#next round i got a nice wesker

[unnerving-presence]

Rant time but trying to farm BP with wesker is SO HARD. I suck at killer to begin with so I bring distressing and beast of prey to at try and max 20k but,,, I've actually been trying to hook and down people for points w the cakes but survivors are SUCH SHITS. I try to hook everyone twice and only down them after that since I usually only go friendly, but god forbid I hook someone!!!!

These fuckers kill themselves on hook then have the audacity to call me sweaty and a tryhard like??? You killed yourself????

I've had FOUR matches where 2 or 3 survivors dc on first hook or down then no one gets points at all.

I wouldn't care but the messages are so nasty?? Like bro I have social anxiety even on the Internet this is not enjoyable just be nice ffs

yeah this community is a bunch of shitheads honestly. even worse during the event.

“oh you didn’t bring a terrormisu? time to dc/tunnel you bc i’m a whiny ass bitch!!” like GOD SHUT UP GEGRGGRGRRGR

i feel like it’s way harder to farm now than ever. i haven’t played killer but the games where i befriend a wesker i always sacrifice myself for him not because it’s my code but also because i feel super bad since they usually don’t get more than a kill or a couple hooks 😭

doesn’t help that most people don’t even like going against wesker in the first place. it’s understandable but there’s really no reason to dc over it if you’re still getting points

sorry about the messages too :(( i’ve gotten the most negative messages from survivors so it does hurt receiving them. but survivors are also whiny bitches who sob when they don’t get a flawless escape.

killer is hard to play. not only because it can be hard if you don’t play it, but it can also be hard if you have that social anxiety. i still get anxiety to this day even thinking about playing killer. i understand it can be hard but i know it’ll get better :) people just fucking suck sometimes

if you are getting sick of killer or want to farm bps another way, don’t be afraid to ask to play with me. i’m actual shit but at least i’m using terrormisus now to level my feng and carlos :)

anyways i wish all non-bitch ass killer players have a wonderful day getting bps

#dbd got me so frustrated last night i was tearing up a lil #boring ass killers like please you are not playing to pay your rent #next round i got a nice wesker #he didn’t throw the game for me or anything and i still got downed/hooked but #he did just kinda look at me and walk away when i sat there 😭 #and also did little spins where he downed me #also nodded when i died right in my face it was super funny #he THOUGHT about letting me go but then he realized i wanted to die for him LMAO #he was a cutie #i throw wesker games for his attention #point being survivor is also shitty as fuck 😭 but you gotta stay for those good moments that make your day #who knows maybe you’ll come across me and i’ll shake my ass at you in attempt to seduce you #or just stare at you as you chase someone #i also do that #just try your best to have fun with it #game is still shit and the people who play it are shit but it’s always good to atleast make fun moments for yourself

[weskerssunglasses]

Random scenario! You can choose any Wesker you want

“Visiting Wesker in his lab.”

It could be in format of headcanons :)

I actually did this as a drabble bc 1. Im down bad and 2. I like this sm 😩 I went for Umbrella-era Wesker so thats why he's a little softer than RE5/Code Veronica Wesker would be

Rating: SFW

TWs/CWs: gn!reader

"Miss Y/N! What are you doing here?"

"William," you greeted, holding up the bag of food you'd brought with you. "Is Wesker still down in his lab? It got to be about 9 and I figured he was gonna skip dinner if I didn't come bother him."

That got a short chuckle out of your boyfriend's colleague. "Sounds about right," he gestured over his shoulder to the elevator and picked up what you assumed was files for his own work. "He should still be down there, say hi to him for me, yeah?"

You assented with a nod and a smile and got in the elevator, your heart going a little harder than it should. You know Wesker needs the Umbrella lab for his work but it's so... unsettling. It has the overly-sanitized look of a hospital and the knowledge of what monsters they're developing in the labs doesn't help you feel safe. When the elevator doors open, you try to shake the uneasy feeling but walk as fast as you can to Wesker's lab nonetheless. You only really feel safe here when you're with him.

When you round the corner to his lab, you're greeted with a familiar sight; paperwork strewn about the countertop, tinted sunglasses thrown haphazardly on top of a briefcase, and Wesker himself hunched over a microscope with an open laptop near by. You know he knows you're there, but you stand in the doorway and watch him work for a moment. You don't see this side of him much unless you come down here, which you try to avoid as much as possible.

After a minute you step in, shaking the bag at your side to get his attention. "Hello, Doctor," you tease as he half turns to face you, but you can tell his mind is still on work with the way his eyes drift from you.

"What are you doing here?" "It's 10 o'clock at night."

He gives you a look that screams and? which you match with a sigh. You set the bag down on the counter, not minding the paperwork, and take a little joy in the way his eye twitches in annoyance. It's nice knowing you're the only one who can get away with annoying him so openly. "I brought you dinner. You've been here all day too, I wanted to see you."

He's quiet for a moment while he digs through the bag, lifting out the Mexican takeout container. "Thank you," he mutters begrudgingly, but you smile nonetheless. "Did you already eat?"

You hum and sit in the chair across from his work bench. "I ate at 5 like a normal person." Your snark is met with an eye roll, but the smile ghosting his lips takes the bite out of it. While he eats you listen to him talk about his day, which isn't far from the usual; all of his colleagues are fools, he can't wait until he can jump ship from Umbrella, Chris is driving him up a wall, etc. You like catching him like this, for the most part he lets his guard down around you so he gets more animated than normal. He's gesturing with his fork, his facial expressions are more pronounced, and he's much more chatty than usual.

It's casual moments like this that remind you why you fell in love with him.

He finishes eating and tosses the container in the garbage, bringing his full attention back to you. "Are you content now that i've eaten?"

A familiar anxiety settles in your stomach. You knew he was likely to say no to your next request, but you had to ask. "I'd be more content if you came home with me."

You try to hide your disappointment when he sighs and breaks eye contact with you. "Y/N, you know my work-"

"I know!" You shrink back in your seat when his eyes cut back to you, offended that you interrupted him. "I know your work is important," you start carefully, "but you've barely been home in the last two weeks and when you do come home it's so late that I don't get to see you. I miss you..." The last part is hardly above a whisper, but he hears it all the same. He leans against his work bench and his crosses his arms, and the look he fixes on you makes you wish the ground would just swallow you whole. His eyes and jaw are tight like he's thinking, but he definitely doesn't look happy and you prepare yourself for disappointment.

He's silent for another moment before he sighs and stands up straight, running his hand through his hair. "Fine. I suppose I could use a good night's rest."

Your breath catches in your throat in surprise as you bounce up from your seat. Stepping over to him and putting your hands on his shoulders, you've got a dazzling smile adorning your face.

"Thank you," you whisper, and your words are met with a kiss.

#Capcom bring my boy back #Hc Wesker loves spicy Mexican food #this is kinda short mb ;-; #resident evil #resident evil x reader #resident evil fanfiction #wesker x reader #wesker #albert wesker

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

How about Albert Wesker falling in love with reader at first sight hc..

Of course :)

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-> it’s new to him. The tickling he feels in his stomach, the faster heartbeat, the sweating, all these feelings are not familiar to him, and he mistakes them for a sickness. How an immortal being like him can get sick? He ran countless tests, but he found nothing. He was a healthy man in his 40s.

-> his sister brought the concept of "love at first sight" concept to him in one of their discussions. He called her childish, they fought, but it left Wesker with a new perspective.

-> logic began to fade when he started to feel needier and needier to see his s/o. He follows her, without listening to his reasoning. He tells himself that he would continue to do that until he finds his words. Hours turn into days, then into months, but Wesker keeps following his habits of stalking.

-> he feels like losing his words when he is around her. All his words get stuck in his throat and he is unable to form a coherent speech. Even if he doesn't talk with her, he is somehow present in her life. Wesker makes sure to drop a little attention from time to time: raise, flowers, jewelry.

-> she feels something is strange, but despite that, she enjoys the little attention, even if she wants to know the identity of her secret admirer. She gets a clue when she notices Wesker spying around the corner. What’s creepier is that he vanishes when they made eye contact.

"I think the CEO is following me."

"Damn, you don't have long to live then." One of her coworkers teased. "You fucked up somehow."

"You are very helpful."

"It was nice meeting you in your human form, please don't kill me once you become a tyrant." He said in a dramatic tone, not paying attention to her story. The CEO rarely left his office, so what were the chances of personally following his employees.

-> they didn't help, and to her despair, Wesker wasn't easy to catch. she tried making an appointment, but she was turned down every time. Which was weird, because she could still see him in the corner of her eyes. She stopped telling everyone that story too because she will end up seeming insane.

-> his obsession never ended. Even if he never spoke with her, he knew all her past. He knew her current schedule, at what hour she eats, works, sleep. When he leaned over the edge of the wall to spy on his love interest, she suddenly turned, which made him run away.

-> Wesker finally got the courage to speak with her personally. What he was about to say, well, he will figure it out. He will try to be as formal as possible.

-> he approached her desk. It was late, he made sure to give her extra work so they will be alone. The others left hours ago. He approached her desk, noticing how clean everything was. Wesker appreciated a tidy, well-organized woman more than anything.

"Having troubles keeping up?" He said after taking a glance at her computer.

-> his stern voice almost made her jump from her place. She turned around to see her stalker staring at her behind those sunglasses. How he could see at night it was a mystery.

"Please, don't stand," He noticed the woman's attempt to raise. Instead, he pulled a chair and sat next to her.

"N-no, everything is fine sir."

"Please, we don't have to be formal here." He let out a low chuckle. "Call me Wesker." Just how his former STARS members used to call him. Not too formal, not too friendly, somewhere in between enough to make them comfortable.

-> She was so close to him. Of course, she saw him in person a few times, but not so close as they are right now. She couldn’t help but notice how handsome he was, how melodic his voice was and how good she felt in his company. She was a little frightened at first, but the more she stayed with him, the faster her fears disappeared. She started to feel safe. She felt something too, but she didn't pay attention until now. If you can overlook that imposing posture of his, you would find out that you can enjoy his company and feel protected.

"Thank you, Wesker. What brings you to my humble office?"

-> He could notice her shaky voice. He had his cold, tremendous, demeanor even if he didn't want to.

"Despite the rumors, I actually care about my employees." A big fat lie, he couldn't care less. He had people dealing with them, but she was a special case. "I want to make sure you are not overworked. The last thing I need is you fainting in the cafeteria."

"Thank you s- Wesker."

-> How adorable he thought. He hardly found his words because most of his attention was focused on her. She was more attractive from this distance, and with every second that passed, he found himself getting needier and needier.

-> The long silence was broke by Wesker.

"Please, if you encounter any problems don't hesitate to contact me, personally."

"Thanks again. Actually, I kept trying to contact you these past weeks."

-> Wesker was getting nervous. He had a feeling why, so he started to move in his chair.

"Maybe I have hallucinations, but I kept seeing you around as if you were stalking me. I tried making an appointment but that secretary kept ignoring me."

-> he knew, he was the one who told his secretary to turn her off every time she would demand to see him.

"I see. Maybe you are overworking yourself. I can assure you that I have more important things than to follow my employees around."

-> that what she thought. She seemed to believe him.

"So that means you are not going to turn me into a tyrant?"

-> Wesker couldn't contain his laugher. She was indeed innocent and naive.

"Of course not," he said between sobs. "So this is how badly people are speaking of me?"

-> he prays this is the worst thing she heard about him. He'll make sure to find out who's been spreading rumors around, and turn them into reality for them, but now he didn't focus on his revenge plan, but on the discussion with the woman in front of him.

-> He found so much more about her personality, things he couldn't find in any file. He got a call and had no choice but to end the conversation. They walked together to the elevators, where they parted away, but not without ensuring her it's ok to come to his office whenever he needs, without an appointment.

-> She kept receiving gifts even after their meeting, but now they were signed.

His bold round handwriting was on every present.

"Wesker".

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[sick-raven]

Aftermath - Jill/Female OC

Inspired by RE3 Demo and Jill’s note.

After Spencer mansion incident, Jill has trouble sleeping and she has nightmares about being infected. She just wants to rest for one night and get away from the all Umbrella problems.

Situated between the incident and Raccon city outbreak.

Warnings: It’s porn, as always.

You can also read on AO3

Aftermath

The streets of Raccoon city smelled of decay, smoke and gasoline. Jill Valentine ran through, dodging zombies and other monsters, looking for her way out of this hellhole. She was on another fetch quest to progress in breaking out of this concrete prison. Escape routes were blocked by barricades or monsters, changing once living city into undead one.

Streets she walked every day became unrecognizable. Places she shopped at now looked eerie with blinking lights, mannequins in the windows, glass broken as monsters broke in to eat whoever was hiding among the shelves. What she once knew has become just a ghost.

So did people.

God so did people.

Brad dying in front of her brought back memories of Spencer mansion. She could take those. But others – civilians, friends, people she met once – those hurt her more. Officers went into their jobs knowing the dangers, but these people? She hated Umbrella for what they’ve done. She needs to survive only to make them pay.

But seeing them rotting, decaying…

She entered some building. Just few days ago it was bakery, today it was smelling mess of blood and moaning. Normally she wouldn’t risk getting into tight spaces with zombies waiting behind doors and in dark corners, but she could cut most of the way going through. Plus, she still had that giant stalking her, it’s better to get out of plain sight.

The smell in the backroom was terrible. Just few months ago she would joked: “Something died here or what?” She knew better since the mansion incident. She knew better since the virus spread through the city. Her heart was racing, but her movements were precise and calm. She was glad – she didn’t want to get used to this. She felt like she would lose part of her humanity if she did. She can be professional and still hate this and be sick to the bones.

Shuffling. Jill turned her light to see in the darkness. Back there, behind table with moulding bread, dead lady was walking. Jill aimed. She learned to not hesitate – there was no help for these people. Only thing she could do was either avoid them or shoot them. If she had the means, she would kill this whole city just so the people stopped suffering, their bodies stopped doing this!

But this time, she hesitated.

It hurt her when she saw friends walking dead.

“I’m sorry, Rachel.”

***

Being in Raccoon city after the incident was hell. Not only did nobody listen to the surviving S.T.A.R.S. members, they did everything to shut them up. And to all what was happening, Jill still had trouble sleeping, waking up several times every night drained in sweat, heart beating and the fear that this is it. She is turning. She will look in the mirror and see her face, decaying. Her skin always itched like crazy and she regretted the minute she read the diary of one of the mansion workers. The itching was just her brain playing tricks on her.

Unless it wasn’t. And she will scratch her meat off and go wandering to the city in search for snack.

She needed break. Leaving her apartment now when they suspended her felt like playing with fire. They never approached her, but she saw them – people watching her closely, checking whether she is causing trouble for Umbrella again. She and Brad investigated what they could, but since the start of the August she was never alone for a minute. If her flat was wired, she would just shrug and say: “Oh, I thought so. They are following me all the time and they think they are being subtle.”

No investigation today. No care for people on her back. She was on the case daily, worked hard to the point of regretting being so thorough. No, she needed to ease up, get few drinks, meet new people. Free evening. She just wanted to forget everything for at least few moments. And if the jerks Umbrella set on her want to stop her, she will get mean.

She got to the bar without interruption, however, she saw two men watching her suspiciously. Normally she would think they were checking her out, but at this moment, the world had zero perverts just many stalkers. She sat at the bar and ordered beer. Getting out of her apartment felt good, even though her brain kept going back in loops to the incident.

She didn’t know how long she was sitting there contemplating, but it took her one and half beer when a woman sat next to her. “You know, hon, if you plan to drink for sadness you need something better than beer.”

“It’s that visible?” she asked.

“If your face was any longer, it would touch the floor.”

Jill laughed shortly. The woman dressed in short dress was nice, with long hair slightly darker than her face. She had a cute smile. “And to think I came here to have fun. I’m doing terrible job.”

“The pool table is empty right now.”

“Is that invitation?”

“Sure thing. I’m Rachel.”

“Jill.”

When was the last time she just went out to play pool? She realized it was too long. Since July she was on her feet dealing with Umbrella’s shit, she didn’t even consider just having fun. So now, playing with Rachel, finally made her stop thinking about all of that and she just relaxed.

“See, that’s better, now you are smiling,” Rachel noted after few rounds.

“Yeah, I had few rough weeks,” Jill smiled.

“Drinking your problems away here?”

“Never,” Jill scoffed. “That’s what men do when they can’t deal with their shit.”

“And what do we do?” asked Rachel curiously, while focusing on her next strike.

“We deal with the problems; we think them through and then we need to just turn off for one night. Like a weekend, except it’s one day in very long time. Drink, fuck, wake up with regrets.”

“Amen to that. Aaaand that’s three for me. You suck at this game.”

“I’m rusty.” That was a lie. She was the worst pool player from S.T.A.R.S. Even Rebecca kicked her ass. When they went out to play, she played one round to make everyone happy and then just drank at the bar or danced. Jukeboxes all over the Raccoon city knew her name.

“Well, Rusty, you are buying the drinks. Again.”

“Are you going to bars kicking peoples’ asses just to get free drinks?”

“All the time.”

Rachel drank gin so Jill joined her. It wasn’t her favourite, but currently, she didn’t care. She forgot all about her trouble for a minute, was already a bit tipsy. When the bartender gave them the glasses he winked at Rachel. “You behave, young lady.”

“You come here often?” asked Jill.

“My parents used to bring me here for lunches when I was a kid. We have a bakery just two streets away. This old geezer works here whole life and loves to make fun of me,” Rachel explained looking into the glass. “And his gin still sucks!” she added louder, and bartender answered with laughter while attending to other customers. “What about you?” Rachel asked.

“I don’t. I am a bar traveller; I just enter whatever building strikes my interests while on a walk. But I think I came here before.” Jill looked around. Most of the bars looked the same in the long run. Tables, menus, pin-up girls on the walls. “Maybe, I really don’t know.”

“Sad and mysterious,” Rachel joked.

“No, I am not. I just don’t have favourite bar,” Jill smiled. “I just go where my co-workers go, and when alone, I avoid those places like plague. I don’t need them to know what I am doing when drunk.”

“Oooh? What do you do?” Rachel leaned bit closer.

“You really want to know?” teased Jill.

“I am all ears.”

Jill leaned to her. “I cry a lot,” she whispered.

Rachel burst out laughing and Jill joined her. It felt good to just joke around, no care in the world. When the laugh stopped, she opened her eyes. Rachel was still there, leaning so close, and closer, Jill’s heart almost stopped.

“No, wait,” she drew back away just a second before a kiss. Rachel straightened up now looking surprised and maybe a bit hurt.

“Ah, sorry, I thought… I don’t know what I thought.”

“No, no, it’s, uh…”

“I get it, there is someone waiting for you at home, that’s fine.”

“No, no,” Jill breathed in and waved her hand. “It’s just that… I think I am sick.”

Rachel raised her eyebrows. “So, you have germs down there or what?” she asked silently.

“No,” Jill smirked partially amused. Germs from what? The last guy she fucked tried to kill her by sending goddamn monster on her. Oh, she hoped Wesker is roasting in hell. “No, I think… I think I have a cold; I don’t want to spread it, you know.”

Rachel drank her gin looking suspiciously at her. “You don’t look ill. Maybe except those bags under your eyes.”

“I don’t sleep well.”

“I can tell when someone has a cold, you are lying,” Rachel smirked and asked for another glass. “I am a doctor you know.”

“I thought you worked in bakery.”

“I am a bread doctor.”

Jill laughed again, running hand through her hair desperate. “I think I am sick; I don’t know. It’s uncommon cold.” She couldn’t say anything. Rachel would call her crazy and then, as she would leave this bar, Umbrella employees would catch her and take her away because she knows too much.

“So what? Your head hurts?”

“Yeah. May be the lack of sleep though.”

“Do you cough or have fever?”

“No.”

“Runny nose? Sore throat?”

“Neither.”

“So how can you tell you are sick?”

Jill shrugged. She couldn’t. She just had that feeling, the fear that soon, very soon, she will wake up destroyed. She will shuffle around, meat barely holding on her bones, muscles so shortened she won’t be able to walk stairs without falling. And for the worst of it, she will be aware – aware of everything, her behaviour, her helplessness, taste of the blood in her mouth as she kills.

“When did you catch this uncommon cold?”

“Like a month ago.”

“A month!” Rachel said louder than necessary. “You are a hypochondriac.”

“I just…” Just what, Jill? “I am cautious.”

Rachel had to notice the tone of her voice, or maybe her face again showed how horrible she feels about everything that happened. Her friends died. The survivors left. She was alone in this, sure, she had Brad, but let’s face it. He was worried too much, afraid of everything. In Raccoon city she was the one with target on her back, she was the one fighting, and the constant fear on her shoulders didn’t help anything. How many times has she woken up in the middle of the night from the dream where she ate Kenneth alive? Where she tore the meat from Forest’s bones? How many times was the blood actually Chris’?

“Hey, you know what helps against germs?” Rachel asked.

“No?”

“Vodka. Hey, Timothy, can you give us two?” she finished the new glass of gin in one swing and then slid vodka in front of Jill. “This shit kills everything. Trust me.”

“Trust you as a bread doctor?”

“Trust me as a germ killer, once you drink this, you are healthy. Not even those herbs people chew here are so potent.”

Jill smiled a little. “Sorry if I made this weird. It’s all getting to me.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

“Yeah. But I can’t. Let’s just say I had rough month at work and with friends and all. It’s all horribly shitty, I hate my life and if I continue, I will actually cry, and we don’t want that.”

“I’ll drink to that. I hate seeing beautiful ladies cry.”

Jill emptied the glass and gasped. “God, I hate this, that’s strong. How many of these do I have to drink to take back control of my life?”

“For germs? One. For control? At least three,” Rachel grinned.

The simple joked made her realize a lot. Yeah, she felt her life spun out of control. She could deal with stress, tons of cases, paperwork… but this time around, things got destroyed, world turned against her and she felt she is losing the firm ground under her feet. She was not in control. And that stressed her more than anything.

“Three would kill me,” Jill shook her head. “I know better ways to take back control.”

Rachel rested her head on her hand looking curious. “Care to tell me?”

Jill knew she shouldn’t do this. She is supposed to be the responsible one. The cautions one. But maybe she really is just stressed. There was no evidence of her being infected, just the horrible dreams and fear. She was fine! That’s why she is here, right? To fight that fear for one day and then regret. She is not sick! She will think different tomorrow, but right now, she is good old Jill Valentine, ass-kicker, officer and good-looking at that!

She leaned right next to Rachel’s ear. She didn’t even have time to become nervous, she was too drunk and too self-loathing for that. “You will now go to a toilet; you will take down your panties and you will come back here, and we will just continue our talk.”

Rachel was taken aback by this request. She didn’t say anything, just tapped the glass slightly. “Excuse me,” she mumbled and got up. Now there were only two choices and Jill watched her. Either she will go out of the bar and they will never see each other again and Jill will become weird story for Rachel’s friends, or…

Rachel went to the bathrooms.

Jill smiled shortly and ordered new drinks. She also moved her stool closer to Rachel’s. Now she just waited, smiling to herself, because this felt good. This is what she was looking for when she left her apartment today.

Rachel came back after a while. She sat at the stool, uncomfortably tucking her short dress. She shuffled a bit and looked around in fear someone watches her. Jill loved to watch her suffer like this. It was adorable.

“This is…” Rachel said and grabbed her glass. “Weird.”

“This is hot,” Jill said still looking at Rachel. The dress hid everything just fine, but the knowledge, the little secret between them, made it that much more fun.

Rachel gave her sheepish look. “You do this to all people you’ve just met?”

“To be honest, it’s very hard to pull this on guys,” Jill grinned. Then she lay hand on Rachel’s tight. The skin was soft and warm. “You often go around just kissing strangers?”

Rachel shuffled again but leaned closer. Jill felt the hem of the dress and fought the urge to slide her fingers under. “They call me the best kisser around here.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“You lost your chance,” Rachel grinned teasingly.

“Is that so?” Jill moved her hand to caress the inner thigh. Rachel shivered a bit and looked at the bar quickly. Nobody was watching them. Timothy was dealing with drunk guy talking about his divorce. Everyone else cared about their own conversations. Jill used this hesitation and moved her hand deeper under the skirt.

Rachel caught her wrist with both hands, looking around nervously. “Stop,” she whispered. Her voice sounded serious. Jill backed off, back to her drink, still amused by all this. Rachel next to her tucked her dress again and straightened her back.

Jill felt Rachel’s hand as she took her chin and pulled her in. Then they kissed. Jill felt the little fear inside her, but it was too late anyways. She shunned it and enjoyed the moment. Rachel was hungry, she tasted of alcohol. She didn’t hesitate to use her tongue and Jill appreciated the force. She ran her fingers through Rachel’s hair, so soft and nice smelling.

Rachel pulled away, but stayed close, Jill felt her breathe on her face. “You know, I have keys to the bakery, it’s just five-minute-walk.”

“I don’t know I can wait five minutes,” Jill grinned.

“Hey, I want to come back to this bar,” Rachel stood up, carefully, so her dress doesn’t roll up. Jill loved every careful movement she made. “You coming?”

Jill paid Timothy extra and walked after Rachel. She was standing out, enjoying August warm weather. Once Jill got out, Rachel welcomed her with another kiss, this time deeper and more passionate than before.

“You will make that walk much harder,” Jill said.

“We better hurry then.” Rachel took her hand and lead the way. Just by corner of her eye, Jill saw a shadow watching her. Well, have a good show, assholes, she thought.

They got to the bakery in less than five minutes. Rachel opened the glass door and locked firmly behind them. She didn’t even turn on the light, in the dark she walked to another door behind the counter. “This way.” Backroom was the real bakery, with ovens and big tables and fridges. Rachel turned the light here and looked at Jill. “Welcome to my humble kingdom.”

“Is this hygienic?”

“I will clean here tomorrow, don’t worry,” Rachel grinned happily. “So…”

Jill was faster, this time she grabbed Rachel by the chin. “So now, let me see.” She ran her fingers on Rachel’s thigh while keeping eye contact. Up, under the dress, to the sweet spot. Rachel gasped, but this time, she didn’t protest. Jill teased her a bit, caressing her legs and her crotch. “I see, you didn’t want to ruin the stool in the bar, did you?” Jill commented feeling the wetness.

“M-maybe.” Rachel bit her lip, she tried to avoid the eye contact being a bit embarrassed and Jill enjoyed that small hesitation. The purity was always fun to watch. And even more fun to break.

“No, Rachel, look at me,” she said while sliding her finger on Rachel’s clit. “Come on. That’s a good girl.”

Rachel had beautiful brown-green eyes and her gaze said everything. How she loved to be touched, little flickers of eyelashes showed when Jill hit the sweet spot. She moaned only a little, but her expression revealed everything. Her skin was hot and wet. Jill stopped and took a step away from Rachel. Her hand was wet, and she licked the sweet juice, making Rachel more flustered.

“Mmm, you taste great,” she concluded. “I bet you look even better.”

“You think I’m pretty?” Rachel asked and she sounded innocent, but her face showed anticipation.

“You are very pretty,” Jill answered. She found a chair and she sit on it comfortably, watching Rachel.

“How pretty?” Rachel asked running fingers on her cleavage.

“You have beautiful eyes and soft lips. I could kiss you whole night and never have enough. Your skin is flawless and so nice to touch. But…”

Rachel stopped. “But?” she repeated.

“I still can’t praise the body I can’t see.”

“Clever,” Rachel concluded and walked to Jill. “But you have to help me, nice stranger.” She turned around. Jill unzipped her dress slowly as if opening a present. She ran finger on Rachel’s spine, and she shivered.

As the dress was on the floor Jill enjoyed Rachel slowly turning at her. She was beautiful. Small breast, nice hips and wet thighs. “Wow,” Jill commented. “You didn’t tell me you are a queen.”

Rachel chuckled. Jill reached for her and pulled her closer. She kissed the naked skin on her stomach, traced every inch with her tongue. Rachel gasped and this close Jill could hear her heart beat faster. She ran fingers on her back, touching her butt. Then she moved to the front and squeezed Rachel’s breasts.

There is something fascinating about women’s bodies. Jill loved to play with them. With men, the only thing she wanted was to get fucked fast and hard and she enjoyed that too. But with women, it was different. She wanted to touch them, play with them, tease them until they go crazy and beg her for releasing them of their tension.

She rubbed Rachel’s nipples and Rachel sighed silently. Looking up at her, Jill saw her eyes looking down, still biting her lip. Yes, just keep watching. See what I can do.

Jill pulled Rachel down to sit on her lap. Like this he had those beautiful pointy breast right in her face. She traced her tongue between them to Rachel’s collar bone. Then she teasingly licked around her nipple. When shivering of Rachel’s body got stronger, Jill finally took the nipple into her mouth and sucked. Rachel covered her mouth as she moaned. Jill sucked and licked the breast and played with the other, squeezing and rubbing. Rachel moaned some more. “Jill,” she pleaded.

Jill looked at her with smile. “Yes, Rachel?”

Rachel had begging expression on her face, hand still over her mouth. She just whimpered like a puppy.

“What do you want me to do? Tell me,” Jill said running her fingers around the hardened nipple.

“Come on,” Rachel shuffled the wetness on her thighs flowing stronger.

“I don’t understand,” Jill kept smiling and pinched Rachel’s nipple.

“Ah- finish me.”

“I see. What’s the magical word?”

“Y-you…”

“Hm?”

“Please,” Rachel said her voice shivering with embarrassment and need.

“Why didn’t you say so?” Jill said innocently and slid her fingers to the wet pussy without any hesitation. Rachel moaned loudly, biting her fingers. Jill ran her fingers on the inner walls, feeling the warmth, slipping deep, while teasing her clit with her other hand. Rachel was shaking, she bended down for a kiss. Jill obliged, but she felt how hard it is for Rachel to stay still. The need for moans stopped the kiss.

Rachel hugged Jill tight, kissed her neck and rubbed herself on her hand. Jill fastened the tempo as Rachel hungrily moved her hips. With every stroke her hold became firmer, as she was reaching the climax.

“Y-yes, more, please,” Rachel begged moving faster and faster. Jill moved her fingers just slightly adjusting the spot and Rachel screamed and shivered all over her body, clenching her fingers to Jill’s shoulder, biting her neck to silence pleased screams.

Jill froze, teeth clenched. She fought every inch of her body not to shake the woman off. Rachel’s wetness spilled all over her hand, but the bite, ever so small and gentle, awakened the memories, the fear, everything. Jill swallowed, carefully removed her hand and ran her fingers on that perfect skin. Rachel, breathing heavily, let go and slowly straightened up.

“That was amazing,” she gasped and caressed Jill’s face. Then she frowned. “Are you okay?”

Jill forced a smile. “Yeah, of course. I was taken aback about how wild you are.”

Rachel smirked; she obviously didn’t believe a word. But what could Jill say? “It’s fine, I was just worried you will eat me.” Try again, Valentine.

“It’s the same expression you had in the evening. I know how to get that off,” Rachel smiled.

“More alcohol?”

“This is bakery, not liquor store.” Rachel grabbed Jill’s boobs. “See, better.”

Jill sighed, comforting herself again, but it felt hard. Rachel kissed her shortly again, moved to her neck and cleavage, giving her kissed everywhere. Jill started to relax, but then stopped Rachel by touching her face.

“Just no teeth, okay?” she said.

“As you wish, princess.” Rachel focused on her cleavage. She slowly took down her shirt and bra. Jill enjoyed the touches and teasing, she let the soft kisses bring her excitement back slowly.

“That’s better, you know how stiff you were?” Rachel said massaging the boobs. Jill smiled and nodded, she had nothing more to say, she just wished to get away, be washed by pleasure.

Rachel stood up and Jill took the time to get out of her jeans and panties. Rachel got on her knees and slowly, carefully and nicely she licked Jill’s thighs. She caressed her body and skin with soft touches. Jill watched Rachel tasting her skin and wetness off her legs and she smiled. This is what she wanted. Just relax and enjoy pretty lady.

Rachel moved to her crotch and sucked her clit, looking up to see Jill’s reaction. Jill closed her eyes to enjoy most of the sensation. The tongue on her sensitive places, licking, moving up and down teasing every nerve on her body. She sighed pleased, played with her own breasts as Rachel slid inside her vagina and rubbed the walls with her fingers, while still sucking. Rachel was pleasing her slowly, with long strikes and care she hasn’t felt for a long time.

Jill relaxed completely and let the waves of pleasure ran through her, purring, enjoying what was going on. Rachel took that as a sign, she licked the clit harder, started moving faster and sucked like a goddess. Jill moaned ever so slightly as the waves got faster and stronger.

“You are so beautiful and so good,” Jill whispered. “I could look at you whole day.”

Rachel flustered and that was the last drop. Jill moaned loudly as the pleasure caught with her. She felt her crotch get wetter, making Rachel’s face even more beautiful with all her juices. Jill grabbed her breast harder as the tremble went through her body. And then she sighed, released.

Rachel caught her breath and tried to clean her face with just as wet hand. She grinned. “So, what do you say, am I good?” she winked.

Jill laughed. “You are great.”

Rachel stood up, no shame in her naked body, and she leaned in for the last deep kiss. When she straightened up, she looked Jill in the eyes. “Hey, Jill. You will be okay.”

“Thank you, Rachel.”

***

Jill Valentine wasn’t okay.

But Rachel was dead.

What in all hells brought her this way, Jill could only guess. She was too tired to look where she is going. She never forgot their meeting, but it was long in the past by this point. Almost a month and the stress grew only worse.

But she remembered the good lady. She said Jill will be okay.

Jill pulled the trigger. With loud bang body of Rachel fell on the ground, not moving anymore. She released the poor woman from the prison of her own body. Jill felt her hand tremble.

It’s good she will never get used to this.

But once she survives, Umbrella is going down.

And she will be fucking okay.

#resident evil #resident evil 3 remake #jill valentine #writeblr #fanfiction #sick raven writing #one-shot #I just needed to exploit all the possibilities of Jill having PTSD #and dealing with it like a champ

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Here’s that werecat Wesker fic I mentioned a little while ago. It’s not a massive AU, just STARS-era fluff where Wesker is a werecat. Yep.

The gang member hit Chris again, hard enough to snap his head to the side, his ears ringing. He braced himself for another round of beatings and then distantly he thought he heard gunfire. It must not have been only in his mind because the other two men ran off at an order from their boss. He punched Chris in the stomach, doubling him over and he started coughing. Past his own hoarse breaths there was another sound, growing louder, an engine of some kind, Chris thought. Hopefully that and the gunfire meant rescue. The man screamed suddenly, the noise right next to Chris. He looked up, blood running into his eyes, his head swimming, and stared into red, slit-pupiled eyes. Some primitive instinct made him freeze at the sight, trying to understand what he was seeing even as fear gripped him. A clatter made the thing glance away, and Chris finally saw more of it, it was a cat, a massive white beast like nothing he had ever seen. It loped off as quickly as it had arrived, revealing the body of the man lying on the floor behind it. And then Wesker was suddenly there, murmuring to him soothingly as he released Chris from the restraints and Chris passed out.

When he woke up in the hospital he didn’t mention the cat. It seemed crazy, probably a hallucination from blood-loss and dehydration, and he didn’t want to diminish the hard work his team had put into searching for him. Besides, he liked that Wesker had been the one to rescue him, his feelings for the man weren’t strictly professional, even if he didn’t think Wesker felt the same. He only stayed in the hospital for a few days before he was allowed to return home. It would be much longer until he was cleared for duty but at least his friends promised to visit him and tell him the office gossip.

Chris stared out his window into the darkness, unable to shake the feeling of being watched. He’d enjoyed the idea of having the park near where he lived when he’d bought the place but now the woods felt strange and eerie in the cloudy moonlight. Something white slipped through a shadow and he peered at the spot anxiously. It appeared again, creeping out of the underbrush to reveal a pale feline shape. He gasped as it raised its head, red eyes staring directly at him as if aware that he was watching it. Chris didn’t generally believe in the supernatural but the white cat standing outside his backyard was making him reconsider. There was no way it was a normal animal, he was sure of that even though his knowledge of big cats was limited to a few trips to the zoo when he was a kid. Maybe it was the possibility of the supernatural, or the pain medication dulling his survival instincts, or maybe it was simply that he felt like he must be dreaming, but he opened the back door and went outside to confront the cat.

‘Hey.’ He tried, tensing as it prowled back and forth, red eyes fixed on him. Shit, this had been a bad idea, it had probably escaped from the zoo or something and here he was asking to be attacked. But it hadn’t attacked him before, it had saved him. His head hurt and he was just getting more confused.

The cat came closer, narrowing its eyes at him as if glaring and then it was butting its head against him to push him back inside. It was much stronger than him, almost causing him to fall in its insistence.

‘Ok, I’m going.’ Chris protested, feeling inane talking to it like it was a person, but it was acting so oddly.

The cat seemed to roll its eyes at him and shook its head as if in exasperation.

It was such a familiar gesture that Chris laughed. ‘You remind me of my captain, he’d be pissed that I’m out of bed too.’

The cat growled faintly and nudged him again.

‘I’m going.’ Chris conceded and went back inside. He didn’t go to bed immediately though, instead he watched the cat circle his house as if attempting to keep him inside. Or keep him safe. The thought was reassuring as he went to bed.

In the morning the entire thing seemed unreal, it must have been a dream. Just to make sure Chris checked around the outside of his house, but there was no evidence that any kind of cat had been there recently. Maybe supernatural cats didn’t leave footprints though. Or imagined ones, he chided himself. That was far more likely than that he’d somehow acquired a supernatural guardian. Despite telling himself that he spent the rest of the day in a sort of bored anticipation, wondering if it would come back that night. Jill called him later to see how he was doing and it distracted him for a bit until nightfall.

Holding his breath, Chris looked out the window, watching for a while. Nothing showed up and he was almost ready to dismiss the whole thing as a delusion when the white cat casually padded up to his back door. He went downstairs to open the door, staring at it for a long moment. ‘Hey.’

It made a noise more like a friendly purr than a warning growl.

‘Do you want to come in?’ He was treating it like it was a human again but whatever it was it had to be intelligent. It hesitated then shook its head deliberately, turning away to patrol the yard. Chris was disappointed even though he couldn't explain why, he probably shouldn’t be inviting large, dangerous predators into his home anyway.

His friends made sure to come visit him but strangely it was the nightly visits from the cat that Chris looked forwards to the most. He hadn’t made a firm decision on whether or not it was real or what was happening, but he could admit that he liked it, knowing that someone was determined to protect him.

It was snowing. Chris tried to make out the shape of his cat in the overwhelming white, finally catching a glimpse of red eyes as it looked up. He still wasn’t sure what exactly it was, or what kind of cat, but it didn’t seem to like the snow much, its head lowered and body curled up as if miserable.

‘Hey, I’m going to bed, don’t worry.’ Chris held up his hands as the cat glared through the falling snow. ‘Just, do you want to come in? It’s cold out, and I guess you have fur, but…’

The cat glanced down at the snow then back up, finally nodding and padding through his open door.

‘Stay there, I’ll get you a towel.’ Chris hastily ordered before his floor got wet. It obeyed, waiting on the rug for him to return. He didn’t think it was going to like being dried off, but as he rubbed the towel over it the cat started to purr, a low rumble that he could feel vibrating through its body. When its head was dry it started nuzzling his shoulder, almost knocking him over. ‘Hey, easy there.’ Its fur wasn’t actually white as he’d first thought, it was a very pale blond and so thick and smooth that Chris got distracted running his hands through it until the cat shoved him away in annoyance. He couldn’t keep thinking of it as an it, especially not when it was in his house. ‘Just out of curiosity, are you a, uh, guy cat?’

It, he, nodded, seemingly amused at the question.

‘Ok, thanks.’ The cat followed him around like a shadow as he got ready for bed. Having him nearby made Chris feel more secure instead of worried and he slept soundly.

The cat was gone the next morning. He wasn’t surprised given it had vanished on him before, but it made him feel even more lonely.

The snowstorm grew steadily worse, the news reports indicating shutdowns of some services, and power outages, and for once Chris was glad to be off-duty.

The cat returned to keep an eye on him the next night. It was both expected and surreal but it was nice to have someone looking out for him, even if it was a mysterious cat.

When he woke up it was pitch black, and very cold. Groggily, Chris registered that the power had gone out, even the street lights were dark. He shivered, huddling under the covers more.

A head poked up from the floor, faintly-glowing red eyes regarding him steadily.

‘Are you cold?’ Chris asked sleepily, and before he could think better of it he’d flipped the covers back. ‘C’mere.’

The cat stared at him in what seemed to be surprise but he carefully climbed up onto the bed. He settled next to Chris, curling up around him. It was probably another entry on the list of bad ideas, but it was hard to complain about the few hundred pounds of warm cat cuddled up beside him. Chris buried his face gratefully in soft fur, the cat’s body vibrating as he purred.

This time the cat was still there when he woke up. Seeing the blond fur shining in the sunlight, knowing without a doubt that he was awake was the final convincing he needed that the cat was real. Somehow this was all real. ‘Morning.’ He muttered awkwardly as he realised that they’d spent the night in the same bed.

Red eyes gave him an amused stare.

‘Are you staying?’ Chris stroked one of the cat’s ears.

The cat nodded, making a pleased sounding purr. The power seemed to still be out, snow falling heavily and Chris figured that must be why the cat hadn’t left yet. ‘In that case, I guess let’s go see what I’ve got for breakfast.’

Chris pulled some clothes on quickly, shivering in the cold air and then noticed the cat was watching him. He turned to him and the red eyes widened in alarm, looking away as if embarrassed about being caught while voyeuristically watching Chris change. It was sort of weird since he was a cat, but Chris had been the one to undress without considering his guest so he tried to shrug it off.

He gave the cat some meat from the fridge, making himself an equally cold breakfast. The cat looked a bit affronted at the meal but he ate it anyway.

Afterwards, Chris grabbed his guitar before dropping onto the couch, glancing at the cat as he curled up beside him. ‘You like music?’

The cat blinked at him inscrutably.

‘Well, I hope so.’ Chris played for a while, noticing the cat’s ears twitching forwards in interest, his tail flicking side to side in time with the music. As he played the last chord with a flourish the cat purred and butted his leg. Chris took it as applause. ‘Thanks, you’re a great audience.’ He grinned and rubbed the cat’s forehead, scratching behind his ears to the loud rumbling purr of approval. His red eyes closed as he pushed his head further into Chris’ hand and Chris felt oddly content.

Jill called him later to check on him and to complain about dealing with the power outage. Chris listened sympathetically but he was glad to be on leave for once. ‘How’s everyone else doing?’

‘They’re good. Well, I don’t know about Wesker, he took a few days off just before this.’

Chris frowned, that wasn’t like Wesker at all. ‘Is he ok?’

Jill hesitated. ‘I don’t know, he’s not answering his phone, but he is technically on vacation.’

It worried him, but there wasn’t much he could do about it between his injuries and the blizzard. ‘Stay safe, Jill.’

Chris spent the next day with the cat too, napping on the couch or playing his guitar, since there wasn’t much to do while he was injured and the power was out. It was strangely easy to relax with the cat in a way he’d never felt with a human, and he was enjoying the company.

The cat vanished the morning the power came back on. Chris was disappointed but not surprised, the cat seemed to have decided he was his protector but he had only been staying with Chris out of necessity. He still missed his cat though.

Chris opened the door without thinking, assuming one of his friends had dropped by and blinked in surprise at the man ringing his doorbell. ‘Wesker?’

‘Chris.’ Wesker replied blandly.

There was a long pause while Chris stared dumbfounded at him.

‘Are you going to let me in?’

‘Uh, yeah.’ Chris opened the door wider, realising Wesker was carrying several bags. ‘What’re you doing here?’

‘Checking up on you. And I thought you might need some food after that storm.’ Wesker didn’t stop, heading straight for Chris’ kitchen.

‘Thanks?’ Utterly confused, Chris trailed after him, watching him unpack the groceries he’d brought. Of all the people he’d expected to visit him Wesker was at the bottom of the list. He was a good captain, and friendly enough but it just wasn’t something Chris would’ve pictured him doing. But here he was, calmly putting things away in Chris’ fridge and cupboards like he did it everyday.

Chris frowned, Wesker had brought a lot of food, which Chris needed, but it wasn’t the three day storm that had cleaned him out it had been his feline visitor. And he definitely hadn’t told anyone about that. Now that he thought about it Wesker had known where his kitchen was too despite never having been in his house before. He stared at the back of the man’s head, the blond hair that was the exact same colour as his mysterious cat, and a suspicion started to form in his mind. Wesker did seem a bit feline, the way he moved was almost like stalking… No, Wesker had been the one who found him first, so it was simply two things getting mixed up in his mind. But maybe not. Chris argued with himself, that it was insane, that his captain wasn’t some kind of supernatural creature, except… Screw it. ‘It’s you, isn’t it?’

‘What?’ Wesker threw him an annoyed glance but didn’t stop unpacking the groceries.

‘You’re the cat.’

‘What are you talking about Chris?’ His tone was casual but his shoulders were suddenly tense and Chris knew he was right.

‘You’re a werewo-, uh, werecat?’

‘That’s ridiculous.’ Wesker shook his head, turning around to grimace at Chris.

Chris wasn’t going to give up, not when he was positive even though it should’ve been impossible. ‘Well, what do you call yourself then?’

Wesker crossed his arms and stared at Chris, his eyes inscrutable behind his sunglasses. ‘I don’t have a word for it. It’s just what I am.’

‘You’re a cat.’ Chris said just to confirm what he’d heard, trying to wrap his mind around the fact that Wesker had just admitted it.

He scoffed. ‘No, I can turn into a cat when I want to.’

‘How? Why?’ Chris blurted the questions out, half-convinced that this was some sort of elaborate joke. ‘Were you born as one or-’

‘Stop it.’ Wesker snapped harshly, but the expression on his face wasn’t anger, it was fear.

‘Sorry.’ Chris quieted, but he wouldn’t forget that look, he wanted to know what scared Wesker that badly and keep it from hurting him again. ‘Thank you. For telling me, and for looking out for me.’

Wesker shrugged awkwardly as if brushing it off as no big deal.

Abruptly Chris remembered the past few days, cuddling up to the cat for warmth, no, cuddling up to Wesker, the way the cat, Wesker, had looked away when he’d changed in front of him… ‘Wait, you were in my bed. You saw me naked.’

Wesker’s cheeks went pink and he dropped his gaze. ‘You invited me in.’ He murmured defensively.

‘I thought you were some kind of supernatural cat, not-’ Chris gestured at him, fumbling for the most straightforward word. ‘-a man.’

‘You’re right. My behaviour was inappropriate. I apologise.’ Wesker was still flushed, but his voice was ice cold. ‘I’ll see you at the station when you return.’ He tried to push past Chris without touching him.

Chris blocked his way with an outstretched arm. He didn’t care about the werecat thing anymore because he’d just had a far more important revelation and there wasn’t a chance in hell that he was letting Wesker leave now. ‘I didn’t say it bothered me. That you’re a man. That you were in my bed.’

Wesker was so close to him that Chris could hear his breath hitch as Chris reached up and pulled his sunglasses off. Grey eyes searched his face in disbelief. ‘Chris? Are you-’

Chris cupped the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss. Wesker grabbed for him, practically melting into his arms, moaning desperately into his mouth. ‘Hey, easy, it’s ok.’ Chris reassured him, alarmed at how panicked he seemed. He stroked Wesker’s hair to calm him down, unconsciously following the same path he’d used on the cat, scratching behind his ear. A deep rumble came out of him that almost made Chris snatch his hand back in surprise. ‘Are you purring?’

Wesker snarled, his eyes flickering from grey to red. Well, that explained why he wore sunglasses all the time, but that was something to think about later.

Chris petted his hair again, making the noise resume. ‘God, you are purring.’

‘Don’t push it.’ Wesker warned him, rubbing his head into his hand anyway just like a cat.

Chris did push it once they were in bed and he had Wesker underneath him, and he was thrilled to discover that his hair wasn’t the only thing Chris could stroke to make him purr.

#chris x wesker #chrisker #fanfic #albert wesker #chris redfield