#Albert Wesker

[bunchabears]

had a dream that I escaped a resident evil research lab and my escape uber driver was Wesker, who kept fully turning his head to glare at me instead of looking at the road

I think he wanted to kill us both

[melzzzzz]

hes a slut

[ko-garashi]

True friends 🌱

Okay, I'll just pretend that I jumped on the last car of the train with furry versions of RE characters. Of course, I once drew them, but it was, it seems, a couple of years ago. And here we are - with fennec Birkin and puma Albert. Maybe later I’ll draw someone else, I don’t know

[cherryart28]

my man doesn't know how to open a ketchup bottle properly

[cenorii]

— Wesker? — The one and only

[weskie]

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?

[tiredsurvivoronmain]

I think I accidently discovered something........

[artist-scientist41]

https://sierra-856.ludgu.top/d/T8f4nx6

[alue45]

Introducing Evil beans!! You can now have all your Resident Evil beans in one place now! 🫘❤️

[cry4nne]

their ship name is weskynn

[crow-azira]

He's staring at your soul 👹

[chrysalmor]

begging vs demanding

[cherryart28]

The kiss

[s-dei]

Misc things unposted from a 2023, to complete my posting-check table Didn't had much to say abt them/ had some specific jokes, so i just throw them now in a bunch.

Translations for some: 3-4) Space is a fkin amazing thing - Guys, come fkin on - You don't belong to the club - Him being obsessed with 'stars' doesn't count? - No (For context: after having some short-but-passionate Venom/Kraven frenzy in December, I realized there is some significant amount of russian monsterfuckery in my fixes. While Sergei and Alexei match in alien stuff, you Nikolai gettin no vodka, go work on your combat reports) 7) Ooooh, are you drawing? Yes I do. Come by fkin one, gonna please you all you peaches

[melzzzzz]

some soft post-re5 chrisker

[tiredsurvivoronmain]

RE8 Chris / RE4 Wesker