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Hello everyone, I will be participating in Weskennedy Week 2024, put on by the wonderful @weskennedyblog! I'm so excited to post my fics, I will be using this post as a masterpost for each day I upload a new fic! ^_^ You can check out my fics on ao3 here! Thank you so much and I hope you enjoy!! Fic previews under the cut!

Day 1: Hurt/Comfort + Stalking (NSFW)

“Nobody’s pitching anything to me, drinking synthetic blood is the right thing to do.” Leon snapped. “Like I said, I don’t want to feed on-” His nostrils flared, blue irises being swallowed by blown, black pupils.  Wesker had reached beside himself, found a jagged piece of wood and gashed the middle of his inner forearm with it, giving little more than a mildly-inconvenienced-sounding grunt. Leon watched the blood slowly seep from the wound, dark red and everything he wanted. He was keenly unaware of the amused expression on the now-injured party’s face as he watched the vampire lean closer to the cut, creeping to it like a predator about to strike. Wesker felt his skin prickle with gooseflesh at the power he held over this young vampire. Leon lost himself momentarily to his instinct, lunging at the delicious blood, his lips inches from his precious life force before he was abruptly stopped in his tracks by Wesker’s free hand grasping the erection in Leon’s jeans. His smile grew. “This indicates otherwise.” He purred, his hot breath washing over Leon’s scalp.

✨️ Albert Buttcheeks ✨️

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me (Wesker) and my favourite survivor(leon🫶)

Weskennedy Week Day 4: Uniforms (NSFW) - Read on AO3

Albert parked his car in the lot behind Moon’s and entered the eatery. It was just as frigid in here as it was outside , he’d thought bitterly; thankfully he was partial to sweaters. They were clearly recovering from their early bird rush, a time that Albert intentionally avoided; he didn’t want to see his coworkers on his days off, so he intentionally always came when he knew none of them would be here.  The bell chimed as he entered, and he had to stop himself from looking visibly disappointed that the handsome barista from yesterday wasn’t here. Oh, well. Back to finding this place completely and totally un-… Leon walked by holding a crate of fresh fruit for the pastries and breakfast bowls they’d started serving recently. Albert folded his arms across his chest, digging his nails into his flanks as Leon raised his arm, using his forearm to swipe sweat from his brow. He was probably unloading the truck and taking the supplies wherever they needed to go . He drew in a slow breath through his mouth, pursing his lips at the prominent sweat stain that had been visible at his underarm when he’d raised it up. Leon bent over to grab a milk crate and Albert caught notice of powdered sugar stains on his rear end again: two perfect handprints. The thought of his hands kneading delicious treats into creation and hauling heavy supplies around made his whole body feel hot. He swallowed back the saliva in his mouth and licked his lips. Had his uniform been particularly tight today?  ...interesting.

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