nightdreamer ♡

because of you

tainted bliss*

oh, please, won't you stay?*

I see his reflection in your eyes

isn't this enough?*💃

worship in the bedroom*

Do you feel my heat on your skin?*💃

need you, want you, love you*💃

Personal headcanons

seeing double* (Wesker x Reader x Zeno)

Proposal headcanons

Okay, it was stupid to go and break into a store at night. But leaving you there all alone was worse. Everyone had already evacuated as soon as the police sirens started wailing, and you hadn't managed to escape. On your way out, you were met by a dozen or so police officers who didn't believe your excuse that you were there by accident. Now you couldn't help but wonder how people you considered friends could just abandon you. You'd resigned yourself to the fact that you'd gotten handcuffed and ended up in the back of a police car. Two officers were in the car, one of whom, with white hair, glanced back at you. For a moment, you thought you saw amusement in his eyes at the whole situation.

“What's next for me?” You asked quickly. You wanted to believe his colleagues would find your fake friends and face them consequences. It was supposed to be just a stupid prank, and not wanting to stand out from the rest, you decided to go with them. And now you were going to the police station alone.

“I’ll have to question you,” he said firmly, his gaze once again focused on something in front of him.

At that moment, you wanted to lie down in your warm bed and forget you'd ever been drawn into this. Some people told you this wasn't the right company for you... It's a shame you found out so late. No one spoke the entire ride, and the only sound was the police radio.

Once there, it was the same man who'd spoken to you in the patrol car who grabbed your arm, leading you toward the interrogation room. He sat you down in a chair and sat across from you. The room looked almost standard, with a metal table in the center and a lamp hanging above it, flickering slightly. He looked you straight in the eye and then spoke.

“So, listen, how did this happen?” Considering the situation you were in, he was quite composed. You weren't sure if that scared or reassured you more.

“I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.” You kept to repeat that you were there by accident. The entire time, he was staring at you intently, as if he have a polygraph in eyes.

"Maybe I'll ask you a different question then. . Why would you be at the store in the middle of the night? It's too late to be shopping." He said firmly, refusing to be lied to, but you still stuck to your story. You didn't know what the consequences would be, because not only had you stolen something, but you'd also broken in with others.

"Maybe I was sleepwalking, why didn't you think of that, officer?" A slightly cheeky smile appeared on your face. Actually, it wasn't the first time you'd done something like this, only this time the police had managed to catch someone. They'd prepared you for this kind of situation, so you weren't even going to tell him whose idea it was.

His eyebrow rose slightly, and you sensed he wasn't going to be easily unnerved.

“Don't tell me such nonsense; you're wasting my precious time, unless I can somehow encourage you to talk?” His voice was still calm, and he continued to look you in the eye, as if he wanted to exert some influence. Hearing something like that, you laughed briefly to yourself.

“So the good cop is finally coming to an end? Well, I've grown to like him already.” You sighed a little. There was no way you could have said who the leader was.

“You’re not trying to make me angry; you’re making things worse for yourself…the longer you continue to resist, I’ll make sure you get a whole bunch of community service hours to think about your behavior.” You took a deep breath, feeling things starting to get serious.

He stood up from his seat and reached for your still buttoned hands to unbutton them, but then he spoke.

"I need to search you, so stand up and spread your legs slightly and spread your hands wide." He instructed you, and you stood up, waiting for him to do it. You wanted to get it over with. He was touching your body through your clothes when he suddenly stopped, feeling a protruding part. He didn't want to dive under your skirt, so he gently moved it, and a moment later, a pink vibrator was on the floor. He lifted it and, before placing it on the table next to him, said.

"If that's the situation, you'll have to take off your clothes... I need to check everything thoroughly." He said firmly, and you rolled your eyes. Trying to escape was pointless, so you just sighed loudly, starting to undress. A moment later, you were in front of him in your underwear, which you'd somehow managed to put on so quickly, still with the tag on it. He chuckled softly, and now this attempted search felt even more... imminent.

“You’re clever and quite agile.” He commented slightly, squeezing your bra as if he expected something hidden there too. You stood still, your back to him.

“You speak as if you’ve never seen a thief like me.” You answered him quickly, and his hands immediately moved to your hips, where he accidentally brushed his hand against your panties.

“If underwear is stolen, you should take it off.” He said, sitting down across from you, and you felt like it was probably too much. The room was small enough and certainly soundproof. You slowly realized where this was going and decided to use this fact to your advantage.

Very slowly, you stripped off your underwear and placed it on the desk where the silicone toy lay. He looked at you closely, tracing your body, and then stood up again. He moved your hair to the side, gazing down at your bare breasts.

“I’m surprised you haven’t hidden anything here, but I’m sure you’ll surprise me with something else.” He admitted in an amused tone and reached his gloved hand into your pussy. He slid two fingers in, beginning to move them slightly, as if he expected a small toy hidden there. You bit your lower lip, feeling a pleasant shiver run through your body whenever his fingers touched your sensitive spot. It didn’t last long, as he immediately pulled them out of you.

You remained silent now, adopting this as your current tactic. He quickly understood and took your wrists. He re-cuffed your hands, leaving you completely helpless. You were so helpless now. But it still wasn't enough to make you speak. The silence was so quiet you could hear your heart pounding in your ears when you suddenly heard him undoing his belt. At first, you didn't understand why, but when you heard a loud snap, you immediately saw what he wanted to use it for.

“How can I convince you to talk?” He asked, seemingly not expecting you to answer, and in one swift movement, he scooped you up and placed you on the desk. You were dangerously leaning towards him, completely exposed. You smiled to yourself and glanced at him over your shoulder.

"Are you going to spank me, officer? I'm afraid that won't make me talk."

When he heard this, his expression remained serious, and he only used the strap on you once, leaving a long red mark on one of your buttocks. He wasn't gentle, but you didn't mind at all. You still acted confident, a smirk on your face. He didn't like it, and he grabbed your arm again, finally bringing you to your knees, level with his crotch.

“I’m giving you a choice…You do as I tell you, you won’t have to reveal any names, and the punishment will be more lenient, so the deal?” He grabbed your chin, looking down at you.

He didn't look like he was lying, and you didn't even wonder for a moment if it was even legal for him to do so.

"I guess I've just hit my lucky day, huh?" You said with a slight smile, biting your lower lip. He didn't answer, just stripped off his dark police pants and underwear. He was now half-dressed in front of you. His stiffening penis was centered a few centimeters from your face. He leaned back against the desk, and since you couldn't use your hands, you started to satisfy him with your mouth. You'd never done anything like this before. His hands were immediately on the back of your head, forming a small ponytail, which he used to move your head as he desired. You hadn't expected anything like this. For a moment, he stopped watching as saliva dripped from your chin along with his pre-cum. Your chest was heaving, and you were gasping for breath. He ran his hand over your wet lips, looking into your eyes.

"You're a naughty little one, but you take my cock like any other whore." That was probably meant as praise. You didn't have time to respond because your head started moving back and forth again. You felt the tip of his cock hitting your throat more and more often. Maybe at first, it was an uncomfortable feeling, like a gag reflex. It went away on its own. During that time, you stared into each other's eyes. After each long moment of him literally fucking your face, he gave you a moment to breathe, and the area beneath you became truly wet from the amount of saliva dripping from your chin. In some strange way, the way he used his position affected you. Your mascara smudged slightly around your eyes. Your body trembled slightly, and once again, his cock almost entered your throat, only to slide it out again. He didn't finish in your mouth, but somewhere on your exposed breasts.

“This is what you deserve, to be cummed on like a common slut,” he said with amusement in his eyes. You breathed heavily, but your gaze drifted to the floor. You began to get the feeling that degrading you must be some kind of fetish of his, or that he was truly abusing his position as the good cop.

He lifted you far too gently for someone he'd just called you a slut. Your hands were still cuffed, but now he propped your butt against the edge of the desk.

You looked at him with a mysterious look in your eyes.

“I wish you would never steal again…but then you wouldn’t be brought here for questioning.” He joked, taking his hands on either side of your hips.

“You can always ask me out, cop…I promise not to take your wallet unless you really annoy me.” You also joked.

You’re a light sleeper, so he makes sure to carefully step into the house ; his large boots avoiding any creak in the floorboards that might startle you.

He sighs contently to himself when he opens the bedroom door to see you peacefully lying in bed. You’re on your back, wearing a large t shirt that’s scrunched up below your breasts ; the blanket is at your knees exposing your cute little panties with a B written in sharpie at the hem. He made you do that but you didn’t refuse ; you never refuse.

He softly kneels on the bed and wastes no time hooking his fingers into the waistband of your underwear ; slowly pulling them all the way off. He moans at the sight of your cunt. “goddamn doll, you make me feel like the luckiest motherfucker on the planet” he purrs.

You begin to twitch and Ben fears you’re about to wake up. He frees his already hard cock from the restraints of his suit, and slightly lifts your hips up to line himself with your entrance. With one thrust he enters your pussy with a groan.

You open your eyes at the feeling of pressure in your stomach and the cool air brushing past your skin. With only the moonlight seeping through the curtains, your eyes fail to adjust to the figure in- front of you, or rather on top of you.

“W-what, Ben?” you whisper. You try to sit up but he pushes you down with a hand gripped around your throat.