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virologikal · 2 days

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𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 @judasiskariot requested: ship: Chris && Wesker (S.T.A.R.S. era) ⸻ 22: ﹝…in a rush of adrenaline﹞

With late summer well on the way, the streets of Raccoon City seemed more reminiscent of a cauldron, reflective surfaces of towering office buildings in the city proper only intensifying the heat, causing the air to flicker even in the late afternoon hours. Fortunate citizens elected to remain in their air-conditioned homes, while others took refuge in the recently opened swimming area at the Mendez River Docks. Children swarmed the Cafés in hopes of some quickly depleting ice cream, and fans were sold out everywhere, as notices plastered all over the city shopping area declared.

Still, none of it could compare to the heat of their breaths exchanged in much-too-close proximity as they stood, pressed against each other in spite of their layers of tactical equipment and cloth sticking to their damp skin, in an alleyway a few blocks away from the R.C.P.D.

It was dangerous, and stupid, yet alluring - a combination most enticing despite the risk it posed.

Wesker could hear the quickened breath, could feel it brush against his own lips while the both of them remained in stasis, a moment frozen in time as ocean blue observed amber from behind the security of shaded glass; calculating and studying as he always did, especially with Chris. The younger man had fascinated him from the moment he set foot into the S.T.A.R.S. office, and only kept pulling him in with easy smiles and boyish charm, a lighthearted stubbornness tethering him to his Captain as it seemed. Carefully testing boundaries and pushing buttons for the mere sake of curiosity needing satiation, their dance having already lasted numerous months, moth to flame, flame to moth.

Mere moments before, their team had ended their monthly training parkour, leading them through the Arklay Forest, down the trail and around the south of Raccoon City, past the university and across the circular river to the end point. Along the way, they faced various mock-encounters to prepare for actual emergencies. By the end of it, every single one of them was out of breath, sweating and, some of them, cursing.

It wasn’t unusual for Chris to stroll along back to the R.C.P.D. with Wesker, idly chatting away or trying to glean some personal information by prodding the older man with questions, but this time the blond could tell there was something else on his point-man’s mind.

Having spent as much time together on - and off - duty as they had, it became increasingly easy for Wesker to identify certain thought patterns in the other, especially when it came to him wanting to be inappropriately close in public. The hope of distracting the brunet and seizing the upperhand in all situations had long since been abandoned as Chris proved to only be spurred on when being told no, and thus gears had been shifted to enticing the other with secrecy.

The thrill of it seemed to work wonders, thankfully enough, and ensured at least a modicum of safety for Wesker, who found himself distracted more often than he had liked from the reality of their escapisms being not only dangerous for both their careers (as much as his was a farce, he still took pride in it), but also for his charade. And it certainly didn’t make things easier when it came to planning his desertion from Umbrella in the upcoming months.

A gentle touch from soft lips catching his lower one in a playful attempt to bring forth a reaction snapped Wesker from his train of thoughts, an involuntary shiver sliding down his back causing a tensing of his shoulders, while the other one’s hands reached to remove obtrusive shades from the bridge of his nose, tucking them away carefully in his breast pocket without breaking eye contact.

Narrowing his eyes briefly in the low light, Wesker reached, fingers of one hand curling around Chris’ chin, feeling the stubble under his tips as he tilted his head slowly, his eyes with no expression, not betraying the hunger and want he had felt all day while watching the other exert himself in the summer heat. Still their hearts pounded an unforgiving beat against their chests, blood rushing through their veins and dusting the younger one’s cheeks red, only noticeable by the analytic gaze of blue eyes never missing a detail despite the sinking sun’s glow upon their skin.

Words were considered for a brief moment as Wesker weighed the thought of teasing the other further, and by doing so inviting a chance to move their entanglement to his apartment, but when his lips parted, he could feel Chris’ body move against his in a sudden, unexpectedly strong motion, pushing up towards him despite fingers holding his chin, even ignoring the reflexive, warning pressure Wesker applied.

Hardly as composed as the blond was, Chris clearly had no patience for games and no thoughts left for any danger of possible exposure as his fingers curled into what little cloth of his Captain’s shirt he could grasp to pull him closer, lips pressing in unexpected desperation against his mouth and, when smoothed against each other, releasing a soundless sigh Wesker swallowed. Just when he thought he had successfully mastered the adrenaline coursing through his veins, Chris ignited the cinders again, fanning the fire like he always did, being the harbinger of unwise decisions Wesker was certain he would eventually regret one day.

Momentarily, however, he allowed himself to indulge, his hand releasing the other’s chin and grabbing his neck instead, fingernails digging into smooth skin before sliding up into soft hair where they curled and grabbed, tugging hard enough to bring forth an exquisite sound, muffled only by their sealed lips.

Intent on taking back control of the situation, he proceeded to part warm and soft lips with his tongue, too impatient and greedy to take his time, but finding Chris pliant and welcoming.

Wesker was no fool - he knew the implications of their actions, his actions, but found himself unable to resist all the same. Still, one of these days he would have to end whatever it was they had.

Unless he could convince Chris to follow him.

#⸻ ⨯ 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 ⇨ 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝.#⸻ ⨯ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏: 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐫 / 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 #⸻ ⨯ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞 #// skeak-a-doodled this into my fanfic verse because why not :3c #// thanks for sending this in! I also love a lot of those prompts - so much you can do with them :>#// as for my fav ships - I am pretty much open to any and all tbh. My all time fav is ofc chrisker. But I also love exploring -#// Chris && Forest . Sherry && Jake . Wes && Leon are super interesting too #chrisker #chris redfield #albert wesker #resident evil #resident evil fanfic #resident evil drabble #re drabble #re fanfic

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unnerving-presence · 1 year

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i’ve never been so attracted to a genuinely attractive man in my life until i saw wesker

dude broke the curse of me liking the ‘ugly’ bitches of resident evil/dbd

#simp time #but he’s so genuinely attractive holy fuck #not even like #that he’s a monstrosity but it’s ok bc i like monsters #or that he’s not conventionally attractive but i like that shit anyways #like an actually attractive dude that other people can go ‘yeah he’s good looking’ even if they aren’t attracted to him #he’s just hot #wesker how dare you #i’m supposed to be the one who likes the ‘ugly’ ass fuckers #i love wesker i love wesker i love wesker #i’m too far deep yall this hyperfixation gon last another 3-4 months #if i’m lucky another year because i love resident evil i do far too much research for my own good #ever since nemesis came out in dbd i’ve been like 😳😳😳 for resident evil #so thanks bhvr you’ve given me a great gift

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moodyspoodys · 1 year

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One time a Wesker really wanted me dead, all it took was a few flashbangs (I was guilty as charged)

#leon s kennedy #albert wesker #dead by daylight #dbd #coldwind farm #this wesker was MAD #face camped me well #i don't blame him honestly #but that double flashbang save was too tempting to let it go #sorry to all wesker mains i love yall #moodyspoodys #comic #fanart #own art

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apllecrash · 9 months

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soo... seven minutes?

#albert wesker #resident evil #resident evil wesker #resident evil 5 #you won't believe what I played :)#re5 wesker #I also finished re6... love resident games too much

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cry4nne · 2 months

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#albert wesker #would you love me if i were a worm #art #my art #fanart #resident evil #RE fanart #resident evil fanart #comic #comics

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s-dei · 6 months

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Chris Redfield can't understand this life

#resident evil #biohazard #chris redfield #albert wesker #chrisker #xleon #nemestine #2023 #that's just a joke running in my spaces #and we love it so much #i also love to troll chris #i'm into complicated relationship with him #it was also a day before we fell for chrisker #so... haha #jokes always lead you to unexpected place.

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entreri · 8 months

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Albert Wesker in Resident Evil 4 Remake: Separate Ways

#resident evil 4 #albert wesker #resident evil 4 remake #separate ways #re4edit #re4redit #gamingedit #reviledit #residenteviledit #vgedit #videogameedit #dailygaming #my gif #re4r*#alright capcom well done you've reawakened my love for him #now give me the code veronica and re5 remakes please #i need more wesker

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lightsintheskye · 2 years

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All I’ve cared about this week is resident evil

#I love all the even numbers yes even six I am sorry god #resident evil #leon kennedy #albert wesker #re4 #re2 remake #re2 #biohazard

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itsweskintime · 2 years

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Some cursed resident evil images I drew..

Thanks so much for 150 followers!!! You have no idea how much this means to me 😭❤️

another one for the win

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felix-krain · 10 months

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First time as killer on dbd experience

#dead by daylight #dbd #albert wesker #I’m sorry for this shitty doodle it manifested in my mind I had to post it #it was funny as hell btw #I was playing with friends and couldn’t find them for the love of god #half the match was me wandering mindlessly around the map #ahahahahahaha #‘I’ll just take a walk ig…’ <- me after losing sight of the survivors for the 10th time #dbd chronicles

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raz0rvampire · 9 days

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Me and bro

#art #my art #digital art #resident evil #resident evil fanart #Albert Wesker #Wesker #chrisker #chris redfield #wesker x chris #procreate #I love them so much #HEHEHEHEHE

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weskie · 6 days

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O Captain, My Captain! (Albert Wesker x gn!Reader)

18+ | 2100 words, dubcon, gunpoint blow job, sex fantasies, gender neutral reader, wesker being a little shit but somehow still a lil soft | Fic Directory

original request

You always were his favorite. So smart and perceptive, sharp and witty. Of course you would be the one to find him first. It almost pained him to devastate you in such a way. To see the way your face fell when those words left his mouth.

“I’ve always been with Umbrella.”

The way you whispered his title in disbelief when he pointed his gun at you was… perplexing. He figured you’d have one of your usual wise-cracks to chuck at him. Instead you–

“I trusted you, I–” You quiver, staring down the barrel that could spell your undoing in a mere flash. Your eyes dart back and forth between him and the tank containing the Tyrant. “Please don’t kill me…”

Beautiful, isn’t it? Wesker thinks to himself. He wonders what you must think of his good work. What you must think of everything.

Deep down, he doesn’t want to do this. In fact, it had been his plan to grab you before death could take you in some twisted form or another. You were the only one he wasn’t keen to place in this experiment. He fully intended to run off with you in his arms, play the hero, whisk you away to safety and maybe finally allow some of his affections free to make an attempt at something more. You weren’t supposed to find him.

You’ve certainly dashed his plans. So what now?

“I’ll do anything!”

Of that, he’s certain. Most people staring down the barrel of a gun would say the same. Perhaps…

Now that’s a thought.

“Anything?” He asks with a cock of his head. “And just what could you do for me, my dear?” The corner of his mouth twitches in a small smirk as the term of endearment hits you. He saunters forward, handgun still trained on you. Little do you know he’d clicked the safety on before raising it toward you to begin with.

It’s precious how you shiver under his gaze. Like you know exactly what he’s thinking, or you’re at least partly aware of it.

This situation has obviously ruined his plans to pursue you once the dust had settled. Perhaps he should take what he can get now while he’s got the opportunity. Sure there’s terror in your eyes, but he’s seen the way you looked at him before. The glint in your gaze, the pining glances and shy smiles. Wesker was no fool.

But he is an opportunist.

“I don’t kno–”

“Oh, but I think you do.” He purrs, pressing the muzzle under your chin to force you to look right into his eyes. He glides his thumb across your lower lip, tongue peaking out to wet his own. “Ah, ah… Don’t squirm. You wouldn’t want my finger to slip, would you?” It isn’t even on the trigger. He smiles sweetly as you take a breath to still yourself. “That’s it, sweetheart. Very good.”

You’re adorable like this. Eyes wide, lower lip quivering beneath the pad of his thumb. Wesker leans forward until his lips are next to your ear.

“I want you on your knees, my dear. Think of it like a new training exercise– just you and me.” His breaths fan against the shell of your ear, words shocking your eyes even wider. He can hear you gulp in anticipation before you start to descend. “Show your Captain what you can do, hm?” The sight alone has him twitching in his pants. He’d never admit to the overflowing excitement in watching you kneel before him, knowing full well he was about to have you in a way he’s only dreamt of. God, the thoughts he’s had of you– the way he’s come apart at mere fantasies all because of you…

His breath stutters as you work him free from his pants, halting entirely when you grasp his cock and stroke. He can feel the tremble in your grip, so he smooths his free hand through your hair to coax you to relax. He nudges you forward gently.

He knows you can’t see his eyes behind the lenses of his glasses, but he almost wishes you could. If you could only see the exhilaration in his eyes coupled with the lack of genuine hostility, maybe you wouldn’t be so afraid of the gun in his right hand. Maybe you’d know it was all for show to keep you from getting any bright ideas. And fuck, he could’ve dropped the damned thing the second your tongue grazed the underside of his tip. It’s been so long since he’s been touched by another; he never has the time to even consider it with his double-triple-agent life. It’s almost embarrassing how sensitive he is to the warm wetness of your tongue.

But he needs more.

His fingers curl in your hair to pull you nearer– his signal for you to open wide and take him. He releases a shuddering breath when your lips wrap around him, descending nice and slow. The sensation of you sucking him is simply beyond words, completely and utterly tantalizing in the way it combines with the hot drag of your tongue.

A soft moan works past his lips when that pesky gag reflex of yours makes your throat clamp deliciously around him. He doesn’t let you pull off. He can’t drop the facade quite yet– can’t be too gentle lest you get any stupid ideas.

“Ah, ah… Hold it.” He breathes, fingers gripping tighter in your hair, pushing your head down. “That’s it, dear…” For all of your sputtering below, you manage to resist the need to release him by the time he finally jerks you back.

He gives you a minute to gasp desperately before pressing the gun to your temple. Your eyes flutter open as if you'd forgotten the lingering threat. Your pupils are blown and the way you squirm is all too obvious.

He knew you'd like this.

Somewhere, deep past that layer of fear, there was a part of you so aroused by this that you couldn’t help but let it affect you. Maybe, with his cock down your throat, you realized that this was what you’d always wanted too. That all those sweet little looks you’d hide when he’d turn your way weren’t for nothing. That your lust for your Captain was coming to fruition in an unorthodox way that was still just as delicious as whatever sinful thoughts you’ve kept of him all this time.

“I'm impressed. But you can do better for me, can’t you?” Wesker’s eyes roll when you dive back in of your own accord, suckling and swirling the tip in a way that screams more than mere survival instinct. It takes no time at all for him to give in and start with slow thrusts into your mouth. Paired with the way he controls the bobbing of your head makes it truly like heaven itself. Wesker could damn well forget everything– where he was, all that had happened, even the Tyrant mere feet away meant nothing right now. Your little gags and chokes around his shaft ring like music to his ears, drowning out the hum of machinery preserving his subject, echoing in his mind to wash away every scream he’s heard since this mission began.

There’s just this.

Just you and him.

“That’s– mmh, that’s it!” Wesker’s breaths grow heavier by the second and he presses the muzzle harder to your temple, wordlessly demanding that you keep up with those wicked glides of your tongue, keep swallowing his cock, keep fucking taking him.

His mask begins to slip with every weakening moan that was never meant to make it past his lips until finally– fucking finally– he holsters that damned gun and grips your head with his other hand, hips rolling until that familiar tightening sensation grows and grows and your name chokes breathlessly from his lips. With one last sharp thrust, Wesker buries himself to the base, hands pulling your face flush to his groin as he paints your throat with his release. His thighs quake and he can just barely register your hands grasping to still him.

He tries so hard to be quiet and maintain that perfect decorum of his, but it’s useless to try. Not when he’s balls deep in your mouth, not when he knows he’s claimed you from the inside out. He’s thought of this too many times. Of how he’d have loved to have you on your knees under his desk back in his office. You’d suck him just as sweetly as you’ve done now, one hand stroking the base of his cock while the other smooths up and down his leg. He’d let you get him close– so fucking close. He’d let you get him right on the brink of losing himself and then kick away in his swivel chair and fuck you senseless on the desk. He wouldn’t even care if the rest of the team could hear the sweet sounds you sing for him. He’d fill you over and over again until his come leaks from you. He’d kneel down and eat you clean just so he could fill you all over again.

Every fantasy flashes in his mind as the throbbing bliss tapers away. This absolutely cannot be the last time he has you.

It won’t be.

Wesker pulls out slowly, staring down intently to watch every inch slip free. His thumbs wipe away at your tear tracks before kneeling to your level.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” He asks as if he hadn’t just put you in an impossible situation and made you think your only way out was to let him fuck your mouth. He smiles at you, though, try as he might, he can’t quite manage that same wicked smirk he’d given you earlier. The facade has faded, and he’s back to the same old Captain Wesker who used to hide his smiles at your quips. The same one who now feels the tiniest pang of guilt at how spooked and used you look.

There's one last thing he needs from this moment. He couldn't possibly let it pass him by knowing he may never have the chance again. And, if he's lucky, you'll understand every unspoken word.

Wesker leans forward, hands cupping your face to bring you into a kiss that was far from the depravity he'd shown you mere moments ago. Your squeak of shock is swallowed by him, and it's the perfect opportunity to wiggle his tongue into your mouth and explore to his heart's content– pleased to no end when you reciprocate.

“You've always been,” he pants between wet pecks to your lips, “my favorite of the bunch.” One of your arms loops around his neck, and that’s when it hits him.

Cold steel presses beneath his jaw and he smiles against you, proud beyond measure that you'd pulled one over on him so easily.

“Still trust me?” He asks.

“Should I?” You counter, panting softly against him. He can see the way doubt blends with belief. You’re the picture perfect specimen of indecision and he would just love to see your reaction to this…

“Go on. Pull.” Wesker murmurs. “Trust your Captain.”

When you make not even so much as a twitch to flinch from what you’d expect to be an exceptionally loud mess, he grasps your hand, finger creeping over yours to direct it onto the trigger.

How peculiar that, much like he’d done, you hadn’t even put it on there.

You look at him with wide eyes for the hundredth time since you found him, suddenly looking much more terrified than when he’d first aimed it at you.

“Wesker, I–”

Click.

You flinch for nothing, and Wesker simply gives you a smug grin as he watches you realize you were never truly in danger. You run through a variety of emotions. Anger, betrayal, disbelief, acceptance…

“What's wrong, my dear?” Wesker purrs, taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “You didn’t think I’d actually kill you, did you?”

The look on your face elicits a deep, amused chuckle.

“Foolish. I suppose you’ll need to be made to understand just how deep my appreciation for you goes, hm?” With his free hand, he removes his gun from your grasp before pushing you slowly onto your back. Your chest heaves in anticipation, though you lack that deer-in-the-headlights look from earlier.

Good.

Wesker removes his glasses, placing them on your head to rest against your hair.

“Remember,” he whispers, leaning down to nibble at the side of your neck. “Trust your Captain.”

#albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker fanfiction #albert wesker x you #wesker x reader #wesker x you #resident evil #dead by daylight #dbd #request #i hope this is good lol #i do apologize that this took so long to write #its been a stressful ass life these last few weeks but DAMN i love this prompt

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nekrosdolly · 6 months

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gentle (18+)

hello! i was kind of stumbling through this so im worried it might not be good! like always, criticism is welcome ˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚

cw; dubcon due to non-verbal consent, re1 wesker, marriage/long term relationship implied, domestic fluff, tooth-rotting fluff not gonna lie, afab reader, soft dom wesker, clitoral stimulation, he's obsessed with you, praise (reader receiving), temperature difference cus he's a human icicle, creampie (x1), a bit of a breeding kink, very lovey and soft wesker

petnames (reader received); dearest, my dove, darling, dearheart, little dove, good girl, sweet thing, greedy girl

albert's gentle with you because he still has his humanity intact. sure, he's not completely sane either, but he doesn't want to drive you away. without uroboros or even the prototype virus, he's strong, and intimidating. his military training has hardened him, and he's tired of being stern and strict at both jobs.

to initiate, he'll typically come to you while you're both winding down for the night. maybe you're patting your face dry after washing it and he comes in the bathroom to hold you from behind. you set the towel aside and acknowledge his presence with a simple "hello, my love," and a small smile. your hands come up to

"hi, dearest," he murmurs, his hand coasting along your abdomen and up to settle on your sternum, pressing you back against his chest so you're flush.

"you're gorgeous," he says between kisses down your neck, his voice a little lower. despite his cold hands, he never fails to make you feel warm in your gut, the subtle purr of arousal making your blood flow south. you're blushing something fierce, making eye contact with him through the mirror. he does tower over you some. you can feel his erection against the small of your back, your own arousal heightening. the hand on his sternum moves to cup your breast, thumbing over your nipple so he can watch how your breathing changes, how your heart beats faster and your face flushes red.

he's so in love with you it almost hurts. he loves the way you press your ass back against him, grinding as an attempt to soothe the ache in your cunt. the ache that only he could ever cause, no less, in the few years you've been together. his other hand finds its way into your underwear, fingers cold but deft as he dips them between your wettened folds to gather the sticky fluid and circle your pulsing clit. you become putty in his arms, your hands practically useless at your sides. your knees turn to jelly, little whines of satisfaction leaving you.

"so, so gorgeous." he croons, the hand cupping your breast simply kneading as he rubs your clit with two cold fingers. he's a sucker for praising you, truthfully, and he loves the way you become red in the face. your face is hot, his dull blue eyes boring holes in your own. it's as though the eye contact makes him more excited, even if the look in his eyes is bone-chilling. his breath is warm against your neck, words of praise and love leaving his pale lips. he presses down a bit more firmly on your clit, his fingers moving quicker to bring you closer to your release. your moans grow louder, your legs threatening to crumble beneath you.

when you do cum, he talks you through it. your hands scramble to grab the edge of the bathroom countertop, your knees buckling under you from the force of your orgasm. your vision is starry at the peak

"i'm here, my dove. lean on me, darling. that's it. you did so well for me, didn't you? yes, you did. my wonderful girl." he murmurs, retracting his hand from your underwear as he peppers kisses to your cheek as you recover. he licks his fingers clean of your cum and strokes your hair with his clean hand, waiting for you to be able to stand again. when you're steady again you tap his arm and he lets you go.

he washes his hands and starts his own nightly routine. you perch yourself on the bathroom countertop and watch him, your head and heart muddled with love and a bit of residual pleasure. every now and then his eyes wander over to you, the subtlest of smiles tugging at the corners of his mouth. you'll run a hand through his hair as he rubs his moisturizer in (he takes care of his skin you can't tell me otherwise), your nails gently scratching the base of his head.

"your hair is getting long." you murmur, playing with the whispy ends.

"too long, dear?" suddenly, he's a bit self-conscious. what if his hair is too long and you decide you hate it? maybe you'll decide that one day, you don't like him anymore. maybe you already have? nervous and trying to hide it, his gaze returns to his own face.

"no, not too long. you could definitely pull off longer hair if you wanted to give it a try." you let your hand drop into your lap and he nods, feeling conflicted and honestly very silly. regardless, he leans over and pecks your lips. his timidity is rare, exceedingly so for a man like him, and it only ever pops up around you. like you're the only one who can get in his head, make him squirm. he may not admit it, but you are.

"good to know. thank you, darling." he takes your hand and helps you off of the bathroom counter, that same hand slipping to the small of your back as the two of you walk to bed. you have other plans.

you make that apparent when you sit at the edge of your king-sized mattress, black sheets crinkling slightly, and look up at him. it's clear that you want something. he raises an eyebrow at you.

"what's this, dear?" he cups your jaw with one hand and strokes your hair with the other. icy eyes roam your own for an answer, but to no avail.

"you didn't get yours earlier." you push his hands away and for a moment he looks offended. his expression falters when you grab his hips and kiss his lower abdomen, just above the waistband of his boxers. he sputters, taking a step back when you reach for his boxers, his hands raising in what seems like defense..

"darling, that's not necessary." he insists, but the way you're looking at him makes his blood roar in his ears, his heart thump faster in his chest. you grab his hands instead and pull him close again. you move back on the bed and pull him with you, gentle like you're guiding him.

hesitant, he crawls on top of you.

"are you sure?" he asks, eyes roaming over you in your cute your hands cup his cheeks, your gaze warm as it roams his face. his cheeks are tinted pink, one of his hands runs over your stomach and along your waist. he hooks his thumb under your silk sleep shirt and slowly pulls it up past your chest. he glances up at you, then at your tits as he cups them. he tweaks one nipple as he ducks his head down to lap and suckle at the other.

your whines, spilling from you so easily, are his favorite noise to draw from you. a dull throb in your clit draws your attention, the familiar ache in your pussy returning with a vengeance and you attempt to clench your thighs together in hopes to mute it. you'd like to hurry, but albert hates being rushed. you know that more than anyone, that he'll take his time with you like you were a painting and absorb every detail.

you tug on his hair, adamant and desperate to get him inside of you to soothe the ache that's only worsening the longer you're without something to fill you. he pulls back upon your request

"al, darling, please." he kisses you in the gentle way he always does, the hand on your waist cupping your cheek. when he breaks away, he looks conflicted. he does want to make you happy- that's all he ever wants to do for you- but he's tempted to drag this out for as long as possible.

"alright, dear. in a moment, just be patient. i know you can." he pecks your lips again, quick and sweet and undeniably hungry. his cock is painfully hard in the thin confines of his boxers, aching to be inside you the way you need him to be.

"lift your hips, little dove." he's met with obedience and he works your pajama bottoms off, a hungry smile on his lips the moment he sees the wet spot on the gusset of your panties. his cock twitches at the sight, aches to feel those walls clench and flutter around him. he slides your panties down to your ankles, then pulls his boxers off. he hooks your legs around his waist, pulling you flush with him

"honey," you whine softly as he leans down to kiss you, simultaneously teasing your slickened cunt with the tip of his cock, a soft grunt escaping him. slowly, he presses the tip in your tight, warm entrance. you whine against his lips as he moans against yours, your weeping pussy sucking him in so nicely.

"so perfect. your cunt was made for me." he murmurs when he breaks the kiss, fully hilted inside you. with how big he is, his cock kisses the tip of your cervix and stretches you out thoroughly. you flutter around him at the praise, even more when he starts thrusting with a gentle desperation only you draw out of him. your head spins, feeling so full and yet craving more at the same time.

the heat on your cheeks matches his own. he's always been such a blushy mess when it comes to missionary, but can you blame him? the expression you make with your eyes half-lidded, lips parted in pleasure, your brows furrowed. his hands find your waist, his cold fingers gripping you tight. the velvet walls of your cunt do things to his head, makes all reasoning go out the window as he pumps his cock into you faster and faster, sacrificing all need to be gentle. though surprised at this, you love it. a similar fog fills your head and your hands move to his back, your nails digging into his skin hard when he wraps an arm around your waist, angling your hips differently.

"that's it, take it all like the good girl you are." he croons, his eyes locked on your face as he angles his hips to brush his cock against that spongy spot amongst velvet walls. you visbly light up with pleasure when he does, your nails breaking the skin of his back by mistake. you know he's only going slow to drag this out, but with the way he's bullying your cunt, you don't know how long you're going to last. each thrust fogs your mind more until you're a moaning, whimpering mess for him. you tighten around him, trying to take more despite him being balls deep already.

"such a greedy girl, my sweet thing… you're going to cum, aren't you?" you nod meekly, biting your bottom lip harder when he thumbs your clit, nearly drawing blood.

"words, dearest. use your words for me." he slows his thumb down to gentle strokes, his cold skin against yours making you hypervigilant of his touch.

"m'gonna cum- i-is that okay? can i?" you struggle to get your words out, interrupted by small gasps of your own as he pistons his cock into the spongy bundle of nerves within you.

he's smiling to himself, enjoying how eager and sweet you are, despite the circumstances. he's close himself, only disguising it until you get yours.

"go on, sweet girl, cum for me." he circles your clit faster once more, causing you to fall apart at the seams. your orgasm is intense, your hips spasming in the desperate chase for more of the white-hot ecstasy running through your blood. you feel hot at your peak, a cry of his name leaving your irritated and puffy lips, before you relax with the comedown. being the good lover he is, he coaxes you through it with soft words and gentle touches.

"that's it, pretty girl. my perfect girl. i love you."

"i love you too." you manage to say despite your hazy state, a weak smile on your pretty lips.

he wraps your legs around his waist as he cages you in with his arms on either side of your head, kissing you slowly so you're not overwhelmed. you're a mess of nothing but your own slick, his cock buried deep inside you. the lower half of his abdomen is drenched with your cum, dripping down his pelvis and thighs. your legs are unsteady and wobbly, shaking in their place.

"al," you break the kiss. the restraint he's showing is visible on his face, especially in the way he's furrowing his eyebrows, "keep going if you need to. i can take it, i promise." he nods, though worried about hurting you somehow. he likes this position much more- he's already close as is, and all he can think about is filling your womb with his kids.

he doesn't speak as he starts thrusting into you again, quick and precise yet surprisingly harsh movements into your overly sensitive cunt. and yet you're still so wet for him, your cunt weeping for more. you can hardly think, let alone tell him how good you feel.

he kisses you hard, his cum filling you up so nicely, you'll be thinking about it for days. he groans against your lips, licking into your mouth. the familiar taste of tobacco from his tongue, his seed inside you, the remnants of his colonge flooding your senses, all overwhelming you. your heart flutters. he breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours as he recovers.

"are you okay, dearheart?" he brings a hand up to fix your shirt and kisses the corners of your lips. tired, yet content, you nod softly and kiss him again. he hums quietly and cups your cheek, his mind still a touch fuzzy. the blush from his cheeks has yet to fade, and likely won't for another hour.

one hand on your waist squeezes you and he pulls back from the kiss to pull out of you, then get off the bed. he grabs you a fresh pair of underwear and pajama pants for himself. he steps into the pants while you sit up and take the underwear from him to put on.

"you know i love you, right?" you say as the two of you lie down, his strong hands pulling you flush against his chest with your back facing him.

"i know, dove. i love you just as much." he wraps an arm around your waist, getting comfortable as the big spoon. tired, he lets his eyes flutter shut. you pull the sheets up and over the two of you, hiking them up to your waist, then follow suit in closing your eyes,

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Can we know wesker, leon, chris and jake's reaction(hcs) to fem s/o wearing a short skirt? 😳

*screams*

Rating: 18+

TWs: fem!reader

Wesker

I hate to say this, but... no outwards reaction IF you just show up wearing one. If you're purposely trying to taunt him with it, then it's a different story

Like we all saw what Excella was wearing and he didn't even blink. He honestly doesn't care what you wear, and might make an idle comment that you look nice, but he's not going crazy or anything. Though, you might notice he prefers to walk behind you when you dress like that- surely just a coincidence, yes?

Alternatively, if you're purposely trying to get under his skin by wearing one, he's all over you

Especially if you surprise him with it when he gets home from work

He really likes running his hands under the skirt to squeeze your thighs.... (+ if you sit in his lap you'll be out of commision for a few days)

Anyways, before I get carried away-

He likes it so much when you're trying to get a rise out of him because it feeds into his ego. Otherwise, he might get a little distracted by your thighs, but nothing major

Leon (RE4)

Save him. Good lord

He's not sure if you're trying to initiate something or if you're just wearing a shorter than usual skirt, so he tries to figure out the line between sweet and flirty, but he fumbles last minute, and just ends up going "You, uh... look nice..."

Flirt with him while you're wearing it and it might kill him

He's no blushing virgin, so if you're flirting with him he'll follow suit, but internally he's dying because holy shit you look so fucking hot-

He finds his groove quickly regardless of if you're wearing it for him, or if you're just wearing it to look cute. He'll match your energy regarding it, but no matter up you'll probably end up with some lingering touches on your hips and waist

Oh, and if you're wearing it for him, match it with heels and a low cut top :)

Chris

You get about a minute of ChrisR.exe has stopped working The first time he sees you in a mini skirt

The time on that goes down the more he sees you in them, but he always does get this look in his eyes, even for just a second, where it seems like his brain shorted on him

After he gets over that though, his reactions in public and in private are very different

Public: He's unlikely to say anything, but he'll be extra protective/jealous. Any guy who even breathes in your direction is getting snapped at

Private: ...😳

Jake

He's insufferable. He gets unbelievably flirty and cocky about it

"All this for me?" Whether he's right or not, he's gonna think you wore it for him

If you wanna watch his brain shut off due to lack of blood flow, wear fishnets with said skirt

Gets mildly upset if you wear them in public

"Guys are gonna stare at your ass!" -Guy staring at your ass

Can't keep his hands off you though, so if he's with you he's your scary dog privileges. No one really approaches you

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