Weskennedy Week 2024 - Blog Posts
Time for the Pre-RE1 S.T.A.R.S. AU to make an appearance, feat. some spicy office shenanigans ;)
Weskennedy Week Day 1: Hurt/Comfort + Stalking (NSFW) - Read on AO3
“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.
Day one of Weskennedy Week 2024, hosted by the kindly @weskennedyblog! ^_^ i hope you enjoy if you read!! <33333
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.