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bad habit (old)

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So i said something sort of intelligent when answering one of my asks:

Wesker's gloves symbolizes how detached from humanity he was.

Like in re1 and re0, he's wearing fingerless gloves which shows how he's still human and how he still connects with people in a small way.

And then every game after, he has full finger gloves on, which i think symbolizes that he's changed and no longer human anymore. He can no longer see or empathize with people anymore.

So this is what I propose. Peepaw Oldsker doesn't wear gloves and when he's revealed in story, it shows his hands first. Holding onto a cane (a real nice cane), maybe some rings on his fingers (like a wedding band), and his hands are badly damaged and scarred and puckered from uroboros. Also shows his age, so wrinkly and veiny as shit with like sun spots and shit.

And it does the re5 pan up to his face. And he does his half smirk while slicking back his fucking mullet, maybe some baby hairs fall back onto his forehead. His new music is more heroic but still has that re5 brass and orchestra vibe to it.

Stimming rn.

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The Captains

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INTEREST CHECK:

RESIDENT EVIL STICKERS!!

they'll be hand-made/hand-cut and sold on Etsy for $2 apiece :) likely around 2-3 inches.

please let me know if you are interested! I don't have a shop set up yet so it's purely theoretical atm!

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ஜ masterlist ஜ

last updated: october 24, 2024

requests: open!

all my writing is gender neutral unless otherwise specified. i'm human and bad grammar/mistakes happen. if you don't like, don't read!

all of my oneshots are posted to ao3!

ஜ albert wesker x reader

oneshots

☛ i notice (when you're not around) : 2.3k, mature, ao3 link

▸ He promised to always answer when you needed him, no matter what. Or, 5 times he answers your call, and one time you answer his.

☛ not there yet : 1.3k, teen, ao3 link

▸Wesker doesn't realize he's in a love story until he's nearly too late.

☛ daybreak : 1.1k, teen, ao3 link

▸Even a hardened Captain needs a break sometimes.

☛ nightfall : 2.2k, teen, ao3 link

▸ Your Captain returns the favor. Sequel to daybreak

☛ arcadia: 1.9k, teen, ao3 link

▸ This is only a dream, and you will never hear that laugh again.

ficlets (long asks)

☛ getting a hug when you're sick : fluff

☛ wesker and pregnant!reader : afab!reader

☛ wesker trauma comfort

☛ young!wesker at a party

☛ inexperienced oral : nsfw

☛ wesker showing you off to your ex : nsfw

☛ CNC with wesker : nsfw, read trigger warnings first!

☛ Albert Wesker NSFW Alphabet : nsfw

☛ domestic wesker : nsfw, afab!reader

☛ domestic wesker : nsfw, amab!reader

☛ aftercare with wesker : nsfw

☛ wesker and vampire!reader

☛ uroboros!wesker's psyche

headcanons and asks

tags to follow

☛ 2024 trekk'o'ween

☛ amab!reader tag

☛ platonic!wesker

☛ tattoo artist!wesker

☛ cat!wesker tag

☛ b.o.w.!reader tag

☛ sub!wesker tag : nsfw

spotify playlists + audios

☛ re5 wesker : dark and sexy

☛ s.t.a.r.s. wesker : angsty

☛ post-uroboros wesker : bittersweet and loving

☛ wesker elevenlabs audios

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more goofy ahh albert

this is probably in some sort of au where a drunk stars!albert meets a postre2!leon

part 1

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fucked up to me that some people dont let their pets on the furniture. you have this little guy in your house and youre not gonna let them sit on the couch with you? no kitty on the bed? incomprehensible.

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nsfw + fluff! in which he’s whipped ♡︎

sweetheart!reiner who despite his demanding role as a firefighter, always finds time to prepare heart-shaped pancakes for you on his days off. rising early, he meticulously mixes the batter and pours it into the pan with the same precision he applies to his work. the kitchen becomes infused with a delightful aroma as he flips each pancake, a gentle smile on his face, fully aware of the significance these small acts of affection hold for you. even amidst his numerous responsibilities, he consistently seizes the opportunity to express his love through these simple yet profoundly meaningful gestures.

sweetheart!reiner who is incredibly clingy, always craving the warmth of your skin. whether it’s his hand resting on your thigh or his head nestled against your shoulder while he casually browses recipes to cook for you, he just has to be in contact with his beautiful girl. if you try to nudge his sleeping form away, he’ll complain, insisting he’s not asleep as he wraps his strong, tattooed arms around you, pulling you back into his sturdy embrace. his touch is a constant source of comfort, a tangible expression of his love. even in the dead of night, if you attempt to move away, he instinctively tightens his hold, softly murmuring sleepily that he needs you close.

sweetheart!reiner who always has daily baby fever, it’s truly a sight to see. he can't help but rub your tummy, whispering about how eager he is to watch it swell and grow with the life you two will create together. shopping with him is a challenge, to say the least. he constantly picks up baby clothes, holding them up with a sparkle in his eyes as he imagines your future child wearing them. you can almost predict his words before he speaks: “we could start tonight.” he’ll lift the tiniest onesies, his fingers gliding over the soft fabric as he dreams of the little one who will eventually wear them.

sweetheart!reiner who doesn’t get invited out by the boys anymore to drink. it’s always the same story: a few drinks in, and reiner’s eyes glaze over with that familiar lovesick look. he’ll start with how amazing you are, describing every little thing he adores about you with a goofy grin plastered on his face. eren, connie and jean roll their eyes, knowing exactly where the conversation is heading. “my wife is sooo pretty, and she has the best pus—“ just as he’s about to launch into another explicit detail, eren’s quick to intervene, clamping a hand over reiner’s mouth to save everyone from another round of tmi.

sweetheart!reiner who loves asking about your day, always so attentive. hands palming your feet as you two sit on opposite ends of the freestanding bathtub, he’ll watch intently as you talk, his eyes never leaving your face. the warm water surrounds you both, creating a cocoon of intimacy. occasionally, he’ll press a kiss against your foot, his lips soft and tender against your skin, sending shivers up your spine. his fingers work gently, massaging away the stress of the day as he listens, genuinely interested in every detail you share. the candlelight flickers, casting a warm glow on his face, highlighting the love and adoration in his eyes.

sweetheart!reiner, who’s anything but a sweetheart as you ride his dick in the bath.

giant muscles wrap around your frame, keeping you safe as his hands wander, stroking over your sides, your hips, the tops of your thighs. his dick is big, so big it takes your breath away and leaves you reeling. you know that if it wasn't for the gentle grip of your husband, you'd be bouncing. his cock is a solid pillar that's rubbing your velvety insides, pressing against all the good spots as you're forced to take him. it's a tight squeeze. a snug fit. a perfect, sinful pleasure.

his hips lift, pushing up and in, the water making you both weightless. the sensation is almost too much and you cling to his chest, moaning out your pleasure as the pace becomes brutal. the slap of skin against skin is barely audible over the rush of water in the tub, but the feel of it is there. it's a slight sting, a delicious ache that you can't get enough of.

"you're doing so well, honey," he tells you, voice a soft purr. "takin’ me so well."

you can only moan, eyes shut as you're overcome with sensation. the stretch, the feel of his dick inside you, his hands holding you. the press of his mouth against yours as he steals your breath. he's all you can see, all you can feel, all you can think about. he’s so pretty, thick eyebrows furrowed, blonde hair clinging to his forehead. you can see every freckle and scar on his body, from the one just under his eye, to the one just below his clavicle. you're mesmerized by him.

he's not even panting, not like you are, and that makes it all the more thrilling. his voice is calm and steady as he says, "squeezing me so tight, you close already baby?” you don’t need to answer, your body giving him the answer. you're shaking, gasping, your nails biting into his skin. he just keeps smiling at you, that sweet, lazy smile of his that you love so much.

"then let's make you feel good, hm?"

and then his arms are gone from around you and his hips are moving faster, harder, driving himself deep. you're helpless to him, a rag doll as he uses your body to find his pleasure. there's no mercy as his fingers dig into your hips, holding you still as his hips snap up and down. it's a blur of sensation. it's almost painful how hard he's taking you, but there's no way you're telling him to stop. no way.

the sounds coming from you are obscene, whorish, but there's nothing you can do. you can't help but scream his name, begging him to go harder, faster. to never stop. he does as he's told. his mouth is on yours, stealing the last of your breath away. "such a good girl," he purrs against your lips. "such a good girl for me. come on, now, give me what i want."

"r-rei, oh my god!" you're helpless. powerless. at his mercy as your body gives him exactly what he's asking for. "there you go, baby. just like that," he says as he continues to pound into you. he's not done. you can't come again. you're going to die. "one more time."

"i-i can't-"

"sure you can. don't make me beg."

"i-i can't, fuck-"

his voice drops low, dangerous. "then i'll keep fucking you until you can. you'll be my cocksleeve if that's what i have to do." oh god, oh fuck, yes, please. he does. he keeps fucking you until you're seeing stars. he fucks you until you can't breathe, until your whole body is shaking and jerking with the force of his thrusts.

when he's finally done, when the aftershocks have stopped and the mess has been cleaned, the two of you end up in the bed. reiner’s casually laid between your thighs, reading a novel, humming as you wrap golden strands around your fingers. the silence is comforting, the sound of him turning pages nice. it's peaceful.

you sigh, closing your eyes. you don't even notice when he stops reading. "hey," he murmurs, voice low and rumbling. "i love you." and that's how you end up making love on the floor.

sweetheart!reiner who cried into your chest when you presented the positive pregnancy test weeks later.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ dedicated to @wintrrxxo

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re6 chris come home I miss you

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sorry i hope it is not too shocking and unforgivable that i want him bleeding and dying on it

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Resident Evil REmake - Chris Redfield & Albert Wesker (PC)

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i've thought about this for a long time, and i must say. why the fuck did wesker have a choker on in resident evil 5???

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Today’s advice from your Goth Auntie

-Stop slouching, drink some water, take your meds.

-Rest when you can. If nothing else, rest for your Goth Auntie. 🥺

-I was told that the tiny cryptids are behaving themselves. I’m a little dubious.

🖤 Auntie Jilli

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Me if replying to my mutuals posts with needless commentsry was illegal

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albert "hear me out" wesker

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hell of a first day