question ☝️ is there anything that turns wesker on?
ough. hmmmmmm. willing submissiveness. you want to make yourself useful to him? very bold (and unwise) choice, but he won't deny you. he has a scheduled half hour break coming up, he'll make good use of every one of those 30 minutes to play with you
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about your ugly and broke yandere post, i have this daydream of being months/a year into feitan kidnapping you and the first time he truly gifts u something (that isn’t like.. giving you ur clothes back) it’s ridiculously expensive, smth stolen from a group heist. and you involuntarily laugh cause you’ve been living in grime this whole time and the first clean/new thing u get is worth more than the entire abandoned house you’re in. he gets insecure about you laughing tho :/. no more gifts or food for a while :/
It was becoming a semi-regular occurrence that Feitan would give you something. Once a week or so, "new" clothes would be left in the small cabinet of your room, and books would be left on the top shelf. Once, he'd even slid you a parfait cup across the dinner table. All of the icing was gone... But it was the thought that counted.
Rarely did he ever place anything in your hands.
So, when he enters your room and has you stand in front of him, you're nervous. Had you broken one of the arbitrary rules he'd set in his head? (You're beginning to suspect that he doesn't actually care if you go downstairs into the living room without his express approval; he just wants to see you squirm when he puts you on the spot). He has you put your hands out, yes, both of them. There's an awkward pause, and he finally gives whatever he's got to you.
A necklace. A shiny gemstone and a pretty chain. It’s beautiful; maybe you can wear it on your next outing in the city.
It’s so ridiculous that you want to laugh.
And you are, you realize. Dry and disbelieving. What good is a shiny necklace if it’s going to sit around in a murky old house collecting dust? It was out of place between the two of you. You, in old clothes that belonged to the original owners of this house (God knows what Feitan did with them; you lucked out that one of the women who lived here was a similar-ish size to you) and messy hair. Feitan, clad in darkness, and his hair weighed down with grease, and a pricey necklace between you two.
He'd given you jewelry once. An old charm bracelet; it was plastic and looked like a fair prize. You wonder whose vanity he stole that out of. You make a habit of wearing it these days; he'd kept taking looks at your bare wrist when you didn't. This was a little more extreme a gift than a charm bracelet or a parfait cup, though.
Feitan stiffly adjusts the cowl around his neck, lips twitching underneath it. “You don’t like it.” He’s not asking you. You aren’t sure what to tell him, and it hits you that laughing wasn't the right move (albeit awkwardly, and to be fair, it is a ridiculous situation). Who gifts their hostage something like this?
“No, no, it’s… it’s nice.” You’re making it worse. “I really like it.” Feitan looks at you like he wants to call you every name under the sun. Idiot. Ungrateful. Bitch. He doesn’t say anything. He isn't sure exactly what reaction he was hoping for, but you should've been wearing it by now. Maybe even asking him to help you with the clasp.
Oh, sure, the emerald will really make your bruises and chapped lips pop. You can’t remember the last time you even wore any gemstone jewelry that resembled an emerald. This thing didn't look cheap, though. It didn't look second-hand either. You're scared to ask how much it costs. Knowing him, you doubt any money exchanged hands.
In any other situation, you might have been thrilled to receive an expensive piece of jewelry. Might've even jumped into the arms of your suitor with delight.
Is that what Feitan thought he was? A suitor?
...You aren't sure what your relationship to him was. No ransom ever seemed to be paid out to him, so this was more than just a hostage situation. He never had you put out or anything of the sort, most days you felt like a pet or a maid. A Roomba, more like. Clean up, make dinner when permitted, and scurry back to your room. He's still staring at you, and it makes you shift awkwardly on your feet, another nervous noise escaping you. Fuck, is he actually getting annoyed?
"This... this is really nice." You barely manage to get the words out. You want to ask why, but it seems that each time you open your mouth, he becomes more irate. "I-" Before you can finish, Feitan takes the necklace back, swiping it out of your hands. He's quick to turn on his heel and leave, slamming the door behind him and leaving you in an uncomfortable silence.
You suppose you won't be getting a parfait cup tonight, assuming you even get dinner.
illumi has a really bad staring problem. it’s like a form of fascination; like a kid staring into the reptile tanks at a pet store. even worse, illumi really enjoys eye contact, it feels intimate. that’s why he only ever wants to have sex in missionary.
he’s also one of those yanderes (or… well, even in canon) that likes to micromanage you. one of those people who will remind you to do the dishes as you’re about to do them. he tries to pick out your outfits for those times when he forces you to spend quality time with his family. if you turn down his offer, he’ll make sure to mention to his family that he tried to get you to wear something more suited to the occasion.
also. he sheds, a lot. he has so much hair, and it tends to fall out every now and then. you randomly find dark strands of his hair clinging to your clothes or to your side of the bed.
More phinks hc’s or any content PLEASE, you opened my eyes to this man (I wanna write a fic and yours keep me going)
I’m so sorry for getting to this late anon if you write that fic please tag me id love to read it
cw yandere
I wrote a bit about this in this fic, but I really do like a dynamic where phinks and reader are both somewhat on edge around each other. phinks because he has no idea how to act around you, the object of his obsession that he’s crossed several lines for. and reader is terrified for, well, obvious reasons.
i just think it’s fun because phinks is used to using force or aggression to get what he wants, that’s part of the whole “being in a troupe full of killers and thieves” shtick. he can’t strong-arm you into being in a relationship with him (i mean, he already kidnapped you, he might as well go all the way)…
Definitely the type to randomly raise his voice at you and then backtrack after two minutes because he feels bad. For all of the stalking he’s done, you’d think he’d have a better idea on how to interact with you. If you make any sudden movements, Phinks grabbing at you immediately as if you’re trying to run away. He wouldn’t blame you if you were. Maybe. He apologizes after, for what it’s worth.
slightly paranoid phinks x skittish reader my beloved
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Thinking of STARS Wesker and getting preferential treatment on his team… or him teaching you how to shoot and aim. it’s kind of hot at first when he’s guiding your hands and he’s pressed up behind you. it stops being hot when he doesn’t let you leave until you’ve got your aim down properly and he’s criticizing you the whole time
…i think that as much as he is a “no nonsense” type of guy, he does like it when you act out so he has a reason to be mean(er than usual) and put you in your place