#albert wesker x female!reader

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Conflicted, Yet Certain

[Albert Wesker x Agent!Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Tension rises when you refuse to do what Wesker orders. The result? Well, it's nothing short of explosive {GIF Creds: @monsieurphantom}.

WC: 2611

Category: Spice/Lime, Insane Amount of Sexual Tension {TW: Choking, Slamming into Trees (lmao), Wesker being a lil bitch}.

I’m going to be so real with all of you rn. I’m not a complete stranger to Resident Evil; I know some things (most all relating to Leon and Ethan 😏), but in terms of Wesker… yeah, I dunno THAT much. I did lots and lots of Google research solely because I discovered him through an edit (I’m also aware of the Separate Ways DLC, too, don’t worry), and he’s cool asf. So, bada boom, this oneshot was born.

And I don’t want to toot my own horn, but I think I pretty much nailed him. Personality-wise, that is. And @yoursacredqueenmother, don’t you come for me. You knew this was going to happen.

So, with that out of the way, enjoy this fic that I spent way too much time on :)

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It was like a gush of wind. One minute, you were staring into the dark abyss of his shades, free to move, and the next, you were against a tree with a firm hand gripping your neck. No matter how many times you were reminded of his inhuman strength, it always caught you off guard.

"I asked you a question,"

Wesker was standing so close that your bodies were almost touching, his grip tightening every second that passed without a response. His free hand moved from his side to rest on the knife on his hip. Your eyes moved down to the weapon, and he let out a low, almost guttural, chuckle.

"What, are you afraid?"

He pressed the blade against your cheek. The cold steel made your skin burn, and you winced as it cut into your skin. He held it there, watching you struggle. You didn’t try to push him away or escape the pain, but you didn’t give him the answer he was looking for, either.

You looked up at him stiffly and gave him a look that was equal parts hate and disgust. He was always playing these games, pushing you, taunting you, testing you. You knew he wanted you to react, to show him that he had any effect on you.

He removed the knife from your face, and you exhaled a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Wesker didn't remove his hand from your neck, though. Instead, he ran his glove-covered fingers across your cheek, wiping away the blood from the small cut on your cheek.

"I expected better of you," He paused, and you felt his nails dig into your skin, "And, more importantly, I expect my orders to be followed."

Your heart skipped a beat as you heard the unspoken threat in his words. You couldn’t stop the shudder that went through your body, and the scariest thing about the whole situation was that you weren’t sure if it was fear or arousal.

His grip on your neck loosened, and you relaxed, letting your head fall forward slightly. You knew that, at this point, Wesker was just waiting for an answer, and you had nothing left to lose by giving it to him.

"I won't do it."

"Excuse me?"

He tightened his grip on your neck and lifted your head up to look him in the eye. Your heart raced, and you could feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins.

"I won't do it. And you can't make me."

Wesker scoffed and took a step back, letting go of you completely. You took a deep breath and watched him intently, waiting for him to strike again.

He didn’t, surprisingly. He just stood there, looking at you. It was a real pain how he could see right through you, and all you had were his damn glasses.

"You can't make me," You repeated. It was shocking how much confidence you had in that statement, especially given that Wesker could break you in half if he wanted to, but despite everything, you were defiant.

He tilted his head, his lips curved into a smirk. His posture was casual, and, while you were still tense, his attitude was the complete opposite of what it was a few minutes ago.

"I think you'll find that I can."

There was no trace of the threatening, sadistic man you were so used to dealing with. Instead, he was calm, almost charming, but it didn't change the fact that you didn't trust him for a second.

He took a step towards you and then another. Before you could move, his hand was on the back of your neck, pulling you closer.

"You will do as I say because if you don't," He paused and leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "Chris will be the one who has to deal with your mistakes."

It was a low blow, and, as much as you wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, you knew he was right. There was no way you were going to put Chris in any kind of danger. Not now. Not ever.

Wesker chuckled. The sound was dark and full of amusement. He was enjoying the power he had over you, and you hated it.

"You'll do what I say, won't you?"

You didn't reply, but it didn't matter. You were both aware that he was right. He knew that, no matter what, you would follow his orders. He knew that if it came down to it, you would give up everything for the sake of protecting Chris.

You felt Wesker's hands loosen, and he stepped away, putting some distance between the two of you. He seemed pleased with your decision, his smirk growing wider as he watched you.

"Now, go and prove yourself useful, my dear," Wesker commanded, the amusement gone from his voice.

He turned his back to you and began to walk away, but you couldn’t leave it like that. You couldn't just stand there and watch him leave.

You rushed forward and grabbed his arm, an act that he fully expected and allowed but not one that was welcome. He spun around and grabbed your wrist, twisting it painfully. If he weren’t so precise in his movements, he would have broken it.

You didn’t bother tugging or fighting his grip. You just stood there and stared up at him, waiting for him to say something.

He didn't. Instead, he just looked down at you. It was a different kind of stare. Not one that was filled with amusement or anger but curiosity. He was curious about what you were doing. He was curious about what kind of game you were trying to play.

"I'm not afraid of you."

Wesker raised an eyebrow. You could almost hear the sarcasm in his voice when he spoke.

"Oh, I'm well aware."

He released your wrist, his touch lingering longer than necessary. You flexed your fingers and rubbed at the spot where he grabbed you, trying to ease the ache.

You weren't afraid of him, but that didn't mean that you weren't intimidated by him. It didn't mean that you weren't cautious. After all, he was stronger and faster than you, and his control was unmatched.

"Why don't you go run along to Redfield now, Agent," Wesker said, his tone almost teasing, "I'm sure he'll be delighted to hear of your obedience."

You didn't wait around to listen to any more of his taunts. Something took over, something that made you do something really, really stupid.

You walked straight up to him, no words spoken, no thoughts shared, just pure, unadulterated instinct. Inches away from him, you pushed yourself up onto the tips of your toes and smacked your palm against his cheek.

His head snapped to the side, his eyes most likely wide, and his mouth slightly parted. The slap didn't hurt, or at least, it didn't affect him physically, but it was enough to shock him. He didn't expect that.

He turned his gaze back to you, his jaw clenching and his fists balled up. His shoulders tensed, and you could see the annoyance written all over his face.

"Do it again."

Stern and cold, his voice was low and full of warning. A part of you told you to walk away, to get out of there while you still had the chance, but the other part of you refused.

Your hands trembled slightly, but you didn't back down. You’ve been holding it in for so long, so agonizingly long, and this was your chance to do something, to let go, even if it was just for a second.

For once, you didn't care about the consequences, or the punishment, or the fact that, at that moment, Wesker could very well kill you.

You slapped him again. Tried to, anyway. He was too fast, and before your hand could reach his face, he grabbed your wrist again. He pulled you forward, twisting your arm behind your back, and held you against him.

His other hand was on the back of your head, forcing it up so that you were looking him straight in the eyes. Except, again, you couldn’t. Not with those fucking sunglasses in the way.

He leaned down, his lips only a few inches from yours. You could feel his breath on your skin, warm and heavy, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

"Do it."

This time, there was no malice or mockery in his voice. No, he wasn't telling you to hit him. He was giving you permission.

Your heart was racing, and your legs felt weak. It was so much, and you weren't sure how much more you could take. You hated him, God, did you hate him.

But, at the same time, there was something about him that drew you in. Something that made your pulse quicken, and your stomach churn. Something that made your head spin and your palms sweat. Something that made you want him, even if you didn't want to admit it.

And, as much as you hated him, as much as you loathed him, you couldn't help but want him.

He was a monster. He was evil. He was everything you had spent years fighting against, but there was no denying the attraction you felt towards him.

The heat of his body was overwhelming, and the smell of him, a mix of leather and gunpowder, was intoxicating. His grip on your hair tightened, forcing you closer, and you were sure he could hear the way your breathing hitched.

"Come on, dear," He taunted, that mocking, sinister tone back in his voice, "Don’t tell me you're losing your nerve."

That was it. That was all it took. You didn’t know what came over you, but suddenly, your hand was on the back of his neck, and you were crashing your lips against his.

It was messy and rough, and there was so much anger, hate, and lust behind it. Wesker returned the kiss, his lips moving against yours, and he let go of your hair and the arm he had pinned behind your back.

His hands moved to your waist, gripping tightly, and you grabbed a fistful of his hair. He let out a low growl deep in his throat and pushed you backward.

The next thing you knew, your back was once again thrown against the nearest tree. It wasn’t as painful this time, mostly due to the adrenaline coursing through your veins and Wesker taking the initiative to move his arm to the back of your neck to soften the impact.

The bark was rough against your skin, and the scent of pine was strong, but none of it mattered. Not with the way his hands found your thighs, lifting them up to wrap around his waist.

Not with the way his teeth bit and nipped at your bottom lip, drawing blood. Not with the way his tongue soothed the wounds, tasting the coppery fluid.

Not with the way his hips rolled against yours, drawing out a moan from the back of your throat.

Wesker pulled away and trailed kisses along your jaw, moving to the side of your neck. You gasped and bucked your hips as his teeth scraped against the sensitive flesh.

He chuckled, the vibration of his voice against your skin making your head spin, and moved his hand from the back of your neck to hold the sides of your face.

He was so close. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, the warmth of his body contrasting the cool air around you.

You wanted to reach up and rip those fucking sunglasses off his face to finally see what was hidden behind them. You wanted to look him in the eyes, to see what kind of expression was on his face.

You wanted to know if he felt the same way you did, the same fire, the same desire.

You wanted to know if he hated you as much as you hated him.

Instead, you ran your fingers through his hair, grabbing and tugging at it, causing him to growl against your neck. His lips were still on your skin, sucking and biting at the delicate flesh, and his hands were exploring every inch of you.

His hands roamed, and you closed your eyes, savoring the sensation of his touch. Your head was clouded with desire, and you could barely focus.

It was all happening so fast. Too fast. Your body was on fire, and, for a moment, you forgot who you were with and what he had done. You forgot the pain and the suffering and the lives that had been lost.

You forgot it all, and, just for a moment, it felt good. It felt right. It felt like you were meant to be together in every way.

Wesker was no fool, and he certainly didn't miss the change in your breathing or the way your muscles relaxed under his touch. He could hear your heartbeat, the rhythmic thumping growing quicker and louder as his hands moved lower, and he could smell the scent of arousal in the air.

He pulled away and looked down at you, the corner of his lips twisted into a smug smirk. He could see the look in your eyes, the haze that was covering them. He could feel the heat of your skin and the way it prickled under his touch.

He knew what you were thinking and what you were feeling, and he could use it to his advantage.

"So, this is how to get through to you," He mused, his voice low and teasing, "Interesting."

And just like that, reality set back in.

Your eyes snapped open, and, as if you were being electrocuted, your body went rigid. Wesker took a step back and released you from his grasp, watching intently as you fell to the ground.

Your body was numb, and your head was spinning. You couldn't move, couldn't speak. You were frozen, unable to do anything but watch him.

"Well, well," He started, his eyes never leaving you, "Perhaps I was wrong about you."

He took another step back, putting more distance between the two of you. You looked up at him, your breath coming out in short, ragged gasps.

He tilted his head, his face showing a mixture of amusement and annoyance, and took another step back.

"Send my regards to Chris, won't you?"

Then, he was gone. Just like that, he disappeared, and you were left alone in the woods, struggling to understand what had just happened.

What had you done?

You didn't know, and, to be honest, you weren't sure you wanted to. All you knew was that you had fucked up big time.

You had let your guard down and shown him a weakness. You had given him the perfect opportunity to use you, and use you he did.

You stood there, your mind racing and your body aching. Your legs were weak, and your heart was pounding, and it took a while for your breathing to return to normal.

Goddamn it, what had you done?!

The question haunted you, and it continued to haunt you as you stumbled back towards the main street, where your car was parked.

You were completely and utterly fucked, and you had nobody to blame but yourself.

You got into your car and turned the ignition, the engine rumbling to life. You shifted into drive and pulled away; the only thing on your mind was how badly you needed a drink.

Or two.

Or three.

Damn it… What the hell had you done?

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝒟𝐼𝒮𝒯𝑅𝒜𝒞𝒯𝐼𝒪𝒩 — a.wesker

warnings + tags — MINORS / AGELESS BLOGS DNI, female reader, tentacle / monster fucking, dub-con, swearing, slapping (face and ass), double penetration, forced oral (you’re choking on a tentacle), creampie, p in v sex, nipple play, biting, marking, 2.8K words

authors notes — so this is a short rewrite / repost of an oldish fic, but I just love dbd, wesker, and tentacles, so what better to rewrite than that? it’s a lot shorter than the last version though, we got straight to the fucking.

  the shockwave boomed through the air as yet another friend was sacrificed to the entity. that made two of them already gone, leaving just you and dwight to do the remaining three generators that were left.

 the terror radius pounded in your ears from all sides making it nearly impossible to tell where he was, and there was no sign of dwight, no sign of him being in chase or doing a generator. you crouched down behind the sofa as the killer dashed through the building, checking on the objective closest by.

 “shit, that was close…” you let out the breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

 “hey,” dwight whispered from the open door at the back, “you okay?”

 “yeah, I’m good, are you?”

 he nodded in reply, biting his nails as he looked around nervously. he was terrified and it wasn’t hard to see that, he always was, no matter how many times he was in a trial. you sighed to yourself knowing that nothing would get done if your teammate was too scared to do anything for the remainder of the trial.

 “dwight?” you shuffled quietly toward him, “go do the generator down the end of the street, and I’ll go distract wesker, okay?”

 the hesitation of your friend was obvious, the way he slowly opened his mouth to speak but then closed it again, he gave you a sad nod and started carefully sneaking towards where you told him to go. you took a deep breath and shook your head, wondering how you always get yourself into these stupid situations for the sake of other people.

 you quickly vaulted the side of the house window to make as much noise as possible, running in a straight line to the other side of the street and as far away from dwight as possible. it didn’t take long for you to hear your heartbeat getting louder and louder in your ears, so much so that you could barely hear anything else.

 “there you are,” the familiar snarky voice spoke from the other side of the car from where you were standing.

 you gulped at the sight of him, your legs going weak at the knees but you knew you had to distract for as long as you possibly could, no matter what. you knew deep down you had no chance of keeping him in chase for three whole generators, especially because you knew dwight would hide the second  wesker and yourself got a little too close for his liking.

 without a second more hesitation, you turned and took of into the house at a full sprint, running through the living room and vaulting out the kitchen window to the side — it didn’t give you much distance considering wesker’s dash meant he caught up to you almost instantly. you ran the same loop as much as you could, vaulting the window and going back through the door, and he followed just the same.

 the entity finally blocked off the windows to you, and you didn’t notice until you were being slammed up against the wall next to it. you let out a gasp and cough, and stumbled through the living room, completely winded from the hit — you swore he managed to crack a few ribs from the way you were slammed against the cabinets. there weren’t any pallets left on your side of the map, most of them used from your now dead teammates, so instead you chose to run upstairs even though you knew that was probably the worst idea you could make — you’d stand a better chance running around the cars outside. 

 wesker gained on you instantly, dashing past you in the bedroom and stopping just shy of the window, blocking your escape route. he gave you a devilish grin, his eyes glowing menacingly behind his sunglasses — it was over, one generator hadn’t even popped and he’d already caught you, sure you could run back down the stairs but what was the point?

 “doesn’t seem like your friend is doing much, does it?” the killer spoke, taking a step closer to you and making you take one back in response until your back was flat against the wall, “I know you were just running from me as a distraction. had you made a deal with him, hm?”

 there wasn’t much you could do, he was stood toe to toe with you, staring down into your eyes with a finger hooked under your chin to force you to look up at him. he was right on the money though, that so called deal you made with dwight that didn’t exactly seem to be working out in your favour. it was obvious he’d been hiding, you know you’d been running long enough for at least one generator to be completed, and it didn’t seem like he’d been messing up and blowing it up at all.

 “so why did you bother chasing me if you knew I was just trying to keep your attention?” you questioned, venom laced words because you didn’t have enough courage to spit at him.

 “you’re telling me you’ve not noticed? I thought you were smarter than that, dear…” he trailed off as his finger ran down the middle of your neck and halted part way down your chest, a quiet chuckle escaping his throat.

 “notice what?” your voice was barely noticeable, too embarrassed to speak as his other hand rested beside your head, caging you into the room, obviously in response to him noticing you oggling the doorway and stairs.

 “never you mind.”

 wesker leaned in closer to you, his lips ghosting yours for only a second before he leaned down to your ear, “why is your heart beating so fast, are you that scared of me?”

 you held your breath and squeezed your eyes closed, you couldn’t even reply, it was like your throat had closed up — even if it hadn’t, you still wouldn’t be able to speak, there was nothing you could say in response. every nerve in your body was on fire, your stomach began doing flips, and you couldn’t help but get that warm sensation between your thighs that made you have to squeeze them together. you gulped and shook your head to yourself, you couldn’t get turned on, or even think about anything like that. he’s a killer, an evil man who takes pleasure in hunting you and your friends down and sacrificing you to some spider-legged being.

 “I don’t take kindly to being ignored.”

 his words pulled you from your thoughts, making you gasp for the air that you’d been depriving yourself of, “yes, I’m scared of you.”

 he smiled, “good.”

 his breath was hot against your neck, and it made the hairs on your skin stand on end. his hand moved down from your chest and brushed against your hip, just at the gap where your shirt rode up a little bit and exposed your skin. his leather covered hand pushed under your top, slowly working its way around until he had a firm grasp on your waist.

 “wait, what’re you—“ you began to speak out against his actions but were sharply cut off by his lips meeting yours.

 it was surprisingly more gentle than you’d expect from someone like him, yet there was still force behind it, a hunger that he needed satiating in that exact moment. his hand tightened against your side while his other hand interwinded in your hair, pulling your head back so he could kiss you easier. you couldn’t pull away from him seeming how pinned you were against the wall, you pushed your hands against his chest in an attempt to protest but it didn’t make a difference — he was infinitely stronger than you, and you knew that he’d get what he wanted one way or another, whether he take it from you or you submit to him.

 “were you not being a distraction for your good friend to complete the objective?” he barely pulled away as he spoke, his tongue trailing along your bottom lip, ready to plunge itself into your mouth the second your lips parted.

 you wouldn’t kiss him back, and you surely wouldn’t let him stick him tongue in your mouth, but he had his ways. one harsh bite of your bottom lip forced you to gasp and part your lips for just an instant, giving him the perfect opportunity to move in. he let out a satisfied hum as his hand moved further up your side, his other hand joining to help push your shirt further up your body until your chest was exposed to his touch.

 “wesker, we can’t—“ you managed to stutter out between his incessant kisses, his hands wandering and groping at your chest continuously, pulling and twisting at your hard nipples.

 “yes we can.”

 finally the echo of a generator being completed in the distance sounded, and your heart skipped a beat, a little smile creeping across your face. you were surprised dwight had managed to pluck up enough courage to even complete one generator, but it meant there was a chance you could both escape…you just had to keep wesker distracted long enough.

 wesker grabbed a hold of the back of your neck and threw you to the bed that was beside the window, you yelped at the impact and it wasn’t even a second before he grabbed your ankles and flipped you onto your back, dragging you down the bed towards him all in one fluid motion. his hands worked quickly at stripping you from your clothes, not giving you much chance for protest. before you could move your hands to cover yourself up, he was already on top of you, kissing up and down your neck while he slotted himself between your open legs.

 “don’t fight me, you know you won’t win…” he whispered in your ear with a mocking tone which made your stomach twist around itself.

 the familiar squelching sound of his tentacles sliding out from the sleeve of his coat filled the otherwise silent room, and he responded with a chuckle when your eyes widened at the realisation of what he was about to do.

 you shook your head and made an attempt to close your thighs, but his body made it impossible to even try. the tendrils slithered up your thigh, leaving a cool, wet trail behind them — you whimpered quietly to yourself as you felt the tip of one of them rubbing up and down your cunt, and you couldn’t help but shudder. you didn’t want to feel good, you didn’t want him to do this but the feeling of them touching you in a way you’ve longed to be touched was too much almost immediately.

 “w-wesker,” a quiet moan, “please don’t.”

 your begs fell upon deaf ears, after all he could tell by the way your legs quivered at his touch that you wanted this just as much as he did, maybe even more than he. the tentacle rubbed up against your throbbing clit, moving round in circles as much as it could to stimulate you while another prodded up against your hole. you winced at the feeling of it slithering its slimy way into you, stretching you out just a little too much for it to feel good straight away — but the feeling of pain quickly subsided as it began pumping in and out of you at a calm pace, pushing itself as deeply into you as it possibly could, the other tentacle still rubbing at your clit to distract you.

 “fuck—“ your back arched from the bed and your hands found their way to his shoulders, your fingers digging into his leather coat.

 wesker leaned down and kissed at your neck, biting and sucking to leave his mark while his uroborus fucked into you, gradually speeding up the more your cunt tightened around it. the knot in the pit of your stomach was building up too quickly, but he wasn’t done with you, as his lips met yours, another tentacle slipped into you; this time it was in your ass. as you gasped his tongue pushed its way into your mouth, moving and exploring just as his tendrils did to your holes.

 the sounds of moaning and your wet cunt being fucked started to fill the room, as much as you hated yourself for giving in and letting yourself be used like this, it felt too good to care. his tentacles all moved quicker at a different pace to one another, burying themselves so deep into you, you didn’t even know it were possible.

 “that’s it, submit to me.” he leaned back and kissed down till his mouth latched around your nipple, his free hand tugging and pulling on the other.

 “wesker—“ your back arched and your pussy clenched around the tentacles, his name continuously falling from your mouth as you finally came, hard.

 before you could even register your orgasm, the tentacles retreated back and wesker slotted himself between your thighs more snuggly. he teased his cock up and down your wet slit before pushing straight into you, not giving you a second to adjust to the girth difference before he was pounding into you. he fucked you with an ungodly speed, another proof that he wasn’t a human, he was something a lot more than that.

 “fuck…” his voice was nearly inaudible, but still you managed to hear him say something you didn’t think he’d ever say.

 he pushed your legs up to your chest and held his hands against the back of your knees, giving himself a better angle to fuck into you. every thrust had the tip of his cock kissing your cervix but it didn’t hurt, because every single thrust had him hitting that gummy spot inside of you that had a moan being forced from you against your will. it didn’t take much longer for his tentacles to reappear, multiple of them wrapping themselves around your legs and arms — two pushing themselves into your ass while two teased your tits. as you opened your mouth to beg wesker to slow down, a tendril forced its way into your mouth, pushing its way deep down your throat and making you gag with each violating thrust.

 your eyes watered, you were overwhelmed and overstimulated but wesker and his power showed no signs of stopping. he was going to break you, mind and body, and there was nothing you could do to stop him.

 the sound of another generator popped in the near distance and you couldn’t help but whimper, there was still a chance. your eyes were looking out the window toward the sounds as you felt a stinging pain across your face.

 “do not take your attention from me, from this.” he pounded into you with almost brutal force with each word he spoke.

 tears began rolling down your cheeks as you came again, you could barely breathe, barely see, barely even stay awake. your entire body ached with every hole being abused so brutally, so amazingly. you looked up at wesker the best you could but you couldn’t keep your eyes open. you could hear him laugh at you and say something, but you’re not sure what he said, you couldn’t concentrate enough. he used that moment to flip you onto your knees, his hands gripping tightly at your hips while he pumped into you, his tendrils still not moving from what they’d been doing all along.

 your upper body collapsed against the mattress, only your hips being help up by weskers grip on you. the sounds of your muffled moans, weskers panting, and the slick sound of tentacles abusing you was definitely loud enough for dwight to hear if he came anywhere near the house, but in that very moment you couldn’t care less. wesker slapped your ass with every few thrusts, his leather gloved hand making it sting just that bit more, but he intended for his hand print to be left behind long after he had his way with you.

 you couldn’t tell how much longer he was fucking you for, how many times you came and had your juices running down the inside of your thighs and onto the mattress below, how many tears you shed into the pillow your face was buried into but finally the final generator popped. it didn’t take wesker much longer to coat your womb with his cum when he heard that familiar sound — he wasn’t happy.

 his tentacles slowly removed themselves from your stretched and abused holes as he stepped away from you. you instantly crumpled into the bed and coughed, catching the breath you hadn’t been able to get for as long as his tentacle was shoved down your throat.

 “you stay here, I have someone else to deal with,” he stood and sorted his clothes out before brushing his hair back out of his face, “then I’ll be back to finish what I started here.”

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Day Twenty-Seven: Albert Wesker + 2x Penetration

You'd been working with your captian for a few years now. You'd been right there when he destroyed the Umbrella corporation. At the end of that you stayed by your Captains side.

Even if he pushed you to leave him, leave the group that had become smaller in the past few years. Regardless you stayed by his side. Wesker had asked you to become his personal assitant, getting hsi coffee and anything else that he needed. Paperwork, pens from the drawers, whatever he needed you got for him.

The thing about Wesker is that he's always making passes at you. His large and cold hand grabbing the back of your neck one time. Or how softly his fingers feel when they brush up agasint yours when you give him his coffee cup.

Let's be hoenst you've always been a snoopy person. It started when you were a kid, looking to see if you could tell what you got for christmas, going into your mothers purse and stealing a twenty from her wallet.

But this… this was the worst. You shamelessly were snooping through your Captains drawers at his desk. He had told ou that he needed something his office, but then curoisity got the cat. Your hand just had to reach for the drawers handle.

The first drawers was fine, it was filled with pens, unmarked sticky-notes, and some chewy gum. A minty flavor whafting from inside the drawer.

The second drawer to the opposite was just as empty. A few papers in folders stacked on top of each other. There were a few written on sticky notes, and a calendar book.

Underneath were two more, but for some reason your attention took you away from the drawer to the left and brought it all to the one right in front of you. You dropped whatever Wesker had you come into the office and orignally get for him. It landed with no sound to the top of the desk. Then your hand was gripping the drawers handle hard.

You pulled the drawer open, and was saly met with nothing to appealing, a few more folders and paper work. The amount of paperwork packed away made you discouraged to look through the other drawer, but as you were closin the drawer in front of you something caughter your eye.

A towel wrapped around something, shifting a few things in the drawer you pulled the towel out, and out fell something… a toy of sorts. Why would your captain have need for a toy like this, at work no less. The dildo sat on it base, standing tall and proud. You picked it up, holding it weight in your hands. The girth of the dildo was much more then you had ever taken, and before you could put it back… you were caught.

"Y/n, what's taking you so… long." You couldn't see the smirk, but you could hear it in his voice. You tried to swallow and think of something to say, but with a six-inch dildo in your hand and an open drawer you weren't getting away with anything.

You shifted your weight on your feet, your bottom lip between your teeth, and turned to look at your captain. He was already moving towards you, a strong and wide stance the closer he got to you.

Nothing was stopping you from dropping the toy, and running out of his office. "Were being naughty? Poking around my stuff." Wesker asks you, you can't look at him right now. All the teasing all of the forward passes he's made at you has your thighs in a constant battle with each other.

When you do try to move it's already to late. His hand is wrapped around your bicep in a matter of seconds. "You know sweetpea, I think you like being naughty." he says is voice so deep, and calm. It makes your knees buckle.

"Come on now sweetpea, make me wish comes true. I know you like when I touch you." Wesker whispers into your ear before licking it. You don't bite back the moans you just let them fall freely.

Your skirt seems to hide nothing, and give away everything. Wesker moves you in such a way that has you pressed up agasint the desks surface. He flips us your skirt, a gush of cool air hitting your dampen panties. "Cap…" You moan out in revernace, "Oh be quiet sweetpea, I'll take care of you." The dildo is now sitting next to you. Base suctioned to the desks top.

Your panties are slide down your legs, and the sticky wetness follows with a string. "Look at you so wet, and it's all for me right sweetheart?" He asks. Not really looking, or caring for an answer when he shoves a finger, and then another into your soaking cunt.

Your moans bounces on the walls as he beings to finger your hole. your breasts are pressed into the hard wood surface, but you don't seem to care. 'Captain… fuck please…" You moan out as you buck into him. When he spits down at your ass you shirek with a mixture of pleasure and anxiety.

"Oh don't worry princess, I've got you now." He murmurs to you, you feel the shift, you hear the sound ofths zipper being undone, and then the press of his cock againt your entrance. Tight as frist when her pushes his head in, and then the sudden slam has you breathless.

A few thrusts as you gushing around his cock. "Oh fuck, so fuckin wet. Can you hear how wet you are for me?" He asks, as he continues his rough and hard thrusts. You're to dazed to notice the shift in his weight on your body again, but what you do notice is the intruding feeling at your ass. "captain?" You ask even though it comes out as a moan. "Sweetpea, it's okay. relax for me, you want me to make you feel good right?" You can't deny that the feeling ofhis cock in your cunt, how full you feel has you to unwilling to agrue with him.

The force, and press of that toy. You know it's the toy, the wieght of it, how unreal it feel compared to Weskers cock. You still moan as the head of the dildo makes it past the pressure, the tight squeeze of the dildo makes you want to scream, and the feeling of Wesker cock right next to it makes you fall even further into the desk.

You become limp. Like a rag doll being fucked for not your pleasure. "There you go." Wesker praises you for your relaxation as the dildo makes it the hilt. Now that's over Wesker is back to thursting into you at a vigorous pace, unforgiving. He pumps the toy at the same time, and you relish in the way it all feels. The tightness, the girth and thickness. It all but brings you to your climax.

This of course until Wesker is pressed his weight into your back, and whsiepring dirty things into your hear. Coaxing you to the white bridge of release. Fianlly with a few finally thrusts he's got you were you want to be most, and he's no far behind.

A few heavy, heavy breaths later and you can see clearly. The tears being blinked away. Wesker slips the toy out from your ass throwing it back into the drawer. And slipping out of you with your protest. "Now next time you don't have to go snooping around in my drawers." He leaves you there a mess on his desk. Before Wesker turns and leave the room. He look over his shoulder, proud of himself. "Don't forget those papers I ask for, sweetpea."

Completed on: 08/17/23

Posted on: 10/27/23

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[takusan-no-ai]

Damsel in Distress

PAIRING: Albert/Leon/Chris x Female Reader (Romantic) (Separate)

SUMMARY: Albert, Leon, and Chris save (Y/N) from her bio-weapon kidnappers.

In order for Albert to see you as necessary of saving you’d have to be a part of Umbrella Corporation. Someone he could use to further his obsession on becoming the perfect specimen. And you’d have to be his woman; if he didn’t care about you then he wouldn’t save you.

Albert will make quick work of the mission. He finds the hideout fairly easily, the bio-weapon kidnappers not even being an obstacle. Albert will get more and more frustrated the longer it takes him to rescue you.

The sheer amount of kidnappers is enough to give Wesker a headache. They won’t just stay down and surrender, and the last thing Wesker will tolerate is disobedience.

“Where is (Y/N)? I know you have her. She’s taken, so give her back,” Albert threatens the kidnappers, but naturally they won’t relent; stubbornness runs in Umbrella experiments it would seem.

When he does find you he’ll finish off the rest, hold you in his arms, and run faster than he ever has before. “Wesker, can you please slow down? I’m getting dizzy.” “Can’t. I set up a nuke.” “Again?!”.

Higher security around you from now on. The last thing he needs is his lover and partner being a target from his own enemies again. Wesker won’t admit it the way you want him to, but he’s always going to show his love for you by keeping you safe.

Leon was ordered to find and rescue you by the federal government since you’re his teammate and lover; plus, you know information that would be compromising to the government. They even tried to convince Leon to “fire” you if the mission seems too risky.

“Are you out of your damn mind?” Leon didn’t have much of a filter when it came to your safety. He knows he shouldn’t talk down to his superiors, but he doesn’t like them speaking of you as if you’re easily replaceable.

Leon seeks Ingrid for help on tracking your location. “Sure thing Leon. I’ll help you find Miss. (Y/N). But you owe me one, I’m not getting paid for this.” Ingrid finds you with the tracking device put into your ring; Leon gave you a matching ring so that the both of you could always find each other if something ever went wrong.

His ptsd from the raccoon city incident pushes him to be so paranoid. Leon couldn’t handle not seeing you for even a few hours after the incident. And just when he was getting better, you get kidnapped by a bunch of bio-weapon scum.

When Leon finds you he puts in overtime. Killing each enemy no matter what they throw back at him. “(Y/N)! I’m here for you, so just hold on.” Once you’re freed, the both of you fight alongside one another to safety.

After the rescue, Leon prefers you both stick closely together until he calms back down. He might even try to get a day off just to rest with you, his girlfriend.

When Chris hears about your disappearance he acts on instinct. It takes his teammates to slow him down and help him come up with a plan first. They even offer to help him find you. “Remember Chris, there’s no I in team!” “No.”

He spends hours awake, practically living off the coffee, so that he doesn’t waste a moment while trying to find you. His sister, Claire, found some info herself and helped him. Thanks to everyone you were quickly found and now it was just a matter of saving you.

Chris knew you’d be able to take care of yourself, so if you were kidnapped, then the bio-weapons must’ve been a real challenge. “We need as much man power as we can get. These guys could be a real danger if we go underprepared,” Chris said to his team.

By the time they finally find you, Chris has had enough; he’s furious, tired, and worried. Furious that they kidnapped you, tired from the sleepless nights of tracking you, and worried that you might be hurt.

If you have no wounds then his worries are subsided, but if you even have so much as a scratch, then he’s going to blow the place up. Your safety has become tied as a number one priority with his sister’s.

After everything is said and done Chris will want to train with you some, just to help avoid another incident like this from happening again.

- Fin

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[ghostsvacuumcleaner]

So... I don't have a very specific request, I'm just a huge fan of your writing and particularly the smuts you've written with Leon lol, so I wanted to ask for something really naughty like AS PORNOGRAPHIC AS POSSIBLE and maybe related to degradation kink lol please I'M BEGGING YOU NOT TO JUDGE ME, I know this isn't much like canonical leon so feel free to use other characters you like, really just wanted to use the chance of asking you something before you close the requests <33 thanks!!

Okay... Your wish is my command! I hope you don't mind it that since you gave me freedom to pick a character, I actually chose to write Wesker porn. If it's not of your taste you can totally send me another request and istg I'll do it with any character you want lol now, I love Wesker, and I like to keep as close as I can to the cannonical personality, so I should warn this gives a hella toxic and abusive relationship hints! I hope you enjoy it, anon, as well as y'all &lt;;3

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ao3 | masterlist ✦ Pairing: Albert Wesker x f! reader ✦ Summary: You wake up in Wesker's mansion after accomplishing a difficult mission and he gives you a new drug he's been testing. The effects are quite... dear to you. ✦ TW:  HIGHLY NSFW MINORS DNI, explicit, very explicit, smut, very pornographic, f!reader, little to none f! physical appearence descriptions, very much porn, p in v, degradation kink, unprotected, he cums inside, dirty talk, petcalling, he humiliates you a bit, he's rather toxic as Wesker would be, uses you, no fluff (very slightly in his own wicked way) I inspired this in this song, since I'm dumb and don't know how to embed spotify songs in here, click here if you'd like to hear it &lt;3

You open your eyes to a big, vast dining room in front of you. The walls are adorned with exquisite wallpaper and ornate trimwork. The ceiling is high and vaulted, with beautiful light fixtures hanging from what seems to be golden chains. The room is lavishly furnished with a massive mahogany dining table, with beautiful wine-red chairs that seem to belong to a very expensive collection. Crystal chandeliers cast a dim, flickering light over the table, and paintings in ornate frames hang on the walls, with their eccentric content - suits the owner quite well. 

Doesn’t take you much to realize you’re in Albert’s mansion. You’ve never been here before, only perhaps by the gates, delivering something off to the doorman and that was far from enough to even wonder what secrets lived vivid inside of those walls.

“You’re finally awake… Good.” You hear his voice coming from behind you, and then his hands calmly taking over both your shoulders, his fingers brushing against the thin material of your shirt. As you look down at yourself, you realize you’re wearing completely new clothes, different from the used, semi-destroyed ones you were before on mission. You’re clean, you can feel the delicious smell of your own perfume sprayed along your hair and neck. “You've caused quite a stir among my colleagues, my dear…” He continues, with a faint smirk playing on his lips; you shiver.

“Is that so… May I ask why, Doctor?” You ask, your face lifting just enough over your shoulder so you can look up at him. 

Wesker chuckles softly, his pale blue eyes burning into yours over the rim of his glass. He takes a leisurely sip of wine before setting it down on the table, along with another glass - one he offers to you, in a hand gesture. You accept, sipping a bit from it.

“Do you underestimate yourself? Your talent? Your own dedication to me and my projects, you see - it is enviable for many, bunny.” His predatory grin widens in pointy canines. “And you succeeded again. I trust you encountered no complications in your way? Despite the clear miscommunication at the end, of course, dear I should’ve let you know about my little creation there…”

You feel a mixture of unease and a strange sense of satisfaction at his words. Deep down, you know that you want it - his twisted form of affection, his praising whenever you succeed at something he longs for. You can’t hold back a sly grin from forming on your lips as a response.

“I dealt with it.” You summed. “No witnesses, and your little creation almost killed me, Albert.” You sigh, and Wesker lets out a wicked soft laugh to your commentary. 

“Nonsense… I’d never let you go to waste like that. Do you really have so little faith in me?” One of his hands slides up from your shoulder, trailing a feather-light touch along your neck; fast enough, a motion of his wraps it up around your neck almost entirely. You feel shivers down your spine and straighten up your posture to the sudden bit of force he applies. 

“No, of course not… All I meant is, it was a complication. I don’t think I’d make it if it wasn’t for you.” You admit, your eyes gleaming through the dim light of the chandelier and gazing through his icy crimson eyes. Wesker’s free hand reaches out for your face, grabbing your cheeks between his fingers in a calm yet firm motion; it lifts your face and now you have no other option but to stare deep into his soul-eating eyes.

“Of course you wouldn’t. But then again, that’s what I was there for, hm?” He moves that bit of your hair from your face, wanting to see some more of you. The obscure gleam his eyes get anytime he lays them onto you is a terrifying feeling; not every man you met had enough power to unsettle you. In fact, none, till Albert. Till much before the weird chemistry and the hidden undertones to every aspect of communication between the two of you became unbearable, and you started falling for his disgraceful tongue, the desirable words he’d use against you. You started delivering yourself even further. If someone asked you when did it come down to becoming his personal object of pleasure - his slut, as he’d say himself, you wouldn’t know how to answer. The truth is, this has been happening for too much time now.

You get apprehensive, yet excited - he’s right. He wouldn’t leave you behind, he’d be right there when you needed him. You’re not that foolish - you know his goals are the highest peak of his life, but you definitely made your way to the top tier of his prized possessions, and you know that because it is for you he looks when he’s in need; it is for you he calls. Is that a good thing?

“Hm… you were keeping track of me all of the time? It didn’t look much like.” You ask, your eyes never really leaving his as they burn you in the gratitude facade he keeps whenever talking to you. You look suspicious for a moment, almost like you don’t believe him, like you accuse him of putting you through this risk. This man is a monster; you fell for those pretty lies he tells you; he plays you like a game, and you for one is having too much fun to let go.

“Oh, but I always am.” His thumb brushes your plump lips lightly, you feel fire spreading up across your thighs, a fluttering feeling brushing the walls inside you; your heartbeat speeds up ever so slightly, fact that doesn’t come unnoticed by his superhuman senses, almost like he can hear it - ba-dum, ba-dum. He smiles, a wicked grin, his laugh came out as a little nasal sigh. “Is this defiance I’m sensing right now? Are you mad at me?”

His demeanor is calm, calculated as it usually is; it doesn’t make you any less apprehensive now. Your heart beats faster. You regret doubting him.

“I’d never. You know so.” You refute, as quickly as you can. Your hand calmly reaches for his wrist, trying to ease the pressure he’s applying onto your cheeks right now; he doesn’t.  

"Then give me a kiss." he purrs, his voice filled with an unsettling cruel sense of amusement from the fear he can sense from you; not too much, not enough to make you run away from him, just enough to remind you of your place here. 

Your body leans towards his tall figure, you're devoid of self-preservation when it comes to him; your hand on his wrist seems to anticipate what comes next, when before you can even reach for his lips, his grip around your neck worsens and the air starts to feel thin around you; he doesn’t choke you enough to make you faint, he likes seeing you struggle, and there you are: this pathetic little thing struggling to find some air through his big slender hand, when he didn’t even bother taking off his gloves to touch you skin to skin.

“Where is my kiss, bunny?” He asks, his eyebrows furrowing in a psychopathic face of false pity. You struggle to talk, why do you like this? You feel adrenaline rushing through your veins, the need of winning or at least passing through this game of power he forces you through. “You can’t speak? Pathetic little whore, let me give you some help then.” 

In a sudden and calculated motion, he roughly picks you up by your neck and slams your body against the big dinner table. A cracking sound echoes through the room as his wine glass shatters on the ground, and the chairs move around by his motion. You gag as you desperately look for some air till relief washes over you when he finally loosen up enough so you can pull oxygen in again. You don’t allow a single tear to form in your eyes, no, not yet.

“Now now, I don’t like it when you defy me like this, bunny, just when I complimented your complacency?” He speaks out again while you still try to recompose, slight red handprints appearing across your neck; his red eyes wander over it with a sense of pride, his smile fades like it never existed. He’s sternly piercing at you now, an expression that makes it very clear he pities your struggle.

“It wasn’t my intention, Wesker-” You cough, your gaze following his; your eyes seem to be looking for his although he avoids them for your own torture. Wesker lays his forehead against your shoulder, his free hand lifts the hem of your shirt only enough so he can brush the bare skin of your waist. You thrill, intensely. A weird feeling starts taking over your stomach. “I really thought I’d die in that place.” You admit in a whisper, your voice comes out as a breath that hits hot against his neck skin. As your cheek brushes through his sharp jaw extension, his smell invades your nostrils - male cologne, expensive. 

“You’re suggesting then it was too much for you to handle?” He asks in a whisper against your ear, and you almost let out a warm, low groan in a response.

“No. I can handle it, I can take everything. That’s not- I guess I just-” You interrupt

yourself; his body is way too close to yours, he towers over you, you’re sitting over the edge of that table now with your legs around his waist - you feel something sparkling inside of your belly once again; your core throbs to the simple thought of his proximity to you, his cocks proximity to you. It’s so close, barely there, only a piece of fabric. Your entire body starts feeling weirdly hot, warm, burning desire consuming you as his hand starts pulling you closer, getting rid of any space between the two of you. You can barely breathe right now, What’s with me now? What the fuck…

“You just what, bunny, babbles, rubbish, foolish things, shut up. Talk straight to me.” He orders, and you can sense from his voice tone that he has a devious smile on his face now. Wesker squeezes your waist tight against him, his fingers now digging onto your skin, his lips brushing against your collarbone and you can’t hold the air in your lungs becoming tight in your throat; you let out a needy sigh, a whimper; please undress me. Please, undress me, fuck me, I’m burning up, I can’t take this, please. 

It was at the moment your mind cracked you finally perceived that although you’d tremble just at the thought of Wesker’s cock pushing hard onto your tight walls, that was not a normal reaction of your body. Not by far.

“What did you do to me- ahn.” You ask, your face flushing red, your entire body seems to be out of your control, you’re sweating and catching your breath. He laughs at your weakness. 

His hands start rubbing up your legs, your exposed thighs, grabs tight onto them - his fingers digging like he feels like hurting you today. You moan, incapable of holding your own reactions out; he smirks, raising up your skirt to your waist in a slow, precise motion. Haven’t come to your realization so far, that  you’re not wearing panties.

You can’t be angry at him. You can’t possibly concentrate on anything else but the wave of pleasure you feel at any slight move of his. Wesker pulls his hands back.

“Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? Brushing this needy little cunt of yours against me, you’re wetting my pants, slut.” He reprehends you, standing straight, not moving a muscle now. You look up at him, your eyes shining with need and your mouth watering in, your pussy aching for the touch he denies when he takes his hands off of you.

“Please.” You beg, realizing your hips are pushing against the hardened shape in the bulge of his social pants, staining it with your slick; he barely moves against you, his eyes locked onto your exposed throbbing cunt. 

“You don’t deserve it.” He growls, before his hand palms your navel and starts brushing up your skin to your stomach. Wesker raises the hem of your shirt up enough so he exposes your breasts now and takes a handful of one; without a warning, his grip tightens and you feel your drugged sensitive body squirm in pain, projecting upwards, and your cunt throbs once again as you babble incoherently. “Is my little bunny in heat now?” He whispers against your ear as he bends down to you. 

Thinking you can’t endure another second of this torture, your own hand trails down a path down your belly, and your fingers spread your folds - your middle finger parting them, rubbing at your own knob trying to give yourself some sort of release. He notices what you’re doing by the mewl you let out.

“Disgusting shameless slut…”

His hand grabs yours, stopping you from that momentary relieving pleasure. You whine once again, the heat you feel almost making you come to that very slight touch of his hand against your clit when he holds you. 

“I’m begging.” You pathetically whimper with teary eyes, aching for some more of his touch and as you do, you feel through his pants a throbbing spasm of his stiff cock. His hips push against you willingly this time in a lustful motion and he grunts, expliciting his arousal for seeing you cry. Psychopathic monster. You love that about him. “Wesker, please fuck me. i don’t need anything else just, I- oh-” 

“Shh.” He whispers, and his hand reaches up covering your mouth by grabbing on your cheeks, sushing you, and pushing you sitting up once again. As he does pull back from you, he sits back at the chair you were sitting before, and manspreads; the abrupt motion makes you fall on your knees in between his legs, and he leaves your face. “Earn it.”

You didn’t need a second to start desperately unbuckling his belt, unzipping his pants and setting free his long, throbbing length; it swings up and slaps against his navel, craving for you as you take it all in your small hands and start pumping it. 

Wesker’s obscure crimson eyes watch over you as you struggle to fit his shaft in your mouth, a sloppy mess of saliva decorating the corners of your lips - soon enough, you find your way through. You moan against his skin with your mouth full, in slow, delicious movements like you’re having dinner.

He drops his head back, low and deep pleasure moans coming out of his mouth in a hum, almost like he refuses to give you intense reactions; he slaps you in the face, one, two, three times till you’re a mess with strands of your hair glued to your face.

“Oh- that’s right… Swallow me, fuck- stop, hmm- stop.” He groans, before grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling you back with contained brutality. “Open up.” He orders, and you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out to him; he gathers some saliva in his mouth and spits it against your tongue, to which you willingly swallow. “Whose slut are you?”

“Yours.” You answer quickly enough, and he smirks, straightening up and tapping his lap. 

“Show me then.” He commands, and you finally and desperately hop on his lap, both thighs around him, your hands looking for support around his shoulders which he quickly refuses by grabbing them both together by the wrists on your back. 

With a move of your own hips and without any kind of tactile support, you guide your entrance onto his cock, your head flying back as you feel the warmth of his tip brushing against your dripping wet folds now; you rub yourself against him a couple times and your legs tremble to the shock of pleasure that quickly ran through your lower belly. Without any patience or restraint left in yourself now, you slide down his hard shaft deep inside your walls until your back meets his thighs. 

Your hips start rolling forward against him, his cock stretching your tight walls, a sound echoing through the dining room each time your skin meets his; he pants, squeezing his jaw and tightening his grasp on your wrists.

“Good fucking bitch- ah- so tight-” He groans, one of his hands grabbing painfully onto your waist and guiding you harder each second, his mouth quickly taking over one of your breasts that swing freely in front of him. 

You swear you’re losing your own conscience when your movements are hard enough for you to feel his tip hitting hard against your womb, a painful but pleasure soft spot for you; he thrusts against you again, again, and again, your mind goes blank and you let out a painful lustful moan as you bury his cock deep within yourself once more - hitting your edge, that point where you start feeling your insides twitching and your clit quivering in your deep orgasm.

“God- fuck!” You feel your legs weaken from both the pleasure and your effort, and Wesker uses his hips to lift you up only enough so he can pump his cock inside you a few more times, his face flushed red in effort, the veins in his temples showing up as he twitches his stomach muscles and feel his body contracting once he finally and deliciously releases his hot cum inside you, in spaced spurts of his cock.

He lets go of your hands as you collapse over him with your body exhausted and a bit dizzy, possibly by a residual effect of the drug he gave to you. You close your eyes for a moment, nearly fainting against his chest; 

Wesker holds you firmly, and slowly pulls out from you, fixing you over his lap trying to keep you steady and you give a little mumble in return, your forehead still a bit sweaty from all the effort and the drug withdrawing from your body, slowly,

“You need to rest, don’t you, bunny?” He asks, standing up and fixing his pants in place as he carries you like a bride around his mansion hallways, his hand slowly rubbing your shoulder in hopes you’ll relax and not experience terrible collateral effects now that the drug one is going away for good. “Let’s see how your body reacts… We need to get you prepared for the experimentation, don’t we?” He asks with a clever smile on his lips.

You can’t catch up with his talking, nor hear what he still has to say to you lastly for your body’s too weak and you’re almost fainting. 

He carefully lays you on his own bed and covers your body, fixing the pillow cozily under your head. He observes you for a couple moments, proudly; 

“You’ll be my best creation…” He mutters, caressing your cheek with the back of his fingers. “Rest well, bunny.”

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HEY HEY HEY

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HELLOOO!! Also sorry everyone but asks are going to be slow since I have 31 and I'm very tired at the moment. Please don't be shy to ask but I'm going to take a while. I hope you understand<33

Wesker x reader

He had you bent over his lap, ass up and legs spread apart. You were quivering and a moaning mess. Wesker was currently fingering your wet hole. Your toes curled at the feeling of his leather gloves plunging in and out of you.

Wesker chuckled at your state and licked his lips. "Aw look at how pathetic you are" he teased. You squirmed and looked up at him with doe eyes. He groaned at the sight of your face. He moved his fingers in a scissoring motion. He pulledhis fingers from you entirely and bring down his hand on your ass. You jumped and let out a squeal, "A-ah" he brought down hishand again.

Your cheek turned red and he kept hitting your sore ass til he saw a clear hand print on it. You bit your lip and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. "W-wesker" you moaned out "Your such a filthy whore aren't you?" He said. You nodded your head "I-im your whore" he chuckled

He traced your wet and abused hole with his index finger and then rammed it in you. You moaned again and after a few more thrust's you came all over his hand. He brought your juices to his mouth and licked it.

#x reader #albert wesker #gender not specified #slashers #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker x you #dbd albert wesker #albert wesker dbd #reader has female bits #female parts #reader is suggested as female but take it how you want it #🐺 anon

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Gift Horse || Day Thirty || Albert Wesker

A/n: this is it my dears, day 29, All Hallows’ Eve. One day until Halloween. Please enjoy some this praise prompt to get you pumped for tomorrow.

Warning(s): S.T.A.R.S. Wesker, praise, oral (f), female reader.

No Minors Allowed!!

Seldom do you find yourself on the receiving end of a heated session such as this, but as Wesker leans between your thighs, tasting your pussy, you can't help but wonder what you've done to deserve such treatment from him. Perhaps he's just in a giving mood.

His tongue circles around your clit and you hum in pleasure.

"Oh god!" You exclaim, arching your back.

Wesker grins for a moment, then sucks your clit into his mouth. Your body tenses as a finger enters your tight hole, rubbing against your walls. It feels amazing, but you are not quite where you want to be.

"Please... Captain, I want it," you tell him.

Again, you aren't sure you deserve to have him treat you like this, but in no way do you want him to stop.

Wesker adds another finger and fucks you slowly; the wet and lewd sound makes your face turn red. His tongue flicks your clit, then he returns to circling it, transitioning between the two to draw out your moans.

How can a man so prim and calculated eat pussy so damn well, as a man starved? It's lewd and so unlike him.

"You have no idea how perfect you are," you utter, clutching the edges of the desk.

Feeling his fingers quicken, you tighten your legs, careful not to squeeze his head too much. His tongue works wonders on your flesh as he circles it. The pressure in your gut continues to grow until you can no longer take it.

"So fucking––"

You moan as you cum hard, squeezing Wesker's fingers. It feels almost like lightning coursing through your nerves. Your eyes roll back in bliss and you ride out the orgasm until it fades, leaving you an exhausted mess. Unclenching your fingers from the edge of his desk, you sit up with a grunt.

Wesker removes his fingers from you and wipes them on your shirt, licking his swollen lips. You love how good he appears with his hair out of place; strands of blond falling onto his forehead. Like a god.

"Is there something you want to share?" He asks.

Your face heats up, but you shake your head and avert your eyes. He knows that he is handsome; you don't have to remind him every time he coaxes an orgasm from you.

"I... Just wanted to thank you."

"Consider it a reward," Wesker mentions.

But why? You dare not to ask, taking his words as kindness. It's best not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

#albert wesker #resident evil fanfiction #albert wesker x reader #resident evil kinktober 2022 #female reader

[ashenstardust]

The Exception

I just posted a NSFW fic on my Ao3!

You can read it here.

Summary: You come across a new killer in the fog. Only a handful of humans truly matter, and Wesker's convinced you aren’t one of them. Word Count: 2650 Rating: E (18+) Warnings: Tentacles, threats of violence

#Fanfiction #Ao3 #Albert Wesker x Reader #The Mastermind x Reader #Dead by Daylight #Albert Wesker #Resident Evil #Female!Reader #The Mastermind #DBD

[shygalaxygirl]

Raccoon's downfall (Leon Kennedy x-reader)(Introduction)

I hope you guys, enjoy! (^.^)

Warnings: mature content, descriptions of blood & gore, zombies, death, & violence.

    (Y/n) swiftly pushes the steel double doors ahead of her open with some difficulty as she continues to race down another narrow corridor located on the second floor of the underground "Hive" facility from which she just escaped. She can still feel the virus those disgusting scientists working under Albert Wesker's command injected her with rushing throughout her veins, and her loud heartbeat is so fast that it almost drowns out the unnerving echo of the undead chasing after her. 

    She immediately cusses under her rigid breathing as she realizes that's too many turns and twists for her to search the building for an actual entrance to Raccoon city in her current situation. She immediately wishes that the accidental bite mark she had gotten from helping her father with an infected earlier had killed her or that Albert Wesker had shot her in cold blood instead of her father.  

    But even now, after going against the Umbrella corporation and rejecting her father's career choice only a short time ago, she knows that she made the right decision much too late now. She realizes that the virus will spread like wildfire throughout Raccoon City. Her home city will be overrun with infected and everyone must choose to fight for their own survival or join the infected by inexperience in common sense and defense. 

    The charging footsteps along with the inhuman sound effects directly behind her grow louder as if the zombies could easily overtake her at any given moment, her usual unfazed demeanor finally surfacing to reasonable terror.

    She doesn't want to be killed in such a gruesome way by Umbrella's illegal experiments. That idea is very unfair and completely absurd. Albert Wesker had forced her father and herself to continue working on his project, despite the corporation telling him otherwise. He's responsible for everything happening right now and he'll most likely enjoy watching Raccoon city's downfall too! 

    (Y/n) swiftly turns to her left to find an emergency exit with a staircase leading to some sort of back alleyway to Raccoon city as she finally notices the main building's alarm going off. Suddenly, a large group of men and women wearing lab coats come from the other various exits in a hurry to no doubt get away from the infected. She sleathly blocks herself against the nearby wall while the herd that was once chasing her focuses their attention on those people instead. 

    She watches the infected attack some of her remaining co-workers for a few seconds as the hallway erupts into chaos with screams and cries of agony. She immediately turns her head away from the disturbing scene, pushing the steel door to the emergency exit open with a shaking hand. She quickly charges through the doorway and begins rushing down the flight of stairs leading to the back alleyway. 

    She runs down them, hoping that the virus or the infected haven't quite made it outside of the facility yet. She braces herself by glancing over her shoulder at what appears to be an empty staircase as the steel door closes shut behind her with a loud crash, locking it from the inside. There are no more footsteps or the infected coming after her for now. For now, she is safe. For now, she is alone.

    (Y/n) finally reaches the last flight of stairs located on the side of the main building as she sprints through another steel door leading into what looks like a small storage room. The dim lighting of the single lightbulb hanging from the discolored ceiling casts a faint light on the cramped area, storage boxes and random junk piled up in a corner nearby.

    She quickly scans over the discarded mess in search of anything useful, before grabbing a flashlight hiding between some boxes. She slips the object into a side pocket on her college backpack and turns her focus on the only remaining exit left. 

    She blows her long (h/c) bangs away from her emotional (e/c) eyes as she hears the final downfall of the Umbrella corporation's employees falling prey to the virus they created. They deserve to be reanimated as the terrible creatures they made after dying from such a brutal death. She still feels like her fate should be the same, but everything that's happened to her has been quite the opposite. 

    She immediately makes a vow to fix the problem she unintentionally released on Raccoon city in any way possible for the sake of her deceased father as she shifts the metal case containing the cure against her shoulder-blades. 

    (Y/n) quietly pushes the dented steel door leading into the alleyway open as she cautiously steps outside, scanning the area for any possible dangers. She immediately spots a pallet jack attached to a dumpster nearby and uses it to block the door.

    She finally notices the faint echo of paws scraping against the concrete while realizing the set of organized dog cages placed at the end of the alleyway are practically gnawed to death. She hesitantly glances in the direction of the animalistic sound effects, her (e/c) gaze locking onto the disturbing scene of a zombie dog eating the remains of an Umbrella employee. 

    She shakes her head in disbelief at how fast the virus is spreading throughout Raccoon city as she carefully sneaks toward the fenced door leading away from the alleyway. She immediately grabs a crowbar sticking out of a large barrel nearby, slipping the metallic object behind the rusty hinge attached to the door.

    She swiftly pries it open with some difficulty as the loud popping sound instantly alerts the dog. The animal suddenly bolts toward her, its bloodstained teeth bared viciously in rage, before lunging at her with a snarl.  

(Y/n) dodges the zombie dog entirely by swiftly rolling to the other side of the fence and shutting the door right in its mutated face. It continues coming after her nevertheless, its slender yet agile body hitting the fence repeatedly. It bites at her hand that's keeping the door closed as she notices a handgun tucked into the holster on the waist of the deceased Umbrella employee.

She cusses under her breath for what she has to do next before brutally stabbing the zombie dog in the head with the crowbar. She drops the metallic object sticking through the fence almost immediately as the animal falls to the concrete. She pushes herself back up to her feet with the support of the fence, the once closed door slowly creaking open.

She cautiously re-enters the alleyway as she observes the mangled corpse of what used to be one of her father's co-workers. She frowns at how awful his death must have been, closing his lifeless widened eyes in respect. She instantly takes the handgun from the holster on his waist and loots his clothes for bullets before she can change her mind.

She swiftly stands to an upright position as she covers her face with her arm to gather what composure she has left, stepping a few paces away from the body. She checks the handgun's magazine to see how many bullets are in it before popping it back in place.

(Y/n) puts the extra case of bullets into her collage backpack as she casually takes off her bag and places it on the concrete. She slips her bloodstained lab coat off of her shoulders, discarding the evidence that she ever worked for Umbrella in the first place.

She readjusts her (f/c) tank top while fixing her (h/c) locks into a more appropriate hairstyle for her current situation. She picks her backpack up once more after taking the safety off of the gun and begins heading toward what she hopes is an undestroyed city. 

#capcom #resident evil #leon kennedy #x female reader #leon kennedy x reader #albert wesker #raccoon city #zombies #apocalypse #t virus #umbrella corporation #outbreak #post apocalypse #zombie dog #fanfic #survival #strong female protagonist

[crowwritesaway]

Requests are Open.

#btvs x reader #btvs spike #spike x you #spike x reader #yandere idol #yandere albert wesker #yandere resident evil #thomas shelby x fem!reader #thomas shelby x oc #yandere idol x reader #yandere x female reader #patrick bateman x you #patrick bateman x reader

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

Breaking work ethics

Part 1

｡ﾟ･ 𖤐 Note: As requested by my other half, @x-doctor-romantic-x, I made it as filthy as possible by her request 😂. Thank you sis for all the support you gave me when I needed it💜. She loved it, and I hope you’ll end up loving it as well. I’ll upload it in 3 parts.

｡ﾟ･ 𖤐Links: part 2

｡ﾟ･ 𖤐 Warnings: none (for now)

｡ﾟ･ 𖤐 Pairings: Wesker x OC

｡ﾟ･ 𖤐 Summary: Wesker and Gaby break work rules and engage in some steamy activities.

｡ﾟ･ 𖤐 Word Count: 1k

｡ﾟ･ 𖤐 Ko-fi: if you want to support me, visit this link

Wesker's attention was drawn to the sample in front of him.He watched as the cells moved under the lens, how they bumped into each other, and the overall behavior of the virus. It didn’t do anything unusual. After all, the virus was behaving just like any other living organism: it reproduced itself, it evolved, and it had its own genetic sequence. Relatively unnoticeable to the naked eye, they were powerful enough to take down the most significant life forms. This power astounded Wesker and convinced him to pursue a career in this field.

He zoomed in, being more drawn to his creation. It was quiet, so quiet that Wesker fell into his own thoughts. Everything was in order, not a single vial out of place. It was the perfect atmosphere to create a groundbreaking discovery. He reached for a syringe next to him, and he was ready to inject its content inside the sample, when…

SLAM

The door hit the wall hard as it was kicked with force. Wesker almost dropped the syringe. He redirected his attention to the source of the disruption, knowing well who might have been. Only one person in this world has that much courage to interrupt him in such a way.

Gaby stood confidently in the doorway, smirking deviously. She was his girl, and while she loved him deeply, she liked disturbing him while he was working, because she knew she always got away with it. 

“Playing doctor again, Albert?” She said while approaching him, maintaining the same smirk. She finished her job a few minutes ago, and after a cigarette break, she decided to check on Albert. 

“Yes Gaby, it still pays the bills. This better be good. " He said in an annoyed tone. He can’t really be angry at her. If someone else did half the stuff she’s doing to him, he’d become an experiment. 

"Oh, why the angry tone, dear? I just wanted to check on you. Is this good enough for you?”

She was teasing him, playing innocent. Wesker was not having it at the moment. 

“I’m not in the mood, Gaby, please.” His tone was less aggressive this time. 

“You’re always so stressed, you need to relax a little.” In her playful tone, there was a slight hint of worry. The truth is, Albert had been working himself out in the past few months, and that was starting to show. He lost some weight, he had huge dark circles under his eyes, and he was starting to get sloppy, which does not characterize him at all. 

When Gaby pressed her hands over his shoulders to give him a massage, he instantly tensed. 

“This doesn’t look good. You know? I don’t understand why you’re so stressed anyway. "Everything works according to the schedule.” Gaby moved to his side, looking at him while caressing his back.

“Not everything works well, Gaby. Your sister is starting to ask questions about the missions and your job. Your brother is getting suspicious as well, and there is this rookie that just joined, and God she is so clumsy. " He moved his head toward his temple as he kept remembering his problems. “Oh and by the way, would it kill you if you entered the room as a normal person?” 

"Yes,” she said in a firm tone. 

"OK," Wesker said, a small smile forming in the corner of his mouth.

“You gotta get out of this constant tightening up mood. It will do you more harm than good. "

“I can’t Gaby, a lot of things depend on me. If I fuck something up, it will inevitably reflect upon you, and I don’t want that. "

“I can handle myself.” Gaby placed her hands over her hips, adopting a super-hero like stance while looking at Wesker. He chuckled at the sight of his girlfriend. She always managed to put him in a good mood. "I'm serious, my love."You don’t have to worry about me.” 

“I know you are perfectly capable of handling yourself, but I just can’t stop worrying.” He said while lovingly gazing at her. She had this ability to make his day better, even when she would come in like a tank in his office. 

They were total opposites, and they had the strongest bond. Both were smart individuals with strong personalities, but they differed when it came down to personality. Albert was the serious one, always calculated and always with an imposing presence, while Gaby was a free spirit, with a sharp tongue and a great sense of adventure. 

“You know,” Gaby started to say, as he approached Albert, “there is another reason why I came here.” She placed her hands over his chest, gently caressing his body.  Albert got the hint, and removed her hands.

“We can’t sweetheart. I appreciate your concerns, but I must complete my work.Besides, I wouldn’t like Sergei or William to catch us in the middle of the act. There are rules.”

“You and your rules, Albert. C’mon” she scoffed, closing the distance between them. “How often do those two check on you? I tell you how often, twice a month. Sergei comes once at the end of the month to check on your progress and twice at the beginning of the month to give you the next tasks. William does the same, but he is here to complain mostly. "

Albert was hypnotised by her constant gaze. Her eyes were watching carefully for every single reaction that might give him away, while he was staring into those big, beautiful grey eyes full of love for him. It wasn’t long until words faded in the background and all he could focus on was her face, her beautiful red hair, her perfect nose, and red cheeks. Her lips moved with every word, but they were telling their own story. His attention was fixed on her lips for now, because of her dark-red lipstick that drove him crazy. 

#resident evil #albert wesker #original female character #oc #albert wesker x f!reader #albert wesker x reader

[thewritersaddictions]

Drabbles: Resident Evil 4- Body Talk

How might they react when they find out you don't like something about yourself?

Leon S. Kennedy

Leon is the sunshine, optimist, glass half full in your relationship. He's even like that when you tell him you're pregnant; even if he's gotta be the government work dog, he won't let that stop him from having a family. Your pregnancy goes bad; your baby comes out with all ten fingers and ten toes. The problem is it doesn't go to plan. You had been hoping for an at-home birth, but plans changed. Instead, your baby girl had decided that she didn't want to come out before her due date or even on her due date. She had opted to put you in a whole day's worth of labor, and that's when the doctors had called it. "We need to do a c-section." The plea of shock and unpreparedness was written all over your face, and your husband could see it.

"If that's what's best." He had said, and squeezed your hand. "it will be okay, baby." He had noted into your sweaty forehead. You don't remember much from your emergency c-section. You remember hearing your daughter scream and how beautiful she was when you saw her for the first time. Weeks later, you still think the same thing. It not until you're showering a month later does the reality of how fucked your body looks now hit you like a semi-truck into a brick wall.

You stand there in your panties and supportive bra. You aren't staring at yourself in the mirror. You're just staring at your no longer large belly. The c-section wound is still exposed to the air around, and you hold your hand over your belly. It aches and hurts. Leon comes in with your daughter in his arms. Lola, your whole world alerts you to their presence, and you try to grab your robe quickly. "What's wrong, baby?" Your husband acts like you; he reads people for a living, really, so you aren't surprised that you aren't able to just walk away from it. "Just lookin' at myself is all." You say as you tie the knot of your robe covering your body from him.

"You don't have to hide from me, ya know." Leon's words are soft and calming, but still, you can't imagine him looking at you the same ever again. That's because you don't see yourself the same way anymore. "Where do you keep going? Talk to me, love." Leon says as he takes a seat on the edge of your bed. Lola babbling in her sleep. You swallow hard as the tears you've been trying to keep at bay strike their revenge on you. "My body isn't normal anymore, my tummy won't ever be falt again, and I'll always have this damn scar, Leon." You ramble on, "I hate this feeling. You're doing all the work. I want to help, but I can't." Leon just listens and waits for you to finish. When you huff with frustration he knows you're done. "Baby, will you take a breath for a second." He says, and you do take a breath a deep inhale and exhale.

"Now, will you listen to me when I say what I'm about to say?" You nod, "You are beautiful to me, and I know that's not how you view yourself. I also know that you grew our baby girl here. You literally made a life." You interrupt him, "Hey, you helped too." You say giving your husband credit. Leon rolls his eyes, "Yeah, I did, but I don't want you to worry about trying to help right now. You need to heal, and like I said, you did all the work to get her here in the world. So please worry about healing and taking the time you need. I'm tellin' you right now, though, and I'll still keep lovin' your body no matter what." Leon admits to you. You bite your lower lip to hold the tears back. He gets up from the edge of the bed and walks over to you, kissing your lips. "Day by day, honey." You nod and kiss him back.

Albert Wesker

Albert had a strict dress code for working with him. White button-ups, paired with a black pencil skirt, expect you didn't fit the dress code. The dress code had been there for years before you arrived; you almost laughed in Alberts's face when he hired you as his secretary. Of course, it had grown into something else when he had asked you on a date and then another. Before you knew it, he asked you to move in with him. Still, you worked as his secretary. He liked how you filled out a pair of jeans, so he didn't mind spending your lunch break with him at a fancy restaurant or delivering meals.

The dress code only bothers you once you hear the other women working in the office commenting and talking about you. Their words are hurtful and strike something in your core. "She's such a charity case. That's the only reason he's with her. He feels bad for her." "I know, right? He could do so much better. Hell, she doesn't even follow the damn dress code." "It's because of her weight. You can see how fat she is in her face." You bee-line back to your desk outside of Albert's office. You shake your head as you sit in your chair. They might be right, though all your jeans are worn out between the thighs. Maybe you are just a charity case to Albert.

"Come on, darling, it's time to go home," Albert says as he exits his office. "Okay." You murmur quietly. You're quick to grab your things, and Albert waits for you patiently at the elevator doors. Waiting only causes more panic to settle in your body. "I think we should take the stairs." You say quickly. "why?" Albert asks, almost offended you'd suggest the stairs compared to the elevator. "I just thought it would be good for both of us since we've been cooped up in the office." You say but are distracted by the ding of the elevator doors opening. "Maybe next time, darling." When you arrive home, Albert tells you that he's making dinner. But you aren't listening, opting for listening to the words playing ring around the rosey in your head.

"Darling, dinners done," Albert yells across the large apartment. He has to come find you. You're sitting in your closet. Jeans and clothes surrounding you. "Did you not hear me?" "Huh." "Come to eat dinner with me." He says once more before reaching his hand for you to grab. You don't take it and push yourself up from the ground. Your whole demeanor sets all the alarms off for Albert, but he's trying not to guess the worst thing first. He follows you tot he dinning room, and when you play with your food instead of eating it sets off my alarms.

"Are you feeling alright, darling?" He asks, worried. "I'm alright, just not hungry tonight, is all." You tell him, "Okay." Albert says, even if he doesn't believe you. The next day, when he calls you into his office and offers you lunch, you deny him again, and before he can't a word in edgewise, you're back out at your desk. This morning had also been different. You had worn something less you to work. You had stiffed through all your clothes in search of a pencil skirt and a nice blouse. It's when he ventures out and hears his employyees talking amoungest themselves and hears your name that it clicks.

"Did you see she tried today, at least?" "yeah, but it's not like she looks good." "Mr. Wesker probably wasn't gonna take it much longer, and she is trying to get back in his good graces." "Well, let's be honest, nothing will fit her lookin' as fat as she does." Albert is seething, itching to catch them in the middle of gossiping, but he's far more concerned about where you are. That's when you come popping out of the stairwell. "My office now!" he demands the second he sees you. You scramble to get together and to his office before his door slams. "what's wrong, Albert?" Worry is etched in your voice. "what's wrong? What's wrong? You haven't been eating for the past two days, and what are you wearing?" About way too many questions are hurdled in your direction. "What do you mean? I told you I haven't been hungry, and I'm wearing what's in the dress code for the company." I say.

"That's such bullshit. What happened to your comfy jeans and t-shirts?" You shrugged, not really knowing what to say to him. "I guess I… wanted to change it up." You offer, but Albert shakes his head. "No, I know you; I know that wearing those fucking pencil skirts gives you horrible chub rub between your thighs and that you feel ten times better in your own jeans. So you are going to tell me the truth about why you're suddenly not eating and changing everything about yourself." Albert demands you. You fumble with your hands, "I overheard some girls talking about you and me and how you might think I'm a charity case, along with my weight being an issue. I thought maybe I could get better. Change a few things so you wouldn't wanna leave me."

Your words are raw, and so is the look of utter anger steaming under the sadness of you thinking you are enough for him. "Listen to me and listen real good. I like… no, I love the way your body is, and I like the fact that you don't wear all the preppy shit the others wear. I want your ass in a good pair of jeans and an old college t-shirt. I love you when you're comfortable, and about the leaving part, that's never happening. Because unlike those dimwits out there with their personality shoved up their asses. You've got everything I need."

You smile wide as you walk across his office and hug him. He hugs you back, "I know you wanna go fire thoses people, but you can't." You say into his ear, "No, but I can fuck right here and let you be as loud as you want so everyone you belong to me." Albert offers, you blush hard, "You can fire one of them!" "Nah, they're not worth it anyways."

Completed on: 11/16/23

Posted on: 02/04/24

#fluff #fem reader #female reader #requests are open #open requests #requests open #resident evil 4 #resident evil #leon s kennedy #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #re4 #resident evil 4 remake #ada wong x you #ada wong x y/n #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker resident evil #albert wesker x you #albert wesker x fem!reader #tw body dysmorphia #tw body issues #tw selfhate #tw self h4rm #tw stretch marks #tw fat shaming #tw disordered eating

[albertwhiskerss]

𝒶𝓁𝒷ℯ𝓇𝓉 𝓌ℯ𝓈𝓀ℯ𝓇 𝒽ℯ𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃ℴ𝓃𝓈❦

warnings ~ nsfw

꧁ albert wesker x female reader headcanons, mainly relationship and smut based.he can also be a bit soft and cutesy LMAO🎀꧂

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~he definitely grabs your ass in public.it pisses you off.you try to mind your own business as all of a sudden albert just grabs your ass with no shame about it ‘albert not now.’ you look at him with a straight, threatening face. and he has that stupid smug look and god do you want to punch him every single time.

~he doesnt seem like it, but he can be clingy at times. sometimes at home he just follows you around like a cat doing nothing but just walking everywhere you walk. if you sit down on the couch he just sits directly next to you and grabs your thigh and cuddles his face into the crook of your neck. he cant ever get enough of you.

~this is random asf but i thought its a bit funny LMAO this man carries them grandma lemon sweets in his pockets.if hes at work or you guys ever go out he will always pull out a hard lemon sweet out of his pocket and he munches on them 24/7 HAHA

~you will always know whenever hes needy for you. he always gives you a lil smooch on your forehead and gives you THAT look in his eyes. that hungry look in his eyes that makes you want to go cRAZY. and of course that seducing smirk on his face UGHH

~he loves seeing you wear his glasses. it turns him on so much ong. especially if hes pounding into you and youre wearing his glasses it makes him FERALLLL

~he loves making out w you.idk he just loves putting his hands on your throat while he full on devours you as his tounge explores your mouth OMG

~when hes horny he comes up behind you and pushes his erection into your lower back. he holds your waist tight and kisses your neck RAAHHH

~he can be very dominant and rough. he can literally ruin you and you wouldnt be able to walk for DAYS.he sees himself as your superior during sex and just thrusts into you at the highest pace possible and goes in so deep you can literally feel that man in your guts. by the end of it he leaves you with mascara dripping down your face and shaking legs.

~he is also a MASTER at aftercare that man will literally bathe and feed you and tuck you into bed idc

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#albert wesker x reader #albert wesker headcanons #albert wesker smut #smut #headcanon

[leqonsluv3r]

Hey how's it going? I was wondering if you would do an imagine of re4r Leon x Wesker reader, where she is Wesker's daughter

heartbeat

re4!leon kennedy x weskers!daughter reader

— a oneshot (request)

warnings: MDNI, 18+, enemies to lovers basic troupe (bc i can and im a slut for it), some foul language, mentions of readers raging daddy issues (thanks wesker), age difference by like a few years (reader is 21 and leon is 27), reader is female and uses (she/her) pronouns, smut (obviously), unprotected sex (for the love of god please wrap it), praise (and some small degradation), hair pulling, he slaps her once, spanking, slightly soft!dom leon, bratty and stubborn asf reader and whatever foul things i’m forgetting

“he sees her in a way that makes her bones ache, like the oncoming of a storm or a tornado before it wipes people out. she sees it, whenever she’s unfortunate enough to run into him. she sees the way he looks down at her (and not just for her age, or her height) but for who her dad is. albert wesker. did she ever want to be born? carry that title at the agency? fuck no, she never did. but leon, looking down at her like scum off of his shoe…only made her burn more. in a way that was dangerous, yet thrilling.”

— or leon finally has enough of weskers daughters shit and decides to put her in her place

an: this request is hopefully what you asked for anon? and if not, so sorry in advance lol. i just took your idea and ran with it. also, it’s super long, i got carried away. also making up for how long i haven’t posted. pls enjoy <3

hate it’s a very strong word. it’s the only word she’s ever used to describe dislikes and things she’d rather not talk about.

she hates leon, even though she’s not supposed to. she’s supposed to like him, be buddy buddy with him but she can’t bring herself to be. not when he looks at her like she killed his family.

she didn’t, just for some context.

she’s tried to reconcile with the feeling of him glaring daggers at her every five seconds whenever they’re in the same room. or the way he looks when someone else mentions your name. it’s almost like a fun drinking game.

see how many times leon can glare at you in one social gathering before your hammered. she would play it if she drank, just to ease some of the tension of the heated looks that coated his blue eyes.

and what did she ever do to him anyways? absolutely nothing. she just existed and apparently, just like her father, that was enough to make her scum on the bottom of the hypothetical shoe.

her father, that was another reason she hated when leon would glare at her. it’s like that’s all he could see, she could see the hatred burn in his irises like the plague. a hatred for her, her father and seemingly all the things that her father had done wrong.

which was a lot, to be fair.

but having to be right next to leon, while your father talked to you both, it was like she was in her worst nightmare and she could pinch herself just so she would wake up.

that was what was happening right now, sitting in the organizations main office, ada standing idle at the door, almost as if she was guarding it from her or leon making a run for it.

she did not want to be here with her enemy and the guy she hates sitting next to her while they wait for her father. leon apparently didn’t want to be here either, if his grumbles and small looks of discomfort were any indicator.

he was literally sitting in his rivals office, sneaking glances at ada every so often, sending small glares in your direction, all while they waited for your father to make his designated appearance.

eventually ada gets uncomfortable with the silence and the looks and leaves, probably to stand outside the room. you thank god, crossing your legs in your chair and scooting it away from leon’s figure in the chair next to her.

it’s like the tension could be cut in this room with a knife, she could see him glaring at her out of the corner of her eye. subtle glares that she could pinpoint not just from her endless training but from the fact of leon’s obvious lack of subtlety.

“can i help you? or would you rather just keep glaring at me like i killed your puppy?” she says with a small sudden look in his direction, catching him head on. he scoffs and crosses his arms over his chest, tossing some of his hair out of his eyes, “i don’t have to answer you.” he responds.

“at least you can fucking speak. i thought you only could communicate with grunts and scoffs.” she says with a small sarcastic smile, looking directly at him as if to size him up or something. she knew she could probably take him if it came to that. the thought excited her but also made her heart pick up.

he mutters something to himself and doesn’t say anything, which is typical leon behavior when he’s even in the same vicinity as her. she didn’t know why her father wanted them both here.

and she had no clue why she was literally being forced to sit in a room with someone who avoided her like the plague. she shifts in her seat and looks down at her lap again, drumming her manicured hands against her knee and bouncing her leg as she waited.

the silence was almost as thick as the tension, it could probably swallow them both if they weren’t careful. “can you stop doing that?” she hears him say in a low voice. she rolls her eyes internally, what was his problem now?

“stop doing what?” she says in a small snap, obviously irritated as she whips her head in his direction to look at him. his blue eyes were hard, stone like and it felt like he could freeze her just with a look. she was surprised that she wasn’t.

“tapping your leg. moving it. just stop.” he says as he glances towards her legs crossed over each other in the chair, one bouncing regularly as she just sat there and did absolutely nothing.

seriously? what is his fucking deal? she thinks to herself as she rolls her eyes at him again, ignoring his request as she continues to bounce her foot in her chair. she simply uncrosses them and lets her boot clad feet rest on the floor, still bouncing one leg.

he shoots her daggers, like a look that could slice her skin clean open. she didn’t dare look at him, knowing that she was pushing him, making him more annoyed and irritated. but she didn’t really care, she just wanted her dad to be here so she could get the fuck away from leon and his penetrating look.

he doesn’t say anything, the glares and sighs and scoffs never ending as she kept bouncing her knee as she anxiously waited. eventually, he got fed up and slammed a hand down on her knee that was bouncing.

“enough. i said quit it.” he says in a low voice towards her, leaning over the arm of his chair so that he could make his message quite clear: don’t fuck with him. she swallows and her eyes go a tad wide, she looks down at the knee he’s holding, his hand so large over her knee it makes images appear in her mind that she wants to not have right now.

“okay, jesus. i won’t do it anymore, just let go of me.” she says in irritated tone, moving her knee and her entire chair away from him. he slips his hand away and just presses his lips together, his jaw clenching like a fist. she swallows subtly and just keeps herself away from him.

“good. your finally fucking learning something.” he says in a small smirk finds its way onto his lips, she doesn’t dare look over at him fully. settling for the peripheral view of him in his chair next to hers, sitting behind the desk.

she doesn’t have a chance to ask him what he means before the door opens and albert wesker finally makes his long delayed appearance. and for once, she’s glad her father is actually in the room, the lesser of two evils at the moment.

but it still rings in her mind, what did leon mean? what did any of this mean? and…why did that touch on her knee send her into such a wave of confusion? she’d hope that some questions would be silently answered soon. 

turns out that the reason they were both there, was not for some lecture or some lesson. but rather for leon to teach her more about discrepancy during missions. which unfortunately for her meant that she had to train with him.

leon wasn’t thrilled about it either, he looked like he was about ready to punch her dad when he made the suggestion. and he argued, “why me? why not someone from this organization? why the rivals?” whining like a child who got paired with another child he didn’t like.

she would’ve laughed if her father wasn’t staring directly at her, glaring like she would get reprimanded for looking at him funny. but wesker didn’t answer leon’s question, just annoyingly stated that it was because he said, and unfortunately for the both of them thats how they ended up in their current position.

standing in a training room at the DSO, letting him attempt to teach her some moves. which if his instruction wasn’t good, she would be totally lost. at least he had that going for him.

she was offended by her father’s statement, not living up to his fucking beyond perfect standards. like no matter what she did, whatever mission she completed…it was like it meant nothing to him.

like she was just supposed to be just like him, stoic and untouchable. she wasn’t, she was nothing like him and he had to know that or he wouldn’t push her so hard and break her down like this.

knowing her weak spot of hatred for leon kennedy, using him as an excuse so she could get pushed harder and harder until she eventually broke into pieces. knowing how this would all play out, letting leon have his fun with throwing punches and swings her way like he’s probably always wanted too.

this is their third training session, the first two sessions spanned two weeks after the discussion with her father in the organization’s office. during this particular training session leon had been giving her shit, trying to poke at her, hitting all her weak spots that she didn’t even know she had.

“step into it and actually act like you want to hit me.” he says harshly as he looks down at her, his chest rising and falling fast as he pulls her up harshly off the matted floor. she swallows and tries to catch her breath.

“i do want to hit you. just not for training purposes.” she hisses as she lets him pull her up roughly by her arm, landing on her own two feet again, pulling out of his grab on her arm. he sends her a disappointing look, “funny.” he deadpans as he looks at her.

“oh yeah, fucking hysterical.” she moves back away from him, moving hair behind her shoulder as she does, going to the edge of the mat in the training room. he lets out a sarcastic chuckle, “maybe if you fucking hit me like you were supposed too-“

“shut up! shut the fuck up. i will hit you. i will.” she says in a hiss as she comes charging towards him, almost sprinting as she tries to land a punch to his face but he blocks her faster, holding her fist in his large hand. “enough.” he demands, pushing her fist away harshly.

he spoke in that same tone like he did four weeks ago and she felt something in her falter. something weaken, like a dying fire inside of her bones and body. she stopped, for her own good, dropping her hand back by her side.

“you need to stop being so fucking counter intuitive with your movements. i could see that weak punch coming from a mile away.” he explains as firmly as he could, sending a small look of irritation her direction. she catches the look, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms over her chest.

“and how does one do that?” she says with a small look of annoyance and obvious boredom. something happening within her at his firm tone that she couldn’t quite place. it just felt different, she didn’t know how to feel about it.

he takes a step towards her, slow and methodical. he takes her hand that attempted to throw a punch at her, he makes a fist with her smaller hand, forming a punch gesture. “this,” he raises her formed fist by her wrist. her breath faltering a little as he does this.

“you never ever want to form a loose fist, ever. first step,” he says with conviction and firmness, she can’t even pretend to be irritated. not now, not with his hands on her hand and his tone so firm and reprimanding.

“fist tight, curled knuckles but keep them out.” he says as he runs the pads of his fingers over her knuckles, smoothing them out as if they were ripples in the sea. she simply lets him, not having the fight left in her to even move. she simply swallows and nods, as if she could focus on his direction right now.

“second thing,” he holds her wrist up with the curled fist he formed with her fingers, “always aim with purpose. always throw your punch with intention.” he says firmly, looking down deep into her eyes as he did so the message came across.

he chuckles dryly, “not like you did before when you charged at me.” he states, holding her tiny wrist in his large hand. proving his point further by dropping her hand back down at her side. her fist uncurling as a breath is released from her lips.

“now, let’s try another defense, practice the punch and do what i told you. maybe you won’t be entirely unfortunate.” he says with a small crooked smirk, mocking her obviously as he backed up. she didn’t have it in her to poke him back, she didn’t even know what was happening to her.

like she had been reduced to a puddle at his hands, only a simple touch on her hand, a firm tone and a teaching. not even a lecture, just a simple firm instruction. she was confused, but she would continue.

even though her insides felt strange and uncomfortable, like a change that was happening inside of her that she couldn’t even pinpoint and she hated it.

a month into training sessions and she still felt that weird feeling in her body whenever his tone was firm and hard towards her, like a scolding parent.

but now it was different, she felt like she was suddenly awakened. like a part of her was different. she knew it wasn’t just his training. she could tell that much, leon must’ve sensed something.

because now he’s talking to her as they sit down on the bench of the D.S.O training room, her body turned towards him, crossing her legs in her lap. she sips from her water bottle, wiping her sweaty forehead as she feels his presence next to her on the bench.

“does it hurt?” he asks suddenly, making her snap her eyes towards him, her brows furrowed. she’s surprised he wasn’t bickering with her or lecturing her on her performance in his training he’s been giving her.

“does what hurt?” she asks as she swallows the water, looking at him, brushing some sweaty hair out of her eyes from her forehead. her water bottle clenched firmly in her lap, adjusting on the bench.

he sighs and leans forward a little, propping his elbows on his knees. she keeps her eyes trained on him, where they about to have a heart to heart? seriously? she could act shocked, but deep down within her she felt something shift. “your relationship with your father. does it hurt?” he asks in almost a whisper. like it wasn’t supposed to be spoken.

she parts her lips a little, glancing down at her water bottle as she tried to think of an answer. did it hurt? did the relationship with her father, the untouchable albert wesker, hurt?

if it was like asking if a cactus hurt if you touched it, or if fire burned you if you got too close.

she already knew her answer after a few beats of silence, keeping her legs crossed on the bench. she swallows, words that have wanted to be long awaited left her mouth, “yeah, it hurts. but not for the reasons you probably think.” she responds softly.

he glances over his shoulder at her, letting it sink in, letting her response soak into his bones. “what reasons then?” he asks her, moving some of his hair out of his eyes with a small move of his head. he needed to know if his suspicions were correct or not.

or if he had been hating her almost unprovoked by the simple nature of who her dad was.

she takes a glance back up at him, looking at the way his muscles strained against the back of his t-shirt that he had worn to training today. she feels heat pool between her legs and bites her lip, a response to his question on the tip of her tongue.

“he expects perfection, all the time. blood or not blood. and it’s like no matter what i do, no matter how many missions i go on, it’s never enough.” she explains as she tries to focus on the conversation with him, she can’t deny that her gaze on him could burn holes if she looked hard enough.

and the uncomfortable pooling in her underwear did not help this situation one bit.

but still she continues, “being his daughter is a burden when it should feel like a blessing.” she whispers as she blinks her eyes, the truth felt freeing even if it was to leon, an enemy almost turned acquaintance in this past month.

he looks over at her again, leaning up and settling straight against the bench. he looks almost like he’s finally understanding now. getting both sides of the story. like he had been looking at his enemy or his competitor as one, when really it was just her and wesker.

she wasn’t him, he knew that now. he needed to be sure and now he was. he felt guilty like he had hated this girl forever for no purpose entirely, just because her father had a tainted reputation within all agency’s.

“is it really that bad?” he asks softly, again, almost as if he’s afraid to ask it. like it had been so bad hypothetically and it was too much. leon fears he already knows the answer to his question.

his blue eyes look over her sweaty and worn out frame, sitting innocently criss crossed on the bench next to him in the training room. she looked like a hurt little girl who had scraped her knee on the pavement and now leon was the one to tend to her wounds.

not her father.

“my last mission, i went to aruba. i took down an entire fleet of enemies and people without batting an eye. i typed up the report, gave it back to him and instead of saying good job, anything…he told me that my diligence was sloppy and unnecessary.” she says with a small swallow as she looks down at her water bottle in her lap, blinking some water away from her eyes.

tears or sweat? who knew.

her hair followed her, curtaining her face only slightly. as she let out a pained laugh, shaking her head, leon had opened the emotional can of worms without even potentially realizing it. “as if me taking down people, almost an entire colony, meant nothing to him.” she cracks out, taking a small shaky breath.

she looks over at him with a slightly pained expression, moving her hair out of her eyes. he could see it in her eyes when she looked at him. he wishes he could fix what damage wesker had done by simply being her father.

but he knew he couldn’t. he could only stop hating her, and that was easier said than done. but he could try, make her have something or rather someone to latch onto, to reprimand her in a way that didn’t damage her self esteem.

“what if i told you that i don’t want to be at your throat anymore? what would you say to that?” he says with a small press of his lips, looking over her sweaty and exhausted body. his cock hardened in his training gear of the thought of what lie beneath her workout outfit.

god, what would her lips feel like? sucking him off, pretty and perfect as he slid his dick into her mouth. probably look up at him all teary eyed and desperate. hell, she would probably thank him for it.

he was trying to ignore it, his dick twitching in his pants as he saw her think over his words, the gears turning in her brain.

she felt her lips part, a small breath leaving her. was it shock? some undercurrent of happiness? she didn’t know she couldn’t piece it together right now. not when she was trying to ignore her arousal and stay focused on the words coming out of leon’s mouth.

“i’d like that a lot.” she responds with a small smile, one that he hadn’t seen before. one that she hadn’t let grace her face in years it felt like. he knew this wasn’t going to be easy, being so close to her now, not being enemies.

but still, that understanding was there. she didn’t need him hating on her anymore, sending glares that were clearly reserved for her dad, her way. she didn’t deserve that, even if her father seemed like the evil embodiment of everything he hated.

he could see she was nothing like that, he smiles only slightly and nods, “alright. friends? acquaintances?” he says with a small stick out of his hand towards her. she looks down at it, swallowing thickly, his hands painting images in her mind that weren’t exactly appropriate right now.

she nods, still smiling, “friends.” she says softly and reaches out to wrap her hand around his, shaking it. his size so clearly dwarfed hers. her heart swelled a little, her core pulsing.

they were both lying to themselves and so obviously aroused, it was only a matter of time before the tension snapped. and all hell would break loose.

the next week, she walks into the D.S.O training room and she’s nervous, nervous for what? she’s not even sure but she sees him sitting on the bench like he was last week when they agreed to be friends.

he sees her walk in, she notices something different in his gaze this time but she’s not sure what. he looks almost…hungry. like he could just devour her with one look. “hey, sorry i’m late…” she begins to apologize and he stops her with his words.

she drops her workout bag on the bench, “don’t worry about it. but i have something in mind that’s different today.” he says with a small glance over her legging and sports bra clad body.

he already felt half-hard, just looking over her body and her curves. how he could get over the hate, see her as something so attractive and so delicate was beyond his comprehension. all he knew was he had to have her now, he had been thinking about this all week.

she didn’t know what he meant, she did know that he looked at her in a way no one ever had before, something deep and unrecognizable to the untrained eye. “what did you have in mind?” she asks quietly as she looks over into his eyes, her body trying to find out what he had in store for her.

he got up off the bench and stepped towards her, looking down at her with his hungry blue eyes. “you’re attracted to me.” he just states, keeping her eyes pinned on his.

she blinked up at him and nervously laughed, “what are you talking about?” she tried to brush it off as she looks up at him, trying to fool him with a nervous smile. “are you…are you trying to mess with me leon? it’s not funny.” she releases a shaky breath again.

he chuckles, shaking his head as he looks down at her, finding her idea of trying to mask it adorable. he reaches up and tucks some of the loose strands of hair behind her ear. “no, i’m not messing with you. you need my guidance, you need to be taught a lesson. but i’m not doing it unless you want me to.” he says with conviction.

she shivers at his warm touch on her skin, simply innocent but making butterflies and arousal occur to her body. he wouldn’t do it…unless she wanted him too? what could he possibly be talking about? did he mean…?

“are-are you talking about…?” she breathes shakily as she looks up at him, her chest rising and falling fast as she does. “sex?” she whispers and it doesn’t even sound like she’s saying it. the words feel so alien coming out of her mouth.

he nods slowly, tracing his hand that was fixing her hair down to her chin. “if that’s what you want, yes. your attracted to me, i’m attracted to you and we don’t hate each other anymore.” he points these things out as a storm of emotions swirls around in her head. 

he’s attracted to me? to me? the person he hated and glared at for as long as she knew him. she almost couldn’t believe it. but she got over it quickly, realizing that he was offering sex…with him to her so freely and openly.

“those are your only…reasons?” she whispers softly as she looks up into his eyes, blinking steadily as she tries to reconcile and decide within her brain what she wants to do.

“i have plenty of reasons. but those are the only ones you need to know right now. don’t believe me?” he says with a small look of intimidation in his eyes, because why would she believe him considering her history even though they were “friends” now.

she slowly shakes her head, he grabs her hand in a firm grasp like he did when he was showing her how to form a fist. he leads it down to the front of his pants, his half hard cock in his jeans resting underneath her hand. she swallows as she maintains contact with his pant clad erection.

“you see now? you understand? hmm?” he leans into her neck and whispers those words hotly against her skin, causing goosebumps to erupt all over; pebbling her skin. arousal finding its way uncomfortably more beneath her leggings.

she nods wordlessly, looking at him as he keeps his head by her neck, he chuckles lowly. “use your words, you know how to talk baby. i know you do.” she can feel his smirk against her skin as he says that.

“yes, i understand.” she says in a soft voice that sounds nothing like her own. she moves her hand from his erection in his pants to his chest, rubbing her hand over his t-shirt, feeling his muscles beneath it.

“good girl. now, i am going to fuck you.” he says in her ear, her hole pulsing at the praise around nothing. she doesn’t even have it in her to care anymore, she’s losing all sense of rational thought at his close proximity.

she hums, feeling his lips ghost over her neck as he dangerously presses a kiss to it her skin, nibbling at it. she finds herself making a small noise that’s trapped in the back of her throat.

she practically melts under his touch, grasping onto his t-shirt. “don’t worry baby. i’ll take care of you. tell me you want it. or should i find out on my own?” he says lowly in almost a predatory growl against her neck. she shivers at his words, only imagining what he could mean by that. “i want it. i want…i want you to fuck me.” she says in a slightly whiny voice.

it’s hard to believe that it’s even her, she feels nothing like herself pressed up against him, his lips nibbling and sucking at her neck, his hands ghosting her waist. she’s not in control anymore like she usually is and it feels nice to hand it over to him, especially like this.

he smirks into her neck again, pulling his lips away from her sweet pale skin. he chuckles lowly, “good. now,” he steps back and looks down at her, looking at her sports bra, “take that off.” she blinks up at him with dreary eyes, she follows his orders though.

not having it in her to say no at this point. she pulls the zipper that’s down the front of it, the material underneath a little sheer. he can see the outline of her hardened nipples barely underneath. she continues to take it off, unclipping it from the front and letting her breasts spill out of it.

goosebumps all along her bare upper half as she feels his lustful glare penetrating her chest. eyeing her breasts with hunger. she lets the useless sports bra slip onto the floor. the cold air kissing her skin.

he reaches out and massages her breasts, “mmm, imagined how they looked. gotta say, i’m not disappointed.” he says with a smirk, he guides her over to the bench, nudging her to lay down, her head resting on the bare wood as he straddles the bench. he grabs her legs lifting them up over his shoulders, each ankle resting on his shoulders.

“mmm,” he leans down and presses his mouth to her chest, taking each nipple into his mouth while massaging the other, tweaking the nipples in his hands. she writhes underneath him, making small noises, her thighs pressed up to her stomach as he leans over her and devours her chest.

she lets it slip once, only once and once it does she regrets it. everything just feels so good and his mouth working on her chest is enough for it to slip out in ecstasy. “daddy…” she moans softly.

her body freezes up a little, waiting for him to recoil, to push her away and make her put her sports bra back on. but instead he looks up from her chest, releasing one of her breasts with a small pop. his gaze even hungrier if that was even possible.

“you gonna let daddy fuck your pussy?” he says in a low rasp as he grasps at her chest again, massaging her breasts again that he had devoured. she doesn’t act shocked that he agreed to the name, she just nods mindlessly.

“good girl.” he says with a small chuckle, leaning back. he lets his hands slide down from her breasts to the hem of her leggings, pulling them down with fervor. he scoots back and pulls them off of her legs, throwing them on the floor by her discarded sports bra of the training room floor.

he gets up from the bench, popping the button on his pants and pulling them down his legs, kicking them off with his shoes, removing hers as well. she looks at his large erection that’s straining in his boxers, a small spot of precum on the top where the tip must be.

she swallows a small noise as she lays her head back down on the bench, her eyes staring up at the ceiling. he looks down at her body, “no underwear? did you know this would happen? or are you just being a naughty little girl?” he says with a mocking tone as he catches her trying to press her thighs together where she lays on the bench.

she looks up at him from where she lays against the bench, she shakes her head. “i’m not naughty. my underwear…they just get ruined too easily, daddy.” he tilts his head with a small smirk, “is that so? are you lying princess?” he says as he straddles the bench again, pulling her by her ankles close to his boxer clad erection.

she shakes her head feverishly as if she could lie to him, he leans over her, lightly smacking her cheek, “your just desperate for my dick baby? is that it? even being near me and your soaking.” he says with a small mocking laugh as she just gazes bleary eyed back at him.

the light tingle of his small smack against her cheek makes her body light up like an electric shock, her hole clenching around nothing. the degrading going deep to her core, everything that he’s saying is just making her painfully more aroused.

her core is practically aching for him at this point. she nods up at him, “yes, daddy.” she says with a small whimper, he smirks and shakes his head, looking down at her glistening pussy.

“mmm, yeah, pretty tits and a pretty pussy. your just a beautiful sight baby.” he says with a small hum. she feels herself whimper softly and become wetter at just his words of praising her body. “your practically leaking on the bench, but don’t worry. i won’t leave you waiting for long.” he says with a small smack to her pussy, making her back arch and release a strangled noise.

“dirty girl.” he says with malice, he gets up again, walking over to the training room door, locking it and making sure no one could even look in here. he then takes his shirt off and walks towards her again, “on all fours baby, do it for daddy.” he says with a small gesture of his hands.

she bites her lips and shakily gets up off of the bench and gets on all fours, he grabs her duffle and puts his t-shirt on it, moving so she can rest her head on it for stability. he crawls behind her on the bench, rubbing the flesh of her ass with his large hands.

“such a pretty ass too, baby. hmmm,” he says in fascination as he lightly skims his fingers over her asshole, making her keel forward a little into his bunched up shirt on her duffle bag. he grabs her hip with one hand, keeping her in place. “nuh-uh, no moving from daddy.” he says with a small groan. he lightly smacks her ass, making her moan softly into the fabric of his t-shirt.

he feels a grin slide onto his face, “you like that? of course you do. your a naughty little girl.” he says and adds another smack to her other cheek. she releases another muffled moan into his t-shirt again.

he chuckles slowly, licking his lips. he leans back and pulls his boxers down, releasing his cock. he sighs in relief, finally able to breathe a little bit. “i’ll give my baby what she wants, even if she’s a naughty little slut.” he says with another smack to her ass, she keels forward again, her stomach arching into the bench.

her hole kept pulsing around nothing again as he said that, going straight to her core. her body still practically aching at this point for his cock. he chuckles and grips his cock in one hand, moving it through her slick folds. he keeps one hand still placed firmly on her hip.

she whimpers into his t-shirt as she feels the head of his cock touch her clit, teasing her. “please, daddy.” her whimpers muffled into the fabric.

he smacks her ass lightly again with his free hand, “shush, princess. you’ll get daddy’s cock in a second. i just need to make sure your ready.” he says with a small chortle again, he rubs his hand soothingly over her lightly red ass cheeks.

he takes his time coating his cock in her arousal, making her squirm and make tiny noises each time he does. “mmm, i think your ready for daddy’s cock baby.” he says with a small smirk, rubbing her ass cheeks, with his firm hands, sliding one hand down to brush the tip of his cock against her wet entrance.

she moaned softly, “yes, daddy.” she managed to get out as he nudged his tip in her entrance. she let out a strangled noise as he stuck the tip in, her fists gripping at the bench.

“just the tip baby and your sucking me in.” he groans as he nudged his cock further into her pussy, stretching her out more. “daddy…” she moaned weakly as she felt some drool slide out of her mouth and onto his t-shirt that her cheek was smushed against.

“i know, i know…just a little more baby. you can take it.” he says with a strangled noise, gritting his teeth as he slides more into her pussy, his length all the way inside of her at this point to the hilt.

“uhh, d-daddy…” she feels her body go slack a little at the fullness of his cock inside of her from behind. she finds it hard to focus on anything else right now, the feeling of his cock inside of her was so delicious and distracting.

“keep moaning for your daddy, wanna hear you princess.” he says with a small groan as he feels her pussy flutter around his cock, he reaches down and grabs at her hair, a fistful of it in his hands as he starts rocking his hips slowly against her, his hips slapping against her ass as he does.

she feels her eyes roll back and flutter shut a little, practically drooling as he yanks her hair up and causing her head to look straight ahead. she moans softly again, adjusting to his length. his hips move a little faster as he keeps her hair in a tight fist.

“so fucking tight, jesus.” he grunts as he keeps moving in and out of her. she moans daddy again at each thrust of his hips. she feels so fucking full and it almost feels like her skin is on fire in the best way possible.

he keeps fucking her, his hips moving faster as he keeps one hand on her hip to guide her hips back in as he thrusts, his other hand tugging at her hair as she moans and whines. “fuck…daddy…mmm, i’m close…” she manages to get out as he keeps thrusting into her, hitting that spot inside of her that made her vision go blurry.

he keeps making small grunts and noises of pleasure, “let go baby, i’ve got you. cum all over daddy’s cock.” she keeps releasing noises at every slap of his hips against her ass. she has his permission and she cums on his cock with a few more thrusts and hitting her sweet spot inside of her.

seeing stars dance in her vision, her body dropping back to his t-shirt, her thighs shaking as she releases and clenches around his cock. he releases her hair, the other hand holding onto her hips, a low groan escaping him as he feels her cum all over his cock.

the feeling of her squeezing around him is addicting and he knows he won’t last much longer. he fucks her through it and chases his own orgasm.

she bites her lips as small tears leak out of her eyes at the overstimulation that he gives her from his cock still moving in and out of her. “shh, it’s okay…baby, i’m close…gonna cum inside your pussy…” he manages to get out in between strangled noises, his hair dampening with sweat slightly.

she cries in a small whine of pleasure as he finally releases inside of her with just a few more thrusts, her pussy milking his cum so he doesn’t spill a drop out of her. she feels her body go slack as she comes down from it all, her chest rising and falling against the bench where she stays bent over.

he rubs a small reassuring hand over the curve of her ass, “you okay? i didn’t hurt you did i?” he says with a small hint of clarity as he slightly pulls out of her. she shakes her head into the fabric of his balled up t-shirt.

“here, here.” he grabs his boxers, climbing off of the bench and pulling them over his legs, he sits down on the bench. “put on the t-shirt, then cmere.” he says in a gentle but firm tone. she shakily moves her limbs and grabs his t-shirt from where it was crumpled up on top of her duffle.

he grabs his sweat rag from his own gym bag, patting his thighs for her to sit on. she adjusts his shirt over her body and moves to sit in his lap, burying her head into his neck and holding onto his bare chest with weak fists. he cleans up the inside of her thighs, over her sensitive folds.

she shivers and tries to move away from it, “shh, it’s okay. it’s okay. i’m just cleaning you up.” he whispers into her hair, pressing a gentle kiss there. she nods slowly, her eyes fluttering shut and relaxing into his lap, he pulls the rag away and puts it in his duffle next to him on the bench.

“was that good?” he says into her hair, looking down at her face with a small crane of his neck. “yeah, it was good.” she smiles softly as she tilts her head up and opens her eyes lazily. he smiles and rubs a hand over her back in a soothing gesture, feeling his heart bloom into a cathartic way he hasn’t felt in years.

“how about i take you out for dinner sometime? hmm? properly treat you.” he says with small squeeze of her hip, she smiles up at him, nodding. “i’d love that.” she says with a small sigh of content.

she held him as he held her in the aftermath of their love making and deep down they both knew that this was the beginning of something new for the both of them. something real, something exciting and full of love.

they couldn’t wait for what the future held in store for them.

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oooo how about wesker does catch you trying to escape again (kinda like a sequel to the spanking fic) and he just. Fucks you (up) (painfully but in a sexy way ya know??) with uroboros tendrils, maybe even more brutal spanking/smacking involved 😳

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Looks like you didn't learn the first time.

Tw: NONCON! READER DOES NOT WANT THIS! ) uroboros/tentacles, spanking, punishment, humiliation, forced immobility, heavy degradation, praise, pet names, obsessive Wesker, possessive Wesker, use of master

"I'm assuming your last lesson had no effect on you. It's a pity really. I thought you were making some progress." Weskers voice echoed in your ears, the thinly veiled anger you heard terrified you to no end.

"I'm sorry, Wesker-"

"Save it. You must be out of your mind if you think apologies will save you now." Wesker sat on his knees behind you, in-between your spread legs. Your ass unwillingly perked up into the air as he stared at you like prey.

"I warmed you this would happen, did I not? I told you it would be even worse the second time, didn't I dearheart?" He sighed, the familiar feeling of leather on your ass could be felt as he ran his hands up your bare thighs and over the globes of your rear.

Staying silent, you just close your eyes, expecting a longer spanking.

But oh, you had sorely regretted underestimating him.

Instead his hand slid between your legs, running his fingers over your embarrassingly slicked up slit.

"Does it get you wet when your master punishes you? Is that why you ran away again? Oh you're so pathetic..." That familiar drawl in his voice made you squirm, your whines muffled into the pillows.

"Quiet. You need to learn your lesson." His large hand spanked you right in between the legs. You flinched forward, crying out as he smacked your pussy. Embarrassingly, you felt your juices run down your thighs.

"What? You thought I was just gonna do the same thing again? Oh no, no I've got something much better in mind than that." Long fingers ran through your pussy lips, running over your clit before pulling away.

"Albert... please..."

"Begging already? But we've just gotten started, darling."

---

A few more spanks later, you hadn't paid attention to how many, and you were crying. Tears ran off your face and into the pillows he cruelly forced your head into. And then he stopped, he pulled his hand off your aching pussy.

But then you heard the click of his belt buckle coming undone.

"no- nono no Wesker please-! I won't do it again Albert-! Please-!" You try and crawl away from him but it's futile. Tentacles sprout out of his arms, pulling you back into your position. No matter how much you thrash, they won't let go, forcing you back on all fours.

"Now, now, darling. It was your fault for running away. And I intend on punishing you how you deserve." His clothed bulge pressed against your pussy and holy shit did it feel big. He was going to tear you apart.

He pulled down his boxers enough for his leaking cock to spring out. Grabbing the base, he guided it towards your pussy, running the head up and down your slit. From how wet you were, his tip slipped in by itself, already stretching you. His hips bucked forwards, forcing a few inches deeper into your wet heat.

"Albert-!"

"Quiet. You don't get to complain when you decided to misbehave. If you would've just stayed here with me-" He choked on his words, sinking his cock deeper into you as you squeezed him. "Then I wouldn't have to take you like this."

After a little while, his cock was fully sunk into you. And that wasn't even the worst part of this whole punishment.

What was worse was when you felt small tendrils snake down to your clit. Flicking your overstimulated bud. Wesker started thrusting his hips too, making your brain a fuzzy, lightheaded mess. You couldn't even tell what was going on, just how good you felt. It was almost sickening how you felt, how you liked it when your captor split you open.

"take it, that's it, take it all."

"Albert- fuck it feels so good.." You choked out, feeling him hit that one spot that made you go limp. You slumped down, uroboros holding you up enough for Wesker to keep up his rough pace. And you were oh so close to cumming. That pressure in your stomach building and building till it burst.

But instead of white hot pleasure washing over you, everything stopped. The tendrils stopped moving, same with Weskers hips, and now all you could feel was him inside you. You whined, bucking your hips back into his hoping to feel like that again, but it wasn't even close.

"What? Did you think you were gonna get to cum? Your punishments only getting started, darling."

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Happiness is a Warm Gun || Albert Wesker || Day Four

A/n: hello, sunshine. Welcome to day four of Kinktober. The theme is gunplay. Please enjoy.

Warning(s): gunplay, S.T.A.R.S. Albert Wesker, gun penetration, female reader, threats, manipulation, Wesker being Wesker.

No Minors Allowed!!

Is he serious?

You look to Barry for answers but the said man stares at Wesker with a glare.

"Are you joking?" You ask.

"He isn't," Barry merely answers.

You aren't sure what to do; Wesker isn't saying anything to deny the accusations, though you reckon he has no plans to, given what he had claimed. Raising your gun, you aim it at your captain.

"Don't be impulsive, dear," Wesker replies. "Everything I said is the truth."

Even--

You widen your eyes.

"There are people dead because of you."

"That is unfortunate," Wesker retorts.

He doesn't even care. Bravo team is gone, as far as you know, and some of the members of your team are missing. It's a fucking nightmare. Your eyes fill with tears.

"I should shoot you."

Wesker grins.

"And put Barry's loved ones in jeopardy. That's not something a good teammate would do."

You turn your eyes to Barry to see him tighten his jaw. He's so tense. You lower your gun.

"What do you want, Wesker?" Barry asks.

"I need to find a way into the laboratory beneath the estate and you are going to help me with that Barry," Wesker answers.

You raise a brow. Are you cannon fodder to him? You grip your gun tight and listen to him explain the task to your teammate.

"Do you understand?" He asks.

Barry nods in agreement.

"We do."

He turns to you for an answer but Wesker snorts.

"Not her. She's going to stay here with me."

You shoot him a glare.

"Go fuck--"

Barry rests a hand on your shoulder and shakes his head.

"I'll be back soon."

You hope so. Watching Barry walk away, you take an uneasy breath. What now? You're in the company of a madman.

"Your gun," Wesker says suddenly. "Put it on the floor and move away from it."

"Are you delusional? You've seen what is out there. I'm not giving up my weapon," you argue.

Wesker tightens his jaw. Taking out his gun, he points the Samurai Edge at you.

"Then you'd best not to annoy me and I'll keep you alive."

You don't trust him, but having no other option, other than to run and hope he misses - doubtful - you hesitantly bend down and set your gun on the floor.

"Now come here," Wesker orders.

You walk over to him, keeping your distance. A feeling of dread consumes you as he reaches forward and touches your face, running his thumb across your bottom lip. You eye him suspiciously.

"What do you want with me?"

Wesker grins.

"You're nothing more than another way to keep Barry from getting cold feet... But that doesn't mean we can't have some fun."

You raise a brow.

"Are you out--"

Wesker interrupts you as he rests the barrel of the gun against your chest. Your heart pounds erratically.

"Didn't I say not to annoy me?"

He digs the barrel into your chest to emphasize his point. You groan in pain.

"Go and stand in the corner," Wesker orders.

You have no idea what he's doing, but you bring up your hands and walk over to the corner of the room. Wesker comes up behind you and presses the gun against your back; the other hand rests on your stomach.

"I've often thought about what I'd do if I got you alone," he utters.

His warm breath brings goosebumps to your arms. You raise a brow in question.

"Have you never heard of buying a lady a drink first?"

It's in bad taste, but fear brings out a side of you that you are not proud of. And with such a handsome man coveting you, it's hard to keep your mouth shut.

Wesker snorts.

"Face me."

You keep your hands raised as you turn. Wesker grins and reaches down to your pants; you watch in shock. Once they are down and around your knees, he presses the gun against your stomach and slides the barrel down, easing it between your thighs.

You hum as the gun slides against your pussy. A chill makes you shutter.

For fuck's sake.

"Do you not think of me as a monster?" He asks.

"I-i do."

But even monsters can be charming.

Wesker pulls aside your panties and presses the gun against your warm cunt. His other hand slips between your legs and spreads you enough to penetrate you with the barrel.

"What are you--"

"Don't move. I'm won't shoot you, so relax," Wesker assures you.

Damn, you've lost it. You should order him to stop, but the way your walls clench around the gun, you know that you can't make a peep. Shutting your eyes, you lean your head back, groaning as he fucks you with the barrel.

"Touch me," you beg. "Please, sir."

Feeling his thumb rub against your clit, you sigh in relief. It feels good; it shouldn't but it does. You arch your hips, hesitant to move too much in fear that Wesker will pull the trigger. But he doesn't.

Your pussy takes his gun well as he fucks you, rubbing your clit in unison. You don't know how much you can take; it's intense. Visualizing yourself taking his cock, the pressure in your stomach grows until your body shakes with an orgasm.

Fuck!

As you come down from your high, Wesker removes the barrel from you, grinning as he holds it up for you to see; the metal gleams in your arousal.

"You've dirtied my gun," Wesker points out.

Parting your lips, you offer him your mouth. He smirks and watches as you clean up your mess.

"That's good. Perhaps if you behave, I'll reward you," Wesker utters.

You nod. Maybe next time he will reward you with his cock.

"Yes sir."

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