horniest dork

hello! im eddie, short for eduardo and yes you guessed it, im queer, i use he him and was born afab! im going to start receiving requests! im open for anything that isnt:

scat!

underage stuff!

major character death.

gore.

vomit

now, what are my parameters?

i will write about characters, not about irl people!

noncon is thin ice, violent noncon for me not my thing, but i can write for noncon

stepcest or incest they better both be of age AND fictional or istg

normal dead dove stuff.

if you want a specific kink pls lmk

what characters will i write for?

albert wesker

victor gideon

leon s kennedy (all adaptations, re2r, re4, re4r, re6, re9)

claire redfield

zeno wesker

jack krauser

ada wong

chris redfield

PLEASE REQUEST ANY IDEAS ILL SUCK YOU OFF FOR IDEAS ASKS.

a/n: im eating up

RE2:

this leon isn't that experienced. he probably had a gf and has had sex. but? he never knew sex could be that intense. he's sitting up against the bed, and you're riding him, your pussy sucking him in with squelching sounds. he's already came more than once, his dick aching and raw. you still grinded against his pelvis, moving your hips up and down no giving him any time to catch his breath.

"b-baby.. ple- AH!-" he whined "c-c'mon ba- babe! i can't do this anymore!" he panted, his own hips betraying him by bucking against you.

you were close, until you reached a pace, up-down up-down. he gasped and his hips moved against you "d-don't stop!" he drooled "s-so good, ba-abe"

he didn't want you to stop, everything about your pussy made him happy, giddy, he could only thought of you, his brain in a one track path, were you were everything he wanted.

RE4:

this leon? he's a bit more experienced, still a spring chicken, it was all work no play for him. a few rounds passed between you, he was behind you, pounding away, your chest was pushed down, your back arched. he'd already cum 3 times, but you were relentless, he stil pounded away, he was close, your cunt was perfect, moist, gummmy, welcome. like everything he missed in spain.

leon's voice cracked, he didn't think he could go anymore, he stopped to take a breather.

"ngh-" he panted, but you began fucking yourself back, his cock hitting the right spot, that made your walls tighten, trying to milk him for all he's worth. "o-oh.. calm.. calm down bab-by..." he huffed when your feet crossed over his ass, pushing him in.

he whined, actually a high pitched one, as if it was too much for him to even be inside you.

"e-easy... ah! s'too much!"

RE6 : in here? leon is grown. not fully, he still can learn new things. but something he always falls for?

when he laid back, hands on your hips and helped you bounce away.

leon had his back against the headboard, not fully naked, but his purple button up shirt was wrinkled and open, leaving his sweaty chest out for you to rake. his hands, calloused from handling guns and weapons, squeezed each time you fell down.

"Careful, baby..." he huffed, he still teased you, but he started to stutter, and his groans morphed into moans, and you just couldn't help yourself. so you began moving up and down faster, your pussy wanting to melt his cock with how warm it was. and just when you felt him swolle a bit, you stop, and just sit still, looking into his eyes.

"hah- oh shi- baby, please... dont tease me.." he panted, with each breath, looking into your eyes with his blues, you could feel his cheeks, he was burning up, his hands tried to make you move, he needed the movement.

"c'mon sweetheart, do you really- ngh- ah- move..'ove.." he slurred, trying to kiss you.

there was still rookie in him.

"please"

RE9:

as soon as he had signal he had texted you one thing

"coming home baby, don't make plans tomorrow"

you thought he was talking about a surprise date he had planned for you, or a whole day together. you were wrong. as soon as leon got home, he didn't take his dirty combat boots or take a shower. he kissed you, as if he had missed you for a thousand years, leon's lips deepened the kiss, the warm chapped lips he had opened and his tongue slithered into yours. then, his arms lifted you up mid kiss and carried you to the bedroom.

that's how you got here. your hips held down his hands, pushing you down and sitting on his face.

he moaned and groaned into your cunt, his nose pressing against your clit just right and pressing each time his mouth moved. you tried to move, worried about his breathing, but he growled and shoved you deeper into his face.

his wet tongue pushed in, while his lips made out with your cunt, kissing it like it was a long lost lover he would never see again. he pecked it one last time before focusing on your nub, sucking on it, nibbling it gently but desperate. you pulled on his hair, moaning that 's'too much' but he went harder, sucking, licking, nibbling.

it reached a point where you could help yourself and you came all over his face. he gave you a second to catch your air. then, he looked up to you-

leon's eyes were dilated, his chin and stubble fresh with slick, a smile on his lips, then he said.

"i missed'em..missed you..." he nuzzled into your thight "let me memorize the taste.."

he wasn't leaving until wrangling his taste of you.

Yay someone sat next to me

something about being wesker's little trained puppy...(afab)just imagine it. you aren't a secretary, you aren't a rookie in his team, you're the new forensic pathologist.

offputing, quiet, possibly neurodivergent, most of your colleagues don't understand you.

but the first person you connect with?

the serious, brooding captain of the S.T.A.R.S. team. Albert Wesker.

you meet him while reviewing a case, his team was sent to neutralize but there were casualties, so the RPD sent you to handle the bodies.

you didn't like him at first. you thought he was gonna be like chief irons, demanding or.. maliciously behaved, but he wasn't.

actually, he was charming, so much so, you could notice. the captain also was attentive, asking your major, your age, and to a point? he asked where you lived!

you answered while reviewing evidence, as if it was normal, well for you it didn't seem weird.

so when he started appearing in your lab with little trinkets, you weren't surprised. most of his visits happen during lunch, where he brings you takeout of your favorite comfort food. you ate with him while you overshared or stayed quiet. you didn't realize how sometimes the takeout was something you told your friend you were craving.

these visits became daily, albert remained quiet during the firsts, then began speaking, and bonded with you. weirdly enough you felt trailed when you went home ever since you began speaking with him. you look behind your back more, feel the anxiety in your blood as you feel someone while strike, but you brush it off as jitters.

until one day, there is an office party, you don't want to go but albert forced pursued you to join him. during the party, you feel him trail alongside you, always stuffing your hand with a chocolate brownie everytime you kept quiet, and weirdly enough- you didn't feel like talking. sometime when everyone was drunk, and you wanted to leave, you realized your tires were slashed and you had no way to go home. so he told you he'd take you.

he drove in a normal car, sleek but not expensive, you stimmed with your hands softly, looking out the window. the route was normal until you noticed;

this wasn't the landscape to your house.

you told him, he kept quiet then said he's taking you to his house for a nightcap.

you nodded, even if you wanted to go home. but you were confused when he pulled up to the garage of abuilding, then to penthouse, a luxurious one.

albert guided you to his house, telling you to sit in the couch while he brought the drinks. you looked around, it wasn't decorated. no pictures, it seemed he bought it furnished and never decorated it.

then he comes back with a wine glass and hands you one. you talk with him while you drink, but then after a few sips, you feel sleepy.

last thing you see is albert smiling.

next thing you know, you wake up in a kennel, you're fully naked, with dog ears and tail, with a collar.

that's how you got here.

wesker had been training you for months after kidnapping you, you weren't able to talk or walk, if you wanted something? sound buttons. you wanted to go somewhere? crawl.

months had passed, now? he arrived home and wesker would train you for an hour, then he would give you 'spoiling' time, which was either:

cuddles while he talked about his day

or a fucking session.

today had been the fucking session.

"that's a smart puppy.." he panted, pulling on your collar with a leash he bought, he had you in doggy style with a punishing pace, his hips pushing you down onto the floor.

you whine, only able to make noises, sometimes arfing when he pulled too tight. you arched your back each time he hit that one spot deep inside your tummy. each thrust pulled you into the heady space that was your head lately, he always did some training to keep you sharp though, your body felt electric each time. one of his hands, calloused and cold, grabbed your waist and squeezed.

you felt close, a dam nearing it's breaking point.

"how would you feel having a litter?" he panted between breaths "i do need my genes reproduced...and you are a smart cookie, no?"

that's when you realized, wesker was fucking you without a condom, and before you could say or do something, he bottomed out, his pudgy head hit your womb straight, kickstarting your orgasm.