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On his backseat (Joel Miller x reader)

Warning: smut, age gap (reader in her 20s), unprotected sex, slight breeding kink + wrap your biscuit, please

Disclaimer: English isn't my native language (I'm french), so you can correct me if you spot some mistakes :)

Bonus: a meme at the end

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All day long, a crazy tension had built up between you and Joel, at first for a silly little thing, but he refused to agree with you, when you were absolutely right. Then, the tension had built up so much between the two of you, that it had metamorphosed and soon, the older man's hands had been wandering, though discreet.

“I'm going to go. I'm leaving you and don't kill each other!” Ellie joked.

With these words, she slammed the door of the car you had repaired and leaved the garage you had just entered. You would even say that she was running away from you, undoubtedly uncomfortable because of the tension that had gradually built up in the car, but which she probably didn't imagine would be sexual. From time to time, when Ellie was reading one of his comics, he had kept his hand on your thigh, which he stroked, knowing what effect it had on you. She had preferred to leave as soon as possible and give you time to explain yourself with Miller, while she rested in the house where you had taken up residence for two days, the time to search this cute town from top to bottom. Once she was inside the mansion, you turned your attention to your lover... Of course, Ellie didn't know the true nature of your relationship: friend by day, sexfriend by night.

"Well... would it kill you to admit I was right about that damn alarm?"

"You weren't right. We should have been more careful..." he growled.

"Oh yeah, sure, and spend three hours on an alarm system to disconnect it, when it doesn't even take us ten minutes to get all the weapons back." you retorted, sarcastically.

Miller grumbled, but the sound of it brought a smile to your face, because the old man always made you laugh one way or another. Then he met your eyes and a glint of mischief flashed in his eyes. You slid a hand over his chest and felt his heartbeat under your palm; a sensation you'll never forget. His lips parted, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes to know the moment. Your fingers slid over his warm skin in gentle caresses as you admired the masculine beauty of his body. Then your phalanges slid lower and traced the contours of his abs. A sigh escaped from his lips, which pushed you to unbuckle his seat belt, then the one holding his pants, which you made fall. Its excitation was felt, a bump formed in its boxer, that you touched with malice, before releasing it from this confined space.

A wave of heat ran through you as you wrapped your hand around his member, feeling the velvety texture of his skin. You began slow and gentle back and forth movements, under the spell of the intensity present in his eyes. Joel gasped, so that his hands clutched your hips as you increased the pressure in my movements. Your free hand explored the skin of his chest, then his thighs, until you felt his breath catch. You peppered him with kisses until his desire stretched like a bow.

"Baby..." he growled, sliding a hand into your hairline.

Your heart pounded against your rib cage as you knelt on the car seat, staring at your partner. Your fingers kept on caressing him skillfully, being the source of the accumulation of pleasure in his belly. Slight grunts broke through the barrier of his lips and made your hair stand on end. God knows how beautiful he was, that expression of desire portrayed on his face, eyebrows furrowed, sweat beading his gray brows. Again, you stared at his body, admiring his chiseled abs and broad chest, before lingering on the throbbing erection before you. Then, you wrapped his length in your wet mouth. You felt him harden further and moan in response to your movements, so much so that his hips undulated. Your tongue ran along his member, while your lips worked their magic around him. His hands tangled in your hair as you titillated him, encouraging his pleasure, so that he struggled to contain himself. Your tongue played with his red tip and his whole member throbbed in your mouth, as if he was already approaching orgasm. Yet you knew Joel wouldn't accept such a thing; he was always holding back to make you cum first.

"Fuck... You're going to drive me crazy..."

Soon, you could no longer contain your desire and you gave in to your desires. You climbed onto his thighs and felt the heat radiate between your boiling bodies. You undulated your hips over his boner and placed kisses on his neck, before you rubbed yourself on one of his muscular thighs. Your movements became frantic and desperate, as if the world was about to end another time.

The warm night air washed over your skin, but the coolness inside the car was gentle. Your heart was pounding, a delicious mixture of desire and fear... The fear of getting caught with your hand in the cookie jar. Joel wrapped his strong arms around your waist and pressed his lips to your neck. You moaned softly, your body aching deliciously from his touch. Your hands clutched at his shirt, pulling him to feel his body closer to yours. His lips follow yours in a fiery kiss. Electric sparks flew through you with each touch and caress.

Dizzy with desire, you pulled him into the backseat. His hands peeled away layers of you as you mimicked him between feverish kisses. Soon you were naked, on your knees, with your butt against him, giving him a magnificent view of your pussy. With his experienced fingers, he teased your clitoris, with which he played, while stroking your breasts. You were already wet and ready for him, but you felt no shame. Sex was one of the pleasures still present on this earth, especially when you were on the road like you. And your body knew full well that you were meant to fuck with him, it worked so well between the two of you... The pleasure climbed and your first moans of pleasure echoed through the cabin, as your fingers gripped the fabric of the backseat.

"Joel..."

He also knew what rhythm to take with your clit; he was playing with your emotions and your body. When he felt you on the verge of orgasm, he stopped and you squealed. Before you knew it, his warm tongue slid along your labia, drawing the contours of your clitoris, then one of his fingers brushed the entrance to your vagina. Another moan of pleasure forced its way through your lips and you nearly collapsed forward, but her strong arms held your thighs back.

"You taste like honey... I could eat your pussy all night..."

Your heart was pounding, banging against your ribcage violently, so you were begging him to make you reach nirvana. Without delay, the orgasm hit you full force, your legs shook and the euphoria poured into your veins in the form of powerful waves of shivers.

Then, with his hands on your hips, his cock pushed into you, drawing a moan of pleasure from you as he grunted. You were so tight and hot that he threw his head back for two seconds, his jaw clenched, and then he watched your two sexes joined together; an erotic sight that made him shudder. It was as if your pussy had been molded for his thick, long cock. A perfection he relished and enjoyed as often as possible. Finally, he moved inside you, a touch that filled you with more desire, made you quiver and tremble. Nothing else mattered at that moment; just you and the sweet union of your bodies. Your bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, the sound of your labored breaths filling the air of the car. The sound of wet skin slapping accompanied your song of pleasure, which you tried to restrain, to avoid Ellie from hearing you, just in case.

"Oh shit... Joel... Don't stop..."

"I don't plan on stopping..." he whispered in your ear, in a suave voice.

You held on to this moment and let his love consume you in your wholeness. You were enjoying the moment, knowing that it won't last forever. For now, you were loving the delicious sensation he was producing in your lower abdomen. His powerful hands, anchored on your waist, drew you closer to him, your back against his chest, in a carnal embrace.

Without ever ceasing his sinful movements inside me, his lips traveled the delicate skin of your neck, your faces illuminated by the moonlight, resulting in a romantic and intimate atmosphere...

"Fill me up... Don't pull out..." you moaned.

"Oh God..." he growled. He was aware that cumming inside you was a bad idea, it wasn't like you were taking birth control, but the idea of his cum filling your hot, wet pussy amplified his pleasure. He was already picturing you with a nice round belly once you got back to Tommy's.

The excitement of getting caught fed the burning fire in your veins. You made the moment last as long as possible, until you both climaxed with moans. Your pussy pulsed around his thick cock and milk him dry. Your heart was pounding, beads of sweat ran down your skin and you were shaking. His seed spilled into you as his hot breath rushed down your neck.

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Sorry, Ellie... For the backseat you're gonna spend another bunch of hours on.

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Privacy - Albert Wesker x reader

Request: I hope this is okay by you, I’d like to request for Albert Wesker x reader that has avoidant personality disorder, and despite it being a challenge, they still want to study psychology? :) I’ve seen you do BPD one tho so feel free to deny this one! Thank you :)

Warning: none

Disclaimer: English isn't my native language (I'm french), so you can correct me if you spot somes mistakes :)

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Having Avoidant Personality Disorder was no fun at all and that’s why you interested Wesker.

Let me explain: Wesker doesn't like when his s/o has many friends, it’s harder to manipulate you. The fact you’re mostly staying at home, having no friends and being sensitive is perfect. You’re making his job easier. At first, he doesn’t know you have a disorder, he just thinks you have anxiety, you’re shy and maybe have trust issues.

But at some point, he’s gonna notice you’re easily hurt by criticism, which is a problem since Albert loves when everything is perfect. He doesn’t always have filter when he speaks.

But at some point, you were too often at home, only studying with your psychology books and that pissed him off. Why? First, at some point, you could understand he’s a manipulative bitch. Second, he can’t hide all the terrible things he does.

One day, he killed one of his scientists. The guy was about to betray him, to give his positions either to the BSAA or the DSO. He made a mess with that guy and even if he cleaned himself in the labs, he came home really late, with his clothes in a bag. When you heard the door of your home being opened, you joined him, but frowned when you smelled that slight ferrous scent… 

“Albert… What is that..?”

“Not your business, Y/N.” he groaned as he walked to the bathroom. But you were so worried about him. You followed him, not understanding what was happening. Your heartbeat quickened.

“Albert…” you tried again.

“What do you want?! I told you it wasn’t your problem. You’re always here and I can’t even have some privacy! Can’t you just have a life and go out from time to time?!”

His words were harsh. Like a blade piercing your heart. It felt like falling from a cliff. 

Tears fogged your eyes, while your hands trembled. You shook your head and ran to your bedroom…

“Y/N, wait!”

…where you locked yourself in to make sure he didn't come in. Technically, he could break in, but you knew he wouldn't. You threw yourself onto your soft bed, as tears streamed down your face. You burst into tears, as he made your heart burst without mercy. You knew that Albert was a hard man, demanding, not easy to live with, but you didn't think he would spit those difficult words in your face. You always tried to be perfect, in fear of disappointing him, and now he saw you as a nuisance... You were lost and didn't know what to do.

Two weeks ago, he blamed you for acting awkwardly in public, but what he didn’t seem to understand is that social interactions with people around you makes you uncomfortable. Actually, you were self-conscious in social situations, afraid to embarrass yourself. Even worse, your poor self-image doesn't help at all.

Wesker knocked on the door, feeling guilty about what he said to you. 

He rarely felt this way, but he loved you and he knew that spewing nastiness like this could only damage your relationship. He let out a sigh and scratched the back of his neck, looking for the right words...

"Honey, open the door, please."

You didn't answer, too absorbed in the pain. Lately, Albert had begun to understand that something was wrong, and he was suspicious. You could have just gotten mad at him or taken it out on yourself, but instead, you had burst into tears... The realization hit him hard. Of course, you had Avoidant Personality Disorder and he was so focused on his projects that he didn’t see that.

"Y/N, open the door. I apologize, I was really stupid and mean. Now open up, we need to talk. I know you have Avoidant Personality Disorder and it’s okay. It doesn't change how I feel about you..." he sighed.

He knew you would eventually come out to have a talk with him. He was going to reassure you and... continue to manipulate you, obviously.

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Albert Wesker as a father

Request: Loved your latest writing! How do you think Wesker would be as a father? 

Warning: none

Disclaimer: English isn't my native language (I'm french), so you can correct me if you spot somes mistakes :)

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In my opinion, Albert Wesker would have several facets as a father:

He loves his children very much and pampers them with wealth and gifts.

He’s authoritarian and strict, he received a very difficult education from Umbrella in his childhood, and even if he’s not terrible as a dad, he has high expectations concerning his child or children. They will have to work hard with science and combat to make him proud. He’s making heirs after all!

“Dad, I’m tired…”

“Tired, not exhausted. Keep working hard. How do you think you can survive if you’re not able to get up faster? Our enemies won’t be courteous!”

Unfortunately, he’s the kind of father who experiments on his children to understand their bodies, their system and how to improve them with viruses like he did to himself. It can lead to some little abuses, but when he realizes this, he stops immediately.

The kind of father who makes sure his kids don't go to regular school, but are home-schooled by the best teacher, before they go to the best universities.

He helps them in all the steps of their lives and listens to them, ready to do anything for them... And it can be a little too extreme. For example, if a boy humiliates his daughter, he may well be using him as a guinea pig.

“What did you say? Cheating on you? Where does he live?”

“No, just don’t…”

“I will find out. It’s just a matter of time. He will look good as a tyrant, more muscular than he ever dreamed of.”

He pays for all the activities he wants. On the other hand, they have to become virologists, because he expects a serious and talented succession.

The kind of father who never forgets any important day for his children, he is always there for them: first day of school, sports competitions, etc.

For Jake: it would have been the same, if he had known he got a woman pregnant. But now, since his son works for the American government, he doesn’t talk to him. Maybe on rare occasions, behind the back of the government, to answer his question… And to manipulate him. Since Jake looks like him physically and mentally, he would be happy that his older child joins the whole Wesker clan.

“You’re my blood Jakob, you have everything to be one of the most powerful men on earth. People and governments are ungrateful, why losing your time with this?”

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The anon who asked for AvPD! :) Indeed these two are similar. So I’ll add some of my experience with it? :)

S/O mostly stays at home, reading about psychology, it’s just something interesting to them in a way… they don’t actually have friends and perhaps when Wesker is harsh with his words that she’s mostly at home, she doesn’t take kindly, closes the door in front of his face and stays in the room, crying?

Sorry for some English mistakes 😅 (if there are any)

It's published ;)

hi! Can I request Wesker x female reader where they get in a fight and Wesker says something hurtful (something that really affects and hurts the reader), reader storms out and Wesker later realizes his mistake and goes find her and apologizes? Thank you In advance 💝

Hey! It kinda looks like what I wrote for my work called "Privacy" with Albert too, so it would be kinda similar and I don't have many ideas for this 🥺