#wesker smut

[aceviscontiswife]

I'm really new to Dead by Daylight and I'm really enjoying your fics. So, story prompt:

Reader is a survivor who was just gifted a new outfit by the entity that, unknown to reader includes a pair of remote control vibrating panties. Then reader shows up in a trial with the killer who reader has been flirting with and secretly crushing on and killer (who flirts right back and also has a crush on reader) finds a mysterious remote in their pocket.

I'd love Danny and Frank (separately, please) and anyone else you feel like writing.)

Survivor!Reader wearing remote controlled vibrating panties in a trial

Killers: Danny (Ghostface), Frank (Legion), Wesker.

Afab!Reader. Warnings: petnames such as dollface, babygirl, babe, and dearest. Vibrating panties (that reader was not aware of), masturbation, Wesker’s a bit of an ass at first.

•When you wake up in the cornfields of Coldwind, you don’t suspect anything at first. You were loving your new outfit, it fit you perfectly and showed off your assets. You were hoping to see Ghostface this trial, since you knew this outfit would probably send him into overdrive.

•Its only when you begin to work on a generator when you feel a light vibration against your womanhood. It sends a tingle down your spine and straight to your core. Your thighs press together in an attempt to conceal the steadily growing arousal, but it only seems to make it stronger. You had no idea what was causing this, but it had to be some cruel prank of the entity’s.

•Danny was a little confused when he found the small remote in his pocket, and after a few seconds of staring down at the remote in his hand, he pressed one of the buttons.

•It didn’t take Danny very long to find you, all by yourself, wearing the sexiest clothes Danny’s ever seen. That alone was enough to get him hard, but what he saw next nearly sent him insane. You slapped a hand over your mouth, your thighs squirming against each other as you moan against your hand. You could barely even work on the generator… That’s when Danny put two and two together, and oh man, you were in for a treat.

“Oh, dollface…” You whip around to face where the voice—Danny’s voice came from. He was standing behind you, leaning against a stack of crates with a small remote in his hand. You begin to speak, but your words are taken from you and replaced with a gasp as Danny presses one of the remotes buttons, the vibrating sensation in your panties growing even stronger. Danny laughed at the sight, pushing himself off of the crates and taking a step towards you. “Looks like the entity gave us both a gift, hmm?” Danny watches you grab onto the generator to support yourself, a strangled moan escaping your lips as he cranks up the vibrations to their highest setting. “I say we enjoy our treat.”

•When Frank found a small remote in his pocket, he immediately did what anyone would’ve done—he pressed the buttons. All of them.

•Needless to say, you were caught off guard when a there sudden strong vibrating sensation in your panties. It was a lot, also very confusing. After a few seconds, you had grown used to the sensations. It didn’t take long until you were rendered into a hazy, pleasure-filled state of bliss.

•You barely managed to get yourself to the killer shack, leaning against one of the lockers and biting down on your hand to keep quiet. Your free hand was shoved up your shirt, teasing your breasts through your bra.

•That’s how Frank found you, his eyes going wide behind the mask and his cock twitching in his pants as he watched you touch yourself. Your hips were grinding up into the air, and it was only when Frank heard a faint buzzing did he realize what was going on. It was like a flip of a switch, Frank went from shocked and a little confused to very turned on and very aware of what he was doing to you. Trial be damned, Frank was going to enjoy this alot more than killing some idiotic survivors.

“Fuck, babygirl… You couldn’t wait till the trial was over, could you?” You stop in your tracks when you hear Frank, your eyes snapping open to be met with the sight of Frank leaning against shacks doorway, remote in hand. He shakes his head when you stop, pressing one of the buttons on the remote and amplifying the vibrations in your panties. “Didn’t say you could stop, did I?” Frank groans when you begin to touch yourself again, the masked killer reaching down to rub his cock through his jeans. “Good girl… You want me to make it feel even better? I can make you feel amazing, babe.”

•At first, Wesker ignored the small remote in his pocket. He had a job to do, after all. The only distraction he allowed was you, anything else was simply not important to him. It was soon becoming hard to ignore, however, and Wesker angrily admits to himself that he needed to see what this remote did. Maybe it was a gift from the entity? Something to help him out in trials? Wesker was one of the entity’s strongest and smartest killers, he’s earned himself a reward.

•When Wesker eventually presses one of the buttons and nothing happens, he’s a… little upset. How dare the entity give him some useless piece of garbage? He was Albert Wesker, the Mastermind, not one of the Legion’s immature teenagers!

•If only he could’ve seen how you almost folded in on yourself when a surprising, strong feeling of vibrations began to surge through your panties. A gasp escapes your lips, ultimately catching the attention of your concerned teammates. You lie, telling them ‘You thought you saw the killer.’

•You’re barely able to complete the generator with your team, quickly coming up with some excuse to separate from your team, sneaking off to a secluded area of the map to deal with yourself.

•Wesker could hear faint moaning and panting coming from the Garden of Joy’s dark bedroom, and believing it to be an injured survivor, he quickly makes his way to the bedroom. What he saw inside the room wasn’t an injured survivor, it was you. Oh… that’s what the remote does? Wesker was quick to realize what was going on when he saw you on the rundown bed, hands covering your mouth and your hips jerking up into the air. He laughs, catching your attention.

“So this is what you do instead of helping your team? Tsk, so predictable.” You couldn’t stop the shameless moan that left you, as well as the breathless pleads for Wesker to help you out. He was enjoying this more than he’d admit… the sight of you like this was something Wesker had wanted to see for some while now, and it only made him even more aroused to know that he was the cause of your overwhelming pleasure. “Already so overstimulated and you haven’t even been touched…” Wesker laughs, shaking his head and taking a step towards you. “Come here, dearest… This is only the beginning.”

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I actually had a lot of fun writing this! It was new for me, and I honestly loved it :) Hope you enjoy, love ya! ❤️

[grnherbs]

your own, personal, jesus.

mdni, eighteen plus only.

i want him so fucking bad wtaf. in the same series as rookie!reader

he sits behind you, your legs kicked out and spread as he grips your waist, pulling you closer, the mirror in the corner of his sleek bedroom facing the both of you.

his s.t.a.r.s uniform shirt, rolled up on the sleeves, accentuating the muscled and veined forearms which usually lied below them, his hair tossled over your shoulder as he bites gently into your shoulder, kissing and sucking as he goes.

"you're my favourite rookie" he smirks as he spreads the lips of your pussy open, gathering the clear slick that lies between them, moving up to circle your clit slowly, almost excruciatingly, and you whine quietly around the leather glove forced between your teeth.

"no one spreads these legs like your captain, do they sweetpea?"

he teases again, pace picking up now, causing your legs to feel like jelly, settling back more to have you perched on his laps, his legs between yours, keeping them open, making eye contact with you in the mirror, smirking.

you'd never felt so exposed before, eyes raking over your own body, the black cargos and holsters lining weskers thighs, pressing against your bare body, causing your cheeks to display a shade of red, his hand on your waist as the other continues to please you.

long fingers reach down further now, coming to your opening and pressing a finger inside, stretching you out on the thickness of them, causing a mewled gasp to leave your lips. "there's my good girl, always aiming to please your captain, hm?, practically worshipping my fingers" he moves the hand grasping your waist to turn your jaw, gripping a kiss out of you.

"can my favourite rookie take another finger? just for me?" he awaits your answer, still gently thrusting the one already in you, your brain growing cloudier by the second.

you dumbly nodded to him, clutching at his arm as he inserts another finger into you, the two moving in and out, the raw sound of wetness filling the air, his own hard on pressed against your back, your climax approaching rapidly, watching your body spasm against his.

he sensed the change in your body, a sly chuckle coming out of his mouth. "oh my poor rookie, feeling a little overstimulated? that's just too bad.." he continues to move his fingers in and out of you, free hand grasping your throat more and more, hearing the familiar whines of finish leaving your mouth.

"you're going to cum for your captain, like a good girl, aren't you? going to soak my fingers darling" he coaxed more and more and you rolled your hips in unison with his fingers, feeling it hit you so deep and the sound of your lewdness turning your cheeks an even deeper red.

you nod and gasp out, reaching for his hand on your throat, gripping it for some stability as he drew an orgasm from you, your body shuddering as you spill over his hands, hearing his monotone chuckle in your ears once again.

"good girl, that's it, that's my favourite rookie" he reitterated to you and you nod, brain feeling like jelly and you fall back into him, whining.

"such a good little pet for your captain, look at yourself, all fucked out and we've barely even started, stand up and spread yourself for me darling, i'm going to fuck this cunt now."

[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?

[xlrlxx]

— my good girl.

warnings: 18+, praise kink, semipublic sex, age gap, dry grinding if you squint, f!receiving fingering, mentions of choking.

f! reader

You voted for Wesker x reader, Wesker x reader you shall receive.

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Over the time you had been a member at S.T.A.R.S, Albert started to realise his infatuation towards you. You were young, a little older than Rebecca, around early 20s. At first, he thought it was morally wrong, slightly putting him off but he just couldn’t help himself.

He found himself calling you into his office more than necessary, to ‘help’ him with reviewing reports and asking for your input on how to respond or just generally how you felt about it even when Albert didn’t need it, he just liked having you close to him.

The way you would take the chair opposite his desk and move it around to sit next to him, placing it at a comfortable distance only for him to bring it closer by hooking it with his foot, making the space between you both mere inches. The way your knee would sometimes brush against his thigh just because he’d spread his legs further than normal so that he could feel the slightest touch.

You were like a drug he couldn’t get enough of, constantly wanting more and more each time he came down from the last dosage.

Every time you laughed, it was music to his ears, your vocals achieving heavenly chords and yet he couldn’t help but to wonder if you made an even more beautiful noise in bed.

He wanted you badly, and he was sure you felt the same. Albert could see the look on your face each time he praised you, calling you a good girl and constantly reminding you how great at your job. He could see the small quiver in your lips and the tension in your posture increase. The man desperately wanted to show you a good time, claim you, make sure no other man or woman laid a finger on your angelic form.

The day you and him were alone in the shooting range would be a day he’d never forget. It was a cool day in february, every police officer and S.T.A.R.S member was out for lunch, except for you and him.

Albert had enough of standing around and observing you from afar, he wanted to feel you up close and personal and he wasn’t going to wait any longer.

He had set off to find you, knowing that you usually have your lunch in the courtyard and then go into the shooting range to sharpen your skills. Albert knew your entire schedule from when you were in work, call him stalker but you were too irresistible.

There you were, yellow ear defenders on and a small handgun in hand. The banging of the shots and the muffling of the earphones prevented you from hearing Albert’s arrival into the range, therefore it made you jump when he appeared behind you and lowered the ear defenders down to around your neck.

You greeted him with a small smile, telling him that he had started you to which he apologised. The man stared off at the targets you had been previously shooting at, finding each target shot in the highlighted areas except the middle, going onto the next target which shown all targets hit again but there was one shot that misplaced the middle by inches. Was this why you didn’t do the rest?

Picking up on it, Albert asked. Speaking on having missed the first shot to the middle, you lost confidence to hitting the centre again.

Coming up closer, Albert reached his arms around to place his hands on the both you had on the gun, stabilising the position and raising the gun slightly. At this point, the taller man was pressed flush against your backside, feeling his groin up against your behind, his muscular arms nearly closing in on your head.

God how you wondered how built his body was under all of those clothes, imagining what it would be like if he wrapped his hands around your neck while he was fucking you silly. Just on queue of you having these raunchy thoughts, his muscles flexed, showing off his veins, it made your lips quiver.

“Shoot.”

He whispered in your ear, the hot breath fanning against your face as you hesitantly pulled the trigger. Your eyes were closed. The recoil making your hands move upwards and your body tilt slightly backwards, it wasn’t too much as when it occurred. Albert pulled you a little closer, feeling his hardening cock against your ass. Did he know? You decided not to press on it. Repressing a moan as he smothered you even more before pulling away.

He waited in silence.

You finally opened your eyes, one after the other. Gasping as you realised the target was shot right in the middle. Turning around to see the man with his arms folded and a very obvious smirk plastered on his lips.

“That’s how it’s done.”

He shrugged, taking a mere step closer to you, he was pulling you in like a magnet and it was getting harder and harder not to attract to him.

“Do I not get a thank you from my favourite girl?”

Coming up even closer, he grasped your chin between his finger and thumb, grazing over your pump bottom lip with the gloved digit. The silence was killing the both of you, the eye contact raising the sexual tension.

Suddenly, you pulled him in by wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing him finally. Relieving all that pent up lust you had for him, and then realising what you did, you pulled away.

“I’m sorry.”

You mumbled, before you got pulled back into the kiss, Albert placing a hand behind your head to deeply capture your lips between his. Hooking his hand under your thigh, the blond man raised you to his hips, slamming you on the booth table that you previously were shooting in.

The kiss was heated, saliva dribbling down the both of your chins, mixing as it went on. His hands moved from your head and thigh, to the waist band of your cargos. You stopped him, breaking the kiss momentarily.

“But what if someone comes in? Or hears us?”

You shyly looked up at him with your hand placed delicately on his. At that he nearly lost all self control just from that innocent look you gave him. Brushing your face with his hand, it trailed back down to your pants.

“Then we’ll have to be quiet.”

He grinned, locking lips with you once more, it was his plan to drown out the sounds he was definitely expecting to hear. Continuing to undo the belt of your cargos, pulling them down your waist with a few tugs to reveal your near soaked underwear. Albert clicked his tongue against his teeth, smirking at your arousal. He then took off his glove to his right hand.

Moving the fabric aside to get access to your folds, he immediately plunged one finger into your warmth, curling his fingers at the right angle to hit that sweet spot. Each brush of his digit made you break the silence with a gentle moan, his pace was slow, his thumb coming up to circle at your sensitive clit.

Both hands were placed against the table, keeping you from falling back as your back arched upwards, hips rolling into his fingers. As he pushed another finger through into your pussy, your moans got progressively louder, digging your face into your supervisor’s neck to try and muffle your pleasure.

Practically putty in his fingers, you felt your climax closer than ever. You gave his arm a squeeze to notify him as if you tried to speak, it would only come out in gasps and strained moans. Albert understood, pulling his fingers out of your tightness, you whined, though it soon became clear what he wanted to do.

Taking down his pants to pool around his knees, and revealing his hardness which felt relieved from finally being released from his pants and underwear. Then bringing the hand that was coated in his juices, he smeared them over his length, guiding it up to your entrance.

He was as big as you imagined.

Looking down at you to ask if you were ready which you meekly nodded at, finding it absolutely adorable, Albert chose not to ram into you yet but insert himself at a comfortable rate. It was a stretch at first, small whimpers escaping your lips but as you finally sheathed him inside of you, your vocals betrayed your sealed lips, a lustrous moan escaping and fell against Wesker’s ears.

“Shh..Sh shh.. That’s it babygirl.. Take your Captain’s cock.”

Albert started to upwardly thrust into you, his length bulging in your stomach, you could see the small mound it made each time he thrusted into you. Moving your arms to around his neck, wrapping your legs around his waist to stop just sitting there and looking pretty.

Purring sweet nothings into your ear, he began to pick up the pace, his skin brushing against your clit each time his hips collided into yours.

He had dreamed of this. Maybe dreams do come true.

“My good girl.. taking me so nicely. You’ve always been my favourite. Do you like how I fuck you?”

Your answer was a weak but eager nod, scratching the fabric of his tactical vest, begging for more.

You were his good girl.

[mothxmoons]

THE PART 2 TO THE MIND READER X WESKER!! IT WAS GREAT!! wesker's jealousy *chef's kiss* his vulgarity (vulgarness? idk) *chef's kiss* the slight nervousness of the reader *chef's kiss*

if you would, if you could please do a part 3, i would *chef's explode with love and joy* ❤️❤️❤️

:3 I am a little slow on requests because I’ve been learning Spanish

The restaurant was very nice and Wesker was very good company to have, even with his very vulgar thoughts throughout the dinner. He kept them to himself mostly, however he did drop hints about bringing you back home with him to keep the date going.

You didn’t see a problem with going home with him, it doesn’t really mean that anything will happen, right?

You were going to eat your words and you knew it the second his lips were on your neck and his thoughts melded with his words, pouring out in a never ending stream.

“Finally.”

“I’m going to breed you till you can’t stand.”

“All mine, all mine, no one else can have you like this.”

“You’ll never leave me, you’ll stay with me.”

You are definitely not going to feel your legs in the morning, with how he’s holding the headboard and almost breaking it, the same bruising grip on your hips. He was not lying about you not being able to leave his home once he was done with you. His lips were attached to your neck like a suction, he just can’t get enough either. Hip, thighs, hip, thighs, he could fit snuggly in them with his own.

“Look so good for me. Wanted this for so long. So, so long.”

“Can’t get enough of you, feel so good.”

His thoughts were never ending, wanting nothing more than to stay within your body, hip, thighs, hip, thighs, and a wet smacking sound every thrust.

Wesker seemed hellbent on making sure you wouldn’t be able to leave in the morning. Teeth gnawing at your neck, lips suctioned on your skin, multiple rounds had already passed and you could barely even moan any louder than a raspy noise escaping your throat. Hours and hours of him letting loose what he finally wanted the whole time. Months and years of pining finally amounted to this. Finally.

“You don’t know how long I’ve dreamed of this.”

Well, you didn’t know he dreamed of it but you had some idea. With his thoughts constantly in your own head and his rough pace that he set, you could piece together how long he’s been waiting for this. The bed creaked and cracked with his pace, his head buried in your neck, one hand on your hip, keeping you in place, and the other gripping the headboard in a death grip.

The sounds he was making were by no means quiet, he was loud. Louder than your breathy pants and the slapping of skin against each other. Wesker had his face against your neck, kissing there, groaning loudly in your ear. Nose bumping against your ear in time with his thrusts.

“All mine, all mine. You’re finally all mine.”

“You’ll never leave me. Never.”

“I’ll mark you, no one else can ever have you like I do.”

“You’ll be staying with me. Until the end of time.”

He ripped himself from your body, his hands flying down to your hips to pin you down, growling as he came. Staring up at the ceiling as he caught his breath, his hips stutter against yours, moaning into the air.

You were also catching your breath, holding onto his bed with white knuckles, your back arching in the air, forcing your hips against his, riding out your high.

“You’ll always be mine.”

You watched as his chest heaved, watching his hair fall as he looked back down to you, leaning into you and kissing you gently. His hands had most definitely left marks in your hips. Wesker’s body laid on top of your’s, his hands finally leaving your hips and finding your’s.

“Finally mine.”

[ghostsvacuumcleaner]

So... I don't have a very specific request, I'm just a huge fan of your writing and particularly the smuts you've written with Leon lol, so I wanted to ask for something really naughty like AS PORNOGRAPHIC AS POSSIBLE and maybe related to degradation kink lol please I'M BEGGING YOU NOT TO JUDGE ME, I know this isn't much like canonical leon so feel free to use other characters you like, really just wanted to use the chance of asking you something before you close the requests <33 thanks!!

Okay... Your wish is my command! I hope you don't mind it that since you gave me freedom to pick a character, I actually chose to write Wesker porn. If it's not of your taste you can totally send me another request and istg I'll do it with any character you want lol now, I love Wesker, and I like to keep as close as I can to the cannonical personality, so I should warn this gives a hella toxic and abusive relationship hints! I hope you enjoy it, anon, as well as y'all &lt;;3

Bunny | 3.2k

ao3 | masterlist ✦ Pairing: Albert Wesker x f! reader ✦ Summary: You wake up in Wesker's mansion after accomplishing a difficult mission and he gives you a new drug he's been testing. The effects are quite... dear to you. ✦ TW:  HIGHLY NSFW MINORS DNI, explicit, very explicit, smut, very pornographic, f!reader, little to none f! physical appearence descriptions, very much porn, p in v, degradation kink, unprotected, he cums inside, dirty talk, petcalling, he humiliates you a bit, he's rather toxic as Wesker would be, uses you, no fluff (very slightly in his own wicked way) I inspired this in this song, since I'm dumb and don't know how to embed spotify songs in here, click here if you'd like to hear it &lt;3

You open your eyes to a big, vast dining room in front of you. The walls are adorned with exquisite wallpaper and ornate trimwork. The ceiling is high and vaulted, with beautiful light fixtures hanging from what seems to be golden chains. The room is lavishly furnished with a massive mahogany dining table, with beautiful wine-red chairs that seem to belong to a very expensive collection. Crystal chandeliers cast a dim, flickering light over the table, and paintings in ornate frames hang on the walls, with their eccentric content - suits the owner quite well. 

Doesn’t take you much to realize you’re in Albert’s mansion. You’ve never been here before, only perhaps by the gates, delivering something off to the doorman and that was far from enough to even wonder what secrets lived vivid inside of those walls.

“You’re finally awake… Good.” You hear his voice coming from behind you, and then his hands calmly taking over both your shoulders, his fingers brushing against the thin material of your shirt. As you look down at yourself, you realize you’re wearing completely new clothes, different from the used, semi-destroyed ones you were before on mission. You’re clean, you can feel the delicious smell of your own perfume sprayed along your hair and neck. “You've caused quite a stir among my colleagues, my dear…” He continues, with a faint smirk playing on his lips; you shiver.

“Is that so… May I ask why, Doctor?” You ask, your face lifting just enough over your shoulder so you can look up at him. 

Wesker chuckles softly, his pale blue eyes burning into yours over the rim of his glass. He takes a leisurely sip of wine before setting it down on the table, along with another glass - one he offers to you, in a hand gesture. You accept, sipping a bit from it.

“Do you underestimate yourself? Your talent? Your own dedication to me and my projects, you see - it is enviable for many, bunny.” His predatory grin widens in pointy canines. “And you succeeded again. I trust you encountered no complications in your way? Despite the clear miscommunication at the end, of course, dear I should’ve let you know about my little creation there…”

You feel a mixture of unease and a strange sense of satisfaction at his words. Deep down, you know that you want it - his twisted form of affection, his praising whenever you succeed at something he longs for. You can’t hold back a sly grin from forming on your lips as a response.

“I dealt with it.” You summed. “No witnesses, and your little creation almost killed me, Albert.” You sigh, and Wesker lets out a wicked soft laugh to your commentary. 

“Nonsense… I’d never let you go to waste like that. Do you really have so little faith in me?” One of his hands slides up from your shoulder, trailing a feather-light touch along your neck; fast enough, a motion of his wraps it up around your neck almost entirely. You feel shivers down your spine and straighten up your posture to the sudden bit of force he applies. 

“No, of course not… All I meant is, it was a complication. I don’t think I’d make it if it wasn’t for you.” You admit, your eyes gleaming through the dim light of the chandelier and gazing through his icy crimson eyes. Wesker’s free hand reaches out for your face, grabbing your cheeks between his fingers in a calm yet firm motion; it lifts your face and now you have no other option but to stare deep into his soul-eating eyes.

“Of course you wouldn’t. But then again, that’s what I was there for, hm?” He moves that bit of your hair from your face, wanting to see some more of you. The obscure gleam his eyes get anytime he lays them onto you is a terrifying feeling; not every man you met had enough power to unsettle you. In fact, none, till Albert. Till much before the weird chemistry and the hidden undertones to every aspect of communication between the two of you became unbearable, and you started falling for his disgraceful tongue, the desirable words he’d use against you. You started delivering yourself even further. If someone asked you when did it come down to becoming his personal object of pleasure - his slut, as he’d say himself, you wouldn’t know how to answer. The truth is, this has been happening for too much time now.

You get apprehensive, yet excited - he’s right. He wouldn’t leave you behind, he’d be right there when you needed him. You’re not that foolish - you know his goals are the highest peak of his life, but you definitely made your way to the top tier of his prized possessions, and you know that because it is for you he looks when he’s in need; it is for you he calls. Is that a good thing?

“Hm… you were keeping track of me all of the time? It didn’t look much like.” You ask, your eyes never really leaving his as they burn you in the gratitude facade he keeps whenever talking to you. You look suspicious for a moment, almost like you don’t believe him, like you accuse him of putting you through this risk. This man is a monster; you fell for those pretty lies he tells you; he plays you like a game, and you for one is having too much fun to let go.

“Oh, but I always am.” His thumb brushes your plump lips lightly, you feel fire spreading up across your thighs, a fluttering feeling brushing the walls inside you; your heartbeat speeds up ever so slightly, fact that doesn’t come unnoticed by his superhuman senses, almost like he can hear it - ba-dum, ba-dum. He smiles, a wicked grin, his laugh came out as a little nasal sigh. “Is this defiance I’m sensing right now? Are you mad at me?”

His demeanor is calm, calculated as it usually is; it doesn’t make you any less apprehensive now. Your heart beats faster. You regret doubting him.

“I’d never. You know so.” You refute, as quickly as you can. Your hand calmly reaches for his wrist, trying to ease the pressure he’s applying onto your cheeks right now; he doesn’t.  

"Then give me a kiss." he purrs, his voice filled with an unsettling cruel sense of amusement from the fear he can sense from you; not too much, not enough to make you run away from him, just enough to remind you of your place here. 

Your body leans towards his tall figure, you're devoid of self-preservation when it comes to him; your hand on his wrist seems to anticipate what comes next, when before you can even reach for his lips, his grip around your neck worsens and the air starts to feel thin around you; he doesn’t choke you enough to make you faint, he likes seeing you struggle, and there you are: this pathetic little thing struggling to find some air through his big slender hand, when he didn’t even bother taking off his gloves to touch you skin to skin.

“Where is my kiss, bunny?” He asks, his eyebrows furrowing in a psychopathic face of false pity. You struggle to talk, why do you like this? You feel adrenaline rushing through your veins, the need of winning or at least passing through this game of power he forces you through. “You can’t speak? Pathetic little whore, let me give you some help then.” 

In a sudden and calculated motion, he roughly picks you up by your neck and slams your body against the big dinner table. A cracking sound echoes through the room as his wine glass shatters on the ground, and the chairs move around by his motion. You gag as you desperately look for some air till relief washes over you when he finally loosen up enough so you can pull oxygen in again. You don’t allow a single tear to form in your eyes, no, not yet.

“Now now, I don’t like it when you defy me like this, bunny, just when I complimented your complacency?” He speaks out again while you still try to recompose, slight red handprints appearing across your neck; his red eyes wander over it with a sense of pride, his smile fades like it never existed. He’s sternly piercing at you now, an expression that makes it very clear he pities your struggle.

“It wasn’t my intention, Wesker-” You cough, your gaze following his; your eyes seem to be looking for his although he avoids them for your own torture. Wesker lays his forehead against your shoulder, his free hand lifts the hem of your shirt only enough so he can brush the bare skin of your waist. You thrill, intensely. A weird feeling starts taking over your stomach. “I really thought I’d die in that place.” You admit in a whisper, your voice comes out as a breath that hits hot against his neck skin. As your cheek brushes through his sharp jaw extension, his smell invades your nostrils - male cologne, expensive. 

“You’re suggesting then it was too much for you to handle?” He asks in a whisper against your ear, and you almost let out a warm, low groan in a response.

“No. I can handle it, I can take everything. That’s not- I guess I just-” You interrupt

yourself; his body is way too close to yours, he towers over you, you’re sitting over the edge of that table now with your legs around his waist - you feel something sparkling inside of your belly once again; your core throbs to the simple thought of his proximity to you, his cocks proximity to you. It’s so close, barely there, only a piece of fabric. Your entire body starts feeling weirdly hot, warm, burning desire consuming you as his hand starts pulling you closer, getting rid of any space between the two of you. You can barely breathe right now, What’s with me now? What the fuck…

“You just what, bunny, babbles, rubbish, foolish things, shut up. Talk straight to me.” He orders, and you can sense from his voice tone that he has a devious smile on his face now. Wesker squeezes your waist tight against him, his fingers now digging onto your skin, his lips brushing against your collarbone and you can’t hold the air in your lungs becoming tight in your throat; you let out a needy sigh, a whimper; please undress me. Please, undress me, fuck me, I’m burning up, I can’t take this, please. 

It was at the moment your mind cracked you finally perceived that although you’d tremble just at the thought of Wesker’s cock pushing hard onto your tight walls, that was not a normal reaction of your body. Not by far.

“What did you do to me- ahn.” You ask, your face flushing red, your entire body seems to be out of your control, you’re sweating and catching your breath. He laughs at your weakness. 

His hands start rubbing up your legs, your exposed thighs, grabs tight onto them - his fingers digging like he feels like hurting you today. You moan, incapable of holding your own reactions out; he smirks, raising up your skirt to your waist in a slow, precise motion. Haven’t come to your realization so far, that  you’re not wearing panties.

You can’t be angry at him. You can’t possibly concentrate on anything else but the wave of pleasure you feel at any slight move of his. Wesker pulls his hands back.

“Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? Brushing this needy little cunt of yours against me, you’re wetting my pants, slut.” He reprehends you, standing straight, not moving a muscle now. You look up at him, your eyes shining with need and your mouth watering in, your pussy aching for the touch he denies when he takes his hands off of you.

“Please.” You beg, realizing your hips are pushing against the hardened shape in the bulge of his social pants, staining it with your slick; he barely moves against you, his eyes locked onto your exposed throbbing cunt. 

“You don’t deserve it.” He growls, before his hand palms your navel and starts brushing up your skin to your stomach. Wesker raises the hem of your shirt up enough so he exposes your breasts now and takes a handful of one; without a warning, his grip tightens and you feel your drugged sensitive body squirm in pain, projecting upwards, and your cunt throbs once again as you babble incoherently. “Is my little bunny in heat now?” He whispers against your ear as he bends down to you. 

Thinking you can’t endure another second of this torture, your own hand trails down a path down your belly, and your fingers spread your folds - your middle finger parting them, rubbing at your own knob trying to give yourself some sort of release. He notices what you’re doing by the mewl you let out.

“Disgusting shameless slut…”

His hand grabs yours, stopping you from that momentary relieving pleasure. You whine once again, the heat you feel almost making you come to that very slight touch of his hand against your clit when he holds you. 

“I’m begging.” You pathetically whimper with teary eyes, aching for some more of his touch and as you do, you feel through his pants a throbbing spasm of his stiff cock. His hips push against you willingly this time in a lustful motion and he grunts, expliciting his arousal for seeing you cry. Psychopathic monster. You love that about him. “Wesker, please fuck me. i don’t need anything else just, I- oh-” 

“Shh.” He whispers, and his hand reaches up covering your mouth by grabbing on your cheeks, sushing you, and pushing you sitting up once again. As he does pull back from you, he sits back at the chair you were sitting before, and manspreads; the abrupt motion makes you fall on your knees in between his legs, and he leaves your face. “Earn it.”

You didn’t need a second to start desperately unbuckling his belt, unzipping his pants and setting free his long, throbbing length; it swings up and slaps against his navel, craving for you as you take it all in your small hands and start pumping it. 

Wesker’s obscure crimson eyes watch over you as you struggle to fit his shaft in your mouth, a sloppy mess of saliva decorating the corners of your lips - soon enough, you find your way through. You moan against his skin with your mouth full, in slow, delicious movements like you’re having dinner.

He drops his head back, low and deep pleasure moans coming out of his mouth in a hum, almost like he refuses to give you intense reactions; he slaps you in the face, one, two, three times till you’re a mess with strands of your hair glued to your face.

“Oh- that’s right… Swallow me, fuck- stop, hmm- stop.” He groans, before grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling you back with contained brutality. “Open up.” He orders, and you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out to him; he gathers some saliva in his mouth and spits it against your tongue, to which you willingly swallow. “Whose slut are you?”

“Yours.” You answer quickly enough, and he smirks, straightening up and tapping his lap. 

“Show me then.” He commands, and you finally and desperately hop on his lap, both thighs around him, your hands looking for support around his shoulders which he quickly refuses by grabbing them both together by the wrists on your back. 

With a move of your own hips and without any kind of tactile support, you guide your entrance onto his cock, your head flying back as you feel the warmth of his tip brushing against your dripping wet folds now; you rub yourself against him a couple times and your legs tremble to the shock of pleasure that quickly ran through your lower belly. Without any patience or restraint left in yourself now, you slide down his hard shaft deep inside your walls until your back meets his thighs. 

Your hips start rolling forward against him, his cock stretching your tight walls, a sound echoing through the dining room each time your skin meets his; he pants, squeezing his jaw and tightening his grasp on your wrists.

“Good fucking bitch- ah- so tight-” He groans, one of his hands grabbing painfully onto your waist and guiding you harder each second, his mouth quickly taking over one of your breasts that swing freely in front of him. 

You swear you’re losing your own conscience when your movements are hard enough for you to feel his tip hitting hard against your womb, a painful but pleasure soft spot for you; he thrusts against you again, again, and again, your mind goes blank and you let out a painful lustful moan as you bury his cock deep within yourself once more - hitting your edge, that point where you start feeling your insides twitching and your clit quivering in your deep orgasm.

“God- fuck!” You feel your legs weaken from both the pleasure and your effort, and Wesker uses his hips to lift you up only enough so he can pump his cock inside you a few more times, his face flushed red in effort, the veins in his temples showing up as he twitches his stomach muscles and feel his body contracting once he finally and deliciously releases his hot cum inside you, in spaced spurts of his cock.

He lets go of your hands as you collapse over him with your body exhausted and a bit dizzy, possibly by a residual effect of the drug he gave to you. You close your eyes for a moment, nearly fainting against his chest; 

Wesker holds you firmly, and slowly pulls out from you, fixing you over his lap trying to keep you steady and you give a little mumble in return, your forehead still a bit sweaty from all the effort and the drug withdrawing from your body, slowly,

“You need to rest, don’t you, bunny?” He asks, standing up and fixing his pants in place as he carries you like a bride around his mansion hallways, his hand slowly rubbing your shoulder in hopes you’ll relax and not experience terrible collateral effects now that the drug one is going away for good. “Let’s see how your body reacts… We need to get you prepared for the experimentation, don’t we?” He asks with a clever smile on his lips.

You can’t catch up with his talking, nor hear what he still has to say to you lastly for your body’s too weak and you’re almost fainting. 

He carefully lays you on his own bed and covers your body, fixing the pillow cozily under your head. He observes you for a couple moments, proudly; 

“You’ll be my best creation…” He mutters, caressing your cheek with the back of his fingers. “Rest well, bunny.”

[gothghostiie]

Could you write something about reader losing their anal virginity to Wesker?? :(( preferably re5?

Love your work🌸

yes!! gonna take a more gentle approach for this one, lmk if you want a rough one💓

wesker is so gentle with this, laying you on your stomach with a pillow under your hips after a nice long bath with him. drizzling plenty of lube on your tight little hole and his fingers, carefully rubbing it with his fingertips before easing one finger inside while you whine softly:(( he slowly wiggles it in further, until it's all the way in, gently moving it in and out until you're relaxed around it

slowly adding another finger, opening your hole while you whimper into your pillow, hugging it tightly. he scissors you open, making you a moaning mess, pushing back to him, begging him for another finger which he gladly gives you. the slightly burning stretch is nothing compared to how good hes making you feel:((

no matter how much you beg for his cock though, he won't fuck you until you're nice and loose- though when you finally are he lubes up his already slick cock, dripping some more on your hole before lining his thick tip up and slowly pushing in, stretching you even more:((

hes patting your head, caressing your back and whispering sweet nothings while bottoming out, your eyes roll back in pleasure:(( he fucks slowly and gently unless you ask him to go harder, moaning how good you feel:((

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

There is no rush

Note: It's been a while since I wrote something for our husband, so have some smut lol. Also, to be honest, the interactions on this blog have been kinda low lately, and I'm a little unmotivated to write. Maybe I'm shadowbanned, so it would mean a lot to me if you would reblog and comment. Thank you! 💖

Pair: Albert Wesker x F!Reader;

Plot: the reader is sitting on Albert’s lap and things get steamy 👀.

Word count: 605;

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Imagine you’re on top of Wesker, head buried in the crook of his neck, and your lips travel every inch of his skin, either biting or kissing depending on your desire. He leans his head back to give you more access, and he will occasionally whimper or tell you what a fantastic job you’re doing.

His hands would rest on your hips with a tight grip, encouraging you to rub against his growing erection. He’s getting harder with every roll of your hips, and the feeling makes your knees weak. You want him so bad that your mouth is no longer coordinating the kisses and biting. Instead, you give him sloppy little kisses as you’re a little busy moaning and telling him how much you want him inside you.

"Please, Albert, I need you…"you whispered.

"I know, my love, I need you too…" his soft voice gave you comfort, so you let yourself be in his care.

His hand gently slid under your body and then into his sweatpants. Seconds later, he pulled out his hard cock, which he positioned at your entrance. You moved your panties to the side and lowered yourself over it, a satisfied moan escaping your lips.

"Just like that…" he said as you started to move up and down, feeling as his shaft stretched your tight hole. It was a pleasant feeling nonetheless, and once you managed to take all of him, you began to bounce a little faster.

It didn’t take long until both of your bodies were synchronized in perfect rhythm. Wesker had a tight grip on your hips as he pounded inside you at high speed. Your hands were resting on his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh. He didn’t mind, tho, he liked when you were a little rough with him.

Your lips were glued to one another in a messy, passionate kiss. Both of you were breathing hard and covered in sweat, but still, none of you wanted to change positions. It just felt so goddamn good.

And the release was just as expected. His grip tightened so hard on your hips that the skin turned red underneath his fingers, and with a final deep thrust, he came inside you, coating your interior in his thick, hot fluid. You clenched around him as you came, milking him of every single drop. After that, you collapsed on him, and he hugged you tightly. One of his arms began to caress your back while the other massaged your neck, and he kept whispering sweet words into your ear.

"I love you." He said, making your heart throb with joy.

"I love you too, Albert." You pressed your lips over his in a quick kiss, and then you buried your head back in the crook of his neck. You could stay like that forever, smelling his scent and having his shaft inside you. Judging by how tightly he held you, he felt the same way.

None of you wanted to split, and somehow you felt a warm sensation in your lower belly. You shyly started to move your hips and smiled when you felt Wesker getting hard again.

"You want to go again?" He asked with a smug face, biting your earlobe.

"Hmm," an affirmative hum escaped your lips, which made Wesker flip you on your back. And so he started to thrust inside you again, very slowly, while looking at your beautiful face. You cupped his cheeks and stared back at those beautiful blue eyes of his.

You both started slow and increased the pace gradually. It was alright, none of you were rushing.

Tag list: @shadow-wolf510 @skylar-todd @alewesker @rokurodokuro (if you want to be added dm me)💖

Also, check out my previous smut (part of kinky prompts series) with Leon x Reader x Luis 👀

[r0llerblad3]

GET READYYYYY!(i wanna cry)

Okay so I have a Wesker x reader story that I have been neglecting for almost a year now and it’s just about done! It should reales latter tonight or tomorrow, it just matters if I’m feeling in the mood to write-

[aceviscontiswife]

Danny, Wesker, and Deathslinger with a survivor boyfriend who gets blushy and flustered at the slightest physical contact? Literally the "hand-holding is so lewd" memes but condensed into a person. Wouldn't mind a bit of 18+ content sprinkled in, too, if you get the inspiration for it.

So I’ve done something very similar to this with the Deathslinger, so for the sake of not reusing old works, I’m not going to be using him for this. I love Deathslinger, so I apologize!!

Amab! Reader. Warnings: Some suggestiveness, talk of handjobs/sex.

• Danny honestly thinks it’s a bit funny. The slightest bit of contact and you’re a blushing, flustered mess—melting under his touch. He wasn’t one for PDA until you came along, now there’s constantly an arm around your waist, hand holding yours, anything Danny can do to have his hands on you.

• While Danny finds your reactions to his touch absolutely adorable, he won’t deny that it turns him on. If this is how you react to a hand around your waist… Danny could only imagine how you’d feel about his hand in your pants. The second he gets you alone, be expecting a complete shift in his personality. Wherever he can get you, whether that be pinned against a wall or on the bed, Danny’s hands are going to be all over you. He’ll whisper the dirtiest things in your ear, watching and relishing as you squirm under him, moaning and panting under his touch.

• Now, with all of this said, expect Danny to make fun of you. Not in a way that’s ill-intended, but simply in his very-own, special Danny way. He loves you, something completely new to him, and poking fun at you is how he shows it. He’ll say things like ‘You act so tough, but we both know the second I touch you you’ll melt.’ Or, specifically when he first noticed your reactions, ‘Blushing and stuttering all because I’m holding your hand?’ Followed by a laugh, as well as a shine in Danny’s eyes that hardly prepares you for what he does the second you’re alone.

You were alone at the survivors’ campfire, resting after a long ‘day’ of trials. The silence was comforting, well-needed after all you’d experienced today. You had almost dozed off, when suddenly a pair of arms wrap around you from behind. You immediately recognize the black leather gloves and long sleeves as Danny’s, your cheeks flushing red as his hands gently squeeze your sides. “Hello, handsome.” Danny says, pulling his mask to the side just enough to expose his lips before leaning down and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You stutter out a hello, which only makes Danny chuckle and wrap his arms around you tighter, pulling you back against his chest.

“I love how you react to my touch. All of this… just for me.” While others would consider his comment a tad possessive, but his words were only adding fuel to the fire growing inside of you. His hands trail down your side, now hovering over your clothed member, which twitched and strained against your pants as Danny spoke up. “You know exactly what you do to me don’t you, y/n?”

• Oh, you best believe Wesker is using this to his advantage. While he might not express just how much he likes your flustered reaction to even the slightest touch, you can tell it drives him wild. Like Danny, once he realizes, he will have his hands on you whenever he can.

• Now, unlike you, Wesker has little to no physical reaction to touch. It’s as if nothing even happened, really. Inside his head, however, Wesker is ready to take you right then, right there. His touch is how he shows he owns you, so if you were to take his hand in yours? Be prepared for Wesker to fuck you senseless, no matter where you are.

• Wesker won’t necessarily make fun of you, he doesn’t have the time for that, but he will comment on your flustered state. If you’re into it, Wesker will degrade you, especially during sex. If not, he will shower you in praises. Seriously, Wesker just likes seeing you blush and squirm under his touch! It fills him with an indescribable sense of power and dominance; which is something Wesker… probably has enough of already, but hey, it just means he’ll fuck you all the better. 😉

It was another trial, but at least this time you were with Wesker. Roaming through the halls of RPD, you heard your heartbeat pick up and knew he was around. You were waiting in his office, your eyes lighting up when you finally spot him. Stained with the blood of your teammates, Wesker makes his way to you and pulls you into a very unexpected hug. His hold was possessive, tight… enough to have your face heating up and your body practically under him. He leans down until his lips were even with your ear, breath tickling your skin as he whispers.

“I missed you, my pet. I missed watching you blush and stutter under my touch... didn't you?" Wesker hums, the shaky sigh that escapes your lips telling him all he nees to know. His hands slide down to your ass, pressing your hips against his. You gasp, blood rushing to your member as Wesker presses a kiss to your neck. "I knew you did."

---

So sorry for the disappearance! I know I make a lot of excuses, but I promise I mean them all. I work at a barn that puts on camps for children throughout the months of June-July, so I'm very busy during those times. I have one final camp next week, so hopefully after that my works will pick back up again.

[grnherbs]

captain wesker praising s.t.a.r.s rookie!reader

(set before re!) and this is SO self indulgence bc I'm writing a uni dissertation rn 🫶

not too sexual but mdni please!!

"did you finish your report?" your boss leans down by your ear, his scent filling your nose and you take a subtle breath, watching his toned arms either side of your body, nodding and moving to look up at the blonde man before you.

"yes, sir" you politely smile to him and his sly, teasing grin sends a chill down your spine.

"good girl" he places a gloved hand on your shoulder and you almost moan outloud, the blush falling on your cheeks and that's when it hit you, you'd do anything for weskers praise, anything for you boss.

you were the youngest of the s.t.a.r.s team and you wanted so desperately to please the older man, show him how good you really could be.

he pulls a chair up, so close his legs are spread either side of the chair and he leans in again, his breath hot on your neck, skim reading over your shoulder, an approving nod from him had you squirming in your chair. "keep this up dear, and I'll just have to reward you" the drawl of his voice was practically cruel between your legs, all you could do was nod, eyes glancing over his shirt, the s.t.a.r.s emblem, pulled taught against the muscles that rippled with his movements.

he slides the gloved hand through his blonde hair, slicking it back once more. his other hand landed by yours on the mouse as he scrolled through the report. once finished, he stood up, pushing the chair back, leaning into your ear once again. "this is why you're my favourite girl" and then he was gone, you let out a deep shaking breath and you swear you could hear his chuckle as he sauntered away.

...

god, you wanted to fuck your captain.

[slifarianhawk]

Chapter 22: Beg for me (smut)

We returned to my room and Albert gently set me on my bed. his strong arms draped over my shoulders. his cologne fills my nostrils as I felt his breath against my neck.

"My dear lotus, I must admit I missed you and your perfect body." Wesker purred in my ear, "Do not worry my dear. I don't blame you for what that rotten bastard did to you, my perfect queen. Nor do I find you any less divine. I made sure that bastard got what he deserved. No one hurts my dear lotus and lives."

My heart skipped a beat. He was trying to seduce me. Gods I forgot how much of a smooth talker he was. His voice sent shivers down my spine. He pulled me into his chest and moved the collar of my shirt over biting me on the sweet spot of my neck. Just as in my dream, he remembered where the sweet spot on my neck was.

"Mmmm but Albert we haven't been with each other for years. Are you sure about this?" I asked him, biting my lip and stifling my moan.

"My precious lotus all the years apart just made me crave your scent and touch even more. I am sure about this, as sure as I am that Uroboros will change everything for us," he said shoving his hand into my panties and began flicking my clit with two of his gloved fingers.

I gasped at his motions "Albert, please mmmm! Let's think about this."

Dipping his fingers straight into my damp pussy he chuckled darkly, "now my darling Lotus do not deny what your body is telling you to do go on. Beg for me like you used to. Beg for me to spread and torture your little cunt. Admit you want me to fuck you to thoughtlessness. Tell me who your heart belongs to my dearest."

He started to curl his fingers coaxing the G-spot. As he had his fingers deep inside my folds, he pulled his glove off of his other hand with his teeth. With a crooked smile, he lifted off my shirt exposing my pale heavy chest. With his disrobed hand, he grabbed my supple breast and squeezed it.

I let out a loud moan, "A-Albert ahh gods, mmmm mmm," with a whimper I shivered out the one word he wanted to hear, "please."

"Oh, what is this? Did you say something my dearheart?" his smirk grew into a lustful smile, "I could not quite hear you, little lotus."

"Please Albert, my husband please, please, please Captain Wesker," I uttered.

It was barely even noticeable but I felt Albert tense up behind me. There was a deep growl from his chest. The next thing I knew, my face was on the mattress, and my pants along with my underwear lived gone. Soon another gloved finger joined the other two that were massaging my G-spot and started to pump in and out of my pussy.

He rolled me over and started to devour my snatch. A mix of growls and a strange purr-like sound filled the air. His skilled tongue quickly lapped at my clit and dove deep into my cunt. While his fingers milked the tangy nectar from my slit.

"You are cumming quite a bit my dirty lotus. I can tell how badly you missed my cock. My dear lotus, I am going to fill you to the brim and make you scream my name." he said pulling his face from my slit," come here dearheart, come to your captain.

I sat up quickly and kisses him on the lips our tongues tangling with each other as I cleaned my slick off his tongue. I was barely able to breathe from the passion of the kiss. when we separated I was panting.

"Albert, my kingly God please Fuck me. Help me erase all the disgusting memories of Sergei." I pleaded to stare into his smoldering orange eyes.

He shoved me onto my pillows and pinned my wrists to my headboard. His glowing eyes stared into mine. It was so intense, the synergy between our heated gaze made me melt.

I was lost deep in the fire of Albert's eyes, "my God, don't hold back on your worshipping wife."

I felt a sharp sting on my face, "my goddess is what you are. Never under-evaluate yourself in my presence," he said in a domineering voice while rubbing where he had slapped.

It pp Io

I looked up at him and noticed he was only missing his coat, gun harness, and a single glove.  This left me with a naughty idea.

"Albert, my God, please show me how refined and sophisticated your body is," I pleaded from underneath him.

I hear the purr come from his chest as he rends his shirt from his torso, revealing a well-chiseled body. His pecks are nice and firm. His abs were a washboard six pack truly what you would expect of one who calls himself a god.  He slid down his pant and silken boxers to reveal his strong eight-inch cock standing at attention.

Albert put on his signature crooked smile, "Like what you see my lotus?"

I quickly nodded as he placed his hand on my neck and tightened his grip. the lack of air heightened my sense as he lined his massive cock up with my slit.

"I am going to make you feel so good my dear lotus,  I will make you cum like you never have before!" Albert shouted as he quickly chomped down on my neck and slammed into my pussy.

I gasped as Wesker slammed into my pussy hitting my cervix. His speed was staggering. All my nerves were being stimulated as Wesk pounded deeper and harder.

I ground my body against him. My heavy tits into his abdomen. With a quick reaction, I wrapped my legs around his perfect ass and sank my claws into his back.

His pace kept increasing in intensity. The pleasure was intoxicating. My pussy spasmed in ecstasy.

"mmm, my dear lotus your cunt is so tight it's just as I remember it. I could keep you tied up like this, thirsting for me with no completion if you would like?" Albert said smugly.

"PLEASE NO FUCK ME TILL I CUM PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU, MY LOVE!!!" I shouted not caring who heard.

My head was tingling and my vision was blurry from the bliss Albert was providing me. He reached down and started to massage my clit with three fingers as he was thrusting faster and harder.

He whispered in my ear, "Cum for me my lotus, I want you to come undone for me. Let me judge how much you love me!"

I pushed Wesk onto his back and started to ride on his incredible cock. Clamping my pussy down on it felt like Eden. It was just me and him entangled in pure unadulterated paradise. Not long after I felt the coil in my stomach snap. The pressure was released and I squirted all over Albert's dick and abs.

"Good little lotus! Let me reward you, you will be so full Excella would be beyond jealous," he said nipping the shell of my ear and flipping me back underneath him.

His pace became rough and a constant slamming into my cervix. I threw my head back in awe. I was losing it. His dick was hitting each nerve ending.

"Albert! My god! Please cum inside me!" I shouted.

"As you wish my dear lotus," he smirked leaning down to kiss me as his pace hastened. Within minutes Albert came deep inside. Cum all over my insides.

Wesker pulled out and laid out next to me. His semen dripped from my cunt.

"I love you, Albert Wesker."

"And I love you my dearest sweetest most pure lotus. Now rest I have some work I must attend to; however, I will stay till you fall asleep my dear."

And he did just that. His arms stayed wrapped around me and he purred sweet nothings into my ears. Within minutes, I fell asleep.

[mothxmoons]

naga wesker this, vampire Wesker that

I want Neko Wesker to go into a rut!!!

;)

Your cat hybrid boyfriend is probably the most highest maintenance but lowest maintenance boyfriend you could ever have. Needy to the core when he’s in heat especially. He doesn’t nest but he does gather all the blankets on the bed to make a nice little warm den underneath the covers. And god save you the moment you walk through the bedroom door, because once you’re in the room there is no returning for the next week.

His grunts and moans are the first thing you’ll hear walking in, borderline whining as he rutted against whatever he can get his hands on. Hands clenched as he grips the fabric beneath him, Wesker is not himself anymore. He’ll manhandle you onto the bed, ripping apart your clothing because taking them off would take too long. He’d use you for hours on end and when you were too overstimulated, he’d use your mouth to his heart’s content. Better get comfortable in a position because he will not stop until he’s satisfied for the day, and it’ll take a lot to do so.

Hours on hours and by the end of it, he’s asleep and you’re covered in sweat, thighs, stomach and mouth sticky with his cum. You could barely feel your legs, even laying down next to him trying to catch your own breath as he slept.

Better get used to it quick though. He’s going to have you in the morning as well.

[gothghostiie]

an Idea I had: post Uroboros world takeover, Wesker discovers he has a cult of followers somewhere. It’s been a few years since complete global saturation, so they’ve had time to set up shop. Amused and more than a little endeared by the fact that already he has worshipers, he goes to investigate.

You happen to be a pretty shrine maiden in this little cult. Your job is to tend to the offerings and rituals done in Wesker’s name, and on the night he investigates, he finds you kneeling before an altar dedicated to him, praying. He reveals himself to you, the most enthralling little thing he’s seen in years, and decides that every God needs a consort, no? And you’re in no position to refuse a direct order from your deity, not that you at all want to resist when he tells you to sink to your knees and undo his belt…

MHHHHHHH I love shrine maiden shit. it just hits so fucking good

he cups your jaw with his leather glove and you just stare up at him in awe because hes your god and you have the honour to personally meet him - and not only meet him but he wants you. so of course you eagerly open his pants to have his cock practically spring out at you, already semi hard and slightly glistening and GOD its better than you ever could have imagined.

he praises you as you take his size so well, his taste is so intoxicating (though you may be a little biased there). he sits down on the steps of the altar, legs spread as he leans back, hand on your head to guide you. "taking your god so well... such a good little thing, arent you?" he coos while breathing heavily.

you make a point to let him cum on your face because serving your God is something you should be proud of and everyone should be able to see <3

[yanderestarangel]

♡ — 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."

©𝙔𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙇 2023