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I'm Hex! It's nice to meet everyone :). I go by he/they pronouns; I am AFAB, and I have not yet started T or had surgery. I'm 20 years old, and a writer/artist off and on for the last few years. I play Dead by Daylight more than I should. I'm mainly a surv main (Dwight, Thalita, Orela), and also hop on Killer sometimes (Wesker).
I write and yap a lot here.
Fandoms include: BTD/TPOF/YKMET, Dead by Daylight, Call of Duty (specifically remakes & BOCW/BO6), Skyrim, Dead by Daylight. Dead by Daylight, Dead by Dayl--
I also do OC stuff, and I have two roleplay blogs for my OCs!
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okay i’m gonna say it: fandoms are kinda dying on tumblr, and they’re starving because nobody reblogs anymore.
like… i don’t wanna be that person but be for real?? likes are cute and all but they do nothing for creators. ZERO. NADA. a reblog is literally the oxygen mask keeping this blue hellsite alive. you say you “love” a fic, an edit, a gifset? then BABES… reblog it. boost it. let it breathe.
half the time creators are out here pouring their entire soul, spine, AND three vertebrae into something just for it to get 200 likes and 3 reblogs, two of which are their own. that’s why people stop posting. that’s why fandoms feel empty. content doesn’t magically fall from the sky — it comes from people who feel seen.
and i promise you: reblogging is free. it costs you like 0.2 seconds and suddenly you’re personally responsible for keeping a whole fandom alive. congrats!! so yeah. if you like something? reblog it. scream in the tags. yell. keyboard smash. put sparkles. do whatever. just don’t let creators feel like they’re shouting into a void.
reblogs feed creators. reblogs keep fandoms thriving. reblogs literally save lives (okay maybe not literally but u get it).
support the creators you love !!!!!! or else we’re all gonna be sitting in empty tags like clowns.
hello fellow artists. google has fallen. pinterest/duckduckgo AI filters don't work. do not despair; here is a list i made of places to find reference images without having to sift through piles of worthless garbage. (for future editing convenience i am just linking my blog post on dreamwidth.)
✨ good places to find art reference that are not full of AI trash 🌈
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He enjoys marking up a partner as much as assumed of him, but his preference is to be the one walking away covered in teeth marks.
He enjoys the ache in the days following whenever he prods at the bite with his fingertips, the bruises that blossom over his skin in various colours as the wound heals.
Andrei's apprehension grates on him, as the man nips and sucks at the pale skin over his chest. His reluctance to sink his teeth into his commander's flesh until Vladimir sucks a breath through his teeth and nudges him away.
So, he grasps the man's face in his hand, digging his fingers into the joint of his jaw, nails piercing soft flesh until the other man winces in his grip.
"Do it properly, or I'll make an example of your throat and you'll enjoy it far less than I will."
The next time Andrei bites him, it's agonising. The man's teeth tug and pull at his skin, blood beads under his canines as they pierce the supple skin.
When he slips a thigh between Andrei's legs, he knows he underestimated the man's masochistic tendencies as the captain grinds down, cock leaking against the fabric of his boxers.
okayokay, request!! because i love the fic with wesker and male!reader: wesker finding out reader is clicker trained, and uses it against the poor guy, hehehe, i hope that’s alright to request, if not! feel free to ignore it <3
oh and uh, emoji…. 🥬 i wanna be lettuce please
sorry this is so late!! it’s also not proof read,,,, hard to write with only one hand 😔
Warnings: None, Wesker Being Wesker
MASTERLIST.
Your head poked into his office carefully, glancing around. The blinds were drawn shut. Wesker was perched on his desk like he always was before your— indiscretions. His sunglasses were off for once.
You shut and lock the door behind you. It had been a few months since your affair had started. Wesker was surprisingly affectionate (assuming he didn’t have a long day full of bullshit) so you gave him a little kiss on the cheek.
He tilted his head. You heard a little click and froze, going pink, thighs pressing together instinctively. Wesker grinned, and revealed the clicker in his hand. “Hello, dear heart.” His free hand snagged your belt loop, keeping you close.
“H-Hey.” You said, trying to figure out what you could even say to that. “Uhm… what’s the, uh, clicker for?”
He hummed, pressing his (cold) nose against your throat. “You have known me for this long, and you think I haven’t picked up on your… fascination with how our K9s are trained?” He was used that drawl whenever he thought someone was being particularly idiotic.
You stuttered. “Well— I-I—“
He pressed the clicker, and you shivered, head dropping onto his shoulder. “…Sir… this isn’t fair.” You mumbled against the soft fabric of his uniform.
He laughed—a warm sound that made you go a bit fuzzy. “When have I ever been fair, dear?” Wesker tilts your head back. “Kneel.”
You swallow, eyes going down. He was already so hard, just from… Christ. Your ears burned red as you knelt, his hands apply gentle (but firm) pressure. You peer up at him, jolting a bit with pleasure as he clicked that damn clicker again.
“Good boy.” Click. Those nimble fingers wound into your hair, grinding your cheek against his bulge. “Get to work.”
He was going to be insufferable.
You unzipped his pants, fumbling with the belt. You gently pulled his cock out, and shivered as he clicked again. Fucking hells. Your poor cock was trapped in your pants, painfully hard.
You licked at his tip, before taking him as far as you could. He was just long and you had a sensitive gag reflex.
Your eyes go wide as he grabs your hair, and pulls you down until your nose is buried in his pubic hairs. You gag, fingers pushing and clawing at his thighs for a moment.
Click. “Good boy.”
Your cock twitched in your pants. Your cheeks heated up more. You whined as he set the pace and you just tried to go along with it without blacking out or throwing up.
You hesitantly ran your tongue along a vein on the underside. “Good— fuck—“ Wesker said, breath going heady. “—good mutt— mgh—“ His head tipped back, and he groaned before pulling you off of him. Wesker took a moment to compose him.
“I wonder what other tricks you know.” He mused, flipping the clicker in his hand. His grin gets far more predatory as he looks down at you.
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okayokay, request!! because i love the fic with wesker and male!reader: wesker finding out reader is clicker trained, and uses it against the poor guy, hehehe, i hope that’s alright to request, if not! feel free to ignore it <3
oh and uh, emoji…. 🥬 i wanna be lettuce please
sorry this is so late!! it’s also not proof read,,,, hard to write with only one hand 😔
Warnings: None, Wesker Being Wesker
MASTERLIST.
Your head poked into his office carefully, glancing around. The blinds were drawn shut. Wesker was perched on his desk like he always was before your— indiscretions. His sunglasses were off for once.
You shut and lock the door behind you. It had been a few months since your affair had started. Wesker was surprisingly affectionate (assuming he didn’t have a long day full of bullshit) so you gave him a little kiss on the cheek.
He tilted his head. You heard a little click and froze, going pink, thighs pressing together instinctively. Wesker grinned, and revealed the clicker in his hand. “Hello, dear heart.” His free hand snagged your belt loop, keeping you close.
“H-Hey.” You said, trying to figure out what you could even say to that. “Uhm… what’s the, uh, clicker for?”
He hummed, pressing his (cold) nose against your throat. “You have known me for this long, and you think I haven’t picked up on your… fascination with how our K9s are trained?” He was used that drawl whenever he thought someone was being particularly idiotic.
You stuttered. “Well— I-I—“
He pressed the clicker, and you shivered, head dropping onto his shoulder. “…Sir… this isn’t fair.” You mumbled against the soft fabric of his uniform.
He laughed—a warm sound that made you go a bit fuzzy. “When have I ever been fair, dear?” Wesker tilts your head back. “Kneel.”
You swallow, eyes going down. He was already so hard, just from… Christ. Your ears burned red as you knelt, his hands apply gentle (but firm) pressure. You peer up at him, jolting a bit with pleasure as he clicked that damn clicker again.
“Good boy.” Click. Those nimble fingers wound into your hair, grinding your cheek against his bulge. “Get to work.”
He was going to be insufferable.
You unzipped his pants, fumbling with the belt. You gently pulled his cock out, and shivered as he clicked again. Fucking hells. Your poor cock was trapped in your pants, painfully hard.
You licked at his tip, before taking him as far as you could. He was just long and you had a sensitive gag reflex.
Your eyes go wide as he grabs your hair, and pulls you down until your nose is buried in his pubic hairs. You gag, fingers pushing and clawing at his thighs for a moment.
Click. “Good boy.”
Your cock twitched in your pants. Your cheeks heated up more. You whined as he set the pace and you just tried to go along with it without blacking out or throwing up.
You hesitantly ran your tongue along a vein on the underside. “Good— fuck—“ Wesker said, breath going heady. “—good mutt— mgh—“ His head tipped back, and he groaned before pulling you off of him. Wesker took a moment to compose him.
“I wonder what other tricks you know.” He mused, flipping the clicker in his hand. His grin gets far more predatory as he looks down at you.
