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happy74827 · 17 days

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Conflicted, Yet Certain

[Albert Wesker x Agent!Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Tension rises when you refuse to do what Wesker orders. The result? Well, it's nothing short of explosive {GIF Creds: @monsieurphantom}.

WC: 2611

Category: Spice/Lime, Insane Amount of Sexual Tension {TW: Choking, Slamming into Trees (lmao), Wesker being a lil bitch}.

I’m going to be so real with all of you rn. I’m not a complete stranger to Resident Evil; I know some things (most all relating to Leon and Ethan 😏), but in terms of Wesker… yeah, I dunno THAT much. I did lots and lots of Google research solely because I discovered him through an edit (I’m also aware of the Separate Ways DLC, too, don’t worry), and he’s cool asf. So, bada boom, this oneshot was born.

And I don’t want to toot my own horn, but I think I pretty much nailed him. Personality-wise, that is. And @yoursacredqueenmother, don’t you come for me. You knew this was going to happen.

So, with that out of the way, enjoy this fic that I spent way too much time on :)

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It was like a gush of wind. One minute, you were staring into the dark abyss of his shades, free to move, and the next, you were against a tree with a firm hand gripping your neck. No matter how many times you were reminded of his inhuman strength, it always caught you off guard.

"I asked you a question,"

Wesker was standing so close that your bodies were almost touching, his grip tightening every second that passed without a response. His free hand moved from his side to rest on the knife on his hip. Your eyes moved down to the weapon, and he let out a low, almost guttural, chuckle.

"What, are you afraid?"

He pressed the blade against your cheek. The cold steel made your skin burn, and you winced as it cut into your skin. He held it there, watching you struggle. You didn’t try to push him away or escape the pain, but you didn’t give him the answer he was looking for, either.

You looked up at him stiffly and gave him a look that was equal parts hate and disgust. He was always playing these games, pushing you, taunting you, testing you. You knew he wanted you to react, to show him that he had any effect on you.

He removed the knife from your face, and you exhaled a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Wesker didn't remove his hand from your neck, though. Instead, he ran his glove-covered fingers across your cheek, wiping away the blood from the small cut on your cheek.

"I expected better of you," He paused, and you felt his nails dig into your skin, "And, more importantly, I expect my orders to be followed."

Your heart skipped a beat as you heard the unspoken threat in his words. You couldn’t stop the shudder that went through your body, and the scariest thing about the whole situation was that you weren’t sure if it was fear or arousal.

His grip on your neck loosened, and you relaxed, letting your head fall forward slightly. You knew that, at this point, Wesker was just waiting for an answer, and you had nothing left to lose by giving it to him.

"I won't do it."

"Excuse me?"

He tightened his grip on your neck and lifted your head up to look him in the eye. Your heart raced, and you could feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins.

"I won't do it. And you can't make me."

Wesker scoffed and took a step back, letting go of you completely. You took a deep breath and watched him intently, waiting for him to strike again.

He didn’t, surprisingly. He just stood there, looking at you. It was a real pain how he could see right through you, and all you had were his damn glasses.

"You can't make me," You repeated. It was shocking how much confidence you had in that statement, especially given that Wesker could break you in half if he wanted to, but despite everything, you were defiant.

He tilted his head, his lips curved into a smirk. His posture was casual, and, while you were still tense, his attitude was the complete opposite of what it was a few minutes ago.

"I think you'll find that I can."

There was no trace of the threatening, sadistic man you were so used to dealing with. Instead, he was calm, almost charming, but it didn't change the fact that you didn't trust him for a second.

He took a step towards you and then another. Before you could move, his hand was on the back of your neck, pulling you closer.

"You will do as I say because if you don't," He paused and leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "Chris will be the one who has to deal with your mistakes."

It was a low blow, and, as much as you wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, you knew he was right. There was no way you were going to put Chris in any kind of danger. Not now. Not ever.

Wesker chuckled. The sound was dark and full of amusement. He was enjoying the power he had over you, and you hated it.

"You'll do what I say, won't you?"

You didn't reply, but it didn't matter. You were both aware that he was right. He knew that, no matter what, you would follow his orders. He knew that if it came down to it, you would give up everything for the sake of protecting Chris.

You felt Wesker's hands loosen, and he stepped away, putting some distance between the two of you. He seemed pleased with your decision, his smirk growing wider as he watched you.

"Now, go and prove yourself useful, my dear," Wesker commanded, the amusement gone from his voice.

He turned his back to you and began to walk away, but you couldn’t leave it like that. You couldn't just stand there and watch him leave.

You rushed forward and grabbed his arm, an act that he fully expected and allowed but not one that was welcome. He spun around and grabbed your wrist, twisting it painfully. If he weren’t so precise in his movements, he would have broken it.

You didn’t bother tugging or fighting his grip. You just stood there and stared up at him, waiting for him to say something.

He didn't. Instead, he just looked down at you. It was a different kind of stare. Not one that was filled with amusement or anger but curiosity. He was curious about what you were doing. He was curious about what kind of game you were trying to play.

"I'm not afraid of you."

Wesker raised an eyebrow. You could almost hear the sarcasm in his voice when he spoke.

"Oh, I'm well aware."

He released your wrist, his touch lingering longer than necessary. You flexed your fingers and rubbed at the spot where he grabbed you, trying to ease the ache.

You weren't afraid of him, but that didn't mean that you weren't intimidated by him. It didn't mean that you weren't cautious. After all, he was stronger and faster than you, and his control was unmatched.

"Why don't you go run along to Redfield now, Agent," Wesker said, his tone almost teasing, "I'm sure he'll be delighted to hear of your obedience."

You didn't wait around to listen to any more of his taunts. Something took over, something that made you do something really, really stupid.

You walked straight up to him, no words spoken, no thoughts shared, just pure, unadulterated instinct. Inches away from him, you pushed yourself up onto the tips of your toes and smacked your palm against his cheek.

His head snapped to the side, his eyes most likely wide, and his mouth slightly parted. The slap didn't hurt, or at least, it didn't affect him physically, but it was enough to shock him. He didn't expect that.

He turned his gaze back to you, his jaw clenching and his fists balled up. His shoulders tensed, and you could see the annoyance written all over his face.

"Do it again."

Stern and cold, his voice was low and full of warning. A part of you told you to walk away, to get out of there while you still had the chance, but the other part of you refused.

Your hands trembled slightly, but you didn't back down. You’ve been holding it in for so long, so agonizingly long, and this was your chance to do something, to let go, even if it was just for a second.

For once, you didn't care about the consequences, or the punishment, or the fact that, at that moment, Wesker could very well kill you.

You slapped him again. Tried to, anyway. He was too fast, and before your hand could reach his face, he grabbed your wrist again. He pulled you forward, twisting your arm behind your back, and held you against him.

His other hand was on the back of your head, forcing it up so that you were looking him straight in the eyes. Except, again, you couldn’t. Not with those fucking sunglasses in the way.

He leaned down, his lips only a few inches from yours. You could feel his breath on your skin, warm and heavy, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

"Do it."

This time, there was no malice or mockery in his voice. No, he wasn't telling you to hit him. He was giving you permission.

Your heart was racing, and your legs felt weak. It was so much, and you weren't sure how much more you could take. You hated him, God, did you hate him.

But, at the same time, there was something about him that drew you in. Something that made your pulse quicken, and your stomach churn. Something that made your head spin and your palms sweat. Something that made you want him, even if you didn't want to admit it.

And, as much as you hated him, as much as you loathed him, you couldn't help but want him.

He was a monster. He was evil. He was everything you had spent years fighting against, but there was no denying the attraction you felt towards him.

The heat of his body was overwhelming, and the smell of him, a mix of leather and gunpowder, was intoxicating. His grip on your hair tightened, forcing you closer, and you were sure he could hear the way your breathing hitched.

"Come on, dear," He taunted, that mocking, sinister tone back in his voice, "Don’t tell me you're losing your nerve."

That was it. That was all it took. You didn’t know what came over you, but suddenly, your hand was on the back of his neck, and you were crashing your lips against his.

It was messy and rough, and there was so much anger, hate, and lust behind it. Wesker returned the kiss, his lips moving against yours, and he let go of your hair and the arm he had pinned behind your back.

His hands moved to your waist, gripping tightly, and you grabbed a fistful of his hair. He let out a low growl deep in his throat and pushed you backward.

The next thing you knew, your back was once again thrown against the nearest tree. It wasn’t as painful this time, mostly due to the adrenaline coursing through your veins and Wesker taking the initiative to move his arm to the back of your neck to soften the impact.

The bark was rough against your skin, and the scent of pine was strong, but none of it mattered. Not with the way his hands found your thighs, lifting them up to wrap around his waist.

Not with the way his teeth bit and nipped at your bottom lip, drawing blood. Not with the way his tongue soothed the wounds, tasting the coppery fluid.

Not with the way his hips rolled against yours, drawing out a moan from the back of your throat.

Wesker pulled away and trailed kisses along your jaw, moving to the side of your neck. You gasped and bucked your hips as his teeth scraped against the sensitive flesh.

He chuckled, the vibration of his voice against your skin making your head spin, and moved his hand from the back of your neck to hold the sides of your face.

He was so close. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, the warmth of his body contrasting the cool air around you.

You wanted to reach up and rip those fucking sunglasses off his face to finally see what was hidden behind them. You wanted to look him in the eyes, to see what kind of expression was on his face.

You wanted to know if he felt the same way you did, the same fire, the same desire.

You wanted to know if he hated you as much as you hated him.

Instead, you ran your fingers through his hair, grabbing and tugging at it, causing him to growl against your neck. His lips were still on your skin, sucking and biting at the delicate flesh, and his hands were exploring every inch of you.

His hands roamed, and you closed your eyes, savoring the sensation of his touch. Your head was clouded with desire, and you could barely focus.

It was all happening so fast. Too fast. Your body was on fire, and, for a moment, you forgot who you were with and what he had done. You forgot the pain and the suffering and the lives that had been lost.

You forgot it all, and, just for a moment, it felt good. It felt right. It felt like you were meant to be together in every way.

Wesker was no fool, and he certainly didn't miss the change in your breathing or the way your muscles relaxed under his touch. He could hear your heartbeat, the rhythmic thumping growing quicker and louder as his hands moved lower, and he could smell the scent of arousal in the air.

He pulled away and looked down at you, the corner of his lips twisted into a smug smirk. He could see the look in your eyes, the haze that was covering them. He could feel the heat of your skin and the way it prickled under his touch.

He knew what you were thinking and what you were feeling, and he could use it to his advantage.

"So, this is how to get through to you," He mused, his voice low and teasing, "Interesting."

And just like that, reality set back in.

Your eyes snapped open, and, as if you were being electrocuted, your body went rigid. Wesker took a step back and released you from his grasp, watching intently as you fell to the ground.

Your body was numb, and your head was spinning. You couldn't move, couldn't speak. You were frozen, unable to do anything but watch him.

"Well, well," He started, his eyes never leaving you, "Perhaps I was wrong about you."

He took another step back, putting more distance between the two of you. You looked up at him, your breath coming out in short, ragged gasps.

He tilted his head, his face showing a mixture of amusement and annoyance, and took another step back.

"Send my regards to Chris, won't you?"

Then, he was gone. Just like that, he disappeared, and you were left alone in the woods, struggling to understand what had just happened.

What had you done?

You didn't know, and, to be honest, you weren't sure you wanted to. All you knew was that you had fucked up big time.

You had let your guard down and shown him a weakness. You had given him the perfect opportunity to use you, and use you he did.

You stood there, your mind racing and your body aching. Your legs were weak, and your heart was pounding, and it took a while for your breathing to return to normal.

Goddamn it, what had you done?!

The question haunted you, and it continued to haunt you as you stumbled back towards the main street, where your car was parked.

You were completely and utterly fucked, and you had nobody to blame but yourself.

You got into your car and turned the ignition, the engine rumbling to life. You shifted into drive and pulled away; the only thing on your mind was how badly you needed a drink.

Or two.

Or three.

Damn it… What the hell had you done?

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that-butch-archivist · 8 days

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I'm not sure if this will take off but I'd love to be indulged. I just read through an old reddit thread where butches talked about what colognes they wore and liked, and got to thinking that it'd be fun to do the same.

#the archivist inquiries of the public #tumblr polls #polls #poll time #also honestly i'm a bit of a frag head #if that's the proper term #which i didn't used to be but then i started enjoying more and more being a pleasant sensory experience for people #and also sometimes the reactions of the girls gays and theys is. ahem. quite nice too #also i love wearing cologne and doing it better than men #it's like dress up but it isn't but if it makes homophobes mad then yes it is and i'm flipping them off while i do it #archivist talk #personally in my collection i've got one million lucky valentino's born in roma and then TF's oud wood and i recently got another #called bohemian lime #lush's lord of misrule is also ... mamma mia #i've got others but these are just the ones of note based on how other people have reacted lol #also shout out to old spice deodorant in all its many scents except for the part where it gives me a rash hate that part #lesbianism #dykery #butch posting #butch #butch lesbian #butch dyke #a butch dyke wants to know man talk to me #thatbutcharchivist

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musubiki · 3 months

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uh oh

#the cat witchs guild #the misc adventures of mochi and lime #tcwg #tmaomal #mochi #lime #limochi #spice #art #ocs #original #brain fog lime #all kinds of thoughts #he is for real seconds away from acting up #is this the seduction tactics? was his last coherent thought #its not. its just mochi hanging out #(you cant be this sexy and expect me to control myself) he thinks #he falls into this mindspace at least once a day its a miracle he hasnt unraveled yet

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witch-hat-strugglers · 5 months

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she dance

#its ya girl #coco #caramelldansen the night away ｳｯｰｳｯｰｳﾏｳﾏ(ﾟ∀ﾟ)#witch hat atelier #wha coco #artists on tumblr #animation #caramelldansen #tongari boushi no atelier #tbna #the strugglers struggle #stewing in some warm chicken lime broth with spices and vegetables

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formulaonedirection · 23 days

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Anyway back to me... here's my final condiment haul tally from my cross continental adventures

#I'm like 1/4 through the spiced honey mustard it's INSANELY good. huge rec #i might be halfway through the cilantro lime sauce already :/#i tried a bit of the smoked peach jam too it's DELICIOUS. I think it would be good with some meat I'm trying to think how to use it best

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smolderingtides · 5 months

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Devil &the deep seas

Inspired by Scwabes spleen et ideal+The Great Wave off Kanagawa by Hokusai. Because I said so.

#touchstarved hound #touchstarved ais #spice #lime

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morethansalad · 1 year

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Vegan Bánh Hỏi (Vietnamese Rice Vermicelli Woven)

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starlitwhispers · 4 months

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for you hesitate to love me 1500 words, lime/mochi for @musubiki a/n: girly this is homework, tell me what i did bad so i can write them better

He said, “We’re no longer kids, Moch.”

He said this, after breaking the news. Like a crystal ball dropped to the ground, shattering into a million pieces – those pieces being the words laid across the floor – sharp, deadly to the touch, drawing a line between them. She wasn’t quite too sure what to say in reply and as she struggled to find the words, her voice faltered and his expression remained the same.

The tip of his sneaker toed the ground as his head hung down. He was waiting for a response. And a response, he didn’t receive. After a couple minutes painstakingly passed, he rubbed the back of his neck in frustration and sighed. His frustration was not with her, no – he could never find fault with her. His anger and discontent lay solely with the situation as it was not his ideal. It was not his ideal… but it was his answer.

She watched as he turned his back to her and walked away. The moment he left her line of sight, he wouldn’t be the same person she knew. The same person she loved. In the worst way, he was off to become someone she could not trust, quite possibly her enemy. In the easiest way, as she told herself to ease her aching heart, he would return to her. It was fine, anyway, because she had decided her own path as well – without telling him in the first place.

But when she turned her back to his, her heart began to ache. When would they see each other again? The young witch had been sure, very sure, when she returned, he would be there waiting. Time had progressed for her on her own journey, a metamorphosis through magic and growth. And when she returned, he wasn’t there waiting, like she had thought. As she wandered with her eyes glancing around for a glimpse of his orange hair, she found no such thing.

Perhaps, he could really change too, after all.

Days began to pass. She worked harder on her spells and her beloved familiar purred with praise and pride. Days turned into months and her mother said she could have more responsibility with the cafe. She spent more time learning about something called ‘FIFO’ for the stock in the back. Months turned into what felt like an eternity and her hair had grown a bit longer, sometimes more puffy depending on the weather.

And finally, he had come back.

In truth, really not much time had passed, it was all relative. But to Mochi, without him around, it could have been years and she wouldn’t have known it. A day without seeing him felt like forever. And for Lime, the feeling was quite the same – although, she didn’t know that. For all these years they had known each other, there had always been this thin wall between them. Faint hints and unsure mumblings about the other which barely passed them by – with a singular, clear message:

I love you.

But with this decision, the wall between them had become stronger, wider and something she was unsure to touch. If she hadn’t been certain of whether to cross that boundary before he left, she had a more conclusive idea now. Lime had always been his own person to her, but looking at him in that getup was more than she could take. It was if they lived in separate worlds–

Funny. Funny how she felt what he had felt for so long. This… untouchability, this uncrossable bridge, of difference in ability and personhood. And in the midst of the difference, they shared the same heart.

He walked around town with that girl for weeks, running around waving new weapons, and living his life without needing her. She wasn’t sure how to approach him, only he could really do that, so he did just that. And somehow, he found himself standing before her, in the privacy of her home, with no one else around.

Her eyes looked him up and down, conflicting feelings of desire and heartache boiling inside all at once. And they stood apart, staring at the other not as children, high school friends, or classmates, but as a man and a woman. Yet, yet, yet, flashed in her mind; but, but, but! He’d been initiated as a member of the very organization that stands against her kind. How could she ever dare love this specific mortal? If it hadn’t felt like taboo before, it sank like a pit in her stomach now.

Now, his eyelids slowly blinked as his gaze soaked every inch of her in. They both had changed so much, but in his belief, she stayed the same Mochi. Beautiful, kind, and a storm of emotion and pondering behind her eyes. But this time, she was hesitating, he could see it. It must be the clothes, he thought, they say they make the man, after all.

And made him they did.

All this time, he had been running after her. He had been trying to close this gap but somehow instead took one step forward and three steps back. He wasn’t compensating anymore, he knew this, confidently. So, he would now step forward without the distance continuing to grow. When he stepped forward, she tried to step away and he reached out to stop her. For the first time. And he could reach her.

“Mochi, please stop,” he began, his voice low and earnest.

The seriousness in his words finally caused her to meet his gaze. Her eyes had been avoiding his face ever since the moment she noticed how handsome he had become. She could barely hear him over the sound of her beating heart.

“W-What?” She finally managed to reply, a crack in her voice followed by uneasiness.

He didn’t like this. He liked when Mochi was herself around him, when she was comfortable, laughing, and smiling. But then he thought to himself, how long had it been since he last saw that version of her? How long had it been since they had… been themselves together? He didn’t train this hard for her to push him away again. He loved her more than she could understand, more than the stars could explain, and more than whatever cosmic force might try to keep them apart. He would tear any opposing forces apart and down and inside out to have her.

Gently, he grasped a few strands of her hair. He felt the ends of it on his thumb, lovingly peering down at the locks. And then, his gaze trailed up to her blushing and adamant face. His eyes ever so steadfast and sincere, he finally responded to her.

“I’m not running on some baseball field anymore and you’re… you’re not struggling with 3rd period physics anymore. I’m not running anymore, but you – you are… Stop running away from me, stop… hesitating.”

She swallowed, the resolution in his voice caught her off guard, and somehow, hurt her feelings. Her? Running away? She wasn’t sure if she was ready to face the music, hadn’t that been the case? She was running away? No, she needed to stay strong, feign ignorance.

“What does some soldier from the M34TH want with me, some witch?” She answered, turning her face away from his.

He stepped closer, their bodies barely an inch apart. He lowered his face closer to hers, his gaze piercing with sincerity and a fire she had known before behind his eyes. “As far as I’m concerned, I’m not just some soldier and you’re not just some witch, but if you’re stressing that beautiful head of yours out about it, allow me to clarify.”

His large, calloused hand swiftly found its way to her waist, while the other gently cradled her jaw tilting upwards. Within seconds he closed the distance between their lips and pressed their bodies together. How long had he been waiting for his moment, to claim what he felt was unclaimable? When he pulled away, he brushed his thumb across her lips, which she quickly pushed away and hid her face within his chest.

What had he just done? He broke the wall, he crossed the line – he had done what she kept herself from doing for so long. He stopped hesitating. Her fingers gripped the sides of his coat and she pushed her face harder into his chest. She felt too many things, too many conflicting thoughts swirling, but above it all it told her this may change everything.

And, in true Lime fashion, “this won’t change anything,” he said. As if reading her mind, he responded with the words she needed to hear. “But let me have this today, where you’re not some witch and I’m not some officer.”

She pulled back and looked up at him, her cheeks flushed. “And what about tomorrow, when I decide to hesitate again? What about tomorrow, when I have to be who I really am, a witch, and you have to put that uniform on?”

Wrapping his arms around her, he snuggled his chin into the nape of her neck. “No matter what day it is, you’re still Mochi and I’m still Lime.”

#musubiki #the cat witchs guild #limochi #the misc adventures of mochi & lime #tcwg #tmaomal #i rly wanted to finish this before my program starts bc then i will be virtually dead for a year smh #which i did!!! bc my first class starts in fifteen minutes lMAO #i thought lime talked too much in this.... very awk n i apologize for how ooc this may be babe #i rly hope u enjoy it i tried akdkdk #BUT LMK WHAT I DID WRONG... im taking notes so i can do better next time #i wanted to do more steamy words but... the spice left me... idk why

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hypocriticalspicewrites · 6 months

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🦇~FruitBats Drabble~🍒

17+ Beyond this point! Contains suggestive content not meant for younger audiences, so if you're bit looking for spicy writing, keep on rollin brother. Also never really written anything like this, so reboots and feedback is appreciated if you decide to stick around and read~! 🩷🖤🩷

Chrysta had just been turned only a few months ago by her four mates, and she seemed to be adapting well to the vampire life, especially if it meant being with her boys.

However, there were a few things she was still getting used to... This was completely new and difficult for her to adapt to.

Chrysta was in heat. A rut, if you will - which is usually a once or twice in a year routine most vampires went through. Hell, even the boys have gone through it countless times in their immortal lives... But Chrysta? The sweet thing wasn't handling it well.

The scent if her heat had filled the cave, and immediately brought all the boys in the cave over to her nest like a both to a flame, watching the way she tossed and turned, restlessly gripping at her sickly stomach.

It was David who decided to take the daring step forward toward the dancing shadows in the dim candlelight, tugging at the silky and sheen fabric that worked as a curtain shielding the nest, pulling it away with his two fingers to peer in and see its treasure inside.

He couldn't help but fight the grin that creeped onto his lips like a kid on Christmas day. His icy eyes scanned over his woman curled into herself, her bare back bounced with heavy pants, body turned to face away from the four coven members all circled around watching like dogs waiting to be fed.

"Having a good time in there?" David asked, earning a few grunts and snickers from the three boys behind him.

Chrysta's pointed ears twitched, her breathing hitched, and her body seemed to freeze. A low growl purrs from her throat, hearing the taunting being sent her way. The response was odd coming from her, she was such a sweet little lady to her boys and everyone else, but it's obvious the heat made her more irritated and aggressive- it usually was a worse time for female vampires.

She rolled over, her back hitting the rocky wall behind her as she finally made eye contact.

Her fangs were bared, and her eyes glowed that feirce yellow with firey rims. Her body was uncontrollably hot, her pale skin slicked with sweat that glistened in the dim lights, and her brunette curls were all over the place, hiding the bottom half of her face into them and the pillow as she growled and hissed, muffled by the sheets.

Her silky tanktop slipped her shoulders as she tried clawing at it. The silky fabric did anything but comforted it and worsened the irritation of her sensitive breasts.

David had knelt to her level where her face was hidden away, pursing his lips out and cooing at her mockingly. "Oh, you poor thing, you're barely keeping it together, baby."

She didn't speak - even if she could very much do so. She just watched them through her thick lashes, like a Vixen. Fat tears fell from her unblinking eyes she refused to avert from David as though she expected him to make a sudden move if she even blinked. It stimulated her poor body to a point that she couldn't control the tears rolling down her rosey cheeks. Her eyes narrowed as she heard them mockingly coo and tease her.

Chrysta didn't want to be so hissy at her mates, but this heat was so bad it almost hurt. She couldn't help but get defensive if they even made one more step towards her. Her fangs felt too big for her mouth, sore and aching deep in her gums and itching to sink into flesh.

"Come on, Chrissie," David brought his hand over to her face- the second he did it was like Marko, Paul, and Dwayne leaned in dramatically to watch and see the outcome of his choice.

"I know what you're feeling, Chrissie, but throwing a fit won't help... Why don't you let your boys help you out?" He spoke quiet, but his tone wasn't soft or comforting, his fingertips brushed over her forehead, moving away her bangs.

The second she laser-focused on David's hand, she was growling, her lips curling back to reveal her fangs as her pupils shrunk. The hair on the back of her neck raised.

Her hand immediately shot out for his face, her claws barely grazing at his jaw before he quickly reeled away with ease. The action got the boys laughing and hollering.

Given Chrysta's condition, what was hers was hers. especially her personal space. Even when she was starting to enter her heat, Max himself had told the boys to leave her alone till she willingly gave into it and came to them to help her. They knew what they were doing.

David didn't fight an amused chuckle himself, feeling some sort of sadistic rush as the anticipation and adrenaline pumped through his veins at the quick dodge of her attack, craning his head back to show of the faint and barely visible graze marks along his cheek toward his lip. He was looking pretty prideful in the marks his lady left on him.

Paul made a drawn out 'O' noise as he strutted toward the opposite side if David, crouching doen and stroking two of his fingers up and down her ankles, flashing a toothy grin as his ocean blue eyes scanned her figure. "Wanna leave me a few of them scratches down my back, Dime piece?"

He swiftly reached toward the back of her thigh, taking a good chunk of her plush skin between his fingers and pinching it - which quickly got him the reaction he was looking for.

Chrysta let out a shrill yelp, throwing her arm out and hitting Paul's chest before lashing out her other hand, fingers splayed out and sharp nails ready to cut. But Paul stumbled back quickly, falling into Dwayne’s arms, who caught his friend as his back hit his chest, both cackling with one another.

"Cherri's feelin' fiesty t'night!" Paul spoke, putting his hands up to admit defeat as she stared at him through the opening of the curtains, a low hiss rolling of her tongue.

It only took a single pinch before they were all on her like a heeler nipping at the ankles of cattle. Marko places a quick smack to her ass where it peeked from her shorts, earning another squeal and Marko quickly missing a foot shot straight for his face.

On a normal night, this type of attention would have had Chrysta giggling and (to put it lightly) all over her boys. But not tonight. She wasn't in the mood. It was either get her out of this heat immediately or leave her alone, and the boys weren't about to give her what she wanted without enjoying a little teasing first.

While her leg was still stretched out, Dwayne all but pushed his dirty blonde mates away, wrapped his whole hand around her ankle and his other hand began to glide up her leg, his calloused palm making contact with her soft skin. His fingers barely crept under the hem of her tanktop, brushing over her stomach before her claws made contact with his hand.

He quickly drew his hand back, not as quick as David however, yet something about his hesitance seemed he wasn't trying to miss her attack, quickly bringing his scratched hand up to his mouth and licking the blood away from his wounds, his eyes never left hers as he did so.

"Alright, that's enough of that."

Before Chrysta could react, David's hand wrapped around her neck, slow and cautious as his fingers gave her a little squeeze. She doesn't make a move to scratch him yet, feeling his cold fingertips on her hot skin make her flinch, a hiss rolling out of her throat, vibrating against his palm. She could've left him some mighty fine few scars to show off to the boardwalk tomorrow night, but she didn't, cause even through her overwhelmed mind, she was still Chrysta, their good girl. And good girls obey.

He doesn't look intimidated or scared. His face looked unreadable, his narrowed gaze on her the whole time he brought his face closer to her own.

He raises his thumb to her mouth, running it down the long length of one of her fangs. The action caused her pupils to dilate. "That's more like it." He breathed, his voice low and quiet enough only loud enough for Chrysta's ears - even if the other boys had already crowded around close enough to hear and watch.

His thumb trailed down to her bottom lip, the pad of his ungloved digit running over her dry brim, missing the sticky sensation of her glossy cherry flavored lip loss. "Look at you, baby... It hurts so bad, doesn't it?" He spoke to her like she was a little kitten in the palm of his hand, continuing to stroke her bottom lip.

She doesn't answer him just yet, the cave filling with silence and thick with tension. He can feel her windpipe bob as she swallowed the saliva pooling in the back of her throat, but it doesn't take long before she let's out a pleading whine, her bottom lip studding out into a pout as she looks at him with her big, doe-like eyes, nodding her head at him and waiting patiently (even if she hated doing so) for him to do something- anything to get this God-awful heat to calm down.

David didn't even fight the smirk slowly growing on his lips, the unreadable look on his features breaking. "Don't worry, Chrissie, I won't make you beg." He stated, his nose brushing against the shell of her ear, leaving a quick kiss to the back of her ear near her jaw, the scratching sensation of his stubble sent a shiver down her spine, causing her to visible arch her back.

"Now let's get you out of this rut, shall we?"

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OK I HAVE TO SAY I WAS TOTALLY INSPIRED BY @luv4fandoms TLB rut series cause they are SO👏GOOD 👏 I think I've reread David's like 140000 times I love them sm

I SWEAR I hope this wasn't totally cringe to read I haven't written anything like this (at least I haven't posted👁👁) before so I hope it isn't too bad! Thanks for checking it out! ;D

#🍒daily dose of cherry🍒#🍒cherrys spice cabinet🔥#self insert #self ship #self shipping community #the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #lost boys #selfship #tlb 1987 #spicy creator #spicy content #lime #the lost boys david #the lost boys paul #the lost boys marko #the lost boys dwayne #the lost boys oc #tlb oc

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xxthefairywitchxx · 5 months

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Happy New Years! I figured it was about time I drew my babygirl being happy so here it is!

#my art #self ship #self insert #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #Ian Duff #SDJ Ian #proship selfship #proship safe #safeship dni #Second Chance #...mild spice?#lime #I guess

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happy74827 · 2 years

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Romanticize the Life

[Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: An abrupt ending to a short dream leaves you flustered at breakfast.

WC: 901

Category: Lime/Spicy, Fluff, Alpine (the precious baby)

Not the story starting out strong and ending weak because I got writer’s block in the midst of writing. It makes me want to cry but it’s been sitting in my drafts forever, so I finally got the courage to post it. Also... I did not proof read this (oops) so if you see any mistakes, please let me know!!

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Giggles erupted from your throat as you eased into his embrace, kissing him soft and slow. They were passionate kisses that he accepted with full authority. His hands made their way back to grasp your hips as he pulled you in close, creating a twitch in his pants. He ignored this however with lips moving slightly downwards, leaving a trail of soft taps before making its way to its destination.

Your head rolled back in appreciation, your body pressed against him as he grinds into you, leaving his wet, slobbery kisses around your collarbone. Hickeys soon to be born within hours.

You inclined your head, letting his tongue run over you, again and again. Your legs shook and quivered underneath him, feeling the pre-pleasure soaking through your underwear.

And then he kisses your upper lip, resulting in a sigh. You open your mouth wider and kiss him back harder, hands clinging to his neck. He lets his hands raise to grip your hair, pinning you in place. He lets his tongue slip inside your mouth again, and you groan, feeling him shudder in response, a good kind of shudder. The carefulness of his movements opens up, and the kissing grows wetter and hungrier, and more urgent by the moment.

He breaks apart momentarily to look at you with assertive eyes, hands gripped tightly onto your thighs. He whispers your name, pulling a fallen hair sliver back behind your ear. His piercing eyes burn holes into your heart, making your skin grow goosebumps.

“Buck…” You mutter beneath him, hands flying to his hair.

“What?”

Your head jerks up from the table, eyes wide and mouth half-open. You forgot where you were for a moment, taking in the fact you weren’t in your bedroom. You were at Sam’s. In his kitchen.

Holy shit… did you…?

Your widened eyes found Bucky’s, sitting across from you. While chopping on an apple, he was currently giving you a sketchy look. “Uh, B-Buck?”

“Yeah? What’d you want?”

Oh my god… you did.

“I…. uh… nothing, never mind.” You muttered rapidly, searching the table for something to munch on. The amount of embarrassment you held was about uncontainable. You were a second away from running away to lock yourself in the bathroom.

But, of course, the soldier didn’t give up. His eyes squinted daringly at yours, not even caring when his newly adopted cat pounced on the table — begging for attention.

He would’ve said something to you if Sam hadn’t walked into view, starting his typical banter.

“Hey, Bambi!” His voice bounced all over the cabinets. “Care to explain why your stupid cat tore up my new couch?!”

“No, not really!” Bucky slowly tore his eyes away from you, giving his angel of a cat all the attention he wanted. You could’ve sworn you heard a mutter escape his lips, something that sounded like, “good boy.”

“My couch was leather, Bucky.” Sam whined, “Leather.”

“Well, now it’s leather with design,” Bucky smirked, holding his half-eaten apple to his lips. “Alpine got style, what can I say?”

“…Alpine?” Your voice was still shaken up from the ongoing embarrassment in your head but you couldn’t help but question the name.

As if to add emphasis, the cat meowed in response as if he already knew his name. “That’s his name?”

“Yeah,” He shrugged, scratching the attention hog's chin. “That’s what I named him. Thought it was… unique. I didn’t want to pick some lowlife name, you know?”

“It’s an awful name,” Sam yelled with a smile. "Absolutely hideous."

Both Bucky and Alpine snapped their heads in unison towards Sam, giving him a glare that made you let out a few giggles. “No one asked you, Sam.”

“Well, Buck, I think Alpine is a fitting name.” You interrupted, letting the brunette turn to you once again. He took another bite out of his apple, while he listened to your words. Appreciation was clear in his eyes. “It reminds me of those pretty mountain glaciers.”

The pigeon rolled his eyes at you, as you watched him sit on his shredded couch. “Kiss ass.”

James ignored him and smiled at you. And it wasn’t a forced smile like he usually did either, it was a genuine one.

You’ve noticed for a while now how happier he’s been. Ever since he took in Alpine, his life seemed to go his way for once. No bad guys, no hydra, just… family. Friends. It made your heart swell up at the fact he was happy. He was finally happy, after struggling for so long.

However, the smile was short-lived once his brain made the connection that Sam was preoccupied. As his eyes hovered over yours, his eyebrows raised in confusion.

“Are you sure you didn’t want something? You know, before Icarus bugged me.”

“I’m sure, Buck.” You put on an awkward smile, “It truly wasn’t all that important.”

He pushed Alpine gently to the side as he gave you the “totally not convinced” stare. If it had been anything else on your mind, that look would’ve made you give in. But, to tell him that you called his name because you were dreaming of him? Hell no. It was way too damn embarrassing.

He gazed at you softly, his stone blue eyes immersed with unsureness. Little Alpine joined in as well, squeaking as he rubbed his tail on your arm.

“Promise?” Bucky muttered softly.

“Promise.”

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