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aceviscontiswife · 11 months

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I'm really new to Dead by Daylight and I'm really enjoying your fics. So, story prompt:

Reader is a survivor who was just gifted a new outfit by the entity that, unknown to reader includes a pair of remote control vibrating panties. Then reader shows up in a trial with the killer who reader has been flirting with and secretly crushing on and killer (who flirts right back and also has a crush on reader) finds a mysterious remote in their pocket.

I'd love Danny and Frank (separately, please) and anyone else you feel like writing.)

Survivor!Reader wearing remote controlled vibrating panties in a trial

Killers: Danny (Ghostface), Frank (Legion), Wesker.

Afab!Reader. Warnings: petnames such as dollface, babygirl, babe, and dearest. Vibrating panties (that reader was not aware of), masturbation, Wesker’s a bit of an ass at first.

•When you wake up in the cornfields of Coldwind, you don’t suspect anything at first. You were loving your new outfit, it fit you perfectly and showed off your assets. You were hoping to see Ghostface this trial, since you knew this outfit would probably send him into overdrive.

•Its only when you begin to work on a generator when you feel a light vibration against your womanhood. It sends a tingle down your spine and straight to your core. Your thighs press together in an attempt to conceal the steadily growing arousal, but it only seems to make it stronger. You had no idea what was causing this, but it had to be some cruel prank of the entity’s.

•Danny was a little confused when he found the small remote in his pocket, and after a few seconds of staring down at the remote in his hand, he pressed one of the buttons.

•It didn’t take Danny very long to find you, all by yourself, wearing the sexiest clothes Danny’s ever seen. That alone was enough to get him hard, but what he saw next nearly sent him insane. You slapped a hand over your mouth, your thighs squirming against each other as you moan against your hand. You could barely even work on the generator… That’s when Danny put two and two together, and oh man, you were in for a treat.

“Oh, dollface…” You whip around to face where the voice—Danny’s voice came from. He was standing behind you, leaning against a stack of crates with a small remote in his hand. You begin to speak, but your words are taken from you and replaced with a gasp as Danny presses one of the remotes buttons, the vibrating sensation in your panties growing even stronger. Danny laughed at the sight, pushing himself off of the crates and taking a step towards you. “Looks like the entity gave us both a gift, hmm?” Danny watches you grab onto the generator to support yourself, a strangled moan escaping your lips as he cranks up the vibrations to their highest setting. “I say we enjoy our treat.”

•When Frank found a small remote in his pocket, he immediately did what anyone would’ve done—he pressed the buttons. All of them.

•Needless to say, you were caught off guard when a there sudden strong vibrating sensation in your panties. It was a lot, also very confusing. After a few seconds, you had grown used to the sensations. It didn’t take long until you were rendered into a hazy, pleasure-filled state of bliss.

•You barely managed to get yourself to the killer shack, leaning against one of the lockers and biting down on your hand to keep quiet. Your free hand was shoved up your shirt, teasing your breasts through your bra.

•That’s how Frank found you, his eyes going wide behind the mask and his cock twitching in his pants as he watched you touch yourself. Your hips were grinding up into the air, and it was only when Frank heard a faint buzzing did he realize what was going on. It was like a flip of a switch, Frank went from shocked and a little confused to very turned on and very aware of what he was doing to you. Trial be damned, Frank was going to enjoy this alot more than killing some idiotic survivors.

“Fuck, babygirl… You couldn’t wait till the trial was over, could you?” You stop in your tracks when you hear Frank, your eyes snapping open to be met with the sight of Frank leaning against shacks doorway, remote in hand. He shakes his head when you stop, pressing one of the buttons on the remote and amplifying the vibrations in your panties. “Didn’t say you could stop, did I?” Frank groans when you begin to touch yourself again, the masked killer reaching down to rub his cock through his jeans. “Good girl… You want me to make it feel even better? I can make you feel amazing, babe.”

•At first, Wesker ignored the small remote in his pocket. He had a job to do, after all. The only distraction he allowed was you, anything else was simply not important to him. It was soon becoming hard to ignore, however, and Wesker angrily admits to himself that he needed to see what this remote did. Maybe it was a gift from the entity? Something to help him out in trials? Wesker was one of the entity’s strongest and smartest killers, he’s earned himself a reward.

•When Wesker eventually presses one of the buttons and nothing happens, he’s a… little upset. How dare the entity give him some useless piece of garbage? He was Albert Wesker, the Mastermind, not one of the Legion’s immature teenagers!

•If only he could’ve seen how you almost folded in on yourself when a surprising, strong feeling of vibrations began to surge through your panties. A gasp escapes your lips, ultimately catching the attention of your concerned teammates. You lie, telling them ‘You thought you saw the killer.’

•You’re barely able to complete the generator with your team, quickly coming up with some excuse to separate from your team, sneaking off to a secluded area of the map to deal with yourself.

•Wesker could hear faint moaning and panting coming from the Garden of Joy’s dark bedroom, and believing it to be an injured survivor, he quickly makes his way to the bedroom. What he saw inside the room wasn’t an injured survivor, it was you. Oh… that’s what the remote does? Wesker was quick to realize what was going on when he saw you on the rundown bed, hands covering your mouth and your hips jerking up into the air. He laughs, catching your attention.

“So this is what you do instead of helping your team? Tsk, so predictable.” You couldn’t stop the shameless moan that left you, as well as the breathless pleads for Wesker to help you out. He was enjoying this more than he’d admit… the sight of you like this was something Wesker had wanted to see for some while now, and it only made him even more aroused to know that he was the cause of your overwhelming pleasure. “Already so overstimulated and you haven’t even been touched…” Wesker laughs, shaking his head and taking a step towards you. “Come here, dearest… This is only the beginning.”

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I actually had a lot of fun writing this! It was new for me, and I honestly loved it :) Hope you enjoy, love ya! ❤️

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klutzygutsi · 1 year

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🍷 & 🍞 for y'all

♥ from - your savior - ME ♥

You're welcome ♥

(Of course, I will make some prints from these ^^)

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crow-azira · 4 months

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Worm Wesker 🕶️🪱

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greenteasnoothie · 10 months

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This is my first time making a request, but- hear me out.

Fem! Reader whose in a trial against Wesker and panics when he goes to pull her out of a locker- her solution to escaping his grasp? Slapping his ass. Whether it works or not is up to you-

How Wesker would react if you slap his ass during a trail

A/N: OMG ANON I LOVE THIS SO MUCH LOL AND OMG I'M HONORED THAT YOU DECIDED TO REQUEST YOUR FIRST REQUEST TO ME AAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(GIF is not mine)

Paring: DBD! Wesker X Fem!Reader

Genre: no clue maybe a little NSFT but idfk

Content mentioned: blood, slapping of bootys 😎

Wordcount: short

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“Two gens left come on, so close..” You tell yourself in your head while repairing one of the last two gens.

You start to feel your heart beating faster and louder the sound of blood rushing in your ears takes up all of your hearing. You look to the left and then to the right, that's when you see the killer…Wesker.

You leave the gen and start running for it, Wesker follows behind starting to charge up his Uroboros, you try to find a place where you can turn Connors and hopefully make it so he charges his uroboros to nothing because you keep on moving, but it’s all open where you are. Before you can even think of any other ideas he’s charging at you… and you just got pinned to a tree, you get out of his grasp and you RUN for it, you find a locker and hide in it hoping that maybe he won’t notice but nope he noticed. Wesker opens the Locker wags his finger in your face and pulls you out of the locker, now you're really freaking out. You try to wiggle out of his grasp but now you're so close to a hook, and you're starting to get tired..

SLAP

You pause, Wesker pauses and it seems you both are surprised by your action. Before you even process that you just slapped Wesker's ass he dropped you to the ground making you grunt.

You watch as Wesker walks away, is that blush or blood on his face?

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A/N (again): LMAOO SORRY THIS IS SHORT BUT I JUST LOVE THIS LMFAO THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST ANON

Also peeps I have a WIP post check it out if you want!!

(Btw people 😎 I’m open for emoji anons 😈😈)

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teratophallia · 9 months

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Obey.

Some dom Wesker for the poll win over on twitter! Enjoy!

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munster0us · 11 months

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Hear me out-

#my art #resident evil #wesker fanart #albert wesker #wesker dbd #re 5 #dead by daylight wesker #re wesker #artwork #artists on tumblr

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weskin-time · 1 year

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Ooo how about Wesker with the “you wanna kiss me so bad prompt?” Either in DBD or maybe in the first fight with him in RE5? Thank you love your work so much <3333

KSJWISJA YES !! i did in dbd to fit the theme <3 this has a lot of wesker slander (in an affectionate way)

not beta read :3

post referencing this post of mine

Spotting a metal box made your blood run cold, even colder than it had been when you appeared in Raccoon City Police Department, it was nice to narrow down who was going to be hunting you and your friends. You sorta hoped that it wasn’t the blond, red eyed, asshole that seemed to hunt you down every trial you were in with him.

You and Chris were pretty good friends, you two got along better than any other survivor in this dark limbo that wasn’t from his own home, they knew each other, the banded together, and you were one of the few to slip into their friendships. That must have been why Albert Wesker hated you, because you were close to Chris Redfield, the man who killed him. That or he was just an asshole. It was probably both honestly.

Rain was falling from the sky as you walked outside to make your way to the generator by the gate, the sound of police sirens almost drowned out the sound of the roaring flames from far behind you of the crashed helicopter. You didn’t really know how to repair a generator but sticking your hand in there and wiggling things around all while flipping some switches seemed to do the job as the motor slowly began to kick to life.

Your gen was almost done now and it had been quiet, you haven’t heard a scream, a pallet drop, any hint of the killer, and worst of all you didn’t see any zombies shambling around, which you made the conclusion that it was indeed Wesker who was on the hunt.

Speaking of the fucking devil and he shall appear.

A wooshing sound was heard along with a male chuckle from somewhere behind you, you looked over your shoulder and saw him standing by the flames, his back to you as he stepped on a totem. He hasn’t seen you yet. Good. Your gen was just a few seconds away from being done but you wanted to be an asshole to Wesker, he was one to you so it was only fair. He would come check the generator next, kick it and leave, but you had a very fun trick up your sleeve.

You left the gen and crouched over to one of the cement road blocks, the one with the pallet leaning against it, and waited. Your heartbeat made your chest move with how hard it was drumming in your system, peeking over to see him walk down the stairs you watched him as his head turned at the sound of a generator across the station popping. You put your head down and got ready as he made his way to the generator you were just working on. It was hard to keep a laugh in as you saw him fall for the trap you set up.

As soon as you saw his figure over the road block you moved, jerking your body and pulled down the pallet. He jumped back in shock, his sunglasses flew off his face, and you just laughed in his face. Running as fast as your legs could take you and sliding to the generator, ignore how the wet concrete bit at your flesh under your clothes and popped it right as you heard Wesker break the wood he was hit with.

“You’ll pay for that!” He roared.

You were fucked instantly when it came to going up against this asshole, the only person he cared more about catching and killing than you was Chris, and you wanted to bite Weskers head off.

You booked it.

You tried your best to run into RPD, the rain made the ground slick which worked to your advantage as the man behind you slipped and shadow dashed into a wall. Sucker haha.

The main lobby was massive, but you had your eyes on another pallet up the stairs, just to hopefully create some distance between you and the blonde who wanted to kill you. Taking a right you ran as fast as you could to get to the stairs but knew it was a tad too late for you when you heard that woosh again right behind you. You didn’t even get to make it past the front desk as you were grabbed by the back of your neck like a kitten only more violent, and thrown forward.

You screamed as you flew through the air, a chuckle came from behind you as you hit the ground with a force, you did your best to roll into the impact thankful to not hit anything but the ground below you. Your shoulders took most of the force but your legs found their ground to push you back up again and you bolted up the stairs, if anything he just made more distance for you, but he was able to infect you in that short time frame. Uroboros didn’t hurt as it faded into your skin and wiggled into your DNA, it didn’t hurt when it fazed through your flesh and disappeared inside of you like you were a fresh compost box full of worms, it just felt wrong. Wrong in the sense of illness, the feeling of when you first start to get sick, that feeling of ‘there’s something wrong with me’ before you check your temperature.

How could a virus be wormy??

“You can’t run much longer! Uroboros has infected you!” He was so dramatic about everything.

Your wet shoes squeaked as you padded up the stairs, coming to the landing of the second floor waiting just behind the pallet. He stopped in his tracks, standing on the stairs as you looked down to him.

It was still. The only sound was your labored breathing. You could see the red glow of his eyes through his dark glasses, his leather outfit clung to his form like a second skin and you had absolutely no idea how he could move in it so fluidly, your eyes trailed over him, taking him in for the first time that wasn’t as he was chasing your or piercing your flesh into a hook. How tight was his clothes if you could see his abs through them? You never let your guard down even for a second as you took him in. Why wasn’t he moving? Was his ego so fragile that he couldn’t take another pallet to the face to he was trying to wait you out?

He was rather attractive to be honest. You could never admit it to yourself let alone someone else that you liked what you saw, that a little voice in the back of your brain was keeping his form stored. You couldn’t tell if your red face was from the effort to run or because you were staring, but it definitely exploded into warmth as he smirked. He was watching you check him out, watching your eyes run over his body, taking him in.

He might have been an asshole but at least he was a nice one to look at.

“Aren’t you going to run little mouse?” He mused at the situation. It was a game of cat and mouse and it confirmed your suspicions, that he did like chasing you around because he was an asshole. “Getting tired?”

You stood silent as you felt his gaze on yourself. You could just see the glow of his eyes, you couldn’t tell what he was looking at but you could feel the red stare on your body, looking at you, burning into your flesh, watching your body twitched at the Uroboros that infected your system, gazing at the way the wormy black masses wiggled in your skin. Your entire body burned.

The black tendrils slithered up his arm out from under his coat sleeve and writhed around each other as he lifted up his hand, and he was too fast for you to even react. You didn’t bring the pallet down to stun him, his burning gaze flustered you into dropping your guard a tad, just enough of a window for him to pounce. He knocked into with a force of a train, in an instant your back and harshly pressed up against the wall of the police station, his hand around your throat and the inky limbs holding you in place.

A deep purr came for him chest in the form of mock laugher as you tried to gasp the air back from it being knocked out of you. Your hands came to grab at his arm to weakly attempt to pull him off. He never lingered for this long, he usually just knocked the wind out of you and threw you over his shoulder, but he held you in place as Uroboros slithered across your skin, coiling around your limbs and one slid across your cheek. They were warm, and kinda gooey. It felt weird. Super weird. You didn’t appreciate the feeling in your gut as you were no longer being held up by your throat, instead being supported by the tendrils.

His red gaze seemed like it was going to melt his glasses off his face, he was just watching you struggle against him, against the black Uroboros.

“Now you’re putting up a fight, what happened on the stairs mouse? Got scared? Got…” his teasing voice paused for dramatic effect, “Distracted?” To help with the dramatics the tentacle on your cheek ran along your lower lip.

“Oh shut up asshole.” You choked out, thankful to finally have air back in your lungs, “You wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid.”

Time stood still for a second once again that trial. You feared for a second you might had read the vibe wrong and now you were going to get moried for your stupid social skills but the fear disappeared when he laughed and leaned in closer.

His face was inches away from your own and your heart stopped. His head angled to the side as his grip on your throat became a little more firm, his lips parted like he was going to kiss you. You eyelids felt suddenly heavy as you looked at his own lips through half lidded eyes, the feeling of Uroboros in your body was null compared to this moment. He slowly inched forward, your lips almost touching, is you could just move your head you could meet h-

“Your hearts beating rather fast mouse? Are you expecting something?”

He was feeling your pulse from his hand around your throat. Oh my gods. You were jerked from the wall, suddenly the warm embrace of Uroboros’s tentacles released you as you were thrown over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing.

“You might be right about wanting to kiss you dear but I can’t have you winning this match.” He dragged you down the stairs to the main floor, the hook in site as you wiggled against him in protest. “Your pesky friends are already far ahead of me and I can’t have that.”

He hooked you. Pain seeped through your entire body as you screamed and protested against the hook in your flesh. His gloved hand ran down your shin as he spoke.

“Do come see me after this trial mouse. Now if you’ll excuse me.” and with that he was gone.

Fucking asshole.

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bubbasbubblebutt · 11 months

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Them Wesker editors on tiktok have a CHOKEHOLD on me

#IM NOT OKAY #I WANNA HATE HIM SO BAD EJKFKG #dead by daylight #dbd #my art #art #resident evil #resident evil fanart #re fanart #re wesker #albert wesker dbd #albert wesker resident evil #wesker #resident evil wesker #dead by daylight wesker #dead by daylight fanart

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mishwanders · 1 year

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I Don’t Want To Set The World On Fire

Pairing: Albert Wesker x GN! Disabled Reader (cane user)

Warnings: Alcohol, soft smut oneshot with oral (reader receiving), spooning, and aftercare. Minors DNI.

Summary: An invitation to dance under the moonlight turns into something more.

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You sat there across from Wesker on the couch, feeling the alcohol warm your throat, loosening your tongue. It was late into the evening, yet you both were still wide awake, chattering away at whatever crossed your minds as you continued to drink the whiskey in your glass. Wesker sat back in his spot, arm resting lazily across the back of the couch as he sat there, listening to you, while taking a swig of his own drink.

“So you’ve never danced with anyone before?” Wesker asked

You shook your head, “No, being crippled kind of makes me the least likely choice when others have made their pick.” You confessed, “Besides, I prefer to be the one playing the music, I still get to participate and bring some happiness to those who can.”

“That’s a bit of a cop out.” He replied

You scoffed, “How so?”

“Because it doesn’t make you happy.”

“That’s not true - you’ve seen me play - so you know how much I enjoy it.” You shot back, triumphantly, before receding back into your seat. “It’s just, sometimes I wish that I could be someone's choice, you know?”

Wesker eyed you for a moment, pondering over his next move. He smiled as he stood up, holding his hand out to you in invitation. You looked up at him in surprise.

“May I have a dance then?” He asked

“We don’t even have any music.” You protested

“I beg to differ, you have a record player right there.” He replied, pointing at it on your tv stand. “Plus, once I move this coffee table, there’s plenty of space.”

You looked between him, the record player, and the coffee table and chuckled. “I’m not going to be able to convince you of this, am I?”

“Not even in the slightest.” He said, a smile appearing on his face once again. “So, what’s your answer?”

“Alright fine, but I get to choose the song!” You replied, placing your drink on the coffee table.

You took hold of his hand and he gently pulled you up while simultaneously picking up your cane from where it was resting on the edge of the couch, placing it under your hand before proceeding to push the coffee table out of the way. You walked around him and over to the otherside of the room, rummaging through the hefty collection of records until you found a particular one with the sleeve turned a shade of tan from its once paper white. The band on the cover were all dressed in suits, one holding an acoustic guitar with the words “The Ink Spots” over them. You pulled out the record and placed it on the player, placing the needle on the song you thought would be best for the occasion.

The tune of the guitar intro to “I Don’t Want To Set The World On Fire” began to play and Wesker chuckled, finding the song to be of choice. He walked closer to you, closing the gap, wrapping an arm around your waist and removing the cane from your hand, resting against the tv stand. He pulled you even closer to him, attempting to help you stay stabilized.

“Go ahead, step up.” He instructed

“Not afraid I won’t crush you?” You asked

“No, I’m stronger than you realize.” He said

“Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

You brought your hands up to his shoulders, holding on as he lifted you up slightly, until you were on the top of his feet. Wesker took your right hand in his and began to sway gently with you to the rhythm of the song. You held onto him tightly, getting used to the motion, trying to stay balanced against him. Wesker looked into your worried eyes, a reassuring look on his face.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you. I won’t let you fall.”

You felt the heat rise to your face at his words, as you continued to peer into his eyes. Care was not something that was always afforded to you, rarely considered a priority unless absolutely necessary. But Wesker made it a point to always look after you, with every movement, every placement of his hand on your body to ease some of the pain, doing what he could to dispel any of your worries.

You’d wondered how you’d gotten so lucky to have him in your life. Regardless, you knew one thing for sure - you didn’t want to let him go.

The two of you continued to sway to the music, growing closer and closer to each other in time, lips inches apart, gently drifting into the other until the lines were blurred. You put your hands around his neck, taking your chance to kiss him. Wesker hummed into it, pressing even closer into you, his desire pulling you in deeper.

The music stopped and you both pulled away, breath caught in your throat, heart pounding like a drum in your ear. Before he even had a chance to speak, you let go of his neck and reached out for your cane, stepping off of him. You let the other hand glide down his arm, taking his hand in yours.

Neither of you spoke, but it seemed as if Wesker had read your mind. He guided you out of the living room and into the bedroom, settling himself on the edge of the bed, moving your cane over to the side as you settled yourself in his lap, straddling over him, hands caressing his face as you peered into his eyes. He wrapped an arm around you again, his other hand placed along the edge of your hip.

“Let me know if something feels painful.” He said

“Alright.”

The two of you quickly fell back into it, lips crashing into the others, both tasting the faint hint of whiskey that was left behind on each other's tongues. Both of your hands began to wander each other, grasping and tugging the barrier of clothes away, no longer wanting to continue to stay hidden from the other.

Wesker pulled away from your lips, trailing kisses down your jaw and neck, nipping at the skin as he continued to make his way down your body, down your shoulders and to your chest. Your hands were entangled in his hair, pulling at the nape of his neck as soft moans escaped your lips. Wesker loved to hear it, knowing that it was all because of him. He encouraged it more with each whisper of praise against your skin, causing you to flush even more by the sound of his voice alone.

Wesker's hands began to roam you again, finding their place on your thighs, caressing them gently. For a man with so much power in his hands, he knew how to handle you with care, causing you to melt with ease into every touch, knowing that he wouldn’t harm you in that moment. Wesker looked up into your eyes and you could see the unspoken question swimming within them.

“I’ll be okay, you can lift me.” You stated

He smiled and pressed your chest against him, keeping a strong grip along your thighs as he picked you up and turned you around, crawling onto the bed and placing your back to the cool surface. You arched your chest back up into him in defiance of the cold, but Wesker took the opportunity to slide a pillow underneath your hips. You allowed your body to fall back down to the bed, holding him close to you for warmth. Wesker chuckled as he placed another kiss on your lips, before breaking away once again.

“Comfortable?” He asked

“Just as long as you stay close, the sheets are too cold.” You replied

“Don’t worry, they won’t stay that way for long.” He commented

You felt yourself flush again at his words, seeing a grin appear across his face, knowing he noticed it too.

“Don’t be shy with me now.” He said

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulled him closer.

“Just shut up and kiss me, please.” You begged

Wesker wasn’t one to refuse when you asked so nicely. He did as you asked, planting his lips on yours again before trailing down your body, causing your stifled groan to erupt into a soft laugh at the sensation of his soft lips grazing across the sensitive skin along your sides and stomach.

“Where are you going?” You asked

“I think you already know where.” He replied, settling himself towards the edge of the bed, right in between your thighs.

Wesker trailed kisses along the soft skin of your thighs, his eyes watching you as your breath began to deepen, feeling you relax into his hands as his lips finally met their destination. His hot breath danced across you as his lips connected with your sensitive skin, tongue twirling along the length of you, coercing all of his favorite sounds from you.

Your hands gripped onto the sheets as he continued to pleasure you, his name pouring past your lips in whispered moans, filling him with a sense of pride, knowing that he was the only one that could make you feel like this. Wesker continued to do what he knew best, drawing you closer and closer with each movement, each stroke of his tongue, of his lips. He listened to you, learned what you did and didn’t like, taking care to note how your moms ebbed and flowed like a river out of you with each and every change.

It was like music to his ears, a song he never wanted to end.

Your hands began to search for him, needing to touch him. You entangled your hands in his hair, grip growing tighter as you began to grind yourself into his mouth, feeling his moans vibrating against your skin.

Your breath grew quicker as you came closer to losing yourself, completely absorbed in chasing your own high, in complete disregard of every other sensation.

Something Wesker noticed.

He tapped your hip, causing you to let go of his hair. He released you from his mouth, moving over you to see the confused, pained look on your face. You had pushed yourself too hard.

“Dearheart, you know you were supposed to tell me.” He said

“I wasn’t thinking about it.” You replied, eyes slamming shut. “Shit!”

Wesker rolled over to your side, helping remove the pillow from below you. He then wrapped his arm around your waist and gently pulled you close to him, allowing your back to rest against his chest. You pulled the pillow back, this time placing it in between your legs, relieving some of the painful pressure. Wesker placed a kiss on your shoulder, gathering your attention once again.

“Do you want to continue?” He asked

“Yes.”

“Then I need you to communicate with me.” He said

“I will.” You replied, “I promise.”

He planted another kiss, this time on your neck.

“Good.”

Wesker reached behind him, over to the drawer. He fumbled around with it until he was able to get out the bottle of lube, proceeding to apply it liberally where needed before lining himself up to you and sliding in.

You held your breath as the sensation of him slowly easing in, feeling him stretch you out. Once he was as far as he could go, he placed his hand on your hip, waiting for the okay. You rested your head back against him and whispered -

“I’m alright. You can go ahead.”

His pace started out slow as he waded through the waters of your pain tolerance, watching what once was a grimace of suffering turned into the face of pleasure once again. That’s when he quickened his pace, snapping his hips into yours harder as his desire for you pulled at him, chasing his own pleasure with you.

“You feel so good dearheart.” He whispered, snaking his hand away from your hips and between your legs.

His praise almost sent you over the edge, his hand helping you closer to you. You placed your own over his, guiding him to stroke you just the way you liked.

“I’m okay, just please don’t stop.” You begged, “I’m so close.”

You felt your heart pounding harder in your chest and your breath grew quicker, drawing out with each movement of his hand, his hips, every moan and word of praise that escaped past his lips, entangling with your own. It didn’t take much longer before you felt yourself unravel under his careful touch, meddling and blurring every line of your body with his. Weskers followed quickly in line with you, unable to contain himself for much longer.

The two of you laid there together for a moment, recollecting yourself as you came back down from it all. You turned your head, looking up at him.

“I’m sorry, I got carried away.” You said

“It’s okay, that’s why I look after you too.” He replied, “why don’t we get cleaned up?”

You nodded and he got up off of the bed, placing his arms under your back and legs, allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck before he proceeded to pick you up and carry you away into the bathroom.

Once inside, he settled you down on the edge of the tub, proceeding to get the shower ready. When the water was warm enough, he helped you in, allowing you to sit on your shower stool in front of him, proceeding to help the other clean up between lingering kisses. When you were both finished with the shower and dried off, Wesker picked you back up again, carrying you back to bed with him.

Wesker pulled you into his arms, holding you close against his chest as you snuggled up close to him, enveloped in his warmth, melting into him as sleep began to overtake you.

“Goodnight, Wesker.” You whispered

Wesker leaned down, pressing a kiss on top of your head, a gentle smile on his face.

“Goodnight, dearheart.”

Author’s Notes: The original version of this super self indulgent fic came from a Leon x oc fic I wrote forever ago. Since I’ve deleted that one, I wanted to remake and improve a specific chapter from it, because I personally loved it, just not with those characters any more. I’ve written some disabled smut in the past with Chris, Leon, Jill, Carlos, and even Heisenberg, so I’ve rewritten this with one of my other favorites - Wesker. I hope y’all enjoyed it!

#spicy writing: albert wesker #albert wesker #stars wesker #albert wesker x you #wesker x reader #wesker x you #dbd wesker #dead by daylight wesker #albert wesker x reader #wesker #resident evil x reader #resident evil x you #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil fic #Albert wesker x gn reader #Albert wesker x male reader

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ask-leon-skennedy-dbd · 1 year

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leon, are you aware of the uhm- romance between Leon and Wesker?

“Oh… No I was not aware..”

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redstainedheart · 10 months

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Process :)

#wesker #artists on tumblr #procreate #albert wesker #resident evil wesker #dbd wesker #dead by daylight wesker #dead by daylight #Dbd #fanart #fan art #resident evil

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sanamustdie · 10 months

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"babe are you ok? you’ve barely sexualized your irredeemable fucked up evil villain guy today"

#albert wesker #i need to absord him #my art ( ͡ᵔ ͜ʖ ͡ᵔ)#resident evil #(ゝ。∂)☆#digital art #digital painting #doodle #sketch #re5 fanart #wesker fanart #resident evil 5 #re wesker #dead by daylight wesker

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klutzygutsi · 2 years

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He's here to play for more than 7 minutes ~ ♥ - 'The Obsession' series, NR: 04

#resident evil wesker #albert wesker #dbd wesker #dead by daylight wesker #resident evil albert wesker #resident evil art #resident evil #dbd art #dbd killer #my art #re wesker

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grnherbs · 11 months

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#dr wesker #wesker #albert wesker #resident evil albert wesker #resident evil wesker #dead by daylight wesker #s.t.a.r.s wesker

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burnedwriter · 11 months

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Ehem... may I request a mini drabble fic.. of ftm trans masc reader x wesker face sitting~ reader is insecure on the down stairs region and wesker wants to make them feel less insecure 😉🫠👀

A/n: sorry for taking so long with replying to your ask,i had to do some research and ask some of my trans friends to help me write this fic(huge props to them),I decided to write the smut scene in kinda gender neutral language since the reader can be at any point of their transition,anyways hope you enjoy!

warnings:smut mixed with comfort,tans masc!reader,face sitting,petnames.

''is there something bothering you my dear?'' wesker said.Nothing could escape this man's gaze.He studied your behaviour and every move you did throught the week seeing that you werent acting like your usual self.It made him think what might be the reason you are acting this way.He thought to himself was this the right time to confront you about it?Seeing you lay on the couch reading your book it was very prominent in your face that something was occuping your thought as Wesker stood at your feet.

''yes..''you finally admitted to him,closing your book and placing it on the table next to you as you sit up leaving some room on the couch for wesker to sit down next to you.

''Did someone harm you,my dear?,i can take care of them,just let me know who it is...''he said with his usual serious tone as he sat down next to you.

''Wesker it's fine,no one is to blame its just....''you tried to reasure him that everythng was fine,but a man like albert he was not buying it.

''Do you love me Albert?every part of me?even if im different?''you said feeling a sense of relief as you finally admitted your deepest insecurity.Giving him a hint of how you felt about yourself.The small silence filling your body with anxiety as you see wesker not responding,expecting a negative respose but instead you heard him say something that was really rare coming from his mouth.

''let me show you how much i love you''he said,it was one of the few times he showed genuine passion breaking his usual cold demeanor and showed his vulnurable side catching you off guard since it was really out of his character.After that you really dont know how things turned out the way they did,everything moved so swiftly that your brain couldnt comprehend what just happened.

Now sitting on Wesker's face ,your legs on either side of his head.Taking his time with you showing you how much not only loved you but apprecieting your beauty,bitting on your inner thigh before moving up leaving a trail of bite marks.His tongue skillfully touching all the right places,building up the pool of heat that started to form in your lower abdomen,ready to snap at any moment as your breathing became slower and more dagged out.

''Albert~,im close~''you moaned loudly your voice quivering as you dag your nails into the couch,his strong arms keeping you in place from moving or losing your balance as Wesker continued to use his skillful tongue pushing you over the edge,your whole body shook,your mind going blank destroying any insecurity you had for your body as you reach the finish like,climaxing all over wesker's mouth.Once you reached your climax Wesker's arm were locked around your thighs in a firmer grip,as he saw that you were about to get off of him.

''Where are you going?I m not done showing you my love yet''

#resident evil x reader #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil x you #resident evil x transmasc!reader #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker x you #albert wesker smut #albert wesker x transmasc!reader #wesker x reader #dead by daylight wesker

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