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Caged Runner

Albert Wesker x Reader

Summary: Being Albert Wesker's wife was never easy. Yes, he gave you love, but it would come and go in small segments because of work despite him actually working from home. After discovering Albert's secret projects from having the last straw, you ran, scared he would kill you for finding out before his confession (if there ever were to be one). A full year had gone by, no sign of Wesker. Until now.

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Word Count: 2.6k

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MASTERLIST | Resident Evil List | Albert Wesker

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WARNING [dub-con, feral sex, doggy style to mating press, hair pulling, spanking, degrading, dumbification, major breeding kink, domination]

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He caught you, and now there was no escape.

"You are fucking delicious, my little cock starved slut."

Against all odds, he found you right in the comforts of your new home.

"Don’t you ever run away from me again."

How could your life have come to this?

Wesker fucked into you savagely, one of his hands tangled in your locks as he tugged you back on his dick, and the other holding your leg up. He screwed you nearly dumb despite your pleas and cries for him to stop, your pussy drooling his loads and your juices all over your inner thighs.

You let out a loud yelp when Albert’s hand came down on your ass, a sharp slapping noise echoing around the dining room. He had pushed your leg up onto the table before hanging his hand at his side, still keeping the tight grip on your hair as he made sharp, quick thrusts.

Wesker snarled down at your trembling figure, “If you even try to pull another one of your escape plans on me, I’ll make sure to fuck you stupid so you can’t escape.”

You managed to choke out a few words despite the fear that laid in your stomach, tears streaming down your cheeks as you turned to look up at him from behind, “I hate you!”

Albert couldn’t help but let out a laugh from your words, one that was taunting, dark. In several swift motions, he pulled you up by your hair and held your back flush against his chest, opposed to your pained whine. He then roughly grabbed your now struggling wrist, forcing your hand to flex out and reveal the shiny silver piece on your ring finger.

“If you hate me as much you say, why are you wearing your wedding ring?”

Wesker stopped thrusting, allowing you to sit on his cock and feel every pulse and twitch as you tried answering his inquisition. Your mouth hung agape, sputtering nonsense while your face flushed red.

Before you could even form a full sentence, he answered for you, "Because you don't hate me. In fact, I think you still love the very man you ran from."

"I do not-!"

Albert interrupted you with a hard thrust into your quivering sex, making you mewl in surprise before biting your lip to keep quiet. He smirked from your pathetic attempts to silence yourself before bringing your hand up to his lips and kissing your knuckles, making sure you saw his actions even if you had a disgusted look on your face.

"You are a horrible liar, dearheart."

Suddenly, you were slammed back on the table with a loud cry, his quick roughness knocking the sense out of you before he started ramming back into your cunt. The hand that still tugged on your hair loosened its hold, letting you rest your head on the table and take the fucking you were given. You tried desperately to fight back against Wesker's grip on you, but he was stronger, much more built than you, and at this point, all you could do was let him abuse your quivering pussy until he's had his fill.

It didn't stop the tears that still trickled down your cheeks, or your quiet begs that all meant nothing, "Please Wesker- mmph!- just l-let me go!"

Albert didn't hold back the chuckle that ran through his throat at your attempts to stop him, feeling your hands weakly push against his hips to yield his thrusting. His v-line stilled flush against your ass, but don't begin to think it was because of your efforts.. Wrapping your hair around his hand, Wesker slowly leaned down over you and tugged your head back, letting his lips just barely caress your ear.

"I'll never let you go again."

He began plunging deep into your drooling sex, his hand finally leaving your hair and being placed on your waist. Wesker picked up your hips so you were arching against the table, your leg coming down to touch the floor, before hammering straight up into your cervix. You felt your eyes widen and your heart thump hard when you felt his tip reach deep inside of you, your tongue pushing past your lips on instinct and allowing saliva to drip down your chin. A low, gruff grunt came from Albert when he felt your pussy clench around his dick, the grip on your waist tightening to the point of bruising while his nails practically punctured through your skin. He ravaged your insides, milky white streaming down your legs and onto the floor that would soon be replaced by another one of your husband's loads.

"Deeper.. Guh- I need it.. deeper."

Wesker paused his onslaught and quickly flipped you over onto your back, now staring at your tearstained cheeks and scarlet face. He watched your chest heave up and down as you continued to pant, eyeing your nipples that perked up over your tank top as your breasts shuddered from his piercing gaze.

Albert quickly slammed back into you, earning another strained moan from your abused mouth before it became pained when he grabbed your legs and forced them widely apart. Your spread pussy gave him more room to shove his cock inches deeper, your eyes crossing up to the back of your head when he hit your cervix again with the tip of his dick. Before he could begin his assault, he paused when seeing you shakily bring a hand up to his chest and give it a weak push as your last attempt to get him to stop.

"Please, Albert.. No more.. I can't take it." You whispered with a strained voice, your eyes glossy from crying as you gazed into his firm ambers.

To your surprise, Wesker took one hand away from your leg and brought it up to your cheek, cupping it gently while rubbing his thumb lovingly across your trail of tears. Involuntarily, you leaned into his touch, and brought up your other hand to hold onto the back of his to keep his warm palm against your cheek. You allowed yourself to close your eyes and savor his affection, even if it could've been fake; you were so touch deprived after being on the run for so long, and now that the person you secretly longed for was giving you attention, your body just melted.

When you felt Albert's blonde locks graze against your forehead, and his nose brush softly against yours, you opened your eyes to gaze into his. You almost cried when you noticed the familiar glints of love under his firm gaze, some unknown relief flooding through your system.

Wesker's voice pierced through the silence, his tone low and tauntingly gentle, "Dearheart, do you even realize that you're leaning into my touch despite what you've been telling me?"

You finally broke, the overwhelming emotions of missing and hating your lover collapsing, "It's okay.. Just let me have this.."

He chuckled silently and allowed you to nuzzle into his hand, continuing to stroke your cheek as he watched your every move. God, he really did miss you. That full year of not having you by his side made him more aggressive, fully honed in on finding you and bringing you home. The little things he never thought he'd miss made him regret every second of not giving you his full attention, and the nights you both shared in your bed, either intimate or just sleeping, practically made him an insomniac now that he never woke up with you next to him. You really turned his world upside down.

Slowly, Albert leaned close to your face, kissing the tip of your nose before saying, "I'll stop when you're finally honest with me."

Wesker snapped his hips into yours, making you throw your head back and let out an airy moan, before retracting his hand back to your waist. He didn't bother to start out slow, plunging in and out of your drooling cunt with burning desire. You kept a hand on his chest while using the other to grip onto his wrist, trying your hardest to ground yourself and keep your eyes from blurring up from the pleasure. You refused to be fucked dumb by Wesker. You were supposed to be mad at him, scared of him - that's why you ran, after all. You were suppose to be angry and sorrowful because of him bursting into your new life and slamming you on your dinner table to fuck you breathless. Where did all my sanity go?

Albert watched your conflicting eyes with a devilish smirk, giving a harsh thrust to gain your attention, "Come on, sweetness. All you have to do is confess and this will all stop just like you wanted."

You stared at him with hazy eyes, blinking away your fading tears as you stuttered, "Y-you promise..?"

His smirk widened into a grin, "I promise, my dear little wife."

Taking in a shaky breath, you began letting out your confession like it was a sin, "I missed you- I missed you- I missed you! I missed your body, your touch, your kisses, your love! I missed the way I'd wake up to you every morning, and I missed the way you'd fuck me dumb into our bed!"

Against what you thought would happen, Wesker let out a feral growl and fucked into you faster, snarling at you, "Keep going."

You gazed down at him, finally letting your eyes fill with love and spill out your true thoughts, "Wesker, I missed you so much! I'm sorry for leaving you! I love you so so so much! Please forgive your cock hungry whore of a wife!"

"Atta' girl.."

Albert roughly grabbed your thighs and threw you into the mating press, slamming his dick directly into your sweet spot over and over with every carnal thrust. Finally, oh-so finally, your mind went blank and your eyes turned foggy, your moans and cries sounding euphoric against the squelching of your pussy and the slapping of his balls against your ass. You grabbed sloppily at Wesker's shirt to pull him closer, the yearning to kiss his lips winning over your fried mind.

He remained solid as he rutted into you, looking down at you through his loose strands of hair while firmly growling, "I've trained you better than this to try and get what you want. What do you say, you disobedient bitch?"

"Please kiss me, hubby! I need it- I need it- I need it!"

Wesker grinned madly at your use of your husband nickname, now fully confident that he won you over, "That's my good little wife."

He smashed his lips onto yours, swallowing up your lewd moaning and whines as he shoved his tongue straight into your mouth. You licked at his wet muscle as he dominated yours, tears of deranged happiness leaking from the corners of your eyes as you finally got the kiss you've dreamed about ever since you made the stupid mistake of running from your husband. You held his cheeks with the palms of your soft hands, earning a tighter grip on your thighs that were sure to turn purple later. Fuck, he was just eating you up; this is what depriving a husband from his wife for so long does to a man.

With his skin rubbing up against your clit, and his thick cock bursting into your tightening cunt with seemingly no end, your womb began to feel heavy and clenched. You knew this feeling all too well, Albert being your first and only partner to ever make you squirt and see stars.

Despite not wanting to, you pulled away from his lips and looked straight up at him through lidded eyes, "Albert, I'm- I'm going to- fuck.. cum!"

Through clenched teeth, Wesker snapped his eyes up into yours and raised his voice in command, "Cum on my cock like the good slutty wife you are!"

From his rough words, the slapping of skin, and the erotic wet noises coming from your sex, your body lurched forward and let out a high pitched whine. Your quivering cunt spurt out all of your pent up honey and glazed it all over his dick and stomach, your knot finally coming undone. You saw bliss from how much your body released, your eyes remaining at the back of your head as your muscles convulsed and twitched. Your toes were in a tight curl, and your legs were bent up towards the sky despite cramping up from your position.

Still, Albert continued fucking into you with every ounce of strength he had, his intention to make you cum fueling his need to release.

With an animalistic snap, he slammed his hands on either side of your head and leaned over your small figure, "I'm going to breed you with my young. Be thankful that I even want to fuck you full of my semen after running away from me like that. Say, 'Thank you for breeding me, my darling.' just like how I taught you."

Doing just as he said, you dumbly followed his command through your overstimulation with slurred words, "Thank you for breeding me, my darling.."

With the last slamming of his hips, Wesker buried his dick fully inside of you and let out a feral groan, spilling his hot cum straight into your womb. He missed how he bred you on your sheets, filling you full of his boiling hot semen, rope after rope, load after load. Of course, you were always on the pill to prevent any accidents, but knowing that you were fresh and fertile made it his absolute obsession to release inside of you round after round tonight. Albert let his basic male instincts take over, fully aware of the consequences, and practically asking for them.

This would make you stay at home for the safety of you and your child, his protection being the only thing you'd need now that you were heavy with his kid. And after you were normal and well with your baby, he would just breed you full with another. This was the only solution to keep you with him; your body constantly carrying his young.

You practically purred at the sensation of his milk spilling into you, rolling your head back onto the table and letting his cock plug you full. Wesker's heavy panting puffed hot air straight into your face as he leaned over to catch his breath, holding your hips up to prevent any leakage.

Finally stabling himself, Albert gazed down at your blissfully hazy eyes, grinning at his work on your body before returning to his serious exterior. Catching his now semi-tense stare, you looked up to his eyes as you let your mind come back to earth. Slowly, Wesker pulled out of your abused hole, leaving it gapping and clenching around the sex filled air. You let out a weak whimper when you felt his warm love begin to trickle out of your pussy and to the table below, but before it could get any further, Albert wiped it on his fingers and plunged them back into you. You bit your lip and held in a moan as you felt your husband's seed leak back into your sex from his fingers, your legs shaking despite Wesker's firm hold on your thickness.

"Don't think for a second that you're not keeping every drop of me." He whispered violently, thrusting his fingers into you once and earning a surprised yelp from your plumping lips.

This wouldn't be the last time of the night you would be fucked stupid, trained, and bred from your lover's hand. And as much as you hated to admit it, you couldn't wait.

With another grin, Albert pulled you up against him and forced you to look up at his piercing gaze, "I'm going to fuck you numb, dearheart. Just you wait."

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The Ghost's Pet

The Ghostface - Danny “Jed Olsen” Johnson x Reader

Summary: N/A - Straight sauce.

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Word Count: 4.7k

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MASTERLIST | Dead by Daylight | The Ghostface

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WARNING [pet play, degrading, name calling, doggy style, breeding kink, creampie, creaming, puppy and bunny wear, oral, dumbification, death, long drabble]

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The scent of warm food flooded your nostrils as you made sure to mix the ingredients together, creating a sort of pasta for yourself and your boyfriend. He was suppose to be home two hours ago for your planned movie night, and you couldn't lie, you were irritated; you've had this planned for weeks, his work at the Roseville Gazette interfering with your intimacy left and right.

You stared frustrated at your food, talking to it as if it did something wrong, "Damn it, Harry, where are you?"

You placed the lid of the pan over the warming dish, turning around to the fridge to get your sparkling cider for yourself. You took out a wine glass and the green bottle, placing them on the counter before searching for a bottle opener.

"Where is that fucking bottle opener?" You snarled while going through practically every drawer and cabinet.

The ringing of your phone jack caused your head to snap around towards the wall, watching the device vibrate with every ring. Must be Harry. You strolled over to the phone, picking up and bringing it to your ear with the full intent to chew out your boyfriend.

"Harry, you were suppose to be here two hours ago. I thought you had a short day at the gazette?"

All you heard was a distorted chuckle from the other line before your blood ran cold and your fire was out, "He did, dollface. But, I think Harry had other plans for the night."

You turned to look around you before back at the phone jack, "I thought we had a deal to never call me back again!"

"We did, but you broke one of our rules, sweet girl."

You couldn't help but scoff, "Oh yeah? And what rule did I break, sweet boy? Because I'm pretty sure I kept up my end of our agreement."

"You threw out the collar."

You felt fear strike through your body as you stared blankly at the wall, another chuckle ringing through the phone at your sudden silence before his voice became violent, "I thought I told you to keep that collar, you dumb bitch!"

Your voice cracked as your heart began to beat louder in your ears, "I was going to, but Harry found it and told me to throw it out!"

Your stalker tuts quietly, "But does his word really hold that much weight over your pathetic life?"

"If he were to ever find out-!"

"If he were to ever find out I fucked his girlfriend with that pretty pink collar, his body would turn up in a ditch somewhere. Besides doll, if that were to be the case, I'd just fuck you right in front of him so he could really see how much of a deranged slut you are when you're fucked dumb."

His sadistic laugh rang through the phone despite your panicked protest, "You wouldn't!"

His laughter abruptly stopped and was replaced with an angered snarl, "Try me! Because I can guaran-fucking-tee you'd actually love to get fucked by the man you hate right in front of your sorry excuse of a boyfriend!"

You turned so your back was up against the wall, your other hand gripping the bottom of the phone as you shook, "You're crazy! Just leave me alone and go play your stupid, shitty games with someone else!"

"Doll," He chuckled before his voice became dangerously low, "you have five minutes to get ready."

The line went dead, the phone now in front of you with trembling hands as you slowly hooked it back on the jack. You knew exactly what he meant, and if you disobeyed him, you were as good as dead. You slammed your fist against the wall, yelling out a strained fuck before running straight up the stairs and to your bedroom (not before turning off your stove, of course) to begrudgingly follow his command.

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You kneeled down in front of your door, hands on your thighs and gripping your frilled stockings. He is such a pervert.. How could a man be into these things?! You thought as your eyes squeezed shut. Your heart froze, however, when your ears picked up on heavy footsteps, knowing damn well they were headed straight for your room. The grip on your thigh highs tightened when the steps came straight up the stairs and slowed to a stop at your door, suspense thickening the air around you from the long pause.

Slowly, the door that separated you and the serial killer of Roseville began to open, the loud creaking sound causing your heart to sporadically beat against your ribcage. When the creaking finally stopped and your door was held open against the wall, your eyes were met with the shiny tips of black leather boots. You refused to look up at the deranged psycho and give him the courtesy of seeing you in such a submissive state, even if what you were wearing already screamed as much.

Despite your efforts, you heard a low whistle pierce the silence, and watched as the same leather boots prowled just in front of your knees.

With a deep rough voice, he talked down to you, "Look. At. You. All dolled up for me like the good girl you are."

You bit back the insults you so badly wanted to let fly, but you knew nothing good would come from insulting the very man that held your life in the palm of his hand.

You could hear his smug smile despite the mask that covered it, "Don't I get a hello, little one?"

You let your eyes gaze off from his boots, making it very clear you wanted nothing to do with what he asked. With three tuts from his tongue, he bent onto his heals and placed a finger under your chin, redirecting your attention up to his stupid father death mask. You stared straight into his mesh covered eyes, still keeping your mouth shut disobediently.

"I said.." His gloved hand quickly tangled into your hair, tugging your face straight up to him despite your silent whimper, "Don't I get a hello?"

"Hello, Master.." You said with a strained voice, the burning in your scalp causing your face to scrunch up into a pained expression.

"Good little bitch. Now, how do you greet your master?"

You shook your head against his hold, a growl rumbling through his throat and giving your locks another harsh tug, "Don't be such a fucking brat. I trained you better than this, and I won't be having my pup acting like a fucking mongrel."

The ghostface threw your body down to the floor, a pained cry coming from the impact as he stood tall over your crumpled figure, "You were such a good dog when we last saw each other. So obedient.. Listening and welcoming me at the door just as my well-trained pet would."

You shakily picked yourself up from the floor as he continued, "Did that fucking bastard taint you? Oh, tsk tsk tsk, that won't do.. Come on, doll. Show me that you don't need to be trained again like last time."

You froze at the mention of needing to be retrained, your mind flashing back to the many punishments he inflicted on your body from your refusal to listen. Almost instantaneously, you pushed yourself up onto your knees and looked up at the masked killer before you. He stared down at you as your eyes met his, your hands coming up to his thighs and your chest pressing against his legs. His body relaxed as he watched you, his hand coming up onto your head while you nuzzled your cheek against his hip and retained eye contact.

You felt his thumb stroke your hair as he cooed, "Good little dog."

You pulled away once he told you to stop, sitting back on your heels and waiting for his next move while he continued to look down at you.

He spoke to you with a firm tone, "Place your hands on your thighs, and don't you dare move them."

With shaky hands, you did as he told you while hearing him grab something from his belt. You knew one of the things he took was his classic Buck 120 from the familiar noise of unclasping the sheath on his hip, a sudden fear laying in your stomach over the weapon he now held snug. Slowly, the tip of the blade came under your chin and tilted your head up, your eyes glinting with obvious anxiety as they met the lens of his camera.

When his finger was about to take a picture, a low hum came from his chest, and he lowered the device, "Something's.. missing."

You looked at him with a curious gaze before hearing an aha! come from behind the mask. The slasher quickly shoved his gear away and nabbed something from behind his back, an all too familiar jingle causing your face to pale.

He held out the very collar you had thrown out, watching the bell shake and make noise, "Surprise, dollface."

You let out an involuntary whimper as he brought the piece of jewelry towards your neck, pulling away from the pink thing with clear fear flashing across your face. You could practically hear his frown as his voice flared violently, growling, "Come here!" while he grabbed you and forced the collar around your neck.

Sighing, he brought out his knife and camera, and placed his weapon back under your chin, "Finally, now you look perfect.. Now, look up for me."

Your eyes landed back on the lens, watching the red light flash when he clicked down to take a picture. You flinched at the shuttering noise, yet kept your eyes on the camera to keep yourself nick-free from his blade. The back of the single film that came out of the device caught your attention, his hand putting the knife away (much to your relief) and taking the picture between his fingers. He waved the photo in the air to let the image begin to form, letting you watch his movement like a hawk as he eyed the photograph. A soft chuckle ran through his lips when he saw his work clear up, the mesh eyes of the mask meeting yours when he turned. He brought the film down to your level, twisting it between his fingers to let you see exactly what he captured that ushered him to take the picture.

You felt your face flush red when you were met with a provocative picture of yourself wearing the embarrassing gear he forced you to put on many times before. Your head adorned folded puppy ears that matched the color of your hair, a frilly pink bra that had a white paw print on each cup, and a matching pair of panties that paired with your frilly white stockings. You saw a tuff of fur pop up from behind you, a deeper blush resting on your cheeks from the cameo. This didn't go unnoticed by the killer, however, and he pulled the picture back to himself to examine what exactly got you flustered.

Upon noticing what you saw, he let an amused smirk grace his lips before instantly turning to you, "You know, doll. I don't see that.. back piece.. in this photo. I might need to take another shot from a different angle."

You let out a whine of protest, but immediately were quieted by his shushing, "Sh sh sh, baby.. I know my little puppy wants to do good for me, so she'll turn around and bend over, right? She doesn't want that shiny blade her master has to cut deep into her skin and gut her like a fish.. right?"

You felt fear shiver down your spine and make your hair stand on edge, shaking your head frantically at his underlying threat.

He chuckled darkly at your scared expression, placing the photo on your dresser before turning back to you with a serious tone, "Turn around, ass up."

Sluggishly, you did as you were told and turned around, getting on all fours and folding your arms so your chest pressed up on the floor. You heard a purr-like growl rumble from the ghostface's direction, his presence getting dangerously close to your figure.

With a taunting chuckle, he grazed a finger down your back and rubbed his gloved thumb against your trembling flesh, "Fuck, darling.. If only you could see yourself bent over like a bitch begging for dick."

He let out a pleased sigh as he pulled away with his camera coming back out, "I need a shot of this for my collection."

You covered your face with your hands and refused to focus on what he was doing, until you heard his tongue click and his footsteps draw near again. When you were about to question his approach as you pulled your head out of your hands, you let out a surprised whine when you felt his hand grip onto the fluff that stuck out of your panties.

"Your little plug is a bit off center, doll. Let me fix that for you."

You moaned out as you felt your butt plug twist inside of you, gripping your hands against the floor as he continued to adjust your curled tail. When he was done fixing your fluff, he slowly pulled away with one final tug, the plug pulling against the opening of your ass and forcing out another moan. He let out a quiet groan from your erotic noise, palming at the hardened bulge in his trousers before once again gripping his camera.

Noticing your hiding face, he brought up a hand and began snapping his fingers, whistling at you like one would with a dog for your attention. With a silent exhale, you looked back at the ghostface from over your shoulder and gazed at the photo capturer through your lashes.

An audible grin rumbled through his mask as the camera shuttered to capture your image, "Beautiful.."

You couldn't lie, his praise made you feel utterly aroused, but you refused to cave in to his false affection. Despite this, you heard a dark laugh echo around your room, the infamous killer now inches away from your ass.

"Baby," He placed his hands on your hips as he sat on his heels behind you, "do you even realize your shaking your ass like you're wagging your tail?"

You felt your eyes widen at his comment, indeed realizing you were shaking your ass like a happy dog would. God, you must be going insane, because there was no way you'd act like this for him.. right? You stopped your actions just as quickly as you realized, feeling tears leak into your eyes from pure embarrassment.

Sensing your emotional climax, he began to taunt you as he pulled your plugged ass flush against his crotch, "Aw.. is my little bitch crying? Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll take such good care of you.. Besides, I think you deserve a reward for being such an obedient pet."

You felt his gloved hand trail from the back of your neck to your lower back, letting the pads of his fingers hook under the hem of your panties. You felt panic rise in your chest, knowing fully well what was going to come next. But panic wasn't the only thing that settled in your body; it was paired with want.. desire.

Taking his sweet time, the ghostface pulled your pink panties over your plug and down your thighs, savoring how the cloth clung to your thickness and made small ridges against your skin.

Feigning surprise to tease you further, he pulled your thighs apart and eyed your dripping pussy, "Ho-ly shit, you sick little puppy.. You're already wet."

You subconsciously pressed further back against his hips, feeling his hardened bulge press right up into your slit and against your clit. The masked man let out a carnal growl before thrusting into you, a hand resting on your ass and the other holding a thigh apart. Your lips formed an o-shape as he continued to rut straight into your sex, your folds wrapped around his solid bulge and allowing it to rub your aroused bud. He humped into you for what felt like forever, his feral grunts and pants matching with your bitch whines and moans as you soon began to press back into his movements.

With a growly voice, he looked down at your moving body while tightening the hold on your thigh, “Shit baby.. you’re humping against my dick like a bitch in heat. Do you really need me to fuck you that badly?”

You finally lost your moral compass from the euphoria, nodding rapidly as you kept backing into his thrusts.

Laughing in almost an insane manner, the ghostface smiled wickedly at your dumbed out answer, “Good-fucking-pup. Finally being honest with yourself, hm? Well, if you want it that bad, you’ll have to beg for it.. Come on, I know you can do it. You’ve done it for me before.. Beg.”

You began begging just as he ordered, every word sounding out of breath, “Please fuck me! Please- please- please, I need you to mate with me like the stupid breeding bitch I am!”

“You forgot the name, doll. I won’t give you what you want till you say who you want to breed that dripping pussy.”

You cried out as loud as possible, “Master, please fuck me!”

He let out a short-lived laugh as he paused his hips, “Good-fucking-girl.”

Quickly, he began to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, making swift work to get his tight cock out of his trousers. You pressed your chest flush against the flooring, trying to push your ass out more for him despite your mind screaming that this was wrong. God, you were such a slut for actually wanting the ghostface to fuck you. You know what he's done, who he's killed, and felt all the unwanted, perverted things he's desired. You just couldn't fight it anymore, it would always be a losing battle, so why not just give in and let yourself drown in the debauchery of being used by a killer?

You let out a quiet moan when you felt the head of his dick prod at your cunt, forcing more of your honey to drool over his sex and onto the floor.

With one last tease, he harshly smacked your ass and grabbed your hair, his falsely soft words shushing your pained whine, "Bark if you want your master's dick plunging in and out of your cunt."

For the first time in a while, you spoke as you turned back to face him, "What?! I don't want to bark!"

His voice became harsh, "You'll fucking bark because I told you to! Do you want me to stab my knife into your sternum and rip your intestines out?!"

You shook your head quickly, your body quivering from his threat, "Then fucking bark like the good whore bitch I trained you to be!"

You turned back towards the floor, allowing your eyes to stare at the wood as you contemplated your next move. Deciding you wanted to stay alive, you sucked in your embarrassment, closed your eyes shut, and let out a silent bark.

It didn't appease him, however, when he gave a hard pull from your locks, "I taught you better than that pathetic attempt. Louder."

Your throat rumbled a whimper before making a loud bark, your face flushing red and your shame becoming larger.

The ghostface let out an amused chuckle, wrapping your locks around his hand and pulling your thighs apart with the other, "Good girl.. good-fucking-girl."

With a loud slap, his hips slammed flush against your ass, and his cock plunged straight up towards your cervix with a delicious squelching noise. Your eyes rolled up to the back of your head and your tongue instinctively pushed out, leaking drool all over your lips and chin.

His voice sounded strained, like he was growling through clenched teeth, "So.. tight.. So fucking perfect, just for me."

And with that, he began thrusting his cock in and out of your weeping pussy, moans of pure ecstasy ringing throughout your room that were paired with carnal grunts and purr-like growls. The slasher fucked you into the floor, his hold on your hair tightening and a hand moving up to your lower back from your thigh. He grabbed your bouncing tail, tugging on your plug just enough so you could feel it move, but not pop it out.

You remember the very nights that went like this; him fucking you on your floor until you saw stars. The difference between then and now is how he's treating you less like an actual dog, and being all around nicer (if that was even the correct word to call The Ghostface of Roseville). He would force you to bark constantly, crawl on all fours, drink from a stupid fucking platter, and sit in your dog's cage - anything to convince you of being his personal pup. Well, he didn't even need to convince you, because he would just force you to think it, otherwise the knife he held would find its way into your skin, and the leash he always had nearby tugged you into a submissive state.

His pace picked up when he noticed your puppy ears bouncing in sync with his thrusts, and the jingling of your collar's bell matching the lewd image. As much as he wanted to take a picture, the pleasure of your mushy sex gripping onto his fat cock kept him from taking his hands off you. You were so delicious on his dick, trying to milk him for his semen with the vice-like clench you had on him. He couldn't get enough.

The tickle of your fluffy tail against your skin worsened as he leaned down flush against your back, letting both hands trail down your sides and to your voluptuous hips. His thrusting quickened faster than anything you expected, earning a lewd, pornish moan from your drooling lips. You extended one of your arms out in front of you and scratched at the floor, letting your head rest against the other while your lidded eyes stared at the wood as you began to see blurs.

This must be what fucking like rabbits meant; his body right up against your back, fast sharp thrusts straight into your cervix, and his white mask grazing your ear with every push forward that made you blank out.

With a raspy tone, the slasher's hot breath cascaded into your ear and caused goosebumps to travel down your back, "Do you think you can take all of your master's cum in that tight little pussy?"

Your words slurred into nothing but noise, too fucked out to even respond as your mind focused on how his dick twitched inside of you and dragged against your insides.

Noticing your dumbed out state, the ghostface let out a sickening laugh, "Did master fuck you dumb, doll?! Isn't that a shame - now my little bitch in heat can't help but pay attention to the way my thick cock is breeding you stupid!"

The grip on your hips tightened, making your future self thankful he was wearing gloves to prevent his nails from cutting into your flesh, "I wonder how much longer you can last.. Let's hope all that endurance training didn't go to waste, pretty girl!"

You felt the knot in your stomach tighten quickly, the head of his cock pushing you further and further over the edge. You definitely weren't gonna last much longer with how he was fucking you straight into oblivion.

His hands slammed their way down to either side of your head, stabilizing his twitching form as he felt his own end drawing near with how his balls clenched and cock quivered.

"Puppy, " He moaned out, "I'm getting fucking close- shit- and I'm gonna let your pussy milk me dry like the good breeding bitch you are.."

"What do you say to your generous master?"

You managed to spit out just a few words, gazing back at his mask through your lashes, "Thank you, master!"

Unexpectedly, the father death killer moved his mask just so his lips and nose were revealed, not giving you time to process it, before slamming you into a sloppy kiss. That did it for you, a silenced moan getting swallowed by his mouth as your orgasm ripped through your cunt and forced your legs to shake violently.

Through the kiss, your teary eyes opened up to look at his lips while talking slurred, "Ma.. ster.."

With his tongue licking at yours, he spoke through your intimacy, "Just this once, doll- mmph..- You can call me Danny."

Like in a daze, you repeated his name, "Danny.."

He let out a loud purr, an intense shiver rolling down his back as he savored how his name fell from your plumping lips. With a few violent thrusts, he let out a choppy groan as his dick released rope after rope of his hot semen straight into your womb, pressing his tip right up against your cervix. You shuddered from the sensation of his warm milk spilling into your sex, the overstimulation drawing out a quiet mewl from your broken throat.

He pushed his seed further into your quivering pussy with a few slow thrusts, mumbling incoherent nonsense as bliss clouded his mind for just that moment. You stared at the wall ahead of you as you let his body rest on your back, feeling your tail press against your back from his weight and tug at your plug.

When he finally regained his senses, Danny slowly sat up and felt a great shiver run through his system when a wet sensation ran down his exposed balls. He looked down, and immediately his dick hardened at the sight; you creamed on his cock, and it was leaking out of you and all over his sack. He watched as his load began to squish out of the edges of your pussy and mix with your release, making a mess of him and your thighs. Now that he could finally focus, he swiftly grabbed his camera and aimed it at your leakage, adding a bit more to the capture by grabbing your tail and lifting up so your plugged ass was also on display against his length

"Fucking perfect, my little puppy girl.. Absolutely perfect."

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Danny's gloved hand was tangled in your locks as he threw his head back against your couch, pushing your mouth further down his dick as you bobbed your head. You wore a different set of pet wear this time, it being white bunny ears and a cute little bunny butt plug that peeked out from under your short, innocent dress.

"Fu-ck, baby.. I should've bought you those bunny things a while ago if I knew I'd come home to this."

Danny picked his head back up to watch your lips take in his cock, the sight causing a possessive growl to snarl from his throat. It stopped, however, when the news flashed on the TV, and a picture of a ditch popping up next to the reporter.

"This just in, the body of Harry McCarthy turned up in the ditches by South Rocky Street, different parts of his body strung up around the surrounding botany. His body looks to be two to four days old, a single picture being left at the scene of The Ghostface posing with the corpse, knife in-hand.."

The grin that found it's way on his face was wicked and dark - Finally found the body, huh? Took you long enough, P.D. His eyes flashed with proud insanity, noticing that you kept sucking on his length despite the news.

Danny let out a deep laugh, "Did you hear that, dollface? They found your boyfriend's- well.. ex-boyfriend's, body in a ditch somewhere. No wonder he hasn't been coming home for such a long time."

You could only gaze up at the deranged psycho with love as you continued to drool all over his sex. He fucking swore he saw little hearts in your eyes, and this made him laugh all the more harder at your state. You couldn't care less that your boyfriend was dead, you just wanted Danny.

With the rise of his camera, the ghostface brought it up to his eyes and placed his finger on the button, "Smile for me."

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#dbd #dead by daylight #deadbydaylight #video games #videogames #games #gaming #danny johnson #jed olsen #killers #dbd ghostface #ghostface x reader #ghostface x you #drabble #smut #danny jed olsen johnson #created by rabbittwist

[rabbittwist]

Feral Conception

Michael Myers x Reader

Summary: N/A - Straight sauce.

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Word Count: 2.7k

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MASTERLIST | Slashers | Michael Myers

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WARNING: [NSFW, breeding kink, choking kink, creampie, lingerie, feral sex, marking kink, predator/prey kink, multiple positions, semi-pet play, masturbation, long drabble]

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"Oh!"

Michael shoved two fingers roughly into your leaking cunt, hitting that sweet spot that would send you over the edge in only a matter of minutes. He had you laid down against his large frame on your shared bed, legs forced to be spread by hooking your knees over his own in a painfully large split, and his free hand wrapped tightly around your pretty, bruising neck. All you could do was grip onto his bicep as he choked you, and dig your nails deep into the wrist that fucked you with thick fingers.

This was not how his night was supposed to go. Michael was suppose to go out and release the tension built in his chest from the voices that screamed for blood. Michael was suppose to go ravage inside someone's unsuspecting home and make sure whoever they were had a personal meeting with Lady Death herself. But no. You just had to be home when he was. You just had to come home early to try on that deliciously pink lingerie set you've been desperately waiting to wear.

You were too busy checking out your newly purchased piece to notice Michael entering your home and coming up the stairs. The only indication you got that he was inside was the loud thunk of his knife hitting the floor, and by then it was too late to hide what you bought.

"M-Michael! I didn't expect you to be home by now!" You stuttered, trying to quickly cover your exposure with what little pride you had left.

You noticed the way his hands shook, clenching and unclenching constantly, and how his body was tight as his muscles contracted. His breathing was heavy and rapid against the mask he wore, it loud and obvious while he continued to stare at your quivering form.

"M.. Michael-"

He took a loud step towards you, causing a flinch to ripple through your body, and take your own step back. Noticing your movement, Michael took no time to get over to you (it almost being instantaneous with how quick he was), not giving you the possible opportunity to escape. You let out a noise of surprise when his rough hands grabbed your arms, soon nabbing his sleeves and keeping a tight hold on his forearms to steady yourself. Gazing up into the holes of Michael's mask, you felt your breathing get caught in your throat when you saw his eyes - his pupils were constricted and irises smaller than normal, his attention scanning your body with fast glances over every part of your exposed figure.

After building up the courage, you asked with a shaky breath, "Michael, are you okay?"

He gave no response to your concern before suddenly lifting you off your feet and shoving yourselves onto the bed, leading to events that would land you in your present spot; his fingers fucking in and out of you roughly while being choked by his hand.

You couldn't help the pathetic moans that rawed your throat with each passing second of his hand rutting into your soaked sex. The crotchless panties that came with the lingerie you bought gave Michael the luxury of struggle-free entrance, and an easy view of your quivering pussy that fluttered perfectly around his fingers. You felt your climax begin to form from the lewdness of it all, a knot tightening in your abdomen and causing panic.

"Michael, no, please- ah- don't make me cum! Don't make me cum in this!" You cried out, your voice pitching up on your final word.

You shouldn't have told Michael Myers exactly what he was wanting to hear, because now, his fingers pulled away from your gapping hole in one swift motion and made sloppy circles around your hardened clit, earning a loud sob-filled moan from your trembling lips. You repeated 'no' over and over again as your orgasm grew near, bucking your hips in an attempt to deter your lover from forcing you to cum on his hand. With this bratty behavior, the grip on your neck tightened, warning you to accept your fate as you threw back your head in coerced bliss.

“Cumming.. Cumming-!”

You let out a borderline scream as your orgasm ripped through your system with such force, your vision clouded in white as your eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy. You couldn’t formulate a single thought, Michael worsening your situation with slow circles rubbing around your sensitive pearl. The grip on your neck was as tight as ever, a bruise surely to be left there before the next morning. You didn’t care. Hell, you couldn’t even care about anything. All that was on your mind in this moment was euphoria, wanting to chase that high over and over again from Michael’s efforts. As you began to regain your senses, your mate slowly pulled his hand away from your slick and split his fingers, showing you the stringy mess you left behind on them. He scissored the two digits slowly, admiring your spilled excitement despite your embarrassing gaze on them, before bringing them under his mask and licking them clean. You were completely hot in the face, and tears began to slip into the corners of your eyes from the pleasure and absolute embarrassment of what Michael was doing to you. As if sensing your state, his eyes snapped down to your body after pulling his fingers out of his mask, wanting to see the mess he made of his little girl. When he saw the shining tears cascade down your cheek, a fire was set off in his chest, and he was quick with his next moves despite wanting to savor your vulnerability. With the hand that was still gripped around your neck, Michael firmly pushed his thumb on your jawline to turn your head back towards him, it being a harsh turn and causing a whine to erupt from you. He gave your neck a tight squeeze at the noise, silencing your feeble complaint and signaling for you to look at him. Not wanting to worsen the state of your neck, you complied and let your eyes gaze up into the dark holes of Michael’s mask.

When your head turned and revealed your innocently lewd face, Michael’s breathing roughed up even more in almost an animalistic way. It surprised you, but if you saw what he saw, you’d understand the circumstance. With a sense of instinct, Michael moved his hand up from your neck and to your cheeks, squeezing them together and forcing your mouth open. You let out a short lived noise of discomfort before it was drowned out by Michael’s saliva coated fingers being shoved down your mouth. You shot your eyes straight into his in a confused daze, but the silent look he gave you told you everything as he forced you to suck on his digits; Taste me.

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A mixture of moaning, harsh panting, and the slapping of skin rang throughout your bedroom as Michael went down on your body. Your hands gripped onto his now open jumpsuit while his own were planted on either side of your head, your lower half folded up and shoved into a mating press. He planted your thighs on either side of his hips, your toes curled and pointed straight to the ceiling from how arched his body was to reach deep into your cervix with every rough thrust.

You couldn't help but look down to the junction of your thighs, watching Michael's thick length stretch your clenching hole as it went in and out, in and out. You moaned pleasurably as you watched his v-line slap against your skin, and his well built frame rub up against your clit with every deep thrust in. Michael let out strands of grunts before he slid his hand from the bed to the submental space between your chin and neck to jerk your face back up to his gaze. You gave out a whine of need as you stared into his mask while his hand dragged away from your neck and tangled into your scalp.

Giving a harsh tug, he jerked your body up into his in an arch, and forced his cock straight up against your womb. Your eyes crossed and fluttered shut, a high cracked moan ripping through your lips and earning a pleased smirk from behind Michael's mask.

You couldn't help how your eyes came from the back of your head before returning half-lidded to Michael, tears constantly running down your reddened cheeks. From how you looked at him, he could almost swear he saw little hearts in your eyes despite the carnal fucking he was giving you, and an involuntary growl rumbled from his throat that made the nonexistent hearts grow.

You looked so innocent. So prey like. Manipulated into liking a killers cock. Anything he'd give to see your fearful expression as he preyed on you in the forests of Haddonfield, becoming the full predator he was as he hunted you down just to manhandle you in the dirt. Shoving you into doggy and digging your head into the ground, ravaging your insides as the blood of his kill dripped down his chest and onto the base of his dick. He wanted- no, needed to claim you just as two animals would; fucking in heat from the need to own and breed their mate.

In several jarring motions, Michael had your face smashed into the pillows and your ass up in the air as he continued his barbarous pace. With each thrust, you let out choppy, raspy cries. Suddenly, your eyes widened when the tip of his thick cock jerked up into a soft spot of your inner walls, a high pitched squeal ringing out through your lips. Michael paused his onslaught, gazing down at your shaking figure with the tilt of his head. Before you could let out a sigh of relief from the moment of rest, Michael gave a hard thrust into your cunt back against that sweet spot that made you give another squeal.

It was music to his ears, music he wanted to keep playing as he continued to abuse that spot with feral thrusts into your weeping pussy. Wanting to peek behind you at the mess he was making against your rear, you lifted yourself up just barely with your arms that were tucked under you, and let yourself get a quick look at Michael's hips slapping against your reddening ass. Just when you were about to look up at Michael, a hand slammed your upper body back down into the bed, and another found its way into your hair with a vice like grip.

Michael took a moment to readjust himself on his knees before slamming away at your quivering pussy, basking in the tight grip you had on him as if wanting to milk him for all his worth. Slowly, he leaned forward onto your back, the latex of his mask rubbing against your cheek and his harsh breathing rang loud in your ear.

"Bunny." Michael growled, his voice raspy and low in a deliciously reverbing state.

Your cunt gripped his length tightly at the pet name, an embarrassed whimper escaping you from his words. He let out a grunt at the vice clench you held on him, his thrusting quickening to power through your delectably dense grip.

"M-Master! Master!”

His hips stilled against you, leaving you confused at his sudden pause as your pleasure washed away. Michael’s grip on your hair left along with his weight on your back. With a loud whine, his cock pulled out of you and left your hole gapped, twitching around nothing but air as the bed rose when he got off. You were dumbfounded by his actions, yet too fucked out to move out of the position you were set in as he walked to your shared dresser and began to rummage through his belongings. Finally taking a moment to breathe, you buried your head into the cool pillows and let your sweaty body shudder as your muscles relaxed. You heard a clinking noise before the shut of the dresser, footsteps quietly coming back over to the bed and dipping it as your serial killer came back behind you.

You let out a cry of pain as Michael grabbed you by the hair and pulled you up onto your knees and flush against his chest. The same hand quickly went from your tangled locks and down to your arms, grabbing them both into a firm grip behind your back and pinning you there. When you were about to question him, a leather collar strapped around your neck in a tight clasp, and you were shoved back down onto the bed as he let you go.

You couldn't formulate a word before Michael tugged you upwards, your hands instinctively going to hold you up. The chain leash attached to the collar you had no clue he obtained, wrapped around his hand snuggly before he pulled you up even more so your lower back was up against his hips.

In one fluid motion, Michael spread your legs with his own and shoved his cock back into your slit, the quickness of his actions causing a yelp from you. With an animalistic growl, he plowed straight into your sex like a jack rabbit, your broken moans and gasps matching with his raspy groans and pants. His thrusts slowed, yet kept their power as he leant down to your ear once more, his voice threatening as he snarled.

"I'm going to breed you," He accentuated his words with harsh, feral pounding of his hips, "Whether you like it. Or. Not."

You let out a defeated whimper as your hands gripped onto the collar that choked you stupid. He's going to empty out into me.. I'm not on the pill! You thought, but something in you snapped, and your pussy began to leak out like it was crying as an orgasm was placed right on the tip of your tongue. Was Michael breeding you with his semen actually making you cum? My, what a dirty slut you were for even thinking such a thing. Your most carnal, animalistic instincts were taking over to the point where you were left to feel your most basic role as an animal. Mate, breed, repeat.

At the very thought, everything snapped and you let out a high moan of pleasure as your thighs quivered with the slap of release. It had you feeling fire as your body released its love juices all over your thighs and Michael's abdomen, yet he kept pulling you back on his dick with that pet collar you were forced to wear and choke on.

Your body quivered and convulsed despite Michael continuing to ravage your prey body, chasing his own bliss as he gripped the leash, knuckles white. He grit his teeth as his cock twitched, and felt his balls prepare to shoot rope after rope of his baby batter straight into your breedable cunt.

Suddenly, he let out a snarl as his hips snapped up into yours, giving you everything he promised. Load after load was crammed into your womb, his boiling hot semen marking your insides while he slammed up into your pussy a few more times to push his cum straight into your womb. You sputtered out a gasp, practically begging for more of his thick milk despite him still emptying out in your tight, hot pussy milker.

When he finished, the tight grip on your leash and hip still present, you allowed your body to hang against the hold he still had. His cum began to leak out from around his cock and dribble down your fucked out thighs. Thinking he finally had his fill on screwing you dumb, you tried pulling yourself back down onto the bed to give your body the sweet release of rest. Feeling your movement, Michael tugged you back up against him and gave a harsh thrust, a gasp of overstimulation coming from your drooling lips.

Bringing your ear up to his mask, he allowed his hot breath to leak from his latex covering and onto your skin, violently giving you one final thrust as he lowly growled, "Stay."

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#michael myers #michaelmyers #smut #halloween #slasher #slashers #killer #michael myers x reader #michael myers x you #slasher x you #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #drabble #one shot #myers x you #myers x reader #horror films #horror movies #created by rabbittwist

[rabbittwist]

Sweet Sugar - Pt. 3

SugarDaddy!Albert Wesker X SugarBaby!Reader Sweet Sugar - Pt. 1 Sweet Sugar - Pt. 2

Summary: Strictly sauce with a little extra at the end because I wanted somewhat of an ending.

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Word Count: 5k

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MASTERLIST | Resident Evil List | Albert Wesker

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WARNING: [choking kink, marking kink, slight praise kink, domination kink, hand kink, masturbation, edging, tooth puncture, feral sex, mating press, long drabble]

High recommendation to play during the reading. > Now playing: Streets (Slowed) by Doja Cat - 0:00/4:19

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"Will I only get seven minutes?" You teased as you watched Albert's eyes glaze you over.

He gave a proud smirk at your use of his phrase as he pulled his suspenders down his arms and let them hang, "My dear, you are worth more than a measly seven minutes."

Wesker's teeth slowly began to undress one of his hands, revealing the veins that trailed down to his knuckles and around each finger. His eye contact remained as he loosened his tie with his other hand, it being discarded onto the bed and left for a later usage before removing the pairing black glove and dropping it behind him.

With a come-hither motion, Albert slowly got off the bed and stood tall at the edge, "Come here, dearheart."

Sitting up and pushing yourself off the bed, you stood in front of Wesker with your hands up on his chest and your eyes down on the floor behind him. Embarrassment coursed through your veins as his fingers slowly, seductively came up your hips and trailed to the small of your back, his voice meeting your ear as he whispered, "Come closer.." while pulling you flush against his toned chest.

You couldn't help the shiver that rolled down your spine as his hands caressed up your back and to the pretty bow that tied your dress to your body. You began to subtly tremble and press up more against Wesker's figure as you felt your bow start to come apart from his steady fingers, a soft whine passing through your lips.

"Ah ah ah, no need to be whiney, sweetness.. You'll get what you deserve, you just need to be patient just as I have been."

The ribbon came undone, matching your weakening sanity as the man in front of you seduced your mind to mush, and your core to overwhelming heat and slick. It worsened as he began to pull the corset apart strip by strip through the holes, and loosened the dress from your shaking body.

Albert sucked distinctly on his tongue before cooing softly, tauntingly above your head, "You're shaking, my little lamb. Is my touch truly making you this impatient?"

"Please, Wesker," He slowly pulled down the straps of your dress with his finger, your voice trembling as you plead, "I need it.."

"Oh, my sweet little lamb chop.. You're lucky my own patience is running thin."

You gasped as your dress fell to your feet, crumpling into a blush pink pile. You snapped your eyes up to meet Wesker's gaze, only to be met with hungry eyes that ravaged your exposed being. You were braless and wore cream stockings that were hiked up over your mid-thigh that matched with lacy pink and white panties. When his eyes finally made their way down to your breasts, you couldn't help but press up tighter to Albert in an attempt to hide.

This didn't please him, finding that out soon when he carefully grabbed the back of your neck and pulled your upper body away from his own. Your breasts perked out into his view, a pleased look adorning his face that soon contorted into want when his eyes saw your nipples perking out against his chest.

"Your body is so excited, my dear. You must be craving for something to fill that aching hole, hm?"

You began to rub your thighs together to try and cause some friction against your quivering sex, but Wesker stopped your actions with a harsh grip on your outer thigh.

With a firm voice, he backed you up against the edge of the bed and sat you down, his hold on your neck and thigh still present, "I will be the only thing you earn pleasure from. If you try and stimulate yourself, I won’t give you what your quivering cunt is craving. Is that understood?”

You stared wide-eyed at Albert from his sudden dominance, finding humility in what he said. But you sorta.. liked it. It made your body heat in such a lovely way, and made the trembling in your legs feel pleasurably tolerable. You were brought back to earth when the grip on your neck tightened, igniting a small flame in your chest.

“I said, is that understood?”

You finally found your voice and piped up, “Y-yes, Wesker.”

He gave you a dark grin, “Good little lamb. So obedient for me.”

He released the hold he had on your thigh and neck, returning his hands onto his body and stripping clean from his dress shirt. You ogled at his form, his firm chest and rigged abs heating your face and earning a satisfied look. But what caused your pussy to tingle and clench, was the blonde happy trail that ran down below his belt and dress pants, and left all to your imagination. Despite the arousal that continued to grow, your eyes found themselves back on Albert's arms, and taking in their erotic appearance. Those fucking muscles and veins.. God, what the hell is he made out of? You ran back over to his hands, a chuckle soon echoing around the room and causing you to snap your attention back into his amber eyes.

His amused smirk remained once he quieted down, flexing his hands out in front of him and turning his arms, "Is something catching your eye?"

You couldn't stop the shy smile that found its way on your lips, "Maybe.. I just can't help it, your arms look so.. god-like."

Albert gazed down at his splitting veins and muscled hands, letting your words sink in. God-like.. With a sudden idea, he relaxed his arms and leaned back down into you, resting his hands on either side of you and forcing you back just slightly.

You eyed his deviously soft grin with a curious quirked brow, "Darling, do you trust me?"

You gave him a small nod against the unsure feeling in your mind, "Of course, Albert."

"Then," Wesker grazed his fingertips against your pulse, it quickening from his touch, "would you like to feel my hands against your flesh on a much more.. intimate level?"

You felt your warm honey begin to leak through your panties, another nod coming from your head with a quick beating heart, "Yes.."

Albert paused his advances, giving you a firm look, "Yes, what?"

"Yes please, Wesker."

He smirked at your response, his eyes trailing down to your neck as his body pushed yours back onto the bed and laid next to you, "Good little dearheart."

Before you could make a noise, Wesker's hand came from behind your head and wrapped around your neck in a snug grip, his fingers pressing against your pulse. You felt your pupils dilate and your body shock through with arousal, your back slightly arching against the bed and your eyes becoming unevenly lidded. Your lips contorted into a small o-shape as you felt Albert's other hand slowly touch you from your collarbone, and down to your plumping breasts. His fingers just barely grazed your mounds as he continued his path down the middle of your chest and towards your stomach, your eyes now watching his every teasing move. When he paid no mind to your tightening nipples, you let out a soft whine and gave him wishful eyes.

Wesker snapped towards you with a sharp look, stopping his pursuit, much to your dismay, "What did I say about whining?"

You nuzzled into his neck despite the hold he had around your throat, giving him a submissive nuzzle, "I'm sorry, Albert.. Please keep going.."

"If you whine one more time, you won't get to cum tonight. Do you understand?"

You closed your eyes as you pathetically began to apologize, "I understand! I'm sorry, Wesker, I'm really sorry! Just please, please touch me-"

You gasped out and felt your body twitch when his fingers harshly pressed against your clit through your panties, a silent gushing sound coming from your soaked clothing. You curled your toes and threw your head back as Wesker made hard circles around your stiff bud, strangled sighs and moans coming from your throat.

Albert was having his own inner battle watching your body convulse and shake from his fingers' assault, his need to fuck you overwhelming his senses. As much as he wanted his instincts to take over, he wanted to prep you before you took him rough and raw, knowing you had a long night ahead and would be thankful for his teasing. The grip he had on your neck tightened when you let out a squeal, his fingers grazing a sensitive area on your covered clit, and forcing Wesker to find it again in desperation to hear your sweet cry. Upon finding it, he abused that one spot more so than the rest, earning quiet whimpers and shaky sighs from your trembling lips.

Fairly quickly, a knot began to form in your lower abdomen, and a boiling hot sensation seeping around your womb. Tears started to pool into your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure of Albert's fingers attacking your clit, and it almost made you upset that it wasn't from straight contact. But when you were about to break, your hips bucked up and a loud cry escaped from you, your thighs spreading apart and your toes curling even tighter.

"Cumming.. Cumming!"

You felt yourself gasp and your eyes roll back just when your knot was on the brink of snapping. But that wonderful bliss that would wash over you never came, and instead an empty, disappointed feeling flooded your senses when Wesker quickly removed his fingers away from your pulsing bud.

You came back to yourself and quickly looked up at Albert, your tears streaming down your red cheeks and a begging glint sparking in your eyes.

"Wesker- Wesker, you said I could cum!" You cried to him, your trembling legs beginning to ache from the constant twitching of your weeping pussy.

Albert laughed at your desperate wails, "I did not say you could cum, my darling."

Calming his amusement, he brought his lips up to your cheek and licked away your tears as a sign of animalistic comfort, "Besides, I think you would prefer cumming on my cock instead, would you not?"

You closed your eye as his tongue traced your tear trail up to your dewy lashes, cleaning up your frustration with his kitten-like love licks. Before you could respond, Albert let go of your neck and pulled himself on top of you, his golden hair falling more so in front of his eyes that held a deep lust for your body. Slowly, he sat back onto his heels and began to unbuckle his belt, pulling the zipper of his pants down over his tight bulge. Wesker placed the leather belt somewhere on the bed and unbuttoned himself, his black boxers becoming visible and looking very uncomfortable against his hardened length.

Watching your eyes eat up the image of his arousal, he teasingly messed with the strap of his boxers and allowed it to snap back against his V-line. As you continued to gaze at his bulge, Albert's eyes came down to your plush thighs that sunk against the hold of your cream stockings.

Licking his upper lip, he rubbed his excitement with edging kneads, grunting quietly from the slight release of tension, "Your thighs look absolutely delicious in those stockings, my darling. I'm glad I bought them for you when they caught your eye."

"What do you say to me for buying them all for you?"

With a silent pant for air, you dazed off at the happy trail that was only a fabric piece away from being fully revealed to you, "Thank you, Albert.."

"Good girl. For that, I think you deserve a reward, wouldn't you agree, my little lamb?"

With that, Wesker fully pulled his boxers down and allowed his thick cock to spring out of its confinement. Your mouth began to salivate at the sight of his girthy length, the slit on his tip leaking pearls of his white milk and onto the black sheets below. He smirked at your hypnotized look on his dick, a hand coming up to his dripping top and swiping the precum away with his thumb. Giving it a few teasing strokes, Albert brought his other hand up and through his hair, looking straight up at the ceiling as he brought it back down, and savoring the pleasurable touches he gave himself. You stared all over his exposed form, relishing in how tight his muscles contracted, and how his veins gripped around them snuggly to give his skin a titillating look.

Stopping his stroking, Wesker pulled away from his pulsing cock and brought his thumb up to your lips, "Open wide."

You complied, his finger entering your warm mouth and resting on your tongue, the saltiness of his precum spreading across your taste buds. Wesker felt your wet muscle lick up his arousal and savor the flavor while sucking on his thumb. He let out a guttural growl from the bottom of his throat before pulling his appendage out and over your face, letting you see the saliva that strung up and dripped from his digit.

Tantalizingly, Albert grazed his hand down your body, bringing the other up to your hip before both hands were now at your panty line. He looked up at you, silently asking if it was okay to continue, to which you gave him a small nod and allowed him to do as he pleased. The blonde only looked down to your drenched clothing before slowly pulling the hem of your panties down and over your thighs, strings of your juices connecting to your underwear. Another feral growl left his throat at the sight of your heat, wanting to so badly tear your panties away, but continuing the slow pace to keep from startling you.

With a pleased look, he gazed up at you, "You're soaking, dearheart.. So, it appears that you won't need these anymore."

He threw your underwear behind him into the pile of clothes that laid on the floor, sighing contently at your fully naked body that looked oh-so ready for his sex.

Looking back up at your eyes, he prowled onto your frame and placed his hands on either side of your head, "Are you ready for me, darling?"

You allowed your legs to rest on his thighs, relaxing your muscles as you brought your hands under his and held them. You kept your eyes on his as you brought one of his knuckles up to your lips and gave them a small kiss, laying them back down and smiling at his lust filled eyes.

"I'm ready for you, Albert."

Taking a hand away from yours and gripping the other, Albert took his hardened dick and rubbed it against your sensitive clit before running it down to your slit. He almost thrusted into your opening from how good you felt against him, his composure crumbling as he let out a gruff grunt through his gritted teeth.

Slowly, Wesker pushed the tip of his sex into your clenching pussy, a small gasp escaping you, and your grip on his hand tightening. You shut your eyes closed as he pushed his way inside of you, a low strained grunt coming from his throat and a painful whine passing through yours. He was bigger than you anticipated, stretching your leaking walls to the point where you thought you'd break as every inch made its way inside of you. Your toes began to curl again as the base of his cock widened your cunt when he thrust all the way in, a small cry gasping from your chest.

Albert gave you a moment to adjust to his size once he was finally inside, bringing his hand back to yours and holding it. You could feel every twitching vein and curve on his cock, arching your back just barely when you felt his whole length pulse through you. The stinging pain burned, yet despite the discomfort, you found pleasure in it, and felt full from him filling up your needy hole. Wesker, on the other hand, was struggling to keep from hammering into you with every ounce of sanity he had left. You felt so good, so perfect for his cock. It was maddening how divine your mushy insides were able to grip his dick against his size.

With a tight jaw, Wesker spoke to you, "Are you okay, (Y/n)?"

Fuck, how your name fell from his lips desperately. He was trying to be gentle with you despite his raging hormones, and it worsened as your eyes finally opened to look up into his dilated pupils. With furrowed brows, you adjusted your hips, earning a quiet, thick groan, and a tightening hold on your hands.

Seeing how he could barely hold back, you calmed your body and gave Albert a loving expression, "I'm okay, darling. You can go ahead.."

Without hesitation, Wesker pulled his dick out until the tip was stressing against your opening, watching your expression contort into bliss before snapping his hips into yours and earning a short airy moan from your lips.

Albert spoke strained through his teeth, punctuating his word with another thrust, "A.. ddictive."

From there, it became a series of slow thrusts into your quivering cunt, your legs bouncing against his thighs with every push forward. You began to pant and make soft pleasured moans that filled the room with the slapping of skin on cloth. Your hot slick spilled all over Wesker's cock and leaked onto his abs and thighs, his thrusting becoming more fluent with the help of your juices.

Soon, his thrusting became more primal, more harsh as his volume increased with every sharp thrust inside. Albert fucked you on the brink of being relentless, his pent up desire taking over now that he had you right where he wanted you. Releasing his hands from yours, he brought them down to your hips and held them with a deathly grip, his nails engraving themselves into your skin to the point of puncture. With nothing to hold onto from him, you wrapped your arms around his neck and crossed your legs over his waist, giving his dick more access to fuck deeper into your pussy.

You were a mess at this point; tears running, drool dripping, moans increasing. You felt your mind begin to go foggy with how hard he was screwing you, and the last thought you were able to hold just before your mind went numb vanished with the harsh snap of Wesker's hips.

The obscene squelching and skin-on-cloth noises coming from his actions only aided to the heat of the moment, amping up the arousal even more - not mentioning his grunting and panting, and your loud moans and whines. Your hands gripped Albert's shoulders tightly, digging your face into the nape of his throat and biting down onto his flesh to keep from being too loud. He let out a feral growl from your absent-minded action, feeling your small canines pierce into his skin and draw blood.

You began to lap up his red nectar like it was water, tasting his iron sweetness spread all over your tongue. Once the bitemark was cleaned from any blood, you started leaving hickeys all over his untainted neck and chest. Think of it as payback for all those times he's marked you.

He allowed you to bruise his skin with your sucking and kissing, waiting till you pulled back to quickly attack your own neck before you could examine your work. What he left all over you was worse than what he's done, or what you just did to him, his hickeys becoming purpled already from how hard he sucked on your skin. Wesker soon went back down on your collarbone, penetrating it with his sharpened teeth over and over as punishment for biting him. When he finally finished his attack, Albert stared down at your abused body and harshened his pace.

"You're mine. You will never leave this house without my marks all over your body, my little lamb."

Your hazy eyes drifted up to his hardened ambers, your voice low and filled with lustful affection as you responded, "Yes, hubby~."

Albert's hips came to a sudden stop, his chest heaving up and down from his soft panting as he looked at you with widened eyes. Your senses began to return from how long he paused, a sudden feeling of dread filling your chest as you gazed into his eyes. Did he not like what you called him?

When you were about to apologize, Wesker grabbed the bottom of your thighs, and forced you into the mating press, earning a squeal of surprise. He took a swift moment to adjust himself on his knees before plunging his dick in and out of you, not bothering to start slow. Your hands fell from his shoulders and went down to his chest, your nails scratching down his skin and leaving red streaks behind.

"My- my wife. My little wife." He muttered while pushing your hips further into the mating press.

You swore after what he murmured that hearts began to flood into your eyes. Your body grew hotter, and your pussy clenched down on his cock with a vice-like grip, causing him to practically purr out, "My little cock hungry wife."

Whining, you looked up prettily through your lashes at Albert, just barely from the bottom of your eyes seeing his hips hammering into your cock-filled hole. He quirked a brow at your pleased smile and thrusted harder, your eyes quickly crossing up and your head throwing back into the pillow. Albert smirked at your fucked-out state before bringing a hand up to your jaw and making you look at him. As soon as your foggy eyes landed on him, his lips crashed down on yours with a heated, sloppy kiss. He swallowed your heightening moans just as you swallowed his predatory growls.

Wesker's thrusting remained feral throughout fucking you stupid, achieving such when you finally couldn't find the will in you to speak. The knot in your womb had returned much stronger than before and caused your sex to throb, sucking on his dick like a pocket pussy would. When you knew you were on the brink of snapping, you shot your eyes up to Albert and began to plead like you were begging for your life.

"Wesker, can I cum? Oh, please can I cum? Please, please?"

He couldn't help the grin that formed on his lips as your voiced cracked from pleasure, rolling back his head with a gruff purr rumbling through his throat.

"Of course, lamb chop. You've been so good to me, how could I say no to my little wife? Cum. Come on- cum all over this dick like how you deserve."

From his words, the knot snapped and you saw white. Boiling heat washed all across your abdomen, and your nipples hardened from your orgasm while your back arched far off the bed and into his chest. Your eyes crossed up to the back of your head and fluttered shut once the heat pooled out of you and onto Wesker's cock just as he demanded.

Albert's dick began to twitch desperately against your flexing insides, his own end drawing near as his skin glistened with shear sweat from the city lights.

His voice strained against his clenching teeth as he bared them, eyes closing and brows furrowing, "Cumming- fuck- cumming."

In one quick movement, Wesker pulled straight out of your gapping hole and shot rope after rope of his semen all over your stomach, exerting a broken growl from his released euphoria. He kept his unrelenting grip on your thighs as his cock began to rest against your used cunt, showing off his damp happy trail and thighs from your honey. You stared at the mess you made on Albert despite the embarrassment you would normally feel, your mind still hazy from the action of being fucked dumb.

"Dearheart," Wesker breathed, earning your lazy attention, "you were utterly perfect."

You let out a shaky sigh, your eyes dropping down to the milk he spurt all over your tummy. Still having his eyes on you, he watched as you dipped your two fingers into his cum and ran them down to your clit, rubbing it into your bud to commit this moment to memory. You thought he was done when you pulled your fingers away and looked up to his focused eyes, but were met with quite the opposite when you felt his dick harden against your abused pussy.

Albert's hair was messier than before, it bouncing as he let out a husky chuckle and gazed back into your eyes with devilish intent, "Your body is mine now, my dear (Y/n), and I intend to quench my desires before the morning dawns. Get ready, little lamb, because I truly meant it when I said you won't be sleeping tonight."

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EXTRA!

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You limped your way over to Wesker's office, using the walls to help you stay upright on your journey. You were littered with love bites and hickeys, the rest hidden from the white dress shirt you borrowed from the floor that folded over your hands and rested on your mid-thigh. Your stockings were long discarded, your feet tapping against the cold floor before you came to a stop in front of the office.

You gave the door a soft knock, earning a muffled, "Come in." You opened the door upon his approval, his gaze never leaving the newspaper he held as you closed the door behind you and made your slow way to his desk.

When Albert perked his head up, you couldn't help the smile that played onto your face as you noticed his still messy hair from the night before. Calmly, he placed his papers down and strode over to you, placing your arms around his neck before picking you up and taking you back to his desk. A small giggle left through your lips, which earned you a quirked look from his honey eyes while he took a seat on his plush leather chair. Turning you towards the counter, Wesker placed his chin on your shoulder as you examined the tray of food placed in front of you, coffee the most prominent smell that invaded your nose.

Pulling away from his resting spot, Albert took a strand of your hair and kissed it gently, talking in a raspy morning voice, "Good morning, dearheart. I hope your rest was adequate."

He pushed over the coffee to you, offering it before you took it from his grasp and held it with two hands, "It was exceptional considering I didn't sleep much."

Wesker nodded at your answer, letting your hair fall from his hand and grabbing his own coffee cup, "I wonder why that is."

He took a sip of his caffeine while leaning back into his seat, his arm placed atop the armrest as you turned back to him with a smirk, "Oh yes, I wonder why that is, as well."

You both sat in comfortable silence as you ate the breakfast plate in front of you, Albert still reading the newspaper despite your seating on his lap. Finishing the set food, you placed your cup of coffee back down and let out a sigh of content before it got caught in your throat from the hand that was now placed on your thigh.

Suddenly, a knock was heard from the door, which drew in both you and Wesker's attention. Quickly pushing back his hair, Albert called for them to come in while placing his papers down and shifting his hands onto your hips.

Lester opened the door and peeked into the office, looking at you before his boss, "I'm sorry to interupt, sir, but Mr. Bernard Arnault is calling again."

Albert let out a gruff sigh, bringing a hand up to his temples and massaging the stressed pressure point, "Tell him that I will call back in ten minutes."

"Yes, Mr. Wesker." Lester turned to you with acknowledgment, "Miss (L/n)."

The assistant left the room, softly closing the door behind his dismissal. You turned back towards Albert with a questioning look before saying, "You don't have to put him on hold for me, you know."

Wesker turned towards you, his arms returning to the armrests of his chair, "I understand that, but I need to make sure my wife is stable enough before I go off to my duties."

You felt your cheeks flush with red, but still held your confidence as you responded, "That depends on if my husband is okay with sitting here for ten minutes."

Albert gave a soft scoff at your comment before shaking his head, "You're very lucky I tolerate you."

You teased him with your tongue sticking out, "I'm your little wife, of course you tolerate me."

With a curt nod, you continued, "You're also very lucky you can't knock the brat out of me, because then your life would be no fun."

Wesker quirked his brow up at your statement, soon leaning down into your ear and warning you with a dangerously low voice, "Don't start something you won't be able to finish, dearheart."

"Oh, but I can, Wesker."

Albert tutted at your brattiness, soon running a hand up your body and to your neck before giving it a light squeeze, "You will be begging for mercy under my desk if you don't knock this sudden brattiness off, little lamb chop."

You turned your head towards Wesker, meeting his predatory eyes with a confident smirk, "Make me."

With his own knowing smirk, the grip on your neck tightened and forced a small whimper out of you, his eyes never leaving your now faltering orbs.

"Seven minutes, and that's all I can spare to play with you."

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Sweet Sugar

SugarDaddy!Albert Wesker X SugarBaby!Reader Sweet Sugar - Pt. 2 Sweet Sugar - Pt. 3

Summary: You, by some stroke of luck, managed to catch the infamous Albert Wesker as your sugar daddy on a common sugar app. Now, in exchange for his financial assistance and rewards, you attend lavish, high-company hosted events to play as his eye candy, and answer every beckoning call for whatever the case may be. At this point in your story, you were acting just as you were instructed to at a high class party a partnering company had thrown in commemoration of the successful partnership. One thing led to another, and you found yourself in the middle of hot gossip. How? Why don't you find out yourself..

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Word Count: 4.4k

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MASTERLIST | Resident Evil List | Albert Wesker

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WARNING: [mild NSFW insinuation, biting, tooth puncture, slight blood, long drabble]

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Your arm was intertwined with Albert's as you both walked through the elevator doors and into the large, crowded ballroom. Many guests turned towards your entrance with the rich billionaire, interest sparking about him before their attentions landed on you with glints of curiosity, and some envy. Upon the usual invitation from Wesker, you were brought to play as his eye candy for another luxurious event held by one of the many high class companies of the world. Instead of it being the common show-of-wealth party, it was a celebratory event for the successful partnership between Umbrella, and Louis Vuitton.

Louis Vuitton was the last company you expected to partner with a military-esk empire such as Umbrella, but from Albert's explanation, his company only partnered with the luxury brand because of financial gain. They needed more funding for their researching teams, and seeing as Umbrella already had their name under almost every item of purchase to exist, what's one opulence label going to change? Well, besides money.

"Mr. Wesker! So good of you to finally make your appearance."

You gazed up at a well dressed brunette, his hair split down the middle to touch his ears and brows. He looked to be in his early 20s, his blue eyes not looking aged in the slightest as they met with yours before meeting with Albert's. He strode towards you with intent, stopping outside of the acquaintance bubble while sticking out his hand for your partner to shake.

Albert took his offer and shook with a simple acknowledgement, "Mr. Tyler."

The representative turned his attention towards you, his smile ever present as he also gave you his hand, "Miss, thank you for coming as well."

You gave him a simple smile, your eyes darting to the side at Wesker as you placed your free hand on his forearm, hesitantly. He gave a short nod at your asking gaze, allowing you to shake the stranger's hand that was offered.

Your smile remained while you gave Mr. Tyler your palm, intending to shake his hand politely as you spoke, "Of course. I wouldn't miss an occasion as special as this."

You took your hand back when the shake was done and placed it back on Albert's arm, Tyler nodding at your response before addressing back to his new company partner, "If it's alright with you, I'd like to speak in private before you go mingle amongst the guests."

This caught Wesker's interest, his brow quirking up at the proposal, "What may be the topic of conversation to pull me away from my spouse?"

You felt your cheeks heat at the mention of being called his spouse, yet remained as calm faced as you could while he gained an answer, "It is talk of funding and payment. We have something important to mention as well that could be added to the contract."

You looked up at Albert, his gloved fingers combing through his groomed locks in a moment of thought. Would you be okay if he left you alone for a few minutes? This partnership wasn't that much of an asset, but the funds Umbrella would gain overnight would help progress his research greatly. But what would happen in that small fraction of time away from you? Surely nothing, and Albert was overthinking things as per usual, but the doe eyed look you gave him was calling to his instincts to stay by your side- .. What was he thinking? He doesn't need to worry about leaving you for a little while, you're not something that should be of top priority right now - his research was far greater than anything you could comprehend, so why was he worried about a measly little girl? This money was a necessity to take bigger steps forward with his projects, and he’ll be damned if he were to damage this relationship over his sugar baby, of all things. Yet, that feeling in his chest at the thought of leaving you..

Wesker allowed his arm to rest by his side once more, his voice hardening noticeably by both you and Tyler, "Why wasn't any of this mentioned during the signing of our contract?"

Something pooled inside of you when you heard his voice harden, the command for an answer over something overlooked sparking warmth in your stomach. You looked over at Mr. Tyler and caught his eyes glimmering with apprehension, looking to find words to actually give an answer while he lightly licked his upper lip.

When he had remembered, after being caught off guard, the brunette gave a professional smile, “Our sponsors wished to pitch in after hearing of our partnership. So, another calculation must be made of how much currency Umbrella will receive.”

“Why must this be done in my presence?” Albert continued to question.

Tyler still struck back, “It is a matter of legal witness by both you and a present lawyer.”

You felt the muscles you were intertwined with tense, your eyes gazing at Albert’s now tight fist as his bicep and forearm contracted under your touch. You remained quiet and continued to listen on their conversation, “And what about the other matter?”

“That is not something I have knowledge of, “ Mr. Tyler sighed while crossing his arms, “Two of the sponsors were adamant on talking to you alone about the subject.”

Albert clenched his jaw, taking in a deep breath of tense air; it was the mental struggle of leaving you that was affecting him so bad in the head. On a normal basis, he would just excuse himself from his partner and go about business, but with you, it was like a battle within himself to stay by your side. He didn’t understand. Why were you so different? He just wanted to handle his partnership like usual, but instead, he was throwing a whole questionnaire the kid’s way in an attempt to stay with you if it wasn’t all that important.

As if sensing the inner conflict in Wesker, you slid a hand down his arm and to his fist, rubbing a careful thumb against the gloved appendage in a comforting manner. He noticed this gesture and looked down at you with a sideways glance, his head soon turning fully to you when he saw you were about to say something to him.

You gave him a warm look as you spoke, your eyes looking impossibly more doe-like, “It’s alright, you can go with Mr. Tyler for the contract details. I’ll be just fine by the bar..”

Albert took a moment to bask in your words, before a harsh look adorned his features as he looked back at the other male. He hid his conflicting frustration very well, the outside showing no bother as years of serving his country and past captain work with S.T.A.R.S. trained his body into molding masks at the drop of a pin. All Daniel Tyler could see was a calm, intimidating Albert Wesker silently communicating with his beloved. That calm appearance was dropped, however, when the man himself gave him the harsh look he now adorned. Despite his tinted shades that kept his eyes hidden, you knew the glare that hid behind the black covered lens all too well from how his body straightened and voice deepened.

“Seven minutes, and that’s all I’ll spare you.”

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You stood by the bar just as you told Wesker, your finger gliding around the rim of your almost finished strawberry daiquiri. This was your second glass of the sweet drink, the alcohol barely kicking into your system from the rum added into the mix (a little more than what the recipe called for). The tipsy sensation was definitely making its place known in your system, yet you found yourself still able to put on a sober facade against the many people that came to greet you; you assumed the only reason they bothered with your presence was because of your connection to Albert Wesker, their greed for a possible spot by his side through you showing from their overly sweet manners.

"Mr. Wesker has such good taste- your dress is gorgeous! Who is the designer?"

"That necklace is beautiful for your complexion! Did Wesker pick it out for you?"

"I must know who Albert brought in to do your hair, it compliments your face perfectly. Would you mind sending me his details for the dresser?"

It was the same question at the end of every accolade. "Would you please give me Albert Wesker's contact information?"

They must've thought you were naive enough to fall for their sugar coated lies, because that glimmer of deceiving dark was all too obvious. Before, you would've given his information without a question asked, your fear of being somehow targeted and erased from existence forcing your hand. But now, knowing who you serve under as his kept woman, you knew you'd be safe against the dark of high society. Albert laid down rules in your contract of how to act and what to do in an event such as this, and amongst the lay down, he warned you of the snakes in the tall grass. He assured nothing would happen to you if you avoided such questions, and that denying them these details was a must unless he said otherwise.

In response to their questioning, you'd give them an innocent smile before plastering on a thoughtful expression as you spoke, "Thank you for the kind remarks, I'll make sure Albert's aware of them. Sadly, I don't know his contact information as he has yet to inform me of his business details. I'll let his secretary know of your need for his connection."

With that, your conversation would end and they would leave you back to your drinking. It was annoying that they only wanted you for their own benefit, because you genuinely wanted to be friends with some of these people, but it is what it is, you suppose. You looked at the smoothie-like drink and watched the straw mix the already stirred liquid. Bored. You felt bored. Wesker still hasn’t come back yet, and it’s only been - you take a look at the time - 4 minutes. Huh, you guess he really meant 7 minutes. You sighed quietly as you gazed at the crowd behind you and took another sip from your straw.

"Hello there."

The silky tone of the stranger's voice caught you off guard, a heat now present on your cheeks because of the huskiness you picked up on. You ignored the greeting, thinking they were talking to someone else, and continued to sip on your drink. A deep chuckle rang through your ears as a hand touched your shoulder, causing you to almost spit out your daiquiri before turning to meet whoever was now touching you.

The person in question let out another laugh, raising his hands in defense, "Woah, easy there! I didn't mean to startle you."

The rough southern accent caught you off guard, but you plastered on a warm smile, nonetheless, "It's alright. I just didn't think you were talking to me."

The male returned the smile, his eyes trailing up and down your body as he let out a low whistle, "You look mighty fine in that dress, if you don't mind me sayin'."

An awkward chuckle escaped you, but you quickly covered it with a confident posture, and crossed your arms, "Need to tell Mr. Wesker that?"

He gave a small shake of his head, the deep brown hair shaking with his momentum, "Why tell him that when you're the one wearin' it?"

This caught you by surprise, but you smiled at the comment while joking, "Someone finally sees my worth."

The stranger gave a small laugh, "You have a lot more than you know!"

You felt your cheeks warm up, but stayed neutral with the look you gave him. He stepped towards you and bowed his head, "The name's Alexander McCandless. I'm a representative from Louis Vuitton.. And you would be?"

Alexander gazed up at you with a warm smile, offering his hand for yours as you allowed him to take your palm, "(Y/n) (L/n). I was invited to attend with my partner."

When you thought he would shake hands, he did something unexpected that made your breathing get caught in your throat. Alexander took your knuckles up to his lips and gave them a small peck, his eyes still connected with yours while taking his time with the kiss. Your eyes widened at the gesture, and you felt much hotter in the face as a churning sensation rested at the pit of your stomach.

When he pulled back and straightened his posture, he kept your knuckles close to his lips with a grin of interest, "What a shame. I should be the one to invite you next time, Miss (L/n)."

You pulled your hand away quickly and hid it behind your back with your pairing appendage, now holding them together tightly as your nerves entered your system, "I don't think my spouse would fancy another man taking me around.."

McCandless let out a soft scoff, "It would only be as friends, nothing more.. Unless, you see me as something more?"

You felt your palms get sweaty, now fully uncomfortable with the male in front of you, "We just met, and I would never betray my lover no matter who may stand before me."

"Of course, of course.. Say, would you mind accompanying me around? My partner is handlin' business with the new partnership, and I have no company."

You shook your head politely, "No thank you. I promised to stay at the bar and wait for him to return.. I'm sure another woman would be glad to walk around with you."

Alexander took another step forward, you suddenly feeling pinned against the bar countertop, "It'll only be for a couple of minutes, darlin'. I promise to bring you right back."

Okay, this has gone on long enough. Just when you were about to snap at him, you felt a hand snake its way around your waist and pull you into a solid side. Your hands snapped up onto the person's tuxedo in an attempt to keep yourself stable, the grip on your waist tight in a protective hold as you sunk into their side.

"She said no, Mr. McCandless."

Wesker was livid, from what you could feel, his voice deep and threatening despite the calm look he had on his face (well, it was as calm as he could get it despite the obvious angered look on his face).

"Mr. Wesker!" Alexander said in awe before it contorted into anxious nerves as he looked between you and Albert, "I had no clue this was your spouse!"

How badly Wesker wanted to scoff at his stupidity, but his beyond pissed off mood was preventing any sort of sarcasm to escape him, "Yet, even when my wife said she had a spouse, you continued to harass her?"

You glanced around at the crowd that began to form, gossip ringing through the guests at the scene before them. You began to feel anxious and clutched onto Albert's tuxedo tighter while trying to hide your face by looking away.

"I didn't want to leave her alone for someone to harass her, sir. You got it all wrong!"

You felt the hold on your waist tighten in a painful grasp, Wesker's patience thinning quickly at the southerner's excuses, "I've heard enough from you, Mr. McCandless."

The male in question went quiet, "I will make sure appropriate action is taken against you for blatantly trying to bedevil my. Wife."

The way Albert ingrained into Alexander's skull that you were his wife was causing embarrassment to flush into you, so much so that you tugged on his tux to get his attention.

He snapped his head down at you, your puppy eyes softening him just barely, and your voice releasing the tension in his chest, "Can we.. please leave? They're staring.."

Albert straightened up, noticing your discomfort from all the attention, and acknowledging your wish, "We're leaving. Move aside."

At his command, the crowd parted to let you through, murmurs going about the guests over what just occurred. You pressed up against Wesker in a feeble attempt to hide yourself better, him noticing and pulling you as close as possible. You found comfort in the scent of his cologne, and sniffed subtly at his jacket as the dopamine flooded your sensors, calming your nerves. You both strode back to the elevator you came from, and Albert called for the lift with the press of a button. You both waited, the feeling of large attention all over you as clear as day, yet you paid little mind to prevent anymore stress on your brain. When the elevator arrived and opened, Albert gestured for you to get in first while he held the doors apart with his now stuck out arm. You had no intention to argue and went straight inside, continuing to look at the ground to avoid the obvious stares that examined your being. Wesker went in after you, pressing the button that would take you down to the parking lot while placing his arm around your shoulder blades and tugging you to him. The last thing the crowd saw before the doors closed was a very pissed off Albert Wesker, and his anxious "wife."

When the doors did shut, the silence felt louder than usual, more tense. It lasted for what felt like ages before you built up the courage to finally talk.

"Mr. Wesker," You quietly spoke, "I'm so sorry-"

You were slammed against the lift walls, a sharp gasp leaving your lips while you quickly lift your hands up to Albert's chest. His hands were planted on either side of your head, giving you no room to escape his clutches as he peered down at your now shaking figure. When he spoke, his voice spat venom with every word, and the grip he had on the wall strained against his fingers.

"Did that filthy bastard touch you?"

You felt the air get caught in your throat at his curse - he never cursed, even when he's pissed he kept his composure clean and scary. If you were barely red before, you were definitely scarlet now, and you could no longer keep eye contact with Wesker as you looked at the floor like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

Your voice was shaky as you gave him a response, not having it in you to lie, "Y-yes.. He did.."

The sharpness of his tone made you flinch, "Where did he touch you?"

"Mr. Wesker, it's really not necessary-"

He slammed his hand against the wall, causing you to yelp and go quiet, "Where. Did. He. Touch. You."

The assertive actions he made caused you to press your legs together, a dirty sensation ripping through you like a wave and straight towards your lower end. You were ashamed you actually enjoyed this side of him, but you couldn't help how your body reacted with his dominance.

Despite this, you took a deep breath and stuttered out an answer, "H-he touched my shoulder.. And.. A-And.."

"And?"

You kept quiet for a moment longer before raising your eyes to his shades, "And he.. kissed my hand.."

Albert remained silent at your confession, his voice reaching a deeper octave than before when he finally spoke, "Which shoulder did he grab?"

"My right, sir.."

In one swift movement, Albert flipped your body towards the wall, and you let out a shocked gasp as your chest pressed tightly against the lift. He proceeded to then shove your hair over your left shoulder to give him a better view of your right, and pulled down the strap that rested against your skin.

"Mr. Wesker- oh!"

His hands intertwined with yours against the wall before you felt his lips press against your shoulder over and over, your eyes tightly shutting at the wonderful sensation. You pressed your backside flush against him in response, his chest radiating warmth into your body, and his crotch pressed tightly against your rear. He growled against your flesh before doing something you least expected. Albert bit down harshly into your shoulder, his fanged teeth breaking through your body and earning a pained whine from you as he marked your skin in an animalistic fashion.

"A-Albert, it hurts.. Please, let go!" You complained almost pathetically.

He then went on to suck on your flesh and taste your crimson fluid while leaving a dark hickey paired with the bite. He practically purred at your second pained whine before growling when you tried pulling away, his grip on your hands tightening and pushing them more against the lift's walls. You had no choice but to accept his claiming actions with a high pitched sigh, your eyes now fluttering partially open and brows furrowing up into a pleasured expression. Sensing your submission, Albert released his hold on your shoulder and licked the punctured skin in an attempt to sooth the stinging aftermath as a reward of sorts.

He leaned his head back and away from your marked shoulder to admire his work, licking up the bloody mess from the corner of his mouth before tasting the rest on his lips. He relished the taste of your blood against his tongue, a feral look now lingering in his hidden eyes as he stared at the bitten, bruised skin. Albert released a deep, proud sigh over what he'd done, now leaning down into your ear close enough so you could feel his hot breath blow against your vulnerable shell.

With a low, thick voice, he spoke straight into your ear, causing the hairs on your neck to stand, and goosebumps to litter down your back, "No man or woman is allowed to touch you. You belong to me, just as much as I belong to you."

You whimpered at his harsh toned words, somehow finding it in you to bite back, "I'm just your sugar baby, and nothing more! I don't understand why you're claiming me!"

Albert let out a dark chuckle before snapping back, "According to the contract you signed, you're my woman despite being my sugar baby. In fact, you practically lit up when it was mentioned during our meeting, so why, dearheart, do you sound so distraught over something you agreed to?"

You were about to respond, yet when you tried speaking words, nothing came out, and you slowly closed your mouth as result of that. He was right. I did agree to it. When you had no comeback, he smirked at your silence before moving on.

"Now.. Which hand did he kiss?"

You shakily sighed, flexing the fingers on your right hand, "My right, sir.."

Slowly, his right hand untangled from the hold he had on yours before grazing it under your palm, interlocking with your fingers once again. With a teasingly long moment, Wesker pulled your hand back towards himself, and made sure you could see everything he was about to do; he began to kiss the very knuckles that scumbag had the audacity to peck. You felt a stronger heat rest in your groin as you watched Albert's lips claim your knuckles with soft, delicate kisses. It caused a pleasured exhale to escape from your chest, and he couldn't help but smirk against your skin as he continued to blissfully abuse each knuckle.

He took a moment to pull away from your hand, stating the obvious that you so desperately tried to hide, "Don't think for a second that I don't see how your body is reacting to me. Your thighs pressing together under that dress. Your heavy breathing. The way your eyes are watching every kiss I place on your knuckles.. You're practically an open book, my dear little (Y/n)."

Albert placed another long kiss on your hand before speaking again, his lips making a quiet smacking noise as he pulled away, "When we get to my housing, do not get ready to leave."

You stammered from the sudden order, "W-why?"

He pulled back from a third kiss, "You won't be going home tonight."

Wesker kept away from your hand as he continued, "This tie I'm wearing has many uses, dearheart, and I'm determined to find out where it would look best on your body.. Perhaps tied around your wrists as I give you slow affection? Or maybe wrapped around that pretty little neck of yours as I ravage your body, and rid it of any remembrance of that fools' touch?"

You let out an involuntary squeak at his words, earning a deep chuckle from the blonde behind you. With a sigh against your knuckles, he pulled back from his returning kiss once more, "Your body is positively divine. I can't leave it alone any longer and let scum like that think it's for the taking. You will feel every part of me tonight, taste every part of me tonight.. You will be claimed by my hand like no other could ever dream of doing."

When Albert was about to go in for another kiss, the elevator dinged to signify the arrival of your stop. He hummed in response to the noise, peeling away from your quivering body while taking your arm in his just as before. You were stood in shock over what just occurred in the privacy of an elevator out of all things. You stared at the opening doors before realizing that you were now harshly marked on your right shoulder, and your strap was drooping down your arm. With a quick fix, you placed it back in its spot and did your best to hide the feral blemish with your hair, a rough hand soon moving your locks onto your left shoulder to keep it from being hidden. You glanced up at Albert, getting ready to place your hair back until you felt his side gaze on you through the tinted shades. He was facing forward, but the concealed look he gave you told you everything you needed to know; Keep your hair out of the way. Let everyone see the claim I’ve made on you.

God, what have you agreed to?

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Sweet Sugar - Pt. 2

SugarDaddy!Albert Wesker X SugarBaby!Reader Sweet Sugar - Pt. 1 Sweet Sugar - Pt. 3

Summary: Albert helped you into his car, giving you both a moment of intimacy as he took you back to his private home. When you got there, things got heated very quickly, and he could not wait to make you his. But, he respects your wishes, and wants to confirm he can fully, willingly make you his woman before anything can happen and go too far. What answer will you give him? Find out before part 3 reveals it all.

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Word Count: 3.7k

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MASTERLIST | Resident Evil List | Albert Wesker

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WARNING: [strong NSFW insinuation, long drabble]

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Opening the passenger door for you, Albert took your hand and guided you into the plush seating of his car. Giving your palm a light squeeze after noticing your shaking form, he gave your knuckles one last kiss before closing the door and getting in on the driver's side.

When he got into his vehicle, Wesker gave a deep sigh and combed his fingers through his locks while starting the car. He placed his hand on the steering wheel and leaned back into the seat, gazing up at the ceiling in thought. You quirked your brow at his behavior and wondered if something was wrong, but when your eyes glided up his arm and saw how his gloved hand gripped the steering wheel, and how the watch fit perfectly with his veined wrist, you couldn't help but suck in air. You were finally able to see how perfect Albert looked in his tuxedo, the sleeves giving an erotic view of his hands despite the black leather gloves he wore.

You let your eyes skim back up his arm, taking a moment to admire Albert's flexed bicep from gripping the wheel, before allowing your sights to gaze at his exposed neck. You followed a thick vein that split up his nape, watching him swallow and continue to flex his muscle while looking at the roof. Your mind began to go wild; how would his neck look when it was sweaty and dripping with your honey? How would it look with a trail of your red nectar dripping down slowly from his jaw, to his neck, to his chest, to his abdomen, to his happy trail-

"You know, darling, it's not polite to stare."

You let out a short surprised gasp and snapped your eyes up. You couldn't help but feel your heart beat in your ears when you were met with Wesker's glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, his amber colored eyes staring straight into your soul with a devilish smirk. You scrambled to come up with words, your face turning a scarlet red from being found out.

"I-I.. Listen, Mr. Wesker-.. I uhm..!"

A deep chuckle came from Albert as he brought his other arm up to the window and rests his head against two fingers. You could only stare out your window in embarrassment until his laughter died down, pressing your legs together and folding your hands in your lap.

Finding pleasure in your nervous figure, he continued to taunt you with a teasing tone despite keeping his neutral voice, "What's wrong? You seem a little nervous."

You brought a hand up to your neck and gave it a comforting rub to calm your pulse, "I-it's just.. Your outfit matches your car very well and I couldn't help but notice!"

Great excuse, (Y/n). Greaaat excuse.. An ex-S.T.A.R.S. captain and military veteran like himself is totally gonna buy that.

Wesker's brow quirked up at your comment, giving his body a once over with his eyes, still adorned with the same smirk, "Indeed it does. How perceptive of you, Miss (L/n)."

Albert fixed his shades back in place before flexing his fingers, "It seems like I didn't buy this Voiture Noire for nothing."

You furrowed your eyebrows at the name. Voiture Noire.. Where did you hear that name? As you both began to buckle in, Wesker noticed your thoughtful look while turning his attention to the console, "Is something the matter, dearheart?"

You looked over at him before facing forward, shaking your head, "Nothing. That name just sounds vaguely familiar.."

He hums at your answer, turning the wheel with his left hand while looking in the rearview mirror, "You probably read it in an article."

You looked back at him while he backed the car out of the parking spot, "Why would I have read it in an article?"

When the car was backed out of the spot and put into drive, he relaxed his hand on the gear knob, "The Voiture Noire is the most expensive car in the world. Only one was made and sold for 18 million."

You almost choked on air when Wesker mentioned the price, coughing a bit while talking strained, "18 million!?"

You were now hyperaware of where you were planted, realizing you were quite literally sitting in a one-of-a-kind car that cost more than anything you could ever dream of making. You began to fidget in your seat and desperately try to keep from touching anything, placing both hands on your thighs and staying deathly still. Albert took note of your now stiff figure, continuing to drive out of the parking lot and towards the exit.

"Darling, there's no need to be so still."

You gawked at him, picking at your nails when you looked back down at them, "But Mr. Wesker, this is literally a one-of-a-kind car.. I don't want to ruin it, it cost so much!"

"Oh.. So that is what this is about." Albert let himself grin before chuckling softly.

You snapped your head to him, heat reaching its way up your neck, "What..?"

He looked over at you before back to the road, "You're stiffer than a board, my dear. Relax."

"B-but sir-"

One look was all he gave you to shut up and listen. You gave a short nod at his command soon after, trying to relax your muscles against the luxury seat. You crossed your legs, shimmied against the leather, tried gazing out the window while leaning into your hand, but nothing helped the nervous sensation that laid in your stomach. Yes, you were a sugar baby, but this luxury with high expense was not something you imagined you'd get, and all this wealth was intimidating. You watched the city's lights chase by with passing cars, restaurants and shops lit with different colors that tried to distract you from your nerves. With one last effort, you uncrossed your legs and leaned back in the seat, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. Just think happy thoughts.. Happy thoughts.. Happy thou-

Your eyes snapped open when you felt warm leather rest on your thigh, a thumb caressing your skin with gentle rubs. You eyed the gloved hand that comforted your tingling flesh, strolling your eyes up to the owner's face and giving Albert an embarrassed look. He kept a neutral expression while paying attention to the road, his form looking godly with the shining lights of the city glowing into the car and on his perfect skin. You hopelessly allowed your eyes to drink him in, admiring the way different colored gleams hit his skin and accentuated his relaxed muscles and veins. Shit, he practically was a god.

"Dearheart." He said calmly.

"Y-yes, sir?" You stuttered, snapping out of your daze.

You felt Wesker gently squeeze your thigh, "Do me a favor, if you will."

You felt your eyes widen at his request, sounding all too happy to oblige as you smiled, "Of course, Mr. Wesker! What would you like from me?"

"Call me by my name."

You couldn't help the confused expression you now adorned, "Wh.. What do you mean, sir?"

The grip tightened, "Call me by my name."

You answered with a soft voice, still unsure of what he was insinuating, "Mr. Wesker..?"

"No no, dearest," Albert loosened the grip he had on your thigh, "My name."

You remained quiet despite his request, thinking through your next move before ultimately deciding on following through, ".. Albert."

He left a tighter grip on your soft flesh when his name left your lips, his muscles visibly contracting under his suit, "Say it again. All of it."

A boiling heat flooded into your lower abdomen, your thighs subconsciously coming together and your heart beating against your ribcage, "A-Albert Wesker.."

A guttural growl rumbled in his chest, the red print he was sure to leave on your thickness becoming more prominent, "Again."

"Albert Wesker.!"

You sucked in an audible gasp of air when his hand began to slide its way up your limb, your body quivering over the unknown of what he'd do to you, "Keep saying it. Don't stop."

You did just as he commanded, repeating his name like a silent prayer as you watched his hand ride painfully slow up your thigh. Fuck, anything he'd give to slam on the breaks and touch all over your delicate skin. That quickened breathing, shaking legs, trembling lips.. Oh fuck, you were driving him to the point of insanity. No god would be able to hold him back from corrupting your pure skin with his fingertips. But he had to hold back. You haven't given him your consent to do as he pleased.

With a harsh tone, he hid the feral growl he so badly wished he could release, and spoke while staring ahead at the streets to keep from crashing, "You will call me by my name from now on. Not sir, not Mr. Wesker. Is that clear?"

You were at a lost for words, the only things on your mind being his name and his touch as he inched closer to your forbidden trove, only being able to answer his set rule when he squeezed your thigh roughly, "Y-yes, Albert!"

With a quick yet slowed motion, Wesker leaned over into your ear close enough so you could feel his hot breath cascading against your skin, and cooed with a quiet, growling voice, "Good girl.."

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"A-Albert- mmph- wait.!" You whined against his lips, feeling his tongue shove itself straight into yours as he pushed you up against the wall and pinned you flush against the cold tile.

Against his want to kiss you stupid, Wesker pulled away from your plumping lips with a string of your shared saliva. He wanted to go absolutely feral just from the sight - you looked so innocent yet so lewd standing before him with scarlet cheeks, lidded eyes, bruised, drooling lips. Fuck, just let him have you.

His chest heaving just barely, Wesker asked while grounding himself with the wall, "Yes, my darling?"

"Are we really going to.. you know.." You mumbled while gazing at the floor.

Albert's hand that was up against the wall clenched into a vice fist, fighting the animalistic urges that battled inside of him to grab you and take you. Despite this, he gave you an answer that made your heart melt, "Only if you'll allow me to please you, dearheart. I won't force you to have me if you aren't ready."

You felt your chest wanting to burst from how gentle he was being with you. You were scared of giving him your everything, afraid he would leave just as soon as you gave him what he was only building you up for. But from how he's treated you, defended you, claimed you. How could you deny him or yourself any longer?

Removing his grasp from your hip and placing it behind you on the wall with his other hand, you gripped his tuxedo with a careful tug and pulled him flush against you. You made sure he was staring directly into your eyes before you leaned up into his ear, and allowed your hot breath to puff against his skin. It caused goosebumps to rain all over his tense flesh, Albert's instincts becoming almost impossible to ignore.

It finally snapped when you whispered lovingly into his ear, "Take me, and make me yours, Albert Wesker.."

In several swift movements, Albert scooped you up into his arms and forced you to wrap your arms and legs around him before making way to his bedroom, "My dear (Y/n), I'll make you mine before the sun can rise to see the new day."

Just when you thought your skin couldn't get any redder, you heard a second pair of footsteps come towards you and Wesker. You looked at him in panic, seeing a stupid smirk grow on his lips from your embarrassed expression, before nuzzling into his neck and hiding.

"Mr. Wesker, you have a call from Mr. Bernard Arnault."

Albert walked past his assistant, still on route to his bedroom while running a hand up and down your back, "Thank you, Lester. Please tell Mr. Arnault that I will call him back in the morning, because I'm busy with my wife at the moment."

"Yes, sir." Was the last thing you heard from the helper before you were in Wesker's room, the door shutting with a sickeningly loud slam.

This was one of the few times you were in Albert's room, but the first time you were actually in there fully awake. You took a moment to take in how minimalistic it was; everything was black, gold accents being here and there, but overall, it looked like something a millionaire would own.

Wesker set you down gently and let you examine his quarters, your focus mainly being on his large windows that gazed out into the city. Your shoes tapped against the hardwood floor as you slowly walked up to the glass and looked out to Racoon City. The room was dark, so all the lights from the outside world cascaded in to create beautiful reflections along the flooring, and made the silky black sheets of Albert’s bed look more enticing.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

Albert had come up behind you, placing his hands on your hips while gazing out just as you were. His shades were discarded somewhere else in the room and his tux was unbuttoned, the tie he wore still neatly hanging from his neck. It was a sight for private eyes. A sight for your eyes, and your eyes only.

“It truly is.”

Carefully, he dragged your hair onto your left shoulder and began to plant kisses along your exposed skin. You closed your eyes and allowed your head to roll back against his shoulder as he blissfully attacked your already blemished flesh. It was rough yet sweet with how he kissed you, possessive yet gentle. Perhaps it was because this was your first time sleeping with him, or perhaps it was his instincts finally taking over and getting your body ready for what was to come. Even though it would be your first time with Albert, it didn’t mean he’d be able to hold back from taking you in a carnal way. It’s been built up for far too long, and now that he has the green light, he will not waste this opportunity to feel you and pleasure you in the best way he knew how.

Pulling away from your shoulder, he looked at you through the glass and spoke in a soft tone of voice, “My dear little wife, are you ready?”

You felt your body burn at the new name he called you, a smile forming on your face at the homage to being called his spouse for this long. It felt so natural for him to call you his little wife. It felt so right to hear it and be claimed by it, but that was your little secret.

With a nod, you gazed back at him through the window and responded in a hushed voice, “Of course.. As long as it’s with my dear husband, I’m fully ready.”

The grip on your hips tightened. My dear husband.. It rang through Wesker’s head on repeat as he looked at your body from your heels, to your face. Something felt different with how he skimmed up your figure. It felt.. domestic. Natural, even. It made the tightness in his chest swell when his honey glowing eyes met your innocent doe ones. The way he felt with you was more than the relationship of him being your sugar daddy - it’s like it evolved over the course of being with you, and caring for you.

He didn’t know what it was, but he knew that this animalistic desire to have you was raw and real. Still staring at you through the glass, Albert began to kiss your neck with delicate pecks as he trailed his lips down your skin and to your bitten shoulder. You let out a soft whimper when his lips kissed your blemish, Wesker giving you more attention around the bruised flesh before continuing to kiss down to your shoulder blade. His hands slowly rose to the ribbon that tied your dress together, his fingers pulling at the bow before pulling his lips back and standing up straight.

"(Y/n)."

You sighed at the loss of contact, but remained neutral as you followed his eyes, "Yes, Wesker?"

Albert stilled his pursuit on your bow, glints of soft present in his eyes, "I need a verbal yes that you consent to this. I don't want you to push yourself over to me and regret it later."

You furrowed your brows at his words, "But I told you to take me."

He nods in understanding, keeping his eyes on yours, "You did, but do you realize what you're agreeing to? What saying you consent to this pertains?"

You turned to face him fully, his hands now resting on the small of your back as you both continued to gaze at each other, "What do you mean, Albert?"

Slowly, his hands went back up to the bow and fiddled with the ribbon, eyeing how the material looked against his black gloves, "If you allow me to bed you, you're mine to the fullest context."

Wesker's eyes shifted back to yours, "There's no getting rid of me once I've claimed you. When you allow me to taste your being in the most intimate ways imaginable, blood, honey, and all.. Well, my dear, I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't get attached."

Your mouth fell open at his confession, your eyes searching his calm expression for any sign of trickery. When you found none, you stared blankly at his chest in thought, trying to find any hesitance in your mind. You've wanted to feel him deep inside of you for so long, and now that the opportunity was here, you couldn't find it in yourself to say no like how he expected. You wanted Albert Wesker. Fuck that sugar daddy shit, you wanted him beyond what your contract entailed.

Driving your eyes back up to his, you couldn't help the sly smile you allowed to creep onto your lips, "You've already tasted my blood."

Wesker allowed a dark grin to match his features, now slowly leading you to the end of his bed while keeping you towards him, "I have yet to savor your red wine as it rushes to your most sacred parts."

Albert slowly seats you on the plush bedding, leaning over you as his hands laid on either side of your hips, "Tell me, little one, what the difference is between tasting the blood from your shoulder, and your inner thighs? Or better yet.."

He leaned down closer to your face, your eyes never leaving each other as the glow of amber set on your features, and his scent filled your nose as he whispered in such a hushed, husky murmur, "The difference between your shoulder, and your deliciously hardened clit.."

You let out a small squeak, your face flushing completely in red and the very bud he spoke of twitching despite your efforts to remain relaxed. Wesker released a drawled out chuckle from your reaction, pulling his face back from yours and relaxing his face into its usual calm expression.

"Darling," He lowly inquired, "have you made your decision?"

You led your eyes to the floor, giving your answer some thought before doing something Albert least expected. You kicked off your heels, pulled yourself up higher onto the bed, and laid down while submissively laying your hands beside your head.

You gazed down at Wesker, his body stiff and radiating aroused pheromones as he stared at your vulnerable form laying just for him. With a quiet, needy voice, you gave him your answer as you pressed your knees together.

"Yes, Albert.. Please make me yours."

He paused, it becoming tensely silent as he just took a moment to take you all in. His eyes were trained on how delicate you looked with the city's lights glowing against your skin, and how your face became even more angelic with your hair making a halo around your head. Thinking he was having second thoughts from his lack of interaction, you became anxious and began to sit up, ready to apologize. You stopped, however, when his eyes snapped up to you with a hardened gaze, and laid back down with a quickening heart.

Wesker surprised you when a deep laugh rang through his lips, and his hand went through his slicked back hair as he stood straight up. When his chuckling silenced, and his hand came down from his hair, a few strands of his blonde locks fell in front of his eyes. The dark look his irises held were glued on your still form as he slowly, teasingly, began to remove his jacket, revealing his tight white dress shirt and black suspenders. He dropped the tuxedo jacket to the side, and let his rolled up sleeves show off his built forearms; veins split down his muscles and to his wrists, disappearing under his gloved hands that would later bring you to certain, heavenly ecstasy over and over as the night went on. Albert watched as you eyed his well built arms, taking in how even more erotic they looked without the jacket covering them.

You were brought back to earth when Albert began to loosen his tie, and place a knee onto the bed. The look he gave you made your legs tremble and your breathing stop - his eyes looked feral, eating your image alive and ingraining it in his memory.

"My darling little dearheart.. You won't be able to think of anything other than me when I've laid my claim on you. Only the stars and moon will know of the vulgar debauchery that will take place in this very room until the sun will kiss your ruined skin when the morn arrives."

"Get ready, my dear, because I won't let you leave tonight. You'll sleep when I'm through playing with you."

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