#weskercest

[cenorii]

Oldsker has scars and prosthetics from Shards of Obsidian On the threshold of despair he reached for the unknown. Every time, looking into a new abyss, he noticed how emptiness absorbs him. He did not know where the illusion ends, and the truth begins... where is his true self? And what awaits him, having just been appointed Captain. Discovery or inevitable failure? One thing he knew for sure - nothing is easy. The storm that only he could see was overwhelming, and it foresaw something that could not be appreciated or understood. It was just a feeling of something that was not visible, coming. The truth was known only by one who stood behind him. But only because in reality, he was really far ahead.

[damadisangue]

First line tag game

"Rules: write down the first lines of ten of your fics or something like that.''

Crushed (Biohazard)

I lived, I died.

And then I lived again.

2. Kill the dead (Biohazard)

Pale, fragile in his hands. There is nothing about Alex that isn't destroyed - broken.

3. My violent heart (Biohazard)

There is blood on his tongue, between her legs - a whitish thread of sperm on her inner thight, where he lays a kiss, snatching a whine from her.  It drips on their skin, dirtying them with desire and hunger - red and white; blood and longing.

4. We are the broken, we are the chosen (Biohazard)

There is peace in these moments.  There is peace on her mouth, between her thights.  There is peace around them - a crumpled sheet and Alex's hand in his, soft and warm. 

5. Soulmates never die (Arcane) A paper doll; an ashtray decorated in neon pink and green.  The shell of a shark bomb, a slightly squashed cake filled with bitter cocoa stolen directly from Whoopie Cakes in Piltover. There had always been a gift for him on Valentine's Day - the innocence of a child that had then changed into the shy interest of a teenager and the most visceral desire of an almost adult.

6. Bubblegum (Arcane) There is no color in the snow as it falls on Zaun, no flavor.  Jinx watches it with a mixture of curiosity and wonder, tipping her palm upward.  It settles in her hair, along the emaciated line of her shoulders - an eight-year-old thing that looks much more little. 

7. Legacy (Assassin's Creed: Syndicate) Jacob knows that Evie hasn't quite come to terms with what they are - with what they repeat every night, shamelessly. He sees it from the way she sometimes looks at other couples on the street, when one of the Rooks discusses her authority - even in the mischievous jokes that Clara addresses to her.

8. Every night I burn (Biohazard)

It is a lazy night, sleepy. She is wet, soft: she fucks him with slothful and languid movements - her cunt pink and swollen, dripping with their previous orgasms. He brushes her hips with his hands, caressing her belly and pinching her nipples.

9. XIII (Biohazard) A Dalí painting. La Valse, by Camille Claudel. The colors of Caravaggio, the expressive strength of the Romans - Pompeii, Herculaneum. Alex sighs into his mouth, tangles her fingers in his hair. "Why?" she asks, with no response. Albert bares his teeth and bites.

10. With teeth (Biohazard) She is white, Alex: a pale profile breathing softly at his side - the sheet crumpled between her knees and a serene, quiet expression on her face. She's red, Alex; between her thighs, on her lips, where he bit her while she moaned his name, showing him the brutal truth that she hid behind her hieratic, aloof ways.

Tagged by the lovely @judasiskariot - thank you so much, darling. ❤️ I tag @shininglightofdarkness, @vesperene, @thetentaclecommander, @jvgotic, @doctor-hannibal-wesker and @ashlinnjarnheimm

[regnard13]

It's getting colder!

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

[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.

[viruxlent]

Some Wesker/Wesker for spoopy-wesker

[i have some weird scar headcanaons sory]

[damadisangue]

Tag game: pick your tropes (NSFW edition)

Got tagged by the lovely @judasiskariot, thank you so much, darling! ❤️

Obviously I was thinking of a specific couple - coff coff, Albert and Alex, coff coff.

outdoor sex or hotel sex | consistent d/s dynamic or switching | rough oral sex or tender hand stuff | exhibitionism or praise kink | consensual somnophilia or bondage | hate sex or make-up sex | ex sex or stranger sex | orgasm control or multiple orgasms | dirty talk or body worship | threeway or mutual masturbation | aphrodisiacs or s&m | making love or power dynamics

I tag @shininglightofdarkness, @vesperene, @thetentaclecommander, @jvgotic, @madbedlam, @madamewesker, @doctor-hannibal-wesker

[ziarendrawingspree]

WIP

worship yourself today with Albert Wesker.

[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]

Brother, she whispers, and his cock twitches inside her.  They had never spoken about it openly, but they knew - both of them.  The truth had come out in 1991, when a different woman had welcomed him upon her return from the U.S.A. army - a possessed woman, disturbing in the brutal strength that she exuded from her.  It had spilled between them, the truth, strings of viral material and alleles that Alex had opened before him like a croupier - blood test and genetic codes that almost overlapped.  Twins, she had stated, dry.  Sesquizygotic twins, the conclusion - a feverish, anxious spark in her eyes.  Alex tangles her fingers in his hair, rubbing her cheek against his — she lifts one knee up, giving him full access, an obscene sound in the air, lewd.  Wesker pulls away from her just enough to seek out her mouth in a demanding, ecstatic kiss - a sigh on his lips,

mine

an orgasm that obliterates every other word, pouring into her - the sheets tearing under his fingers, something breaking, 

perhaps her conscience; maybe his heart

and Alex follow him, a whimper that melts between her thighs, on her mouth. 

Stunning masterpiece from the talented and lovely @madbedlam

[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

[damadisangue]

omg..about your fanfic ask title.. I'm in between

"Bleeding me" and "Will you rot with me?" ??? They both sound so interesting?? So uh, since I'm an indecisive person choose it for me. Btw I love sm your writing keep it up!!

Awwwww, thank you so much, darling! I’m so flattered by your words - thank you! 💖 I still have a lot to post and write about Alex and Albert!

Will you rot with me? is a story that shows the fragility of both: five times Alex had cried, one in which had been Albert.

Here a little snippet!

She turns, and Wesker sits down beside her, moving his chair closer to the desk and giving her a careful, concentrated look.

He traces her lashes with his thumb, repeating a gesture from many years before - at the bottom of his reptilian pupil a curious, absorbed flicker.

He stops, lightly pressing his other fingers under her chin and inviting her to raise her face towards his.

Alex follows her movement and from so close Wesker can better notice the intense shade her eyes have taken on - a violent, unnatural blue.

He studies her in silence for a few moments, the quiet hum of the lab a counterpoint to his thoughts.

When he dies, defeated by his own ego, only Alex will cry for him.

Bleeding me is a story about the realization and awareness of their feelings, especially Albert's towards Alex.

A snippet!

Fingers smeared with cream and sugar, eyes lost out the window, where snow has now invaded the streets and the sky, isolating Raccoon City and turning off the lights on the city.

Alex takes a sip of what he suspects to be hot chocolate, absently licking her ring and middle fingers - there, where a band of white gold and obsidian rests.

She lets one foot dangle over the edge of the table, the other leg bent under her, wearing his blue shirt from the S.T.A.R.S. uniform and nothing else.

"I can feel you, Al.” she murmurs, little more than a breath.

Wesker remains still, studying her from the threshold between the entry and the kitchen - in the hollow between her neck and her shoulder stand out the marks of his bites, small depressions that have bled on his tongue, between his teeth.

[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]

🖋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