t slip and crack your head open in this mess."

you let out a laugh, snowflakes catching in your hair. "so it’s purely practical then? are you sure there's no other reason you’re walking this close?"

he cleared his throat, gloved hand twitching like he wanted to reach for you but didn’t quite dare. "maybe... maybe not purely," he admitted, voice low. the corner of his mouth twitched upward, almost shy.

god, why did i say that out loud? he thought, feeling his face heat up. he kept his eyes forward on the snowy path, but he could feel you looking at him.

you bumped your shoulder gently against his arm. "good to know."

the walk to his car was only a couple seconds but it felt longer with how hard his heart was beating. when you got there he opened the passenger door for you again, waiting until you were in before closing it carefully. he brushed the snow off the windshield with his sleeve before getting in on his side.

once the car started and the heat began kicking in, wesker gripped the wheel a little tighter than necessary.

the silence wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was charged. he could still feel the spot on his arm where you’d bumped him. get it together. it’s just a car ride.

"you warm enough?" he asked after a minute, voice a little gruff but soft around the edges. he reached over and turned the heat up a notch without waiting for an answer.

"yeah, i’m good," you said, smiling as you settled into the seat. "thanks for this, by the way. the ride. i wasn’t really looking forward to scraping ice off my car tonight."

"so… how did you get to the station this morning? i didn’t see your car in the lot."

you shifted in the seat, smiling a little. "oh, chris drove me. like i said, i didn't want to scrape ice off my car, so he offered to pick me up on his way."

wesker’s jaw tightened just a fraction. chris. of course it was chris. he tried to keep his voice even, but there was a slight edge to it. "redfield gave you a ride?"

"mmhm. he was being nice about it," you said lightly, not noticing the shift in his tone at first.

nice, wesker thought bitterly. he knew exactly how chris looked at you- all sweet smiles and stupid jokes. he hated it. his grip on the wheel got a little firmer. at least you were here with him now, not chris.

he cleared his throat. "you should’ve told me. i could’ve picked you up instead."

you turned to look at him, catching the subtle change in his expression. a small, amused smile tugged at your lips. "aww, captain… are you jealous?"

wesker’s ears burned instantly. he kept his eyes glued to the snowy road. "no," he muttered, way too quickly.

you let out a chuckle, clearly not buying. anybody with eyes and ears could see and hear the envy brewing in him.

his denial hung in the air for a second too long, the car humming quietly as snow fell against the windshield. you watched him from the corner of your eye, the stiff posture, the tight jaw, the way his cheeks were still a little pink.

"you know," you said playfully, "jealousy’s kind of cute on you."

he inhaled sharply, fingers tightening on the wheel. "i am not-"

"mhmm," you hummed, leaning back in the passenger seat with a knowing smile. "sure, captain."

he didn’t say anything back, but his jaw twitched. and the way he kept glancing at you- quick, sharp, like he couldn’t help himself- it made your breath hitch.

the rest of the drive was quiet, but not empty. every little movement felt charged, your knee brushing against the console, his hand shifting on the gearstick, the soft glow of the street lights painting his face in warm yellows and shadows.

when he finally pulled up in front of your apartment, the snow was falling even heavier, blanketing everything in thick white.

he put the car in park, exhaled slowly, and turned toward you... not fully, just enough that you could see the hesitation and nervousness in his posture and body language.

"thank you," you said softly, "for the ride, and for… asking me to stay a bit."

his adam's apple bobbed. "i meant it," he murmured. "i… enjoy your company."

you smiled, leaning a little closer, "i enjoy yours too."

he froze, completely... like a deer in headlights wearing tactical gloves.

you reached for the door handle, then paused, turning back to him with a soft, warm look that made his breath catch.

"hey, wesker?"

"yes?" his voice cracked,

you leaned in, slowly, deliberately, and pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, not quite his lips, but close enough that he felt the warmth of you, the softness, the intention of the touch.

he went rigid, sucking in a breath through his nose that he held for just a second too long.

you pulled back just enough to see his expression, eyes wide behind the sunglasses he’d forgotten to take off, well, not that he could have known you were about to kiss him, his breath shallow, mouth parted slightly in stunned silence.

"goodnight," you whispered, your smiling at him, sweetly. "drive safe, okay?" you slipped out of the car, closing the door behind you.

wesker didn’t move, not even to blink. he couldn't

he sat there, hands frozen on the steering wheel, staring straight ahead like his brain had blue screened.

…what… what just happened?

his pulse hammered in his ears, loud enough he could feel it in his throat. he lifted one gloved hand, slowly, and touched the spot where your lips had been.

warm.... like the ghost of your mouth was still pressed there.

his sunglasses had slid slightly down his nose, but he didn’t fix them, he didn’t even notice. he was way too busy replaying the moment in his head, over and over, and each time felt more unbelievable than the last

you kissed him. you kissed him.

not out of pity, not out of holiday cheer, not because someone had dared you. no... you kissed him like you wanted to.

a warm, shaky breath escaped him, fogging the inside of the windshield.

he leaned back in the seat, eyes closing for a moment as he tried, and failed, to compose himself.

"get a grip," he muttered under his breath,

he let out a slow breath, trying to settle the rush in his chest. he glanced toward your front door one last time, watching the dark wooden door.

“…christ,” he muttered under his breath, almost laughing at himself, still disbelieving that had just happened.

he straightened in his seat, pulled his hand from his face, and finally eased the car forward, the faintest smile tugging at his mouth that he couldn’t quite get rid of.

(i dont know how to end this so... the end 😭)

wesker with his hair down... HELLOOOO SAILOOR 🤤