Based On A Fucking Meme I Made. My “wife”

Sigh,,,, 😔 time for an oc story get ready 🤷🏽‍♂️

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Nsfw below:

Sub!Trans!Micheal Myers x dom! Male! Reader 

Some gender dysphoria comfort for our sweet doll Micheal. Just some soft to rough fucking and fluff.

Cw: Dysphoria, body worship, Praise, vaginal fingering, cunnlingus, nipple play, penetration, Creampies, belly bulge, abuse mentions and comfort

Micheal had bad days like all of us even if he didn’t really have emotions. The sanatorium especially didn’t help his body issues. He asked the nurses for top surgery one time to which they didn’t mind but loomis refused anything else. As he grew up his pecs started to get bigger causing him more dysphoria. He also never got bottom surgery which also didn’t make him feel like a real man.

Micheal was having one of those more dysphoric days. He was looking at his chest running his finger under his crescent scars. He was annoyed at how he looks no matter how much he tried, he hated himself. 

“Baby boy?” A voice calls out from behind him. “Are you alright sweetie?” You ask grabbing his face in your hand as you rub his soft, pink lips. He leans into your stomach as you sigh and rub his beautiful hair. He lets out a groan of a certain tone telling you he’s a bit insecure at the moment. “Aw, what’s wrong precious?” He sighs pointing to his scars as you look confused for a moment then the realization hits. “Dysphoria acting up for ya?“ you ask as he shakes his head. You kneel next to him snaking your hands under his arms to his chest. 

You put your head in his nape as you rub the scars. “Sweetheart, you know that the fact that your chest is a bit bigger than most men doesn’t make you less of one.” You state your words being muffled by Michaels neck. He grunts in response, you laugh slightly. Your hands around his chest start to squeeze in there path. He looks at you with his usual stoic demeanor but with a pink blush on his cheeks. “You are the most masculine man I have ever met, I don’t think I’ve met someone as handsome as you prince.” You say biting down on his neck still needing his boobs. 

You start twisting his nipples making his back arch a bit as soft pants ring out through your shared room. He was so fucking adorable like this. You could tell he was getting needier and needier by the second with the way his thighs rubbed together.  

After around 10 minutes of your torture on his nipples there was a big wet spot on his pants as he humps his chair aching for release. “Aw is your pussy that desperate for me?” He groans loudly as you snake your hand down to his waistband of his pants. “You’ve taken the abuse well pretty boy.”

You smile as you pull him onto the bed propping his head up on the pillows. He looks at you with blush all over his cheeks as his blue eyes dart away embarrassed. You crawl onto him kissing him deeply. “Such a good boy for me aren’t you.” You say rubbing his inner thighs. He looks at you as you pull away, drool leaking down his lips. 

You crawl down to his stomach slowly pulling his pants down. You could see his pussy clenching around nothing through his underwear. So needy for you. “God your so perfect Mikey.” You say no lie in your voice whatsoever. You finally pull his underwear down the cold air of the room hitting him. 

His pussys dripping so much. You circle your finger around his thick lips. So meaty and thick. You take your finger and spread it open. He always makes you drool. You open your mouth latching yourself to his sweet pussy. He always comes fast from any stimulation not really being left alone in the sanatorium. His quiet moans filling the room with your lewd slurping. You bring your fingers up to his hole pushing them in as you take your face off his clit. 

“The fact that you have a pussy or bigger tits doesn’t make you any less of a man, doll.” You say hitting his g spot each word. His back arches as his mouth fall opens. His back arches and his pussy starts pulsing letting you know he’s right at the edge. You continue your abuse on his clit and hole. “C-cumming.” He whispers out as he squirts all over your face. 

You laugh softly at the mess of a man infront of you. His tongue out like a dog. You gently lift his legs up not wanting to hurt him. “Fuck baby look how hard you got me.” You say giving strokes to your cock. His mouth waters as much as his pussy does as he looks at your fat dick. You start rubbing your cock against his wetness lubing yourself up so it doesn’t hurt for him or you.

You look at Micheal with his legs wide open over your shoulders. You finally rub your tip across his slit pushing in as he groans. “Always so fucking tight…” it was always like a snake wrapping tightly around your dick. “Sweet boy.” You start slowly pumping into him. “S- speed the fuck u-up…” he groans out softly as his raspy voice fill your ears. 

You laugh a bit at his greedinesses grabbing his hips fucking him faster. “Oh yes baby~” you moan out as you look down at his fucked out face. You start pounding even faster hitting his g spot roughly as you bring your fingers down lifting to hood of his clit. You start rubbing it and pounding even faster. 

His back starts arching as he thrashes around. You grab his hips as his pussy vigorously pulses around you. “Cumming baby.” You moan out shooting your thick load far inside of him. He looks down at his pussy seeing that somehow your dick was still hard. He sighs pushing into your dick telling you to keep going. 

“Are you sure baby?” You ask. He nods as you start thrusting even harder. His loud pants ringing in your ears making you want to pound into him even more. He starts telling you to go as fast as you can wanting you to chase your own pleasure. “Close baby close.” You moan out giving more rubs to his clit as he moans. 

You start thrusting into him the sound of skin slapping vigorously. You can tell he’s close too the way his pussys erratically throbbing and him covering his face with a pillow. “Cumming prince.” You say as you grab his hips making sure he doesn’t move. You look down at your dick seeing a white circle around your base.  You and mike were panting heavily him more than you but none the less. 

Micheal looks at his stomach and sees a buldge in his stomach. You then realize it too. You pull out and look down with eyes wide. Fuck, you came a lot. “Sorry sweets.” You say laughing as Micheal groans annoyed at the hot sticky cum in his stomach and hole. 

Art from icezero09

Ass > Tits

Chris redfield x male reader who’s a rock singer pls

Uh yeah, I’m just shocked I got an ask about a fic or sum it’s been awhile- 😭 

Chris was never one for get togethers. Maybe when he was younger but not now. He was a busy man he never had anytime for crap like that. But Claire insisted (like always) that he needed to get out of the house for once. 

She knew he was a bit weird in crowds but she had a concert she wanted to go to and she wanted someone else to go to. This was the perfect opportunity, they could leave at anytime because of the way the dome was built. Plus she’s been before and it’s always been fun. 

Claire was sitting in her living room watching tv when Chris comes out in green cargo pants and a black short sleeved t-shirt. “Let’s get this over with.” She rolls her eyes as she turns the tv off grabbing her keys. 

They arrive at the concert as she hands the tickets to the bouncer. They both walk in as Chris looks around enamored. Flashing lights bright and fast but not enough to be annoying or migraine inducing. Claire smiles as he continues following her. 

They stop when they reach a spot. Claire hands him a drink as he takes a sip. “Alright the concerts starting soon come on.” He downs his whiskey following behind. They walk through the crowds of pumped up sweaty people. 

They stop at a point as they look up to the stage. 

After a bit of waiting a voice comes on a really sexy one. Chris inhales as he listens to the excited voice. After a few seconds of talking and other things people begin to come out. Probably other band members. They’re cool but don’t catch his eye. Then the main singer comes out. 

He had jeans, black boots and a white undershirt on with a bunch of dog tags. It was simple but fit a rock band perfectly to be fair.

“He’s so fucking cool!” Claire shouts at Chris as he stands their mouth agape and in awe. Claire looks at him curiously as he finally managed to speak. “H-he’s so hot…” She laughs at his comment as the music begins to turn on. “He’s signing autographs after the concert go get one!!!” She shouts over the loud crowd. He smiles as he begins to bop his head to the music.

The concert was incredible. He’s never ever really done something like that but he enjoyed every second. Everyone claps at the performance, screams, whistles everything.

 “Alright I’ll be at the bar go shoot your shot.” He nods focused on getting to the angel he laid his eyes on. 

As he was walking along the path a bunch of people managed to move him in the opposite direction. He couldn’t fight through it so he gave up sighing as he gets swept somewhere else. He wobbles a bit as everyone moves to other places. 

He looks around, backstage? He begins to turn around but manages to bump into someone. He falls backwards as he begins to look up. “Oh shit you alright?” It was the lead singer! Holy shit! Holy shit! “Oh my god, I’m a recent fan, my sister introduced me to you tonight and uh your concert was awesome!” Chris smiles at the man as he smiles back. 

“It’s to meet a fan, a new and old one especially.” Chris practically shakes with excitement. “Can I have your autograph?” He asks curiously. The man laughs. “Of course I’ll do your name to since your new Mr?” He tilts his head. “Oh uh Chris Redfield.” 

The man stops for a moment. “Woah are you THE Chris Redfield?” He asks smiling. Chris nods rubbing the back of his head. “Chris Redfield is a fan of mine holy shit-“ the man laughs as he nods. “Yeah of course you can have anything man thanks for your service!” Chris smiles happily as he hands the man a piece of blank paper and one with his number to.

The main 3 (fnf) with a s/o who sings

Boyfriend

•he’s so fucking impressed 

•he’s looking at you with amazement when your done he’ll envelope you in a hug making incoherent noises of happiness

•sometimes he’ll have you both duet, he’ll take the lead than you’ll take the lead 

•he won’t admit it but love when you take the lead the most

•he’d adore rapping against you and if you lose he’ll motivate you to keep trying 

•if you win he’ll jump in your arms like a puppy happily

•he’d always come to your  performances and would appreciate if you’d do the same! 

•all in all he’d love having someone sharing his love with song

Girlfriend

•this sweet Angel demon would love it

•she’d always dj for you and even help you with your voice

•she’s very motivating always clapping at your performances and giving you thumbs up

•if you asked for help with one of the songs you were trying she’d do her best to help

•she would make a beat for you that fits your personality for you to sing to

•you can usually always hear her humming your songs when your with or without her

Pico

•he’d most definitely be angry on why you didn’t tell him sooner

•besides that he’s pretty interested

•if you had any shows he’d be on his guard ready to shoot anyone who has the nerve to give you a hard time 

•he’s honest if you make a song

•if the song wasn’t the best he won’t crush your spirit but he’ll make you aware 

•”listen y/n, I feel like it could be better.” Or “y/n I know you can do better than this babe.” 

•he tries to be nice about it but he’d rather be honest to you than lie about it

•if you hear him humming your songs you did not

•he will refuse to admit it

•”are you calling me fucking simp y/n?” “Maybe.” 

•he loves you dearly you being a singer just adds another layer to your amazing self

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Chapter 5: Uncovered

Summary: You Sheva and Chris are looking for Wesker. Chris uncovers something interesting about you but he doesn’t mind at all. 

Excella gets into a lavish elevator as you watch it move up. It was keycard activated and you all obviously wouldn’t have one. You all see more zombies from behind as you throw your bag to the ground. Everyone grabs different weapons. You grin as you bruin searching it. 

Chris and Sheva kept shooting in a steady rhythm helping each other out. Sheva’s gun clicks as nothing comes out. “Out of ammo.” And sure enough Chris follows that. He slaps a zombie with his gun as you let out a mean laugh. 

“Move!” You grin as you hold a big gun. All of a sudden flames and flames after flames come out. “You brought a flamethrower sir?” Chris asks with a shocked look “go big or go home Chrissy.” You laugh as all the zombies burn infront of you. 

Sheva smiles as she shakes her head. The once sterile lab was now burning to a crisp. “Alright come on!” Chris yanks your bag as you throw the flamethrower back on your back. You all climb up the stairs lauching more flames at unwilling participants.

Shot after shot. You were shocked no guards were sent down yet. You guys manage to beat Excella to a certain floor. You look up seeing her waving to you through the elevator window. You grimace as you turn your attention back to Chris and then. 

“Excella saw me. She’s gonna tell Wesker get ready for tougher tyrants.” You speak attaching a machete to your hip. They nod readying up for a bigger blow. You guys continue climbing the stairs getting higher and higher.

This was like a video game the higher you all of you go the harder the tyrants were. “Isn’t that fun.” Sheva groans. You guys come across a super tyrant (ugly mf fr). Chris cracks his knuckles as him and Sheva look at each other. They begin attacking the tyrant. You Smile at them like a proud father. 

As your looking around you see a dead decaying scientist. You smile happily as you kneel down searching his pockets. “Keycard keycard come on…” you reach down into all his pockets look for a keycard. Nothing. You think to yourself.

That’s when you noticed his clasped hands were holding something. You hold it up looking at it in the bright fluorescent lighting. As soon as you stand up you se the tyrant fall to its knees. “Come on guys I’ve got a keycard.” 

She cleans it’s off as Chris looks around. He grabs a file tilting his head. What was going on you thought. “What was going?” on was Chris found an umbrella document of you. He read it intently. You were one of umbrellas lab rats like Wesker no wonder you both were friends.

He tilts his head as he looks at a photo of you as a young kid. You had a straitjacket and looked miserable. Apparently you were one of the calmer Guinea pigs. He sighs grabbing a lighter. Life threatening information, could get you fired in a second. Chris would never let that happen no matter how much he knew you didn’t care. 

Apparently you have compatible dna with some tyrants. He throws it to the ground stomping on the burnt ashes. He walks next to you with heavy steps. “Lab experiment huh sir?” Chris asks, you look at him with your usual blank look. “I’ve gotta burn that file.” You turn away from his gaze “already did it.” 

You smile as the elevator door begins to open. It opens to a dark hallway. You all ready up looking at each other making sure your ready. You all nod as you begin moving down the dark hallway. 

Wesker was going down.

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