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weskie · 2 days

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A Moment of Peace (Albert Wesker x gn!Reader)

this man needs a nap soooo bad, fluff | Fic Directory

You find him so very beautiful like this.

Wesker does not indulge in rest nearly as much as he should. He takes only what he needs to function, and he does it quite well for the most part. To the untrained eye, exhaustion never touches him. He is a force to be reckoned with in every aspect of life, but even the man made god has moments where fatigue settles in despite his best efforts. There was a world to perfect, a dream to make reality, and such goals would not come to fruition with his head buried in a pillow.

But right now, he needs this.

You thread your fingers through locks of his hair, nails scratching softly against his scalp in long strokes. You’re not sure exactly how you managed to convince him, but he’s been asleep on your lap for nearly an hour now.

Initially, he’d joined you on the couch in your shared abode. You with your book, and him with his mountain of folders. Incident and laboratory reports, he’d explained. Trial and error with various strains, incident follow ups after staff exposure, costs, damages… more thorns in his side delaying his dream with every fool's mistake. You could tell from the moment he sat down that he was running on empty, and no amount of coffee you’d brought him seemed to rouse him from his drowsy state. The intermittent act of pushing up his glasses to rub at his eyes only grew in frequency as time ticked on, and you pretty much left him with no choice.

All it took was your fingers curling at the nape of his neck to soothe him. Just a gentle touch, an invitation– wordless, but no less sincere– to shoulder the weight of his burdens and give him relief.

To your surprise, he didn’t even fight you on it the way he usually would. He wasn’t too busy, nor was there a thumb and forefinger placed at your chin while he gives you the same old excuse of another time. He merely tossed the packet of paper onto the arm of the couch and shifted to lay on his side, cushioning his head against your lap.

He looked so strange like that too. Like there was an air of repression to the act, like it was forbidden to him in some way or another to have the comfortable luxury of a lover who cared to hold him.

“I’ll make sure the world doesn’t burn without you,” you’d told him, having just slipped the sunglasses off of his face. “Just relax.”

It took a while, but eventually you felt the decompression– the way his body slackened and he became comfortable enough to rest on his back. Not long after that, he was out.

And here you are.

You take the chance to observe every feature, committing each detail to memory so that you could perhaps paint him picture-perfect with your eyes closed. You’d like to run your fingertip over the curve of his cheekbones, or perhaps even the slope of his nose, but you fear waking and depriving him of something he needs so dearly. He’s a light sleeper, and you’re amazed you haven’t roused him with your own yawns by now.

Your left hand lays on his chest, just over his heart. Each rise and fall has become its own rhythmic comfort, lulling you closer and closer to dozing off along with him.

You’d love to, but later…

You wouldn’t miss the beauty of his serenity for the world.

#albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker fanfiction #albert wesker x you #wesker #wesker x reader #wesker x you #resident evil #dead by daylight #dbd #my love language is sleep btw

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mrswint3rs · 1 day

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!! 𝐀𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐭𝐰𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 !!

❤︎︎ sorry again for taking forever!! and sorry there’s only 7 this time .. it’s hard to find ts sometimes :(( chris next !

fem viewer!! warnings provided when needed (lmk). mdni. (if i reused any links, no i didnt 😓)

- making it up to your boss

- breeding his pet

- using your hand while you’re asleep - cw: somno

- helping you study

- helping daddy relax - cw: ddlg

- more breeding :3 - tw: incest caption

- filming vids with daddy

#twitter links #resident evil twitter links #albert wesker #albert wesker twt links #albert wesker x you

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yanderestarangel · 5 months

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♡ — 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐑𝐄 | 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘'𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃!𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐑

— TW: smut, praise, dark themes, age gap, leve yandere, age gap, friend of your farher!albert wesker, v!sex, manipulation, nsfw, distorted mind, oral, afab anatomy, blackmail, recorded sex, daddykink, no pronouns used besides 'you'.

♡—Wesker was a sick man, he knew that, but Albert's darkest desires could not be ignored for long. He was your dad's co-worker, and to tell the truth, he hated the man, however, there was something about your father that interested him... You.

♡— Wesker, unfortunately for you, laid eyes on you, it was just small glances behind the dark lenses of his glasses, but soon after, you were already in the scientist's darkest thoughts. He thought you were a precious thing, a little pearl that needed to be protected by him, so he decided to get even closer to your dad, it was so easy to manipulate the man and infiltrate your family that Albert found it pathetic, but he needed you... Being close to you, you were eating away at his mind with every bitter second that passed in the older man's abjacent solitude.

♡— Wesker could just get rid of anyone in the worst way possible and lock you up in a place isolated from everything and everyone, make you his untouched little doll, lock you in a glass dome and watch you all day — he could force you to loving him, worshiping him like a god, he wanted to make you walk on the ground he walks on and see your tongue lick every drop of his seed, things escalated very quickly for him, but he didn't care, in the blonde's head, he was a superior being, and could do anything he wanted.

♡— Wesker researched every strong and weak point of your personality, in a few days he had a folder and raw files of hours and hours of recordings of you, either with the wiretap he secretly placed on your cell phone, or with the cameras hidden behind home — which he put it when he went to your house, to drink some wine and hand over some papers from the umbrella to your dad — or for the hours he spent stalking every post of yours on the internet. He knew everything about you... Absolutely everything, you were his obsession, you were his property and his alone... It didn't take long for you to realize that.

♡— Wesker began with calm touches, as if he were watering a flower, wetting your petals of desire with the nectar of hot, forbidden touches. He would pay you so much attention, wearing the best smile behind his serious and cold face, his lips would always have an expression of comfort for you — He would always shower you with sweet nicknames, telling you how proud he is of you always giving your best to you. college grades, or how good you were. He would divert your father's attention just to visit you in your room, giving you expensive gifts that you had wanted for a long time. "— I just remembered you baby, it suits your eyes, don't worry about the value sweetheart." Albert would speak in a hoarse tone, placing the emerald necklace around your neck, brushing his fingers for too long on your skin and leaving soon after, leaving you with a confused feeling in your chest and a heat in your core.

♡— Wesker has been mentally writing down the best nicknames he can think of. "— My Prince/Princess, My doll, My baby boy/baby girl, My little gem, My good boy/girl, honey, darling, dear, sweet little thing." And all of them are accompanied by mischievous phrases and smiles. " — Good job prince/princess, you did well... Keep it up." " — you really are a cute little thing, aren't you? Making Daddy happy." The scientist would purr in your ear, away from your father's eyes... Not that he cares much, but he loves the feeling of adrenaline, seeing your face blush, you would be a mess for a simple compliment or word of affirmation... It was so cute to him, like a stalking prey, a deer lost and beautiful in the snow.

♡— Wesker knew that resisting his charm was never an option, and it wouldn't be. He is a man who knows how to play his cards right, and it wouldn't take long for him to trap you in his web of manipulation and possession, he would make you his body, mind and soul, break you to the breaking point.

♡— Wesker would have luxurious dinners at his penthouse, calling his family, an excuse to see you again. He would get your dad drunk enough to pull you to some corner of the house and pull down your clothes, slapping your ass hard as he knelt kissing your clit, forcing you to lean against the cold wall while he fucked you out. "— Fuck imagine if your father comes in here and sees his sweet son/daughter like that? Fucking his friend?" Albert smiled mischievously, as he inserted two thick fingers into your hole, stretching you to the sides, leaving you well prepared for him. He would hold you with his strong arms, taking you to the table where your father slept drunk, fucking you in front of the man's sleepy body. " — Fucking h-hell Mmm- imagine if he wakes up? Seeing you like this? Seeing that you're nothing but a fucking slut." He babbled, pushing the base of his dick into your cunt, while you covered your moans with your hand, feeling your eyes roll back into your head with pleasure.

♡— Wesker will fuck you in your own house, making an excuse for your father who needs to recommend some colleges to you, while he aggressively beats you on the mattress, tying your ankles with his tie, while overstimulating your pussy, inserting his shaft repeatedly into your uterus, he'll just take out even the tip and put it all in at once with a sadistic smile on his thin lips. "—I could fuck you like this all day."

♡— Wesker would say such dirty and sweet things to you while turning you into a dumb mess. " — Your sweet little pussy is made for my cock, isn't it?" His free hand reaches down to caress your breasts, pinching and pinching your sensitive nipples, eliciting more moans from your lips. He continues to tease and torment you, pushing you closer to the edge of orgasm before pulling back, prolonging your agony - and his, you could beg and whimper, as he takes a cell phone out of his pocket, focusing on your wet, abused hole. " — Oh, you little slut," he grows. " —I love the way you look when my cock stretches you out like this Ah- Fuck sweetheart-" And just as you're about to fall, he slows down once again, prolonging your ecstasy, the buildup almost unbearable. "—Not yet, my dear," he whispers in your ear, his voice filled with wicked delight. "—You will come when I say so. Only when I give you permission."

♡— Wesker will take several photos of your body covered in semen, in compromising positions and with his dick in your mouth, videos, gifs or any digital media available, he will manipulate and chat you so that you are always his, always stay on his side.

" — You will never run away from me, my little pet... Or else... Your father and all your family, friends... They will know what a whore you are, so just be good and keep your mouth shut, pretty boys/girls don't think."

©𝙔��𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙇 2023

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l0sercat · 11 months

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So i may ask for wesker an ghostface and 2 other killers that you like against the godlike survivor in chase but now they are wearing high weels in chase and they noticed while chasing them and the unusual sound

Imma stick to just the two (sorry) trying to get my motivation up,<3

Killers react to god-like survivor in heels

Wesker

He was chasing you and for the love of all things not holy he couldn't hit you

His pride was hurting especially when he discovered you were wearing heels

The sound of your shoes hitting against the concrete was annoying

He gritted his teeth and lunged forward trying to hit you but couldn't

You ran off your heels making the clacking sound with each step you take

Wesker swore by the end of the match he would have you hurt

Ghostface

When he realized you were in heels he grinned

Was it annoying you were avoiding all his attacks? Yeah, but it was amusing to find out that you were kicking his ass in heels

His face hurt with all the smiling he was doing but he couldn't help it you were to damn adorable

He was amazed how you didn't sprain an ankle in those heels or fall

#x reader #gender neutral #albert wesker #gender not specified #gender neutral reader #slashers #dead by daylight #dbd #danny johnson dbd #danny johnson x reader #dbd danny johnson #dbd danny johnson x reader #danny johnson #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight fluff #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker x you #albert wesker imagine #albert whiskers

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alespov · 8 months

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˗ˏˋ I got a taste..

for men that are older ´ˎ˗

#┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ allyse talks ┊ ˚➶ ｡˚#albert wesker #albert wesker smut #albert wesker headcanons #albert wesker edit #dbd albert wesker x reader #movie albert wesker #dbd albert wesker #dbd wesker #resident evil #wesker x you #albert wesker x reader #Albert wesker x you #resident evil wesker #wesker x reader #dbd albert wesker x you #albert wesker fanfic

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cho-aaacho · 9 months

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(HC's) How Albert expresses his feelings for you in his own words.

Masterlist I Archive of Our Own

You swear that this guy isn't human. Perhaps some sort of fictional character. Because you can see how perfect he is.

Every time Albert touches your skin, you feel safe; it evokes emotions that you can't define, and now and again, you get a funny sensation in your stomach. It feels like you are trapped inside a cube filled with butterflies.

Albert will smile in amusement every time he sees your curve under his eyes; he'll tenderly gaze at you, seeking your love and attention. He'll tell you and prove that you're the best thing he's ever had.

He slept in the same position until the next morning. He only wanted to grab you with his arms wrapped around your waist, sliding his lips on your neck.

He's a good listener. Every time you have a bad day or your workload becomes too much for you, he will assist you, listen to you, and ensure your mental health is in good condition.

He learned how to bake and even asked your mom for your favorite cookie recipe. It may not be as good as your mom's, but the way he wrote a cute letter on them makes you feel good about him.

He often combs your hair, applies hair vitamins to it, and offers you a little head massage. While sharing his days.

He'll be gentle during sex, ensuring you aren't hurt and you are comfortable with him. He isn't very vocal, but you may occasionally hear him moaning and giggling behind your ears. When he has an orgasm, you can see his rosy cheeks while he half-closes his eyes.

Showering together was one of his favorite things, but he preferred being in the bathtub with you. Isn't it lovely that he'll rub your shoulders and back while using the same shampoo and soap as you?

Your mom and Albert are close; she even gave him a knitted scarf on Christmas, and in return, he gave your mom an expensive piece of jewelry. He said he didn't mind because he knew that your mom had knitted it with love, which is a lovely gift.

He may sound incredibly old-fashioned, but you like him. You don't always understand what he's saying or what he means. But that's how he shows his feelings for you.

Albert: What's the point of doing something like that?

I'm flattered that you're thinking of me. Everything about me. Anything about me. To love me, lead me, guide me, touch me, and look at me with your eyes.

For someone like me, all of this doesn't deserve your kindness.

You're too good, too pure, too warmed, too gorgeous, and too frail; your presence is too gleaming for me to reach out to you, yet honestly, you mean the world to me. How do I express my feelings for you? What kind of love did you want me to show you?

Aaaaaaa.... I hope you'll love this, because, omg. He's so cute.

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bunnystalker · 2 months

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haunting you - a. wesker x reader

you're a stripper and he's a scientist who's never felt the touch of another.

a/n; first wesker piece i've written in a whiiiile so i'm sorry if this is a little clunky!!

content warnings; set in 1998 before the mansion incident, jill moonlights as a bartender, virgin!wesker, stripper!reader (no set stripper name), wesker is in his late thirties (38), reader is 21, loss of virginity, brief dry-humping, sex (p in v), dirty talk, technically bottom/sub wesker, top/dom reader, this might be ooc (im rusty), light petplay (you call him a puppy and he almost creams), whiny wesker, slight condescension from the reader, not proofread as always lol

terms of endearment; darling, sweetheart, dear, puppy (wesker)

wc; 2.460k

You stare at your reflection in the vanity mirror, one of many workers tonight who are less than strapped for cash not unlike yourself. Since you were legal, you’d made the choice, albeit degrading, to start stripping. That was three years ago. Now twenty-one, you’re less naive and smarter with your money, but still lacking financially. Not to mention, you’d been at this club for three years, why change that? No real job would take you if you told them what you’d been doing as a makeshift career anyway.

And so you stare. Your makeup is kept simple but alluring enough for most anyone to be drawn to you, but your outfit is the real showstopper. Strappy and black, you’re nearly naked, but you’re used to that by now. The usual pre-performance jitters have struck you once again, leaving you with cold feet and nerves that aren’t much warmer. Even in the back rooms, you can hear the bass-heavy music and high whistles of men vying for more of whomever’s attention. It’s enough to draw you from your shell and with a few deep breaths, you force yourself away from the vanity. The path to the stage is short, much to your chagrin, and the lights are hotter than hell when you step out to the shiny stage. While you get no cheering, you get your own special welcome of drunken customers whistling lowly and the occasional whoop.

You know from experience that, while intoxicated, watching someone work the pole is hypnotic at the least. Your audience can hardly take their eyes off of you, rolling your body against the chromatic steel pole. It’s still warm from the previous dancer. Your anthem for tonight is seductive and slow, as most dancers’ songs are, and your face is the peak of seduction even as the inebriated crowd douses you with cash of all varieties.

After the dance, you’re slick with the slightest sheen of sweat. Nobody ever said dancing was easy, even the exotic kind. You walk to the bar, swaying your hips with every step. Despite the money you’d earned from your on-stage performance, you’re hounding for more. You refuse to leave with less than your month’s rent tonight. So you saunter to the bar, your sultry gaze scanning the sea of people carefully.

“A drink?” Jill, the bartender asks as you lean against the bar. She’s always liked you, so she slips you a free drink now and then.

“Please,” you nod softly and she smiles, ready to make your usual as a platinum-blonde man approaches you. He offers you no smile, just a somewhat menacing stare. You’d be scared if there wasn’t something so virginal about him. Otherwise handsome, with pale skin and blue eyes behind slightly dorky prescription glasses. Not to mention, he’s dressed in a suit.

“Lovely show,” he says with a somewhat nasally voice. Like clockwork, you smile and sip the cocktail Jill slides over to you. His lips twitch slightly at the corners- a smile by his terms in return.

“Thank you, honey.”

“Of course, dear.” He takes a seat on the stool beside you, flagging Jill over for a cocktail of his own. He seems confident, though you’re not sure if it’s because he’s got money or because he’s talking to someone attractive. Your gaze remains steady on his face, although his trails much lower on you before flicking up to meet your eyes. Weird, you could’ve sworn they were blue just a moment ago…

“Do tell, darling,” he ghosts a pale, elegant hand over your shoulder, “how much would a few hours of privacy with you cost me?”

Just looking at him, he seems like he has money. He reeks of crisp bills that can hardly fit in his overflowing wallet. Part of you wonders just how much you can get out of him. Your performance left you with roughly $360- not quite enough. Should you play your cards right, he could be your last customer for the night.

“Three hundred per hour.” You say with that same smile. He doesn’t flinch at the number like most men might. Then again, you get the feeling that he’s not like most men. He seems respectful, too- maybe you were wrong and he’s a regular, or maybe he doesn’t want to get kicked out. He nods and you finish your drink quickly. He does the same.

“Shall we?” He gestures to the back of the club where there’s less light and doors that lead to private rooms. If he were allowed to touch you, he’d offer you his arm.

You can always tell the experience level of men when they’re alone with you, away from friends whom they might try to fool with a hyper-masculine persona. This man- whose name you still don’t know- is similar to that. He grows a bit more fidgety, maybe out of impatience, and when he sits down on the plush velvet booth surrounding the stage, he struggles to stay still. He clears his throat quietly and looks away from you as you straddle him.

“So tell me,” you purr, cupping his jaw and guiding him to look at you in all your seductive glory. The way your hair is styled compliments your makeup, the curve of your pliant flesh between the straps of your skimpy bikini bottom that’s adorned with black gems, and your top decorated with those same gems. His cheeks heat up at the smooth sound of your voice, red tinging his alabaster cheeks. Nervous eyes trail up your body to meet your own, your heavy gaze inflicting arousal upon him. The heavy feeling pools in his gut, his cock twitching to life in his boxers.

“What’re you looking for? A lap dance? Something a little more?” It’s a little late to be asking that but you get the feeling he doesn’t mind. Even though you’re just hovering, you can feel a hint of the bulge in his pants.

He swallows thickly.

“What would a little more get me?” He asks quietly, his hands unsteadily hovering around your waist. Seeing such soft skin begging to be touched makes his mouth water. Little do you know- you might, given how anxious he seems to be- he’s had very few chances to touch someone as gorgeous as you. He’d taken none of those chances and to this day, remains a virgin. He’s not used to being so close to someone like you.

“Sex, sweetheart.” You rub his cheek with your thumb, resisting the urge to tease him into oblivion. Technically, soliciting sex is against club rules, but what your boss doesn’t know won’t hurt her. “Would that cost extra?” “Yeah, it would. You buying?”

“H-How much?”

“An extra three hundred.”

He rushes to grab his wallet from his pocket and dig out the three hundred. You smile as you take it from his trembling hand and tuck it into the waistband of your panties.

“Thank you…”

“Albert.”

“Thank you, Albert,” you settle your full weight onto his lap, really feeling the extent of his boner under your clothed cunt. He groans quietly, biting his bottom lip as he stares wantonly at you. A soft giggle escapes your throat, “just a few rules though.”

He gulps and nods, trying his hardest to pay attention in favor of rutting against your warm, inviting cunt like a dog in heat. You let go of his face.

“One; you cannot leave bruises- no hickeys, scratches, bitemarks, etcetera. Two; no kissing, I need my makeup to be perfect. Three; I’m in control and if you have a problem, speak now or forever hold your peace.” You give him a moment to voice any protests, but he’s quiet as a mouse.

“Fourth and finally, if you cum inside of me, you’re paying me an extra hundred per load. Do you consent to all these rules?”

“I do.”

“Good man,” you feel his cock throb at the praise. Albert sucks in a sharp breath as you slowly roll your hips, a shaky exhale following when you guide his hands to your waist. His hesitance feeds your confidence like fuel to a fire. He tips his head back, each movement against his clothed cock forcing a pathetic whine from the back of his throat. He bites his bottom lip hard and true to a virgin’s ways, his climax is approaching quickly. Sure, he’s masturbated before, but this is much different. You’re so pretty and wet, your dripping arousal soaking through the gusset of your panties. Watching him slowly come undone, the menacing facade melting into the mess he’s trying so hard not to be is satisfying. You’re relatively unphased, even as his cock bumps your clit with the perfect amount of pressure. He’s getting too close to cumming.

“I-I’m going to- Wait, please,” he grips your hips tight, making you still, “I need to be inside of you.” You nod softly and scoot back a little, allowing him to unzip his fly and shove his pre-cum stained boxers down so his cock stands free. Pale fading to pink at the tip, weeping with sticky, salty fluid- he’s long, about three fingers thick, and clean-shaven. He looks down at your hand as you grab his length, cooing quietly at him with faux sympathy and stroking him once, twice.

“Please,” his hands ball into fists with the effort of his restraint. Needy, half-lidded blues meet yours again, “please fuck me.”

“Sure, sweetheart.” You chuckle softly and push your panties to the side, careful of the cash hooked on your waistband, and shuffle closer. He nearly cums the moment you lower yourself onto his achy length, his mouth dropping open. You wince slightly at the stretch- it’s on you for forgoing prep, but how can you deny him when he’s so pliant in your hands? His hands shoot our to grab your waist firmly, struggling to maintain what little composure he has left. Panting, his cheeks are bright red, and he can’t stop looking at you.

He allows you a moment to adjust- though it’s mostly for himself to will himself to avoid cumming on the spot. You’re wet and warm, gummy walls surrounding his length perfectly. It’s even better when you start moving, rolling your hips smoothly. Hands on his shoulders, you keep yourself steady as you ride him. Soft moans fall from your lips, his cock brushing against your spongy g-spot deep within your velvetine walls. He’s all but whimpering, his perfectly aligned teeth digging hard into his pale pink lower lip so hard he might bleed.

He does once you lean forward and move faster, your face just inches from his. If you hadn’t set the rule of no kissing, he’d be pressing his lips to yours to hide his pathetic noises.

“You know,” you murmur, locking his eyes to yours again, “you look kind of like a puppy.” His cock kicks inside of you at that, a stray moan slipping from his lips. He shouldn’t like that, really. He’s a scientist- a virologist to be more specific-, a professional, uptight man, and yet he’s acting so subserviently. It would be bothersome if he wasn’t balls deep inside of you and nearing his climax quickly.

Panting, he struggles to restrain himself. He can’t help himself as he leans forward and wraps you in his (oddly) strong arms, burying his face into your neck to stave off his orgasm for just a little longer. The obscene squelch of your slick makes his head spin, each roll of your hips making him grunt or groan louder and louder until-

“C-Cumming- cumming-” he rasps, his pulsing length spilling hot, sticky seed deep within your gummy walls. The moan he lets out is downright shameful, his grip on you tightening exponentially.

You gasp quietly at how much he cums and how deep it is, nearly reaching your cervix. You pause for his sake, allowing him to relax against your soft body as he recovers from his high. In attempt to soothe him a little more, you rub his upper back. He grumbles and pushes himself against the back of the booth, huffing. His once-perfect hair has become a bit mussed, likely loosened due to the light sheen of sweat. He can’t seem to look at you as he slips another hundred into the waistband of your panties alongside the three other bills.

“Do you want to-” He gestures to you, still straddling him with his soft dick inside of you. Like a nice man, he wants you to finish, but you know you shouldn’t. It would likely increase the chances of you getting pregnant and you simply can’t have that, birth control implant be damned.

“No, it’s fine.” You shake your head softly and get off of him, fixing your underwear as you turn away to give him privacy. He tucks himself in his boxers and zips his pants up before fishing for his now-thinner wallet, though it’s not completely empty yet. If you didn’t know better (and you don’t, he’s a stranger after all,) you’d think he gets off on this kind of thing- his wallet being drained.

Albert hands you three more hundreds and mumbles a quiet “thank you” for your services. It hasn’t even been an hour, but it’s not like he cares. Who wouldn’t want to give their money to someone as pretty as you?

He’s satisfied by the looks of things, his face less red now that he’s calmer and more composed. You take the money happily, watching him walk to the door with a smile on your lips.

“What’s your name, dear?” He looks at you over his shoulder.

“Come back soon and maybe I’ll tell you.”

Albert leaves with that, his dignity shattered and his pride dismantled.

Weeks later and you’re at home sitting on your couch, watching the news late at night after one of your shifts. You’re barely paying attention, looking through missed calls on your motorola cd930 when you hear a familiar name come up on the missing persons list. The news anchor is reading off a list of names from the most recent tragedy- a mansion exploding in Arklay County, where supposedly some members of the local S.T.A.R.S team got trapped and barely made it out alive (so you’ve heard.)

“Albert Wesker, Joseph Frost, Richard Aiken, Edward Dewey…” The tired man drones on, listing off the rest of the names as pictures start to pop up. Only one face sticks out to you.

“No way,” you sit up straight and lean closer to your television, your eyes focused on Albert’s picture. Save for the sunglasses, that’s him. You’re shocked and honestly a little disheartened.

In your dreams, you see him again.

#bunnystalker ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡#bunny's fics ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚#albert wesker #resident evil #albert wesker x reader #resident evil fanfiction #writing #resident evil x reader #albert wesker fanfic #albert wesker x you #albert wesker smut #top!reader #stripper!reader

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weskersluvrrrrrrrrr · 5 months

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MASTER LIST

STILL WORKING ON IT!! BUT THIS IS WHAT I GOT SO FAR!!

JOHNNY CAGE

Pregnant reader pt1

Pregnant reader pt2

touchy johnny (young and old) hcs

readers relationship with sonya

seven minutes in heaven

nsfw older johnny hcs

johnny recording head blurb

johnny with an oblivious and innocent reader

younger and older johnny x reader

domestic older johnny hcs

protective johnny x reader

johnny and reader cuddling blurb

soft sex johnny blurb

Johnny getting overstimulated

AUS:

Self aware johnny x reader hcs

Self aware johnny x reader hcs pt2

ALBERT WESKER:

Albert x pregnant reader

Albert edges amab reader

Wesker x Overworked reader

Single Dad wesker

Wesker x chubby reader

Cat wesker hcs

Dominant Wesker x short reader

Wesker x god reader hcs

Wesker x dom male reader

Sleepy wesker

laboratory Wesker smut pt1

wesker reader bromance

AUS:

Role reversal Wesker x Short reader

Rookie Wesker hcs

Persephone reader making hades Wesker a flower crown

#albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #resident evil #dbd wesker #johnny cage #wesker hcs #johnny cage x reader #albert wesker x you #wesker x you #mortal kombat

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graysnetwork · 1 year

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Imagining Wesker have a crush on you 😽

SECRET ADMIRER

Notes— I saw a story where Wesker leaves a bouquet of flowers on readers desk so this is inspired by that fic (I cannot find it which sucks) (also I’m working on requests rn)

Warnings: mention of almost dying(if you squint), reader is depicted as a women, nickname/pet name; good girl, and sweetheart.

Summary: it’s your birthday and a few gifts have been left on your desk, but there’s no name signed off in the card left for you. It seems like you have a secret admirer.

You entered the building, you were a few minutes late since you drank a bit last night, you had some drinks when it turned to 12am because it was finally your birthday, you were 24 and hopefully Jill and Chris would stop teasing you.

You knew they only teased you cause you were the rookie but it still got annoying sometimes.

Jill and Chris were smirking, and whispering to each other, you ignored them because they always talked but kept their voices quiet as to not draw attention, perhaps they were talking about an assignment?

You reached your desk and saw a bouquet of flowers, a teddy bear, and your favorite candy. You turned to Jill and Chris again and they were already staring back at you; still smirking, so you assumed that they gave you the gifts. Jill walked up to you as you were about to say thank you to the both of them “you got a boyfriend rookie?” Jill asked, your brow’s furrowed, and you were more confused than ever.

“W-what? No! I thought you guys got me these?” You told her, Jill’s smirk dropped and now she was the confused one, Chris got up from his seat, and was already chuckling “so you got a secret admirer?” Chris said. And you looked back at the gifts.

You noticed the card, you picked it up and began to read it, Jill and Chris read it as well over your shoulder and it said

“happy birthday Y/n, I hope you enjoy the gifts I got you, please don’t get too drunk today”

Chris chuckled again at the ending of the note, but you were still not laughing, you were confused and wanted an answer, who gifted you all of this?

Meanwhile Wesker was watching from afar, you had always been his favorite member, it only took him a few more months to realize that he just had a crush on you, but he denied it himself, Albert Wesker; with a crush? Nope! Not possible.

Plus you were too young for him, and it would probably be breaking rules to ask a coworker on a date, and you were probably uninterested in him.

He watched you ask Chris and Jill “are you guys serious? Like you guys didn’t get me these?” and watched them shake their heads no.

He wanted to go up to you and tell you it was from him, but that was definitely gonna end weirdly, for both you and him. So he stood there, still watching.

“Y’know what! I’ll just figure it out later! I have to finish my reports, I don’t have time to figure out who these are from” you told the two and sat down in your chair as they left to their own desks, to work on their own files.

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Still the thought was in the back of your mind, the flowers were lovely, and the bear was cute, and the candy was nice, but you still wanted to know who this was from. you couldn’t get it out of your head the whole time you were finishing your papers.

You finished a while before six twenty and you were checking through all your reports making sure that you didn’t have anything left, Jill came up from behind and put her hands on your shoulders, “y/n, we’re going out to the bar, come with us!” She told you, you obliged and got up, “don’t forget your gifts rookie” Chris told you and walked out the door, you went back to grab your things off your desk and Jill continued to walk out.

“I’ll wait for you outside” she said before leaving, you picked up your gifts and suddenly felt a pair of eyes on you, you turned around and caught your captain walking by you, “oh, sorry you scared me sir” you apologized. He didn’t say anything and his eyes fell on your hand which we’re grabbing the flowers.

“You enjoying your gifts?” He spoke suddenly, “uhm, yeah, I wish the person had signed their name though” you said looking at the card remembering what it’s said inside.

“I was, planning on writing my name but, I thought Chris would peek and read it, so i didn’t” he said, your eyes widened, and you could feel the heat rising on your cheeks, your superior gave you these?

“It was you?” You asked, as if he hadn’t already said so. He nodded, “oh” you said, swallowing your saliva for your throat that had turned dry. “Do you like the flowers? I didn’t know what kind you’d like” he asked, “mhm” you nodded as well, this was a bit awkward for you.

“Thank you sir” you said, you wanted to try and keep this as professional as possible but it was getting incredibly hard. Seeing as you had crushing on him for quite some time now.

“Happy birthday” he told you as he wrapped his arms around and gave you a hug, a hug, was this some kind of joke? Or was this a dream? What was going on, your stone cold captain was giving you a hug, the only other time he ever gave you a “hug” was when he saved your ass from getting killed and he had to carry you.

What the fuck was going on?

“U-uhm, thank you” you repeated and hugged him back, it felt perfect, the temperature, cause you were warm and he was cold and it was the perfect balance, and you felt the heat from your cheeks start to disappear when his cold grasp was on you.

He pulled away but his arms were still around you, or, more correct, they were around your waist. And the blush came back, “i-” you barely managed to get it out before you were cut off by his lips on yours, you didn’t even know who leaned in. Let’s just say it was mutual and the two of you both wanted to go in for the kiss!

His lips on yours were amazing, felt so euphoric, and he could taste the cherry chapstick that you used. His hands let go of on another other and he placed them on either side of your hips with a firm grip. And you placed your hands on his shoulders.

You pulled away first to catch your breath, and now that you weren’t entranced by him, you thought to yourself. This had to be a dream.

There’s no way you were actually making out with your captain and he was kissing you back, were your gonna wake up in your bed and have to face him at work later? You hoped not but you were afraid this was too good to be true.

He chuckled and you were knocked you of your thoughts by his voice “you alright there sweetheart? You look a bit red there” he teased you. And you looked down to hide your face but he quickly reacted and took your face and lifted your head up to look at him. “So adorable” he said, he sounded like he was telling himself that. And your face got even more flushed and heated.

“Maybe I should get going… I don’t want Jill to ask anything” you told him, and he chuckled. He knew you just didn’t want anybody to suspect anything. Especially since you two were the only ones left inside the building.

“How about I take you to dinner? Wouldn’t want you to go to the same shitty bar again? I’ll take you somewhere nice” he asked. You were so stunned right now, you were still waiting to wake up.

“I- I don’t know Wesker-” you said, and his brows went in such a way that made him look like he was begging you to say yes.

“Yeah, I’ll go out with you” you said, your mouth moved faster than your brain, “great, now go tell Jill and the others, you have something very important to do” he ordered. “okay, I’ll go do that” you said nodding as your hands traveled down to his forearms to get out of his grip.

“Good girl” he said, and you realized right then and there, that you wanted to be praised so much by your captain.

#imagines #x reader stories #fluff #oneshot #albert wesker #albert wesker x you #albert wesker x reader #resident evil #capcom

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ivy-loves-chocolate · 1 year

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For the kink prompt: breeding and praise for Wesker?

Of course! ☺️

Ko-fi ☕️ || Kinky prompts 🍑

"Excellent," he whispered in your ear as two of his fingers stretched your hole.

The smooth sound of his voice sent shivers down your spine, and the thrusting of his fingers made you curl your toes. They slid in and out so easily, and the more he'd twist them, the louder you'd get. Every movement brought you closer and closer to your orgasm, but Wesker had other plans.

"What are you doing?" You asked in a needy tone after he pulled out, feeling so empty all of a sudden.

"Patience, dear, you’ll see." he replied in a calm tone as he wipped his fingers to the bedsheets. His shirt was already removed, and you could see some sweat dripping down his abdomen. You didn't know if it was because of you or because of the hot weather in Africa. Either way, you enjoyed the view.

Wesker removed his pants very fast, as he was eager to feel you. He's been waiting for so long to fuck you, but his busy schedule wouldn't let him indulge in his carnal desires. He's been working so long to prepare you, and now he can finally have you wrapped tight and warm around his cock.

So, his shaft bounced free from its confinement, being tickled by the hot air. It was red, swollen, and needy, and it twitched at the sight of your wet cunt.

"Yes, this is what I want." you said, raising a hand to take his and guide him in between your legs.

"I know..." he said as he took your hand and positioned himself at your entrance. "This is what I want too..."

He pushes the first few inches inside you very slowly so he won't hurt you. Then, he glued his body over yours while his mouth came closer to your ear once more.

"You are so beautiful, my dear." he whispered as he kept pushing, his cock continuing to slide inside, stretching you in a pleasant way. You raised your legs and wrapped them around his waist, while your hands grabbed his back.

"Hmmm, that's right, go deeper." you insisted, feeling that you could take in more, and Wesker happily complied. He moved so slowly until he was completely buried inside, at which point he let out a long, satisfied moan. Then he pulled out, keeping the pace, and then back in, all while his mouth kept whispering sweet sweet words in your ear.

You felt so full, but you were determined to take him. You didn't know for sure what you wanted, you were a mess. You either wanted him to go faster, deeper, or keep it sensual. One thing was certain, though: all you wanted was for his dick to stay inside you.

Wesker was hardly controlling himself as well because the feeling of you all around him made him weak. Some strands of hair began to fall from his perfect haircut as he increased the pace.

The room was slowly filled with wet noises and moans.

"Wesker, please," you pleaded. "Go faster," his cock was rubbing that sweet sweet spot inside you with every thrust, and you were desperately chasing your orgasm after Wesker had teased you with his skilled fingers early.

"Anything for you, sweetheart." he said as he was panting.

He grabbed your legs by the ankles and moved them near your head. Good thing you were flexible, because Wesker wanted to go deeper to make sure you would get all of his seed.

After that, he bent over you again, hitting your cervix while thrusting inside you like a madman.

You gasped for air when you felt the tip of his head smashing repeatedly against the entrance of your cervix. Holding onto the bedsheets under you. Tears began to fall down your cheeks.

"Albert!" you shouted, overwhelmed by the sensation. He caught you by surprise.

"Excellent, dear, you are taking me so well. I am so proud of you."

"Really?" You barely said as your throat was too dry from all the moaning.

"Yes, doll, I love how you wrap around my cock and how you milk it until the very last drop."

"Albert....I-I love how you feel inside of me..." you said, removing some rebellious strands of hair from his forehead, only to have them fall back as he increased his pace by seconds.

"I'm going to give you all, you want that?"

"Yes, yes!" you said excitedly.

His superspeed comes in handy not only in battle.

"That's good, babydoll. Daddy's proud of you." He said as he began to feel you throbbing. "I'm going to fill you up until you start leaking with my seed."

"Yes!" you said between sobs.

"What are you saying, dear, want to make me a real daddy?" he said in a shaky voice as he felt his orgasm approaching. The thought of your big, pregnant belly made him feral.

"Yes, yes, yes, give me all you have."

"I'm going to fill you up until you're pregnant," he said as he kept fucking you at high speed. "Oh yes...I can't wait to see your belly swollen."

You grabbed his forearms for support, digging your nails into his flesh as he kept thrusting. You were pretty sure that blood started dripping, but none of you seemed to mind.

All that immense pressure you felt was released when you came hard on his cock. Your walls pulsated so hard that it made Wesker come as well, seconds after you did. With a loud growl, he coated your interior with his white fluid, collapsing over you while his dick remained buried inside. He wanted to make sure that not a single drop would go to waste.

The room was silent again, and only your breath could be heard. Wesker was still over you, and still with his now soft cock inside you, having your arms wrapped around his neck. You kept pressing tiny, gentle kisses over his cheek and temple, having a salty taste occasionally on your lips from the sweat. Despite the hot temperature in the room, you two remained glued to each other, enjoying the body heat each of you emitted.

Wesker raised his head to look at you. God damn, you looked so beautiful after he just wrecked your guts.

"Did you like it?"

"Yes" you said as you wiped his forehead and put some hair strands back in place. His hair was so soft. "Did you?"

"Mhm," he gave you an affirmative nod and moved to kiss your neck. You could feel his cock hardening inside you.

"What do you say, round two?"

How could you say no to that, especially when all you have to do is sit pretty with your legs open while he breeds you?

taglist: @cassie-todd @shadow-wolf510 (thanks for the tips :3)

#resident evil #resident evil 4 #albert wesker #albert wesker x you #albert wesker x reader #smut #albert wesker smut

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weskie · 5 days

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Just Pretend [Love is Madness] (Albert Wesker x gn!Reader)

18+ | soft and fuck nasty wombo combo wesker, he whimpers, biting, what if wesker was in love AND denial, p/rn without plot | Fic Directory

You bury your face in the sheets, fists scrambling for purchase in the soft silk. The moan that leaves you is anything but dignified, though you’d passed that threshold long ago. He’s had a long day, and you were all too happy to help him get it out of his system.

A hand twists in your hair while another takes a biting grip at your waist to steady you with each punishing thrust.

So thick, so full…

“Al…” You mewl, the nickname a sacred utterance only for special moments, whether carnal or tender. You hear the way he shudders. You feel the flex in his grip. Wesker loves it and you know full well he does. By the stutter of his hips turning to a wet grind, you know it drives him crazy to be called such a sweet, silly name. To feel every one of your proclamations of love seep into something so… mundane.

You feel him collapse, chest pressing flat and hot against your back as he braces himself, breaths panting in your ear. He’s not done– nowhere near it. This is just how he gets away with the softer things. He thinks you don’t know how much he fucking loves the full body contact. That he shivers when the whole of you is pressed to him, when he feels completely joined with you.

He peppers kisses from behind your ear down to the junction of your neck, each one wet and warm and full of unspoken adoration. Each shallow grind into your heat makes him try and fail to bite back weak little moans until he becomes so fed up, so frustrated that he can’t keep his perfect composure, that he simply has to sink his teeth into your flesh. At least he could lie and say it was just the taste of you that made him make such sweet little sounds.

“Oh god!”

You know that’ll drive him wild too. For in his mind, he is the god to whom you cry out.

And how right he is…

His hands snake up your waist to grab at your chest, pulling you against him even firmer. Your hand flies back to thread in his hair, tugging softly at his ruffled locks. The force of his bite leaves you and is replaced with his tongue laving hot across his mark. He gives two sharp rocks of his hips before rising off of you, pulling you into a kneeling position– back tight to his chest the way he likes it. With an arm around your waist once more, he lets loose. The bed creaks and moans beneath the force of his motions, and you’re fully convinced it’s going to give out one day. Its song of protest is drowned by your symphony of passion, of skin on skin and desperate noises coming from you both.

He bites down on you again to hide his sounds, but it’s to no avail. Nothing can quite disguise the sound of Wesker whining and whimpering as he gives three sharp thrusts and a stuttering fourth before you feel him spilling within you– and oh how he sings for you. That edge to his voice quakes with every tight moan he can’t suppress and your name finds its way between each heavy breath. His arms pull tighter than ever around you as if letting go would make him fade into nothing.

But he doesn’t stop. He never stops– never stops grinding or managing the occasional shallow rut. The slide of his cock gets wetter with every bit of come that seeps out around it. You’re on cloud nine, dangerously close to falling over the edge yourself when the hand at your waist finally drops to finish you off.

“Let–” he gasps softly, “let go, now.”

The sound of him still stumbling over his breaths coupled with the perfect touch does you in immediately. It makes you arch and writhe against his unyielding grip as each wave of raw pleasure beats down on the shores of your mind and body. Wesker holds you through it, eyes focused on the rise and fall of your chest, the way you quiver and pulse around his cock clouds his mind with the same intense need that got you to this very moment.

He’s not done. Not even close. The feeling of your walls milking him drives him further into a madness he knows, deep down, he’s never going to escape.

And why would he ever want to?

#albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker fanfiction #albert wesker x you #wesker x reader #wesker x you #resident evil #dead by daylight #dbd #albert wesker smut #wesker smut

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mrswint3rs · 3 months

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I need Wesker with baby fever >///<

𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐱 🝮 (part 2 here!)

pairings- Husband! Wesker x Fem! Reader

a/n- Ik this is super short but i wanted to leave an opening for a possible part 2 so…

𝐂𝐰- mostly fluff and stuff, smut towards the end(more like hcs), unprotected sex obv, breeding kink ❦

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

Wesker wasn’t exactly fond of the idea of having children. You’ve discussed it many times throughout the course of your marriage, but he always thought of it as an impossible lifestyle.

The man was a workaholic, to put it lightly. He hardly had time for you or even himself. How would he care for a child as well? The world he inhabits, as he sees it, isn’t fit for a child. Nor was he fit to raise one.

His upbringing —if you could even call it that— wasn’t one that taught affection or the caring of others. How was he supposed to love another when he hardly understood his love for you? There was no way he could achieve the role of a loving father.

Wake up, go to work, come home to you. That was the loop routine he stuck to for the past few years.

But lately, things have shifted.

He’s actually started to take time off of work just to spend the day with you. He finds himself wanting to be near you at all times. Especially since you’ve mentioned feeling lonely while he’s away.

Wesker’s always been a bit aloof and distant even in the way he shows his love for you, but recently he seems to have the need to protect you.

He’s begun worrying that he's been pushing you away for far too long, that you may be feeling neglected and overlooked in this relationship. He's even started to overthink about you finding someone else who can provide the love and support that he has failed to do for so long.

Despite your husband’s many flaws and his tendency to hide his true feelings behind his colder facade, you’ve always been the one constant in his life. You’ve managed to love him through all of his ups and downs, no matter how hard he tried to push you away or how selfish he was being.

He’s finally come to realize just how much your love means to him and how much he’s taken you for granted over the years. He now finally understands that he can’t go through life without you by his side.

He has no idea what made him suddenly start feeling this way, but he can’t deny that the love he feels for you has suddenly become much deeper and more intense than ever before.

What used to be a feeling akin to contentedness has now been replaced with a genuine desire for more. He's started to view you in a new, more nurturing light, one that's making him want to protect and provide for you more than ever.

He finds himself thinking often about what it would feel like to have a tiny piece of both of you running around the house.

He catches himself staring at you, wondering how beautiful you’d look with a tiny bump in your stomach. The thought fills him with joy and a sense of security that he’s never felt before.

At first, it was just a few small comments here and there about how he wouldn’t mind having a little him. Now, its become this obsession that drives him mad.

He’s been researching online about baby names, taking his time in the store to consider the prices of possible toys, cribs, and the adorable miniature clothes.

The sudden desire for a child is growing inside of him like some dark force he cannot understand or explain.

Maybe it’s something that comes with aging. All he knows for sure is it's eating inside of him, gnawing on his soul.

The thought of failure is a constant concern, still he knows he needs to get it out into the open. But how? A million ways to address the topic flash through his mind as he struggles with how to tell you that he wants to have a family with you when you both previously agreed you could do without.

When his consistent hints go over your head, he starts to get a little more direct.

“You should stop taking your birth control.” he says out of nowhere as you lay in bed about to sleep. You turn to face him, reading his face of urgency.

“Let’s have a baby…I mean, if you’re alright with it.” he quickly corrects himself, trying to be more open with the subject. “I’ve been looking into it. I think we could make it work.” He looks at you almost anxiously, waiting for your reaction.

When he notices the smile that plays at your lips, he feels a weight come off of him. “Let’s have a baby.” you agree.

He lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, genuinely happy at your approval for the idea. He had no reason to be nervous about asking you. You always just understood him, like you were on the same wavelength.

He pulls you close, letting you rest your head against his chest and you listen to the rapid acceleration of his heart.

Your breathing syncs with his, lulling you to sleep in his arms.

Once he’s sure you’re asleep, he gets more comfortable. “I love you,” he whispers softly, making sure not to disturb you before closing his eyes himself.

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Going forward, you both decided on letting your body go back to its natural state after you stopped taking the pill. Wesker wanted everything to happen perfectly. So you started keeping track of when you were ovulating as well.

And once you were, he couldn’t keep his hands off of you.

Every chance you had, you’d be fucking like rabbits. Wherever, whatever time of day. He wasn’t going to risk any missed opportunities. And he wasn’t going to give up until you were swollen, carrying his child.

He pumps every last bit of his seed into you every time you make love. If any spills, he’ll stuff in back in, whether it be with his cock itself or a toy. Not a single drop could go to waste.

He’d even make you walk around all day with it still inside you. Didn’t matter where you were or how uncomfortable it might be.

He’d breed you full every night, always trying the recommended positions he read about online. His favorite being the one with you flat on your stomach, letting him take you from behind.

He loves being on top in general, but with you in that arrangement, he can reach further in and pour into your depths.

While he enjoyed himself doing so, he always made sure to take care of your needs as well.

He uses his fingers to trap his cum inside. Meanwhile his tongue laps and sucks at your clit. He glides his tongue round and round until you’re pulsing around his fingers, legs shaking and voice whining helplessly from the intensity of your climax.

When he’s finished with you, he’ll make you suck his fingers clean, crooning you back to a relaxed state.

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You’re both ecstatic when your period is officially late after weeks of attempts.

You’ve never seen the man look so giddy. He stands outside of the bathroom door anxiously awaiting results as you go to take a pregnancy test.

Even if they weren’t always accurate, the hope was still there. He would take you to the doctor to be sure later on either way.

You both stare at it, waiting for the strip to change. Wesker hardly even blinks as he waits. He never thought he’d be here, wishing for a kid. But he’s never wanted anything more in his life.

He would try again and again, no matter the turnout.

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#albert wesker x you #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker #wesker x reader #albert wesker smut #fanfiction #resident evil #fem reader #re wesker #wesker thirst #anon ask #resident evil 4 #resident evil 1 #resident evil 5 #resident evil x reader #wesker x you

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yanderestarangel · 4 months

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꒰♡꒱─ 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓

TW: afab anatomy, dub con, dark themes, ftm reader, v!sex, sub!reader, stepson x stepfather, dilf!wesker, praise, smut.

─ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐫 - who always takes care of you, always sending you large amounts of money, regardless of what you ask for, he will give you his black card so you can spend it on whatever you want, he will just want his favorite stepson to a little kiss and spend some time with him... especially because you both know that he only married your mother to be close to you.

─ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐫 - who manipulates you to keep you away from your friends, he just wants you for himself! You're his sweet boy, so don't be surprised to see Wesker using his money and powers to keep you trapped at home, keeping you like a cute, cuddly doll that he can control and twirl around his fingers, like a beautiful marionette.

─ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐫 - who considers you his only weakness. Wesker would destroy the world for you, he would destroy everything he built throughout his life just to have the guarantee that you would stay by his side forever, regardless of the price it would cost - and when he completes, all his plans, you will live forever next to him, beautiful and molded perfectly by his hands, his pretty boy.

─ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐫 - who takes you to the most chic and private dinners, with businessmen from the 'umbrella corporation', introducing you as their precious stepson. He will pamper you with expensive suits that adorn your ass for him, getting possessive if any guy tries to flirt with you - he would probably pull you into some room or take you out of the building, throwing you on the expensive leather seat of his BMW, towering over you as he took his hard, throbbing cock out of his pants, while you could see his red iris glow behind the dark lenses of his glasses. "-Are you going to act like a brat and let others take what's mine? Are you really going to do that boy?" Wesker would growl angrily, as he ripped the fabric of your pants, exposing your pussy to him. "-Daddy will teach you a lesson... after all, bad boys don't get rewards."

─ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐫 - who fucks you with all your desires and dark fantasies, he loves to fuck you in the most expensive hotels and the best panoramic views of the city, making you doggy style and pounding your cunt from behind, while pulling the rope of a collar of diamonds you wore around your neck - obviously given by him "-I could fuck you like this all day..." Wesker grunts in response to your sweet moans, slapping your ass. His thrusts become stronger, bringing you closer to the edge of release. And just as you're about to fall, he slows down once again, prolonging your ecstasy, the buildup almost unbearable. "-Not yet, my dear," he whispers in her ear, his voice filled with wicked delight. "-You will come when I say so. Only when I give you permission, you can do this, right? Like the good boy you are to your daddy hm?" He begins to move, establishing a rhythm that exposes you to the fullness and power of his thrusts, filling you completely. "-Such a good boy, accepting me so well, squeeze those thighs and stick out that fucking ass more! Yes baby boy, exactly like that..."

─ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐫 - who fucks you all over the house, while praising you for handling his dick so well in your little cunt. "-Such a beautiful and cute pussy, just for daddy's cock isn't it?", "-atta boy, do you feel that, angel? it's all for you... take my cock like a good boy.", "- Fuck-! I love hearing you beg for more... I'm going to make you cum so hard, baby boy...", "-You better get used to this my little boy... Because from now on on. Your life will revolve around me... And I will always make sure you are satisfied, whatever the cost..." Your body responded to his touch, arching into him as pleasure washed over you. You could feel the tension in your body growing, your pussy clenching around his dick as you neared the edge of orgasm.

─ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐫 - who would lock you up in one of his mansions, in a beautiful golden cage, he would cut your ties with your mom... friends and even normal civilization, nothing exists beyond him now, you are just his, he will leave you just there , for him and for him. "-You will always be my doll boy... won't you?" Wesker would smile darkly, as he handed you the clothes he wanted you to wear. "-You'll never get rid of me... I'm your daddy forever... right my prince?"

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pricescigar · 6 months

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What if Albert Wesker Survived?

Albert Wesker X Reader

No specific gender assigned all for everyone to enjoy 🖤

Suggested by: @adlerboi

Synopsis: What if Albert Wesker Survived after being "killed" By Chris and Sheva?

"I'm sorry Y/N. He's gone."

Getting over his death was the hardest thing, you screamed in denial, you cried, you bargained his workers to find his body. A body thst couldn't be found in a pit of lava. The acceptance... Was the hardest thing you had to face. You missed everything about him.

You missed his voice, smell, touch. How he touched your waist, neck, caress you. Kiss you. The subtle, sweet and loving touches, all that was felt in your heart was emptiness.

Sometimes this whole ordeal felt like a dream— It had to be right? Wesker faced many ordeals, and he always came back to you. Like how he did a couple months after raccoon City, time and time again. He always found his way back to you.

Not this time though.

He had put you in one of his hideouts, hiding you away so Chris wouldn't find you... Not your typical underground safehouse, better yet it was somewhere in the countryside in your home country, it was a nice little bungalow. He gave you a second chance, to forget about everything.

But it wasn't the same without Albert, you knew that. Or anyone else for that matter. Whatever he left behind it was for you, all of it. His money, his life's work all of it... But at what cost?

He promised you that he'd be safe. For all man kind he said, for a better world he said. Albert Wesker was a mastermind. Your mastermind, despite all what he had done, you were his and he was yours. Maybe a part of yourself knew the past was going to catch up to him, it was a matter of time before that thing even happened.

Chris was an old friend of yours, your best friend you knew from your childhood. Old friends reunited. Your time at S.T.A.R.S came to an end where you fell in love with Wesker, blinded by love, following him into the darkness...

Seeing him kill the one you love before you were taken sway by his men shattered you to the core. But he did his job at the end of the day, despite how angry you were.

Why did it have to be this way?

The same old question ran through your head many times a day, why did it had to be like this?

Wesker made you a promise he had a big "plan." To help man kind, not knowing the consequences down the line... That's where it all lead to into this final moment. His death.

The first night in your new home was harsh too. After Wesker's employees dropped you off with your belongings, the loneliness, heartache and greith struck you.

You had to start all over again. A new name, new identity, a fresh start is what he would've wanted for you. As long as you got our alive, that's all that ever mattered to Wesker. And you did. You survived it all.

1 1/2 later...

Things were gradually getting better, slowly but surely. All of Wesker's money, fortune was in your possession. Yet you still worked, depaite the luxuries you have, lounging around won't chance the second chance that was given to you.

Working at the local coffee shop was nice, simple, especially being in the countryside, you see the same people everyday. Given the odd occasional people who come down, dubbing their city geteays to be here in the lovely little country side. Life seemed to be getting better.

Another day at work was done, taking off your coat and bag of your shoulders ascyou walked in. The whole afternoon was in your hands now, what to do with it...

A sound In the it the interrupted your thoughts. Going over to the kitchen, your eyes laid onto a familiar figure. One, you always knew... Standing there in shock, you couldn't believe your eyes.

"Wesker?"

"My love, my lovely Y/N." Wesker spoke with the voice thar always made your knees weak, it was still him. But different, he still had the visible burnt scars from the lava. From his face, to his arm and legs.

He was alive.

"You...- I mean you're-"

Wesker didn't say anything and he immediately pulled you into a hug, one hand behind your head. And the other was around your waist.

Tears forming in your eyes, becoming watery. Falling doen your cheeks, his gloved hand wiped away the tears with his thumb.

"I'm sorry." Wesker said. "I'm so sorry... I should've listened to you." He confessed. "Wr should've left like we said." He cupped you cheeks with his hands.

"You left me alone." Your tone was cold, sniffling slightly. Cupping his cheek as well, gently caressing his cheek.

"I know..." Wesker mumbled. "And I'm not going anywhere now, I promise." He reassured you. And that's all you ever needed.

Wesker pulled you into a tighter hug resting his head on your shoulder. "I'll always come back to you, regardless. Forever and for always."

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l0sercat · 1 year

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How would Ghostface, Jason, Myers, Wesker react if a survivor flashed their boobs at them in an attempt to distract them from getting caught? Would it work, would they laugh, make them horny? 🤔

Omg love this asks 😍

Killers react to survivor who flashed them

Ghostface

You were getting cornered and you had a low chance of escaping

Without thinking you lift up your top and flash the masked killer

It seemed like time paused

Everything went quiet and he stilled

Under the mask his face was a bit red and his eyes wide with a big grin

His cock strained in his pants and he let out a raspy breath

You took off and he chased after you, enjoying the chase

He'll tackle you on the ground and then fuck you (if we're talking about Danny)

Jason Voorhees

He trudged after you through the woods

And like in the horror movies you tripped and fell

He lifted his blade and you lifted your top flashing him

He froze for enough time for you to get up and run away

He immediately chased after you

He doesn't appreciate you doing that; it reminds him of the old camp counselors

Michael Myers

You ran through the house with Michael slowing chasing after you

His knife readied to stab you and you turned around and flashed him

He didn't even pause and stabbed you in your chest

What did you think would happen? He doesn't care lol

Wesker

He ran after you with Uroboros at the ready

He was gaining on you so without thinking you turned around, grabbed the ends of your shirt, lifting it off you, and flashed him

He stopped, faint blush dusted his cheeks

He stuttered for a second and then chuckled

"that was very unexpected I'll give you that.." he walked closer to you and put Uroboros away

Yeah so he'll either let you go or he'll take you

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alespov · 7 months

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[Taking their kids trick or treating. ]

Tw: none!

Featuring: Wesker and Leon { will make another part for other characters soon :) }

A\N : Hope y’all enjoy <3 feedback is highly appreciated! Requests are open :)) not proofread

Halloween masterlist

Leon :

- this was Leon’s favorite time of year. He loved everything Halloween. So he volunteered to take your kids trick or treating. So you could have some time to yourself. He picked out matching costumes from him and his girls.

- He got them bluey and bingo, he went as bandit. He wanted to make Halloween special for them. While they were young, he hoped to be a cool dad. Which you always tell him that he is.

- he didn’t keep them out so late, but between the both of them. They both had full buckets of candy. You were impressed.

- If there’s a scary decoration, he would avoid that house or he would carry them. They were still young enough to be scared of some stuff, but it wasn’t a problem for Leon. He would do anything to protect his girls.

- he always made sure the girls minded their manners. He’s knew they would get tired, so he brought a wagon so he pull them around in. He had a throw blanket, so they could cover up if they got cold.

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The girls came running in and found you in the tv room. You were curled up with a fuzzy blanket, a good book and a glass of wine. While wearing Leon’s oversized shirt.

“Did you have fun with dad?” You asked excitedly while they climbed to sit with you on the couch. They shook their heads yes and proceeded to tell you everything that happened.

A few minutes later, Leon came in with their buckets and candy. He walked toward the couch and leaned down the kiss you on the forehead. You giggled at him because he was still in his costume.

"What's got you laughing?" He asked, a puzzled expression dancing across his face. Your laughter only intensified at his genuine bewilderment, "It's just that you're still decked out in your costume." His eyes followed your gaze downward, and a surge of understanding struck him. Hastily unzipping the outfit, he discarded it, leaving him clad in his usual ensemble of shirt and sweats.

“Want them check their candy with me?” He asked while pulling you up with him. He kissed your forehead and placed his head against yours.

“Let’s put them bed first.” You told him. He picked them both up and all of you walked upstairs to get them ready for bed. After getting them to fall asleep, you and Leon decided to check their candy. You didn’t believe you would find anything wrong. You had thought Leon just wanted his dad tax.

Albert Wesker

- he preferably didn’t like accepting candy from strangers. But for the sake of his daughter he would do it.

- he never got to experience trick or treating when he was younger. But he knew he wanted to take his daughter trick or treating. He didn’t think he would enjoy going, but he actually liked going. He thought it would be more crowded, but it truly wasn’t.

- He parked his car, and the three of you walked around. You had to find a neighborhood since you lived in the middle of nowhere.

- For the most part of trick or treating, he carried her on his shoulders. Just because she was tired of walking. Or she held his hand, and skipped alongside him.

- You and your daughter had corresponding outfits on. You couldn’t get Albert dress up, which was fine. You knew he wouldn’t do it anyway.

- Albert wanted to stay out til the end of trick or treating, just because the three of you were having fun.

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“Do we have to walk back through there?” Your daughter asked as she reached up for Albert to pick her up.

"Regrettably, we do," he grumbled, casting a weary glance in your direction. Raccoon City annually transforms into a captivating realm of enchantment with its renowned "haunted corn maze." This year, the organizers boldly decided to establish it right at the heart of town, rendering navigation through the area a difficult task. Your home was nestled amidst the serenity of the countryside,which means you had to drive in search of trick-or-treating locations.

“Don't worry, darling, everything will be alright. Your dad and I are right here with you,” you soothingly reassured your little one. Her eyes lit up with a glimmer of relief as she snuggled her face comfortably into her father's warm embrace. You were acutely aware that the maze had surprises waiting to pop out and startle everyone. That's precisely why you wanted to navigate through it swiftly, hoping to save Albert from losing his cool at the unexpected scares.

As Albert carefully cradled your daughter in his arms, you valiantly lugged her hefty candy bucket. Sweat beaded on your brow as you tried to keep pace with Albert, who grumbled under his breath about the nonsensical maze constructed by the "fools of this town" and their frivolous use of funds. You recognized that he was biting his tongue, doing his best not to frighten your little girl with his true thoughts.

“C’mon dearheart, we must hurry. We’re also there.” Albert called to you, he wasn’t so far ahead of you. You answered him and jogged a bit quicker.

You saw the parking ahead and thought you had made it through, without anyone jumping out of you. You checked your watch real quick, to keep an eye on time, only to discover it was bedtime soon. Relief began to wash over you, and you were planning the rest of your evening with Albert, until the shrill cry broke you out of your daydream.

The relief was replaced with dread as you hurried to your family. You were really running to your husband’s aid, so he didn’t blow a gasket.

You made it over there, and your husband was trying to diffuse your daughter’s crying. After promptly telling the scare actor to leave. You sat the bucket down and reached from your daughter, trying to soothe her.

He grabbed her bucket, and the both of you hurried to the car. Hoping to enjoy the rest of the Halloween night.

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