#weskercest

[regnard13]

It's getting colder!

Dress properly and drink more hot tea! Favorite Weskercest chilling (warming up haha) together.

[damadisangue]

Time has expanded, losing importance. Somewhere there are documents waiting for them. Somewhere a phone is ringing. Somewhere they are colleagues and rivals again, beasts of battle and breeding, but here, in this moment, they are the truth - brother and sister, alpha and omega. Somewhere Spencer won, and they are pawns in his game. Somewhere perhaps they are even free, but as Wesker rests his head between her breasts, listening to her as she recounts their past - as the truth spills out between them in a room humid with heat and sex - the decision is made, the destiny changed. Wesker narrows his eyes at the hypnotic movement of Alex's fingers in his hair and promises.

This masterpiece is from the lovely and talented @madbedlam

[silverserpenta1]

Is she a good witch or a bad witch?

[fla-t-line]

CM for @damadisangue 💕

[re4make]

Opened the RE tag and the first thing I was greeted to was (fetish?) fanart of Leon pissing himself. How’s your day going?

oh it’s been going terribly! earlier today i opened the tag and was immediately met with weskercest. so it’s a particularly despicable day for the resident evil tag

[antxsaxnt-blog]

TAGGED BY: @chrisp30redfield​ TAGGING: Steal it, you scavengers.

name : Albert Wesker. nickname : If there really are any, he chooses not to acknowledge them. Besides “Shades”. Shades seems to haunt him wherever he ends up going, no matter the circumstances. gender : Male. sexual orientation : Bisexual. romantic orientation : Wesker’s sexual and romantic orientations both technically align, however due to his apparent inability to form substantial emotional bonds with women he identifies as homoromantic. preferred pet names : Variations of darling/honey/sweetie/dear are normally used by him in more casual settings or when he feels like being a condescending prick. Kitten/little one are reserved for those he’s actually intimate with, and he has no personal preference for pet names when it comes to himself as long as his partner is being generally respectful. relationship status : It’s complicated. favorite canon ship : Wesker and @multiiiplicity‘s NU!Piers even thought it’s mostly platonic, with my Chrisker/Weskerfield being a close second. favorite non-canon ship : Weskercest. Wesker✗Birkin? Wesker✗Krauser? No but really, Weskercest. opinion on true love : Craves it, but doesn’t delude himself into thinking he’s ever going to attain it. Considers it to be a material rarer than any pearl or diamond. opinion on love at first sight : In his honest opinion, the only thing that can happen at first sight is either lust or detestation, never love. how romantic are they? : He’s one suave motherfucker who knows exactly how to get what he wants with the use of gifts, money, sex appeal, and some good ol’ emotional manipulation, but while he has all of that nailed down he doesn’t invest any actual emotion into it. Wesker can wrap practically anyone around his middle finger if he feels like it, but it would just be a power move on his part. When he truly feels for someone, however, he’d be less grandiose about it and take a more subtle approach by softening his tone of voice, showing genuine concern for the other person (sometimes even to the point of being overbearing), and allowing them to see his vulnerable side, to name a few examples.  ideal physical traits in a partner : He always had a soft spot for redheads and brunettes, with blonds only becoming a sort of acquired taste later on in his life. He prefers his partners to be physically smaller and fairly younger than him, athletic/beefy, and he tends to pay extra attention to the hip/thigh area as well as the face/neck and hands (the more delicate-looking these areas are, the better). He also doesn’t mind curves and a little bit of chub in complementary areas. Preference for lighter skin tones and dark eyes. Sworn ass man. unattractive physical traits in a partner : Unhealthy amounts of fat, sagging skin, an annoying voice, and just general uncleanliness are probably his biggest turn-offs. If he can smell your sweaty cooch/balls just by standing next to you you’re gonna find yourself single again pretty quickly. ideal personality traits in a partner : Balance, stability, consistency/reliability, honesty, confidence, and independence are what he looks for the most personality-wise because if he can’t trust his partner it’s not going to last. It would have to be someone who can not only keep up with him and provide an intellectual challenge but also be an emotional anchor for him, without prying into his thoughts/feelings or personal space. He likes bratty submissives with enough of an attitude/sass to keep things interesting, and prefers those with a darker/more sardonic sense of humor that match his own (TL;DR: Wesker is really fucking picky). Basically somebody on the calmer side who will just love him for who he is. unattractive personality traits in a partner : Laziness, cockiness, cowardice, smothering neediness/dependency, and disloyalty/dishonesty. Just. Nope. Not with this guy. ideal date : Mood-dependent. He’s a bit of a recluse, so a walk/drive around town or visiting a small café would suffice on most days, maybe even just a Netflix & Chill type of date. On other days, he might feel like taking his partner to busier places just so he can flaunt them and show them off. do they have a type? : *points at Piers and Jill* That’s it. That’s his type. average relationship length : Less than a year. preferred non-sexual acts of intimacy : Reading together tangled up in each other’s limbs. He also adores it when his partner rests their head on his chest, whether they’re resting or listening to music/watching TV while he reads. He’d often play with their hair absentmindedly and enjoy the silence and closeness without having to do anything. commitment level : Faithful, but not loyal; Wesker’s commitment to anything is a conscious, calculated choice as opposed to a moral obligation, meaning that if the relationship no longer suits his needs or becomes tedious he’s going to pack his things and leave. He won’t even look back. past relationships? : All of them were either self-serving flings or unfortunate failures. He doesn’t like thinking about any of them.

[ziarendrawingspree]

WIP

worship yourself today with Albert Wesker.

[viruxlent]

Some Wesker/Wesker for spoopy-wesker

[i have some weird scar headcanaons sory]

[ask-nice-wesker]

Hey Lover. ((can we get some AU weskercest up in here? xD))

Albert stared at his double, smiling as his naked form was hit by the rising sun. Wesker really was a cutie. Not that he would ever say that to his face.

He wondered what this was, he hoped it wasn't a one night stand. However knowing Wesker, it most likely was. And that frighten Albert.

He sighed, snuggling close to Wesker. Hoping for once he wouldn't be left behind like the others.

[damadisangue]

20 questions for fic writers Thank you, @thetentaclecommander ❤️ 1. How many works do you have on AO3? 153! 95 only in Resident Evil fandom. 2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 573,764 3. What fandoms do you write for? Mainly Resident Evil, but I write also for the Arcane, Game of Thrones, Batman and Assassin's Creed Syndicate (incest) fandom. 4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 1) The years we shared 2) Dirty little fairytale 3) Unravel me 4) Natural born sinner 5) All beauty destroyed 5. Do you respond to comments? Yes! Always! I always enjoy receiving them and being able to talk to people about the characters and their impressions of the plot. 6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? If I had to choose between those published I would say Forever is not for everyone, in which Alex suddenly dies before Albert and Wesker finds himself dealing with this sudden loneliness, as well as the hallucinations in which he sees his sister. 7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?  I wanna feel you from the inside, because Albert wins and both Weskers are alive and together. 8. Do you get hate on fics? Uhm, no, not really. There were those on Twitter who commented negatively saying that I wrote incest, so I sucked, but no big deal. 9. Do you write smut? Well, obviously yes. I believe it is a fundamental aspect of a relationship and a language through which the characters can express what words do not do. 10. Do you write crossovers? Nope! 11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?  Uhm, as far as I know, no. 12. Have you ever had a fic translated?  Yep! In Chinese and Russian! 13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?  No: I don't think I would do it well. 14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? Albert and Alex Wesker. Definitely Albert and Alex. The obsession, the brutality, the blood, the incest, the mutual possession, the total and absolute control that Wesker wants to exercise, Alex's sadistic and violent streak, the fact that they are a wonderful tangle of feelings and teeth and that they bite into each other - and the ramifications that sex can take: violent, raw, brutal, or tremendously and painfully gentle, nostalgic, needy. And then Wesker infected with the Uroboros? It's clearly a wedding invitation for me. 15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? At the moment I would like to conclude a fantasy AU on Resident Evil, but it requires a very large narrative and contextualization effort - the nations, the houses, the monsters, the creatures: I'm a very precise and methodical person so it could take me a long time 16. What are your writing strengths? Uhm, I don't know... maybe the sex and the feelings? 17. What are your writing weaknesses? The description of the environments. I think it should improve. 18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Yes. I'm Italian, so I did that for Excella. 19. First fandom you wrote for?  Batman. A long time ago. 20. Favorite fic you’ve written?  One, not yet published - violent and with torture, but which deeply explores the Weskers and which I will publish hopefully by the summer - and Lamb of God, for the sex scenes and the relationship between Alex and Albert. I'm not sure who to tag, so anyone can use it freely! @judasiskariot @vesperene @tacky-tramp @junotranscends @omgbarbiegurl @doctor-hannibal-wesker @irithyll-writes @joanna-lannister

[damadisangue]

"Do we know each other?" "No." "Uhm." "I liked your glasses." Wesker stares at her sideways, eyes arctic as snow. "They look good on you." Silence. "But they fit me better." she adds, tilting her head towards him. Albert stands without another word, sizing her up from behind his dark glasses. "Your name, please?" Alex smiles, playing with the rim of his cup. "You know my name, captain: you whispered it with my mouth around your cock this morning and your fingers in my cunt." Wesker smiles back at the memory and brushes her temple with the knuckles of his free hand without hesitation.

Stunning art from the amazing @madbedlam

[damadisangue]

The creature lies inert, starving. Sitting in the center of your chest, between your ribs, scrape out what remains of your wealth. It has little skeletal fingers and no skin, but even though you always give it everything, it keeps asking. Looking back on the past you might realize many things, miserable old man, but you don't. You continue to swallow your pills with the absurd belief that Alex will make it

Oh, but she's already done it. If only you could see her now, father, the prodigal son murmurs.  If only you could see a crumb of her soul - of her hatred, he adds, horribly sweet.  If only you could see us, fucking and laughing behind your back, he whispers, ruthless - amused by your pain. 

and you cling to this crazy idea. Clawed to your chair like a bird to its perch, you wait. You do your experiments, you rebuild Raccoon City again and again and again, you take your medicine and you wait, tenaciously attached to what little life you have left. You wait and die. Amazing work from the talented and lovely @madbedlam

[damadisangue]

Maybe he should have asked him; if he had had the patience it would have been a good question to ask. Did you know?, he would have started, squeezing that old and sick heart to force it to beat. Did you know, or did Erkenbert screw you over in this too, father?, he would have greeted him, pulling that grayish mass of veins and arteries - reveling in the resistance they would have put up before coming out of him chest in a gush of blood and bones. "He didn't know." Alex answers for him, a profile that the night of Sushetovanie makes beautiful, ethereal. "Erkenbert kept it from him." she adds, describing a semicircle around his navel. "But I knew." she murmurs, stopping her silent exploration. Wesker is silent, turning his head on the pillow and staring at her - capturing in her a fragile, delicate uncertainty. "I knew it from the beginning." she whispers, and it's a moment: an instant in which she lowers her face before raising it and looking straight into his eyes - a transparent blue, made even colder by the shine of the snow. There is pride in Alex's proxemics: a dignity that not even the disease had been able to erase - her body now thinner, white skin and bloodless lips. Wesker raises himself on his elbows, sitting up and leaning towards her - a massive and imposing shadow that towers over her, swallowing her whole. Alex looks up at him, lifting her chin, and when he kisses her she sighs, releasing a sound halfway between relief and excitement.

"I'm your brother." "Yes."

He lifts her by the hips, bringing her to his lap and tearing a half smile from her when she gets tangled in the crumpled sheet - he tears it, breaking down the last barrier between him and her naked body.

"It all makes sense now."

There's method in his movements; there's impatience and desire, a combination that only showed when he was with her, putting aside the impassive and calculating god-man.

"What? You think we were programmed to be this way? You think it's written in our genetics - in our blood?"

He places a hand between her breasts, parting his fingers and then moving them down - brushing her soft cunt and smoothing her clit with his thumb.

"No." "Then what, Albert? What makes sense?"

Alex moans into his mouth, arching against his chest and showing him the naked fold of her neck - her hips swinging on his fingers in a languid, uninhibited rhythm.

"This." he had replied, clawing at the left side of his shirt as if his chest hurt.

He buries his face in her hair, breathing, and her scent tears something in him - fragments and sensations that have finally found their place.

"This, sister."

If he still had a heart he knows it would beat only for her.

Another masterpiece from the lovely @madbedlam

[damadisangue]

Anger makes them frantic, intense; desire reckless and fragile. Alex holds back a gasp as he presses her against the shower wall, clings to her shoulders and cuts - draws reddish streaks along her chest, releasing a moan that almost resembles a growl. "I knew it from the beginning." she whispers, and it's a moment: an instant in which she lowers her face before raising it and looking straight into his eyes - a transparent blue, made even colder by the shine of the snow. There is pride in Alex's proxemics: a dignity that not even the disease had been able to erase - her body now thinner, white skin and bloodless lips. Wesker raises himself on his elbows, sitting up and leaning towards her - a massive and imposing shadow that towers over her, swallowing her whole.

"Now it all makes sense, sister.''

[damadisangue]

March 1990

"She'll collapse." she tells him, and in the darkness of the room Albert traces her naked profile with his fingers, his tongue Alex flexes beneath his hands, a pale, shiny curve that vibrates with every thrust, every gasp. "She won't make it." He squeezes her hips, her breasts; he seeks her mouth in a kiss that is all teeth and hunger. "I'm a little sorry." Alex slides her fingertips over his lips, along the pulsating line of his carotid artery. "I liked her." She squeezes, feeling him tense beneath her - in her cunt his cock get even harder and thick. "When the time comes..." Albert lifts her up, forcing her to her knees - bending her to his desires. Alex laughs - sighs when she feels him push his cock in her in one thrust. "When the time comes I won't let them become monsters." she murmurs, and then moans, stifling his name in the crumpled sheets. "I won't let them become like us." Albert lets himself go against her back, presses her down - bites and comes, tearing a sudden orgasm from her that breaks her and drips along her thight.  Alex accepts the pain of a man who knows no other form of love.

A magnificent work from @madbedlam

[damadisangue]

She has small breasts - pink nipple and soft skin.

Wesker manages to hide them in the palm of his hands, Alex's teeth sunk into his shoulder.

He bites, touches, licks, until Alex is nothing between his fingers, only wet thighs and hot skin.

The unanswered calls have risen to twenty, he doesn't even count his emails anymore.

He bares his teeth, crushes her against the wall - he promises that after this he will eliminate the problem.

The virus laughs, it already knows the answer.

You can not. You do not want.

Alex narrows her eyes, giving him the perfect portrait of the victim.

Red cheeks, a frightened look and a languid body.

He takes her face between his fingers, pressing - he calls her, searching for her soul.

The virus roars, Alex's explodes.

His pupil narrows to a blackish crack, his iris bleeds.

Good girl.

Alex smiles, and it's an open trap - just waiting for him.

It doesn't take long for the role of executioner to become that of victim.

A perfect picture for this story from the amazing @madbedlam ❤️