The2ndHarbinger

𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆

Michael’s love language would lie somewhere between acts of service and quality time. Well, quality time in the way he sees it. He still disappears quite often, leaving you to wonder if he is even still alive or maybe grown tired of you. Yet he always returns eventually, watching you from afar before making his presence known. Your days before Myers returns to your house are filled with that creeping feeling of being watched. At work, the store, even in bed at night. You always feel like someone is lurking, because someone is. It excites Michael to be near you when you’re completely unaware.

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

Myers still prefers his silence over any attempt for conversation. Complete silence is natural to him now. Linguistic communication just feels strange and unnecessary. Isn’t it enough that he decides to spend his time around you? Michael perceives it as such. This means no speaking, no sign language and no writing. It could be frustrating for you to understand him in the beginning, but over time you will learn to decipher his intentions through his body language and actions.

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒆𝒅

Because of his lack of proper communication, it took you a while to realize the two of you were even involved platonically. For a while you simply assumed yourself his newest victim-to-be, even if his modus operandi was completely different to what the news reported on. Maybe this was a new way of tormenting? However, with time you grew to enjoy the fear Michael seemed to drag with him everywhere he went. The adrenaline rush you would get when he was suddenly standing too close behind you was addicting. You found yourself hoping for more surprise visits, much to your own surprise.

𝑯𝒖𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒓?

Surprisingly, Myers still has a sense of humour however small and definitely twisted it is. It always presents in the most unexpected of situations. Like your clock being replaced with a literal cuckoo bird. He thought it was amusing, and a generous gift! You’re not so sure if it was sourced ethically through taxidermy or… other means.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆

Your first time with Myers was a situation you never thought you’d find yourself in. At this time you had assumed there was some odd friendship between you and the slasher, but friendship was the most you thought he considered it. There were nights where you had occupied your body with fantasies of doing more with Myers, but that’s all they were. Shameful fantasies you would try to sleep off and forget the guilt-ridden orgasms they tore from you. So when he had made another long disappearance, you decided to try and busy yourself with the company of others. 

One night after a successful hunt at the nightclub, you had found a nice enough person to bring home. They weren’t Michael, but they were a good enough option to soothe that disgraceful urge which haunted your nights. This night however, was when Michael had returned. He had planned to continue his routine of watching you from the shadows before “greeting” you, so he saw it all. Michael watched you dance with that person. Michael watched you kiss them as you two laid in your bed. Michael watched as you undressed each other, and he was certainly watching when they touched your body. 

He was conflicted. Should he interrupt the moment, or wait until after to rid you of that pest claiming your body? Either way, you would know he had returned sooner than had been planned. That was inconvenient, but so was that stranger. So he waited, hidden in your closet as the night drew and the stranger defiling his property was finished with what they were doing. Michael couldn’t wait anymore, the urge to hunt was too strong. He burst from your closet, pulling the stranger from your bed and into the waiting edge of his knife. Their struggling was short, body falling limp in his grasp as he tossed the corpse to the floor.

You were terrified. This was the first time you had seen Michael kill with your own eyes. You always knew what he was capable of, you read the newspaper, you saw the headlines. Yet the way he was now standing at the foot of your bed, covered in the blood of your temporary lover, you truly felt terrified for your life. “What a fool”. You thought of yourself, body subconsciously moving until your back was pressed into the corner of your wall. “This was bound to happen sooner than later.” You couldn’t speak. The words of confusion and betrayal died in your throat as your breath shook for stability. He was coming closer. Kneeling onto your bed, inching closer with slow, calculated movements. It felt as though he was sizing you up, or possibly soaking in the fear of his longest chase. You tensed, waiting for the pierce of his knife but the pierce never came. 

Myers paused, his hips shifting awkwardly as something rubbed against your bent knee. Behind his mask, the man blinked. Momentarily confused. He was ready to fix this situation, to wash his hands of you and the blurred lines he never cared to form. Yet his body stopped him, made his hips twitch against the pressure and- oh. A strained sigh cut through his pursed lips, shocking the two of you. 

Like yes baby, you're so hard that the strain of the zipper against your bulge made you groan? Are you going to flex the muscles in your body to try and fight off that shiver as your jumpsuit restricts your needy cock?

𝑳𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝑲𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒅𝒚

He doesn't understand how that could get you worked up so much and would need you to explain it fully before he would feel comfortable about it. Leon is very cautious when it comes to scenes that could turn dangerous quickly, he doesn't want to accidentally hurt or leave psychological damage behind.

When you explain the reasons you want to try it, he would relax considerably and probably shake his head at you. "You sure know how to keep things interesting."

You hope that doing this could help ease some of Leon's nightmares from the horrors he has witnessed. To rewrite a situation he found himself facing in terrible times, as something he can do safely with the person he loves.

Leon would be hyper focused on his surroundings. He knows you are excellent at setting traps, but he was never on the receiving end of those before. It’s a new experience and it worries him, so he pays extra attention. Steering clear of every trace you left behind, unknowingly leading himself into a corner just as you had planned. He felt your presence before you appeared, chasing him towards somewhere he could not escape. Leon had to think fast, anything to get himself out of this predicament. You slowed your pace as you neared, stalking with a triumphant grin. Leon’s focused expression was lovely, it lit a beautiful fire in your heart seeing him so confident. Slowly stepping towards him until your bodies were so close you could feel the heat radiating between you two. “Hey, you’ve caught me. Can’t we talk about this now?” He would ask, hoping his attempt to bargain would make you hesitate so he could dash past you but you saw through him. His body tensed, he was preparing to move. You wouldn’t let him get a free escape just like that, so you leaned in and swiped a lick across his cheek. Leon's brain stuttered, his attempt to leap aside failing as the shock ruined his plan. His mistake as the hesitation was your opening to sweep his feet out from under him, successfully pinning Leon to the ground, legs firmly bracketing his waist as you grinned down on him. “That was disgusting.” Leon sighed, wiping his sleeve across his cheek. Despite his complaints, there was a gentle smile painting his face. 

I'm so sorry, I just struggle to see Leon as the super masculine dominant "alpha" type. That man's heart is made of the finest sugar for his partner, he would yearn to please and protect, not possess and dominate.

𝑨𝒍𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒕 𝑾𝒆𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒓

As soon as he has the time? Oh he is absolutely down. The opportunity to flex his "superior" muscles and attempt to mentally outmaneuver you in the hottest game of manhunt is too lucrative to pass up. He’s so confident that your request to win the chase goes in one ear and out the other. He simply wishes to boast, to bask in the display of his superiority.

He's no fool, Wesker is well aware that you plan to trick him into believing he's won. The means you will go about it though, he can't wait to figure it out. He even offered to change the location of your scene for "unpredictably". Little did he know, that's exactly what you were expecting.

Wesker is so certain that there is no way you could possibly win against him, and that pride is exactly how he falls into the trap you set up the week prior. You knew he would expect your tricks, yet wouldn’t consider what lengths you would go through to get your way after all.

Wesker would be livid at his slip up. He’s with you because he cannot deny your value, to himself but also quite literal value to keep in his life, but he still expects himself to reign above no matter the situation. It’s a shock when his path caves beneath his tread, and an embarrassment when his limbs get tangled in the trap you laid. Yet, Wesker cannot deny just how hot you are as you’re standing above him, Your face dressed with that familiar cocky grin he fell in love with. 

You really do deserve to walk alongside him, even if that means having to swallow his pride in moments such as these.

𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝑹𝒆𝒅𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅

Younger Chris would have been more apprehensive to a request like that. I feel like he fell into the mindset many young men had in the 90s that anything kinky was taboo, and to stay away from people who wanted to get into anything “dangerous” like that.

You would be rough with Chris. He’s a big boy, one that can handle being tossed around a bit. If he truly had an issue with it, then he would put an end to it. Fast. Behind his loud denial, Chris honestly loves the loss of power when it comes to you.

Chris is somewhat of a masochist in that sense. While he wouldn't request it or even consciously seek out pain, there is something about you being so rough with him that makes his cock twitch. You could shoot him an angry look, and that’s enough to send an electric rush to his cock. So who is Chris to deny you from pushing your knee against his throat? He almost, just barely hopes you will lean down to pull on his hair as well. 

He dreams of it more than you would think. After the first time you played together, scenes would start entering his slumber. Intervals in nightmares about fighting BOWs, you appear. Your presence alone is enough to lift the heavy weight from his dream, your replacement introducing a sensual twist that leaves Chris waking up shivering and needy.

Chris has always enjoyed the practicality of having such a closely clipped hairstyle, but after learning just how much you enjoy being rough he’s been growing it out just slightly. Hair just long enough so you can grip him hard, pulling his body against yours during a chase.

𝑱𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑲𝒓𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒓

Krauser originally thought you wanted to participate in training when the suggestion was brought up. He found it unorthodox but an exercise that could prove useful practice for real life-or-death situations. So he was very willing even before realizing it was meant to be more kinky than practical. 

Krauser is absolutely all for the rougher side of things. It feels normal, as he’s used to it from his life in the military. So even with Las Plagas affecting his judgment Krauser would find it incredibly fun to play “kinky hide and seek” with you, as he likes to call it. It awakens an old, dormant part of his brain when he gets to stretch those old instincts. 

Krauser would prefer it when you are the one being hunted down, finding it hard to get out of that mentor mindset. He knows it’s a kink for the two of you, but he just can’t help himself from wanting to ensure you’re trained enough to survive if the two of you are ever separated. Because of this, Krauser finds himself underestimating your abilities and often being caught off guard by any tricks you may play to gain the upper hand.

Your favourite way to sneak up on Krauser is leaving a false trail for him to follow as you watch him from higher ground. Waiting for the perfect moment to drop down, using gravity as a tool to catch him off balance as you two tumble to the floor. The very first time you did this to him, your legs locked around his neck’s pressure point until he was knocked out for a few minutes. When Krauser awoke, you had him tied to a tree. Completely unable to free himself, and very much naked. 

He would grin at you, straining against his restraints to see if they had any give. The fibers were digging red marks into his skin, but the sting was nothing compared to the excitement he was feeling for what you were going to do to him.