#weskercest

[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

[regnard13]

It's getting colder!

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

[meganswifeong]

p.s. don't @ me w/ "don't use the x reader tag cuz you just want attention". I put it here for a reason. The more you tell me not to, the more you show me why it should be there.

X reader tag is exactly what it mean, for fanfiction, not memes, not relatable content, not discourse, it's for WRITTEN WORK, if u wrote a fic &n also added at the end in an authors note smthin like "i dont like a lot of the incest fics i want to make less dark content etc etc" that's reasonable, dont put non-x-reader work in x reader tags, that's the point, this is a discussion post (as u admit in comments) tag it the character / fanfiction etc

Older boyfriend Leon is *chef's kiss*. Daddy kink is alright, I like that one too. Whatever includes Leon not being related to the reader AT ALL.

right. so a kink (daddy kink) which is literally an incest/age play kink is ok, but not... incest... i dont get this. like what do u think daddy kinks r? yah. its incest/incestual roles rp & ageplay. if u like daddy kinks, ur reading incestual role play in kinky context. THATS sexualising incest... idk what this is, written fictional incest is precisely what daddy kinks r, both r fictionalizing the concept of incestual roles for incestual rp.

all the ppl telling u "first time in fandom" r correct. AO3 was made to host incest (thorki & wincest), redfieldcest/weskercest used 2 b the most common shipfics outside of chreon fics on ao3/fanfiction dot net. incest in written fiction even outside of fanfiction exists everywhere, stuff that is nominated & even in some states, read for educational value (flowers in the attic for example)

no offence, but if u dislike a certain topic you deem not-okay, simply saying "its gross!! shouldnt exist!!" isn't reasonable, murder, incest, rape, violence, corruption etc are things meant to be explored in fiction, published more often than not, same as it is in fanfiction

some of u come to this conclusion that fanfiction writers have a different expectation than published authors, and should NEVER EVER write sensitive topics, which is odd. and censorship will do us no good, yes even stuff you dislike

ppl aren't exactly coming into school libraries and writing on the walls "THERES GROSS BOOKS IN THIS LIBRARY!!! INCEST BOOKS IN THIS LIBRARY!!!", becoz common sense u dont

there is no actual, constructive opinion you've delivered here, aside from "I dislike that this work of fiction displays a disturbing topic. and why am I seeing it??" well y is cuz u arent filtering or shi.

so then. what is ur point in posting this, when u have not reblogged a single other fic written by non-incest leon writers? yall dropped out of school lost basic comprehension and critical thinking, and whine about it on the internet. that's what tis shi look like. go outside, real problems r going on, trump's team does want to ban books from public eye, books that are imperitive to education, focus on THAT, instead of yapping abt fanfiction of all things n showing fanfic authors 0 support as well

Guys can we like... NOT write literal incest fanfiction about Leon Kennedy? Like??????? Disgusting????

Do not tell me it's a kink or something. It's just sick.

And trust me, Leon would get a restriction order against all of you who write it.

Older boyfriend Leon is *chef's kiss*. Daddy kink is alright, I like that one too. Whatever includes Leon not being related to the reader AT ALL.

Like, seriously... INCEST???????

Get tf out of here. Hella my face.

p.s. don't @ me w/ "don't use the x reader tag cuz you just want attention". I put it here for a reason. The more you tell me not to, the more you show me why it should be there.

[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]

[damadisangue]

🖋New Year Writing Tag 📝Reflections🖋

Tagged by the lovely @judasiskariot: thank you so much, darling. ❤️

What's been your biggest learning point this past year? 

Risk. Always push myself and my writing a little further, but trying to maintain a certain narrative elegance.

How has your writing developed this past year? 

I tried to maintain a good narrative and stylistic quality: I don't know if it has evolved or not, but I'm satisfied with what I've written and the plots I've developed - in particular for a series of stories that were born as what ifs of RE Village, Blood and Iron.

Good writing habits? 

Consistency. Write a little every day.

Bad writing habits? 

Uhm, none, actually. I always try to finish what I start. Well, maybe, sometimes, not starting something because I don't have the time (or I don't think I have) to finish it.

Favorite thing you wrote? 

This is a tough one.

I have more than one. Dripping Red Iovis et soror et coniunx The Devil within The blood we shed

Favorite reads? 

Different stories from different authors: I don't have just one.

Biggest win? 

Keep writing: it is my greatest success, despite life's commitments.

Goals for the new year? 

Write, write, write: and give more substance to a story I have in mind (alternative universe) in the world of Resident Evil.

Your favorite words of the year, aka the words you check each chapter for, making sure you didn't repeat them 788 times? 

Monstrous.

What are you excited for in the new year?

Of the stories I will read, of the things I will share with those who follow me and with those who always spend a few kind words for me (thank you very much @judasiskariot)

I tag @thetentaclecommander, @tacky-tramp, @vesperene, @doctor-hannibal-wesker, @aveimperator40k

[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]

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]

“Long night?” she asks, her voice still thick with sleep. Wesker continues to stroke her hair, imagining what it would be like to wrap it around his wrist and pull, waking her fully, or to lace his fingers in it and lift her toward him while she’s still so compliant — soft and yielding like those mornings when he surprised her with his tongue in her cunt.  Alex narrows her eyes, looking at him as if she really sees him — as if his thoughts are naked before her, stripped of every mask and illusion. She looks at him, and something twitches between his ribs — an invisible thread that’s been coiling beneath their skin, stitching together pieces of each other until they’re one. He knows she can feel it, too: that tension is stretching between her organs like a tentacled monster, making them both acutely aware of each other’s presence. She raises herself on her elbows, the blanket sliding down, revealing a warm, welcoming body - his hands instinctively seeking her under her white sweater, drawing a surprised, bewildered sound from her. ''You're freezing.'' she murmurs, placing her hands on his - his fingers brushing her bare breasts, squeezing them lightly. ''It's snowing.'' he replies, as if it weren't obvious, and Alex laughs at that retort - she sighs, leaning toward him and seeking his mouth in a soft, unhurried kiss. Stunning art from the lovely @madbedlam

[damadisangue]

She hasn't kept track, but she's pretty sure this is a childish revenge for the dress. Or maybe the dance on the table. Or maybe it's just the Beast asking, and they answer, always. He moves between her hips slowly, the dirty sound of his thrusts drowning out all the others in the tight space of the bathroom - his thumb making small concentric circles on her clit, drawing another orgasm from her, another surrender. "Fuck." Alex hisses, palming him on the shoulder. Wesker laughs into her hair, one arm supporting her by the butt and pulling her toward him - his scent smelling of satisfaction, possessiveness. She feels his teeth grazing the crook of her neck and for a moment nothing is enough - everything is too much: his fingers between her thighs, his hot breath on her skin, the tension in her lower abdomen, around his cock, where she knows it is expanding in its primal form. Wesker lifts his face, searching for her eyes - around the iris a reddish, unnatural tinge. Alex shakes her head, breathless - I don't think I can do it, Al, she murmurs, but her brother is merciless, determined and focused like everything in his life. Just another one, he whispers, roughly. Come for me, sister, he asks her, supplicant. The mirror is cold between her shoulder blades, the ceramic of the shelf giving way under the pressure of her fingers - a nail chipping, bits of blue nail polish falling at her feet like her composure. "Al." she manages to say before she comes, the orgasm tearing her breath away and crushing her chest, her heart, and then making it explode. She moans, and feels Wesker's hand fall over her mouth to muffle the sound. Alex inhales sharply, distantly feels something breaking - her brother's thrusts becoming more frantic, brutal, and when he comes he kisses her, swallowing her gasps.

Plic, plic. Plic.

For a few moments here they are: breaths and whispers that taste like a promise and a future they want to believe in - for which they will destroy, and kill. Wesker kisses the corner of her mouth, her throat, pausing in the space between her breasts and caressing her left nipple with the tip of his tongue: he looks at her, and Alex nods - her cheeks red, her hair now shorter and messy. He bites, her brother: he sinks his teeth until he feels the blood bloom on his lips, calming the Beast of both when the canines reach the apocrine gland, a tremor running through both of them: another orgasm, although less intense than the previous ones.

Plic, plic.

Alex leans her head back and closes her eyes.

"Sit here, buttercup." Claire stares at the pile of orange and yellow pillows that Karl is pointing out to her, catching the amused gaze of Alcina, the last descendant of a lineage of alphas famous for wine and the production of musical instruments. "Redfield." she calls out, raising a cocktail glass filled with cherry bourbon. "Dimitrescu." Claire replies, and Karl grabs her wrist, pulling her slightly downward. Gina looks around, a tall tumbler in her hands, a vodka Gimlet swinging, and an uncertain, embarrassed look in her eyes. "Get a chair." Karl urges her, getting up and retrieving a Liberty-style poolside chair. "No friend of Claire's has to stand all night." he concludes, winking at her - his ripped jeans and wrinkled shirt giving him a gypsy grunge look, wild and inviting. Gina lets out a light, delicate laugh: a beta flattered by an alpha, happy to be one. Claire sighs, taking a generous sip of Bramble - the acidity of lemon and gin under her tongue, the sweeter aftertaste of sugar. "So." Alcina begins, swirling the cherry in alcohol in the cocktail, "How are you getting on at the Ancient Lodge?" "Good." Claire replies, Karl returning to sit beside her, kissing her bare shoulder and making her smile. "Wonderful." Alcina replies, biting into the cherry - her canines slightly longer than the rest of her teeth, a characteristic of some alphas after sexual maturation "Usually have a hard time fitting in, especially if they don't... well, if they don't come from old families like ours." Claire crosses her legs, shrugging. "I haven't had any problems; you're even nice. Sometimes. When you take the stick out of your ass." Alcina studies her in silence for a few moments, suspicious, and after what seems like minutes she giggles, relaxing against the back of the lounge. Gina looks from one to the other, laughing every now and then and listening to snatches of conversation; Karl lies back among the pillows, drawing imaginary patterns on Claire’s back — he sniffs, and catches the beta’s shy note of desire, a faint, delicate scent.

Innocent.

He squints, listening to the music echo through the garden and looking up at the stars — he’s just started counting them when he senses it, maninka and leather and more. “Big guy.” he announces, and when Gina whirls around Karl understands, and doesn’t know whether to pity her or be annoyed. “Poodle.” a second voice calls out — neutral, stern. Alcina sniffs and finishes her drink in one go. “The belt.” he says, tucking it back into place. Alex follows his movement, adjusting her dress at her hips and checking her makeup in the cracked mirror — white gold threads between her breasts and princess-cut aquamarines with tsavorites and black diamonds on her ears. “At least you didn’t break it.” she replies, taking a step back to control herself better. Wesker lets out a sound that resembles laughter, rolling up his shirt sleeves over his arms; he turns the key in the bathroom lock, placing one hand on the handle and offering her the other. "What a gentleman." she teases him, her eyes glinting with amusement, ambiguity. Wesker smiles, opening the door and kissing her temple in a chastened, brotherly gesture: under his tongue the taste of her has not yet stopped burning. You can find the entire chapter at the link above. Here, another masterpiece from the lovely @madbedlam

[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