#Wesker x oc

[maekendia]

how would wesker, leon, luis react if they saw the reader wearing a mini skirt or a low-cut outfit?

headcanon pls 🥺🥺

love you

i love you too! hope you enjoy. :)

~ 18+ MINORS DNI ~

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Leon

Leon gets so nervous anytime you wear anything revealing.

LITERALLY STARING.

You tease him so much, bending over and adjusting your top.

“Please, come here.”

He makes you sit on his lap.

He whines every time you shift slightly.

Eventually he gets tired of your teasing.

He makes you ride him with the skirt still on.

Wesker

“Who are you wearing that for? Huh?”

Undressing you with his eyes.

He pulls your skirt up to look under.

“No panties? slut.”

He picks you up and practically throws you onto the bed.

As soon as you hit the bed he’s immediately undressing you.

“You’re gonna be a good little slut for me.”

Luis

“Espléndida”

He smiles so wide.

He literally cannot stop looking at you.

Practically drooling.

He kisses you all over telling you how gorgeous you look.

Him worshipping your body.

The skirt doesn���t stay on for long.

[playstation-dreamcast]

I don't normally post my OCs (I have deep seeded fears) but I'm in love with Elias and I think yall might like him too

He's obsessed with Albert Wesker and has an intesne fear of Rabies despite constantly having to work with Rabies

This is my favorite toxic, doomed, situationship- they're a mess your Honor.

[sagetoadtea]

Someone got caught snooping…

[inmybutt-boy]

mmm imagine working under captain wesker in stars.. he doesn't know what he sees in you but he becomes OBSESSED.. leaving anonymous gifts, insisting on driving you home.. protecting you always... making you sit out on more dangerous missions

he would never let himself pursue you openly, that would be incredibly unprofessional! he's content to watch you from the sidelines.

then one day you're upset because he's constantly babysitting you, and he realizes he's had it wrong-- you're so capable and yet he's forced you to hide away. so he lets you go on missions again, and it's fine-- until you get hurt.

he's most upset at himself, and he realizes he can never let you go again 🤤🤤

play with the bot here

[chrysalmora]

al and adele [my oc] drawings I did

[slifarianhawk]

Some Wesker headcanons that live in my head rent-free will include SFW and NSFW romantic and normal 🪷

Day to day

-he is a proper English user and is proud of it. Does not like to use contractions and will only use them when he is angry/ pissed the fuck off

-he loves classical music and jazz when he is feeling in the mood. If he had a partner, he would not complain about the music they listen too.

-he is thorough about personal health and hygiene. Clean shaven, showers before bed, uses a antibacterial soap and washes his hands for 40 seconds each time ( he is a virologist after all. he knows how bacteria and viruses spread)

-At the same time he is not a germaphobe or neat freak but will keep everything nice and organized

-he has a strict routine he follows and only makes time for his partner even if it is just a small kiss or a light caress in the hall

- he has two colognes he uses one is a vanilla sandalwood and musk he custom orders and for just around the house he uses Noir from Bath and Body Works (gift from partner)

- in his downtime, he goes over research With his partner's head on his lap or takes care of his Samurai Edge by doing maintenance and properly cleaning each component. It is after all his main firearm.

Relationship HC

Pet names- love, dearest, dearheart, and a flower that represents you ex: my determined gladiolus, my innocent carnation, my precious lotus (I use the third in my wesker fanfic)

-he is not much of a cuddle bug but if he is laying in bed with his partner he will hold them close and not let go

-isn't overly affectionate but will make time to see his partner throughout the day just to whispered sweet nothings to you

-partner fell first and both argued about who fell harder to be honest you both fell equally as hard

-if some one made his partner cry there would be Hell to pay and he would make sure of it

- he is not a fan of cooking but will do it to spoil his partner and would cook with them to spend a little extra time with them

-he is tease but not a heavily physical one he knows how to use each work to its full advantage and can get his partner dripping with just a few sentences

-will occasionally do small bets with his partner be it who wins in a sparring match or who can pick up the house faster.

NSFW

-he is a Dom without a fucking doubt

-enjoys seeing his partner tied or chained up and will sit infront of them just admiring them

-He doesn't think of himself as kinky but rather he is willing to try most things to bring his partner pleasure

-he does know he has a breeding kink especially if his partner was accepted by a virus. He will cum in his partner seventy-five percent of the time and the thought drives him feral

-prefers the master servant/ pet relationship side of bdsm. If his partner was in S.T.A.R.S. with him he would indulge in captain/ rookie play

-has a special choker or collar made for his partner for when he ties them up it's a sign of ownership and that his his alone

[dutiful-wildcraft]

Dear Heart

STARS Era Wesker x F!OC

I know this isn't COD but sometimes other fandom bugs run up and bite me, had to get this little scene out of my head. Nothing serious, just some very mild angst and fluff. Enjoy <3

Ruby bites back angry tears as she checks the clock for a final time. 

An hour has already passed, with no page, no call, nothing.

It wasn’t out of the ordinary for Wesker to be held up at the office, actually it was more common than not. Working between both Umbrella and STARS left the man with little time some weeks. 

But they’d discussed this. A nice night in. 

A date.

Something so simple yet so important to her. 

They’re relationship had been tumultuous to say the least. The head of Umbrella’s Security having had a hard thumb on her since her snooping in the beginning. And what had started out as deceit and sneaking around had turned into late nights in the lab, Wesker’s firm palm against her back, finally meeting the STARS team. 

And this. A planned dinner. 

An opportunity to simply exist, be domestic. Enjoy a simple meal and a movie.

And he’d stood her up. 

She’d called his private number in his STARS office, his personal phone.

Nothing. 

She feels like an idiot. Thinking the man would humor her in this way. Sure he’d only kept tabs on her to protect Umbrella assets in the beginning, but she thought…

It occurs to her now that his charm with her could have easily been ruse. A way to keep her compliant, a less messy resolution than just outright disposing of her. It’s not like he hasn’t lied to her before. He’s more than dedicated, and he has plenty of reasons to keep his hands clean. He was Albert Wesker, one of Umbrella's head researchers and security captain, on top of being the city’s STARS captain. 

Also a dick head, her brain adds hatefully. 

And she was Ruby, a far too nosy mid-level Umbrella biologist who stuck her nose in something she shouldn’t have. Stupidly thinking her closeness with the captain was more than what it actually was. Security detail. 

She huffs, shoving herself off of the couch. 

She could at least treat herself, take a nice long shower and think about the Category 5 Ass Chewing she was going bestow upon the stuck up blonde in the morning. It wouldn’t take away the hurt, but at least she could make it clear she wasn’t spineless. 

She puts away their dinner, and  pours herself a heaping glass of wine, and leaves the glass she had taken out for him to rot on the counter. 

She’s already stripped, parading around in a fluffy robe while she sets out her favorite combination of scented oils and lotions. She’s turned on the shower, letting the steam fill the room when she hears a hard knock on her door. 

She stomps out of the bathroom, not even bothering to check the peephole before swinging the door open. 

She’s met with a face full of flowers, an intricate bouquet of roses and lilies in a gorgeous ornate glass vase. Silky red ribbon tied around the top with a small card. Behind the flower’s is one Albert Wesker, still clad in his tactical gear, a black bomber jacket with the STARS emblem on the shoulder tucked around him despite the lingering late summer heat. 

“Absolutely not.” she snaps, hands on her hips as she looks him up and down. 

Somewhere in her anger she notices something isn’t quite right, he looks sweaty, a small black smudge still lingering on his cheek, his sunglasses still in place despite it being late, but ignores it in favor or glaring. 

He clears his throat briefly, shifting.  “I apologize, I got caught-”

“I called. Several times, and paged.”

“There were circumstances out of my control.” he explains stiffly. “I received your calls after the fact.” 

Her glare only intensifies. “I know you work over, but you could have said something. Anything really. You know if you didn’t want to do this you could have just told me so. I know you’re just trying to keep tabs on me,  but you don’t have to toy with me like this.” she says.  Small, bitter, she’d meant to be more mean. 

She moves to close the door when a firm hand slams against it, and she swears she hears him grunt with the effort. 

“If you would let me speak.” he says carefully, keeping a tight rein on his own frustration. “I have been late to very few things in my life, Doctor Martin, and this evening was certainly not supposed to be one of them.”

He pushes the door open, shouldering his way inside, with stiff movements and clicking the door shut behind him. He pushes the flowers into her arms and fixes her with a stern glare, one she can feel even behind the stupid sunglasses.  He clears his throat again, laying into her with a voice just shy of hoarse. Why was he hoarse?

“Now. I was unable to return your call due to a city emergency. Alpha team was dispatched to assess the threat. Everything is secure now, but damage control took longer than anticipated. I don’t make promises I have no intentions of keeping.”

His tone drops lower, softer, yet still stern. “ I understand you have reasonable suspicion, but I would appreciate it if you had more faith in me than that.”

All the steam she had nearly billowing out of her ears seems to fade, and as much as she would like to grab a hold of it and hold on; remain steadfast and throw the cocky fuck out of her house, it sinks through her fingers like mist. 

She clutches the flowers close to her chest, hiding her pout behind soft rose petals. She’s still frustrated, a bit embarrassed at her reaction, but willing to hear him out. 

“You can stay for a minute, but we both have work in the morning.” she says stiffly, leaving him to stew while she turns on a heel, packing her flowers to the kitchen. 

They really are beautiful, subtly fragrant. She pulls the little ribbon from around their stems and carefully adds water, resting the small card on her counter top when the tv catches her attention. 

She watches the breaking headline flash across the screen over her kitchen counter. A dangerous hostage situation turned shootout just on the other side of town, an attempted bank robbery gone incredibly sideways. No casualties but multiple injuries to both officers and culprits.

She see’s none other than Barry Burton on her screen, the pseudo-lieutenant of the STARS Alpha team, giving a formal yet optimistic report of the evening’s events. In the background she spots a familiar blonde, sitting on the back steps of an ambulance, seemingly snapping angrily as a paramedic fusses with his left arm, a pool of darkness seeping through the navy sleeve of his uniform before the interview is cut short.

She blinks at the screen, pieces falling together in her little noggin. Slowly she rounds the corner, watches Wesker with wide eyes. His hand against her wall as he struggles to get off his tactical boots with one hand. 

“Albert Wesker. Did you get shot?” 

“Hmm?”  he gives up his task, glancing at her with raised brows, as if she were the one asking confusing questions. A replay of the headline catches his attention. He watches the screen for a few moments before replying, utterly unphased.

“Ah yes, a few times.”

“A few-?? A few times??” 

Her voice is shrill as she launches herself at him, batting his hands away from the stupid boots he insisted on trying to take off. Herding him across her apartment with a firm hand around his wrist, ranting the whole while. 

"And you didn’t tell anyone?"

"They saw my injuries, it was nothing fatal,  we wear vests for a reason Doctor Martin"

"And the bullet the vest didn’t catch?" she rounds on him, looking pointedly at the arm he refuses to move. 

He sniffs, unbothered. "Panic makes people clumsy. The team looks to me for reassurance whether they mean to or not. If I were to react then the team would have been distracted. Compromising the entire operation.”

"Okay, sure, but instead of going to the hospital you came here?"

"I believe that’s obvious.”

"Albert Wesker." 

"Correct"

Out of all of the men in Raccoon City…..

She pinches the bridge of her nose, bites back her snappy retorts as she guides him into her little bathroom, still foggy from her attempted shower. 

She eases him onto the closed toilet seat, helps him ease out of the jacket, pulling it away from his good arm and then sliding the rest of the sleeve down his bad. Wincing where the blood seeping through his bandage had stuck to the interior.

With surprisingly gentle hands she pops the clasps of his tactical vest, easing either side away from his torso and resting it against the floor before helping him with the buttons of his shirt. She goes quiet as she tugs away the stiff navy fabric. Dark purple bruises have already bloomed across his pale chest in a mockery of craters, 3 to be exact,  rippling out into sickly yellows and reds along his chest and stomach. 

Her hands hover uselessly, seeking to comfort but too afraid to hurt him anymore than he already was. Instead she reaches for his glasses, pausing briefly for any argument before easing them off of his face, resting them on the counter before getting a better look at him. 

She's met with those gorgeous silvery blues once again. Watching her keenly. 

He looks exhausted, dark bruises already starting to stain the pale skin beneath his eyes. And she’s never felt like a bigger asshole, having doubted him and then snapped at him like a mad dog when he'd tried to make amends. Hiding literal bullet wounds just to see her. 

“Let me grab some supplies” she sighs, slipping off down the hall to collect a med kit and painkillers. 

She returns to find him sniffing curiously at her vanilla scented lotion, looking comically out of place amongst her soft lavender colored bathroom decor. He sets it down swiftly when she returns, turning back to her with the demeanor of the world's calmest patient. 

With little preamble she eases him out of his shirt next, revealing the a blood soaked bandage along his bicep underneath. 

As if she could be anymore frustrated with the man…

“This is just a big band-aid.” she snaps, looking back to him accusingly. 

“It sufficed.”

“No. What would have sufficed would be letting the paramedics help you. I can almost bet you told the team you would drive yourself ” she rambles, using alcohol swabs to clean around the wound. Wesker hums, noncommittal,  leans in closer to watch her face, warm breath ghosting across her cheeks,  piercing blue eyes thoroughly distracting her from the task at hand. 

“I had an appointment to make.” he says simply. She flicks her eyes over to his, searching tired blues for any signs of bullshit. What she sees is something soft, patient. An odd warmth that has her frozen in place for a moment, simply watching him watch her. She finally breaks away with a long suffering huff and grabs another clean swab.

Thankfully it wasn’t as ugly as it looked. The wound was still red and angry, lazily oozing blood as she tidied up the worst of it. A graze, a very, very, fortunate graze. One she thinks she can repair with a little focus and  patience. 

However, both of those are in short supply with the unnervingly calm captain beside her, shirtless and oddly obedient.  She tries to avoid looking at his face, warning him softly before applying liquid stitch and assisting the closure with some butterfly bandages. 

“I don’t know how you are simultaneously the most stubborn and patient man I have ever met.  What if this was worse?” she frets. “Why didn't you just go to the hospital?.” 

She's cut off when a gloved hand catches her chin.  Warm lips pressing against her own, effectively shutting down whatever was coming next. It's soft, chaste. Gentle in a way she did not expect from the stoic captain. 

He breaks away from her, those silvery blue eyes piercing her firmly into place. 

"I have a doctor right here” he murmurs, lips still inches away from her own. 

She’s dazed, blinking at him stupidly while a slow smirk creeps onto his face.

He kissed her.

Kissed her. 

On purpose. 

And she can’t tell if he’s just high on his own cocky supply or just cooked from blood loss with the way his smile makes his eyes crinkle. 

“Not that kind of doctor” she breathes, brain scrabbling to say literally anything with his thumb brushing along her jaw the way it was. Eyes flickering between her eyes and lips. 

“Is that so?” he murmurs, low and sweet, making her stomach flip as he tugs her back down again, lips moving slowly against her own. 

What little resolve she had left crumbles to dust, lost in soft lips against hers, the warm scent of his cologne still clinging to him amongst the sweat and gunpowder. His other hand grabs her for purchase, warm palm curling into the plush of her thigh, tugging her in to stand between his legs. 

It earns her a hum, Wesker smiling against her lips as she follows his lead easily. Gloved palm kneading the warm fat of her thigh like a pleased cat. 

She wasn’t one to lose herself in most situations, but having Wesker wrapped around her was dizzying. His hands are achingly gentle yet demanding at the same time. Clever fingers guiding her like a puppet on a string. 

She would be lying if she said she hadn’t thought about kissing the man. As much as she had hated his guts at one point, he had grown on her. He was firm, direct in his words and actions.  Not to mention he was gorgeous, broad and muscular, with the most distracting eyes she’d so graciously had the pleasure of seeing. It was no wonder he hid them as often as he did. She had imagined a kiss like this to be rough, greedy. 

And yet he handles her with reverence. Large palms petting at her skin with a gentle care she had not anticipated. Lips claiming hers slowly, leisurely, savoring her like the sweetest dessert. 

They stay like this for a while. Slow and exploratory. Ruby having dropped the extra bandages in favor of holding his face between soft hands, kitten nails sliding around to tug lightly at the golden blonde hair at his nape.

They finally break away when they both run out of air, the pair of them both red cheeked and lightheaded. Foreheads resting against one another as they catch their breath. 

“Thank you, Doctor Martin.” he purrs, smirking against her skin, pressing another cheeky kiss to her lips, when she manages to break away, holding him at arm's length in an attempt to dodge another one of his little spells. She thinks if he caught her again she'd crawl into his lap and stay there. Certainly not the shenanigans she wanted to get up too with the man covered in cuts and bruises. 

She can feel the heat in her face, right up to the tips of her ears, and she tries valiantly to get back her control. 

“You’re still in trouble.” she stutters out accusingly.

His hand comes up to rub soothingly at her arm, fingers grazing delicately over her skin. Once again trying to draw her in closer. And something somewhere deep in the back of her mind tells her that Wesker has discovered something very powerful to use against her. 

He smirks again, familiar confidence creeping back into his demeanor. “I was hardly injured, you saw for yourself. Do I need to quiet you down again?” he inquires easily. Watching her amusedly as she flounders once again. 

She ignores his his little question, worming her way out of his arms and towards the cabinet, digging out a soft towel and wash cloth. 

“Clean yourself up.” she says stiffly, attempting to sound stern despite the breathless wobble to her voice.  She tosses the towels in his direction. Not bothering to look and see if he caught them as she shuts the door behind her with a click. “Behave yourself and I might heat up your leftovers.” she calls down the hall. 

She hears her shower run as she slinks back into the kitchen, leaning against the counter to ponder all the events that lead her to this moment. How snooping through confidential Umbrella reports had led her into a heated makeout with her boss. Who was supposed to have dinner with her, and is now using her shower.  

She drags her palms down her face, spying the small card Wesker had attached to her flowers. She pulls it open, careful not to tear the edges, and peers at the neat familiar cursive. 

It’s short and simple, just two words, with a carefully rounded heart at the edge. 

Dear heart

It's a simple endearment, one he bestowed upon her early.  A name that has shifted from condescending to something that made her dumb little heart flutter.

It’s odd to see it tangible, written carefully and hand delivered to her. She holds the little pink paper close, tucking it away carefully in the small journal beside her couch. 

When Wesker emerges, he’s greeted to a meal warmed and plated, accompanied by a tall glass of wine.

His soft girl waiting for him on the other side. 

[xleonshunterx]

my au for wesker includes a happy ending, a redemption arc, and him falling in love with a woman who was betrayed by her family who happens to be from one of the old crime families that used to be in raccoon city.

should I post headcanons I have for them? little snippets of ideas I have? tbh I want to write a whole story for them but it’s been forever since I’ve written anything. so I was thinking of small steps with small pieces here and there??

[spacewhalehana]

"Driving through all these western nights"

[hamsternella]

Breaking Point [Albert Wesker x Fem!OC]

ִֶ⊹summary⊹: After the death of her parents, Andy decides to accept her aunt and uncle's invitation for the vacations in a half-hearted attempt to try to hold on to the remnants of her own life. In the process she not only discovers the dark truth behind a family she once believed to be hers; but also the existence of a mysterious neighbor who seems to have had his eye on her.

Cw: violence, blood, gore, age gap, older man/younger woman; creepy and obsessive Albert Wesker, angst, AU, sex, stalking, dirty talk, MDNI

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷part 1

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷part 2

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷part 3

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷part 4

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷part 5

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷part 6

[!]- this will be updated as chapters are published

[stellahaze135]

WHAT IF WHEN SOMEONE IS INFECTED WITH OUROBOROS, THEY’RE NOT ONLY INFECTED WITH THE VIRUS BUT MAYBE THE VIRUS ITSELF CARRIES WESKER’S CONSCIOUSNESS AS WELL!! SO HE LITERALLY INFECTS THE MINDS OF THE POEPLE WHO ARE COMPATIBLE WITH OUROBOROS?!

We know he had a hand in Eveline’s creation, he knew about the mold and psychological effects it has. It could be possible that he took those aspects of the mold and had them instilled in Ouroboros.

When he injected Excella, he injected Shade at the same time. The ‘drinking of the kool-aid’ if you will. But where it rejected Excella, it accepted Shade. Mostly because of her stronger meta-human genes.

So after the shit hits the fan at the volcano, even if his physical body is gone, what if he’s actually sharing space with Shade in her mind and body via Ouroboros. So Shade has inadvertently in a way developed DID and Schizophrenia as a result. At first, he was just a voice in her head, then she could start see him in mirrors. Then he was right there in the room with her. Sometimes when Albert became a strong enough presence he could and would be present personality. Especially if he feels that their system is in danger.

Kind of mirroring his sister Alex in a way.

But in a weird twist, because they both end up discovering total access to each other’s minds, they end up with an actual understanding of each other and develop a meaningful relationship, they discover a true kinship and not just the ‘evil boss/henchman with a side of lover’ roles they had filled for years before. Shade becomes one of the only people Albert has ever implicitly trusted and remotely cared for. They go from a Joker/Harley dynamic to an Ivy/Harley dynamic.

And it doesn’t happen overnight by any means. It takes a lot of work and pushing on both their parts. They’re very VERY broken people but they learn to find solace in each other.

And once Ouroboros evolves enough, and Albert is able to generate a new body using the virus, they exist much more as ‘healthy’ couple.

I can see Albert being his usual stoic self in public, but my gods as soon as the doors are closed or they’re in front of those they feel comfortable with, he goes from stoned faced to slightly below Gomez Addams level of devotion. Kissing her hand, her neck, hand almost always on the small of her back, etc.

[luminous-jinx]

Helloooo

I apologize in advance to anyone waiting on the next chapter of Sisters in Thedas. The 5th chapter is almost done and edited, I've just been getting really distracted from other, random things!

The first chapter of the main story of Dreamer of Music is also almost done, but not edited at all yet, so there's that too....

And I know I shouldn't have, but I started a third story and have had it on stand by for the longest time and was unsure of whether I should post it and continue or not. The story is actually based on Resident Evil 5, a romance between Albert Wesker x OC, the OC is mute and communicates via sign language... if people are interested it that, I can post the prologue and first chapter of that.

But anyways, that's all! Just wanted to give an update!

Thankssss 😄

[playstation-dreamcast]

One thing about me: I love drawing my friends ocs. Hector belongs to @nshtn !

[kv4z4r3]

Wesker is my babygirl🖤

[inmybutt-boy]

i made a yummy yummy wesker janitor ai bot, heavy heavy dubcon but i know you freaks like that try it here

[chrysalmora]

my oc adele and wesker