I'm Gonna Accept A Few Requests For Leon, Chris And Wesker, So Don't Hesitate If You Have An Idea (you

I'm gonna accept a few requests for Leon, Chris and Wesker, so don't hesitate if you have an idea (you can check my last work to make sure you like my writings) 💜

P.S : English isn't my first language

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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Warm me up, Captain - Chris Redfield (smut)

Pairing: Chris Redfield x reader

Warnings: smut + wrap your biscuit, please + slight spoilers (RE village) I guess?

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for ten fucking 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. :)

***

"I'm so sick of this shit..." you sighed. You knew you couldn't give up on your efforts so easily, let alone so close to the goal. You had to find Ethan first to stop him from doing anything and no matter how many times you begged Chris to tell him the truth because Winters was known for never giving up, he refused to listen to you. What a stubborn man!

You chattered your teeth, it was so cold, much colder than you imagined in the Carpathians, in Romania. Although you were wrapped up in relatively warm winter clothes, it didn't change the fact that the snow and the freezing wind in the middle of the night made it difficult for you to move forward. Shivers kept running through your body. The only thing that kept you from being totally frozen was the activity, the running, the eliminating of enemies; it warmed you up.

"You look freezing... Are you going to be okay? "

"Yes, Captain. "

You had joined his team for good reason and you had fought to be one of the best, you didn't intend to let your fragility faced with temperatures get the better of you. When you entered Heisenberg's factory, that crazy German or Austrian guy, you quickly encountered enemies to take down and soon you found yourself running through this creepy place from the first to the last level... During the operation, the team members scattered, looking for the master of the place and possibly Miranda. Arriving at the fifth level, Chris and you decided to take a break and examine the tank at your disposal... Taking advantage of the calm and the refuge that the place offered for the moment, immersed in the darkness, you rubbed your arms in reaction to the shivers that ran down your spine.

"I'm going to look around, to see if there's anything interesting. " you indicated, in a solemn voice, in order to scan the place with your eyes. Then you started to look around, in case you find a weapon, ammunition, a grenade or something else. Why not find a new lead, which would allow you to meet your objectives much faster.

"A cartridge! "you exclaimed with a thin smile. You bent down to pick up the bullets and put them away, aware that you would need them. It wasn't out of the question that you might run out at some point.

Chris studying the tank, ready to call your name, turned and froze when his gaze lingered on your ass. Suddenly he felt hot and couldn't rest his gaze on that part of your body. You hadn't known each other for months, the situation was horrible and complicated, but he was an older man with good taste in women. He had always thought you were beautiful and you were in front of him, in an exciting position. He wished he could stroke your curves, fuck you here and hear your moans, even though it wasn't safe to do it here... Why was he imagining all this? Now? He wasn't a twenty year old with raging hormones anymore! While fantasizing about you for less than a minute, he felt his cock harden in his black pants.

"Shit..." he swore into his beard as he looked down at his nearly invisible boner before feeling himself. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, trying to scroll through the most sickening images before his eyes that his brain could produce. His erection didn’t subside. When he opened his eyes, he swiveled slightly to the side, you had stood up and turned your beautiful and cute face towards him.

Without noticing his crotch problem thanks to the dim light and his dark pants, you moved closer to him, still rubbing your arms. It didn't escape his gaze and instinctively, he helped you to warm up with these frictions, much more efficient than you with his thick and chalky hands.

"T-Thank you, Captain..." you stammered, as your cheeks flushed with the closeness. You had always been attracted to Redfield, from the first time you saw him and talked to him. You liked everything about him: his kindness, his open-mindedness, his grumpy and stubborn side, his authority... Your face so close to his muscular chest, his hands on your arms, you dreamed of a simple hug, but you couldn't afford it... He was your superior! Suddenly, a bang and a shake from below pulled you out of your little bubble moment. You clung to his biceps, bumped into his chest and your lower abdomen pressed against his erection.

Your cheekbones flushed even more, if that's possible. You weren't that naive, you knew you were the reason for his erection. Your heart missed a beat. Your whole body was on fire. You had wanted Chris... for a long time. Some nights you dreamed of him, of him fucking you so hard. He was completely your type, even though you were in the middle of a major operation, you needed to kiss him, to enjoy the moment. Your breath quickened and you both stood up, bewildered

"I'm sorry, Y/N...” He sighed, scratching the back of his neck.

Too late to apologize, you wanted him to do everything you'd been dreaming of for months... Fuck you to the point you forget your own name.

"Kiss me." You cut him off, nervously. Was it right? No one could judge you at the time, but morally... You were a little confused. After all, he was your captain, your leader!

Without hesitation, Chris framed your face between his two thick, stubby hands. He pressed his lips to yours for a passionate kiss. One of his hands slid to your waist as your tongues danced wildly. It didn't feel wrong. You were ecstatic. It was as if you had known him for years and trusted him with your heart. Desire... Something that was hard to avoid. Hands everywhere, seeking body heat, discovering a new body. You admired his toned chest, tracing his abs and smooth skin with your fingertips, sensually.

It was a dangerous game to embark on a quick fuck, in such a place, that day, but you needed this. You couldn't imagine what was going to happen in the next few hours and you reminded yourself that life was short, especially these days... As much as possible, you needed to enjoy this sweet, sexual moment.

In a few moments, he ran his fingers over your body, pulled up your sweater, pulled down your bra to reveal your breasts, which he enjoyed titillating and kissing with fervor. Shivers ran through your whole body. Your pussy was getting wet and your wetness was sticking to the fabric of your panties. He got rid of your pants, while you opened his, lowered them, along with his boxers. With joy, you discovered a large and long veiny penis, reddish, twitching with desire. His kisses and embraces warmed your skin, feeling his lips brush against your chest, a teasing look on his face, to excite you like you'd never been before.

"Captain... Warm me up... I'm freezing..." you whispered in the hollow of his ear, mischievously.

His thumb traveled to your warm, wet center, between your thighs, before he gets ride of your panties. As he tickled your most sensitive part, you closed your eyes and a soft moan escaped your lips. He was experienced, that was obvious. He varied the pressure and movements on your clit to bring you up to cloud nine. His expert fingers plunged into your warmth, coming to tickle your oh-so-sensitive vaginal walls, while you craved his huge cock. You were trembling and exuding desire. You bit your lower lip to avoid being loud, at the same time you felt your first orgasm rising and before you could reach it, he stopped his movements. You opened your eyelids and came to caress his erect, hard member, its red head, covered with precum... You salivated with impatience. You made some movements of back and forth with your hand and if you dreamed to suck him, to make him beg you to make him cum, you knew that you didn't have much time, but you kissed the tip. Sighs of pleasure, almost inaudible, passed the barrier of his lips, as he threw his head back.

"Let me warm you up, Y/N..."

Finally, he stopped you in your tracks and with a simple gesture, you jumped. Your legs were wrapped around his pelvis as he supported you by your buttocks. With your back pressed against the wall behind you, you couldn't move as he was about to lead the way. The head of his pinkish cock titillated your wet, hot entrance, which begged him to take you. He knew how to drive you crazy, to the point where you dreamed of forcing him to impale you. Seeming to guess in your thoughts, to read in your eyes veiled with desire, he was in you with a single thrust.

"Oh fuck..." he moaned. You whined slightly together at the sensation. He let you adjust to his size before he began to move back and forth. The faster and more intense his thrusts were, the more you struggled to stay quiet. With one hand, he pressed his hand against your mouth as you tightened your legs around his hips, one hand on his buttocks to push his member further into you while the other played with his hair. You were drunk with love, with sex.

“Faster… Harder…” you wanted to say.

He quickened the pace, so much so that the pleasure became intense. Raucous moans escaped from his lips as you sobbed against his hand. You were gradually approaching orgasm, both at the same pace... At that moment, we could just hear your skins snapping, your faint moans, and the sound of your juices.

"You feel so good... So tight…" he whispered.

As your vagina tightened around his member during your orgasm, he lost control of his rhythm, he pounded into you brutally and it didn't take him long to ride his own orgasm. The feeling of intense well-being and euphoria took hold of him, letting his hot cum pour into your clenching pussy, filling you completely. Gradually, his movements stopped, although he was still supporting you... He finally withdrew, as droplets of his semen flowed from your orifice, reddened, until then martyred by his cock. A smile of satisfaction and euphoria stretched his lips.

"We should do this again when we leave this fucking village. " he annouced while sending you a wink.

***

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Unexpected boner - Leon S. Kennedy (Resident Evil 2 remake)

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x reader

Warnings: smut + wrap your biscuit, please.  

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking 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. :)

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“We can take a break, if you want.” You blinked a few times and tried to restrain a yawn. You knew it was very important to keep going, there was no time to lose to go out of the Raccoon City’s police station. Your body only wanted to rest and regain its strength.

“No, it’s okay Leon. The faster we’ll find the last electronic component, the faster we’ll leave this crazy town.” Leon exhaled. He was also exhausted, less than you since police school trained him and he seemed to be a sportsperson…

Your Mathilda shotgun tight in your hand, you scanned the new room and listen for any weird and guttural inhuman sound. No zombie; you let out a sigh of relief. The room was enlightened, there was a coffee table, a couch and a desk with some cupboards. Your body stopped shivering, thanks to the heating system. Until then, your body was cold because of the rain outside when you crossed the terrace. Wearing only a dress and cardigan wasn’t smart on the first day of the Apocalypse…

You two rummaged in the area for bullets, medicine and other useful items. You came closer the desk, opened every drawer, but you just found the paperwork. Disappointed? Yes, you were. As you were about to retrace your steps, you kicked something under the desk. Immediately, you lowered yourself and got down on your knees, without paying attention to your dress that went up to the limit of your behind. You reached an aspirin package without knowing you were observed.

Leon found some bullets, ready to call your name, but he froze when he saw a part of your bottom. Suddenly, he felt hot and he couldn’t his gaze back on that era of your body. You knew each other for a few hours, the situation was horrible and complicated, but he was a young and handsome man with fine taste in women. Straight away, he thought you were beautiful and you were in front of him, in an arousing position. He wished he could caress your curves, take you here and hearing your whines, even if it was unsafe. While fantasizing about you for less than a minute, he felt his cock hardening in his blue cop uniform.

“Shit, not now buddy…” he whispered, looking at his visible boner before he palmed himself. Maybe he could jerk off really quickly and cum without you noticing? No, he wouldn’t have the time and if he had, it would be uncomfortable to walk and run everywhere with his sticky semen in his boxer. He licked his lips, trying to take a decision. Too late! You raised yourself and turned your cute and beautiful face to him.

You glanced at his hand on his crotch and your cheeks warmed at the sight, playing with the edge of your dark blue dress. You weren’t that naïve, you knew you were the reason of his erection. Your heart missed a beat. All your body was on fire. You desired Leon. He was completely your style, even if it was the worst day of your life, you thought one or two times to kiss him someday. Your breath speed up and you two stood up, hesitating to make the first time.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t have loo-“ He started to say, scratching the back of his neck.

Too late to apologize, now you wanted him to.

“Kiss me.” You cut him, nervous. Was it right? Nobody could judge you at the moment, but morally… You were kind of lost.

Without a second thought, he broke the distance and slipped a hand on your cheek. Tenderly, he pressed his lips against yours for a passionate kiss. His free hand fell on your hip while your tongues lead a wild dance. It didn’t feel wrong. You were over the moon. It was like you have known him for years and you trusted him with your heart. Desire… Something hardly avoidable. Hands everywhere, seeking body warmth, discovering a new body. You admired his tone chest, tracing his abs and smooth skin with the tips of your fingers, sensually.

Apocalypse? It never existed.

Zombies? What is that?

Umbrella? Never heard of.

Your living nightmare faded through his kisses and strokes. Daydreaming was dangerous in this situation, the come-dawn we’ll be doubtlessly painful, but at this precise moment… You needed this. You couldn’t imagine what would happen in the next hours and you reminded yourself that life was short, especially these days… As far as possible, you had to enjoy this sweet and sexual moment.

Clothes littered the floor, you were lying on the couch with the beautiful bluish-grey eyes men between your legs. His peck and embraces heated your skin, feeling his lips brushing against your chest, a teasing look on his face, to arouse you like you never had been.

“I want you, Officer Kennedy.” You finally whispered in his ear which made him quiver with pleasure.

His thumb traveled to your heat and wet center, between your thighs. As he titillated your most sensible part, you closed your eyes and a light whimper escaped your lips. He was experienced, it was an evidence. You could feel your first orgasm rise and before you reached it, he stops his movements. You opened your eyelids and noticed he was stroking himself before considering penetrating you. Lightly, your fingers grazed his and you took his role. He let out some almost inaudible sighs of pleasure, arousing you even more.

Finally, he stopped you, seated himself at the entrance of your vagina, titillating it with his pinkish cock head.

“Stop playing…” you murmured with a smile. With one push, he was inside you.

“Oh God…” he groaned. You lightly moan together at the feeling. He let you adjust to his size before he started with backwards and forwards movements. Faster and more intense his thrusts were, the more you struggled to remain silent.

“Shh, Y/N…” He kissed you to make you silent as you tighten your legs around his hips, one hand on his butt to push his member farther inside you while the other played with his locks.

He accelerated the pace until the pleasure became intense. So intense that he moaned in his turn, trying to keep quiet by kissing your neck and putting a hand against your mouth. Nirvana was approaching for both of you. When your vagina tightened around his member during your orgasm, he lost control of his pace and it took him little time to enjoy his turn. The feeling of intense well-being and euphoria took hold of him, letting his hot semen spill into your vagina, filling you completely.

Slowly, his pelvic movements stopped, but he remained a few moments inside you to kiss you. You almost didn’t know each other, and yet there was such a strong connection between you two. Maybe even more than that… None of you had thought of putting on a condom, for lack of means, and the pleasure was so intense that he couldn’t pull out in time.

When he retired, he watched a few drops of his seed escaping from your walls. At the moment, he didn’t think of the consequences it could engender. He found it terribly exciting. He made you roll so that you found yourself above him and he held you in his arms.

“Incredible…” he murmured.

“Do not let me down after that, Leon…” you whispered, frightened of the future.

“Never. You and I are in the same boat… You are my partner in crime.” He claimed in a humorous tone before he stole you a kiss.

(Little joke aside of my friend @dsoinformationsfiles when I told her I wanted to write a smut with Leon aha)

Migraines (Albert Wesker x reader)

Pairing: Albert Wesker X reader

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for 11 fucking 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. :)

(And I wrote this on my phone, being tired... I'm sorry aha)

***

- You always suffered from ocular migraines... Or almost, at least since you were 11. It could happen at any time of the day for any reason: screen use, tiredness, bright light. The kind of ocular migraines that could make you vomit and feel dizzy. The only solution? Take medication, sleep in the dark, quietly.

- When you started dating Wesker, you knew he wanted to be with someone strong, at least mentally if not physically. For the first few months, you did everything you could to hide your ocular migraines from him and it worked. If you had one, you managed to keep it to yourself and you went to sleep. If you didn't answer the phone or texts for hours, you pretended you were swamped with work.

- Wesker found out one day. You'd been answering your messages only briefly for the past three days and seemed busier than usual. Since he had spare keys to your apartment, it didn't take him long to get to your home...

Your head hurt so much. It was throbbing. The pain spread from the top of your eye to the rest of your skull. Your stomach couldn't take it and you spilled the contents of your stomach into your toilet, flushed it, washed your hands and your mouth, then laid in bed. The shutters were down, at only 6pm, while it was still light. You had swallowed your second painkiller of the day, one that your doctor had given you, stronger than the basic medication. But even with this, it wasn't enough. You could have thought it was a brain tumor or some other disease, but all the medical tests showed you were perfectly healthy, except for the fact you had developed eye sensitivity and a loosening of those muscles.

You dreamed of banging your head against a wall, it was so horrible, so painful. You had been in bed all day. Every movement, even in bed, was torture.

Torture.

Nothing else.

And with every movement, tears threatened to escape from your eyes. Grimaces distorted the soft features of your face. Faint whimpers passed the barrier of your lips. You were so focused on your pain that you heard nothing. Nothing at all. Not even the click of the lock on your front door being unlocked, or the heavy footsteps of your boyfriend's and his expensive shoes.

Wesker wasn't the type to worry. No, far from it. He rarely felt pity. But if there was one thing he hated, it was the very few people who mattered to him being picked on by someone or something. There was William, his best friend, who had died. His niece Sherry, whom life had taken away from him, having become too different. Alex, too, the only one who understood him 100%. And you, his girlfriend. At first, you were an entertainment, a pretty young woman with whom he liked to share the pleasures of the flesh. Then, quickly, your personality charmed him, you had a dark aura. Dark because of what you had gone through in your life: betrayals in love, in friendship, a depression, but also because you didn't believe in humanity. You also knew how to be cultured, how to show that you had good taste, whether it was in gastronomy, music, painting or audiovisual. You were everything he was looking for in a companion, even if he had never looked for love. As a bonus, your I.Q. was high enough for me, to the point he was willing to give you his time. You were perfect for him. Or almost. You were still human, mortal, fragile. Everything he was no longer. You had no idea what he really was, it was too soon. All you knew was that he was a virologist, that he had worked for a multinational company, which had closed down because of his failings... But there were many, and you preferred to close your eyes to them. Eyes? Albert's eyes were different from anything you had seen since you were born. You liked this originality, even if he tried to keep his sunglasses on 80% of the time. Because of this same physical characteristic, he had no choice but to tell you more about himself: he had tested one of his researches on himself. Yet you still didn't know how dangerous he was. How much government agents like Chris Redfield had wanted him dead (without knowing he had failed)...

Or maybe you just refused to face the truth.

Either way, he hated seeing you sad, angry, or tired. When he saw you, lying in bed, curled up against yourself, eyes closed, face contorted into a grimace, he understood. He understood that you were suffering in some way. Your moans of pain confirmed his suspicions.

"Dearheart?"

Your heart missed a beat. You refused to let him seeing you so weak. Despite your affliction, you straightened up and opened your eyes. Immediately, the beating grew stronger and you placed your hand where it hurt.

"Albert... What are you doing here?" you asked, in a weak, hoarse, voice, the kind to carry pain. The blond man walked in your direction, bypassed the bed and sat on the edge, beside you. In spite of his glasses, you knew his reptilian eyes were probing you for an answer. Or rather, he was ordering you to explain what was happening to you.

"I'm in pain. I've been suffering from ocular migraines for at least 15 years... It has been going on for three days and it's just... Hellish."

"Why didn't you tell me, Y/N?"

His hand slid over your chest and he tipped you back, gently. For once, he took off his sunglasses, then scanned you for a moment. His lips formed a line. His eyebrows furrowed a little. A flicker of concern flitted across his eyes. He didn't feel sick to his stomach that you were suffering, no. But he did feel sympathy, which was rare. He sympathized and worried, because he didn't know how much pain you were in.

"Close your eyes."

You complied and let him replace the pillow under your head, as best as he could. Before he was a virologist, a scientist, he was also a doctor. His profession meant he knew the human body by heart. He was able to create viruses, destroy them, perform surgery on many things and heal people. By extension, he knew how to get rid off ocular migraines. Wesker wasted no time. He went to your bathroom and grabbed a washcloth which he moistened with cold water. Back in your room, he slipped it on where the pain pounded the most in your skull. Then he looked through your things and found some essential oils. Without waiting, he applied them to the right areas and massaged you, even though it made you wince. Finally, he returned with a bottle of water, found in your fridge, which he forced you to gulped. Each time he performed a new action, he explained to you why it was important. After a while, he took off his shoes and undressed to join you under the covers of your bed, to keep you under observation, in his arms. When you finally fell into the arms of Morpheus, he took a look at the medication you were taking. Strong pills, but not enough.

"My love, I promise to find a solution so you'll never have to suffer again..." he whispered in your ear, determined to develop a treatment specifically for you.

- From that day on, Wesker worked on finding a treatment for your body, your pain, when he wasn't manipulating viruses.

- When you had an ocular migraine, he treated you very gently, without infantilizing you.

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What do you think? I hope you liked it. I wanted to read something like this, since I suffer from ocular migraines. And I know it's pretty common... So, you're welcome aha

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