#cat wesker
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destinationtrekk · 2 months ago
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wesker elevenlabs audios
a/n: he's such a silly little guy. I used re umbrella chronicles and re5 voice clips to make him, so if he sounds a little wonky i'm sorry! i'm still learning elevenlabs :) i'll keep adding more as i go along
saying he's proud of you:
possessive:
crack cat!wesker:
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big-buff-goth · 1 month ago
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Wesker post-Uroburos is as Cat™ as he can get. (running on all fours, arching his back, hissing, etc)
RE5 Alternate ending: Chris just goes "Ok buddy that's enough chaos, you're coming home with me." and proceeds to pick him up by the scruff of his tentacles and he's just thrashing and clawing at Chris while he's doing everything in his power to restrain this oversized kitty
Wesker gets put inside a human-sized pet carrier and he hates it lol
(meanwhile on the ride home)
"You cannot keep me in this prison, Chris! I will make my escape!"
"Yeah yeah, save it, kitty."
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pretty sure he likes to do biscuits with his claws when he's happy too.
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ask--dbd--wesker · 2 years ago
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"Hello Sir, you seem tired." Lillie walks unto him, behind his desk. She braces herself, finally finding the courage to place her hand on his head, stroking through his neat blonde hair, scratches a little.
Wesker leans back and relaxes easily. He sighs happily, was that soft purring that could be heard?
"Thank you Miss Lillie" he says "I really needed that"
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more resident evil warrior cats!!
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eggnogtoast · 4 months ago
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get a load of this guy.
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eerizon · 7 months ago
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what if Wesker… was a cat?
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my cat is an evil mastermind.
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just imagine this au like a 90’s sitcom sorta.
there’s no bioterrorism in this au. just fun hijinks with Chris and Jill ‘coparenting’ their cat named Wesker. :]
he absolutely despises Chris, and he loves Rebecca.
mostly everyone else he tolerates or hates.
he is an oriental shorthair :))
the idea was created with the help of @sixeyedmonsters
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manthemoth · 6 months ago
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Oh, who is she?
A misty memory
A haunting face
Is she a lost embrace?
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ahuanhz · 4 months ago
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RE1 & 5 Wesker, but he is a cat.
(Well the midnight cat has some python behaviours since he is not just a "cat" anymore)
(Wesker gets adopted by Chris after he was found in a high-concentration acid pool. No one knows how did he get there and the death only just need few more second before it takes his life) (Random settings)
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weskie · 7 months ago
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Wesker when his partner insists on raising and keeping an abandoned baby kitten:
not at all inspired by the one i got to baby(cat?)sit 🥺🥺 Fic Directory
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He finds the creature repugnant. This is, after all, nature running its course. The mother cat must have abandoned it for a reason.
"Your attempts to nurture it are in vain. The odds of one so young making it are slim." He tells you this several times.
Your persistence amuses him even though the disruptions to care for it become a nuisance.
One day, you convince him to hold it. His hand is far larger than the kitten's body and it has ample room to squirm about, mewing pathetically.
The creature is merely a week old- if that.
On the outside, he is cool and composed- borderline uninterested. On the inside? Maybe it is a tad... endearing.
As the kitten grows, so does its affinity for Wesker.
It loves to pounce his boot and climb up his legs. You always find it so incredibly precious even if he merely removes it and drops it in your lap without a word.
Wesker is the textbook definition of "didn't want the cat but would destroy someone for even looking at it wrong."
You're almost jealous of how much it likes him, though you can't deny the sight of your little fuzzy friend curled up on Albert's lap, purring contently, warms your heart.
You have to hold back your giggles when the highest quality cat trees, toys, treats, and food begin appearing in your home.
He would absolutely never admit it, but Wesker genuinely grows to love the cat.
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destinationtrekk · 2 months ago
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Random nsfw hc lmao
Wesker purrs really loud like a fucking motorcycle when horny lol
ugh yes yes yes!!!! he gets all rumbling in your ear and starts to nuzzle up on you just like a cat omg. he's so loud it's obnoxious but it's also really really really sexy
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bunninophia · 1 month ago
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The residents are evil
I FORGOT TO POST
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A lot of their names follow just the: (A)da (W)ong, in terms of how I picked it out. But it was fun!!!
Luis is a rogue and Ethan is a kitty pet
🐈🐈
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manthemoth · 7 months ago
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I want to chew on him like a pencil
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ahuanhz · 4 months ago
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Some recent stuffs.
and "Why do I even bother to argue with a cat?"
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tiredsurvivoronmain · 10 months ago
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A fishy gift~
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melzzzzz · 2 months ago
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wesker tries boba tea
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he likes the bubbles
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destinationtrekk · 3 months ago
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Wesker having a rut, just like a cat, rubbing and whining about being inside reader, but reader is not in the mood, let's just say Wesker hasn't been the best cat lately and his punishment is not touch reader.
I love you Wesker with cat ears and tail as he meows in despair.
(English is not my first language :()
oh oh
ruts and heats are my favorite omg I don’t even care if this is a joke
slight nsfw below the cut - 18+ only gn!reader, kind of sub-wesker, kneeling, hair pulling, finishing inside, penetration, mentions of muzzles
you know what’s happening as soon as he puts his hands on your shoulders.
you’re working from home today, just sitting at your desk and minding your own business, when Wesker comes up behind you. his broad hands are splayed across your shoulders and he’s kneading at your tense muscles while his nose is pressed behind your ear. you can already hear his purring, rumbling and cracking, and it only gets louder when his hands slide down your chest.
you turn around to scold him, you’re very busy after all, and you really can’t take off work to have marathon sex with him all day, no matter how pretty he looks with his cat-pupils blown wide in desire and his eyes pulsating with their unnatural glow.
you send him away and he hisses and scowls, but he’s back again in an hour, this time kneeling beside you so he can spin your chair to face him and he pushes your knees open, dragging his hot palms up your thighs. you’re not impressed at all, and it’s actually getting annoying when you’re trying to finish work so you can help him out.
“if you don’t cut it out, i’m putting you outside in a muzzle.” You grab and handful of his hair and tug him away from your hips, and he’s hissing again, tail lashing behind him. you’re only kind of joking, you don’t even own a muzzle, but he’s smirking now, like he’s tempted to do exactly that
Wesker starts to growl and you quickly cut him off with a twist of his fluffy white ear, making him gasp and a tortured half moan/half mewl escapes him. he’s cute when he’s mad, and his little sounds are a turn-on for you
“I only have an hour left, Al,” you murmur kindly. “So you’re going to sit over there,” you motion to the wall about six feet him behind him “with your hands on the floor, and if you so much as lift a finger you’re not touching me all night.”
his cheeks are red and eyes blown wide again, and his purr is broken and cracking like radio static. he obeys, surprisingly, and for the next hour he sits still, and you do your best to ignore his growling and purring and the way he meows out your name like a pornstar. you let him make as much noise as he wants, he isn’t moving after all, except for his swaying tail and his claws scratching the nice wood floors of his office.
when you finally clock out, he looks desperate. He’s panting and mewling and his bulge in his pants looks uncomfortably hard. You sit in front of him and let him paw all over you, and he’s begging to fuck you, begging to let him stretch you out on his fingers and slide inside and ruin and pump you full until you’re leaking all over his cock
and that’s exactly what he does, right there on his office floor. You let him go two rounds before your back just can’t take any more of the wooden floors. he’s sweating and moaning like a whore while his cum floods your walls, and you can feel it start to drip down to the floor. he picks you up and carries you to bed when you complain about it, and you know you’re going be calling out of work tomorrow the moment he slides into you a third time
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