#tw biting

I have a theory Caine and Abel didn't even have actual names, like— official names. They were probably named after their ‘semantic versioning’ and that's it... just numbers and decimals.

Caine being 0.5.7, the pre-Alpha version. “Abel” being 1.0.0, the Beta version, aka the more “finalized product”.

I also theorize the reason 57 comes up so much in Caine’s adventures is because update 0.5.7 was when he was at his peak performance (or when he was last updated until he was replaced). The npcs even mention the number 57 a few times. It could even be a subconscious thing for him, who knows.

Also here’s the non gif version of Caine eating his brother:

Leon must’ve returned from his mission while you were running errands because when you pulled into your shared driveway, his Porsche was already there. A thrum of excitement sped through your veins, a tremor of adrenaline making your hands shake as you quickly climbed out of your car and headed towards the front door. Sure enough, his shoes were in the foyer, bag dropped on a small table in the corner.

You could faintly hear the rhythm of a running shower. You wasted no time, dropping your bags and making quick work of your shoes. You undressed slowly as you made your way towards your shared bathroom. By the time your hand was wrapping around the door handle, you were completely bare, and your heart was pounding.

You opened the door quietly, shutting it behind you as you silently slipped into the shower behind him. He was facing the showerhead, hot water running down his face and chest. He had new bruises and cuts on his body, but that wasn’t something that surprised you anymore. He always came back home with some kind of injury, it was simply a question of how severe. Luckily, this time all of them were rather light in severity.

You slowly wrapped your arms around his waist and the water ran down your body where it touched his, as planted a trail of kisses across his shoulders. His body jolted against you before melting into your embrace, with an audible sigh escaping his lips. He pressed a hand against the shower wall to help keep himself balanced as he let himself relish in your touch. It had been far too long, in his opinion, since he’d been able to touch you, hear you, or smell the sweet scent of your shampoo and conditioner.

“I missed you,” you muttered against his skin as you grazed your lips up his spine to his neck, lightly nipping at his skin.

Leon hummed deep in his throat, eyes training on your manicured fingers as they traced down his chest and abdomen. His abs tensed as you grew closer and closer to his v-line. God the shit that ran through his head anytime your hands were on him. Maybe he needed holy water or an exorcism. But you made his entire body feel like a live wire.

He couldn’t help but smile, his own hand moving down to caress your left. “I missed you too, baby.”

It briefly crossed your mind that maybe he was giving you the go ahead to do whatever you wanted to do to him. It only egged you on when he did that. So you didn’t question or hesitate; moving your hand even lower, tracing the ridges of his abdomen and v-line. Then you slowly wrapped your hand around his already hardening cock.

A muffled hiss left Leon and even a simple sound such as that was enough to make your pussy throb. Your thighs subconsciously squeezed together, lip caught between your teeth as they dug into the sensitive skin. A shiver ran down your spine as you pressed your chest further into his back.

Leon let out a breathy chuckle, tilting his head just enough to catch your face out of the corner of his eye. Your face was already flushed a beautiful shade of red and the image of your lip caught between your teeth could’ve made him cum just by itself. It was a delicious view and he thanked every god that it was only for him.

His free hand reached behind, caressing your side before slipping down to your hip, squeezing your plush skin almost in encouragement.

In response, you began stroking his length in a smooth rhythm and as a reward he let you hear every ounce built up tension and desire he’d felt since he’d left for his mission. The whimpers and groans were your favorite snack, but with every tremor that ran through his body, they were both a beautiful reminder just how tightly this man was wrapped around your finger.

“Fuck,” he grated out when your fingers tightened around him.

You started speeding up incrementally, with every level making Leon fall even further apart in your hands. And as you peppered delicate kisses across his back and neck, you felt the ache between your legs grow harder and harder to ignore. You were positive your own arousal was already leaking down your leg but with the shower you couldn’t be sure. Either way, the way your pussy throbbed every time Leon made noise, was beginning to drive you crazy. You were starved for him, needing every moan, whimper, and groan.

“Princess.” Leon’s hand fisted against the shower wall, knuckles turning white. “Please.”

The begging did nothing holy for your mind. It was such a delicious sound, hearing him beg. Every single time he begged, it was as if you turned into a rabid animal.

“Turn around,” you whispered against his flushed skin.

He spun around to look at your immediately. His body shielded you from the downpour of water from the showerhead as he towered over you with. You kept stroking his cock as he leaned down, capturing your lips in a soft kiss. You loved soft, especially when he just come back home. But you wanted him to feel starved too.

You bit at his bottom lip, tongue peeking out to sooth where you’d bitten him.

“Jesus Christ.” He gasped out.

It made you giggle and a quick peck to him lips, you slid down his body. You settled at his feet, knees together as you kneeled in front of him. You kept his cock in your hand as you dragged your tongue across the underside of him. The shaggy dirty blonde hair hovering over his eyes as droplets fell from his hair onto your tits and face. Leon thought; what a sight to be gifted after a long mission.

He didn’t dare move his gaze from you, devouring every single frame of movement you made. It was almost too much while also not being nearly enough. You were a paradox. He could have everything he’d ever need but also never feel like he could get enough of you. It was why he clung to you and your presence as if a religious act.

You slowly worked his length into your mouth, supplementing your mouth with your hand as you kept a steady pace. Leon let out an unbridled moan that vibrated throughout his entire body. He was falling apart in front of your eyes and it only urged you further.

You looked up at him with glassy eyes and his cock in your mouth, inching him further and further into your mouth. You could see his blown pupils, lips parted in what might’ve been disbelief at the sight he was seeing. He was convinced that he had to be in heaven with the way you were peering up at him like that. Both unashamed and unafraid of his gaze as he captured a full picture for his mind bank.

Leon struggled to keep himself composed and he was rapidly approaching the edge of a cliff as his body shuddered. He kept his eyes trained on you as he muttered praises. You only grew faster as he began to stammer over his words.

“Cumming.” He warned you, despite seeing the ever so delicate inflection of a smirk projected in your eyes. You were far too proud of yourself, he thought.

The coil within his abdomen snapped and he let out a gravely moan, as his his free hand caressed your head, hips subconsciously jerking forward a bit. “God you’re gonna be the death of me,” he sounded exasperated but in a playful way.

You swallowed every drop of his release, throat rippling around him as you did so, to coax the rest of it into your mouth. His fingers laced in your hair, thumb tracing your lips as you pulled off his cock with a pop. Leon smiled down at you and you returned it, licking your lips clean of his cum before standing up.

You kissed him and his hands rested on your waist, pulling you even closer. One of his hands moved up your chest, between your tits to grip your throat. His grip on you tightened slightly before he smirked against your lips, thumb tracing your jawline. At this point, you could no longer ignore the throbbing of your clit and a consequential whine escaped you when squeezed your throat.

You needed him between your thighs now or you might perish. Luckily for you, Leon was the most perceptive person you’d ever met. He reached behind himself to turn the shover off, taking a step forward as he ushered you towards your shared bed. As if a lion stalking it’s prey, his eyes were pure black and his tongue ran across his lips as his eyes devoured your body.

You eventually hit the bed with the backs of your knees, falling back onto the soft sheets. You didn’t have time to situate yourself before Leon was crawling over your body, knees forcing your legs to fall apart. It was, finally, his turn to do whatever he pleased. An opportunity he refused to let slip by.

His hot mouth moved all over your body, leaving bruises and hickies in his wake. He slowly made his way down the front of your body, spending extra time on your inner thighs. He loved leaving the darkest marks there, almost as if a little note to himself. That only he was allowed to have you this way.

A whimper of his named escaped you, hand shooting down to tangle in his hair at the feeling of him biting in to the delicate skin of your thigh. He left the imprint of his teeth, hands up coming up to keep your legs open, before descending on your soaking wet pussy.

He relished in the sweet taste of you, tongue running a flat strip across you. He could feel the pulses from your clit and it made him chuckle against you, which only sent a jolt through your bones. He sucked it between his lips before moving one of his hands to your entrance. He rubbed tight circles into your clit as his tongue kept up a soothing rhythm against your folds.

It was beautiful, the way your body responded to him. It drove him crazy the way your hips ever so slightly grounded against the pressure of his fingers. A brief thought of letting you ride his face passed his mind but he let it disappear. He was enjoying himself too much to stop.

“Gonna cum for me?” he whispered against your folds as he slowly slipped two fingers passed your entrance.

He fingered you slowly, the tips of his fingers brushing against the squishy spot inside you. With both hands working your pussy, along with his tongue, the cacophony of whines and moans that left you were everything he wanted and more.

When you looked down at him, he was already training his eyes on yours. The way he looked with his mouth on you was orgasm inducing on its own, which left you little room to keep hanging on by the thin thread you were attached to.

You choked out a sentence that only sounded like gibberish. But Leon knew what it meant nonetheless. His eyes slid shut as you came on his tongue, letting every ounce fill his mouth as he lapped at your release. A greedy groan left him, fingers moving to re-grip the underside of your thighs, fingertips digging in hard enough to leave bruises as he lapped at your pussy.

When your body stopped shaking from your orgasm, he slowly lifted himself, hands bracing his body above you on either side of your stomach. He looked down into your eyes as his gaze etched every inch of your bare skin into his memory.

He smirked, leaning into to kiss you gently on the mouth. A hand came up to caress your cheek before he pulled away just enough to brush his nose against yours.

“Round 2?” He asked with a soft laugh.

꒰ ✶ ꒱ … ❛ AVALON'S NOTES ❜ : this has been stuck in my head on repeat for days now. i needed to get it the fuck out of my head but now it's in there even more. GOD I NEED HELP LMAO. if you’d like to read or save this fic on ao3, here’s the link.

Albert Wesker

- Playful/teasing nip to see his partner’s reaction especially if they’re trying to tease him or get him riled up

- Will bite hard enough to bruise just so he can watch the bruise form, probably explaining why the bruise is happening biologically and gets really into it

Carlos Oliveira

- Only ever gentle lovebites

- If he ever bit hard enough to leave a mark he’d apologize for it and offer to kiss it better

Karl Heisenberg

- Bites like a feral dog, probably does not have a great understanding of how to bite gently

- Definitely leaves marks and teases his partner about it (do it back to him it’s a competition now)

Victor Gideon

- Similar to Wesker in how he does it to get a reaction, he likes to test and see what intensity gets what reaction from his partner

- Would leave marks and lick + kiss them afterwards (good luck trying to do it back to him, his skin is super tough)

Lady Dimitrescu

- She’ll bite playfully to tease her partner and see their reaction, not opposed to leaving marks for her own viewing pleasure