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aliidarling · 3 months

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first time requesting 😋😋

But i went through all your danny ones bro please i luv how crazy you make him.

I would like a wesker one, smuttiest thing you could think of 😫🙏🙏 Yk how sable has the new swimsuit cosmetic? Basically Mc/reader? (idk how you would describe) Runs into wesker in their cute bathing suit 😼 pls abd thanks for being my source of entertainment at 5 am

HAHAH thank you so muchhh!!! i try to make danny as canon-like as i can :)) ive never done wesker before but i can just for u😝

i’m not very educated on wesker lore, i’ve only played re2,3,4,6,& 7 which is basically the games without him 💀 so excuse me if i don’t write him that well! but i love dbd/stars wesker 🤗

the beach

ALBERT WESKER x fem!reader

nsfw content — pls scroll if uncomfortable!!

summary; you’re spawned into the trial wearing a cute swimsuit and albert likes it veryyy much!

warnings; pervy wesker, dub con kinda, fingering, mean weaker, male masturbation, fist fucking, no penetration but he cums on your pussy :3

from the moment you spawned into the trial, you felt the cold air brush against parts of your body it should not be available to. why could you feel the wind blowing against your ass? this had to be some sick joke.

it was like the entity was laughing at you. you looked down at your body to be met with the sight of a cute little bikini— a pink plaid set with strawberries littered over the two thin piece of clothing. the tiny straps holding up the bikini were flimsy and tied into little bows at each side of your hips with two matching ones at your shoulders.

this couldn’t get any worse, you thought.

you were thankful to spawn alongside your fellow girlfriends, feng-min, yui, and claire. all their eyes immediately cast to your outfit, feng-mins cheeks going pink as she gasped softly.

“oh! you must be so cold—“ she says immediately, scooting closer to shamelessly ogle your breasts. you blush and push her away with a playful grumble.

“let’s just get started on those generators..”

you all find the nearest generator and quickly get to work, fingers fiddling with the wires. a few times you accidentally get sparked by it but never bad enough that it causes an explosion. you’re on your highest alert, hoping the killer is one of those mindless monsters instead of the human ones, like ghostface or the legion. the mastermind probably wouldn’t even bat an eye at you, he’s so stuck up his own ass he probably isn’t even into others.

after a short minute of you all working together, the generator finally pops and the bright light begins to shine, alerting the killer of your location. it doesn’t even take five seconds for the chase music to begin, the loud heart beat taunting you.

it was as if the entity was making fun of you today, bullying you relentlessly. you wondered if she was sitting in the clouds eating popcorn, giggling at your facial expression dropping once you saw the mastermind scanning his surroundings.

once his eyes set on you, you immediately yelled at the girls to run and work on the other generators. you’ll loop him for as long as you can, you told them. you don’t have much time to react before the blonde man lunges at you harshly from afar, missing you by a few inches. you rush off to the side and break out into a sprint towards a jungle gym.

“don’t waste my time, deary. you’re wearing a slutty swim suit, you think you’ll last before it gets caught on a twig?” he mocks, his deep voice making you shiver. you hug yourself at his words, scowling as you run around a pallet with him, trying to greed the pallet.

“don’t be a pervert!” you scold, running pass the pallet to trick him, only to double back and drop it on his face last second once he’s standing close enough. a guttural groan is heard from him as he stumbles back, his sunglasses falling off his face. he glares at you.

the few seconds he’s caught off guard your eyes graze over his figure, admiring his rare outfit. it was a uniform of some sort, blue button up with a tactical vest and black slacks. his sleeves were cuffed and tugged up to the crook of his elbow, showing his veiny fore arms and expensive looking wrist watch. you could bet it had a dozen cracks on it by now.

“you haven’t gotten laid in what, months? years? no wonder you’re so uptight!” you yell. “maybe some pussy would do you a favor!” you shriek, still feeling a little offended over his comment on how slutty you looked. as if you had a choice wearing this!

“you’ll regret those words.” he hisses, lunging towards you and managing to grasp ahold of your body, throwing you over his shoulder roughly. you squeal, thrashing around as he starts to lead you to the secluded basement. great, you had really pissed him off.

you’re caught by surprise when he throws you onto the cold floor without any care, a small yelp leaving your throat as you try to stand up. he immediately pushes down on your back with his foot, crushing you into the floor. he grinds his boot into your soft skin, admiring how much of your body was revealed by the flimsy bikini.

“did you anger the entity, darling? no wonder she cursed you with such a scandalous outfit, your frustrating personality must of done what it always does.” he mocks, feeling his pants tighten at the sight of you on the floor under his boot, your pretty skin dirty.

“oh, fuck you! you’re so god damn annoying i swear to—“ you start, getting interrupted when you suddenly feel his boot shove itself between your thighs, rubbing down against your bikini bottom. you squeak, your body jolting at the unexpected friction.

“what? what’s wrong?” he coo’d, a cocky grin on his stupidly handsome face, his sunglasses hiding his eyes. he grinds his boot against your clothed pussy, relishing in the noises you suppressed. he could hear the small gasp leaving your system.

“you pervert, get your boot off my..” you whimper, voice cracking. you blink in surprise as he kneels down behind you, admiring your body from his angle. your butt was pretty much in his face, in your hands and knees. you gulped hard, feeling humiliated. and slightly aroused.

“what? what’d you say?” he tchs, large fingers tugging at the straps that hold your bikini together, the little bow threatening to give out. one little pull of his fingers and your bare butt and pussy would be on display for him.

soon enough he pulls on the thin strap and it falls off your hips, discarding onto the floor. you gasp as the cold air brushes against you, clenching down subconsciously.

“i hate you.” you whimper, pouting as he runs his fingers over your glistening pussy, his other rustling within his clothes. you heard wrinkling and the unzipping of his slacks.

he pulls his half hard-on out, pre cum dripping off the firm tip. he was extremely turned on by the sight of you bent over with your butt in the air line a dog, pouty lips and flushed cheeks. you looked so adorable.

“shut your lips and stay quiet. i can’t have anyone seeing me with you.” he spits out your name like you were a disgrace to be upon his tongue and you can’t help but feel a little offended. you weren’t that bad of a person!

“what is that supposed to mean?!” you gawk at him, pressing your lips together once he swats at your butt, silencing you. you go back to looking down at the basement floor as he smoothly slides two of his glove-clad fingers into your hole, watching how you take him in perfectly. it was a small squeeze but he manages, his other hand wrapping around his cock to lazily pump.

the precum drips down his cock onto his hand, a husky moan leaving his throat as his head leans back, bathing in the pleasure of the little fantasy he has in his head— fucking your tight pussy. but he knows he can’t achieve that, not here, that is. maybe another day. and he didn’t want you to know how damn desperate he was to be inside you, rutting against your butt like a’ animal in heat. he’d rather die then let you see him in such a submissive and vulnerable state, pussy drunk.

“cum for me, dearest.” he rasps, fingering you harder and deeper in attempts to push you over the edge. your orgasm takes you by surprise as he grinds hard against a very deep part of you, making you bite down to conceal your shriveled up scream. white flashes in your eye sight and you go limp, face down with your ass hanging in the air, cum dripping down your soft thighs and onto the cold concrete floor.

he pulls away with a gasp, focusing on fisting his cock now. he clenches his fist and slides it up and down at a rough pace, low deep noises leaving his throat. he positions his head right at your entrance, giving himself a few last pumps. he shoots out his load— aiming for your pretty hole, mixing his fluids with yours.

“ooh, that’s a pretty sight, doll.” he croons, panting. he fixes up his pants, watching how you lay on the floor like a dumb puppy, catching your own breath after that hard fingering he gave you.

“don’t be pathetic, dear. i didn’t even go that hard.” he scoffs, standing up to his full height, towering over you. he gives you a nasty stink eye before walking off, leaving you in your glory on the ground with your bikini by your side.

#dead by daylight #dead by daylight smut #dead by daylight x reader #albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker smut #albert wesker x reader smut

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adaptacy · 1 year

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KNKTBR - Day 3 - Spanking

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A/N: yes I skipped day 2, the prompt was tentacles and I'm not quite an expert on that subject yet.

Pairing: Albert Wesker x GN!Reader

"Turn around."

"Wesker-"

"No. Turn around."

You frowned, narrowing your eyes, but you were met with a significantly colder gaze from the blonde, and you knew better than to expect him to relent. With a sigh, you turned your body, knees pressing into the black comforter below you before you sat back on your ankles, balancing out your weight. Not being able to see him was easily anxiety-inducing, even with how well you knew him, he was impossible to predict.

Turning your head in an attempt to glance over your shoulder back at him resulted in a click of his tongue, and you sighed, frustrated, but gave up and stared idly ahead. Or at least your head was facing forward. Your eyes darted to your peripherals, trying to get a glance at the man behind you, though you remained unsuccessful and oblivious.

A sudden weight on your left hip made your head turn out of instinct, and there was another click, reminding you to face forward. Though you submitted, you made sure your irritation was made known by releasing a dramatic sigh. Not that you got any reaction from the scientist, but you knew that he knew, and that was enough.

It was easy enough to figure out that the pressure on your waist was his hand, as there was an identical palm on your right shoulder, though he pushed more there. You resisted, and the blonde hummed, sounding disappointed, making your skin crawl with the idea. Of course, you gave in, bending to the urges as he pushed your upper half forward, forcing you onto your elbows. Head dropping, you managed nothing more than a whine, meaning it as an apology.

"Darling, it's a little late for that, wouldn't you agree? Don't fret, I'll go easy," he reassured, his hand sliding down your back until his palm caressed one side of your ass, giving the skin there a slight squeeze.

"One more chance?" You asked, a guilty smile on your face, not that he could've seen it.

"All out of chances, I'm afraid. Perhaps next time you'll behave as I ask. Though, given your track record," Wesker allowed a low chuckle to draw out his words, squeezing where his hand lay once more, "I'd be surprised if this lesson stuck any better than the last. You always have been quite the brat."

You responded with a small shrug, knowing he had a point, and he took your silence as submission. His hand released where it was squeezing, rubbing his palm in small circles, and you felt his lips on the small of your back. He granted you one breath before his hand raised, and you tensed, pulling your lips together to half-muffle the whine that came with his hand coming back down, far harder than the 'easy' you'd expected.

Really, you should've known better than to believe a promise of mercy from the man who was actively plotting the downfall of the world. His hand resumed the gentle, reassuring rubs, though now the skin he caressed was a little more tender. That's not to say you didn't appreciate the massages, you definitely did, but it didn't take away from the fact that his smacks were exceedingly harsh. It wasn't clear if he was even aware of the strength he put behind them- Maybe it was the virus that made him stronger, and he may not have even realized how hard he could go. Then again, this was Albert Wesker, and it was equally likely that he merely relished in the pain he was able to deliver with a single strike of his palm.

Not that he was ever satisfied with just one. Following routine, his hand disappeared again before it smacked down once more, your body rocking forward as you whimpered, earning cocky hushes from the blonde. "If it isn't the consequences of your own actions. What a terrible fate you've met. If only you would've behaved. A wonder what obedience can do for you, my love. You ought to try it sometime," he teased, slapping your ass one more time before he returned to resting his hand on the sore spot, giving you a moment to breathe.

You nodded, swallowing the urge to cry, your hips pressing backwards, taking any opportunity to seem more submissive and try to draw whatever pity from him that he may have been capable of. If he even was capable of such a terribly human feat. Wesker hummed, not giving away whether that pity existed or not, merely running his thumb up and down the reddening skin.

"How many has that been?"

You mumbled a response, your head resting between your arms, muffled by the blankets.

"Speak up for me, darling. I'd hate to miscount and deliver more than you deserve."

"Three," you said, lifting your head in order to enunciate your response better, though it fell immediately after.

"Very good. Do you think five will get the point across? Or perhaps I should settle for ten. Make this pain last a little longer. Maybe then you'll remember why you obey," he hummed, running his free hand up and down your back, and you shook your head, lifting it once more to force an answer.

"Five. Five, that's- It's enough. I'll behave," you assured, your voice shaky from the stinging pain in your rear, but you got the point across all the same.

"Will you now?"

"Yes, sir."

"And if you don't? What sort of punishment should I deliver to you then? Fifteen... Twenty? Continue until I'm sure you'll never act out again, perhaps. Could be fifty."

"I'll be good. Please. I promise," you strained, looking over your shoulder, and the blonde smiled at you, his teeth exposed at one side as his lips curled. The older man nodded, and once more your head fell as he delivered a fourth spank, humming out a mockery of the moans that left you.

"Is it the case that you enjoy this punishment? Surely you aren't such a disaster that you crave the pain. That would be impossible, wouldn't it?"

"Completely ins- Ow!" You yelled, your body jolting again as he finished the punishment off with the harshest slap yet, squeezing the skin tightly immediately after. Tears pricked at your eyes, and your hips sunk backwards, fists tightening around the blankets as you relaxed.

"You were saying?"

"Would be... completely insane," you exhaled, closing your eyes for a moment, trying to shake off the discomfort on your skin.

With one more teasing, gentle slap, Wesker removed his hand from your ass and leaned forward, kissing the back of your neck. "Absolutely mad," he whispered in mocking agreement, his teeth pulling at your skin as he nipped, sending a shiver down your spine.

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gothghostiie · 8 months

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Wesker finding two survivors messing around in one of the basements..and taking the opportunity to catch them off guard and make the most out of the private space, if you catch my drift 👁️👁️

(totally not based off of the times when we play dbd and just point at each other instead of playing the game properly)

you are so smart bestie

cw: gn!reader, gn!other survivor, tentacles/uroboros, little bit of degrading, praise, forced close proximity, fingering, facial, slight overstimulation

the two of you were messing around, hiding in one of the rooms in the old ski lodge. Wesker hadn't found you yet and you both felt so secure to just fool around and be silly, not even keeping track of your surroundings as you both were just pushing each other around, poking and pointing at each other while giggling.

you both were so into it, that you didnt even notice wesker slowly inching closer to the room you were in, not even noticing him when he was watching from the corner of the room. He considered getting two easy kills in one but.. where would the fun in that be?

the two of you only realised what happened when you felt the uroboros wrapped around your waist tightly, the other survivor gasping in shock - just for wesker to grab their chin and finally step into the room, pulling both of you close. "what do you both think you're doing up here, hm?" he hummed, looking back and forth between you. "fooling around while letting your teammates do the work.. pathetic. deserves a punishment, dont you think?" he hummed, before either of you could answer he already pushed you both to the bed, making you kneel next to each other. "undress each other. go ahead." he commanded. you both looked at each other in slight shock, only snapping out of it as Albert cleared his throat. you hesitantly undressed each other, a sharp look from him telling you to not stop at the underwear. naked and blushing you both were now sitting there, Wesker grinning like a kid on Christmas. "there you go, wasnt that hard, was it?" hr cooed, almost disgustingly sweet.

"ass up, face down, both of you." he said, now strict, leaving no room for argument. you both gave each other a look, then complied to him. the uroboros pinned your hands on your back, same for your fellow survivor. wesker stepped closer, caressing both of your naked asses with his gloved hands, the leather cold. he took his hands away, neither of you saw what happened - only realising when wesker slowly pushed a finger inside both of you. you gasped, they moaned softly and buried their face in the slightly dirty sheets underneath them. he slowly moved his fingers around, eventually adding a second finger, stretching both of you rather gently. "there.. you both are doing really well.." he hummed quietly, watching both of your reactions through his glasses. your hole was sticky with his spit with which he had lubed his gloves beforehand, fingers reaching all the right places with every movement somehow. both of you were moaning and squirming under his grip, blushing while sheepishly exchanging little looks then looking away in embarrassment - making wesker chuckle.

"oh you're not embarrassed are you?" he asked sarcastically. "I think I'll have to do something about that." with that he pulled his fingers out abruptly, giving both of you a harsh slap on the ass, making you yelp and your friend gasp loudly. before you could even react properly he forced you into a new position, laying both of you on your sides, your legs tangled up together. you were forced to look at each other, blushing deeply - suddenly you felt one of the uroboros plunge into you. you moaned out loudly, your friend watching in shock as your face scrunched up in pleasure, squirming around in the little space you hand, skin brushing against theirs. only when you calmed down wesker pushed another tentacle into the other survivor, making them moan almost pathetically, leaning their head back. he chuckled quietly, watching you both try to not get too close to each other while you pretty much had no choice other than getting into each others space.

he took a moment to enjoy the view before finally moving the tentacles, immediately fast and rough, making you both moan loudly in unison. you both squirmed around, skin rubbing against skin slightly despite your efforts to not touch each other too much. He chuckled heartily, his cock twitching in his pants. "you two are so pathetic it's almost cute.. trying so hard to stay away from each other.." he laughed, shaking his head. the uroboros sped up, fucking your faster and deeper than before, your moans only getting louder as you were the first to finally give in. you laid your head on the other ones shoulder, unable to hold yourself back any longer. they looked down at you, deciding to just fuck it and laying their head against yours slightly. you were moaning into each others ears, the lewd sounds making weskers cock twitch even harder, straining against his pants to the point where he decided to unzip his pants, getting his cock out and stroking it slowly with one hand.

"just like that... you're taking it so well you precious little things.." he groaned, eyes fixated on the two of you, both slowly approaching your orgasm from the almost violent stimulation. "you're getting so tight.." he teased, making you both whine in between moans. Weskers praise only spurred you on, pushing you closer to the edge as you tensed up slightly.

"oh fuck.." the other survivor moaned, making you look at them; their eyes fixated on wesker getting himself off. you followed their eyes, your eyes widening at the sight, pushing you right over the edge. you moaned loudly, your body twitching as you came around the black tentacle. almost at the same time the other survivor came too, crying out loudly and arching their back. Wesker grinned as he watched you both, the wet sounds of him fisting his cock speeding up slightly. instead of letting you both catch your breath, he kept fucking you with the uroboros, entertaining himself as he got off. you both were squirming, moaning and crying out from overstimulation but he didnt care. low groans escaped him as he slowly got closer, yet taking his sweet time.

only after a few minutes he was on the edge, finally pulling his uroboros back. "on your knees, now." he ordered sharply, you both complied, your shaking bodies kneeling next to each other on the ground. a single tentacle pushed both of your heads close together, weskers cock hovering above your faces - mere moments later he came with a grunt, shooting ropes of thick cum over both of your faces. "ah fuck.." he huffed, leaning his head back as he rode out his high. when he finally looked down he smirked slightly, seeing both of you with wide eyes and his cum painted over your faces. "you both look so pretty like that." he cooed, giving each of you a pat on the cheek before letting go of you, zipping his pants back up. just like that he left the two of you there, out of breath and fucked out but more than satisfied.

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weskeyboy · 10 months

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If Wesker accidentally made a clone of himself he would be so sexuallt attracted to him it's insane.

#resident evil #leon kennedy #albert wesker x reader smut #albert wesker

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smutbutoutofnowhere · 5 months

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shoutout to all my fellow smut enjoyers

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yanderestarangel · 1 month

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★ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐑𝐄 || 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒/𝐎 || 𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐑

♡ ┆TW: mild sadism, ftm reader, fingering, exhibitionism, overstimulation, sex toys, degradation, aggressive sex, anal sex, squirt, afab anatomy.

♡ ┆Being with someone older and more experienced than you like your current boyfriend, Wesker, was always a new adventure – especially since he knew exactly where to move, squeeze and tease to make you turn into a wet mess.

♡ ┆Wesker was already forty-five years old, however this old man fucks you for hours and loves to prolong your foreplay. He knows how sensitive your body is, how small, well-made touches of his fingers or even his words can affect you; the blond man likes to whisper dirty things in your ear when no one is noticing in public, he wants to make you reach your limit without even touching you physically - after all, this also shows how good he is, increases his pride and excitement on several levels.

♡⁠┊"Sometimes it's pathetic how you get wet so easily, boy." The older man would speak with a mischievous and practically invisible smile on his lips, seeing the obvious wet stain on the fabric of your clothes - obviously his words had affected you to the point that your pussy was extremely lubricated and begging for him; however, your boyfriend was a sadist and would make you stay like that for a while longer before you went back home so he could fuck you to his heart's content.

♡ ┆Foreplay with him lasted for hours, his blue eyes enjoying following your every reaction and how you writhed under his ministrations. He forced you to suck his fingers and lubricate them enough so he could stimulate your clit while he used his mouth to suck your nipples until they were sore – he marked your breasts with bites and hickeys so you could remember later how he fucked you until your brain short-circuited. "I haven't even started and you've already cum twice? God, boy, you really are extremely weak..." Albert said in a calm tone, his face was stoic as he removed his fingers from your pussy and looked at your juices on his fingers - looking at you with that air of superiority that only he had.

♡ ┆He'll use sex toys to push you to the limit too - from butt plugs to vibrators and dildos. Wesker will tie you up with ropes around your wrists and adorn the curves of your body while you kiss him and he can access your holes, shoving a small silicone dildo in your ass and making you rub your pussy against his leg and seek some relief from your throbbing clit, but when you're close to cumming, he'll stop his ministrations on your body to prolong your pleasure and suffering.

♡ ┆Wesker likes to do anal with you, he stimulates your clit while holding your arms behind your back - making you tilt your hips more for better access. He's a sex-crazed old man, making you cum multiple times on his cock until he realizes you're about to pass out from cumming so much. "Come on baby, can you hold on a little longer? Don't cum yet, I'm not done with you yet... I love breaking you like the needy slut that you are." Wesker would growl as he slapped your ass hard and watched your legs tremble because of your desire to cum, but he hadn't allowed you to come yet, making you try to keep your sanity and obey his orders.

♡ ┆Albert also likes to tease you in exposed places, like a picnic, it was supposed to be romantic but you soon end up with Wesker's fingers stuck deep in your wet pussy and with the blond man smiling behind his sunglasses, watching your every reaction, from the embarrassment and fear of being caught to the excitement in your irises as he made you cum and left you trembling. With a smug smile he would just make you taste yourself and give you a kiss right after. "Good boy... You're a damn nymphomaniac, aren't you?"

♡ ┆But he would never hurt you on purpose, every time you felt uncomfortable with something and said the safe word he would stop right away and check if you were okay enough to continue. "Sorry sweetheart, are the ropes hurting you? We can take a break if you want." He would speak in a calm voice as he did what you wanted and checked to see if you needed anything else - if you weren't feeling well enough to continue fucking him, he would just do an aftercare and make sure you were safe.

♡ ┆He would fetch you water, food and clean any traces of pain on your body, whispering soothing words, quite unlike the rough and dominant man who enjoys seeing you broken from too many orgasms. He puts you to sleep in his arms and the next day he treats every bruise he made on your body, from the rough spanks on your ass that turned purple, to the hickeys on your neck - he is careful when he puts ointment on your cunt and sees you tremble, making him smile and place a soft kiss on your thigh. "Calm down my baby, when you are less sore we can have sex again. But until then, I will take care of you like the handsome prince that you are." Wesker says as he showers you with kisses, he always heard that showing affection was a weakness, but for you, he liked being a soft and caring old man.

♡ ┆Bonus: When he realizes that you are becoming more addicted to sex than he is, and even you are lasting many rounds and even making him cum before, this man will break into a genuine and amazed smile - seeing you jumping hard on his cock and begging for more. "Fuck, I created a little monster, didn't I?" Wesker would groan as he came again in your womb, making you whimper from being so full. "But you are my monster, daddy's little monster."

𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅 ©𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 2024. 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚, 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆

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bitbugbites-re · 1 year

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𝙻𝚊𝚙 𝙿𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 | 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰

Headcanons on how different RE men would give you their lap as a pillow (and vice versa!)

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characters: Albert Wesker, Carlos Oliveira, Chris Redfield, Ethan Winters, Leon S. Kennedy

gender: gn! reader

cw: FLUFF, (slight) NSFW // lap pillow // ktober

a/n: there are THREE vers. of leon in this post because they give that boy WAY too many damn personalities (re3r, re4r, re6)

𝕬𝖑𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖙 𝖂𝖊𝖘𝖐𝖊𝖗 (any rendition)

Giving you his lap:

Doesn't typically invite you to lay on his lap, you usually are the one to just wiggle your way onto him

Once he picks up on you liking it though, he'd probably offer when you were sad or upset about something

The dude has got rock-hard thighs because of his genetic mutations

It starts to get uncomfy pretty quick, so you gotta grab a pillow for yourself to place under your head (never back down, never WHAT?!)

Sometimes he grabs the pillow for you absent-mindedly because he knows you're gonna ask/get up for it

& NSFW

Usually never leads to anything nsfw, especially so if he's working while you're on his lap

I really only ever see it leading to nsfw stuff in the event that you approach him with the intention of seducing him (in which case it'll be you servicing him -- only sometimes it'll lead to full-on sex, as long as you're forward about wanting it)

Using your lap:

He doesn't automatically lay on your lap -- you're the one who offers it to him and he usually turns it down

It's not that he doesn't like it, he just isn't someone who is too big on physical touch

he also feels embarrassed laying in such a position

When he does lay on your lap, it's usually because you put him there against his will (typically when he's sad)

he secretly likes it

You like to stare into his eyes since they're such a unique color. he claims to hate it (he doesn't, he's just prideful and won't admit he likes cheesy lovey-dovey things)

Gets mad at you if you mess up his hair (doesn't physically stop you though, just grumbles and complains about it half-heartedly)

Can't fall asleep no matter how comfortable your legs are. he's just very particular in the way he falls asleep (and everything else, too)

If he doesn't have anything else to do, he'll usually just lay there and wait for you to fall asleep. If you do, he'll get up and carry you to the bedroom, covering you up before going back to work

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Doesn't usually lead to anything nsfw in this scenario either

You gotta lay it on thick if you want him. he's a smart man and he can pick up on social cues -- he just isn't the type to have a high enough sex drive that causes him to jump at every opportunity available

𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖔𝖘 𝕺𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖎𝖗𝖆 (re3r)

Giving you his lap:

Will both offer and/or just randomly place you on his lap 24/7

If you get on his lap first without him saying anything, he gets really excited. The "my-cat-fell-asleep-on-me" kind of excited

He's got substantially thick legs. Can be pretty comfortable to lay on when his legs are relaxed -- although sometimes he tenses his legs unconsciously and you have to ask him to unflex them

Has a little bit of trouble staying still for a prolonged period of time. He'll start out pretty still, but if you're having a conversation or he gets too into it, he'll make a lot of movements with his arms and/or upper body

Constantly in awe of you. Trying to look at your face, trying to pet your hair or rub your legs, etc. Just can't get enough of you.

He likes talking to you as you lay on him, too. Not very silent unless you fall asleep on him, in which case, he often glances down to look at your face. Will take pictures of you if you're okay with it, too.

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Leads to nsfw things pretty often. In this scenario, you're the one to initiate it most of the time since you're the one by his package

Gets an almost immediate boner every time. Dude's got a high sex-drive and it doesn't take much from you to work him up

If you do end up playing with him in some way, he'll either want to pay you back or have full-on sex

Using your lap:

Literally just throws himself down on you. Most of the time you don't even have to ask if he wants to use your lap. He just does

Makes you pet his hair. Rub his facial scruff. Touch his arms. Dude is needy af

If you're eating something while he's on your lap, he'll just let you feed him. Seriously, you just stick stuff in his mouth and he eats it without saying anything

If your legs start to fall asleep and you ask him to get off, he'll just swap positions with you and put you on his lap instead

Will make you take selfies together while he's on your lap. Then proceeds to send them to his friends (usually Tyrell) as a way to brag about how he has a cool partner

Falls asleep on you really easily and snores loud as FUCK

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Will start to get extra touchy if he wants to initiate sex. He'll reach up and cup your face, wrap his arms around your midriff and snuggle his head into you, etc.

Starts by giving you oral and it's usually the gentle, slow, loving kind.

If it leads to normal sex, it's probably going to take place on the same surface where he was lying on your lap (i.e. -- couch, bed, floor, etc.)

𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘 𝕽𝖊𝖉𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖑𝖉 (re: death island)

Giving you his lap:

Occasionally offers his lap to you. Doesn't do it too much because he's not always thinking about it

Most of the time his offers are either because you're sad or because you're watching something together

His thighs are a mix between hard and soft. He's pretty muscular, so at first you'd be expecting more of a solid feeling, but it's not as bad as you'd have guessed. It's a just-right type of deal. (could be due to the fact that he's getting older...)

Isn't super touchy. He'll rest his arm along your body, maybe, but other than that he doesn't do anything too extra. The two of you kinda just enjoy the idle comfort from one another

Very chill kind of lover. Wouldn't get mad if you started getting a bit squirmy or tried readjusting your head's position every 3 seconds

If you have a bowl of popcorn, he's reaching in a grabbing handfuls for himself -- doesn't notice he's eating most of your snack either. (he'll apologize and get up to make another bowl for the both of you, though. And then he'll eat most of that, too)

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I don't see him initiating anything out of the blue, or even if he's turned on in this scenario. I do think though that if he got a boner, he'd kinda just awkwardly wait for it to go down. In that case, you'd be the initiator, offering to help him out

Would be fine stopping after reaching his orgasm. Might offer to play with you using his hands. He'd be open to sex if you suggested it.

Using your lap:

Never lays in your lap on his own. Often turns you down when you offer him to lay in your lap

I feel like he likes being in more dominant positions, if that makes sense? He likes being the big-spoon, while you're the little spoon

In the rare occurrence that you do get him on your lap, it's just kinda awkward. He just lies there with his arms crossed

Tries to get comfortable, but can't. He's a big guy, so it's a little tricky for him

Tries his best to stay on your lap if that's what you want, but eventually gives up. Offers for you to either lay on his lap or lay against his chest instead

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Not much, if any nsfw things result from this scenario

Maybe if you started running your hands along his arms or touching on his chest, something would happen. He'd probably make a flirty joke about you feeling him up, and then things would go on from there

𝕰𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 𝖂𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 (re7, re8)

Giving you his lap:

Offers his lap whenever he's trying to be romantic or considerate of you. Really only offers because he thinks you like it

Not to say that he doesn't like it -- he'll take any kind of touch from you -- he just doesn't have any kind of preference. Touch is touch

He's got soft thighs. He's not built, but he's not in bad shape either -- he's got a very average build, so his legs are pretty comfortable to lay on.

A lot of the time, he plans to ask you if you want to lay on his lap beforehand. He'll make snacks and lay them out on the coffee table, or he'll light some candles in the bedroom -- it all feels very loving and soft

He likes to place his arm under yours and hold your hand while you watch something. He does the circular thumb movement, too

If you have a baby together, and it starts to cry, he'll grab a pillow and put it down under your head before going to check on the child

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Honestly, you're the one jumping him most of the time, and it's not because he doesn't take initiative -- it's because the way he cares for you turns you on

Usually starts once you lean up to kiss him...and keep kissing him

If you're in the living room, he takes you to the bedroom to have sex. It's the kind that's very gentle, slow, and passionate

He gives great aftercare, too. Cleans you both up, and carries you to the shower if you want to take one

Using your lap:

He'll lay in your lap if you suggest it to him, although he doesn't do it on his own very much.

Thinks it's cute when you ask him, and he cracks jokes as he goes to lie down

Makes sure to be very still. Tries not to readjust his head too much, thinking he might annoy you with it

Usually keeps his arms crossed when his head's on your lap. Again, tries not to move too frequently

If you have a kid, they'll try to take your other leg, and Ethan thinks it's funny that you've got two people on your lap

Your kid will request that you pet their head, and Ethan will follow along teasingly. You end up running your hands through both of their hair

& NSFW

If he starts rubbing your knee or the area above it, you know he's trying to start something up

You often say something along the lines of, "I know what you're trying to do," and he laughs and admits it

He'll lean up and kiss you, and then the two of you will take things to the bedroom. Again, you have very gentle, slow sex -- plus good aftercare

𝕷𝖊𝖔𝖓 𝕾. 𝕶𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖉𝖞 (re2r)

Giving you his lap:

Will offer you his lap sometimes -- he can be a little absent-minded, so it's pretty much an occasional thing unless he notices you frequently putting yourself in his lap

He's a little shy about you laying on his legs, but he likes it a lot

He's got really comfortable thighs to lay on. They've got a slight bit of muscle to them, but not too much

He's a little awkward when it comes to knowing what to do with his hands. He'll pet your head, but he does so with a strange rhythm -- or accidentally yank a little bit of your hair. He then apologizes profusely and pulls his hand away. If you want him to keep touching you in some way, you have to guide his arm/hand down and place it where you want it

The first few times you lay on his lap, he's pretty stiff. As your relationship continues, however, he gets used to it

Will quietly fall asleep after a while and you won't even know it until you try saying something, noticing that he isn't responding

Occasionally mumbles stupid stuff in his sleep. Sometimes you can hold a conversation with him and he won't even remember it

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You're the one who initiates it most of the time. He'll get a boner and you'll tease him -- he'll flirtatiously tease back, and you'll end up servicing him where you're sitting

If you're in the living room he worries about staining the couch, but will let you continue if you tell him to not worry about it

Passionate, fairly vanilla sex. He doesn't really like being too rough with you because he worries he might be hurting you

Decent aftercare -- he cleans you up first, and once you're both cleaned up, he asks if you want to go back to lying on his lap

Using your lap:

Only occasionally he will put himself on your lap of his own volition. Usually, you're the one to ask him if he wants to use your legs as a pillow, and agree

Very rarely turns you down, if at all. It makes him really happy when you offer your lap up to him

Tells you almost every time how comfortable your thighs feel.

He likes it a lot when you touch him. Leon likes you petting his hair, rubbing his arm, but his favorite out of every option is when you take his hand and hold it. It feels like a very tender moment to him

Likes to talk to you while he's on you. Whether it be about the show you're watching, his day, your day -- he's talking

Sometimes he will spell things out on your leg using his finger and make you guess what it says. It's usually something random like "cactus," or "pizza"

& NSFW

The two of you will tease and flirt with one another, and that's what leads to things heating up. He'll sit up and start to kiss you, and that's typically the cue that the two of you will be having sex

Sometimes he starts with oral in this kind of scenario, sometimes it just leads straight to a little bit of foreplay then sex

Again, very vanilla, but loving and caring sex. He gives good aftercare here, too

𝕷𝖊𝖔𝖓 𝕾. 𝕶𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖉𝖞 (re4r)

Giving you his lap:

Knows when you could use his lap, and offers it accordingly. He has a good sense of what you need, and when -- even when you're not upset

Feels very comforted when you accept, and likes the feeling of your weight on him

He has really nice legs, and they're fairly soft. They aren't as cushiony as when he was younger (re2r), but still comfortable to lie on

No longer awkward with his hands, knows exactly what to do with them. He's got very smooth, rhythmic movements as well

Doesn't fall asleep with you in his lap as much as he used to, but it'll happen occasionally. He tries his best to stay awake, wanting to spend time with you -- even though it's hard for him because he doesn't get as much sleep anymore and he gets really relaxed with you around him

If you feel him up, he'll laugh and tease you about it. He thinks it's funny when you poke into the fatty-muscled part of his arms and legs

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Using him as a lap pillow leads to nsfw things quite a lot. Sometimes it's started by you touching him up, sometimes it's started by back-and-forth teasing, sometimes it's started by him asking for a kiss

The sex has gotten a little less vanilla over time -- nothing too crazy, but the two of you have definitely explored many more positions, kinks, etc. as time went on

He's got a routine down for aftercare as well -- the two of you know what the other likes, meaning that you're both left feeling pretty satisfied after the deed is done

Using your lap:

Doesn't really put himself on your lap randomly anymore. Over time, he's realized he prefers having you on his legs instead -- but he's not against laying on your thighs

If he does put himself on you, it's usually for good-times sake

He still compliments you on how soft your legs are

Leon falls asleep much more on your lap than when you're on his. Sometimes it knocks him out right away -- he just can't help it

Loves when you move his bangs out of his eyes, especially if the two of you are watching something

He now automatically takes your hand in his, holding it. He doesn't let it go, either, even if he falls asleep in your lap. There's no getting it back until the two of you separate

Doesn't make conversation as much as he used too -- as he got more comfortable over time, he didn't always feel the need to fill in the silent gaps. He does make quite a few quippy one-liners if you're watching something, though

Leon still plays the word-drawing game with his finger on your body, except now he chooses harder words like "potassium," or "armadillo" (though, sometimes, he misspells them and the two of you laugh about it)

& NSFW

His new cue for initiating sex is by squeezing and playing with your leg -- although flirting and teasing still leads to sex between the two of you a lot, also.

The sex ranges from slow and gentle, to fast and passionate. It just depends on what kind of mood the two of you are in

Again, the two of you have a pretty good aftercare routine going, and you're usually very cuddly with one another once you've both finished

𝕷𝖊𝖔𝖓 𝕾. 𝕶𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖉𝖞 (re6)

Giving you his lap:

Even years later, he's still really good at predicting when you want to use his lap. He offers it at all the right times

Thinks it's cute that the two of you have this years-long tradition going on. He jokes that someday, you'll be in the retirement home together trying to get onto his lap haphazardly

His legs got a lot more hard as time went on. You joke around, telling him that he's hard as a brick now -- but you secretly still enjoy resting on his lap as much as you used to when his thighs were softer

Falls asleep a lot like he did in the beginning -- he's getting old and more tired as time goes on. However, he is good at staying awake if the two of you are watching something

If you like to watch reality TV, he shits all over it/the people in it (He secretly likes it though; his favorite is The Bachelor)

You've started joking around with him, telling him to take his shirt off when you're in his lap -- you tell him that you don't know how many years left you'll have to look at his abs, and that you need to enjoy them thoroughly before they're gone (he only laughs and tells you he'll have them forever, 'till the day he dies)

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Still leads to nsfw things, although not as much as when the two of you were younger

You're not as wild, doing crazy positions -- but you do try different, smaller things to spice it up in the bedroom occasionally

Aftercare is still the same, although sometimes you're the one cleaning him up now -- for some reason, despite his job, sex seems to take the life out of him

Using your lap:

Started putting his head back onto your lap more. He does it in a joking manner, but it became special to him overtime due to your guys' history of doing it

If you have a kid, and they like putting their head on your lap, he uses them as an excuse. He'll make some silly joke, telling you that he needs attention, too

Instead of complimenting your legs, he now presses kisses to them randomly. He knows that over time you became a little more conscious of your body, so he started doing this to ensure you he still thinks you're beautiful

Both him and your kid will fall asleep on your lap. Sometimes one of them will snore really loud and wake the other up --you try to stifle a laugh every time it happens

Lets you or your kid tie his bangs up so that he can see the TV without them getting in his eyes. He thinks it's funny

Still makes you put your arm around him, holding onto his hand. Over time, he's started kissing it every once in a while, as well. He's very affectionate with you

The finger word-drawing game has reached a new height. He has started googling impossibly long and difficult words. You can't even beat him anymore -- and you can never tell if he's actually spelling the words right

& NSFW

Leon still squeezes your leg to signal that he wants you -- although he's a little less playful with it, as he's conscious that you're a little more sensitive about your body nowadays

Again, pretty normal sex-life for your ages -- if not a little more frequent than others like your peers

Your aftercare is still the same as well. You and Leon have no complaints, and the two of you will likely continue your routine until you can't anymore

For the official and original Kinktober 23 prompts, check here. Credits to @kinktober2023 for the ideas!

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˖౨ৎ ⋆｡˚﹒janitor a.i bot list update P.2

【 my janitor ai acc - @ Aresangell 】

【 my venus chub acc - @ Starangell 】

【 my cai acc - @ Angelstaar 】

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Liu Kang 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - He didn't pay attention to you so you decided to record a spicy video for him, but you didn't expect him to react.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Miguel O'Hara 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - the hot guy at your gym was flirting with you. 🏳️‍⚧️ 》 transmasc miguel au

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Priest Miguel O'Hara 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - Miguel O'Hara chose to be a priest after a personal tragedy, he never faithfully believed in anything ── However, you soon changed that, and he had to fight not to give in to the sins of the flesh.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han /Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You and Bi Han were friends with benefits, but the two of you felt much more than just lust.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - Tomas and you were friends for two years. It was obvious to everyone who looked at the way Vrbada spoke to you or looked at you that the ninja was completely in love with you; the less you saw it, whether because you ignored his feelings on purpose or simply couldn't see that there was much more than platonic love. However, with the arrival of your ex, he needed to act.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/ Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You couldn't become a ninja because you were too weak, but now, the grandmaster himself took care of you.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Nanami Kento - 【 𝗔𝗙𝗔𝗕 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You accidentally sent a nude to your university professor.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 OC, Needy Boyfriend - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - Dmitry is your rich and needy boyfriend, who needs you 24/7, especially when he wakes up without you in his bed.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Lord Raiden - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You were caught by him masturbating.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You needed money and now you have a 'sugar daddy'.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tio Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - Your non blood uncle is obsessed with you. V.2

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - a family together, but apart.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Father Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You need to get down on your knees and beg for forgiveness. V.2

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - He wants to ask you out with him.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - drinks

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Stepfather Albert Wesker - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - did you know him... V.3

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Kuai Liang - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - Cramps

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Wife Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - he is your sub wife

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - boyfriend gifts

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Goth Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - He liked you and your makeup. 🦇 》 gothic au

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - did you get hurt

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Dilf Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You were living in the house of a grumpy old man, but he os very cute... 🎀 》 DILF SERIES.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Professor Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - He's your annoying chemistry professor. 📚 》 college au

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Dilf Dracula - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - maybe he wants more than your blood. 🎀 》 DILF SERIES.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Dilf Count Dracula Count - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - you are a teacher's assistant and help him with his classes. 🎀 》DILF SERIES.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Dilf Nanami Kento - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】dirty secret🎀 》 DILF SERIES

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Lord Raiden - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - teasing and punishment

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Ice God/Bi Han - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You are the servant of a grumpy ice god. ❄️ 》 ICE GOD/KING AU.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Mad Scientist/Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - you are a wonderful experience of him. 🥼 》 MAD SCIENTIST AU

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Johnny Cage - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - aftercare

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - low self esteem | 🎀 》 daddykink version

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - you got pregnant with him... 🕷️ 》 miguel o’hara x blackcat!user

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Homelander - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - you are the new hero of the seven and he has his eyes on you.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Nanami Kento - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - we never talked about ***** **** ┆ 🧼 》 fight club au, you are his tyler...

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada- 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - new recruit

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】- valentine's day

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Simon Riley 'Ghost' - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - slutty torture

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Lord Raiden - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - he is your father figure

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】- lying between his legs

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 OC - Stepfather, Yan Jin - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - your new stepfather is rude but extremely handsome. 🎀 》DILF SERIES.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/Sub Zero - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】- he needs to take care of you.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Kuai Liang - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】- arranged marriage...

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】survivor.🕊️ 》TWD AU, He's Your Negan.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Titan Lord Raiden - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - reencounter

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Step!Brother, Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】breedtable ─ m!preg.🕊️ 》DARK SERIES.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Yandere! Homelander - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - a dark hero who is in love. 🕊️ 》 DARK SERIES

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Yandere!Shang Tsung - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - obsession

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - fuck buddies

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funniestpersonalivefr · 4 months

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only you

wesker smut, wesker is rough in this. afab anatomy. unprotected 😔. nsfw under the cut, mdni. not proofread

wesker was clearly upset when he got home. his frustration from work was clearly getting to him. you knew immediately by the slam of the front door followed by the sound of your husband's loud footsteps.

"al, honey, what's the matter?" you ask softly turning towards him. you find him standing behind you, his trademark glasses have been disregarded at the door. he pulls you towards him, crashing his lips against yours. his gloved hands cup your face keeping you close. pulling back, your eyes meet his before he swallows you in a kiss.

albert wesker was never a man of many words, even after your marriage this remained the same with very little progress being made. right now though, he didn't need to say anything to communicate how much he needed you right now. only you could calm him and he knew it.

you're quickly pushed against the wall. his hands pulling your legs to wrap around his waist. a trail of kisses is left from your lips to your neck where wesker starts to give you hickeys.

your hands grab at wesker's hair, ruining its perfect styling he puts so much effort into every morning. he grunts into your neck, and you even manage to notice his hips bucking into you. wesker's perfect appearance is falling apart because of you.

he carries you to your bedroom stripping you down. he throws his own shirt out, revealing his perfectly

"hands and knees, now," he growls out. immediately you comply, anticipation consuming you. you feel him press his bulge into you before the sound of his belt coming undone.

not long after you can feel him pushing into your dripping wet cunt, giving you that perfect stretch he always does as he slowly bottoms out.

he starts thrusting at a rough fast place, all of his frustrations from the day seeming so insignificant now that you're clenching around him in the ways that make him go crazy.

your bedroom is filled with the sounds of your moans and the sound of skin slapping so loudly you'd be embarrassed if you could focus on anything that the man inside of you.

you're falling apart with each thrust, you can tell wesker is too by the stuttering of his hips and the few moans that manage to slip his lips. your face is flushed against the sheets as you grip them.

"al," you call from under him, knowing it drives hom crazy when you call him that. he's getting sloppier with each thrust, signaling he's unbearably close.

reaching down to you, his fingers find his way to your clit, he's quick to work determined to get you to cun with him. he's working you in just the right way.

you're quickly approaching your release, wesker can tell. he quickens his place, slamming into you. he pulls you up, his arm wrapped around your torso. he growls into your ear as he feels you cum around him and its only moments later you feel him spilling out of you.

he collapses down next to you, pulling you close. you hear him mumble out an "i love you," something he doesn't say often but you know he means it. you press a kiss to his temple as he snuggles his way into the crook of his neck. you're glad he's no longer frustrated as you feel his breathing slow, signaling he's falling asleep.

you comb through his hair as you begin to fall asleep yourself. managing to let an "i love you too," slip out before you fall asleep.

#resident evil #resident evil smut #resident evil x reader #albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker smut #albert wesker x reader smut

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weskie · 5 months

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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?

#albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker fanfiction #albert wesker x you #wesker x reader #wesker x you #resident evil #dead by daylight #dbd #albert wesker smut #wesker smut

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destinationtrekk · 1 month

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domestic wesker headcanons (afab!reader)

a/n: i’m obsessed with the idea of him being vulnerable and finally trusting someone. I also did not mean for this to be so long LOL I might do a part two without smut nsfw below the cut, 18+ only

afab!reader, descriptions of choking, breeding, penetration, dacryphilia, finishing inside, probably more i’m missing, not beta read

masterlist

sfw:

After the whole ‘Spencer/Wesker Project debacle’ (as you had dubbed it in your head) ended, Albert opened up to you a lot….like surprisingly a lot.

you had noticed a lot on your own too though. the first being that he was a smoker

you could smell it faintly on his coat after a long day at the labs, and on his breath when he woke you to kiss you goodbye in the early mornings

you finally brought it up one day, casually asking if you should pick up a pack for him on the way back from running errands

you’ll never forget the way his face lit up red and how he sputtered like a fish out of water

he ignored you for a few hours, and then finally asked if it bothered you, avoiding your gaze

you laughed and told him you didn’t really mind, and over time you found out more

he was a chain smoker at the peak of Umbrella, right before they had perfected the T-virus (it was the ‘80s after all) but he had stopped when he joined the Army.

Then while he was in S.T.A.R.S. the stress of being a double, then triple agent got to him. He didn’t smoke nearly as much, but he couldn’t help a cig or two after a hard day

something else you’ve noticed is that he’s a perfect driver. You don’t think he even speeds, or rolls through stop signs when he’s in a hurry.

You think those are perfectly normal things, but he is very adamant that you should not be reckless in his nice cars, which, okay yeah

but he explains that he was mainly escorted during his Umbrella days, rarely having time or need to go somewhere alone until the end of it all

then he had been reprimanded for cruising a liiiittle too much in his S.T.A.R.S. cruiser, and that had been that

you do appreciate his driving when he’s taking you home after you’ve had too many drinks though

nsfw:

despite everyone thinking he’s a sadistic machine, I think he is very much the opposite

growing up women were the last thing on his scientific mind, and then he was much too busy for anything other than a one night stand every other now and then

now though, he comes home so tired he can barely keep his eyes open

It’s not like you two never sleep together. Quite the opposite in fact. Albert is a very generous lover, going as many rounds as you ask until he’s either too tired or you’re spent.

he’s got amazing stamina, even when he’s mentally drained. he prefers to take his time with you, making you finish at least once before he even touches himself

looooves to just grind against your pussy and get himself slick with your juices before he thrusts inside, adores the way his cockhead catches on your clit and how you twitch and gasp beneath him

he also loves to push in as slow as he can, making you feel every inch of him stretching your hole

this man whimpers! he moans and whines and pants in your ear like he’s been starved of touch and it turns you on just as much as his calloused hands do.

he doesn’t actually talk all that much, except to encourage you with that’s it, fuck, I’m close, let go, honey, or he’ll ask what you want him to do - unless he’s feeling fuck nasty (love that phrase)

sometimes he just needs a release, to expel all the pent up frustration, and you’re the perfect solution

he won’t even say hello when he gets home, just finds you and paws at your body like an animal until you tell him yes or no

if you say no, he respects you. completely, one hundred percent. you’re the most important thing in his life, and it’s not even enjoyable to him if you aren’t eager and willing

if you say yes though, he will be all over you. Clothes are flying off and somehow you’ve made it across the house into bed without his mouth leaving your lips and skin

he loves to take you face down when he’s like this, your ass in the air so he can lean over you and pin you down with his weight, groaning and panting in your ear while he fucks you so hard you can barely even make a sound

even when he’s tearing apart your insides, he still likes to intertwine your fingers where you’re gripping the sheets. he just covers it up as needing to hold you still

this is when he really talks, he actually won’t shut up, not that you’re complaining. he’s telling you how tight you are, how you squeeze him like a vice and he can barely pull out. the slick sounds of your hole are driving him crazy, he can’t wait to see your pretty tears when you cum around him, love your sweet wet little hole, pet

sometimes he likes to be rough, pulling your hair, wrapping his long thick fingers around your throat to tug you up into a sloppy kiss, gripping your hips and waist in a bruising hold, so tight you can’t even meet his pounding thrusts

always asks to finish inside you. he’s not really into breeding all that much, he’s just obsessed with the way his cum leaks out of your hole and how it leaves his cock sticky and shiny when he pulls out

surprisingly good at aftercare, cleans you up and holds you until you decide to get up or eventually just fall asleep on top of him. he secretly loves this part just as much as the sex, but he won’t admit it

but that’s a whole other post

#albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker x you #trekk writes #smut #albert wesker fluff #resident evil x reader #resident evil #albert wesker smut #headcanons #albert wesker headcanons

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weskeyboy · 2 years

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WESKER HEADCANONS BECAUSE IM OBSESSED WOTH HIM RN (fluff)

FLUFF

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-Hes not much of a deep cuddler, he sees it as "childish" or "silly" however he does prefer you sitting close to him when you're on the couch, you being snuggled against his chest or you sitting in his lap. He'd give you light touches. The only time he ever full on cuddled you was when you requested it on your birthday, he secretly loved it, and he wpuld *never* tell you that.

-His humor is...very dry. He likes the old dad jokes, laughs his ass off from them. Only when he'd tell them though, which was once in a blue moon, he'd laugh only when HE said them.

-On several occasions hes listend to Lady gaga, never around anyone. Always when he'd be alone or in his office, but it would be turned down super low to not risk anyone walking in or hearing what he was listening to.

#albert wesker x reader smut #leon kennedy x reader smut #gaming #wesker fanart #dbd wesker #albert wesker

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smutbutoutofnowhere · 11 months

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#resident evil #william birkin #william birkin x reader #albert wesker #albert wesker smut #albert wesker x reader #billy coen smut #carlos oliveria smut #chris redfield smut #jack krauser smut #aot smut #eren yeager #armin smut #armin arlert #mikasa ackerman #levi ackerman #levi ackerman smut

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yanderestarangel · 10 months

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♡ — 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐑𝐄 | 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘'𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃!𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐑

— TW: smut, praise, dark themes, age gap, light 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."

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lilmoonbunny · 3 months

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Never knew I needed you so bad; S.T.A.R.S Wesker

Chris cheats on the reader, Wesker saves the day (and touches you better than Chris ever did).

Warnings: Cheater!Chris, smut/NSFW.

NSFW: Choking, thigh-riding, making out, hair pulling oral (m!receiving), fingering. Please let me know if I forgot anything else :D

The relationship between you and Chris had always been difficult, to say the least. Constant arguments, distance outside of work, and so on had it a tough one, and perhaps that was why you weren’t entirely shocked at the events that unfolded that night.

It was one of those nights where the S.T.A.R.S crew - minus Captain Wesker who had told you a simple ‘perhaps’ when you had asked if he would be joining later - had ventured out into the public and gone to a bar.

Whilst Chris favoured being sat at the bar with Brad, you instead favoured sitting in a booth away from the masses of people to talk to Jill, unaware of Chris talking to a blonde-haired woman rather than Brad as they shared a drink.

It wasn’t unusual for Chris to talk to people at a bar, of course, and it never would have bothered you before. That was until you glanced around to look for your boyfriend, only to see him lip-locked with someone that wasn’t you.

Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would, but damn, it still hurt, especially when you watched him pull away with a smile rather than a look of regret.

You were embarrassed, upset, but most of all, you were hurt, all whilst Jill watched you cycle through emotions after witnessing the event in real time.

“I’m leaving, sorry…” you whispered to your friend who gave you an understanding nod and a pat on the shoulder before walking you to the door and wishing you a good night before she left, walking over to yell at Chris who was soon rushing out of the door.

“Y/N!” He called, catching your attention. You turned to him for a moment before rolling your eyes and turning away, looking for a vacant cab. “Baby, please. I didn’t mean to.”

It was at that moment that you spotted your Captain approaching.

“Chris, I really don’t want to hear your excuses. We are done, just leave.”

Wesker had reached you both by now yet stood silently.

“Baby, c’mon, just hear me out.” Chris pleaded, but all you could see was the lipstick marks that littered his neck.

“No, I don’t think I will. I came out for a fun night, and you left me to make out with another woman.” You spat, unaware of the way Wesker was glaring at Chris as you spoke beneath his usual sunglasses.

Chris paused, blushing upon realising his Captain was currently watching the altercation.

“I believe this conversation should be over. Perhaps you should leave, Chris.” Wesker interrupted before you could cuss Chris out even more, even if he did deserve it.

Chris simply nodded, heading back inside.

“Thank you,” you whispered once Chris was left. You smiled up at Wesker who simply nodded.

“Allow me to drive you home.”

There was no arguing with Wesker, you knew that much, so you simply smiled again. “All right.”

The drive was quiet, yet comfortable oddly enough. Captain Wesker was a man of few words, and he was clearly deep in thought, so you didn’t wish to bother him unless he spoke to you.

“Chris did not deserve you,” he said, not taking his eyes from the road.

Your gaze moved to him, taking in the sight of him as he drove. His grip on the wheel was tight, veins popping from his arms. You weren’t entirely sure why he was clutching the wheel so hard, however. He wasn’t wearing his usual uniform either, understandably so, of course. Instead, he wore a white shirt, jeans, and a black coat. It was a good look on him, really good, you thought to yourself before cursing yourself for thinking so; you and your boyfriend had just broken up.

“You think so?”

Wesker nodded. “I know so.” He replied.

“Thank you, Captain,” you smiled sadly, eyes slowly moving back to looking out of the window.

“Albert is fine right now, and there is no need to thank me.” Wesker finally looked at you, taking a deep breath to compose himself as he did so. Maybe he liked you more than he should, but that was irrelevant, and not to mention a complete waste of his time; it could also ruin his plans. “We are here.”

You nodded at his words as he pulled into the parking space outside your home, undoing his seatbelt.

“Allow me to walk you to your door.” He said, looking over at you as you wordlessly nodded again.

You two silently walked to the door, Wesker watching as you pulled your keys from your bag with shaking hands. He wasn’t entirely sure whether you were shaking due to the breakup or his presence, but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t intrigued about which it was.

As you opened the door to your home, flicking the lights on, you paused for a moment, facing your Captain.

It was a bad idea, you knew that, but you couldn’t help it as the words fell from your lips.

“Do you want to come in?”

Wesker paused at the offer, clearly caught off guard; he knew what you meant.

“I shouldn’t,” came his response. He swallowed. “I shouldn’t.” He repeated. Whether he was trying to convince you or himself, he did not know.

“No, you’re right. I’m sorry,”

Wesker hesitated, taking a deep breath before leaning forward to place a rough kiss on your lips, your eyes widening as he did so.

His hand landed on your shoulder, thumb caressing your neck as he continued kissing you. Your hands reached his own shoulders, pulling him closer as he walked into the hallway, kicking the door shut behind you both.

Was it a bad idea? Yes. Did either of you care? No.

The moment the door slammed shut, one of his hands fell to your waist, lifting the fabric of your t-shirt just enough to slide his hand to feel your skin. His hands were cold, leaving goosebumps at the touch.

He squeezed at your waist, his thumb that was caressing your neck moving to hold your jaw as he pulled away to breathe, spit falling from both your lips.

You panted, eyes wide as he stared at you beneath his glasses, both of your hands on each other. Your hand moved to his coat, pushing it from his shoulders. He removed his hands from you for a moment to slip off his coat, tossing it to the floor without a care in the world before both his hands gripped your waist, pulling you back into a kiss, teeth tugging at your bottom lip, drawing a moan from you and he slipped his tongue into your mouth.

Without a warning, he spun you around, shoving you against the wall, one of his hands pressed against the wall beside your head whilst the other slipped beneath your shirt, sliding up your torso and beneath your bra to grab at your breast. As he toyed with your hardening bud, your hands moved to fiddle with his belt.

He pulled back. “If you are going to do that, I suggest you show me where your bedroom is, dear,” Wesker said.

You blushed at the nickname, stuttering out a simple follow me before leading him to your room, his hand on your lower back as his followed.

Neither of you bothered to shut the door as his lips met yours again in a sloppy kiss whilst you pulled him by his shirt to your bed, feeling him guide you to lay on the mattress once you reached it.

Wesker’s lips moved from yours to your neck, sucking at the skin in a way you knew would leave marks; you didn’t care, you only cared about him right now.

His scent was overpowering your senses, soft moans falling from your lips. Your hands reached up to tug at his hair while his knee moved to press against your core, and he smirked as he felt you grind against him.

You were completely at his mercy, and he was loving every second.

“Good girl,” he muttered into your neck, placing a kiss before speaking again. “Get yourself off on my thigh.” His voice was deep and laced with lust.

You nodded eagerly as you desperately began rutting against him, hands landing on his firm shoulders whilst his moved to remove your shirt. His touch was cold against your warm skin, fingers lightly dancing along your torso as he lifted your shirt above your head before discarding it.

Wesker’s hand came to grasp your chin, thumb running across your lower lip. A smirk formed on his lips as your lips instantly parted, allowing him to shove his thumb inside your mouth. He watched beneath his sunglasses as you began sucking on his digit, occasionally circling it with your tongue; God, he wanted to feel you on his cock.

As though reading his mind, your grinding halted and your hands roamed from his shoulders, down his toned torso, before one hand moved to undo his belt and the other began massaging his cock. Wesker’s eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, unaware of your gaze on him. He wanted… no, he needed you. He had for the longest time, and with Chris out of the way, he was free to make you all his.

“I’m going to ruin you for anyone else, dear,” he muttered into your ear, and he truly meant it.

“Yes, please,” you whimpered at his deep voice, his breath hitting your ear.

“Please?”

“Please, sir,”

Wesker smirked at your obedience. “Good girl,”

A blush ran up your cheeks as you climbed onto your knees, hands landing on your Captain’s shoulders to guide him to lay against your mattress. He watched closely, freeing himself from the restraints of his clothing, leaving him only in his shirt which you were quick to unbutton, revealing his abs.

Your hand trailed from his cheek, dancing across his visible collar bones, down his stomach, and to his freed cock. Wesker’s own hand moved to entangle itself in your hair, grasping it in a way to keep the strands from your face as you leaned down, taking the tip into your mouth, tongue circling.

With a gentleness that he didn’t know he had in him, Wesker lowered your head further onto his dick, head leaning backwards in pleasure as your tongue ran down him as he did so, your cheeks occasionally hollowing in a way that had a quiet groan falling from his lips. His hand tugged on your hair, a moan falling from your lips and vibrating his cock.

“Fuck,” he groaned, voice deep and laced with lust, and his head thrown back.

With each movement of your tongue, Wesker’s grip on your hair became tighter as he occasionally tugged on the strands. Perhaps it was to make you moan on his cock, or maybe it was to keep some semblance of power whilst you were ruining him with your mouth.

Applying a light pressure to your head, he watched as you bobbed your head further down his length, doing your best to take as much of him as possible. The moment he hit the back of your throat, he swore he could have came just from your gag.

“Just like that. Good girl,” despite him fucking your mouth, Wesker couldn’t resist gently stroking your hair with his thumb at which you hummed, sending vibrations and pleasure through his body.

You pulled back, an innocent smile on your swollen lips as he stared at you. Your hands reached up to remove his sunglasses, smiling sweetly as you did so – he almost smiled back – to reveal his beautiful eyes.

Wesker was quick to press his lips against yours once again, flipping you beneath him with a strength you never expected him to possess. His unbuttoned shirt brushed against your naked stomach and covered chest.

“I think we should remove this,” Wesker’s hand moved the front of your chest, “don’t you, pet?” Without a warning, his hands tugged on your bra, ripping it in half and tossing it God only knows where.

“I liked that one,” you whined.

Wesker moved to nibble at your ear before speaking. “I’ll buy you another, don’t worry, or maybe I’ll just keep you as my little pet and you won’t need one, hm?" You blushed at the thought.

A moan left your lips as his mouth quickly moved from your ear to bite at your neck, darkening the marks he had left earlier; he wanted Chris to realise how lucky he had been.

“C-Captain,” you shuddered, and he froze at the title.

Wesker pulled back, staring at you with such an intensity that you worried you had done something wrong as he tightly gripped your chin.

“Say that again,” he demanded, the noise only making your panties even wetter.

“Captain,”

He smirked, leaning close to your lips in a way that had you believing that he was going to kiss you, but he didn’t, even when you leaned in. Instead, his breath hit your lips as he muttered, good girl, staring down at you with lust-filled eyes before finally kissing you.

A harsh bite to your lower lip had your mouth opening, his tongue instantly finding its way into your mouth, melding with your own. You moaned into his mouth, his hand wrapping around your throat, gently squeezing, gauging your reaction. When you leaned into his grip, he tightened it.

One hand landed on top of his that was around your throat. You weren’t pulling him away – you didn’t want him to stop – you clearly just wanted to touch him; he almost smirked.

Combined spit connected both your parted lips as he pulled away, hand still wrapped around your throat.

“Do you like that?” He asked, tightening his grip again.

You nodded.

“Use your words, pet,” he said, loosening his grip just long enough for you to respond.

“Yes, sir,”

This time he smirked, grip tightening again.

Wesker’s free hand slipped beneath the fabric of your underwear, thumb beginning to circle your clit, your head throwing backwards against the cushion as he did so, eyes fluttering shut. He watched you closely, enjoying the sight in front of him. God, you were beautiful. How did he resist you for so long?

His finger dipped beneath your slit, gathering wetness before gently pushing one digit in. He wasn’t sure when the last time you had been touched was and he definitely did not want to hurt you. He was planning to ruin you for everyone else, not ruin you in general. He was determined to make you only want him after this.

A loud moan left you fell from your lips as his fingers entered you, his thumb still toying with your sensitive bud. Touching you was easy with how wet you were, fingers moving slowly with ease until he was satisfied that you were ready for another finger which was all you seemed to need.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” you moaned, breathless and sweating. “I’m close.”

“Wasn’t planning to, dear,” he muttered, placing an uncharacteristic gentle kiss on your shoulder as he continued his movements. “Go on, cum for me. Be a good pet and cum on my fingers.” His words were all you needed to push you over the edge, eyes shooting open and stars filling your vision as you covered his fingers in your slick juices.

Wesker hummed in approval, pulling his fingers away and placing them on your lips. He watched in satisfaction as you parted your lips, cleaning his fingers for him.

“So good for me,” his praise had you blushing, looking away shyly. “Don’t look away from me.” He said, tilting your chin, forcing you to look at him.

Wesker leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“Get some rest, dear,” he said, an almost visible smile beginning to form on his lips.

“But what about you?” You said, guilt filling you as you realised that he didn’t cum.

He paused for a moment, shaking his head as though it was a stupid question.

“Tonight was about you, don’t worry about me.”

“B-but-“

“No buts,” he looked at you with a stern face, one that had you silence immediately and nod. “I’ll be here in the morning if you still want to help.”

Your eyes widened at his words, having expected him to leave afterwards. You froze and he shook his head in amusement, a smirk covering his lips.

“Yes, I’ll be here when you wake up. I’m not going anywhere.” He paused again. “You can’t get rid of me now.”

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