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Guys. Stop Tagging Your OC Stories As X Reader. Its Hard To Sift Through And I Dont Go To The X Reader
Guys. Stop tagging your OC stories as X reader. It’s hard to sift through and I don’t go to the x reader tag for OC’s I don’t care about .
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Just Pretend [Love is Madness] (Albert Wesker x gn!Reader)
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18+ | soft and fuck nasty wombo combo wesker, he whimpers, biting, what if wesker was in love AND denial, p/rn without plot | Fic Directory
![Just Pretend [Love Is Madness] (Albert Wesker X Gn!Reader)](https://64.media.tumblr.com/8e65599db854ad80e693561d44a2d130/f982f20696e77ee3-f1/s500x750/73ad549d57610e6ab060de84d9a16dfe6680ad51.png)
You bury your face in the sheets, fists scrambling for purchase in the soft silk. The moan that leaves you is anything but dignified, though you’d passed that threshold long ago. He’s had a long day, and you were all too happy to help him get it out of his system.
A hand twists in your hair while another takes a biting grip at your waist to steady you with each punishing thrust.
So thick, so full…
“Al…” You mewl, the nickname a sacred utterance only for special moments, whether carnal or tender. You hear the way he shudders. You feel the flex in his grip. Wesker loves it and you know full well he does. By the stutter of his hips turning to a wet grind, you know it drives him crazy to be called such a sweet, silly name. To feel every one of your proclamations of love seep into something so… mundane.
You feel him collapse, chest pressing flat and hot against your back as he braces himself, breaths panting in your ear. He’s not done– nowhere near it. This is just how he gets away with the softer things. He thinks you don’t know how much he fucking loves the full body contact. That he shivers when the whole of you is pressed to him, when he feels completely joined with you.
He peppers kisses from behind your ear down to the junction of your neck, each one wet and warm and full of unspoken adoration. Each shallow grind into your heat makes him try and fail to bite back weak little moans until he becomes so fed up, so frustrated that he can’t keep his perfect composure, that he simply has to sink his teeth into your flesh. At least he could lie and say it was just the taste of you that made him make such sweet little sounds.
“Oh god!”
You know that’ll drive him wild too. For in his mind, he is the god to whom you cry out.
And how right he is…
His hands snake up your waist to grab at your chest, pulling you against him even firmer. Your hand flies back to thread in his hair, tugging softly at his ruffled locks. The force of his bite leaves you and is replaced with his tongue laving hot across his mark. He gives two sharp rocks of his hips before rising off of you, pulling you into a kneeling position– back tight to his chest the way he likes it. With an arm around your waist once more, he lets loose. The bed creaks and moans beneath the force of his motions, and you’re fully convinced it’s going to give out one day. Its song of protest is drowned by your symphony of passion, of skin on skin and desperate noises coming from you both.
He bites down on you again to hide his sounds, but it’s to no avail. Nothing can quite disguise the sound of Wesker whining and whimpering as he gives three sharp thrusts and a stuttering fourth before you feel him spilling within you– and oh how he sings for you. That edge to his voice quakes with every tight moan he can’t suppress and your name finds its way between each heavy breath. His arms pull tighter than ever around you as if letting go would make him fade into nothing.
But he doesn’t stop. He never stops– never stops grinding or managing the occasional shallow rut. The slide of his cock gets wetter with every bit of come that seeps out around it. You’re on cloud nine, dangerously close to falling over the edge yourself when the hand at your waist finally drops to finish you off.
“Let–” he gasps softly, “let go, now.”
The sound of him still stumbling over his breaths coupled with the perfect touch does you in immediately. It makes you arch and writhe against his unyielding grip as each wave of raw pleasure beats down on the shores of your mind and body. Wesker holds you through it, eyes focused on the rise and fall of your chest, the way you quiver and pulse around his cock clouds his mind with the same intense need that got you to this very moment.
He’s not done. Not even close. The feeling of your walls milking him drives him further into a madness he knows, deep down, he’s never going to escape.
And why would he ever want to?
WELL, SINCE YOU MENTIONED IT... Wesker breeding kink HCs?
I gotchu!
!NSFW!
~ Wesker surely never intended to have a child, he never thought of it, nor has he been aware of the kinks at all so the whole idea of breeding kink didn’t get to him at first. Yes, he always preferred to cum inside, but it wasn’t much of a big deal, it was purely for his comfort
~ with you however, it changed. Well sort of. He may not know why, but he grew to like it. The sight of his seed leaking from your sensitive pussy after he’s taken you was something that amused him too much. The thought of it resulting in making you swollen with his child, tying you to him forever... It awakened his possessiveness, something in his mind clicked at that moment and he knew it would be something he’d wish to do repeatedly
~ he’s a big creampie lover indeed
~ he becomes obsessed with it. So obsessed that if the imagine of you full of his cum crosses his mind, he gets immediately hard. No matter where he is, no matter what he’s doing. That thought alone is enough to make him go absolutely crazy with the need for you. The urge to have you below him, moaning his name while he pounds into you, pushing deeper and deeper with every thrust while you milk him dry. It would take all his self control not to jerk himself off right there. He’d try so hard to suppress all the dirty thoughts invading his mind only to fail over and over again, having to lock himself in his office, closing his eyes while gripping his cock, imagining it was your hand instead of his:(
~ his favorite position to breed you in is - as you could’ve guessed - missionary. Not only can he watch his piece of art afterwards, but can also make sure you don’t waste a single drop
~ even if you do, he’s gonna push it back in. After pulling out, he’d lower himself enough so that he could push as much as he can back in with his fingers while keeping his eyes on your face, to see your reactions, to know that it makes you as turned on as it makes him. While his skilled fingers would tease you, each of his touches so gentle yet eager. It’s enough to get both you and him ready for a second round.
~ however opportunities like this are limited. He’s a hardworking man and there should be always the time for you to shower afterwards unless you want to walk around with his cum leaking from your hole for the rest of the day. And believe that he made you do that at least once (probably after you’ve angered him), only to tease you about it and make you feel embarrassed
~ Wesker doesn’t really care if you’re on birth control or not. If you happen to be, he takes it as a challenge. He wants to try how long can it protect your womb from being occupied by his offspring. He wants to test it and he’s not gonna give up until one day - you actually become pregnant. Whether you want to keep it or not would be purely on you though, as it was mostly just a fun for him anyway
~ to redeem this poor man though… The act itself means a lot to him. Being comfortable enough with you to want you to carry his child is something he never did in his life. It’s not only an act of attraction, he takes it as all, marking his territory, proving to you that you’re his and his only, but also as his way of saying he’s yours as well.
Sweet Dreams (Albert Wesker x afab!Reader)

18+ | somno, oral sex, penetrative sex, come eating, light angst, soft wesker, amab!reader version here | Fic Directory

This was hardly an uncommon occurrence anymore. You’d given him permission long ago, but it always came as a surprise regardless. Perhaps it was just… out of character. Wesker’s so damn dignified all the time.
The first time it happened, you woke to his greedy little slurps between your legs, his tongue all but desperately fucking in and out of your pussy until he slipped two fingers inside to coax your nectar free to sate his appetite. He’d let out an amused, victorious hum when your thighs clamped around his head and you mewled the bliss of your release. Wesker took you hard and fast that night, over and over until his eyelids grew heavy and he’d exhausted his inhuman stamina.
You’d talked about it the next day, of course. You both enjoyed yourselves, so why not? Turns out, this was the best thing to ever happen to your sex life. Quality time with Albert was sparse, but time for ‘primitive pleasures,’ as he calls them, were even more so. He’d often come to bed well after you’d fallen asleep, sometimes even leaving before you had the chance to wake in the morning. Such was life.
Now, though? Now he comes home and knows he can have his way with you. He can wake up in the middle of the night and be as mischievous as he could possibly want. Or as desperate.
“Nngh–”
Like tonight.
“H-Hah…”
His breaths fan hot against your neck and each pitiful noise is sung into your ear. He thrusts slowly, each languid stroke just shallow enough to be kind. He must be trying to let you stay asleep. You smirk, weighing your options. You could bring your legs up and around his waist, tug him closer, signal that it was okay to speed up and take what he needs. Or… you could enjoy the show. After all, you’ve never caught him like this.
He’s a sensual lover in every sense of the word, but you’ve never heard him be so vocal before.
“Mm, god…” He mewls, tongue laving at your flesh as he grinds warm and wet in your aching core. He locks his lips at the junction of your shoulder and suckles, teeth nibbling sweetly. It sends shivers down your spine and you have to fight the urge to arch into it. “F-Feels so, mmph…” His speed increases bit by bit as his self control falters. Fuck, you can practically see him even with your eyes shut. Right about now, his eyes are probably glowing redder than ever. Those cat-like pupils are probably blown wide. He’s probably got his teeth bared and his nose scrunched the way he does when he’s holding back.
“M-Mine,” he whispers. Grinding turns to sloppy ruts and fuck, you can’t take it anymore.
You open your eyes and find him exactly as you’d pictured him, but there’s something… different. Something strange. You thumb it away, thinking it to be a sweat drop, but another follows the same path and you realize he’s–
“Al..?”
“Mine. Mine…” He gasps, face falling to your neck once more. You bring your hand to his nape and curl your fingers there. His thrusts grow messier by the second, but your pleasure had all but been eradicated the second you realized those were tears on his cheeks. “You’re– you’re real. Real,” Wesker pants weakly, “and mine!”
Your legs come up around him, guiding his motions, and you rake your fingers through his mussed hair. “Shh, sweetheart.” You coo. You’ve heard this song and dance before. It’s been quite some time since he learned of his manufactured life, but there were still cracks in his seemingly impenetrable walls. He fell apart back then. Swore up and down after that it’d never happen again. But sometimes… “I’ve got you.” Sometimes reality is harsher than even the strongest resolve.
He clings to you, arms wrapped around your midsection as he drives in hard and fast. Squelches and wet slaps ring out in tandem with his whines, and then the telltale circular grinding starts and–
“Oh god!”
His teeth sink into your shoulder and you keen at the sharp sting. His whole body locks like a board against yours, muscles flexed and breath held tight until its staleness overpowers him into a loud exhale and desperate, shuddering gulps of air. You pepper kisses against the side of his head as best you can. His hands grasp your thighs.
Wesker pushes against you slowly, milking the last ebb and flow of bliss from his climax. He falls limp against you and, after some time, you’re almost convinced he’s fallen asleep, but then he lifts himself just enough to press lazy wet kisses to your lips. He suckles your lower lip sweetly, giving it the softest nip before letting off and moving down, littering more affections to every inch. Neck, collarbones, chest, navel– the only complaint you’ve got is that he had to slip out to keep going, but you figure the trade off was perfectly fine when those lips wrap around your clit and–
“Al!” You gasp, incisor sinking into your lower lip, hands coming down to thread in his silky locks, petting and pulling. “You– you don’t have to– mmph!” Your head falls back and you see stars. Fuck, he’d gotten you all stirred up before and he’s got you back there in mere moments. Each drag of his tongue erupts your flesh in goosebumps, and then– “I– oh fuck!” He slurps your cunt loudly and you know exactly what he’s after. The thought alone is enough to make you buck against him, but then those long fingers of his find their way inside and you keen and whine and cry out for him over and over again.
“Mine.” He groans against you.
He coaxes your sweet spot with gentle curling motions, but you know it’s more than that. This isn’t just him seeking to ensure you get yours. No. Right now, he’s eating the proof of your love from between your legs and savoring the salty sweet taste of your combined juices. Each swipe of his fingers draws his seed from deep within and he moans with every tantalizing taste.
The thought alone is enough to put you right on the doorstep of a mind blowing orgasm, but it’s his noises that drive you over the edge entirely. Bucking and whining and mewling, you cry out his name and gasp your love into the air. But he doesn’t stop. His tongue rubs circles to your bud over and over again, switching out to suckle and swirl and slurp more of you until you’re so overstimulated that the only thing you can do is moan and push his face away from your aching cunt.
His lips are back on yours in a flash, tongue licking your own taste into your mouth. His fingers lace with yours and draw your hands up over your head. Wesker pulls away just enough to observe you, but he doesn’t flash that typical smirk of his. There’s no victory plastered on his face. No smugness.
Instead, he smiles sweetly and shifts to lay beside you, tugging your body to fit against his like a puzzle piece. “I do rather like this new rule of ours,” he murmurs against the nape of your neck. “Thank you, my dear…”
You hum and turn in his hold, letting your hand trail up the length of his arm. “You okay?” Sure, it kills the afterglow a bit. And yes, he’s going to deny having been upset earlier. It’s what he does. But you can’t ignore that it happened.
“...yes.” He lies. “My apologies for waking you.”
You sigh and give him your usual look so he knows that you know better. “I love you,” you say, craning your neck to press a featherlight kiss to the corner of his mouth. “That’s always real… I promise.”
He regards you with a set jaw and pained eyes, but ultimately presses a firm kiss to your forehead. “Sleep,” he huffs. “You talk far too much.”
You giggle and nuzzle his chest, content to do as he commands. Besides, you know that’s how he says it back.
★ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐑𝐄 || 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒/𝐎 || 𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐑
♡ ┆TW: mild sadism, ftm reader, fingering, exhibitionism, overstimulation, sex toys, degradation, aggressive sex, anal sex, squirt, afab anatomy.




♡ ┆Being with someone older and more experienced than you like your current boyfriend, Wesker, was always a new adventure – especially since he knew exactly where to move, squeeze and tease to make you turn into a wet mess.
♡ ┆Wesker was already forty-five years old, however this old man fucks you for hours and loves to prolong your foreplay. He knows how sensitive your body is, how small, well-made touches of his fingers or even his words can affect you; the blond man likes to whisper dirty things in your ear when no one is noticing in public, he wants to make you reach your limit without even touching you physically - after all, this also shows how good he is, increases his pride and excitement on several levels.
♡┊"Sometimes it's pathetic how you get wet so easily, boy." The older man would speak with a mischievous and practically invisible smile on his lips, seeing the obvious wet stain on the fabric of your clothes - obviously his words had affected you to the point that your pussy was extremely lubricated and begging for him; however, your boyfriend was a sadist and would make you stay like that for a while longer before you went back home so he could fuck you to his heart's content.
♡ ┆Foreplay with him lasted for hours, his blue eyes enjoying following your every reaction and how you writhed under his ministrations. He forced you to suck his fingers and lubricate them enough so he could stimulate your clit while he used his mouth to suck your nipples until they were sore – he marked your breasts with bites and hickeys so you could remember later how he fucked you until your brain short-circuited. "I haven't even started and you've already cum twice? God, boy, you really are extremely weak..." Albert said in a calm tone, his face was stoic as he removed his fingers from your pussy and looked at your juices on his fingers - looking at you with that air of superiority that only he had.
♡ ┆He'll use sex toys to push you to the limit too - from butt plugs to vibrators and dildos. Wesker will tie you up with ropes around your wrists and adorn the curves of your body while you kiss him and he can access your holes, shoving a small silicone dildo in your ass and making you rub your pussy against his leg and seek some relief from your throbbing clit, but when you're close to cumming, he'll stop his ministrations on your body to prolong your pleasure and suffering.
♡ ┆Wesker likes to do anal with you, he stimulates your clit while holding your arms behind your back - making you tilt your hips more for better access. He's a sex-crazed old man, making you cum multiple times on his cock until he realizes you're about to pass out from cumming so much. "Come on baby, can you hold on a little longer? Don't cum yet, I'm not done with you yet... I love breaking you like the needy slut that you are." Wesker would growl as he slapped your ass hard and watched your legs tremble because of your desire to cum, but he hadn't allowed you to come yet, making you try to keep your sanity and obey his orders.
♡ ┆Albert also likes to tease you in exposed places, like a picnic, it was supposed to be romantic but you soon end up with Wesker's fingers stuck deep in your wet pussy and with the blond man smiling behind his sunglasses, watching your every reaction, from the embarrassment and fear of being caught to the excitement in your irises as he made you cum and left you trembling. With a smug smile he would just make you taste yourself and give you a kiss right after. "Good boy... You're a damn nymphomaniac, aren't you?"
♡ ┆But he would never hurt you on purpose, every time you felt uncomfortable with something and said the safe word he would stop right away and check if you were okay enough to continue. "Sorry sweetheart, are the ropes hurting you? We can take a break if you want." He would speak in a calm voice as he did what you wanted and checked to see if you needed anything else - if you weren't feeling well enough to continue fucking him, he would just do an aftercare and make sure you were safe.
♡ ┆He would fetch you water, food and clean any traces of pain on your body, whispering soothing words, quite unlike the rough and dominant man who enjoys seeing you broken from too many orgasms. He puts you to sleep in his arms and the next day he treats every bruise he made on your body, from the rough spanks on your ass that turned purple, to the hickeys on your neck - he is careful when he puts ointment on your cunt and sees you tremble, making him smile and place a soft kiss on your thigh. "Calm down my baby, when you are less sore we can have sex again. But until then, I will take care of you like the handsome prince that you are." Wesker says as he showers you with kisses, he always heard that showing affection was a weakness, but for you, he liked being a soft and caring old man.
♡ ┆Bonus: When he realizes that you are becoming more addicted to sex than he is, and even you are lasting many rounds and even making him cum before, this man will break into a genuine and amazed smile - seeing you jumping hard on his cock and begging for more. "Fuck, I created a little monster, didn't I?" Wesker would groan as he came again in your womb, making you whimper from being so full. "But you are my monster, daddy's little monster."

𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅 ©𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 2024. 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚, 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆
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(this suppose to be v-day's post btw :"D but cause of health issues and other stuff I'm super late, sorry)