Headcanons About Wesker X Reader And Gifts/presents? :3

Headcanons about Wesker x Reader and gifts/presents? :3

How they would choose gifts for one another, what kinda gifts, how Wesker would react etc ^^

HFKJGDTGDT I LOVE THIS

If you're dating Wesker please get used to having so much expensive jewelry. Wesker loves to give you jewelry as a gift or take you clothes shopping. He loves to see you wear the jewelry he got you, it satisfies the possessive nature streak he has in him. He loves to see you pick out outfits you find joy in and show off to him - It doesn't even have to be sexual. This man will be your biggest fan when you come out of the dressing room asking him if you look fine. Albeit, it'll be in true Wesker fashion of him rolling his eyes and saying affectionately, "Dearheart, for the 100th time, you look amazing."

Also if you mention anything around him that you like but you can't get for money limitations - expect him to buy it as soon as your back is turned and get it for christmas or your birthday. Sometimes he gets you stuff you didnt even mention to him. (He totally didnt steal your phone/laptop and look at your search history bcs you learned to not say you want expensive things around him. WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'its too expensive?' Do you know the job he has? Oh wait. You don't. Okay REGARDLESS-)

As for gifting presents for him... You draw a blank every time for him. Doesnt matter how long youve been together this man does NOT mention his interests around you... He doesn't even really celebrate his birthday and holidays he prefers to focus on you and insists his greatest gift is getting a break from work and spending the day with you.

But when you do present him a gift... A book, a poem, a watch... He may not overreact, he may crack a small smile and give a polite thank you. You at first will assume he doesnt like it and is just being polite, but you'll find he keeos your gifts in PRISTINE condition. He puts them in a very special drawer. He wears the watch you gift him all the time, he rereads the book you got him anytime he misses you.

He keeps the poem or photo you gave him in his wallet always.

A Moment of Peace (Albert Wesker x gn!Reader)

this man needs a nap soooo bad, fluff | Fic Directory

You find him so very beautiful like this.

Wesker does not indulge in rest nearly as much as he should.  He takes only what he needs to function, and he does it quite well for the most part.  To the untrained eye, exhaustion never touches him.  He is a force to be reckoned with in every aspect of life, but even the man made god has moments where fatigue settles in despite his best efforts.  There was a world to perfect, a dream to make reality, and such goals would not come to fruition with his head buried in a pillow.

But right now, he needs this.  

You thread your fingers through locks of his hair, nails scratching softly against his scalp in long strokes.  You’re not sure exactly how you managed to convince him, but he’s been asleep on your lap for nearly an hour now.

Initially, he’d joined you on the couch in your shared abode.  You with your book, and him with his mountain of folders.  Incident and laboratory reports, he’d explained.  Trial and error with various strains, incident follow ups after staff exposure, costs, damages… more thorns in his side delaying his dream with every fool's mistake.  You could tell from the moment he sat down that he was running on empty, and no amount of coffee you’d brought him seemed to rouse him from his drowsy state.  The intermittent act of pushing up his glasses to rub at his eyes only grew in frequency as time ticked on, and you pretty much left him with no choice.

All it took was your fingers curling at the nape of his neck to soothe him.  Just a gentle touch, an invitation– wordless, but no less sincere– to shoulder the weight of his burdens and give him relief.

To your surprise, he didn’t even fight you on it the way he usually would. He wasn’t too busy, nor was there a thumb and forefinger placed at your chin while he gives you the same old excuse of another time.  He merely tossed the packet of paper onto the arm of the couch and shifted to lay on his side, cushioning his head against your lap.

He looked so strange like that too.  Like there was an air of repression to the act, like it was forbidden to him in some way or another to have the comfortable luxury of a lover who cared to hold him.

“I’ll make sure the world doesn’t burn without you,”  you’d told him, having just slipped the sunglasses off of his face.  “Just relax.”

It took a while, but eventually you felt the decompression– the way his body slackened and he became comfortable enough to rest on his back.  Not long after that, he was out.

And here you are.  

You take the chance to observe every feature, committing each detail to memory so that you could perhaps paint him picture-perfect with your eyes closed.   You’d like to run your fingertip over the curve of his cheekbones, or perhaps even the slope of his nose, but you fear waking and depriving him of something he needs so dearly.  He’s a light sleeper, and you’re amazed you haven’t roused him with your own yawns by now.  

Your left hand lays on his chest, just over his heart.  Each rise and fall has become its own rhythmic comfort, lulling you closer and closer to dozing off along with him.

You’d love to, but later… 

You wouldn’t miss the beauty of his serenity for the world.

Headcanons - Resident Evil characters eating you

Warnings: NSFT (obviously), D/s, roughness, teasing, me writing (scary), British spelling (scarier)

Sorry for being horny I'll take myself to jail.

Chris

Chris starts slowly. He moves from kissing your lips to your neck, covering from your earlobe to your shoulder before running his lips across your collarbone. He goes to one of your breasts, kissing around it for what feels like forever until he reaches the centre. Drags his tongue slicked in drool in torturously slow circles around your nipple for what feels like ages before taking it into his mouth and gently sucking, flicking his tongue against the tip. He would lay his body weight on you to keep you from squirming too much as he starts it all over again with the other one.

Chris would be the absolute king of eating you out. He absolutely loves doing it and intends to savour the opportunity. He'll jump at the chance to give you a quick one, but if he can get his way, he will spend as long as possible on you.

When he feels like it you'll get more soft, stubble-y kisses down your stomach, across your waist, your hips, down your thighs, Chris just loves your body and he wants his lips on every part of it. He will eventually get around to actually eating your pussy, starting with the slowest, lightest of licks up the length of it, expression halfway between a satisfied little smile and a smirk. By the end he will be eating and licking and lapping at you like his life depends on it, soaking his chin in your juices. Sometimes he'll be pulling you onto his face, throwing your thighs over his shoulder, other times he'll keep you in place by holding your hips down. He's not gonna take you over the edge until he's had his fill, though, so you'd better get comfortable there.

Jill

While Chris is all patience and gentleness, Jill is pushy. She gets hungry when she thinks about having you and girl does not care to eat daintily.

Jill manhandles you down into the bed, giving you a rough kiss as she starts to practically tear your clothes off. She plants kisses down your neck before shoving your bra up, sucking hard on both your nipples. She'll leave hickeys all over your stomach and thighs (and maybe one or two on your neck to remember her by) before getting straight to work on your clit, tonguing it just right as she jams two fingers inside you to rub into your g-spot. Jill thinks she can make you come in a matter of minutes if she feels like it and she's right.

She isn't always rough and fast, though - sometimes, she'll be too light and slow just to tease you. Why rush when you're giving her such adorable, entertaining reactions? She'll find that exact spot on you that makes you convulse and stay there just to torture you, chuckling and cooing over you. Want her to stop being mean? Stop reacting so strongly and she'll think about it.

Wesker

Wesker is all rough and needy when he eats you. Your scent, your taste, the way you feel, everything, once he gets down there his composure starts to crack and he gets badly pussy drunk, fast. Your noises only make him more and more desperate and there's a fair chance he'll start grinding into the bed. Or the couch, or desk, or floor, he'll take you anywhere, really.

Wesker gets straight down between your legs, kissing and biting down your thighs before tearing down your underwear with his teeth. He'll grab your hips or legs to keep you still, holding them hard enough to bruise if you squirm too much. He shoves his face right in you, coating himself and bumping his nose against your clit as he licks up every drop of slick like he hasn't eaten in weeks. He's noisy, too, he'll be growling and making little groans in the back of his throat as he enjoys you. Keeps you down there for multiple orgasms, too intoxicated to even register how many you've had - he won't stop until you make him.

It's pretty easy to gain control over him like this, too. Pull him down to his knees and between your legs by his hair, messing it up in the process. His grumbles will go away pretty quickly once he tastes you, eyes black with lust, giving you cute, devoted looks and making soft little whines as he pleases you, barely able to control himself.

Leon

Leon isn't super experienced, especially when he's younger, but he makes up for it in enthusiasm. Man eats you with fervour, he's all about devotion and making you feel good. He's pretty laid back the whole time, but he is determined to give you a good orgasm and you'd better believe he's getting what he wants.

Leon's favourite way to eat you is to lie back and let you sit on his face, his eyes gently closed as he pleases you. You can dom him like this if you want, tugging on his hair and riding his face til he's gasping for air, cooing over him - or not, he's in his happy place either way. He holds your thighs, gently kneading them - maybe until he decides to insert a few fingers into you, slowly pumping in and out, or perhaps lazily stroking himself while he takes care of you.

Throwing your legs over his shoulders and pulling him towards you is also a good position, especially if you want to see the cute looks he gives you as he pleasures you. Stroke your fingers through his hair, gently rub his cheek - he only gets more obliging.

Claire

Claire loves eating you out - she gets a cute little smirk on her face that widens at every shudder and gasp you give her. She looks forward to getting you home and immediately getting between your legs, finally relaxing at getting to be near you. Enjoys getting you wet enough that just kissing and licking at you through your underwear is enough to get you trembling.

Claire is obsessed with your thighs, and she'll spend ages just kissing them and sucking them and licking them up and down before she starts. She'll lick the sides of your labia just to tease you, before very lightly flicking her tongue against her clit. Don't expect her to be too expedient - teasing and playing coy to see just how worked up she can get you is way more fun. Although, the soft little moans she gives you as she enjoys tasting you are too sweet to stay annoyed for long.

She likes using her hands to stimulate you, groping your breasts and teasing you nipples and massaging your thighs while she covers you with her mouth. By the end she's eating you vigorously, basically giving you a deep, passionate open-mouthed kiss between your legs and keeping at it through your climax. Be ready to return the favour, though - you'll barely be finished before she's climbing to come sit on your your face or spreading her legs with an impatient pout.

I would love to see a Wesker breeding kink one after that last one. 👀 💜

don't wanna let anything go to waste

oh i got you covered anon. anything for my weskie poo. nsfw under the cut mdni. not proofread, credit to image owner. stars wesker bc i said so. afab reader.

when you had asked your husband if he would like to have a baby, he about choked on his coffee. wesker was unbearably hard during the conversation.

he knew you had both had incredible genetic capabilities and he couldn't wait to breed you. his cock ached at the thought of filling you until you were stuffed to the brim with his cum leaking out of your pretty cunt. he told you that the two of you would start immediately, he was determined to get you pregnant.

wesker is intelligent, he wanted to approach this with the most successful strategy so he quickly began tracking your cycle. when it was the perfect time you had found yourself in a mating press, your husband's thick cock sliding in and out of your tight cunt.

the sounds of your pussy squelching around him echoes through the bedroom accompanied by the sounds of skin slapping together with each thrust. you're blabbering nonsense out as he continues to fuck you stupid, you've already came multiple times. the sheets around are slick with your juices but wesker doesn't slow down determined to get you knocked up.

your face is stained with tears from the overstimulated as you feel them starting to prick your eyes again. you're close, wesker knows by how you're clenching around him. he groans into your skin as he picks up his pace.

"al, please," you moan out to him, reaching for him. he doesn't stop his relentless place and you can feel him twitch in you, he's gonna cum soon too.

you're blabbering out his name, pleading for him to cum as you're sent over the edge once again. you gush around him, your legs spasming as your vision blurs. tears slip down your face as he thrust a few more times, coming undone with the stutter of his hips.

wesker shoots a load inside of you, you can feel his cum filling you up. he slides out smoothly, only causing a slight whimper from you due to the lost sensation. his intense gaze is moved down between your legs, a low groan leaving his lips as he watches his cum spill out of you.

his calloused finger scoops it up, pushing it back inside your gaping hole.

"don't wanna let anything go to waste now do we?" he asks, his tone teasing at the way you whimper under his touch. he soon continues with his words.

"now i hope you're ready for more, i'd hate to waste our opportunity, wouldn't you dear?" his tone is smug as he begins to slide his cock back into you.

Can u do resident evil guys on your birthday?? Nsfw if possible

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The cake was on the table with the candles long burned and with a bottle of wine right next to it, which hadn't been opened yet. In the back of the room, there were moans coming right from the slightly opened door.

You were sitting on the edge of the bed, legs resting over Wesker's shoulders, as he was busy giving your birthday present. You only managed to remove his shirt before he got right into the action.

His tongue was going relentlessly over your clit, giving that little bud intense sensations as he ran up and down over it. The soft touch made your legs tremble with every lick, and it made you tighten the grip on the poor sheets.

"Enjoying yourself, dove?" glowing red eyes were looking at you for a brief second, waiting for a response, but seeing you wish to remain silent, another lazy, long lick followed.

"Yes, very much, yes..." you said after gasping.

You took a deep breath when you felt two of his thick fingers slowly entering your warm hole. They quickly found your spot, and he began massaging it as his tongue picked up the pace. I

It was bliss. Your whole mind was dazed as it was quickly overcome by pleasure. His tongue and his fingers worked in perfect rhythm to bring you joy.

A third finger joined, and you started to feel full already, but that sensation would soon be replaced by the approaching climax. The familiar pressure began to be noticed, and it grew and grew until....his lips, his cheeks, and his chin were covered in your warm juices.

Wesker let out a satisfied moan as his tongue cleaned his coated fingers.

"You are simply delicious. I could devour you all day long."

"I-I wouldn't mind," you said as you tried to catch your breath.

"I think it's time to move on to your next present tho" he said, pulling out his shaft from his pants, and it was just as you expected: red, swollen, and leaking. "Shall we?" he asked, smirking.

From the cake, there were two or three slices missing. The bottle of wine was half empty, and the glasses were stained from the liquid that had previously filled them. One had lipstick marks at the edges. Not far away from the table, your moans could be heard as Leon was fucking you from behind while on the couch.

From his movements, you knew he was eager; you knew he wanted to move faster and give you that sweet, sweet birthday orgasm that you wanted so badly, but he was holding back, going at a regular pace. With every move of his hips, not only did he tickle that spot inside you, but he was also going deep, making sure to hit your cervix with his tip.

"God, you're amazing," he said as he spread your cheeks. His grip on your flesh was tight.

"L-Leon..." you said, panting.

He knew how much you loved being fucked like this. Every thrust of his hips would make you cry out his name.

"What do you want, sugar? Tell me."

"Move faster..." you managed to say.

He loved how that cunt would contract around his meat.

He picked up the pace, and the sensation was too much to handle as you felt him going even deeper, even if you knew that wasn't possible. Tears rolled down your cheeks as he kept pumping himself inside you.

You felt it coming, but you never expected it to hit you with such strength. The orgasm was so intense that your whole body was starting to shake underneath Leon. You cried out his name one last time when you felt some thick, hot spurts of his cum begin to fill you up.

"Easy now, sugar..." he said as he gently rubbed your trembling back. "Come, lay down."

You managed to catch your breath and regain your composure while resting on his chest. His hand was caressing your back gently, his feather-like touch tickling your skin as he moved his fingers all over.

"That was amazing..." he said as he kissed your forehead.

"I know... best birthday gift ever."

"And it's not the only one."

You felt his hand go lower and lower until he reached your cunt. His cum was still oozing from the hole, smearing your thighs.

"You thought I'd leave you dirty like this?"

The ice cream cake was left untouched in the freezer. The candles were wrapped in the same way they were brought from the store. The wine was in the fridge, and the table was shaking underneath you.

Driven by his neediness, he had one arm wrapped tightly around your waist; the other was supporting himself on the table, and he repeatedly slammed himself inside you. His head was buried at the junction of your neck and jawline, his hot breath tickling your skin. Occasionally, he'd gently lick your skin, but that tongue was more focused on tickling your ear with words of admiration.

"Mi princesa, I missed you so much," he said, grunting as he gave you one hard thrust.

Your hands were wrapping around his neck, choosing to rely solely on him to support yourself.

"All I could think about was you. Your smile, your soft skin, how good I feel while I'm inside you..."

He resumed his adoration by giving your neck shy bites. He didn't want to leave marks.

"Luis..." you said, panting.

"What is it?" a gentle kiss on your neck.

"I think the tabble will break..."

"Let it; that won't stop me from finishing..."

His cock felt so good inside, so good that it kept rubbing that spot inside. Every friction would bring you closer and closer to heaven; every throb of his cock would send a shiver down your spine; and every droplet of precum would bring you joy. You tried pulling him closer, as if that were a possibility given how tight you were holding each other. Your senses were overwhelmed by his scent, by that spicy cologne that complements his natural one.

"Speaking of finishing..."

His moves became erratic, his breath irregular, and he raised his head so he could kiss you in those final moments. He needed all of you, your lips, your touch, your cunt, everything.

The passionate and sloppy kiss you shared was bliss; your hand was tugging his hair, and your teeth kept biting his bottom lip. You weren't so gentle like him, but he didn't mind, as this sudden burst of passion helped him finally reach his climax. He closed his eyes and allowed the sensation to overcome him entirely; the only sounds he could make were some weak whimpers. With a few more pumps, he painted your walls with his thick, warm cum.

The cake was on the table, untouched, still in the box. The bottle of wine is almost empty, and the room is filled with kissing and sucking sounds.

His tongue was twirling around your hard nipple, over and over again. You felt the vibrations of his moans on your skin and the bulge that was getting bigger as he rubbed himself between your legs. His other hand was preoccupied with the other breast, giving it a firm massage.

"Happy birthday, babe," he said in a low, sensual voice as he returned to suck your tit. The other one was resting in his big palm now as he began to pinch the nipple with his fingertips.

"J-Jack..." You loved what he was doing to you; you loved how his tongue would twist over and over again around your sensitive nipple, but your panties were so soaked...you needed him so badly, and you decided to show it by thrusting your hips against his erection.

"I'll get there, I promise, but let me taste you first." He rolled the nipple between his fingers now, giving you new sensations to cling to.

He grabbed the nipple with his teeth and pushed gently.

"Jack," you moaned his name, gasping in shock. It was too sudden.

He ignored you, tho and released it, moving to the other breast to give the same treatment. The one that he worked on was previously coated in his saliva, and it felt cold, but he quickly covered it with his hand and began to flick your nipple with his fingers.

"Oh God..." You pushed your chest forward when you felt his mouth once more, showing your tits to him. His tongue resumed the same corse, twisting around the nipple as well as going over it a few times.

"What you are doing to me..."

He hummed and kept igoring you, focusing on your chest and starting to tease you a bit by rolling his erection over your heated, soaked core.

"You bastard..." you grabbed both his hips to deem him to stay low so he can continue rubbing onto you.

You felt like a bitch in heat, but you didn't mind. All you wanted was to get him inside you.

He squeezed your breasts a little harder before standing up. A stupid smile appeared on your face when you saw him unzip.

Just Pretend [Love is Madness] (Albert Wesker x gn!Reader)

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

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?