✑❝ISN❜T IT BEAUTIFUL?❞

📕 VOLUME 1: ABOUT ME / DNI

*Special of the week: Hendrick J. Easterman (Outlast Trials)!

My name is Remy, I am an autistic, unlabled trans man*. [He/Him] I write for AMAB male reader primarily, but will write FTM male reader, or GN / genital nonspecific reader upon request or on a whim. I typically write MLM, but will sometimes write WLM (MReader). I do write yandere and smut, and for that reason all of my work is 18+, and though I am aware that I can't police minors on what content they consume, I still will block any blogs I find out are minors.

As for DNI, I do not want minors interacting in any way because I do write sexual content. I do not want proshippers interacting with me because I find the majority of them use it for things such as blatant pedophillia or incest. That, along with basic criteria (Zionists, homophobes, transphobes, racists, et cetera) wraps up my DNI.

I am aware I write morally gray ships, but I write to enjoy the psychological aspect and not to romanticize harming people. I don't particularly care what label that gives me.

*I'm agender, but I feel most comfortable with masculine descriptors, titles, and names.

📗 VOLUME 2: WORKS AND RULES

Rules:

Rules for requests are simple; I write for the yandere trope, am open to most kinks, but I will not write pedophillia, incest, rape (even cnc), uncomfortable age gaps (reader younger), feces or emeto, etc.

I will write for prompts requesting specific features, such as a certain race or body type or mental or physical illness/disability, but I have a limited scope in these and am very open to constructive criticism of me misinterpreting something. I write smut, fluff, angst, and anything in between.

If you want to request a kink and a character I can do that, but I prefer more in-depth requests. I'm a tiny blog, so I'll reply to everything, including non-prompt asks.

Works:

Fandoms

- The Batman (2022)

Kick-The-Bucketlist | Edward Nashton x M!Mayor!Reader

- Resident Evil

Albert Wesker x Reader Masterlist

- Mouthwashing

Curly x Reader Masterlist

- Outlast

Hendrick J. Easterman x Reader Masterlist

Anons:

Love Anon

📘 VOLUME 3: FANDOMS

*R! and P! are shorthand for romantic and platonic.

• Phantom Of The Opera (R!All; I'll write for most any version of Erik. I tend to prefer Cherik, Leroux, and most of all Karimloo's Erik. Will also write for Raoul.)

• Other literature (R!All; Atticus Finch, Jeckyll and Hyde, Count Dracula, Jay Gatsby, maybe some more?)

• Outlast Series (R!All; Miles Upshur, Rick Trager, Chris Walker, Waylon Park, Eddie Gluskin, Blake Langermann, Val, H.J. Easterman, Mother Gooseberry, Leland Coyle, Franco Barbi, Lilya Bogomolova, Pusher, Pitcher, Night Crawler.)

• Dispatch (R!All; Sonar, Robert, Phen, and Flambae most of all)

• Interview With The Vampire Lestat (R!Armand, Louis, Lestat, and Daniel — Poly is AOK!!)

• Baldur's Gate 3 (R!All; I've only played act 1 so far, though.)

• Mouthwashing (R!All Actor AU, R!All but Jimmy canon, will not hard dom Anya w/ male reader.)

• Fallout 4 (R!All; Hancock, Valentine, maybe more not sure)

• Skyrim (R!All; Argis, CICERO YES CICERO, Brynjolf, Mercer, Vilkas, Farkas, more)

• Marvel (R!All; Most characters but I'm very much not caught up)

• DC (R!All; 2022 Riddler (♡), generic Batman, generic Superman, etc. I don't know the difference between any of the Robins, sorry :P)

• Hannibal NBC (R!Hannibal, R!Will, R!Bedelia, R!Matthew, R!Francis.)

• Slashers (R!All; Brahms Heelshire, Billy + Stu, Patrick Bateman, Michael Meyers, etc.)

• Call of Duty: (R!All; including Makarov and König.)

• Resident Evil: (R!All; Wesker, Leon, Ada, Chris, Heisenberg, and more. I've barely begun to get into RE, bear with me.)

• RDR2 (R!All; most men. Won't do Micah, sorry Micah enjoyers ^^,)

• Date Everything!: (R!All; I. Love Hector. I'm trying to branch out and so far I love Eddie and Volt too! If you have a req I'll watch the romance playthrough for the characters)

• Creepypasta: (R!All but like. The kids I'm not writing for Lazari and Sally)

• And more! Go ahead and ask whatever you're thinking of, there's a good chance I'll like the prompt enough to research your guy.

📙VOLUME 4: NAVIGATION

Rules -> This post. Likely not going to be used again.

Announcements -> Updates on posting, fics, and more.

Organization -> Masterlists and more.

My Works -> Complete or multipart fanfictions that I came up with myself.

My Asks -> Asks that are not about fanfiction, i.e., life updates or greetings.

My Requests -> Asks that are about fanfiction, i.e., a request for a character headcannons.

Fics To Be -> Things I will eventually make a fic.

Misc -> Anything else that I find important to post in this account rather than my other account. Polls, art, etc.

Character tags -> May it be ocs or featured characters, I'll include a tag to filter out or look through.

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He was restless now. You finally put your hands on him and, instead of thanking you, he was just complaining more, the brat. To be fair, it had been a half hour and you hadn't let him cum.

"Baby, please, come on," Miles whined, bucking up into your loose grasp as you languidly stroked his cock.

"I'm touching you, aren't I? This was what you wanted. How else should I do this?"

"I-I don't know. Use your mouth, tighten your fist, fuck me, anything. I need you. I'd do anything if you'd just... wait, what are you—where are you going?" He rambled as you stood up, leaving his cock unattended. He wrapped a sweaty hand around it, touching himself while he waited to stave off the loneliness. But it wasn't right. It wasn't as focused, as intimate, as pleasurable when it weren't your hands wringing out an orgasm.

"If I knew you'd be so eager, I would have hid lube and condoms in the living room."

"I'm already prepped. And we don't need a condom," Miles corrected breathlessly.

"You're prepped?"

"Tried to just do it myself. Didn't want to bother you, baby, but fuck, it wouldn't work. Nothing did. Need you. Prepped hoping this would happen."

You paused for a moment, a smile growing slowly. God, he was needy. You could work with this.

"Hm... I don't know, I'd hate to deal with the cleanup if I came inside you. Or even if I came on your stomach."

"I want it. I want you to come inside. I'll—baby, I'll seriously put in a plug after if you'll just fuck me now. Please."

How can you say no to that voice? He's practically trembling for you.

You sigh dramatically and line your cockhead up with his hole and pushed in, the stretch making Miles squeeze his eyes shut and whine out a string of curses.

"Are you ready?" You asked as soon as you were snug inside him. You knew he wasn't, but you wanted him to say it.

"W-wait, babe, too much—"

"But you were snapping at me for a whole half an hour to hurry up and fuck you. You were so fucking desperate that you didn't even want to kiss. What happened to that?"

"You started fucking splitting me in half, that's what happened! God, okay, okay, you can—just... please, be slow."

And you were. You were too slow, in fact, that he groaned again. "Goddamnit, stop it...! You know what you're doing."

"Always complaining, aren't you? Maybe I should just give you a dildo and let you fuck yourself at the pace you want. Or do you want to ride? Since no matter how I do it, you're not happy."

"No! No, come on, babe, you're perfect. So... mmh, so fucking perfect. Yes, like that, thank you."

His hair was plastered to his forehead now, and when you started fucking into him, words seemed to abandon him in favor of loud whines and desperate pleads of half-baked syllables of what *might* be your name.

"You're so needy for me, Miles. What brought that on? You're usually better at pretending to have a brain during sex," you joke between punishing thrusts, but you get the feeling that he wasn't comprehending too much of what you were saying.

"You—hhgnnn!—your pictures? C-couldn't, fuck, get 'em out—mmh!—outta m'head! V-videos, too, fuck, please!" He all but sobbed. Videos?

Glancing around, sure enough, you saw the telltale red LED of a camera pointed at you and him. The genius asshole planned this out, he knew you'd take him to the bed for edging, he probably set the camera up way before you came home.

Well, if he wanted a show, he'd get one. You pulled out unceremoniously, ignoring his desperate whines of protest, and strolled to the camera. Once Miles realized what you were doing, he protested, worried you'd turn the camera off. "Please, babe, come on, I need it!" He whined, only to shut up when you instead grabbed the camera and brought it back to the bed.

"Where were we?" You hummed, easing back inside him and using the camera to zoom in on your cock disappearing into his ass. "Why don't you tell the camera how long you've been close?" While you fucked into him, you used your free hand and languidly stroked his neglected, dripping cock.

"So—S-So, so long. Been so close, uh, uh, uh! So close, please, please, fuck, cumming!" Miles warned desperately, hands gripping the bedsheets as his body locked up and he arched into the touch among pornographic moans. Miles, true to his word, came, his ass tightening around you and his cock spitting out ropes of hot cum across your hand.

You found yourself hammering into him to chase your own release, and when he realized you were also close, he found his hoarse voice and whined, "Fu-u-uck, please inside!" Before you came, filling his hole up with more than he could keep inside.

You panted, flopping down beside him, and snuggled up with him as you turned off the recording. "Mmh. You're so cute, Miles, you know that? Especially when you're so desperate."

Miles tossed a pillow at you. "Fuck off. You did this to me. Take responsibility."

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Me in the rushed endings competition

You methodically rubbed the tension from his muscles in circles, kissing the back of his head and distracting him from the police report he had to review. "Lunch break is an hour. And you don't seem to be as against it as you say you are," you hum in reply, letting a hand wander down his clothed chest and onto his thigh as you leaned down to kiss his neck.

"That's beside the point. You aren't one for quickies, nor am I. We take our time, don't we?"

"We do."

"And..." he stiffened as you grazed his half-hard cock with your fingers, "...well, I suppose an hour should be long enough for you. You minx."

"That's the spirit," you grinned wickedly, standing up and swiveling his chair around to catch him in a kiss.

Wesker knit his fingers in your hair, his lips falling open and tongue darting out into your mouth. Your tongues and jaws worked together—or maybe against each other. It was hot and messy in a way that was so unlike Wesker to anyone who knew him, but for you, it was standard behavior with your desperate boy.

Lunch break. Okay. That meant nobody would bother Wesker, since the team usually left for lunch, but he knew at the very least that Jill and Chris were having lunch in the cafeteria instead. And with the mounting reports that the team had to investigate every day, he wouldn't be surprised if someone had a query. He takes it back, people would totally bother him.

Wesker took off your belt before he took his off, eager to get his hands on you, so when you grabbed his wrists, he whined softly in protest.

"Come on. We don't need to rush..." you murmured against the shell of his ear, nipping his neck as he shuddered.

You turned him around gently, kissing his throat all the while and soaking in the shivers and gasps. Then, you placed a palm on his back and forced his chest down onto the desk, all sweet pretense gone.

The gasp he made was shocked, erotic, and loud.

"Need to stuff my tie in your mouth? Don't want the others to hear that sound you just made for me," you teased.

"No—no, no, no, I can be quiet. I'm no—mmh, I'm no brainless, lovedrunk idiot," he shook his head, adjusting himself on the table to look back at you, sunglasses askew on his face.

You took the glasses off for him, folding them neatly and setting them on the edge of the desk. You liked to watch his eyes: pupils swollen with lust and steely irises rolling to the back of his head and eyelids forcing themselves shut and everything else in between.

"What do you want, Albert? Use your words."

"I want... I want you to make love to me."

"Good. That wasn't so hard. Wait here, I need to get—"

"Lube and condoms are in the bottom drawer of my desk."

"Oh?"

Sure enough, there they were. A box, a bottle, a toy for him, and a photo of you. You'd have to do this again and embarrass him with the toy. Or use it on him. You couldn't be mad, imitation and flattery and all that.

"Hurry. Lunch break will end before you're even inside me."

A swift smack to his clothed ass made him cant into the desk, yelping fading into a whine.

"Behave and be quiet, Captain," you sneered, "Chris is gonna come in here wondering what all the noise is."

You finished stripping yourself, making a show of walking to the door with your lower half bare, locking it, and pulling the curtain closed. When you returned, Wesker had already begun yanking down his own pants. You watched in amusement as he tried to take them off while obediently staying on the table. He could only get so much off until you stepped in and graciously stripped him as well.

He watched in rapt attention as you tore the condom wrapper with your teeth and rolled it on one-handed whilst the other caressed his bare ass.

"Maybe I should get some leather gloves, too. Would you like that? The leather on your skin?"

"Please," he groaned, although the image you planted turned him on to no end. "No more. You said you'd touch me. We only have an hour. "

"Fifty minutes, actually."

"You talk too much."

Shrugging, you warmed lube between your fingers and circled his tight rim of muscles. He relaxed his hole without being told and pressed his ass against your hand, but it was only when he gave up trying to speed things up that you dipped two fingers in his tight ass.

He swallowed a moan, forcing his hand over his mouth in an attempt to quiet himself. You targeted his prostate, only gliding over it instead of fucking your fingers into it, and once you added a third, he murmured dazed gratitudes and pleads until you pulled out and began lining your cock with his entrance.

Pushing in was slow and sweet, but when you heard nearby chatter from someone or other on the phone, you formed an idea.

Buried to the hilt, you pulled out and fucked in with two electrifying movements that made him gasp into his palm and then bite down on his hand to avoid the loud whine that threatened to come out.

The chatter paused for an agonizing moment.

"Captain? You in there?" Chris called as he knocked on the door.

Wesker clenched around you in trepidation and lust as he begged you with his eyes not to interrupt him as he replied.

"Y-Yes. I'm in here. Just—ah, just busy!" He said quickly as you began grinding into him, already buried entirely inside and snug against his flesh.

"Darling—mmng—! What the fuck are you—oh, oh, please—what are you doing? Not while... they can't... oh, please, my love, faster."

"Listen to yourself. You want this. You like the thrill. Don't pretend otherwise. You're so tight, Bee. So perfect. You drive me crazy," you murmured into his neck.

"Stop—hnn—saying things like that..."

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You were panting, invigorated by the so-called quickie that took the better part of the entire lunch break, and he was shivering, barely able to fix his askew sunglasses. Wesker was slowly growing irritated that you were able to seduce him so easily.

"You are banned from my office during lunch hours."

He got dressed with a wordless frustration after that, though when you pressed a kiss to his temple, he faltered and grabbed your chin for a proper kiss.

"For... a week."

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I AM SO SORRY FOR BEING INACTIVE PLUS THE DOGSHIT ENDING I JUST NEEDED TO POST!!!! Thank you guys for kind words and keeping up with me, perhaps I will post more regularly. I do have a miles upshur ask i'm excited about, plus several wesker asks i desperately need to write. Anyways, i love you guys!!!