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Could you write a S.T.A.R.S. Wesker X reader (headcanons or OS) in which the reader is French, please?

(No "oui oui baguette" or crap like that, please 😭)

Absolutely no oui oui baguette dw😭

Warnings: none

Wesker with a s/o who is French

Wesker can understand and appreciate the effort that goes into learning and speaking multiple languages, he himself most likely learned multiple during his education under Umbrella

In fact, this includes French

He makes the effort to talk to you in your mother language on occasion, it helps him keep up with and practice his knowledge. He won't do it around the rest of the team though, that would be rude

He'll also personally shut down any potential mocking from the team, he tells them to learn another language themselves before making stupid jokes

He's never going to admit it, but if you have an accent, he loves it. He could listen to you talk in French for hours upon hours

From a business perspective, it's also highly useful for undercover missions. The two of you could easily pose as some rich couple from France

If you wish to visit your home country and you both have the time off of work to do so, he'll happily fund your trip. He enjoys spoiling you, and he has to admit he'd enjoy seeing the places and experiencing the culture of where you grew up

Plus, this far from his team or anyone he knows (aka Umbrella), he feels less pressured to keep up his stoic persona. Enjoy your increasingly affectionate Wesker, it's a rare treat

Is there going to be a part 3 to Exquise Esquisse?

Hey! I'm sorry for taking so long to answer :(

Actually, idk because nobody asked and it's been a long time. I'm not sure that people are interested in another part...

RE boys x reader (endometriosis headcanons)

Pairings: Leon S. Kennedy x reader - Chris Redfield x reader - Carlos Oliveira x reader - Albert Wesker x reader

Warnings: none

Disclaimer: I’m french and even though I've been learning English for ten years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

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LEON S. KENNEDY

- Leon would found out after three months of dating, when you would refuse to go to a restaurant with him.

- you would lay in bed curled up against yourself and refuse to move.

- "why don't you just take some medicine? The pain will go away in 30 minutes."

- at that moment, you would have no choice but to tell him about your illness, the symptoms and the impact on your private and professional life

- Leon would be hella confused but he would understand and accept it, before trying to do his maximum for you at each crisis

- But Leon is also an awkward person, he's uncomfortable with people in pain, so he would avoid you as best as he could

- The only thing he would feel comfortable with is food, he would bring you everything you need, before pretending to go to work

- He would panic from time to time and wouldn't hesitate to take you to the hospital, if the pain is very bad

- He would secretly buy books about endometriosis and consult a lot of websites, in order to avoid any surprises

- "Does it hurt when we have sex? Why didn't you tell me? Fuck..." he would start to panic, pacing in front of you, hands in his hair, ready to rip it out. Honestly, it would be as funny as it would be adorable.

"Leon, pain during sex isn't for everyone. Take a deep breath, okay?"

"Huh? Ohhhh! Okay, that makes me feel better."

- He'd kiss your forehead and go grab a beer to relax because that's how Kennedy relaxes when he's stressed

CHRIS REDFIELD

- If he was still in his twenties, he would have asked you to stop acting like you just got shot, but the years have softened him and the experiences have made him more compassionate. (Did you know that Chris was a fighter even as a member of S.T.A.R.S.?)

- He would know this from the beginning of your relationship and would be very patient and gentle.

- Like Leon, he would read everything he could find about endometriosis to know how to manage your attacks and relieve your symptoms

- He would give you lots of hugs, kisses and the best massages possible

- He would ask Claire and Jill for advice on a regular basis

- He would buy you relief food, the best painkillers and make sure you see the best doctors

- Chris would cook your favorite meals during every crisis, because the guy has cooking skills, since he raised Claire (and he had to handle a lot of things after his parents died) and would agree to watch your favorite movies, even the ones he hate so much.

- "Is this going to stop us from having a family?" he'd ask after a year of dating. Chris is father material and would love to start a family, despite all the risks involved. This would also be his way of asking you if you would wanna start a family with him.

CARLOS OLIVEIRA

- Carlos would be panicked. Really panicked. He'd be gnawing on his fingers until they were a a little bit bloody.

- He would ask you all the time what you need, what he can do for you and he would do it immediately.

- Like Chris, he knows how to cook and will use his skills to charm your taste buds to make you forget all your symptoms, especially the pain.

- Carlos would find THE solution: to make you laugh, to entertain you. It would start by doing a little dance, salsa while cooking, with a very kitschy apron.

- He would start singing with a sugar baby Russian accent in the most hilarious way (A/N: I have nothing against Russians, I just needed an example 💜) because he's very good at imitating accents

- He'd go so far as to twerk on you, when your pain would be less severe

- When you're better, he would take you to the spa so your body can relax and you can spend romantic moments together (he's a sentimental guy but he'll never say it out loud)

ALBERT WESKER

- You would have hidden your illness from him since you know he doesn't want a weak human, also because you knew how lucky you were that he considers you almost his equal

- The way he would find out? Albert would start planning to bring an heir into the world, without even telling you. First, he'd swap your birth control pill for a placebo without you even realizing it. Your symptoms would get stronger and you wouldn't know why for months, but you'd keep hiding it from him. For a few months, he would keep having sex with you, mostly based on your menstrual cycle. The fact that you didn't get pregnant would raise questions.

- He would start making more and more researches about your health, including your fertility. As an extremely intelligent and scientific man, he would quickly guess that you have endometriosis.

- At first, he would hesitate to break up with you, since you can't give him an heir.

- He would come around to the realization that he's really in love with you and would confront you about it before trying to reassure you, but... He's Wesker, not Chris.

- He would try to develop a treatment, even though it's not his field of research, and inject products into your body to make you hyper fertile. Then he would market his new products on the black market.

- Albert isn't the most understanding person, but he would make sure you that you take your treatments, eat properly and stay hydrated. He would also give you some massages.

- You would have by your side the best specialists because you are precious to him. After all, you are the Goddess of the next world.

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Hey! I'm taking some Resident Evil requests, especially headcanons with Albert Wesker, Leon S. Kennedy and Chris Redfield 😏

can I request a short female reader who has a tendency to simply annoy Wesker? I feel like if I lived with him I would suddenly look him in the face and say "I could eat your ass right now, asshole" and run away, after 5 minutes I would come back to him showing him a video of a puppy on the phone and crying about how cute the dog was KKSJSND

I wrote it and published it! I loved your request! 🥰 

You can find it here: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/causeimhappinesss/692033989091950592?source=share

Body heat - Chris Redfield x reader

Request: Can you do a hate sex with Chris redfield x reader?

Warnings: smut + wrap your biscuit, please

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eleven fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

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Love was something particular. It could send jolts of happiness or break you in every way possible.

When Chris was younger, he was a heartbreaker, he would just have sexfriends and not give a shit. He thought he wasn't made to be in a relationship and many women hated him for that. Even with Jill, and all the sexual tension around them, he never made a move, because of the fear of breaking their friendship. Yet, he did try to be in a relationship with someone, but each time, it was a failure for the simple reason that these women didn't have the same pace of life as him. They blamed him for never being around, for being too tired to do a lot of things. They didn't understand him. He was just a sort of coin purse in their eyes.

The years passed and the hookups followed. Romantic, isn't it?

The missions, too. 

During his career, he had seen enemies and colleagues.

Y/N was... special. She was the partner he avoided the most, because she annoyed him so much. She annoyed him because she was often right. She didn't see things in black and white, she saw in grey. She was able to mitigate all situations. Even the enemies, she always found a reason for their actions. Even Wesker! What had she said last time? "Oh, you know Chris, he was raised by Umbrella. How can this man have been an angel? Who's to say we wouldn't have been the same, in his place?". 

She was confident and talented, into the bargain. He loved seeing the way her hips rolled, just like her butt, and watching the way a bead of sweat could roll down her delicate epidermis, between her breasts, after a long workout or stopping a bioweapons salesman. In short, she was hot and sexy. Yet he hated her for the little cutting remarks qhe she sent his way.

"Come on, Chris! I understand you're close to retirement, but you could go faster!" or "Stop looking at me like you're gonna pounce on me... Well, pounce, but not in that way at least."

She was doing everything to drive him crazy.

Now they were on a new mission, in the middle of winter, in Estonia. It had been a long time since Chris had been confronted with such a bitter cold. The snow never stopped falling and while it provided them with breathtaking scenery, the cold was biting his skin. Around them, blood soaked the beautiful white coat that covered the greenery and the asphalt. This little village was, shall we say... wild. Like the mission in Leon, Spain, in 2004. As much as to say, the villagers hadn’t been very welcoming. Not to help, you had no choice but to cross a frozen lake, on foot, taking huge risks. A few meters before you reached dry land, the ice gave way under your feet and you sank into the icy water. You had felt as if thousands of blade blades were sinking into your bodies, so painful was it.

"I told you we had to go around!" shouted Chris, annoyed.

You were walking along, shivering, just out of the lake. You rolled your eyes and shook your head, despite your uncontrollable teeth chattering.

"And we would have lost a good two hours! Stop yelling!"

"We could literally freeze to death! You don't realize!"

This time you were wrong, but there was no way you were going to admit it to inflate Chris Fucking Redfield's ego.

"Shut up, Redfield, or I'm gonna put one of your cigarettes in your ass, lightened up, so you won’t have to complain anymore about the cold!"

He huffed loudly like a teenager, while you just ignored him. 

Soon, you met an old man, a survivor of this massacre, who had not been contaminated by the virus, since he lived far away, between the village and the laboratories you had to inspect, in the hope of finding those responsible for this plague. That good man had left you his little wooden hut and lit the fireplace in his small living room to keep you warm, with animal fur coats, much warmer than your clothes. You were ahead of your mission and had time to spend a few hours in the warmth, the time for your clothes to dry as well as you, otherwise death would come and take you.

When you returned to the living room, wrapped in furs, you saw that Chris had done the same thing. You found yourself naked underneath and despite the warmth of the room, you were still shivering from the cold. With an expert glance, you noticed that your partner was shivering as much as you were. You sat down next to him on the sofa and observed his features, as well as the part of his torso that was revealed to you. You had seen him shirtless countless times, but you couldn't believe that a man of his age could still be so handsome and attractive. Too bad he was just a stubborn man who refused to trust you and listen to you.

But as the evening began, you had to put aside the acrimony between you two. You were both frozen and you knew of only one more solution, at this point... Delicately, you moved closer to him, until you glued to him.

"What are you doing?" he sighed, before turning his head towards you.

You plunged your gaze into his and offered him your most innocent look, while one of your hands caressed his biceps.

"I'm cold, so I'm trying to warm up."

"Mmmmh..."

Delicately, you let the furs slide over your shoulders to expose them and create a plunging neckline on your chest, while you revealed enough of your thighs. Of course, his eyes followed your movements and you noticed his breathing quicken.

"Y/N..."

"Chris..." you teased him, mimicking him.

"What game are you playing, exactly?"

"The one where we warm each other up."

He parted his lips, somewhat surprised and shook his head, when he understood what you were getting at.

"Nope."

"I'm not asking you to make love to me. I just want us to be able to stick together to increase our body heat."

"Fine." he grumbled. 

Without a warning, you climbed astride his upper thighs, at the edge of his crotch and removed the furs that were a barrier to your skins. A mischievous smile appeared on your face when you noticed that he was half hard. With the help of the blankets, you locked yourself inside them with him, and you placed your bare chest against his chest. Gently, you slid your hand down his chest. Suddenly, a heat spread in your lower belly. The man came to stroke the bottom of your back, at the limit of your buttocks.

"I think your thick and long friend down there like me, unlike you..." you whispered in his ear.

As an answer, he groaned, while you shifted a little, now your womanhood close to his friend.

"What if I do... this."

You started to roll your hips, your pussy grazing his hardening cock. He let out a sigh and closed his eyes, probably wrestling against himself to prevent his dick from getting hard... But it was too late. 

Suddenly, his thick calloused hands grabbed your hips and he pushed you against his cock.

"You wanna play, Y/N? Let's play!"

His hands forced you against him, making you shudder as sighs of desire escaped your lips. You could feel yourself getting wet and now, he was completely hard. Without mercy, he placed kisses on your neck and chest, before nibbling your skin, especially your hardened nipples. Yet you kept moving on his cock. One of his hands titillated your swollen clit with an expert touch that made you roll your eyes in pleasure as your hips continued to undulate on their own. The bastard was even more talented than you'd imagined...

"Fuck... Chris..."

"Shut up, L/N."

You bit your lower lip, as he was relentless on your clit, bringing you close to an orgasm... Until he stopped, removing his fingers.

"What the...?"

"We're playing according to my rules now. You don't get to orgasm." he groaned before he made you lay on the couch. 

"Jerk me." he ordered with a stern voice.

You looked at his thick veiny cock, red at the tip, begging you to be touched. When you took him in your hands, starting to stroke it, it twiched and Redfield sighed. You started to jerk him, looking at him in the eyes, as a provocation, with a mischievous smile.

"I hate you, but you're so fucking hot and perf..." he stopped himself and groaned.

"I can't wait for you to fuck me, Redfield."

You played with his cock, straightening in order to give him a blowjob, but he made you lay again. Before you could understand what was happening, he got your legs bending on your belly and pushed his hard cock inside you. You moaned at the same time. It felt so good, amazing. 

He began to pound you with his back, faster and faster, making you moan with pleasure, so much so that you forgot the existence of the old man, who had gone to look for some wood, close to the house. You slid a hand over his stomach and watched the way his muscles rolled over his skin. He was incredibly sexy, you couldn't deny it. The way he was fucking you, he was bringing out his resentment and that made the sex better! He was almost brutal.

"You're so big..."

"And you're so fucking tight... Feels amazing... You don't deserve this amazing pussy."

His eyes closed tight, his hair wet and beads of sweat mixed with the water from the lake, he looked like a demi-god. His long, thick cock kept thrusting inside you. The pleasure was more and more powerful, intense. You moaned his name as if your life depended on it. He was touching the best point in you, bringing you closer to your orgasm again. The brutality of his movements indicated that he was also getting closer to his climax. The sound of skin slapping together echoed through the living room. About to cum, he pulled out and sent you a victorious smile.

"Oh Redfield, don't play something like that with me..."

You smirked and grabbed him by the hips, forcing him to impale you again with a grunt. To prevent him from breaking free of your grip, you dug your nails into his back.

"Don't stop... Make me cum, finally show me you're a man!"

Considering the insult to his masculinity, he picked up the pace and this time, the orgasm overwhelmed you. Your whole body shuddered. Your screams of pleasure echoed through the house. Your tight vagina tightened around his cock, drawing ragged moans from him. His cock twitched as he squeezed your thighs harder. Finally, he poured into you in five hot streams of cum, spurting against your walls. 

"Fuck... fuck.... fuck..." he groaned.

He stayed inside you for a moment, gazing into yours as you smiled.

"I can confirm, you may be a man... But you'll still have to prove it to me, so I can be sure..." 

Slowly, he pulled out and watched his seed dripping out of your vagina, the sight was so erotic that he was ready to torment your vagina once again.

"So fucking hot... And we still have time for another round."

Hate sex was always the best. And if love was something particular, sexual attraction towards the person that annoys you is something indefinable.

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