#I love Wesker!!!

[xxether-nanoemikoxx]

How disappointing is RE5 as a horror game chat? It’s a really fun action game. I love it but I mean, only part that had me really shitting my pants was the bit with the bugs maybe.

Especially the Wesker parts (ignoring how bad he was incorporated into the story, sorry i love you RE5) his sections could have been so scary.

Imagine walking down a dark corridor with a flashlight and you just see glowing red eyes go by but nothing happens. Meanwhile you’re listening to Wesker taunt Chris while he is obviously hunting Chris down. (like the Ruins in RE4make but uh, not as short)

And it isn’t a game of avoid Wesker so he doesn’t kill you, it’s find Wesker to kill him. Because finding the thing that can kill you is way more scary than knowing where it is.

I just think that RE5 could have been such a good horror game and it WASNT and that makes me sad.

[moodyspoodys]

One time a Wesker really wanted me dead, all it took was a few flashbangs (I was guilty as charged)

[raz0rvampire]

Me and bro

[apllecrash]

soo... seven minutes?

[cry4nne]

[weskie]

O Captain, My Captain! (Albert Wesker x gn!Reader)

18+ | 2100 words, dubcon, gunpoint blow job, sex fantasies, gender neutral reader, wesker being a little shit but somehow still a lil soft | Fic Directory

original request

You always were his favorite.  So smart and perceptive, sharp and witty.  Of course you would be the one to find him first.  It almost pained him to devastate you in such a way.  To see the way your face fell when those words left his mouth.

“I’ve always been with Umbrella.”

The way you whispered his title in disbelief when he pointed his gun at you was… perplexing.  He figured you’d have one of your usual wise-cracks to chuck at him.  Instead you–

“I trusted you, I–” You quiver, staring down the barrel that could spell your undoing in a mere flash. Your eyes dart back and forth between him and the tank containing the Tyrant.  “Please don’t kill me…” 

Beautiful, isn’t it?  Wesker thinks to himself.  He wonders what you must think of his good work.  What you must think of everything.  

Deep down, he doesn’t want to do this. In fact, it had been his plan to grab you before death could take you in some twisted form or another.  You were the only one he wasn’t keen to place in this experiment.  He fully intended to run off with you in his arms, play the hero, whisk you away to safety and maybe finally allow some of his affections free to make an attempt at something more.  You weren’t supposed to find him.

You’ve certainly dashed his plans.  So what now?  

“I’ll do anything!”

Of that, he’s certain.  Most people staring down the barrel of a gun would say the same.  Perhaps…

Now that’s a thought.

“Anything?”  He asks with a cock of his head.  “And just what could you do for me, my dear?”  The corner of his mouth twitches in a small smirk as the term of endearment hits you.  He saunters forward, handgun still trained on you.  Little do you know he’d clicked the safety on before raising it toward you to begin with.

It’s precious how you shiver under his gaze.  Like you know exactly what he’s thinking, or you’re at least partly aware of it.  

This situation has obviously ruined his plans to pursue you once the dust had settled.  Perhaps he should take what he can get now while he’s got the opportunity.  Sure there’s terror in your eyes, but he’s seen the way you looked at him before.  The glint in your gaze, the pining glances and shy smiles.  Wesker was no fool.

But he is an opportunist.

“I don’t kno–”

“Oh, but I think you do.” He purrs, pressing the muzzle under your chin to force you to look right into his eyes.  He glides his thumb across your lower lip, tongue peaking out to wet his own.  “Ah, ah… Don’t squirm.  You wouldn’t want my finger to slip, would you?”  It isn’t even on the trigger.  He smiles sweetly as you take a breath to still yourself.  “That’s it, sweetheart.  Very good.”

You’re adorable like this.  Eyes wide, lower lip quivering beneath the pad of his thumb.  Wesker leans forward until his lips are next to your ear.

“I want you on your knees, my dear.  Think of it like a new training exercise– just you and me.”  His breaths fan against the shell of your ear, words shocking your eyes even wider.  He can hear you gulp in anticipation before you start to descend.  “Show your Captain what you can do, hm?” The sight alone has him twitching in his pants.  He’d never admit to the overflowing excitement in watching you kneel before him, knowing full well he was about to have you in a way he’s only dreamt of.  God, the thoughts he’s had of you– the way he’s come apart at mere fantasies all because of you…

His breath stutters as you work him free from his pants, halting entirely when you grasp his cock and stroke.  He can feel the tremble in your grip, so he smooths his free hand through your hair to coax you to relax.  He nudges you forward gently. 

He knows you can’t see his eyes behind the lenses of his glasses, but he almost wishes you could.  If you could only see the exhilaration in his eyes coupled with the lack of genuine hostility, maybe you wouldn’t be so afraid of the gun in his right hand.  Maybe you’d know it was all for show to keep you from getting any bright ideas.  And fuck, he could’ve dropped the damned thing the second your tongue grazed the underside of his tip.  It’s been so long since he’s been touched by another; he never has the time to even consider it with his double-triple-agent life. It’s almost embarrassing how sensitive he is to the warm wetness of your tongue.

But he needs more.

His fingers curl in your hair to pull you nearer– his signal for you to open wide and take him. He releases a shuddering breath when your lips wrap around him, descending nice and slow.  The sensation of you sucking him is simply beyond words, completely and utterly tantalizing in the way it combines with the hot drag of your tongue.

A soft moan works past his lips when that pesky gag reflex of yours makes your throat clamp deliciously around him.  He doesn’t let you pull off.  He can’t drop the facade quite yet– can’t be too gentle lest you get any stupid ideas.

“Ah, ah… Hold it.”  He breathes, fingers gripping tighter in your hair, pushing your head down.  “That’s it, dear…”  For all of your sputtering below, you manage to resist the need to release him by the time he finally jerks you back.  

He gives you a minute to gasp desperately before pressing the gun to your temple. Your eyes flutter open as if you'd forgotten the lingering threat.  Your pupils are blown and the way you squirm is all too obvious.

He knew you'd like this. 

Somewhere, deep past that layer of fear, there was a part of you so aroused by this that you couldn’t help but let it affect you.  Maybe, with his cock down your throat, you realized that this was what you’d always wanted too.  That all those sweet little looks you’d hide when he’d turn your way weren’t for nothing.  That your lust for your Captain was coming to fruition in an unorthodox way that was still just as delicious as whatever sinful thoughts you’ve kept of him all this time.

“I'm impressed. But you can do better for me, can’t you?”  Wesker’s eyes roll when you dive back in of your own accord, suckling and swirling the tip in a way that screams more than mere survival instinct.  It takes no time at all for him to give in and start with slow thrusts into your mouth.  Paired with the way he controls the bobbing of your head makes it truly like heaven itself.  Wesker could damn well forget everything– where he was, all that had happened, even the Tyrant mere feet away meant nothing right now.  Your little gags and chokes around his shaft ring like music to his ears, drowning out the hum of machinery preserving his subject, echoing in his mind to wash away every scream he’s heard since this mission began.

There’s just this.

Just you and him.

“That’s– mmh, that’s it!”  Wesker’s breaths grow heavier by the second and he presses the muzzle harder to your temple, wordlessly demanding that you keep up with those wicked glides of your tongue, keep swallowing his cock, keep fucking taking him.

His mask begins to slip with every weakening moan that was never meant to make it past his lips until finally– fucking finally– he holsters that damned gun and grips your head with his other hand, hips rolling until that familiar tightening sensation grows and grows and your name chokes breathlessly from his lips.  With one last sharp thrust, Wesker buries himself to the base, hands pulling your face flush to his groin as he paints your throat with his release.  His thighs quake and he can just barely register your hands grasping to still him.

He tries so hard to be quiet and maintain that perfect decorum of his, but it’s useless to try.  Not when he’s balls deep in your mouth, not when he knows he’s claimed you from the inside out.  He’s thought of this too many times.  Of how he’d have loved to have you on your knees under his desk back in his office.  You’d suck him just as sweetly as you’ve done now, one hand stroking the base of his cock while the other smooths up and down his leg.  He’d let you get him close– so fucking close. He’d let you get him right on the brink of losing himself and then kick away in his swivel chair and fuck you senseless on the desk.  He wouldn’t even care if the rest of the team could hear the sweet sounds you sing for him.  He’d fill you over and over again until his come leaks from you.  He’d kneel down and eat you clean just so he could fill you all over again.

Every fantasy flashes in his mind as the throbbing bliss tapers away.  This absolutely cannot be the last time he has you.  

It won’t be.

Wesker pulls out slowly, staring down intently to watch every inch slip free.  His thumbs wipe away at your tear tracks before kneeling to your level.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?”  He asks as if he hadn’t just put you in an impossible situation and made you think your only way out was to let him fuck your mouth.  He smiles at you, though, try as he might, he can’t quite manage that same wicked smirk he’d given you earlier.  The facade has faded, and he’s back to the same old Captain Wesker who used to hide his smiles at your quips.  The same one who now feels the tiniest pang of guilt at how spooked and used you look.

There's one last thing he needs from this moment. He couldn't possibly let it pass him by knowing he may never have the chance again. And, if he's lucky, you'll understand every unspoken word. 

Wesker leans forward, hands cupping your face to bring you into a kiss that was far from the depravity he'd shown you mere moments ago. Your squeak of shock is swallowed by him, and it's the perfect opportunity to wiggle his tongue into your mouth and explore to his heart's content– pleased to no end when you reciprocate.

“You've always been,” he pants between wet pecks to your lips, “my favorite of the bunch.”  One of your arms loops around his neck, and that’s when it hits him.

Cold steel presses beneath his jaw and he smiles against you, proud beyond measure that you'd pulled one over on him so easily. 

“Still trust me?”  He asks.

“Should I?”  You counter, panting softly against him.  He can see the way doubt blends with belief.  You’re the picture perfect specimen of indecision and he would just love to see your reaction to this…

“Go on.  Pull.”  Wesker murmurs. “Trust your Captain.”

When you make not even so much as a twitch to flinch from what you’d expect to be an exceptionally loud mess, he grasps your hand, finger creeping over yours to direct it onto the trigger.

How peculiar that, much like he’d done, you hadn’t even put it on there.

You look at him with wide eyes for the hundredth time since you found him, suddenly looking much more terrified than when he’d first aimed it at you.

“Wesker, I–”

Click.

You flinch for nothing, and Wesker simply gives you a smug grin as he watches you realize you were never truly in danger.  You run through a variety of emotions.  Anger, betrayal, disbelief, acceptance… 

“What's wrong, my dear?”  Wesker purrs, taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger.  “You didn’t think I’d actually kill you, did you?”

The look on your face elicits a deep, amused chuckle. 

“Foolish.  I suppose you’ll need to be made to understand just how deep my appreciation for you goes, hm?”  With his free hand, he removes his gun from your grasp before pushing you slowly onto your back.  Your chest heaves in anticipation, though you lack that deer-in-the-headlights look from earlier.

Good.

Wesker removes his glasses, placing them on your head to rest against your hair.

“Remember,” he whispers, leaning down to nibble at the side of your neck. “Trust your Captain.”

[eggnogtoast]

unserious p30 chris au doodles, and the duo that'd come of that. some thoughts about the au below the cut!

while jill's hair color changed because of the reaction her post-vaccine body had to the p30, i do think that it was still a considerable factor in how wesker stripped her of her identity; hair means a lot to a lot of people, so forcibly changing something so crucial to someone's appearance/identity definitely messes with their mind.

in the au, chris' hair is blond because i don't think it's too far of a reach to assume wesker would take it upon himself to strip chris of his identity the same way he did with jill.

there's also the fact of dyeing his hair being kind of an intimate act in a way? i see it the same way as shaving another person with a straight razor, or helping them tie something behind their back that they can't reach. there's a sort of trust and reliance that comes with acts like that, despite them not being very intense or heavy acts.

so i think that wesker making chris let him bleach his hair kind of follows that pattern; wesker's creating a situation where he makes himself seem selfless and caring by doing something for chris' "benefit," which leaves chris in a position of feeling like he needs to be grateful, both bc he's being looked out for and bc wesker must care for him if he's doing him this favor—even if he doesn't know why. it furthers his dependency on wesker, in a more subtle way.

anyway, i could go on, because i think there's a lot of nuance and stuff to this au, but i'll end it there for now :)

[funniestpersonalivefr]

couldn't leave you

wesker lives after the events of resident evil five but returns to find you mourning his death. mentions of character death and the grief that comes with that. not proofread, credit to image owner.

it felt like a scene from a movie. the day was cloudy and grey, providing the perfect atmosphere as you watched the empty coffin lower into the ground. tears fell from your eyes from behind the black veil you wore. your husband was dead.

the dirt was placed over the coffin, it was empty but it still brought pain to your heart. they hadn't even succeeded in finding a body to bring you closure. you didn't want to believe it but after the days passing turned into weeks and then into months the possibility of his death seemed more and more likely.

it was impossible for your mind to believe that albert wesker, the god of a man he was, could've died. his mortality never seemed to be a real factor in his life, you could've sworn he'd live forever.

the tombstone stated back at you, almost taunting you as you continued to read it over and over again.

in memory of albert wesker, a loving husband.

it felt official, he was gone. you couldn't help the tears that slipped from your face as you walked away from the grave as you went back to your car. almost as if the world around you knew how solemn of an occasion this was, the dark clouds began to let rain fall. it felt as though the sky was crying with you.

as you sat in the car, collecting yourself and wiping what tears remained in your eyes. you looked around briefly, you could've sworn you saw him. you blinked and he was gone.

your brain has to be playing tricks on you.

little do you know your husband was standing in the cemetery as you drove away. he approached the grave with a sigh. part of him couldn't help but wonder if it would be better to let himself die. he'd free you from the constant worry and the target that had been placed on your back when you married him but deep down no matter how selfish it may seem, he couldn't leave you.

you had found yourself back in the house you once shared with the love of your life, specifically you were curled up in his study. the study was truly his, his smell still lingered from the countless hours he spent slaving away at his research.

"oh albert, i wish you were here," you mumble into the couch that sat in his study. you had spent the nights following the news of his supposed death sleeping in this very room.

you were already drifting off to sleep, the exhaustion from crying finally taking its toll on your body. the front door unlocked and your ears barely picked up on it but your body was sent into full alert.

did whoever killed wesker decide to get you next?

you searched his office looking for anything you could use to defend yourself, settling on the fire poker. you tried to think of all the self defense tips your late husband had given you but all you could do is cower in a hiding spot by the door, hoping to maybe get the upper hand.

heavy footsteps approach and you raise the fire poker, bracing yourself to attack the intruder. the door opens and you swing, eyes closed as you wait for the impact.

"it's good to see you too, dear," a familiar voice speaks out.

your eyes open wide and you stare at the man in front of you. it was your husband, it was albert wesker. he had blocked your makeshift weapon with ease and it quickly slipped from your hands.

"albert? i thought you were..." you say, getting choked up as emotions overwhelm you. the blonde man pulls you into a hug, his arms wrapping around you tight as you begin to sob into his chest.

"shhh, i know," is all he can say as he jaw clenches shut. he's fighting his own tears at this point and he refuses to let that side of him slip, not now at least. you pull back, cupping his face as you cry. a smile crosses your face as you stare at him.

"it's you, it's really you," your tone is filled with disbelief and you can't help but pull him into a kiss. the kiss is desperate as you try to cement in your mind that this is real.

he kisses you back before pulling away, taking in your disheveled state. the two of you spend the next few hours in each other's arms in moments filled with love after he explains all he can about what happened.

his body is marked with horrendous burns that have torn away at his skin, albert won't let you see them. they're covered under numerous layers of bandages and he'd hate to hurt you anymore. albert's head rests on your chest as you comb through his blonde hair. you pretend not to notice when tears start to slip from his red fiery eyes.

his body is mangled and burnt and he's afraid. albert wesker is afraid of you leaving him, his body isn't the work of art it was before yet here he is in your arms.

you hum to him softly as you comb through his hair, you'll never understand how he managed to survive but you continue to thank any higher power for bringing him back to you. his breathing slows and albert wesker manages to fall asleep in your arms.

[poundstonaira]

Premonition - Albert Wesker x Reader

CW: PinV, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Age Difference, Doctor Reader, Good Albert Wesker, Doggy, Dubious Consent, Friendly Experiment, Porn with Plot, Possessiveness, Resident Evil 0 Wesker.

Word Count: 7,057

Song Inspiration : Moment by Victoria Moment

Summary: You should've known something was wrong as soon as your hard-headed, cold, hostile, and rude boss easily agreed to help you with your experiment for the effects of the new drug you developed by yourself. Yet, you ignored all worries and thought nothing of it. Silly you.

“Oh Dr. Wesker~” You sang behind your boss, tapping your red bottom pumps on the floor to get his attention even more. Since your boss was so stern and hostile all the time, you attempted to put effort into trying to get some physical emotion out of the man every time you greeted him. From your getting, he only turned his head to look at you with a straight face, but you could tell he was also looking at you in disgust from behind those black shades of his.

“What do you want?” He asked disinterestedly, his hands in his lab coat pockets, seeming as if he was eager for you to leave him alone. 

“To bother you.” You stuck your tongue at him. At this action, your boss started to walk away, not in the mood for your childish attitude. You quickly walked up behind him and tapped his shoulder. “I’m joking. I have developed a new supplement and I need someone to experiment on-” 

“Go ahead and find someone else to use. I am not your mutt.” Wesker stated bluntly, not looking at you. Hearing that stung a little bit, but that was the expected attitude coming from the man. It still wasn’t nice to hear. You started to think back on if this was all worth it, was it a good thing he doesn’t want to help you? You haven’t even told him the planned experiment yet and he’s already refusing to help you. Maybe this is a sign that you should get someone else to help you, just as he said. 

But it’s too bad, your young, persistent self refuses to accept this rejection. You stood firm and let out a huff. 

“You’re right, you’re not.” You started, which caused Wesker to turn around face you fully, his eyebrow raised in what seems like amusement. “You are my colleague. You’re my boss. Which means I think you should help me.” You finished, your eyes were squinted as you held your notepad tightly to your chest in hopes that he doesn’t reject you again.

Who are you kidding? He’s Albert Wesker. He’s a cold son of a bitch. Of course it’s going to be nearly impossible to get him to help you with anything. 

“What makes you think you have the privilege to ask me to do you any favors?” He questioned you and you could’ve sworn the side of his lip curved upward, as if he was trying to mock you. 

“If you help me, I’ll never bother you for anything again, not even trying to wear your stupid sunglasses.” You had to look away, pouting your lips. Now you were feeling cold sweat run down your spine. Was it really wise to call his glasses ‘stupid’? He wears them all the time, even when it is nighttime and underground.  

Wesker then lets out a deep sigh and adjusts his glasses.

“My sunglasses are not stupid but fine, get on with it.” 

Your eyes lit up, mouth slightly agape. There’s no way. Just like that? 

…

“You made a pill to enhance sexual performance? That already exists.” Wesker spoke as he took off his lab coat and put it on the hook near your desk. 

Your desk had a computer on it that was bluetoothed to the bed itself. When powered on, the computer tracks and sees sounds and images from the person who was on the bed, but that was only if they were unconscious. How did you engineer it to work? You don’t even know yourself.

“Correct but, the effect is different on the human body. The one I made first makes the body sleepy, then falls into a dormant state, after that, supposedly, the human will then have… suggestive dreams. Dreaming about their crush or significant other…” You had to look away due to immense embarrassment, your face got hot. “Erm… fucking them.”

Wesker took those black sunglasses off and side-eyed you so hard it felt as if he was ripping your soul apart with those aegean blue eyes of his. How beautifully damaging. You still feel them on you, even though you were looking away.

“You’re crazy.” Wesker let out a deep sigh. You look back to see Wesker running a hand through those luscious, blond locks of hair. The sight slightly made your heart swoon. It’s not as if you had a crush on your boss or anything, you just found him to be really attractive. Then again, what did I expect from a 23 year old woman?” 

“I get it, Albert. You’re touching 40.” Wesker shook his head.

“Hurry up, I want to go home.” 

“Never knew you were such a grumpy old man, doctor. It’s only 9PM.” You let out a dry laugh.

“You don’t know what it's like having two jobs, little girl.”  

“Anyways, here you go. Take it when you’re ready.” Once Wesker sat on the bed, you carefully eyed the blue capsule and a cup of water in his hands.

Nothing should go wrong. Matter of fact, you don’t think anything is going to happen to Wesker, considering how he has “superior” genes or whatever that means. 

Watching Wesker’s dream was like watching an unreleased sex-tape that had to stay private because of how lewd it was. You’ve never done half of the things he was imagining with you. 

You guys were both naked,your underwear, bra, your bodycon dress, red bottom pumps, and white lab scattered on the floor next to Wesker’s black clothing and his lab coat. You were posed like a nymphomaniac, on your hands and knees, looking back at your boss with a flushed, sensual expression on your face. Eyes squinted, mouth opened from panting, the aftermath of him eating you out.   

“I have waited a long time for this moment. I thought of you. What I would do with you. How many ways I could give you pleasure.” Through his black boxers, you could see how hard he was for you, he ached for you. His erection was so hard, you could’ve sworn that the fabric of the boxers had ripped just from the tip of it. And, damn was he big. 

It didn’t matter how many times you blinked or pinched yourself. What you were seeing on the screen was indeed, a combined build of almost everything your boss has been wanting to do to you. 

You saw him pull his boxers down to reveal his long length. You almost would have woken his actual body up with how loud you yelped at the sight of it on screen. You can’t even write any notes about your current experiment down because you were in absolute shock. This man was an absolute Greek god, or so you thought.

He was so eager that he didn’t even bother to tease your wet sex, he thrusted right into you with brute force, earning a loud, wanton moan from you. It didn’t cover up the wet, moist sound of him entering you, though.

“I was bewildered when you told me earlier that you were able to develop a drug all by yourself…” On the screen, you saw him give your hair a sharp tug as he thrusted into you again, you heard yourself yelp. “You’re such a good girl, doctor. I knew you could make me proud.” 

You were so stunned that tears threatened to leave your eyes. Your mouth was so wide open that you were practically drooling at the sight of yourself getting fucked by Wesker. There is just no way on this planet that Wesker out of all people thought of you like that. 

The stopwatch was currently at seven minutes in on the dot. You decided to try and write down some notes of how the experiment was going so far. But what would you even write down when you literally hear boss’s imagination of the dream him fucking you from behind? Not to mention his actual body on the bed is sweating, letting out loud, shaken breaths. His erection threatened to make a hole in the black slacks that he was currently wearing.

There was too much going on. And what would happen to you when your boss wakes up? Would he fire you? Would he punish you? You don’t even want to think about it. Then again, he did agree to this. But, you didn’t think that the blue capsule would have this much of an effect on him, you thought with how strong he was, how he rarely gets sick, ,and how superior his genetics are, nothing would have happened to him.

‘There is absolutely too much going on. I’m even scared to leave the room. Oh goodness gracious. What was I thinking?’  

It got even worse. With one hand, he held onto your hips, the other hand had already gone to your hair again, pulling it as he kept his brutal attacks to your sex. You heard yourself screaming in pleasure so loud, you could’ve sworn people in the other labs could hear you. You had to keep reminding yourself that it was only on the screen and not happening in real life. 

You could throw up right now with how overwhelmed you felt. You tried to ignore the warm pool you felt in your stomach but you couldn’t. Were you really getting aroused by watching your boss’ dreams? What was happening to you? Sure, Wesker was a fine man. You could even say he was crafted from the Gods themselves. He had it all; the height, the body, the grace, the voice, the aura, the abs for crying out loud. But, you have never stooped so low that you could even imagine yourself getting a chance to sleep with him. Not like this. This was purely by chance. 

Your legs felt weak and your body almost went limp as the noises of your whimpers and high pitched moans, combined with Wesker’s low growls and grunts. Hearing him and you was almost driving you mad at this point. You wanted to wake him up but you hesitated, not knowing what’ll happen to you if you did. At the same time, you were almost about to jump out the nearest window if you were to hear the sounds of your boss fucking the shit out of you for even a minute longer.

‘What have I done?’ You said to yourself, your hands now to your mouth again as you attempted to suppress another gasp. You could truly throw up right now.  

“I-I can’t take it anymore… I think I’m gonna come…” You heard yourself gasp, afraid that you couldn’t accommodate his body. Not like this, not when he gripped your hips and pulled your ass back toward, as he drove in relentlessly, ruthlessly into your tight channel once again. You were such a whimpering, whining, moaning mess under his touch. The sounds of skin slapping and the bed squeaking very loudly filled the room.

“That’s it, my gorgeous slut. Come for me. Burn for me.” He leaned to whisper into your ear, releasing a low chuckle right after, showing a devilish smile. You could’ve fallen to your knees at the sight. You were trapped in his hold, he took his time as he still continued his assault on your pussy. You saw your own tear-filled eyes trying to stay open, mouth slightly ajar with drool dripping from it, hands losing the strength to grip onto the sheets still. 

It seemed as if Wesker was fucking you so hard that you were about to pass out. 

‘Am I about to pass out?’ You thought to yourself, still watching in shock. 

You heard Wesker reach his climax as he let out a deep moan, panting right after. On the other hand, you actually passed out on the bed, covered in sweat as Wesker’s hands were still on you. He pulled out, his cum dripping out of you and on the bed between your legs. Drip. Drip. Drip.  

  ‘What the hell did I just watch?’ You blinked rapidly. Now staring at your boss' physical body, he cock got harder, from inside his pants, he was sweating himself, that handsome, sculpted face of his slightly twitched from what seems like both arousal and uncomfort. The screen turned off, which meant that Wesker is not dreaming anymore and that he will awaken soon.

Your whole body was shaking now. There were a plethora of emotions that you were feeling. But which exact emotion were you feeling precisely? Was it confusion? Were you shocked? Were you surprised? Were you disgusted that your boss basically dreamed of doing this to you? Did he actually want to do this to you or was this the effect of the capsule? You wrote down everything that just happened in a few, messy bullet points before you heard some heavy breathing from the bed. 

Albert’s eyes were open.

"Doctor Wesker? Is everything okay?" You asked, walking closer to him. His eyes finally landed on you after staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours. 

He does nothing but stare at you with narrowed eyes and a slightly opened mouth as he breathes heavily, still sweating. He appears to be getting off the bed and slowly coming towards your direction.

"Oh no..." You mutter to yourself, backing away and running towards the door. At this point, your body felt light, your organs started to sink towards your stomach along with your heart. You open the door quickly, thanking yourself for not locking it earlier. You run out trying to find another room to hide in.

This isn't good. Wesker didn't even have to say anything to you for you to know his next actions. You were his target. And, to make things even better for yourself, it was literally only you two in the whole building, which meant that most of the doors in the hallways were locked. Great.

Running down the hall was one thing, but here Wesker's footsteps basically right behind you doesn't help the fact that you feel your heart in your stomach, you're sweating, and you're visibly shaking. You didn't think this would happen. 

With your white lab coat and the low-heeled red bottoms you chose to wear were slowing you down, you were already running out of stamina and options. 

'Shit. What do I do?' You turn around to see Wesker already three feet away from you. You don't look at his face in case you fall into his charms even more, trying to forget the way he was fucking you in his dream on the screen earlier. 

You can run away but, what was the point? You got him and yourself into this, even if you didn't think it would end up like this. 

You still decided to run further down the hallway. Your shorter legs compared to Wesker had nothing compared to his long, slow strides towards your moving position. Your heart stopped as you felt a sharp tug on your white lab coat, the tug was so strong that you lost your balance, which resulted in you falling back onto Wesker’s chest with a thump and a small scream at the feel of his erection against your backside. 

"Where do you think you're running to, Doctor?" He whispered in your ear. That low, deep transatlantic accent sends shivers down your spine. 

"..." You were speechless, you let out a small, nervous laugh, accepting your fate. “Uhm…” You looked for your answer but couldn’t find it. The proximity between you was terrifying, it was almost enough to make you pass out.  

“Answer me.” He demanded right in your ear, pushing you to the nearest wall with no effort, still basically pressing himself right against you. It sends shivers down your spine. You let out a small, short scream.  

“I can’t…” You chirped, still trying to contain your anxious laughter. 

“Why are you running away from something that you started? Is this not what you wanted?” Wesker whispered into your ear, questioning you and your motives. One of his hands snaked its way to your left breast and the other rested on your waist. You let out another nervous laugh, trying to think if you could survive what was about to happen to you. You were finished. You were so fucked. You’d be lucky to even think about escaping this building alive. 

‘I don’t regret anything but I didn’t think it would end up like this!’ You panicked in your head, blinking rapidly against the wall. All of a sudden, you were lifted off of your feet and onto Wesker’s shoulder in an instant. It happened so fast that you didn’t know how to react. 

“Wait–wait–wait Wesker, can you please relax!? I’m sure we don’t need to resort to intercourse to–” You were spurting out your proposal to an alternate plan before you felt a sharp sting on your ass cheek. 

“That is the solution. It is the only way I’ll be satisfied, dearheart.” You heard Wesker casually say as he walked the both of you and him back to your lab. It didn’t matter how much you squirmed and struggled in his grasp, he was too strong. His grip on you felt like a chokehold. 

“B-but I’m sure we can figure out a solution to this… can we?” Your voice high-pitched out of nervousness and a tad bit of excitement. You guys finally made it to your room and he automatically placed you in front of him, using his hand to force you down to the middle and your hands to the edge of the bed. You feel a pool in your stomach as you can feel his hard erection grinding against your fabric covering your ass.

“I’m afraid not– having such control over you is more than enough to fulfill my needs.” A quiet groan left his mouth as his left hand held your hip still so that you weren’t trying to run away. Wesker leans down so he is right at your right ear. "Your body is a beautiful playground and I plan to explore every inch of it." And you could’ve sworn that your heart almost left your body. 

“I knew I should’ve gotten Leon to do this instead…” You thought to yourself. 

Or so you thought. 

“What did you just say?” You feel a sharp tug on your hair. 

“What? I didn’t-” You tried to protest but you felt another slap on your ass. He was in your ear again, his cold, minty breath landing on the side of your face. You looked straight ahead as you felt his ice blue eyes directly on you. 

“You just say that the little pathetic rookie over at the police department should’ve been the one helping you instead of me. Do you really think he’s a better man than me?” 

“Doctor, I didn’t say that…” You whined, closing your eyes, wondering how you got to this moment. 

“But you did.”

“I-I didn’t say any of that.” The grinding got worse, the friction of his erection against the fabrics covering your ass did not make it any better, you were making it obvious that you were soaked by letting out a small whine with each dry thrust that Wesker did against you, his low groans were all you heard as you bit your bottom lip.

“Do you really think that rookie can please you like this ? Have you soaking through your panties like this ?” 

“Fuck…” 

You didn’t mind any of this at all, it was just that you wish you had more control over the situation than you had intended, and, there’s no condom in sight, and you weren’t on birth control because you were afraid it would mess up your body. 

And, Wesker isn’t even himself right now, which means nothing is off limits. Nothing. Uh oh. 

He snatched your lab coat off of you, threw it on the ground, then he lifted your dress up, revealing your wet panties. You shivered with excitement, but you tried not to make it obvious. You could hear Wesker let out a deep chuckle from behind you, his hands now steady on your hips right before he slid your wet underwear down your legs and off of you. Now you were really embarrassed, you threw your head down on to the bed, trying to hide the sounds of your whines. You heard him put your underwear into the pocket of his pants. 

“Harvesting I see…” You sighed, feeling yourself getting impatient. 

“Of course, I can smell your sweet nectar all the way from here, my love. I plan to own a collection of your under garments every time I get to fuck you.” Fireflies swarmed around your body, mainly affecting the pit of your stomach and your mind, making you lightheaded. 

Wesker pushes you further towards the middle of the bed, causing you to let out a small yelp, holding onto your hips for good measures, making sure that you don’t try to run away from him, even though you didn’t have the intent of doing so. 

“Fuck… you’re dripping so much, dearheart. You’ve been wanting, needing this, haven’t you?” Your boss purred from behind you, slipping two fingers at your folds, causing you to let out a small moan. 

But were you actually dreaming of this? You always found Wesker to be such a attractive man; it was those captivating, cerulean eyes, his pale, alabaster toned skin that had such toned and attractive muscles that covered it, that perfectly slicked back, golden blond locks that sat on his head, that straight nose of his, and those thin but sinister lips that you knew did damage to any woman he put them on. 

Albert Wesker was a dangerous man, but you still decided to step into that danger. It was funny how ballsy you were, and look where you were: In your lab, on the bed, on your hands and knees in front of your boss, a mess with your core soaked, dripping onto said bed, and his fingers toying with your flower. Did you regret having him do this? You were too horny to answer that. 

Your thoughts were cut off by Albert putting a finger inside of you and placing another one directly on your clit before he started rubbing his fingers against you. It was electrifying to say the least. He was so skilled, he pleased your clit with an effortless try. It made you such a moaning mess with every move he did. What a bastard!

“You’re moaning so loud for me and you haven’t even met my cock yet.” Wesker chuckled, continuing his foul movements with his fingers, moving them back to your folds, rubbing them faster. 

“Nghh– fuck …” You couldn’t even speak properly, you were such a wet, sloppy mess down there. 

“Are you close, doctor?” He laughed lowly, picking up the pace, splashing your juices upon your close arrival. “I would love to make you cum due to your own experiment.” He added, then slowed down. 

“Y-yes—- oh-” As you were about to come, he flipped you over with such pace that the room was spinning, to where he could see your flushed, sweaty face. 

‘He edged me… what a prick.’

“I apologize for cutting you off at the heat of the moment but I’m growing impatient.” He licked your nectar off of his fingers which made you cringe. 

He dipped his head down towards your neck, lifting your dress up even more, and taking it completely off of you. Wesker gave you several, slow, lingering licks, flicking his tongue, suddenly, tugging gently with his teeth, deliberately sending dancing flames around your body. He went down to your breasts, alternating between fast and gentle, slow and hard bites and licks, marking you, leaving signs of ownership on you. 

“Mine…” He groaned before leaving another wet lick on your sensitive buds. All the while, his fingers teased just above your glistening cauldron of heat. Muscles were ripping in your stomach, and your hips arched in desperation. 

“You have to do something…” Your breath came out in a little sob. You were covered in both your sweat and his cold saliva. 

Albert leaned back up, staring down at you with that cold, possessive and hot gaze of his as his fingers undid every button of that black shirt of his, one by one. Revealing his chest. He was a sight to behold, it was too much for you to stomach. His abs were toned, defined, muscular, and perfect . He was an adonis. You were snapped out of your daze of the lovely sight in front of you when you heard the shirt plot to the ground along with the sound of the zipper of his pants going undone, then the sound of his boxers slipping down his legs. 

He leaned back down. He was at the very center of your heat as you laid beneath him, fingernails gripping the sheets, your body arched, your throat bared as you threw your head back and lifted your hips. His wintery gaze met yours, aroused, urgent. 

Oh, and his smile was an absolute sin, he caught your thighs and spread you wider for him. Wesker’s gaze grew hotter, much sinister and all too sexual. Immediately, he bent his head and he drank you. 

As soon as his tongue touched you, you could no longer keep quiet, you moaned louder than toy did before. Your vision was shattering in the moment, you invisible circles coming from the light above. You felt your throat getting sore from how loud you scream. You were lucky that no one else was in the building besides the two of you. 

He lapped you, speared you, licked you so fast that you were seeing stars. Your muscles in your silk canal clenched and pulsed, and his hands held you down with strength you didn’t know was possible. This was all so tortuous, and there was nothing you could do about it but take it all in. You could see his eyes closed as he carefully slid his tongue against your folds, then to your opening, finally, to your clit, grazing it lightly but ever so painfully.It was crazy but unsurprising how skilled he was. But then again there was no way he could be a virgin, just look at him and how he was drinking you like a voracious beast. 

“You like that, don’t you?” He licked your clit again, his voice hoarse, looking up at your dazed, tear-filled eyes as you let out another wanton moan. “Oh, yeah, dearheart, you definitely like that.”

“I’m not certain I can stand this for much longer…” You gasped, digging your fingers further into the mattress, desperately trying to find something to hold on to. “I can’t take it.” 

“Yes you can. You will take whatever I give you. Let me make you scream, dearheart. I will make you so mindless with pleasure you do not know any other name but mine.” His voice was pure seduction, caressing your skin the way his fingers did to your hips, there were little bruises there from how tight he was gripping you. 

His tongue licked your clit rapidly and you could feel your body losing control, malfunction due to how overstimulated you were. Pleasure was bursting through you as you came and he licked it all up and swallowed your come. You buckled hard against his mouth, unable to stop yourself from the mind-numbing pleasure that came upon you.

You couldn’t even catch your breath before he flipped you around, catching your hips and pulling your ass back towards him, one hand on the back of your neck, the other on your back to hold you in place. He placed the tip of his cock at your wet entrance, teasing your desperate body for a needy response.  

‘I can’t wait any longer…’ Your intrusive thoughts took over you as you pushed yourself back quickly, causing his cock to be plunged inside of you, making you let out a scream of shock and pleasure. He was bigger than you thought, he was thick and so hard, like a steel spear pushing through your soft folds. “You’re too big.” You gasped.

“I’ve been waiting for this. I haven’t been able to find peace with myself until I was able to find myself buried inside of you, princess.” 

It was like you were scared because you thought that you couldn’t accommodate his body and his size, not like this, not when he gripped your hips and pulled your ass back toward him and drove into you relentlessly, mercilessly through your tight pussy.

“You’re so tight, my dear.” He groaned, taking in the wet sound of him sliding in and out of you. He held you completely under his control, taking his time to thrust into that hot, silky channel, it was as soft as silk.

“You have to stop…” You let out a high pitched whine, you altered your neck so that you could see his face behind you. He was fast and brutal with his thrusts. It felt amazing but you could sense that your stomach was going to hurt with the pace he was going, even the position itself was overbearing. You placed a hand on his chest, trying to push him back to get him to slow down. As if that was going to do anything. 

“No.” He grabbed your arm and hung onto it as he placed it behind your back, thrusting in and out of you even faster as a way of punishment. “Don’t do that.”  

“I-it’s too much…” You cried, drooling came out of your mouth. Your body was on cloud nine at that point. Wesker sensed that your release was coming, and so was his from how sloppy his thrusts were. 

“That’s it. That’s a good girl. Come for me. Burn for me.” Multiple orgasms were tearing through your body, sweeping through every part of you like a riptide wave, each one was stronger than the last. The sensitiveness ripped through you like nothing through your powerful spasms. 

Wesker’s release was merciless, the flame tearing up his spine and churning in his belly, while your canal squeezed and gripped him, milking out white jets of hot semen from his body.  

In an instant you were out for the count. As soon as he pulled out, your body flopped onto the bed and you were fast asleep. 

Your abdomen was hurting, and it was hurting really bad. It felt as if you had a cramp, but you weren’t on your period. 

It was the rough sex you had yesterday with your boss.

Now, the real question was, did you think that it was worth it? The experiment with the pill and the aftermath, did you really think it was all worth it? 

Well, from the way your throat was hurting after all the screaming and moaning you did from the way Albert Wesker had his way with you, it was most likely obvious the answer was yes.

The real question was how you ended up back home and in your bed; you couldn’t remember anything from last night after you passed out in your lab. You also didn’t feel like going into work today, your body was too sore and you felt too weak to even do simple tasks. This all sucked but, at the same time it didn’t. The testing for your pill went well but you were so sore that you winced at the pain in your stomach and back. 

Things didn’t get better once you heard a knock at your front door. 

“Who's knocking at my door…” You groaned, checking your phone for the time. “It’s literally six in the morning for crying out loud.” You then whined, slowly getting up out of your bed so that you don’t feel too much pain. You were already wearing your comfy pyjamas set so all you did was put on your robe and house slippers. You walked down stairs as quickly as you could and opened the front door. 

It was Wesker. He didn’t have his glasses on, so his baby blue eyes bore right into yours as soon as you opened the door. Instead, he wore a black Thunderbird sweater, black and white heavy fleece sweatpants, and black ugg slippers, which were all from Fear of God’s mainline. This man had an expensive taste in clothing, which was not surprising from the way he dresses at the work. He also had a grocery bag in his hand, it looked quite heavy.

“You…” You sighed, looking at your boss up and down, your mind imaging his body from yesterday night. It was so hard to control your mind in this state when you were yearning for more of him. And then you scoffed when you realised how much money could just be casually sitting in his platinum AMEX card at this moment. This bastard of a man did a number on you and it was all your fault. 

“Well, good morning to you, _/_.” Wesker responds to you bluntly, rolling his eyes at your bad greeting. You step out the way so he can come in and his scent almost devours you; hints of geranium and uplifting lemon take on your senses and you almost lose your balance. The other notes of the fragrance he used must’ve had depths of cinnamon and cardamom. Damn, he smelt divine. You close and lock the front door behind you. Wesker already makes himself as home as he places the bag he had on your coffee table.

“Sir, why are you here so early? It’s six in the morning.” You asked him in a whiny tone. You seriously didn't have the energy for his presence. You then stumbled your way towards the kitchen, to get a glass of water for the both of you.

“I wanted to talk to you about yesterday.” He said simply, getting a small item out of said bag. You stopped right where you were, butterflies swarmed their way into your stomach as you thought about last night.

“Oh…” Your knees felt weak and your head felt light as you remembered the feeling of his callous hands against the soft skin on your back. “I was trying to forget about yesterday.” You sighed, continuing to walk again.

“I don’t think you can, dearheart.” He throws a box at you and you catch it from where you were standing in the kitchen. You looked at it to see it was a Plan-B pill made from your company: Umbrella. You chucked at yourself. How could you forget the Plan-B pill? 

“Ah. Thank you. I don’t want any little Weskers running around me either.” You humoured him, quickly opening up the packaging, taking it out and pouring two cups of water. 

“Insulting my seed?” Wesker questioned you, raising an eyebrow at your statement. You couldn’t tell if he was seriously offended or if he was just playing around. The rational side of you was hoping if he was just joking while the other was hoping that he was offended. You didn’t know why, though . 

“Just being honest, doctor.”  You swallowed the pill then drank your glass of water before taking the other glass and placing it in front of your boss, sitting next to him. After you sat down, there was an uncomfortable, awkward moment of silence between the two of you; you just sat there with your lips pursed, your eyes constantly looking at Albert then away, twiddling your thumbs, and just wondering when he was going to say something, while he just sat there looking down to the carpet below you two, blinking every now and then. 

“I was out of character-”

“You didn’t have to help me-”

You guys both said your statements in unison, then it was silent once again. Now, that was even more awkward. 

“But, just out of curiosity…” You were the one to start the conversation, again. Your next question was going to make you cringe but you just had to ask, “Were you in control or… that was just the pill controlling you?” At your question, Wesker gave you a stern look, it seemed as if he was genuinely trying to find the answer to your inquiry.  

“I was in control. I had my conscience, but I grew impatient.” He spoke, looking down again, calmly. He showed no signs of regret or embarrassment, just a little conflicted. It was all over his face; he was at cross swords with his actions, but, from what you were seeing and experiencing, he enjoyed himself. He had fun watching you squirm under his touch, being so submissive you couldn't even resist, and screaming due him fucking you mercilessly.

“Hmm… Interesting.” You mumbled under your breath, sceptical at his reasoning. 

“You seem unwell.” Was he mocking you? 

“Well, yeah. Thanks to you and your impatience, my stomach hurts.” You let out another scoff, huffing a short sigh. 

“My apologies, dear.” At the nickname, you turned your head towards him, giving him a side eye. Even after yesterday, the pet names still didn't fit right with you. You knew why: it was because you couldn't tell if he was being serious, or if it was just the effect of the pill controlling his words. He did say that he was in control and that it basically made him uncontrollably horny, it's just that you didn't believe him, or you didn't know what to believe. 

“What’s up with the pet names?” You asked with an annoyed tone, not knowing if the side effects were still messing with him.

“The pet names don’t cause your heart to flutter?” Albert's eyes squinted at you, a mischievous glint pouring into them. In return, you narrowed your eyes at him in suspicion. There was just no way this man genuinely had feelings for you.

“Did you expect me to have feelings for you or something? That's not how love works, Albert .” You retorted, keeping the same expression on your face. 

“It's quite common that women do try and make advances on me. I would've thought you had interest in me by the way you love to pester me around the laboratory.” You practically rolled your eyes into the back of your head. Jeez Louise, just how much ego could a man have? Then again, he wasn’t wrong; you saw how your female peers would always talk about Wesker and how hot he was, how intelligent he was, how cunning he was, and how they would let him ruin their life. Although you agreed to your peers’ statement, you weren’t going to boost his ego even further just because you had a crush on him. It was probably working too judging by the way he was trying to get you to falter so hard. 

“I don't know how you expect me to have any interest in you when you treat me like shit.” You spoke out bluntly, with the fake taste of annoyance in your mouth. “Are you still experiencing any side effects?” You then asked, trying to see what was in the grocery bag from your position on the sofa.

“Well, after I poured my seed into you, I wasn't hormonal anymore.” He told you as if he didn’t just say the most explicit statement to you. You physically cringed, looking away from him and staring into the abyss. ‘I can’t believe I let Wesker out of all the people cum inside of me… Even this whole conversation we were having is beyond my comprehension… And why is he acting like he likes me? This man treats me like absolute crap! anytime I'm on the clock!’ 

Well, at least you got some data out of the experiment that would be helpful for you when it came to revisions of the pill and its prototype regarding the ingredients and substances you used. What you got so far was that it wears off after a man reaches his orgasm, and that it causes extreme drowsiness when first taken, then the man is off the shits. Interesting.  

“Did you have any other side effects?” You spoke again, still not looking at him. Meanwhile, you felt him staring at you once again, it sent shivers down your spine due to the intensity of it. The stare he gave you wasn’t exactly a rude or strange one, but it was one of curiosity; the way his winter-blue eyes squinted with his blond eyebrows furred gave it away. 

“No.” And, that there were no lingering side effects once the pill stops working completely. 

“That information will be helpful once I fill out my lab report.” You squint your eyebrows, confused on why he was staring at you. “Yo, why are you staring at me so hard?” You moved away from him on the sofa.

“You want to know what I’ve just realised?” He leaned in closer, causing you to lean back again. The proximity between you two right now was wicked.

“And what would that be?”

“That I never kissed you before.”

“Please don’t think about that right now. My teeth aren’t even brushed.”

He smiled, his blue eyes twinkling mischievously. “I don’t care about that.” Before you could protest further, he closed the distance between you, his lips capturing yours in a gentle yet electrifying kiss.

Your heart raced, a mix of shock and desire flooding your senses. You knew you should push him away, remind him of the professional boundaries, but the warmth of his touch and the sincerity in his kiss made it impossible to resist.

When he finally pulled back, his gaze searched yours, as if seeking an answer to an unspoken question. You were breathless, your mind a whirlwind of emotions.

“This changes everything,” you whispered, not trusting your voice to say more.

“It doesn’t have to,” he replied softly. “Unless you want it to.”

You looked into his eyes, seeing the vulnerability there, the same vulnerability you felt. Maybe, just maybe, this was the moment to let your guard down. “Maybe it should,” you said, surprising yourself with the admission.

He smiled, a slow, genuine smile that made your heart flutter. “Then let’s see where this goes.”

And in that moment, you knew there was no turning back.

[s-dei]

Chris Redfield can't understand this life

[nekrosdolly]

gentle (18+)

hello! i was kind of stumbling through this so im worried it might not be good! like always, criticism is welcome ˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚

cw; dubcon due to non-verbal consent, re1 wesker, marriage/long term relationship implied, domestic fluff, tooth-rotting fluff not gonna lie, afab reader, soft dom wesker, clitoral stimulation, he's obsessed with you, praise (reader receiving), temperature difference cus he's a human icicle, creampie (x1), a bit of a breeding kink, very lovey and soft wesker

petnames (reader received); dearest, my dove, darling, dearheart, little dove, good girl, sweet thing, greedy girl

albert's gentle with you because he still has his humanity intact. sure, he's not completely sane either, but he doesn't want to drive you away. without uroboros or even the prototype virus, he's strong, and intimidating. his military training has hardened him, and he's tired of being stern and strict at both jobs.

to initiate, he'll typically come to you while you're both winding down for the night. maybe you're patting your face dry after washing it and he comes in the bathroom to hold you from behind. you set the towel aside and acknowledge his presence with a simple "hello, my love," and a small smile. your hands come up to

"hi, dearest," he murmurs, his hand coasting along your abdomen and up to settle on your sternum, pressing you back against his chest so you're flush.

"you're gorgeous," he says between kisses down your neck, his voice a little lower. despite his cold hands, he never fails to make you feel warm in your gut, the subtle purr of arousal making your blood flow south. you're blushing something fierce, making eye contact with him through the mirror. he does tower over you some. you can feel his erection against the small of your back, your own arousal heightening. the hand on his sternum moves to cup your breast, thumbing over your nipple so he can watch how your breathing changes, how your heart beats faster and your face flushes red.

he's so in love with you it almost hurts. he loves the way you press your ass back against him, grinding as an attempt to soothe the ache in your cunt. the ache that only he could ever cause, no less, in the few years you've been together. his other hand finds its way into your underwear, fingers cold but deft as he dips them between your wettened folds to gather the sticky fluid and circle your pulsing clit. you become putty in his arms, your hands practically useless at your sides. your knees turn to jelly, little whines of satisfaction leaving you.

"so, so gorgeous." he croons, the hand cupping your breast simply kneading as he rubs your clit with two cold fingers. he's a sucker for praising you, truthfully, and he loves the way you become red in the face. your face is hot, his dull blue eyes boring holes in your own. it's as though the eye contact makes him more excited, even if the look in his eyes is bone-chilling. his breath is warm against your neck, words of praise and love leaving his pale lips. he presses down a bit more firmly on your clit, his fingers moving quicker to bring you closer to your release. your moans grow louder, your legs threatening to crumble beneath you.

when you do cum, he talks you through it. your hands scramble to grab the edge of the bathroom countertop, your knees buckling under you from the force of your orgasm. your vision is starry at the peak

"i'm here, my dove. lean on me, darling. that's it. you did so well for me, didn't you? yes, you did. my wonderful girl." he murmurs, retracting his hand from your underwear as he peppers kisses to your cheek as you recover. he licks his fingers clean of your cum and strokes your hair with his clean hand, waiting for you to be able to stand again. when you're steady again you tap his arm and he lets you go.

he washes his hands and starts his own nightly routine. you perch yourself on the bathroom countertop and watch him, your head and heart muddled with love and a bit of residual pleasure. every now and then his eyes wander over to you, the subtlest of smiles tugging at the corners of his mouth. you'll run a hand through his hair as he rubs his moisturizer in (he takes care of his skin you can't tell me otherwise), your nails gently scratching the base of his head.

"your hair is getting long." you murmur, playing with the whispy ends.

"too long, dear?" suddenly, he's a bit self-conscious. what if his hair is too long and you decide you hate it? maybe you'll decide that one day, you don't like him anymore. maybe you already have? nervous and trying to hide it, his gaze returns to his own face.

"no, not too long. you could definitely pull off longer hair if you wanted to give it a try." you let your hand drop into your lap and he nods, feeling conflicted and honestly very silly. regardless, he leans over and pecks your lips. his timidity is rare, exceedingly so for a man like him, and it only ever pops up around you. like you're the only one who can get in his head, make him squirm. he may not admit it, but you are.

"good to know. thank you, darling." he takes your hand and helps you off of the bathroom counter, that same hand slipping to the small of your back as the two of you walk to bed. you have other plans.

you make that apparent when you sit at the edge of your king-sized mattress, black sheets crinkling slightly, and look up at him. it's clear that you want something. he raises an eyebrow at you.

"what's this, dear?" he cups your jaw with one hand and strokes your hair with the other. icy eyes roam your own for an answer, but to no avail.

"you didn't get yours earlier." you push his hands away and for a moment he looks offended. his expression falters when you grab his hips and kiss his lower abdomen, just above the waistband of his boxers. he sputters, taking a step back when you reach for his boxers, his hands raising in what seems like defense..

"darling, that's not necessary." he insists, but the way you're looking at him makes his blood roar in his ears, his heart thump faster in his chest. you grab his hands instead and pull him close again. you move back on the bed and pull him with you, gentle like you're guiding him.

hesitant, he crawls on top of you.

"are you sure?" he asks, eyes roaming over you in your cute your hands cup his cheeks, your gaze warm as it roams his face. his cheeks are tinted pink, one of his hands runs over your stomach and along your waist. he hooks his thumb under your silk sleep shirt and slowly pulls it up past your chest. he glances up at you, then at your tits as he cups them. he tweaks one nipple as he ducks his head down to lap and suckle at the other.

your whines, spilling from you so easily, are his favorite noise to draw from you. a dull throb in your clit draws your attention, the familiar ache in your pussy returning with a vengeance and you attempt to clench your thighs together in hopes to mute it. you'd like to hurry, but albert hates being rushed. you know that more than anyone, that he'll take his time with you like you were a painting and absorb every detail.

you tug on his hair, adamant and desperate to get him inside of you to soothe the ache that's only worsening the longer you're without something to fill you. he pulls back upon your request

"al, darling, please." he kisses you in the gentle way he always does, the hand on your waist cupping your cheek. when he breaks away, he looks conflicted. he does want to make you happy- that's all he ever wants to do for you- but he's tempted to drag this out for as long as possible.

"alright, dear. in a moment, just be patient. i know you can." he pecks your lips again, quick and sweet and undeniably hungry. his cock is painfully hard in the thin confines of his boxers, aching to be inside you the way you need him to be.

"lift your hips, little dove." he's met with obedience and he works your pajama bottoms off, a hungry smile on his lips the moment he sees the wet spot on the gusset of your panties. his cock twitches at the sight, aches to feel those walls clench and flutter around him. he slides your panties down to your ankles, then pulls his boxers off. he hooks your legs around his waist, pulling you flush with him

"honey," you whine softly as he leans down to kiss you, simultaneously teasing your slickened cunt with the tip of his cock, a soft grunt escaping him. slowly, he presses the tip in your tight, warm entrance. you whine against his lips as he moans against yours, your weeping pussy sucking him in so nicely.

"so perfect. your cunt was made for me." he murmurs when he breaks the kiss, fully hilted inside you. with how big he is, his cock kisses the tip of your cervix and stretches you out thoroughly. you flutter around him at the praise, even more when he starts thrusting with a gentle desperation only you draw out of him. your head spins, feeling so full and yet craving more at the same time.

the heat on your cheeks matches his own. he's always been such a blushy mess when it comes to missionary, but can you blame him? the expression you make with your eyes half-lidded, lips parted in pleasure, your brows furrowed. his hands find your waist, his cold fingers gripping you tight. the velvet walls of your cunt do things to his head, makes all reasoning go out the window as he pumps his cock into you faster and faster, sacrificing all need to be gentle. though surprised at this, you love it. a similar fog fills your head and your hands move to his back, your nails digging into his skin hard when he wraps an arm around your waist, angling your hips differently.

"that's it, take it all like the good girl you are." he croons, his eyes locked on your face as he angles his hips to brush his cock against that spongy spot amongst velvet walls. you visbly light up with pleasure when he does, your nails breaking the skin of his back by mistake. you know he's only going slow to drag this out, but with the way he's bullying your cunt, you don't know how long you're going to last. each thrust fogs your mind more until you're a moaning, whimpering mess for him. you tighten around him, trying to take more despite him being balls deep already.

"such a greedy girl, my sweet thing… you're going to cum, aren't you?" you nod meekly, biting your bottom lip harder when he thumbs your clit, nearly drawing blood.

"words, dearest. use your words for me." he slows his thumb down to gentle strokes, his cold skin against yours making you hypervigilant of his touch.

"m'gonna cum- i-is that okay? can i?" you struggle to get your words out, interrupted by small gasps of your own as he pistons his cock into the spongy bundle of nerves within you.

he's smiling to himself, enjoying how eager and sweet you are, despite the circumstances. he's close himself, only disguising it until you get yours.

"go on, sweet girl, cum for me." he circles your clit faster once more, causing you to fall apart at the seams. your orgasm is intense, your hips spasming in the desperate chase for more of the white-hot ecstasy running through your blood. you feel hot at your peak, a cry of his name leaving your irritated and puffy lips, before you relax with the comedown. being the good lover he is, he coaxes you through it with soft words and gentle touches.

"that's it, pretty girl. my perfect girl. i love you."

"i love you too." you manage to say despite your hazy state, a weak smile on your pretty lips.

he wraps your legs around his waist as he cages you in with his arms on either side of your head, kissing you slowly so you're not overwhelmed. you're a mess of nothing but your own slick, his cock buried deep inside you. the lower half of his abdomen is drenched with your cum, dripping down his pelvis and thighs. your legs are unsteady and wobbly, shaking in their place.

"al," you break the kiss. the restraint he's showing is visible on his face, especially in the way he's furrowing his eyebrows, "keep going if you need to. i can take it, i promise." he nods, though worried about hurting you somehow. he likes this position much more- he's already close as is, and all he can think about is filling your womb with his kids.

he doesn't speak as he starts thrusting into you again, quick and precise yet surprisingly harsh movements into your overly sensitive cunt. and yet you're still so wet for him, your cunt weeping for more. you can hardly think, let alone tell him how good you feel.

he kisses you hard, his cum filling you up so nicely, you'll be thinking about it for days. he groans against your lips, licking into your mouth. the familiar taste of tobacco from his tongue, his seed inside you, the remnants of his colonge flooding your senses, all overwhelming you. your heart flutters. he breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours as he recovers.

"are you okay, dearheart?" he brings a hand up to fix your shirt and kisses the corners of your lips. tired, yet content, you nod softly and kiss him again. he hums quietly and cups your cheek, his mind still a touch fuzzy. the blush from his cheeks has yet to fade, and likely won't for another hour.

one hand on your waist squeezes you and he pulls back from the kiss to pull out of you, then get off the bed. he grabs you a fresh pair of underwear and pajama pants for himself. he steps into the pants while you sit up and take the underwear from him to put on.

"you know i love you, right?" you say as the two of you lie down, his strong hands pulling you flush against his chest with your back facing him.

"i know, dove. i love you just as much." he wraps an arm around your waist, getting comfortable as the big spoon. tired, he lets his eyes flutter shut. you pull the sheets up and over the two of you, hiking them up to your waist, then follow suit in closing your eyes,

[entreri]

Albert Wesker in Resident Evil 4 Remake: Separate Ways

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Some cursed resident evil images I drew..

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First time as killer on dbd experience

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so there's this guy named Albert wesker

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Singularity carrying Wesker by his gay ass trenchcoat

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