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fucked that you can’t fix other people especially when you really care about them. Oh so im just supposed to be there for you while you suffer. like a useless cunt gargoyle
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a / n : well , well , well . im back on my pet play bullshit but this time its 10x worse ! here's my puppy!emre :3c !!! everybody call him a good boy... (crossposted to ao3!)
— NSFW ⠀ : tags ★ , puppy!emre except he's a BIG dog ^^, excessive cum, knots, creampie, blahablahabalah smut smut smut, very obvious breeding kink from emre, sniffing kink???, freak4freak, also 3.5k words :>
reblogs , likes , are appreciated ! comments are vv wanted!!
You were more of a cat person overall, but, seeing the poor little doggy on the side of the road truly pulled at your heartstrings.
You took him home, had him lay in your lap the entire ride. He was a cute little thing, like a husky but with dark reddened fur and two white patches that slide right underneath his tiny ears.
Once in a lifetime dog. He's yours now, you feed him, bathe him, water him, like he's your little baby. He has the tiniest barks too! Small yips that shake his whole entire body, it’s adorable. Cute little teeth match his barks, small canines that show whenever he yawns big before curling up at your side and nuzzling his head into your thighs.
The little dog stays by your side as close as possible, during walks he never steps too far ahead and never yanks on his leash. It’s a mystery why anyone would abandon such a good pup.
You’re laying in bed, scrolling mindlessly on your phone as your doggy snuggles up against your chest, his eyes are stuck on your face as he lets out the smallest whine, gathering your attention.
You peek, “Hm? What is it?” you shuffle to lean up a bit, hand ruffling through the fur atop his tiny head, “Hungry? You already ate though..” you hum, and he closes his eyes. Guess he was just tired. You hope he doesn’t have some sort of sickness, but you had him checked at the vet already, despite how uncomfortable he looked afterward— it was all clear.
You pick his sleepy body up and lay him next to you, the both of you letting out big yawns as you plug your phone in for the night. It’s dark now, soft pattering on the window from the rain, in the background echoes thunder. Your puppy curls up into your neck, soft snores exiting from his tiny body as he snuggles, licking at his lips before effortlessly falling asleep. You fall asleep soon after.
Snore… “Guh..” ….Snooore… “Grrgh..” … Growling?
“Mmh.. you okay?” you ask without opening your eyes, ruffling his hair underneath your fingertips. Feels bigger than usual. Actually, a lot feels bigger. Bigger breathing against your neck, big.. Hands.. Lay against your waist, promptly squeezing whenever you wiggle.
You finally peel your eyes open.
You’re met with a stranger’s face who is sleeping soundly in front of you, dog ears twitching on his head as he snores, before baring his fangs in a tiny growl. You shriek. Rolling backwards off the bed with a loud slam which wakes the man up as he lets out a gruff… bark?
“Who the hell are you?! Get out of my house!!” you scream, scrambling for something to throw at him as he tilts his head.
“Whuh?” he shakes his head before scratching behind his ear with a hand with dark red claws, fur crawling up his forearm, stopping at his elbow. He says your name and your eyes grow even wider, tears welling up in your eyes as you’re one thousand percent certain– you’re getting robbed and stalked and murdered and, and–
“What’s wrong..?” he says, crawling over to you, pawing at your arm as you’re frozen.
“...Emre?” you whisper, like the name isn’t supposed to be his.
His ears perk up and his tail wags just slightly, laying flat on the bed, facing you with a more chiseled face you ever imagined the little puppy would have. What truly seals the deal is the two patches of white just beneath his ears. Emre leans his head down slightly, waiting for pets, like you usually do every time you both wake up.
You sink your hand into his shaggy hair, feeling him nuzzle up into your hand. He isn’t small though, so he pushes your hand up higher than ever before and you have to physically push down to keep it steady.
“Get up.” he says, now leaning back on his back, getting back into bed and nuzzling his head into your pillow, rolling ‘cutely’ onto his back, waiting for belly rubs. You get up from the floor, sitting beside him now as he looks at you, waiting.
“You’re big now.” you say, before laughing slightly, disbelief settling in your bones. Emre tilts his head again, looking at his body, then back at you, like this is normal for him.
You place your hand on his stomach, rubbing just above the patch of hair that you refuse to look below. He smiles lightly, and you give him a vague look.
“You can just, go human? Like, that?” you ask, thinking this is a dream, because there’s no way your puppy just became a grown man, who looks like he was chiseled from stone and made from Aphrodite’s chosen men.
He pouts for a second, “I could always do this,” he starts, before he lets out such a big yawn– that you can’t stop your eyes from landing on his sharp canines, his lips crooked as he yawns.
“I just, don’t because you give me all the food I want,” he smiles, with his crooked smile again, and you can’t help but smile back this time. You figure, if this is a dream, you might as well show your dream Emre, that you can treat him well human or not.
“Well, Emre,” you start, rubbing quick circles on his belly which makes him tilt and wiggle, just like he’d usually do, “you need clothes if you wanna stay like this.” He makes a soft growl in protest to that, but you insist on putting this big man in some clothes!
It’s been a day or two since then, and you refuse to believe this isn’t a dream, despite sleeping twice since then. He still lays next to you in bed, nuzzled neatly into the crook of your neck as his hands squeeze at your waist.
Honestly, it’s getting overwhelming, and fast. First off, you have a grown man who sits beside you all day, curled up next to your lap or by your legs. He acts like a straight dog! You’ve taught him to eat out from plates, and how to use silverware, but he prefers bowls. Human bowls of course, but still! Secondly, he refuses to wear anything beyond black boxers around the house. To make it worse, it’s not like you can let him go outside, because he hates wearing anything on his chest.
You’re scared and nervous because, he was.. Is– one of those dogs who like to.. Hump things. He hasn’t done anything weird, but you’re nervous that he’ll wake you up by humping his clothed cock against your back, or your ass. Or maybe he’ll put it on your face? Grinding his big bulge against your face, as he whines for you to wake up and take good care of your dog like you’re supposed to? Or maybe you’re just insane.
Emre’s sitting infront your legs, your thighs sitting on his shoulders as you both sit watching TV. His head his leaning on your thigh as his tail whacks against the couch in a rhythm. ‘Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump—’
“Whatcha wagging your tail for, Emre?” you ask and he turns to you with wide eyes, like he didn’t expect you to ask. He looks embarrassed, looking back at the TV, “You smell good..” he mumbles, the rhythm of his tail speeding up.
“Mmm? Is it my new soap?” you ask, sniffing yourself and he laughs.
“You’re ovulating.”
“Huh?”
He tilts his head back, until his hair tickles your tummy, “I said,” he breathes through his nose for at least four seconds, “You’re ovulating.”
His tail is whacking against the couch harder than before, and you forget what show you two were even watching. Maybe that’s why you keep thinking about him humping his dick on you, or maybe you’re just perverted, which is still possible.
“I, I am?” you question and he just nods, “Mhm, it smells.. Really good.” he squints for a second, running his hand up your leg, as he leans his head over to sniff against your skin. You watch as he turns his body to face you now, nuzzling his nose against your thigh, and sniffing a long line up to your panty-clad pussy. He sniffs loud.
You just watch as your breathing picks up, feeling your pussy quiver as he sucks in more air through his nose, his tail wagging so hard there’s a soft ‘whoosh’ noise accompanying it.
“Emre– cut it out, you’re being bad!” you finally shout out at him, but he doesn’t budge like he usually does. He pushes further, nudging his nose against your pussy despite your hand pushing at his forehead.
You swat at his head a few times and he finally backs up, looking up at you with panicked eyes as his tail lowers.
“What’s going on with you, Emre? You need to listen, okay?”
He just nods, still eyeing in between your legs as he places both hands on his…bulge.
You stare at him for a few seconds before he chooses to awkwardly stand up, his big body semi-hunched over as he breathes heavily, eyeing anything that isn’t you.
“I’m.. sleepy.” he says, and even to you it sounds like he’s unsure and he quickly retreats. He goes to nap in the bathroom for some reason, but hey, dogs are dogs.
You groan for a second, shutting your legs tightly, “Ugh..” you feel disgusting. Violated. But not in the bad way, like getting sniffed by Emre was actually the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced. You hate it. You drag yourself into your bedroom, not bothering to shut the TV off, you just lie in bed.
You writhe for a few seconds, praying that stupid heat between your legs goes away but it doesn’t. It stays, and it tingles inside you. He was definitely right– this is either you ovulating, or you being so horny from a dog.. Hybrid sniffing you that you could easily go and fuck the shit out of him right now.
But you don’t, because you’re lady-like, and ladies don’t fuck their.. Half-human dogs. Ladies stuff their hands into their panties and fuck themselves stupid on their own hands though. Ladies might even whisper the name of their half-human dogs as they cum, you know.
That’s lady-like.
You stay in your room all day, wondering when Emre would return. Not that you’re brave enough to go grab him yourself because you just masturbated your brain loose all because he sniffed your pussy.
In fact, you’re a bit thankful he doesn’t show up. Although, you start getting concerned when you’re laying in bed at his usual bed time, and he doesn’t show up. He doesn’t climb into your bed and shove his head into your chest, and he doesn’t hold onto you like you’re going to disappear in the morning– because he doesn’t show up.
Unfortunately for you, having him there is really comfortable, and having him not there feels awfully wrong. So you get up, out of bed, and walk to the bathroom. You’re nervous to see him, worried somehow he’s going to smell your pussy on your hand or something.
You really forgot dogs have great sense of smell, and that’s your fault but still, he shouldn’t have done that and neither should you have. You’re about to knock before you hear gruff growls coming from the bathroom, muffled. There’s something else too, something that sounds wet– and fast.
It’s been a few hours, and you’re worried about him.
He sounds hurt, soft whines coming from behind the door as he lets out half growls and soft whimpers. You opt for turning the door knob and opening the door.
You honestly don’t know why you did that.
You find him biting onto your towel as he nuzzles his head against the wall, his arm hooking his tail into his side as he fucks into his fist, cum dripping from his tip and adding onto the large puddle on the floor. There’s drool connecting his teeth to the towel, and he doesn’t even notice you’re there. He looks in pain, his hips thrusting wildly into his fist all the while he cums for whatever time this is.
“...Emre..?” you politely ask, and he looks at you before abruptly stopping, his hand shaking as he bites down harder on the towel, sniffing the air like a wild beast. You step closer, cautiously, reaching out to pet his head since that always calms him down.
He’s breathing so heavy, his body shaking as his tail vibrates despite him holding it down. He growls deeply, it rumbles through his chest and up his throat as he bares his teeth at you.
“I’m not gonna hurt you, I wanna help– are you okay..?” you ask, trying your hardest to ignore the most obvious cum pond he formed on the floor in front of him, even the wall has some splattered on it– his cock still dripping.
He leans closer, his ears flattening against his head before wildly twitching when your hand touches his head.
“God.. what should I do..?” you huff out and he steps closer, his boxers long forgotten as he tossed them in the sink. He groans as he nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, having to bend down to do so. His sticky hands are on your waist as he attempts to straddle your thighs– when that’s unsuccessful he presses his cock against your stomach— and humps.
God. He’s humping you. He’s rubbing his dick against your stomach and smudging his cum all over you as you just stand there, the towel still between his teeth.
“Emre..”
He whines, god he fucking whines at you.
“Let’s go to the bedroom, okay..?” you step back, and he holds tighter, growling louder. You run your hand through his hair, grabbing ahold of the towel in his mouth and he tugs back, you lightly tug and give him a stern look which in return makes him finally release it.
You toss it into the cum puddle, letting it soak it up, before you walk with Emre to the bedroom. You climb into the bed as he watches, his tail wagging behind him as his tongue lightly hangs out. He seems hesitant to climb into bed with you, although you tapping your pussy seemed to be enough for him to climb in bed. His tail thumps on the bed as he sits between your legs, reaching over your head to hold onto the headboard, nails digging against the wood.
“Smell so fucking good..” he growls out, rubbing his cock against your stomach, heavy balls resting on your clothed cunt. He thrusts slow at first before speeding his hips up, his cock swollen at the base as he fucks his cock against your stomach, dripping with pre cum already.
“Really?” you ask, grabbing the sides of your boobs and pressing them together which earns you a loud groan from him, feeling his hips stutter.
You’re honestly shocked by how fast he cums, shooting it all over your stomach and even hitting your chin as he continues to rut his cock against you. He cums with a long whimper that breaks into a longer growl, his eyes twitching and his tail stuttering as well.
He leans down closer to your face, licking at your cheek as he white knuckles the headboard, “Ghh,,” he starts, teeth grazing your face as he licks you harder, “I wanna— knot you..” he whispers against your skin, causing you to shudder.
“Is, is that like– safe?--” you stutter out and he doesn’t respond, just reaches down to your clothes with his two hands and rips them clean in half. You don’t even feel it honestly, it doesn’t shake you or anything, he just rips your clothes in half, leaving you naked on the bed.
He snickers, “..Sorry.” he says, giving you another lick before rubbing the tip of his leaking cock against your clit, “I would buy you new ones, but unfortunately– dogs can’t work,” he chuckles out, nuzzling his forehead against yours. You sigh loudly, “I will be making this dog work,” you mumble before he presses his lips against your’s.
It feels nice. Nicer than you ever imagined, his lips are soft— a bit rough, but still soft enough that you sink into it. You moan into the kiss and he reciprocates, letting his tongue run sloppily over your lips, panting against your skin as he ruts messily into your clit.
“Just put it in—” you whine against him, hooking your arms around his neck. He nods, reaching down to push the head of his cock against your entrance. Your hole twitches around nothing, tiny bubbles of your essence running along his shaft. He exhales through his nose for a few seconds before pushing his hips forward, his eyes watching closely.
He watches your cunt swallow his cock, stretching to accommodate his size, leaking strings of clear ooze against him. Your pussy swallows him all the way to his knot, struggling to take him any further.
He lets out a low growl, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he attempts to steady himself, white-knuckling the headboard.
“You're so tight—” he hisses out, and you shake your head— “Nuh..mmhh.. it's just cause you're big.” you huff out, leaning your head back into the pillows as you hook your legs around his waist.
Emre digs his nails into the wood, tensing up his abdomen as he tries not to be a quickshot. He pulls his hips back, slowly. You let out a long moan, shushing yourself as you suck your lower lip between your teeth.
He fucks his cock back into you, his knot rubbing against your clit as the wind gets knocked out of you. He stays like that for a few seconds, feeling your cunt convulse around him before he picks up the pace. Roughly fucking his cock against your cervix, molding your velvet walls into the perfect mold of his cock.
You hiss, scratch— do anything to keep the noise down. He notices, scrunches up his nose before leaning down and running his tongue against your jaw before biting down just above your pulse, causing you to yelp— moans finally spilling from your gorgeous mouth.
“Don't— ngh.. fuck— Don't be quiet—”
He says roughly, grinding his cock against you before planting one of his feet against the bed, driving his cock into you at a better angle. It feels good, too good— you're aware of your climax coming sooner than you thought, but you don't try to fight it away.
You let out broken whines and strings of curses as you try to announce that your about to cum, only to feel him fuck you harder. Bruising your insides, making your body curl in on itself as you spasm around him and he shudders.
“Cumming? Good, fuck— so fucking good— oh my— god!” he groans out, gritting his teeth together as he mindlessly slams his fist against the wall.
Time slows. He lets out a particularly loud grunt, one of his eyes twitching shut as his hips slam against your's— balls twitching against your ass.
Your eyes widen as your cunt squirts against his pelvis, feeling your pussy become fuller and fuller the longer he stays still, trying his hardest to rock his cock deeper and deeper. You eye his pelvis, pubes stuck to yours.
He just, knotted you.
He's babbling atop of you, his eyes shut tightly as he grinds his fist into the wall, his other hand squeezing the wood so hard it nearly cracks under the pressure.
“Get fuck— fucking— pregnant,” he grins his crooked grin, fucking himself stupid in your cunt.
“Gonna get you so full of my pups— never gonna stop..” he huffs out, ears twitching as his tail vibrates against your leg, matching the twitches of his ears.
You push against his chest and he doesn't budge, emptying his entire load inside. Some of his cum slips past his knot and slobbers down your ass onto the sheets.
You stay like that for a few minutes, your overstimulated pussy milking him until you inevitably convince him to pull out, and he listens. He pulls out slowly, watching your cunt stretch around his knot, globs of cum dripping out despite his still hard cock filling you up. Once he pulls out, your cunt releases a tiny trickle of squirt, getting mixed in with the excessive amount of cum he released inside of you.
Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump—
His tail wags loudly, as he still smiles his crooked smile, cock standing proud between his legs as he pants, “Can we go again?” he asks, curling up on top of you. He frowns when you shake your head ‘no’, you let out a deep sigh, “Later.. gimme a break, ‘kay?” you mumble, eyes heavy with sleep.
He lets out one whine before nuzzling into your neck, crushing you with his weight, “...Okayy..” he whispers against you, curling into your body as you use him as a weighted blanket, taking a much needed nap.
Maybe you were more of a dog person, overall.
a / n : :3c , should i make this a series? whats yalls thoughts! pls comment ^^ !!
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UNGRATEFUL tech companies are saying things like "turn off your ad blocker" and "we need your photo id" instead of "thank you so much for not just pirating our shit, youre so handsome"
This is a Moira x Wesker fic that was supposed to be a small crack fic that I put WAY too much effort in. Just posting what’s I’ve wrote so far to see if anyone likes it. I didn’t put a lot of thought into it, (I also didn’t proofread), so don’t get mad if I mischaracterize them, I just got the idea from a TikTok😭
Moira wasn’t a fan of ‘teamwork’, not unless it’s necessary, and for her, working with Wesker was not a necessity. Sure, he’s an intelligent man, but there’s no need for him here, Talon has Moira, and that’s all they need. In her eyes at least.
They never got along, they fought all of the time, of course not physically, as much as they’d both like to give each other a black eye.. it was becoming an annoyance.
“You’re forgetting something.” Wesker points out. Moira’s hands clench up and she turns to glare daggers at him.
“And how is this your concern?”
“A concern for both of our health, I’m doing you a favor.” Gods she hated that smirk on his face.
“You don’t trust me?” She turned away, sighing as she continued with her experiment.
“Judging by other failed experiments, no, I don’t-“ “Mistakes must be made for progress.” She cut him off, mostly just to shut him up, Wesker idly examined some vials.
“If I was in charge of-“ “But you aren’t. Such hypotheticals aren’t needed.” Quick to shut him down as always, Moira pushes past him to write down her notes.
“These mistakes wouldn’t need to happen for progress.”
“But we are progressing nonetheless. It can be refined later.” She finally gives him a look, recognizing his presence. “Do you mind?” She cocks an eyebrow.
“What?” He continues messing with the vial. She scoffs “You know what you’re doing you idiot. Put that back.” He slowly set the vial down “Scolding me then fidgeting with my vials? Childish much?” “I’m examining them…” “Don’t you have somewhere to be?” She was more annoyed than upset at this point. Not that she wasn’t always annoyed when he was around..
“Not exactly.” She rolled her eyes as she looked away from him “Liar. You’re being a waste of space. Find something to do.” “Do you ever think of what I do when I’m not in your sight?” “No, it’s not exactly a matter of importance to me.”
He steps close and looks at her notes.. “What are you doing?” Moira gives him a small glance before slowly moving her notes away. “Chores. Now go.” “I came here to get something.. at least let me find it.” “Is it not in.. your area?” “I’m not exactly a favorite here, I’m practically being deprived compared to what you have..” “Oh, a pity, really.” Moira can feel him glaring at her, but she doesn’t bother looking up from her notes. She hears him walk towards the door.
“Goodbye, O’Deorain.” He says on his way out.
“Goodbye, Wesker.” She says with a sigh. Peace at last. She’s able to continue her research in peace.. for now at least.
The next day isn’t as peaceful. To Moira, he’s acting more like a boy than a man. Just… looming and watching her work..
“May I ask what you’re doing, O’Deorain..?” He tilts his head.
“Yes, you may..” A long pause of silence from them both.
“Will you answer me?” “No.” He scoffs, and it sounds more like a growl at this point, unable to hide his frustration. “Why won’t you tell me?” Spoken like a child.. “Because I’m not required to..” He huffs like some angry bull.. “Do you not want to show others your scientific advancements..?” She paused. Actually thinking for a moment. On one hand, there’s no need, on the other, he might shut up.
“Come here.” The words are more of a command. Wesker isn’t one for obeying, but he walks over, sitting next to her to watch over her while she’s working. Currently working on the tech he’s commonly seen hooked up to her arms, he noticed how strange her right arm looked, but he says nothing of it. She explains how it works and what it does, almost like she’s bored though.
“You take and give life..?” “A rather dramatic explanation, but essentially, yes.” she tucks a strand of hair out of her face.
“I’d like to see this.” “And how would I show such an example?” Moira wasn’t truly paying attention, most conversations were a blur, saying whatever she thought was best to say, like an answer to a multiple-choice question. “I’m fine being a test subject..” She looks up. “What happened to not trusting me?” “If you’ve had such power in your hands for long, I hope you know how it works. I trust you not to make a mistake. Unlike your usual self.” She sighs and looks away again. “Is it really such a chore to be polite?”
“To you? Yes.” He waves his hand almost dismissively. “Now show me.” Moira glares at him, before reluctantly putting it on, he watches closely as she does, she’s not exactly a fan of being watched, but- if it’s in admiration for her achievements, she’s fine with that. He asks small questions while she hooks everything up and she easily answers them.
“Where exactly is that going?” “Here.. and here.” She lightly taps where she’s attaching tubes. “So, that must mean some of this is in your arms?” “To an extent. They go in here, and.. here.” She points at the pads on her elbows and around her upper back. “And who exactly did that?” “I did, you fool.” She pokes him in the chest, pushing him away a bit, she’s certainly strict about personal space. “Now take a seat, this is going to hurt.” “Do your worst..” Oh, she certainly will. “Stay still.”
She steps close and presses her hand against his chest. Wesker, not sure what to expect, gasps in surprise at the feeling, his hands almost come up to grab her wrist and pull her hand away, but some part of Wesker trusts her. She pulls her right hand away, leaving Wesker light headed and dazed, then pressing her left hand against his chest. He sighs in amazement and relief at the feeling, like it’s something euphoric.
“That’s amazing.” He looks at her hands then back up to meet her eyes. “I’m aware.” “What all can it do?” “It only speeds up the healing process, it isn’t magic Wesker.” He rolls his eyes a bit, his hand almost unconsciously reaching up and covering where hers just were.
“Don’t get sentimental now..” She smirks as she moves to take it off, he reaches out to stop her.
“Show me more.” She pulls her hand back. “That’s all there is to show.” She finally takes it off setting back onto the table. “Surely there’s more to it.” “There surely isn’t.” She mocks him. “Now that’s enough spectating. Shoo.” She waves her hand, dismissing him. His eyes narrow for a moment before he walks away, clearly upset.
Uhhh time fart transition goes here
Wesker didn’t get much sleep that night, not like he needed it, he was staying up late tonight, doing what exactly? Plagiarizing Moira’s work, of course. But- only because she’s being selfish. He’s only curious, and doesn’t plan on using it to his own gain at all. Obviously.
He didn’t bother sneaking around, not like Moira would wake up and come back into her lab, would she? He turns the light on and strolls right in, so much for security. Or perhaps she just thought no one would dare come into her lab without her permission. He snoops through her cabinet, she certainly loves writing, but it’s incredibly difficult to really find what he’s looking for. Besides, he only really gets a few moments before he hears footsteps. Moira? She should be asleep by now.. well, normally she is at least. He quickly tosses aside the notes, he’s not scared of her.. not exactly. He’s scared of looking like some common thief. He hides inside of the closet, which reeks of cleaning supplies.
Moira steps into her lab, red hair messy like she had just woken up. She grabs her water bottle that she left on her desk earlier, and walks right out, turning the light off on her way out.
Wesker blindly walks out, hands reaching for the light switch, the lights turn on and his eyes adjust for a moment. He goes back to snooping through her stuff. Pocketing a few things while he’s at it. Things she won’t miss. Obviously. No harm done. He goes into her office and learns a few new things. And leaves with a few papers she won’t miss.
Wesker had spent the rest of his night in his lab. Almost obsessively looking over her work, looking for answers. Meanwhile. Moira was busy falling asleep to her favorite movie, Phantom of the Opera. Obviously.
The next morning, Moira is back onto her regular routine, like always. Though surprisingly, Wesker isn’t there. She’d be happy, if it wasn’t.. concerning, not that she cares about him, more just cares about what could have possibly made him finally leave her alone? Hm, well it’s not terribly important to her. Well, at least that’s what she tells herself.
The whole day she’s bothered by that, in the background of her mind, of course it’s nice to have the silence. But it’s also irritating, something she was.. well, used to having in her schedule, was now missing. Only after lunch does it really get to her.. especially because this is when Sombra bothers her..
“What is that?” A rhetorical, Sombra knows it’s an egg, obviously. “You know what it is stop asking that.” Moira rolls her eyes as she snatches her chopsticks back from Sombra, who was using them to poke at her food. “Maybe I should take a bite? Just to make sure it isn’t poisoned?” “I made this myself.” “You probably dropped like- an evil potion in it. Just let me save you!” “No.” Moira grabs her bowl and rolls her chair a bit away from her desk. Yes it’s almost unbearably hot but she doesn’t care, she’s hungry.
“Selfish, can’t even give me one noodle?” “No. Because this is for me, not for hungry strays.” She says before taking a bite, she puts a hand up to cover her face before she speaks again. “Now go. I prefer to eat my food without spectators.” Sombra scoffs before finally leaving her alone. Though surprisingly, Moira is upset at her departure, her mind going back to Wesker again. She’s tries to focus on finishing her lunch, but the entire time Wesker is still on her mind. She’s had enough, one must first confront an issue to solve it.
Moira walks into his lab with her posture straight and head held high.
“Wesker I- oh-! Ew…” Wesker is hunched over his desk. His hair all mussed up, he looks up from his work. “What?” His voice is a bit rough, probably hasn’t been talking much. “You are.. disheveled.. what are you doing?” He sighs, as if he doesn’t want to talk about it. “..I’ve taken.. you could say, inspiration, from your work.” “I’m flattered.” They both scoff. She grabs a seat and pulls it next to his desk before taking a seat, crossing her legs. “Would you like some assistance?” He glanced up as if considering it.
“Yes..” Moira was.. surprised, no, shocked. Considering how big his ego is. She never expected him to actually want her assistance. She’s sighs before moving the chair closer to him. She squints at the paper.
“What are you even doing?” “Nothing, apparently, because I haven’t gotten an answer.” Moira looks over his math.
“Because you’re missing a number..?” “…no I’m not.” “Yes you are. You completely dropped that number.” She points at the number that apparently Wesker forgot. He pauses. Looking at her then back at the paper.
“Okay. I’ve.. I haven’t gotten any sleep. It simply slipped my mind.” He waves his hand in her face, dismissing her words, before she slaps his hand out of her face. “Now don’t be disrespectful.” She laughs, though it’s more like a scoff, amused by his audacity. “Fine. Just.. help me figure this out.” Help. He didn’t need help. But he did, unfortunately. So he’d have to deal with the major blow to his ego. “Well you’re lucky I’m a master of this subject.” She says, pleased with herself.
Hours pass, countless arguments later, Wesker deems a good stopping point. Mostly because he’s sleep deprived. He looks over at Moira while she finishes writing an equation for him. Some stray strands of hair have fallen over her face from her running her hands through it, her tie loose around her neck. Shes surprisingly beautiful in the dim light, Wesker finds himself almost admiring her.. her looks this time- not her work.
“..your tie is loose.” He points out. Moira looks down. “Oh my you’re right..” She says sarcastically. “It’s just a comment.” “Well I’m not commenting about your tie. Which is in terrible condition by the way.” “Well now you’re just insulting my clothes.” “It’s not insulting if it’s a fact. You look terrible.” She says as she reaches over to grab her cup of coffee.
“Oh wow. Insulting me as a whole now? How kind. I was just about to offer fixing your tie.” Moira raises an eyebrow. “I can do it myself, thank you very much.” She says sipping her coffee.
Wesker reaches over and grabs her tie, his fingers brushing against her neck as he fixes her tie. She pauses for a moment, surprised by the audacity, only after he’s done fixing her tie does she slap his hands away. “There was no need for that.” “It was bothering me.” Moira scoffs, before reaching over and grabbing his tie, because she’s petty like that. She simply just tugs on it instead of the fixing he did to hers, the tie pulled taut around his neck.
“ACK- you- witch!” He coughs out, yanked closer to her. Her thumb pressed against his adams apple, his pulse jumps at the contact.
“What? You were bothering m Jo e.” She laughs in his face, a smug look upon hers. “..let go of me.” He growls under his breath. “I’ll let go if you say please.” He almost scoffs, but in his current position that’d be too much effort. His eyebrows furrow before he grits out the word “Please.” “You could have done better than that..” Moira laughs at him, reluctantly letting go of him.
“Have you learned your lesson?” She teases him as he loosens his tie, panting to catch his breath.
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