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Progenitor woman (part 1) - Albert Wesker x reader

Pairing: Albert Wesker x reader

Warnings: kidnapping, experimentation

Disclaimer: I’m french and even though I've been learning English for ten years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

Request from AO3 : "can you do an age gap wesker/reader taking place during re5 where reader is the only other living person compatible with uroboros and he takes an interest in her?"

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Young, 21 years old. A healthy lifestyle. A normal life. A normal family. Brilliant studies and honorable results. Maybe too curious for her own good.

For a few years, the number of DNA tests to find out about our origins, even the oldest ones, had been circulating on the Internet. Of course, millions of people had started to buy these famous kits, received by laboratories that analyzed the results and made them available to buyers. And even though they were making a lot of money from this trend to finance their other research, they had to find other sources of money... And that's why the Internet, especially the dark web, existed. For years, the sales of consumer data was widespread on the Internet, but for more commercial purposes... Less dark. However, some laboratories were selling their "patients"/"buyers" informations to other laboratories, in return for funding.

Thus, Tricell possessed millions of information, crucial to research, that algorithms were constantly working on, finding from time to time, the file of a person considered interesting by a whole set of factors. Every month, new profiles were drawn to the attention of Tricell and the virologists. This allowed Wesker and his teams to send out proposals to act as guinea pigs in the most secret laboratories. The victims would disappear without a trace. The pharmaceutical company's security and computer security departments worked so well that no one could suspect them.

Wesker had just shot his last lab rat, a 33-year-old Italian.

"The same age as your Christ! Come on, be proud, you look like the son of your imaginary God!" he had spat, with a sly smile. Wesker didn't believe in God. He was God. No one else. Only he had the intelligence to destroy this world and build another one.

After going through the disinfection area and washing himself from head to toe with the utmost care, he had returned to his favorite lab room to take a look at the algorithm. A few minutes earlier, the software had sent him a notification on his cell phone, to warn him it had found an interesting profile. And even if he didn't think he would discover anything more than usual, the scientist went there to find his ordinary place, where he would also take the opportunity to sort out his mails.

Once he was settled in his seat, he hurried to look at the notification. In fact, three profiles were interesting: two women, one man. When he stopped on the third one, he frowned, took off his famous sunglasses and made sure he wasn't dreaming. He reread the information retained by the algorithm several times.

She was young, healthy, and most importantly, her genome structure resembled his, so he felt his pulse quicken.

"How is this possible? It must be a mistake," he muttered.

Stunned and intrigued, Albert didn't intend to give up there, when an incredible opportunity presented itself to him. He had to find out more, find her, and get his hands on her. First, he had to contact the other lab and give them enough money to get even a first and last name , with a mailing address. With a little luck, he would also get a phone number and an e-mail address.

With a smile on his face, he picked up his laptop.

"The game can begin... I can't wait to hear who you are, Y/N L/N."

*

DAY 7

The evening had started so well. Yet, you found yourself in a room you didn't know, white, sterile, hospital like, strapped to a medical type leather chair. You couldn't move, your arms at your side and your feet secure enough to not kick anyone. Ever since you woke up half an hour earlier, anxiety had been building up inside you. You felt you were being watched, behind one of the windows you couldn’t see through, because it was so opaque. On the other hand, through the other windows, you observed people, in white coats, pacing the corridors, each one more hurried than the other. Obviously, you weren’t in ahospital, no doctor would have tied you up like cattle...

Unless you had hit someone and had a temper tantrum once you were here… you thought.

Someone had drugged you at that party. It was obvious. And that, even if you had been watching your drink every moment. Or maybe the friend you had trusted with your drink had betrayed you. In your eyes, it was the only possibility. With a lump in your throat, you waited for an explanation and tried to control your breathing, about to hyperventilate.

If you weren't in a hospital, where could you be? In a... laboratory? That would explain the white coats. At this thought, your heart rate quickened and cold sweat ran through your body, along with shivers of terror.

Then, after a few more minutes, a doctor walked past the windows, before entering the room, silent. He was tall. No, correction, he was giant. At least six feet tall. His blond hair was slicked back. Sunglasses were perched on his nose and prevented you from reading his eyes, though he didn't look convenient. His thin lips formed a straight line, devoided of emotions. He must have been in his forties, much older than you, but he was attractive, charismatic. He moved almost gracefully.

"Hello, my dear. Excuse me for the straps, my assistants are not the most... delicate," he commented, in a distinguished voice.

An eloquent voice, clear, almost bewitching. Yet, a dark aura was emanating from this man. He closed the distance and sat down on the rolling stool next to you while he watched you.

Wesker admired your features. Your body. You were a beautiful creature with a high potential. The only one who could, obviously, match him. You were perhaps the only other person in this world this compatible with Uroboros. If his experiments failed, it would be a waste, but he had no choice.

"What am I doing here?" you asked, panicking.

You tried to move for the umpteenth time, to no avail. Your eyes went down to his white coat, open to black clothes. His name was written: Dr. Wesker. Even in a panic, knowing a name was always a good thing.

"Y/N, has anyone ever told you how special you are?"

You shook your head negatively, eyebrows furrowed.

"Whatever. We're going to discover your potential. To do that, I'll start with with blood samples. My team will assign you to a room and-"

"I want to leave! I didn't ask to be here!" you cut him off.

"I'm afraid you have no choice, dearheart." he replied curtly, before turning to his equipment. He proceeded to draw blood like any other doctor, even going so far as to think your epidermis, where the needle had pierced the skin.

After collecting two vials of your blood, precious samples, the famous Dr. Wesker left the room without a word. A few minutes later, a team of men, armed with pistols, went to retrieve you before blindfolding you. They took you somewhere and locked you in a room. Miraculously, it wasn’t a medical room. The single bed was normal. There was a desk with pens, pencils and paper. There was a small flat screen TV on a wall. You had a sort of walk-in wardrobe, a bedside table and a bookcase with scientific books, but also fantasy novels. When you saw some of your favorite novels, your heart skipped a beat. As a bonus, the room had an adjacent bathroom, which didn't keep any dangerous or sharp objects.

You were smart enough to understand the situation... They had kidnapped you and weren't planning on releasing you anytime soon. Worse, they had orchestrated the whole thing from start to finish, spying on you to the point of knowing your tastes. Your thoughts turned to your poor family, who would soon be worried sick about your disappearance. Trembling like a leaf, you went to sit on the soft mattress and burst into tears.

What have I done to deserve this...?

No one entered your room, except for a man with a gun, a few hours later, with a tray of food in his hands, which he left on the doorstep. Silently, he left, making sure to lock the door.

With your appetite suppressed and your stomach in knots, you didn’t feel hungry at all.

You didn't sleep all night, far too anxious... So, you decided to take a shower and reread your favorite book.

DAY 8 (½)

The results were impressive. Fruitful. Albert had spent the night on the blood test and studied the results. Traces of a strain of Progenitor were present in your blood. Only a very limited number of people carried it in them, the majority of whom were dead. Of the Wesker children, only he and Alex were left. Alex didn’t have a child. How could you have come into contact with such a virus?

He had finally gone to sleep for a few hours, then the next morning he had picked up a breakfast tray and headed for your room, in the same hallway as his apartments in this huge complex built by Tricell. At your door, he took out a magnetic card, used it and the door unlocked. He closed it behind him.

You were sitting on your bed, a book in your hands, your meal from the night before barely touched on your bedside table. Your stomach had been empty for over 24 hours. You were watching him, your eyebrows furrowed, the anger visible on your face.

"Good morning, dearheart." he said, coming closer. He took a seat on the edge of the bed, while you moved as far away as possible, without bothering to answer. You closed your book and put it on the side, before crossing your arms. You obviously wanted an explanation. Who wouldn't, after all?

"I see you haven't eaten. You should get some strength."

"I have a knot in my stomach. You owe me some explanations, don't you?" you spat, squeezing the sheets between your fingers to the point of turning your knuckles white. You stared at this famous Wesker, whose presence exacerbated you as much as it awakened a strange feeling inside you. Your heartbeat quickened.

"As you must have guessed, you are in a laboratory, where we are conducting extraordinary researches that will change the world. Your blood contains something special, just like mine."

He leaned forward and moistened his lips, a serious expression betraying the sympathy he was trying to convey. And that, it didn’t escape you. You weren't drugged or stupid enough to think that this man had magnificent motives. If he did, he wouldn't have kidnapped you, far from it.

"You're about to make me laugh. I don't think you're a good person and I'm not special. Now, ask me the question that's bothering you. That's it, isn't it? An interrogation?"

His lips curved for a second, and then he slid the tray over your legs, to summon you to fill your stomach. Obviously, this meant that you were going to be flabbergasted and to avoid an attack of faintness, linked to a hypoglycemia spike, which was itself infused by strong emotions, you had to eat. Even if you wanted to protest and throw the tray in his face, you knew that an incivility would cause you greater problems. With a sigh, you grabbed your fork and knife, then stuck it into the Salted Waffles with Poached Egg and Bacon and a berry smoothie. You usually hated eating a heavy breakfast in the morning, so you'd settle for cereal in milk, or a hot drink with a light snack. You wondered if he knew your tastes and wasn't doing it on purpose to make your more angry and annoyed. After wolfing down half your plate, when hunger has taken over your stomach, you focus on him again.

"You're smart, that's a good point. I need to know more about your family. Would your parents have been subjected to any experiments?"

You nearly choked, eyebrows furrowed, and shook your head. Decidedly, this man had lost his mind.

"No. We're normal."

"I want you to draw me your family tree."

"At your service, Doctor Wesker! Together, we will save the world!" you mocked, in a high-pitched voice.

Despite your acid remark, he didn’t raise his voice. Instead, he ordered you to finish your plate and drink your smoothie. Then, he brought you a sheet of paper and a pencil. Under his examining gaze, you tried to go back as far as you could before handing him your paper. None of the names on your list seemed familiar, so he went off to his lab to do some research, leaving you alone, bored and with monumental worries.

For his part, Wesker spent the morning researching your ancestors to find out who could be the source of the strain that ran through your veins. Even though he felt no pain, Wesker knew very well that if he were still perfectly human, this puzzle would have given him a headache. Yet, he was a tenacious man, who never gave up and always found a solution to his problem. At this moment, that solution was called Alex.

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What do you think? There will be other parts, but I don't know how many :)

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Caught in the office - Leon S. Kennedy (smut)

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x reader

Warnings: smut + wrap your biscuit, please

Disclaimer: I’m french and even though I've been learning English for ten years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

Request : "Maybe Leon and reader getting caught having sex? Your writing is amazing bby!"

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The weather was rainy. A storm had just broken out. The rain pattered against the windows of Leon's office at the D.S.O. For once, he wasn’t on a mission, but he hadn’t been given a vacation. No, that would have been too easy. So his superiors, even though he was an elite agent, one of the most valued and respected, had ordered him to go to his office to review the reports he had written. Not that they were bad, just... a little incorrect. In fact, they were missing details, information, important for the HQ archives, that allowed new data to be processed. This data was used to improve training for rookies and to inform other agents about new viruses, incidents, etc.

In short, Leon had already spent four hours in his office, where his thick, calloused fingers pounded his keyboard. With an amused eye, you observed his phalanxes, remembering their effects, just last night, in your vagina...

With a sigh, the man saved his document, after his last touch-up. With a movement of legs, he moved away from the piece of furniture, sitting on his comfortable seat. HIs legs spread, he also stretched his arms, making some of his old bones crack. At the simple sound they made, he winced.

I may be one of the best agents, but I'm not that young anymore... Damn it!

You smiled and reached for your coffee cup, right next to your chair, and lifted the beverage to your lips.

"What are you smiling about?" he asked suddenly, turning his attention back to you. You had been in the same room as him for an hour, waiting for him to finish writing his report so you could go downtown and eat at a nice little restaurant, but he still hadn't finished his task. Worse, he was exuding dismay, so much did he hate writing anything. Leon may have studied in college for three years, before entering the police academy, but it really wasn't his thing.

"You're slow and I'm starving, Kennedy."

"Slow? You didn't say that last night when I was making love to you, did you?" he protested, with an almost adorable pout.

You almost choked on your drink. Now he was reading your mind, and this, without warning. Maybe he knew you better than you thought, after six months of dating, or maybe he was just as horn as you were. Flashes of the previous night came back to you and in reaction, your heart missed a beat. You crossed your thighs, feeling a soft, warm wave of desire surge through your body.

"What was that you said? Oh yes... It was... Oh yes, Leon! Faster! Harder! Don’t stop" he imitated you, in a high-pitched voice.

Your cheeks flushed and in reaction, you grabbed the small cushion that was lying in the corner, before throwing it to his face. Bad luck for you, he intercepted it and pressed it against his chest. From now on, his azure eyes sparkled with mischief, joy, maybe also with excitement. Above all, a sly smile stretched his desirable lips. He was undeniably irresistible, under any circumstances.

"Shut up. Let's go to the restaurant, can't you see I'm going to faint?"

"Drama queen. I still have to proofread and send it back, and-"

"You know what? You're going to pay for this," you declared, in an almost threatening tone. He wanted to play? You were going to play. You put your cup down, stood up and moved over to him, undulating your hips that he liked so much. You walked around him and sat astride his pelvis. By reflex, his hands found their way on your butt, covered by your skirt, since you were dressed in your most beautiful suit.

"If you're going to waste time, you might as well really waste more of it and have some fun."

"Do I have a choice?" he asked in an almost innocent tone, but you knew very well it was only a facade. His hands were already caressing your ass.

"Absolutely not."

Then, you pressed your lips against his for a torrid kiss, that gradually made your tongues dance together, while your hands caressed the protruding muscles of his chest, barely concealed by the shirt he wore. Soon, his hands slipped on your thighs, before going up your skirt to throw a glance at your lace thong, letting show all your intimacy. His fingers ventured between your thighs, delicately, until they tickled your labia through the fabric. A sigh of desire escaped from your lips, while you shivered. During this time, you occupied yourself to unbuckle his belt, to unzip his pants, in order to slip your hand on his half stretched member, still in his boxer. His dick woke up, under the caresses he administered to you, whereas your nimble fingers titillated his member. Delicately, you slipped your fingers from the base to his glans, while he sighed.

The desire climbed between you two at high speed. Between two kisses, you abandoned his erection to lower his pants to his ankles, in hope to better ride him.

From now on, your wet pussy, rubbed against his penis, until you release him from this confined space. Immediately, his sex was revealed erect, throbbing with anticipation like your vagina. And you straddled him again, rubbing your sex against his as he hardened further. His member was long, thick, turned slightly to the side. His pink, almost red head was almost begging you to let him take you.

"You're going to drive me crazy, one of these days..." he growled.

"This isn't over-"

He cut you off as he tugged on your thong, sliding it to the side, so as not to get in the way, to let his fingers caress your labia. Then, gently, his fingers collected your wetness that he moved up to your clitoris. At first, his touch was delicate, before becoming more pressing. Finally, he adopted the perfect rhythm, the one that plunged you into ecstasy. Your heart was beating wildly. The desire, mixed with the pleasure, took possession of your body. Meanwhile, you played with his member, you insisted on his glans, the most sensitive part. Leon's pelvis was already starting to move, his body was calling you, begging you to impale yourself on his cock. The man threw his head back as you pushed his hands away and rubbed his cock over your clit, then the entrance to your vagina.

"I want you..." he whispered, in a husky voice, hoarse with desire.

"We can’t, right here, you know it very well." you answered, on a tone almost innocent, without stopping the undulations of your pelvis.

"I don't give a shit. They can hear us if they want, but I know you'll be able to contain yourself. Right?"

What the hell, you thought. He was right. Now, your wet vagina was begging him to take you up to seventh heaven.

Without delay, you grabbed his cock and impaled yourself on it. A moan escaped you while feeling him spread you, fill you. Your walls welcomed him in a warm, soft and incredible embrace. Leon grimaced under the pleasure and tightened his grip on your hips to guide you in the first back and forth movements. It was so good. He was drunk with love, drunk with sex, drunk with your wonderful pussy. The agent looked down at your sexes, which came together with every movement, in a wet sound, so erotic that it amplified his desire. The sight transfixed him. It was so beautiful, so erotic, to see your bodies come together like that.

He helped you in his movements with thrusts, while you slid your face against the hollow of his neck, in silent moans.

"Leon... It feels so good..."

Oh yes, he couldn't deny it, far from it. In one swift motion, he lifted you up and slammed you against his desk, knocking a file cabinet to the floor. He opened your blouse and pulled down your bra, so he could admire your breasts dancing with every back and forth. This time, he was in control of your body and the rhythm. This day, he didn't have the patience to make love to you like he did the night before, or even the time to do it. His back and forth were fast. His skin slapped against yours. He was watching your chest sweating and your skin turning pink, as you tried to contain moans. You plastered your hand against your mouth in the hope of remaining silent. But the movements of his cock inside you were so delicious. He was pounding you in the best way possible. The pleasure was getting stronger and stronger. For his part, Leon could feel his heart rate increasing, not because of the physical effort he was making, but because he could feel the pleasure taking over his body.

Orgasm was approaching for both of you. It was imminent. Powerful. A wave of heat surged through your lower abdomen, from your vagina, and spread through the rest of your body. You closed your eyes. You couldn't hold back your moans, even though you were muffling them as best you could.

Three bangs hit the right wall, where another office stood.

"SHUT UP! Keep it down!" a male voice shouted.

Your eyes opened and widened, while your face flushed with embarrassment. Yet, Agent Kennedy was determined to fulfill his mission... Fulfill. A smirk stretched his lips. His back and forths became deeper, faster, torturing your walls in such a delicious way. Your moans intensified, without you being able to control it, on the verge of your orgasm.

"Leon... Leon... I... Oh god..."

The orgasm hit you with full force. At that moment, you didn't care if you made noises or not. Your vagina pulsed around his member. His penis twitched and soon his thrusts were erratic. He also closed his eyes, tightened his grip on your thighs that he held against him, before tipping them over to press them on your abdomen for deeper access to your pussy.

Soon, he poured his seed into you, in five powerful spurts, with almost animal growls. The longed-for deliverance...

His movements slowed down, until they stopped, then he withdrew. Finally, he observed his work. His semen was flowing out of your orifice. Your pussy pulsations gradually ceased, and led to the loss of the whitish liquid.

"That was..."

"Powerful..." he murmured, between breaths. "I think you've earned your lunch break."

You burst into laughter and motioned for him to clean you up with a tissue.

"BOTH OF YOU! Get out of here as fast as you can before I cut your heads off!" yelled the voice on the other side of the wall.

"What a killjoy!" commented Leon, laughing too.