#mm wesker

[solarlemonade]

“seven minutes...seven minutes is all i can spare to play with you.” -albert wesker 🖤😈🔪

happy simblreen :D here is my little treat.

[cleskertrash]

Main wesker bahut pyar karta hoon. . . 

[weskie]

Perfectionist (Albert Wesker x afab!Reader)

18+ | this man deserves to hump the bed, oral sex (reader receiving), afab anatomy gn!reader, amab version here | Fic Directory

Particular.  Methodical. Precise.

Starved.

All words fit to describe the way Wesker handles you.  Even now, even with his face buried between your legs, he works with such intense mindfulness.  Every swipe of his tongue, each bruising nibble to your thighs or heady suckle to your swollen bud is done with the sole intention of bringing you the most pleasure possible.  

Wesker is a perfectionist, and you are the canvas upon which he will paint.  He will carve the beauty of your bliss into this world one swipe at a time, for hours on end if he must. Even in the midst of such a primal deed, he is nothing but grace– until he isn’t.  Until you catch, by sheer luck, the sight of his hips grinding down against the bed.  Just once. 

Just one little slip of his self control.

But how fucking euphoric to know you push him to such extremes.  That the mere taste of your nectar can unravel his unyielding poise is enough to undo you.  With your hands in his hair, gripping, tugging, voice squeaking and pleading, you feel the lightning strike of your release burst through you.  It tingles into your limbs, down your spine.  You arch and squirm, but he holds you in place effortlessly.

He always does.

And he doesn’t stop…  

He laps at you through all of it, fingers beckoning slick from your quivering cunt to feed his insatiable appetite.  His little sounds aren’t lost on you.  The heavy, panted breaths; the little moan here or there; that one particularly drawn out hum of delight when your thighs clamped tight around his head.  

You peer from under heavy eyelids when you feel his lips at your thighs once more, peppering soft kisses as you come down from your release.  To your surprise, his gaze is anything but soft– so unlike his actions.  You find him staring with determined, voracious eyes– red as ever, boring deep into you.  The juxtaposition ignites the strangest blendings of anticipation and adoration.  He’s promising you silently and loudly all at once: you belong to him. 

You are his down to the molecular level and beyond– to the little building blocks of each and every atom in your body. He has made his claim.

The fingers within you continue their motions and his thumb falls to your tender bud.  Wesker is silent as he works you back to madness, basking in the trembling of your legs, nuzzling against the inside of your thigh to feel and watch each and every reaction.  

You can see him faltering again.  So subtle, but you catch the way his hips move. Poor thing. His pants must feel so tight by now… 

You wish he wasn’t so damn dignified all the time.  If he’d only accept that he was allowed the simple pleasures, that he could let go of some of that pride and hump the bed like any normal man.  God, you’d fucking love to see it.  Even just that little gyration was enough to make you clench around his digits.

You can see in his eyes that he’s doing everything in his power to resist it.  

You use your grip in his hair to push him back to your aching core.  His lips curl in a smirk at your clit and you wish more than anything that you could kiss that damned look off his face.  

“Mm, god!” You mewl, knowing full well what such an exclamation means to him. Not a plea to a higher power, no… 

That title is his. 

“So, so good…” you gasp, pushing up to meet his soft tongue. Through the haze, you see it happen again. The smallest arch of his back, the lightest rocking of his hips. 

Is that what he needs? 

“That's– that's it!” 

Again. 

“Al… oh god!” 

Let him know how good he’s doing.

You resist biting back a moan, just to further test the waters. You let those little whimpers sing freely, let his name fall from your lips and your hands tug and pull at his hair. You even dig one of your heels into his back, and then you hear it. 

Nearly silent, Wesker's gasping, open-mouthed whine reverberates against your sopping folds. The sound dances to your ears, more beautiful than any melody to ever grace the world. 

Your fingers curl tighter in his locks, pressing him closer. With your back arched and feet braced, you grind up against his face. Both of his arms lock around your thighs as if, by some measure, to remind you that it’s only by his good graces that you’re allowed to use him so wantonly. 

Another weak noise quivers against your aching cunt, and you find it in yourself to fight off the tendrils of release seeping through every fiber of your being just to watch him.

“I love it!” You gasp, perhaps just a little too breathily.  “L-Love you!”

Which, of course, earns you that reaction you so desperately want.  This time your treat is two sharp rocks of his hips and the unmistakable creak of the bedframe protesting against his strength.

You’re playing such a dangerous game with him.  What if you get what you want, hm?  What if you make the man-made god come in his pants?  What then?

Surely there will be consequences for pushing him into such a position.  Perhaps he’ll make you lick him clean.  No, no… that’s hardly a punishment.  What if he threw you over his knee?

Also not quite the worst case scenario.

So you sing for him.  With every little breath, you vocalize how good it feels, how good he feels, until suddenly those subtle grinds against the bed are anything but and he’s practically growling against your heat.  

His eyes are screwed shut, brow furrowed, tongue fucking in and out of you while his nose presses to your clit, and he humps against the bed as though the panopticon of his pride had never been there at all to observe such a desperate act unbecoming of a god.

The sight sends you hurtling over the edge, back rising from the bed as you shiver and shake and gush more slick for his greedy tongue.  His name falls from your lips over and over like a prayer, and by the time your back hits the bed once more you hear and feel him finding his own release as he thrusts away at nothing.

The thought alone of what just happened is enough to make you see stars…

You pet through his hair affectionately, cooing praise until those piercing eyes crack open and stare lazily through the haze.  His mouth stays pressed at the base of your mound, slick glistening at the tip of his nose and the curve of his cheek– too invested in painting his masterpiece to realize he’d become part of it.

Eventually though, you manage to get him to crawl back up.  You thumb away at the mess, utterly hypnotized when he grabs your wrist and sucks your digit clean. You can see it in his eyes… You feel it in the way he kisses you.

Ever the perfectionist, Albert Wesker is far from finished with you.

[nekrosdolly]

father's friend (18+)

you are just what he doesn't need.

cw; afab reader, reader in a skirt, dad's friend wesker, major age gap (14-17 years), fingering, degradation, implied multiple orgasms, reader is a little naive and wesker eats that up, predatory almost???, inappropriate use of mirrors, daddy kink if you squint (get a microscope)

terms of endearment; dear (reader receives)

a/n; i don't know how this became what it did bc this was supposed to be fluff. if you'd like the fluff version, i'm more than happy to provide that, just let me know!

when albert wesker pictured his life, he saw greatness. he'd dreamt of sanitizing the world with uroboros, his pet project of years would finally come to fruition. the world would be the perfect place, full of the superior and cleansed of the lesser. his dreams realized.

what he didn't anticipate, however, was you.

you, who came into his life when he was 38 years old, fresh off the high of the mansion incident. mostly human, partially not. he'd changed his clothes- only black attire from that point forward- and kept a low profile because he should be dead, but he's not. with no body to find, they gave up on the search only months later. he'd slid under the radar with a new identity and relocated across the country to some small town on the east coast.

at the time, you were in your early twenties. maybe 24, 21 at the youngest. you were youthful and so sweet, painfully naive and lacking experience of life's true cruelties. without scars that held stories to be told, or nightmares that took hold of you in the night.

unmarked. untainted. flawless. you.

and you hadn't meant to draw his attention. you, the child of his best friend. oh, you were tempting. how whenever he was over, you'd greet him with a little "hi mr. wesker" despite him telling you over and over to call him albert.

he hung around your father because he was an operative of umbrella as well, and albert needed connections. you were quick to teach about certain things, your doe eyes drawn to him whenever he merely breathed. like you were waiting for something.

naturally, you'd maintained a healthy distance for a long time. the routine you two had whenever he'd stop by- almost daily- the greeting, the glances, the lingering, subtle touches on each other's arms, shoulders, backs, wherever you had access to that wouldn't draw immediate attention.

your father never noticed. not as he fell asleep on the couch one night. not when albert ensured the roofie he'd given your father had settled, then snuck up into your room after.

not now, as he has you on his lap, your legs spread wide, your skirt lifted up so he can rub your clit. he forces you to watch in the mirror, your back pressed against his chest, as he pushes your panties aside and sinks two long fingers inside of you. forces you to watch, his other hand gripping your jaw to keep your head still.

"you're a whore," he murmurs in your ear, "such a filthy fucking whore. you think you can tease me and get away with it, hm?"

"n-no, i'm sorry." you whimper, his fingers curling inside your weeping entrance. you're making a mess of yourself and his hand.

"mm, i don't think you are, dear. you're so wet, i bet you've been thinking about this for a while now, right? imagining daddy's friend splitting you open, ruining your perfect cunt." you should be embarrassed that he's got you down to a science, but his words make you squeeze around his fingers. you nod, much to his satisfaction, and he chuckles quietly. it reverberates in his chest and you relish the way it feels, wondering if you'll ever get to be more than just his secret.

"you're never going to get this from anyone else, you know that, don't you? nobody else will ever make you feel the way i feel." you're dumb from just his fingers, but you can't help that they're just what you wanted. the pads of his index and middle finger brush the spongy spot on your walls, making you cry out and writhe in his arms. your thighs try to squeeze shut but he lets go of your face to force them back open.

"t-too much-"

"shut up and take it. this is what you wanted, so why the hell are you complaining you ungrateful brat?" he hisses, focusing on that spot. with the way the heel of his hand is palming your clit, his fingers buried so deep inside you, you're cumming within moments. you're loud even if you don't mean to be, especially as he continues finger-fucking you after your orgasm.

"please- no more, i-i can't-" you whine, trying your hardest to move away from him, but he's got you tight in his grasp.

"you can, and you will. you don't have a choice. you'll cum as much as i want you to." he kisses your temple, the first sign of mercy he's shown you all night, and then slips a third finger in. you're weak to him, the same way he's weak to you.

[l0sercat]

Omg I am I'm love with this gif 😍 As much as the movies are hated on I thought they were good and I fell in love with him the moment I saw him 💕 Am I back on my Wesker bullshit, lol?

MDNI with this for your safety and mine 🫶🏻

CW: NSFW, blow jobs, some praise and some degradation;)

Wesker x reader

You were on your knees before your boss, Albert Wesker. He called you into his office 10 minutes ago you thought he would reprimand you for heaven knows what. But instead he admitted that you had caught his attention. He proposed you a deal that you couldn't refuse. So here you were before him about to take his aching cock in your mouth.

How it twitched and ached to be touched. The angry red tip practically begging for you to put your mouth around it. You licked your lips and then slowly dragged your tongue up the base and to the tip. You gave it a light kiss and the another before fully taking it in. Wesker groaned and let out a shakey sigh, his right arm was propped up and his fist clenched while his head rested on it. With other arm was laying on the arm rest and his fist gripped the chair.

You looked up at him and blushed at the scene before you. He still had those glasses on but you could see something glowing red behind them. You wondered what it was but focused on how he was breathing slowly through his mouth. You suckled on the tip a bit more before going down to take more of him.

He was bigger than at you had so taking him proved to be difficult. You were only half way down and your eyes started to water. Wesker reveled in this and a sadistic grin formed on his face. Your pace was slow as you slowly took him but as you got farther and his cock hit deeper in your mouth you gagged. It hit the back of your throat and you had to relax your mouth before finally setting a pace.

You bobbed your head up and down his length and your tongue traced his veins. He groaned out your name "That's a good girl, your doing so well taking my cock like that. Almost seems like you've done this before hm? Heh-" he sucked in a breathe when you released him from your mouth and the cool air hit him.

You smirked up at him and your hand pumped him cock at a fast pace. He moaned and his face flushed at the sound he made. "You such a filthy slut, hah~" he grinned "Do you enjoy taking your bosses cock?" His free hand landed on the back your head and forced you back down on him. Your eyes widened and you gagged hard. Salvia dribbled around your mouth. You moaned at the sudden intrusion and your hand fell to your side into your lap. You glared up and him and his chest puffed up in amusement.

You let him fuck your face even though you had a hard time breathing. His pace was fast but never sloppy. His trusts were timed and always hit that certain spot in your throat to have you gagging. Your saliva coated him and soon he was a groaning mess. He slipped up and moaned you name. His cheeks flushed and he adjusted himself.

He gripped your head tighter and his pace got faster. Your eyes widened and he shut his eyes "Just like that slut mm taking me so well!-" he clenched his teeth before letting out a inhumane groan and shooting his load right into your mouth. His cum spilled down your throat and he didn't release his grip until your swallowed ever drop.

He removed his hand from your head and placed on his thigh. He smiled and looked at you "tsk tsk such a mess you made why don't you clean it up" you blinked up at him and smiled "Of course sir~" you practically purred. You licked up his length and around making sure cum or salvia was left. You gave it a little kiss before tucking him back into his pants. "Good girl~" He laughed "You may return back to whatever you were doing" you stood up and bowed "Yes sir" you walked out of his office flushed and a mysterious stain on your cost.

[milkyb4t]

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[blueysobssesions]

~Happy Fathers Day

`Leon Kennedy , Chris Redfield, Albert Wesker

Leon Kennedy

A small round cake with "Happy Father's Day" written in frosting was placed on the kitchen table, and drinks were on the table. Your two kids were excited to finally see their dad, who has been gone due to a mission that he needs to complete. "Is everything all set up?" You look behind your back, seeing the two of them fixing the plates on the table. You giggled, "Hey, no touching the cake!" Your daughter took her hand away from the cake and said, "I wasn't!" She lied, and you just chuckled. While your son was sitting there and patiently waiting for his dad to come home. Just as you were about to talk, a knock was heard at the door. Your son jumped up from his seat and ran towards the door, shouting "Daddy's here!". Your daughter followed him from behind, saying, "Okay, okay, kids. First, we're not sure if it's really Daddy, 'kay?" You tell them, and they just nod. They weren't really paying attention to you, but to the door in front of them. You then turned the knob and opened the door. You squealed when you suddenly got lifted up by none other than your husband. "And heelllo!" He laughed and kissed you before setting you back down on your feet. "Daddy!" they shouted, their hands clutching his legs, making him laugh. "Hey, hey. I miss you two," he said, kneeling down and lifting them up with his strong arms. "Did you two miss me?" he said, kissing their cheeks, and they nodded. "We did!" they say. "What day is it today?" you said to them, smiling. They giggled, "Happy Father's Day, Daddy!" Leon smiled at them. "Thank you." He smiled at them, and he set them down on the ground. They ran towards the kitchen, "Dad! Let's eat the cake! Im hungry!" Your daughter whined, and you both just laughed. "Is this for me? Hm?" You felt his hands now wrapped around your waist, and you turned to face him. "Of course it is, silly. Happy Father's Day," you said, giving him a kiss on the lips. Leon pulled away and looked at you with a grin. "Best surprise ever."

Chris Redfield

It was morning. The sunshine was streaming through the window, casting a warm glow on the room. Chris woke up to the sound of his daughter and wife's laughter and the smell of breakfast cooking in the kitchen. He stretched his arms and legs with a groan. Pulling the sheets away from his body, revealing his buff, muscular body (I had to), he got out of bed and made his way to the kitchen. Seeing his daughter and wife making breakfast, he said, "Good morning," and his raspy voice rang in the kitchen, "Papa!" His daughter ran up to him and gave him a tight hug, while you greeted him with a kiss on the cheek. "Hey, d/n, what's today?" You smiled at your daughter, and she smiled and looked at his dad "Happy Father's Day!" He grinned at his daughter and ruffled her hair. "Aw, thank you, sweetheart. I almost forgot." As he sat down at the table, his wife poured him a cup of coffee and placed a plate of his favorite pancakes in front of him. "I have a surprise for you later," you whispered in his ear, making him smile even wider.

Albert Wesker

Wesker was staying up all night due to work, and you can tell he was tired. You were getting worried; d/n couldn't sleep; he was used to sleeping with his dad. "Honey, go to sleep. It's the middle of the night." You said that, but he didn't reply or even look at you. You sighed and went back to where D/N was sleeping. But when you entered, she was no longer there, and you panicked. Running towards Wesker to inform him, you opened his office door. The panic inside you dissipated when you saw D/N sleeping on his lap. "He sneaked into my office; I didn't know he couldn't sleep without me," he said while stroking his hair. Your heart softened at the sight, and you smiled. "It's a signal for you to come and sleep with us," you joked. Wesker chuckled, slowly carrying his child and standing up from his seat. "Let's go, shall we?" he said, kissing your forehead. "Mm, happy Father's Day…" you whispered, and he smiled. "Where are we going somewhere tomorrow? I will inform the others that I'll take a day off"

[tinfairies]

Yes!!! You write for resident evil too! Can we please have headcanons on Leon, Chris and Wesker giving oral to a fem reader please? 🛐

(I am so bad at writing Chris' personality I'm so sorry in advance)

Leon Kennedy

A bit inexperienced, but he makes up for that in enthusiasm.

Takes his time going down on you, slowly stripping your clothes, kissing every inch of skin he exposes.

Unintentionally teases when he slowly pulls your panties off, and gently drags his fingers down your slit.

Leon is just so unfathomably fascinated by your body. Running his tongue from your entrance to your clit.

He begins lapping at your cunt and sucking at your clit. He gets more confident as he hears your moans.

Leon makes it a goal to get you to cum on his tongue.

"Mm, you taste so good baby."

Chris Redfield

Oh he's a God with his tongue, and he knows it too.

Takes his time teasing, his fingers and tongue find a nice pattern and follow it.

He spreads your cunt open, then uses the flat of his tongue to lick from your entrance to your clit.

Thumbs massaging the outer lips, his tongue continues its work, you can feel him smirking every time you moan.

Chris keeps a good grip on your thighs, holding them open and resting your knees on his shoulders.

Oh he definitely has fun with you.

"That feel good, princess?"

Albert Wesker

He is very meticulous with eating you out. He knows what you like, and knows what riles you up.

Al enjoys hearing you beg, and absolutely adores when your fingers tangle in his hair, nails scratching at his scalp.

He likes these close intimate moments, curling his tongue into your cunt, drooling at the taste and scent of your arousal.

Though he'd never let you know how much he's enjoying himself. He keeps a good poker face and acts as though this is a favor considering you went down on him the other day.

Will not stop until your slick is dripping down his chin, and his tongue is sore.

"Well kitten, it looks like you've made a mess."

[phonkscribes]

i wanna sniff Wesker

Sniff sniff sniff snifffffffffffffff`

-🦷

:)

suggestive, but ultimately nothing happens.

Minors DNI

He looks down at you with an almost amused expression, but it's crossed between a lot of things. Disgust, excitement, and some other thing that he's not well acquainted with. You on the other hand, you seem deeply engrossed with the way his musk catches in your nose. Albert had been particularly sweaty that day, no thanks to Africa's heat and the way he emanated heat. Sweat beaded down his brow, and his hair needed to be touched up. Wesker wasn't nearly as well put as he'd have liked to been, but here you were, face pressed against him as you clung to his body. He'd gotten used to your way of greeting him by now, but his perspiration made him feel sticky, and gross.

How you were able to tolerate this, much less want to be pressed up against him to indulge in it was beyond him. He ought to shove you away, to send you back to the bed so that he could shower and properly cleanse himself, but he could humor you... if only for a little bit. The mastermind groans softly when your nose brings itself against his neck, right where his leather suit ended and his skin began.

"Look at you, acting like a dog at the mere smell of me. Are you really so depraved?", he scoffed as he brought his hands up to your hips.

"Mm..", you purr in content.

He's too hot right now, practically drowning in his suit. He'd have happily have taken you, if it weren't for the discomfort he felt in his own skin at the moment. Though... perhaps he could use this to his advantage, having a moment with you while he showered, just the two of you washing the grime off of each other's backs. The image of soap slicking your supple skin makes him smirk, his eyes glinting a deep red rather than a furious one. He steps back and away from you, making a come here motion with his finger, even though he knew you'd follow him either way.

He could tend to you properly as the cool spray washed over you, and you could get a better sniff once he was fresh and clean.

[cinderspots]

The ladies with a un-bothered germaphobe s/o -- like if something dramatic where to happen the s/o is all like "um Chile... anyways-" but if someone touches them without clean hands or gloves they just loose their shit-

Mood. Also, rip lmao MMs is so much longer and I got a teensy bit off-topic

Hope you enjoy ❤

Tag List: @minitrescu @ultimatebottom69 @imsososolesbian @luni-draws-crap @fatherse7en

Included: Mother Miranda, Mia Winters, Donna Beneviento, Alcina Dimitrescu, Bela Dimitrescu, Cassandra Dimitrescu, Daniela Dimitrescu, Alex Wesker

Mother Miranda

There's a whole thing where you kinda just vibe over hating people being unclean about their lives or whatever

But anyways

You and Miranda get along pretty well once you get to a point where you two talk and not vaguely feel threatened by the priestess

So Miranda kinda just goes by believing that youre indifferent (bc I mean so far-) and it continues like that until one day

One terrible day

A very gross lycan decides that YOU are its best friend, idk why it doesn't want you dead don't ask me hard questions

And he follows you around like a puppy at first and youre like "ok weird" until it escalates to a hug

.

Uh oh

You lose your mind, Miranda assumes danger and kills it making it WORSE as now it's gotten all over you and bestie youre having a bad time

:(

Anyways Miranda is very confused ngl

Mia Winters

You shake hands and she immediately notes the gloves and the way you use a disinfectant like a weapon

Sprayed some mf in the face was lowkey funny

She respects it and doesn't push you, besides I'd like to think that after the fucking debacle of Lousiana and the RAW meat she had to eat

Mia is a little testy about germs too, so she's got you

If someone ever has the audacity to skin-to-skin contact you not only will you be almost crying, they WILL be crying thanks to your great gf the badass mold queen Mia

Overall she's got your back

Donna Beneviento

Takes the avoidance of touch personally at first which leads to a whole series of rom-com levels of misunderstandings

Once it's explained she gets it

Angie doesn't and has to be put on a leash but it's fine

:)

Donna is extra careful which is ridiculous bc she's barely around other people so she's forcing herself to giant her own damn house

Youre mostly like "girl I'm not allergic to the air you breath"

If someone sets you off they're dead no questions

Doesn't matter if it was an accident they upset you

🔪🔪🥄

Take the spoon as you will

Alcina Dimitrescu

Ngl she's not understanding at all when you first meet

Sure once youre like lovers n stuff she's like "back off use your hand sanitizer" (idk how germaphobes live sorry)

But before she's downright disrespectful

Same as Donna, someone touched you skin to skin:)))) what? No, she's fine, the claws just needed some air :))) shell be back in a min don't worry :)))

Bela Dimitrescu

Takes it at face value and sees it as something she could like

You don't like germs which makes you one of the cleaner maids around which makes you an asset to being fucking ridiculous about cleaning rooms

You'd have to supervise for it to get done but Bela likes the mildly irrational idea of it

That's...not quite how it works all the time but she's stronger faster and drinks more human blood than you

You don't tell her that

Eventually she just sort of buzzes around you and hisses at Dani to stay away bc homegirl cannot keep things together

Unsurprisingly Dani escapes Bela's sight and lunges for you in a non-murdery way and makes contact

Game. Over.

You scream bloody murder and go into a panic attack while Dani hisses at the loudness and doesn't understand a thing

Dani briefly has no hand at dinner and everyone sort of pretends like they don't see

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Just like her mother, fucking horrible about it on purpose before she grows fond of you

THEN she gets livid at the idea of someone messing with you

Accidentally sets you off mindlessly and freaks out when you freak out making it so much worse

I think it would take a lot of time to get her to not automatically do something to set you off so idk about your relationship life span

Daniela Dimitrescu

This my bestie is a commitment

You either last like a week or for life

Because she is uh VERY into skin to skin I am living in your organs kind of thing

Daniela doesn't MEAN to set you off. Kinda does it often because she can't help herself

If you commit anyways (very unhealthy of you bestie) then after time she's the most respectful fly woman you'll ever date

And the only but that's not the point

The point is she gets angry when others set you off and everyone kinda pretends like she isn't a serial offender

And we get personality growth as she learns some self control after trial and error

Alex Wesker

She recognizes it and shockingly assists you and respects it the quickest out of them all

Like genuine shock

I'd think it'd be a game of chance working with her though, so many new people coming in and NOT knowing you don't like to be touched

She appreciates your aloofness but takes it harshly when youre touched and pretty much takes that as an instakill

:/

[godtier]

hi! i was the anon from the other ask thank u for explaining it.

i think it is pretty weird how lots of people just dismiss it as an easter egg. ive also seen lots of people jump to the point of 'well it was undeveloped so even if wesker had it he hasn't looked at it’.

not sure how film roll works so i can’t comment on that. but he still owns it which is weird enough. so, either he creeped around and retrieved that one particular nondescript roll of film, which he somehow knew what it contained despiste it being undeveloped. or rebecca gave it to him? which is suspicious enough

hello! i'm happy to explain what i can o7

so you're in luck because in addition to being a weirdo about resident evil and other capcom crap, i'm also a weirdo about film!

i won't bore you with the details, but basically a roll of film can either be unused, used, or developed.

if a roll of film is used, but not developed, that means that you cannot see the images on the roll. exposing the roll to light will ruin the images, creating nothing but a bunch of white slates on the film roll whenever it does get developed.

so in that case, correct, wesker would not have seen that particular picture of rebecca ahead of time.

but it also sorta sets a precedent, doesn't it? it's also odd that there's only one photo on the roll, at least from what we're given, and rolls of 35 mm film (which is what format the film appears to be) came with either 24 or 36 exposures (aka shots you can take).

if it was 120 film, the max number of exposures you can get from a single roll would be 12.

in both cases, that is a lot of unused film! even back in the 90s, film wasn't exactly cheap (tho cheaper than it is now, sadly) so it's really bizarre that the roll is in a state where there's only on exposure... at least one that we can see.

it's also a kind of weird thing in general? they make it seem like developing film is super simple--and it kinda is--but it takes effort and a lot of equipment to make a print like the one in the easter egg.

i could go on about the intricacies of developing roll film as it's a passion of mine, but i will digress here and just say this: it was put there specifically. it was set up in OG to be found after 50 searches as it was meant to simulate the player rifling through wesker's desk.

and in remake, the steps are more bizarre. you have to find a different roll of film in the sewers, develop that first, see that it shows you a picture of wesker's desk, THEN go to wesker's desk and find the rebecca roll and develop THAT.

either way, in OG or remake, it was pretty explicitly placed there for a reason. the remake seemed to make it even more overt by literally showing you a pic of wesker's desk like HEY! HEY!! LOOK HERE, THERE'S SOMETHING HERE!

[sirrentxt]

It's just a few days past graduation, well into the night, and he's walking home through pouring rain and familiar tight streets—taking shortcuts wherever he can because the leather on his back keeps soaking up water, heavier by the minute—when he finds himself stopping for shelter under a small roof. Nearly bumps into a man already standing there; blonde, sunglasses, fancy suit, a black coat reaching his ankles. Luis can't help but think it's weird; with how few lamps are around and in working condition, if he were the one wearing shades, he wouldn't be able to see shit in the absolute downpour.

“Raining jugs tonight, eh?” He pitches, brushing wet hair out of his face to take a better look at the man.

“Quite,” says the stranger and reaches into his suit jacket. A silent beat passes before he extends a hand towards Luis, a silver cigarette case gleaming in his hand, open. “Care for a smoke?”

Luis is not one to turn down that offer.

They smoke in silence for some time, listening to the rain beating down the tin roof over their heads, but Luis keeps curiously watching the blond in the corner of his eye. The man has a certain way about him—an accent, a prowl, a presence; a heavy step in the way he stands unmoving under the roof while Luis keeps switching legs.

“You from around here, señor?” He asks eventually between drags.

“Afraid not.”

Luis chuckles.

“Not the best hour to be out in these parts, you know.”

“Is it?”

“Mm. Not many locals here as charming as myself.”

A smile ghosts over the stranger's face, the intention behind it a mystery to Luis.

“How unfortunate.”

A thrill runs up Luis' spine like a warning. Minutes later, he'll ignore it in favor of inviting the man over, the danger of it all not once crossing his mind; convinced the way the conversation was going was some particularly tricky flirting.

The stranger will follow.

He'll play along, suddenly unsure of the ground beneath his feet. At first, when Luis offers him tea; then, after he declines, when Luis appears right in his face, persistent eyes and a sly smile. A hand running down his side, stopping at his hip. Luis circling him—“May I take your jacket, señor?”—then sliding it off his shoulders, carefully putting it aside. Circling back around, raising an eyebrow at his side arm—“Not from around here but not your regular tourist either, eh, señor?” “Albert.” “Well, señor Albert”—one of Luis' hands stopping at the man's hip, the other finding his belt loops and yanking him closer—“any other surprises you've got in store for me?”

luis serra x albert wesker // chance encounters

[weskie]

Perfectionist (Albert Wesker x amab!Reader)

18+ | this man deserves to hump the bed, oral sex (reader receiving), amab anatomy gn!reader, afab version here | Fic Directory

Particular.  Methodical. Precise.

Starved.

All words fit to describe the way Wesker handles you.  Even now, even with his face buried between your legs, he works with such intense mindfulness.  Every swipe of his tongue, each bruising nibble to your thighs or heady suckle to the head of your swollen cock is done with the sole intention of bringing you the most pleasure possible.  

Wesker is a perfectionist, and you are the canvas upon which he will paint.  He will carve the beauty of your bliss into this world one swipe at a time, for hours on end if he must. Even in the midst of such a primal deed, he is nothing but grace– until he isn’t.  Until you catch, by sheer luck, the sight of his hips grinding down against the bed.  Just once. 

Just one little slip of his self control.

But how fucking euphoric to know you push him to such extremes.  That the mere taste of your nectar can unravel his unyielding poise is enough to undo you.  With your hands in his hair, gripping, tugging, voice squeaking and pleading, you feel the lightning strike of your release burst through you.  It tingles into your limbs, down your spine.  You arch and squirm, but he holds you in place effortlessly.

He always does.

And he doesn’t stop…  

He laps at you through all of it, fist pumping come from your aching shaft to feed his insatiable appetite.  His little sounds aren’t lost on you.  The heavy, panted breaths; the little moan here or there; that one particularly drawn out hum of delight when your thighs clamped tight around his head.  

You peer from under heavy eyelids when you feel his lips at your thighs once again, peppering soft kisses as you come down from your release– waiting, wanting more.  To your surprise, his gaze is anything but soft– so unlike his actions.  You find him staring with determined, voracious eyes– red as ever, boring deep into you.  The juxtaposition ignites the strangest blendings of anticipation and adoration.  He’s promising you silently and loudly all at once: you belong to him. 

You are his down to the molecular level and beyond– to the little building blocks of each and every atom in your body. He has made his claim.

It’s not long before you’re ready to go again.  He knows just how to get you there.

The fingers gripping you continue their motions and his tongue swirls the head of your cock so perfectly that you just can’t help it when your eyes roll back.  Wesker is silent as he works you to madness, basking in the trembling, nuzzling against the inside of your thigh to feel and watch each and every reaction as he strokes you.  

You can see him faltering again.  So subtle, but you catch the way his hips move. Poor thing. His pants must feel so tight by now… 

You wish he wasn’t so damn dignified all the time.  If he’d only accept that he was allowed the simple pleasures, that he could let go of some of that pride and hump the bed like any normal man.  God, you’d fucking love to see it.  Even just that little gyration was enough to make you twitch in his grasp.

You can see in his eyes that he’s doing everything in his power to resist it.  

You use your grip in his hair to push him to swallow you.  His lips curl in a smirk as they near the base and you wish more than anything that you could kiss that damned look off his face.  

“Mm, god!” You mewl, knowing full well what such an exclamation means to him. Not a plea to a higher power, no… 

That title is his. 

“So, so good…” you gasp, pushing up to seek the engulfing heat of his throat.  He’s so fucking good at this…

 Through the haze, you see it happen again. The smallest arch of his back, the lightest rocking of his hips. 

Is that what he needs? 

“That's– that's it!” 

Again. 

“Al… oh god!” 

Let him know how good he’s doing.

You resist biting back a moan, just to further test the waters. You let those little whimpers sing freely, let his name fall from your lips and your hands tug and pull at his hair. You even dig one of your heels into his back, and then you hear it. 

Nearly silent, Wesker's choking moan reverberates around your cock, making you shiver in delight. The sound dances to your ears, more beautiful than any melody to ever grace the world. He draws back up for a brief second, taking several calculated breaths before going right back down.

Your fingers curl tighter in his locks, pressing him closer. With your back arched and feet braced, you fuck into the warmth of his mouth. His hands grip and bite into your thighs as if, by some measure, to remind you that it’s only by his good graces that you’re allowed to use him so wantonly. That anybody else would be dead for even entertaining the mere idea of having him perform such an act.  

You’re special, and you best remember it.

Another weak noise quivers against your length, and you find it in yourself to fight off the tendrils of release seeping through every fiber of your being just to watch him take you.

“I love it!” You gasp, perhaps just a little too breathily.  “L-Love you!”

Which, of course, earns you that reaction you so desperately want.  This time your treat is two sharp rocks of his hips and the unmistakable creak of the bedframe protesting against his strength.

You’re playing such a dangerous game with him.  What if you get what you want, hm?  What if you make the man-made god come in his pants?  What then?

Surely there will be consequences for pushing him into such a position.  Perhaps he’ll make you lick him clean.  No, no… that’s hardly a punishment.  What if he threw you over his knee?

Also not quite the worst case scenario.

So you sing for him.  With every little breath, you vocalize how good it feels, how good he feels, until suddenly those subtle grinds against the bed are anything but and he’s practically growling around you.  

His eyes are screwed shut, brow furrowed, tongue swirling around every inch as he bobs his head, tip striking his throat– and he humps against the bed as though the panopticon of his pride had never been there at all to observe such a desperate act unbecoming of a god.

The sight sends you hurtling over the edge, back rising from the bed as you pull him down hard to bury your length deep in his throat, spilling thick and warm just for him.  His name falls from your lips over and over like a prayer, and by the time your back hits the bed once more you hear and feel him finding his own release as he thrusts away at nothing.

The thought alone of what just happened is enough to make you see stars…

You pet through his hair affectionately, cooing praise until those piercing eyes crack open and stare lazily through the haze.  He pants next to your still-twitching length to recover himself, spit glistening at the tip of his nose, strings of it still clinging to your cock from the edges of his mouth– too invested in painting his masterpiece to realize he’d become part of it.

Eventually though, you manage to get him to crawl back up.  You thumb away at the mess, utterly hypnotized when he grabs your wrist and sucks your digit clean. You can see it in his eyes… You can feel it in the way he kisses you after.

Ever the perfectionist, Albert Wesker is far from finished with you.

[manufactoredxbyxdesign]

[Every time a picture of Billy Russo ends up on my feed Wesker just default's to "Mm, yes. My boyfriend" now.]

[prettytm]

@manufactoredxbyxdesign { x }

Color him surprised. Wesker was seeking him out. Perhaps their relationship was finally taking a turn. Good. He could only handle the sting of rejection so many times before he begun to think that maybe The Mastermind wasn't into him. A laughable notion really but.. One he had considered could very well be true. Billy Only Good For A Quick Fuck Russo. Mm. Story of his fucking life.

The fog should have been different but.. Alas. Once a good time boy seemed like you were always a good time boy. He heaves a sigh before turning his attention back towards Wesker.

"Fancy seeing you here." Where was here again? He glances around, taking in the grounds they were surrounded by and wrinkles his nose. The shelter Woods. Well, at least it's the upgraded one, with the comfy bed. Maybe if this turned into anything more.. They'd at least have somewhere private to go. That meant finding out why he had been sought out in the first place though.

"I think.. This is the first time you've come searching for me. Bored? Lonely? Finally realized what a good thing I am to have?"

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