#Yandere Albert Wesker x reader

[salvy-deldroid]

Yandere! Wesker, who didn’t give you much thought when you first joined.

Yandere! Wesker, who would find you annoying, to say the least.

Yandere! Wesker, who would always give you the cold shoulder.

Yandere! Wesker, who you didn’t think much of either at first.

Yandere! Wesker, who was just supposed to be your boss.

Yandere! Wesker, for whom you’d start to yearn.

Yandere! Wesker, the silent man whose mysteries you wished to unravel.

Yandere! Wesker, for whom you fell first.

Yandere! Wesker, who was paired with you during one fateful mission.

Yandere! Wesker, who you protected when things went haywire.

Yandere! Wesker, who is now confused over his feelings for you.

Yandere! Wesker, who is now a bit warmer towards you.

Yandere! Wesker, who was snapped to reality by one of the STARS members joking to him about his apparent closeness to you.

Yandere! Wesker, who started to shut you out, because you were going to be a hindrance to the plans of Umbrella.

Yandere! Wesker, whose disregard started to sober you up.

Yandere! Wesker, whose neglect pushed you to move on from him.

Yandere! Wesker, whose coldness helped open your eyes to the feelings harbored by others for you.

Yandere! Wesker, who was trying to make sense of his feelings for you.

Yandere! Wesker, who was confused as to why it was so irritating to see you treat the other male members the same way as you did to him.

Yandere! Wesker, who loathed how Chris suddenly became way closer to you.

Yandere! Wesker, who wanted to now bring you along with him to the new, better world.

Yandere! Wesker, who fell harder.

Yandere! Wesker, who would slowly start to affect your schedule.

Yandere! Wesker, who would make sure any threat to your love would be eliminated.

Yandere! Wesker, who would ensure your complete isolation at work.

Yandere! Wesker, who would slowly try to incorporate himself as deeply in your life as possible.

Yandere! Wesker, who would start to sneak in little soft touches here and there.

Yandere! Wesker, who had started to creep you out.

Yandere! Wesker, who didn’t take your rejection lightly.

Yandere! Wesker, who wasn’t above manipulating, gaslighting, drugging, or kidnapping you.

Yandere! Wesker, who believed that you were made to belong to him.

Yandere! Wesker, who would mock your tears and pleas.

Yandere! Wesker, who now won’t let you go at any cost.

[ninelieswithme]

⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧ ⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧ ⛧°。

𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚝

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ ᴀʟʙᴇʀᴛ ᴡᴇsᴋᴇʀ x ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𓇽 ᴛᴡ = ᴄʜᴏᴋɪɴɢ, ɢᴏʀᴇ, ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, sᴍᴜᴛ, ɴᴏ ᴘᴇɴᴇᴛʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

★ sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ - ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴʙ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʟʙᴇʀᴛ ᴡᴇᴋsᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ ᴏꜰ sᴛᴀʀs, ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀ ꜰᴀɴɢᴇᴅ sᴇʀᴄʀᴇᴛ

✰ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛᴇ -ʜᴀʏʏʏ sᴏʀʀʏ ɪᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ sᴍᴜᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ʙᴄ ɪ ᴄᴀɴᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɢᴏᴏᴅ sᴍᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ 2 ᴅᴀʏs ᴛᴏ ᴍʏsᴇʟꜰ 😭😭 ɪᴍ sᴀʏɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴏʀs ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇ ᴏʀ ᴋɴᴏᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴏᴡs :((

✪ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ x ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ - 800-900 ᴡᴏʀᴅs

🜚 ᴋɪɴᴋ’s - ɴᴏ ᴘᴇɴᴇᴛʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ ꜰᴏᴜʀ, - ʟɪɴᴋ ꜰᴏʀ ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ʟɪsᴛ - ʜᴇʀᴇ

༉‧₊˚🕯️🖤❀༉‧₊˚. ༉‧₊˚🕯️🖤❀༉‧₊˚. ༉‧₊˚🕯️🖤❀༉‧₊˚. ༉

A song i thought about making this 😍😍

The clock struck midnight.

The glow of the moon gleaming in the barren S.T.A.R.S operations.

The door clicking open.

You stepped out of the small office, your eyes immediately drawn to the faint light emanating from the break room at the end of the hallway.

It was unusual for anyone to be there at this hour.

You the room approached, heart beating fast.

The sense something was amiss.

The soft glow of the light revealed a gruesome scene that sent shivers down your spine.

You captain??

Albert wesker

Stood over a crumpled figure on the floor, his once clean shirt now stained with dark, wet blotches.

Eyes widened as you realized the scene, Albert was feeding on the lifeless body, his mouth and chin glistening with the ruby.

Guts slayed blood seeping into the ground dirtying his shoes.

Blood dribbling alberts chiseled face.

The sight should have repulsed you, but something about the primal act ignited a strange desire within.

As if sensing your presence within the office, Albert lifted his head, his eyes glowing an unearthly shade of crimson.

The eyes like slits like a cat.

A wicked smile stretched across his face, revealing sharp fangs that gleamed in the dim light.

Tongue sliding against his bloodied teeth.

Your breath caught in your throat, feeling an overwhelming urge to surrender to him.

Pussy clenching around nothing…

Staring at the gleaming fangs.

Without a word, Albert strode towards you, boots tapping against the ground, his movements graceful yet predatory.

He backed you against the wall,

His body pressing against yours, hand ghosting your panties ripping them off.

You could could feel the hardness of his erection through his pants.

his body pressing against yours.

Albert’s hands slid up your thighs, lifting your skirt.

You groaned your face hazy with lust.

"You've been a naughty girl, staying late,"

The blood smearing your neck.

He whispered, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

"But I think I have just the punishment you deserve."

Your heart pounded as Albert’s fingers teased your wetness, stroking your sensitive folds glistening.

You bit your lip to stifle a moan.

Knowing that any sound would feed into his ever growing ego.

More like delusions…

His thumb circled your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

You squirmed against him seeking more.

With a growl, Albert spun you around, your palms flat against the cool surface of the wall.

He yanked your skirt up, baring your round ass to him, a hard slap landing, the cool air on your exposed skin sent goosebumps rippling across your flesh.

Albert’s hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he positioned himself behind you.

Red eyes burning into the back of your head.

"Oh, yes, you're going to be a delicious treat," he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire.

You gasped as you felt the head of Albert’s rigid cock probing at your entrance.

He didn't waste time on foreplay, or fucking.

Albert’s cock rippled between your folds.

His hips snapping forward, driving his shaft in and out of your slick.

Your head fell back against his shoulder, mouth falling open in a silent cry as he teased into you.

his balls slapping against your puffy folds with each thrust.

His hands roamed over her body, squeezing and kneading your breasts, pinching the nipples until they were hard peaks.

"You like being my little fuck toy, don't you?"

Albert growled into your ear, his hot breath sending tingles down your spine.

You could only whimper in response, body betraying you as you arched back into him, urging him to fuck into your wet cunt.

The force of his thrusts pushed you against the wall, the impact jarring your sensitive nerves and sending sparks of pleasure through your veins.

Albert’s fingers dug into your soft flesh, leaving marks that would remind her of this night,

You felt her orgasm building. It coiled low in your belly, tightening with each thrust until you were on the edge of release.

Albert seemed to sense your impending climax, his movements becoming more erratic as he sought his own pleasure.

With a final, powerful thrust, Albert cock shuddered his thick seed spirting between your cold hand hard around the back of your throat.

Your heart rates slowed and their breathing returned to normal,

Albert gently turned you, face to face with him, his crimson eyes burning into yours.

He cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing across your bottom lip, smearing the remnants of your lipstick.

"You're going to be mine forever, Y/N,"

he whispered, his voice a raspy promise.

So his..

Before you could respond, Albert’s fangs sank into the soft skin of your neck, his mouth sealing the small wounds as he drank deeply.

You gasped as you felt his cold venom coursing through your veins, transforming you, awakening your senses to a new, dark world.

Albert pulled away, licking his lips, blood staining his teeth,

Eyes fluttered open, revealing a hunger that matched his own.

You was no longer just an overtime worker anymore, You were now a creature of the night, a vampire, ready to embrace the erotic and dangerous life that lay before you.

[the-fo0l]

hi so you said you write for resident evil? idk if that includes 5, but is it possible to have soft possessive headcanons for wesker?

like imagine hes not harsh or scary w his boo but he just doesnt want them to get hurt so hes just firm but gentle, there r tears in my eyes

Yandere Wesker x reader

- soft possessive headcanons

ohhh lord...

Albert is a dangerous man to have this obsessed with you

An egotistical megalomaniac with an incredibly high IQ and superhuman abilities to top it all off

With the ultimate goal of shaping this overpopulated cesspool of a world into the perfect place for you and him

You are his queen/king and you will be treated like it

It should go without saying that Albert is very possesive

And he fully intends to have you rule by his side in the new world he's planning to create

Albert has never really cared to try and hide his god-complex

Yet his feelings for you are more than genuine, he'll do anything to keep you by his side, no matter what it may take

Yes, he kills without hesitation or remorse, but that cruelty does not at all translate into your relationship whatsoever

All the affection and gentleness left in his heart is reserved for you alone

It's like a complete 180, he just so soft and gentle with you, meanwhile everyone else is deemed even less than disposable

Very romantic, very much a gentleman

He'll massacre dozens of people using nothing but his hands and then wrap those same hands around you with the utmost gentleness and care

It's rare that he even gets the chance to be jealous since he doesn't let many people near you

Very careful with who he lets interact with you, if anyone at all

He’s selfish about having you to himself and would never let you out of his sight if he could help it

Has a borderline meltdown if he feels that you are being threatened in any way. Someone he doesn't like so much as speaking your name is enough to tick him off

'get my lovers name out your filthy mouth'

And in those situations all that can calm him down is the sight of you, healthy and happy in the luxurious home he made for you

Only the finest, most expensive clothing and jewelry for you to wear, to remind everyone whos you are

He simply is not able to look at you with a morsel of rage or hatred in him

When he gets stressed he finds comfort in your arms, you keep the humanity in him intact

You've got this man firmly wrapped around your little finger

Intentionally or not, you've captured his heart, completely and utterly

You're in it for the long run, sorry <3

[tiredbonbon]

Despondent

Yan! Albert Wesker x reader oneshot ~

A.N: I finally got motivation to write something again 😭 Resident evil has consumed my life in and out help. This was pretty much a no brainer to write so do excuse me if its not that good yet.

Summary: You made a foolish attempt to get away from him, and now your gonna endure the walk of shame back.

Warnings!: implied Kidnapping, mention of needles/medical equipment, obsessive behaviour, hurt/little to no comfort, implied manipulation, major yandere themes

“You know, this was an imbecilic plan to begin with.”

“I know.”

“And after all I do for you, it’s a bratty gesture.”

“Im sorry.”

“…” He didn’t respond to your silent apologies, still walking onwards, his heavy combat boots tapping loudly against the floor. He was meanwhile carrying you like it was nothing, and for him it probably wasn’t. His arms rested under your thighs, holding your body against his as your arms lazily hung over his shoulders and your head rested on his shoulder, your whole body language displaying defeat, because thats what you were, defeated.

The worst thing was that he wasn’t even wrong, maybe it was imbecilic to plan this out for weeks, only to miserably fail and be carried back like a toddler after throwing a tantrum.

Its been maybe 2… 3 months since this situation had began, and if you didn’t know the experience of a living nightmare, then you did now.

Chains, Belt Straps, Needles, Pills. Those were all images that flashed through your mind when you tried to remember how the time had been so far. The first month was scarce of any memories, you were a fighter most your life, so initially you were fighting him too, tooth and nail, at first he found it cute, but it didn’t take long for him to start pricking and feeding you with fast acting and heavy sedatives. The injections and pills in turn hazed your memory to an extreme, along with lots of other side effects.

The weeks after that were monotone, which was why none of them stayed in your memory much either, he’d monitor your health and gave you vitamin supplements for the lack of sunlight, you initially refused to take them, but after a while, he beat you to it too.

You really thought this could have been it, that you had outsmarted him and found a safe way to get out of there, to get your life back, but no. The faked submission so he’d put his guard down, the extreme weight loss to fit through the tight spaces in means to get out, even the combat your practiced when you were alone, it was for nothing.

Because this was Albert Wesker.

And now you were here, laying pathetically in his arms as he carried you back to the inevitable, a walk of shame. You didn’t want to fight him, no, god no, he’d break you in all senses of the word, no matter how much measly combat you practiced, his reflexes, speed and brute strength would make quick work of it, overpowering you would be easier than squashing a fly.

“I do admire your determination though, my love.”

“…” Your eyes narrowed, because you knew in his eyes determined was just another word for reckless.

“You’ve grown awfully quiet, you know?”

Tears pricked the sides of your eyes.

“I hate you.”

… he chuckled

“I know.”

[yanderestarangel]

Wesker has consumed my mind entirely, so could I leave an request for him?

Albert wesker as the father of readers boyfriend, at first he didn’t pay much attention to them but the more often reader came by, the more his thoughts started to become intimate and every time reader would have a fight with his son, wesker would use it to make them doubt their relationship with his son.

Really love your fics, if you won’t do this request it’s fine, but really can’t wait to read more of your story’s! Hope you’re doing alright and take care of yourself 🫶

— HEADCANONS RE || WESKER FATHER-IN-LAW X SON-IN-LAW READER

TW ┊dark smut, ftm reader, aggression, toxic relationship, age gap, v!sex, cheating, eat out, blowjob, 69, sexual recording, sensitive themes, dead dove.

WARNING : no negativity please. If this isn’t your sort of content, block me and move on with your day<3

— SFW AND NSFW

In Wesker's eyes, at first you were just another toy for his son, you were already the third boyfriend his son had in less than three months — so the scientist didn't even look at you, just greeting you out of politeness and isolating himself again in his office to continue his work."It won't last long, I bet." Albert said to himself, referring to yet another boyfriend of his son, but he didn't get involved in matters... After all, he was a man too busy for trivial things.

You obviously tried to be a polite boy and get along with your father-in-law, but all your attempts failed as the blonde didn't even look at you — and if he did, you couldn't speak because he simply wore those sunglasses 24 of the day. It was frustrating for you every time you received a rude and rude response from your own father-in-law, making you give up on getting closer to him.

But despite his attempts to avoid you out of pure disinterest, he couldn't deny that you were getting into his routine much more than he wanted to admit. His son always brought you to spend the weekends and have lunch at his mansion, so finally the older man's eyes noticed you.

You were a kind and sweet man, different from his son who was always the same as his personality — only a little worse considering his extreme elitist upbringing. But not you, you were simple and sweet, it even surprised him how stupidly innocent you could be sometimes.

And his also knew that it wouldn't take long for his son to start a fight with you because of his stupidity.

The older blonde started to have unhealthy thoughts about you, your presence was like a balm for him, but also like an inferno that threatened to burn everything and everyone around him.

He began to wonder what it would be like to squeeze your thighs, how your soft skin would feel in his big, calloused hands — how beautiful you would look moaning and begging him to go deeper into your beautiful body... How he would be better than his son being a companion to you.

He really tried to push those thoughts away and tried to approach you like a real father-in-law would, apologizing for his previous behavior and that he was just stressed about some company matters.

But the way your face and doe eyes lit up at simply being treated well by him made the heat in his core gradually rise — every fiber of his being was pulsing and burning like a fire... Only he knows how much he controlled himself to doesn't push you against the nearest wall and make you his right there.

Albert tried to suppress the feelings of lust that were slowly threatening to rot his mind, but every time he saw your smile, even those caused by his son, he wanted to do some crazy things and take you for himself. "Fuck, I'm too old to act like a dedicated man controlled only by his desires." Wesker thought as he rested his temple on his closed fist and watched you on the other side of the room, in his mansion, hugging his son and watching a movie. But he knew that moments of peace like that would end soon, especially with his son's toxic behavior — he had already predicted this, but he never thought it would take a considerably longer time compared to other times.

Even though it took a while, it happened, you fought with your boyfriend and practically the entire gated community heard the screams. Wesker was still trying not to interfere in your two lives because of the feeling of wanting to have you for himself — but after the fifth fight where you were slapped in the face by his son, he felt obliged to break up the heated argument and take you to a safe place away from there.

Before you said anything he just took off his sunglasses and for the first time looked at you with his piercing blue eyes. "No no, you don't need to say anything kid... I know my son was a horrible man and an asshole to you. I'm on the right side, just because he's my son doesn't mean I'm going to blind myself to the horrible things he did you hear." Albert said it loud and clear, then his cold, rough hands found your face and made you focus on his face.

"Listen to me, pretty boy, you deserve someone better than him." He spoke with a tone that made you feel goosebumps, the nickname "pretty boy" came out practically erotically from his thin lips and the look with the older man's dilated pupils didn't help much with your confused feelings.

With each fight that happened in your relationship, you felt closer and closer to your father-in-law. Even starting to frequent Wesker's mansion when your boyfriend wasn't there, purposely just to be alone with the older man.

Between smiles, conversations and not-so-unconscious looks, you quickly found yourself sitting on the older man's thighs while both of you were breathing faster — unable to hold back any longer, Wesker had given in to his desires and finally kissed you, his lips on yours, in a warm and desperate kiss — his hands going to your ass squeezing the soft flesh and quickly soft moans coming out of both of you, the erection in his pants wouldn't let him lie that he wanted more than just kissing his own son-in-law. "Come on lad... I'll show you how much you need someone older who really knows how to take care of you."

Wesker's cock was thick and pulsing enough to make your brain shut down with each thrust, moaning and drool dripping from the corner of your mouth as your legs trembled around his muscular torso — your pussy dripped onto his bare, skin-tight member. skin made you feel the thick, dirty tip of precum kissing your uterus and threatening to fill you at any moment. "Fuck--! open that pussy wider for me, good boy..." Wesker moaned as he grabbed your thighs and squeezed the soft flesh there, leaving marks all over it.

Having sex with your own father-in-law was dirty and wrong... But it was incredibly hot. Unlike your boyfriend, the older man really focused on your pleasure.

He smiled huskily as he saw you turn into a trembling mess barely able to suck his dick while you did a 69 in his office. "You have a charming and pretty pussy, boy," He moaned, licking and wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking hard as he felt your hand on his cock, stroking it gently. The light pressure on his dick was pleasant and arousing as it also fueled his desire to make you feel as good as he could. He kept alternating between his fingers inside you and his tongue on your clit, and every now and then, he'd let a finger slip into your ass, and a moan from your lips encouraged him to continue doing so. "Fuck, you're tight, so, so tight..." Wesker's moaned, his hands squeezing your thighs, wanting you to hold onto him, to let him know that you were enjoying it. "My son is an asshole for letting such a needy and bitchy boy like you run wild, I'm glad I got you for myself, right?"

The two of you fucked like two animals in heat, even with your boyfriend at home — every time you waited for him to sleep and ran to Wesker's office. "Do you want me to help you with this my angel?" The scientist laughed as he fingered your pussy with two thick fingers, rhythmically thrusting into your g-spot and making you roll your eyes and hold on to the wooden table that you were leaning against, making the tall man laugh.

"Shhhh, don't make any noise, be a good slut and keep those beautiful moans bottled up ok? You really are sensitive boy- holy shit, it's just my fingers and you're already squirming for me to touch that cute pussy of yours." He snapped his fingers against your pussy, a sting, but not enough to make you shudder too much as his attention was diverted to your clit, flicking it with his thumb, trying to tease you even more and make you beg for him. him again. "You want me to fuck you don't you? Then you better beg for it boy." Albert pronounced each syllable fiercely, unbuttoning his pants and once again exposing his thick, pulsing member — you could smell the musk and the heat radiating from his groin, making you drip even more and barely be able to think beyond begging him in a slurred manner to fuck you soon.

"My son should see what a whore his boyfriend is for me, you know?" He teased as he buried himself without warning into your wet heat, covering your mouth with his hand as his thrusts were animalistic but with a concern that his cock would hit all the right spots on your sensitive wall.

Fingers, tongue, dick, sex toys, everything you wanted he used for your pleasure, taking you to orgasms that you didn't even know could be so pleasurable. Besides his look conveyed more than a simple desire for you — he wanted more, a lovers' affair wouldn't satisfy him, he needed to steal you from his son.

And how to do this? Simple, record a short porn video and send it to him later — cruel? Sure, but your father-in-law was sick and obsessed with you enough to not even care about his own son.

"Look at the camera, come on my prince, be a good slut and fix your eyes on the lens." Wesker pulled your hair as he made you look at the recording instrument with your face messy and flushed with pleasure — your pussy squeezed and milked the older man's cock as he made sure to record you from every possible angle.

"Smile darling... Tell him who you belong to." He grunted in your ear, hearing you moan his name repeatedly as he increased his thrusts to the point of making your groin hurt and hot, mixing your juices and his cum that made your thighs even wetter. He held his head tightly to the camera, as a cruel smile spread across his own face. “It looks like you lost quite a boy, I never thought you were so stupid, son... But you can leave it, daddy will take good care of your... Ex-boyfriend." The blonde laughed as he came again inside your pussy, seeing you moan drunk of pleasure for him — Wesker loved you in a distorted way, but unlike his son, he really saw a future with you by his side. Like his boy, as it had to be.

[5eraphim]

Okay so this has been stuck in my head for WEEKS and I finally decided to stop bein scared and ask you to write about it lol

So as a DBD player, I got to thinking that it would be kinda cool if survivors could fight the killer even if it was just once per round and then this scenario popped into my head.

How would Killer react to Survivor!Reader biting them as a defense/distraction/etc? My favs are The Shape, The Executioner, and The Mastermind! Headcannons would be amazing but if you could maybe branch out to make one a one-shot kinda deal? Maybe NSFW if you feel spicy?

P.S your writing and fics LITERALLY give me life YOU’RE SO GOOD 😭🧡

My deepest apologies for how long this has been rotting in my inbox, I thought this prompt was a lot of fun, and again, I'm sorry it took forever for me to get around to answering this. Hope you enjoy all the same!

Characters: Michael Meyers, Albert Wesker, Pyramid Head (Dead By Daylight)

Rating: R (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, GO PLAY OUTSIDE!!)

Content Warnings: Yandere, smut, noncon, stalking, choking, violence, sacrificed to the entity, predator/prey dynamics, obsession, sadism and masochism, reader is kept gender neutral

Word Count: 1.6k

MASTER LIST

TIP JAR

The Shape

It's almost too predictable for a killer like Michael Myers to wind up in a situation like this. As the survivor he brought with him into the entity's realm made physical payback, her signature, Micheal can't help but attract the "feisty" type.

A man hiding behind a mask, Michael competes with fierce determination and an almost primal compulsion to hunt, stalk, and slaughter like no other. Of the three, Myers would be the most likely to anticipate physical retribution from a survivor, according to him, all part of the hunt. 

Myers prefers to remain hidden by shadows as long as possible, awaiting his perfect opportunity to go in for a decisive kill. But remaining hidden in the dark is a luxury you don't have at your disposal on account of being Myer's obsession.

You didn't want it to come to this. Even before the match started, you prayed to fight any killer, but Myers, your disappointment only grew as you realized minutes later that you were his obsession.

The idea of fighting back physically was a spur-of-the-moment decision; you knew you only had one chance of pulling this off, and if you missed, your fate would be sealed. You usually weren't one to opt for such a risky strategy, but you were too blinded by your fear of Myers. You would do anything to get away.

Even though you couldn't see him, you could feel Myers' eyes locked in on you, no doubt following and trailing you from behind. The paranoia was torture, but you forced yourself to stay strong and ignore Myers, to focus solely on supporting your team. 

When Myers inevitably tracked you down and caught you after getting distracted by something else, you had so much pent-up nervous aggression that you couldn't hold back your body's instinct to fight back.

Fear overtook any lingering traces of rationality as you struggled blindly against Myers, but you had just enough determination reserved to take aim and fire a single punch, aiming for his head, landing against the cheek of the mask; it was just enough to disorient him long enough for you to wriggle free.

Despite the offense, Myers didn't think you had it in you to fight back like that. It excited him! As though you were holding back on him before, and now you were starting to fight back like you really meant it!

After enduring the pressure of being his obsession and succumbing to the fear of it all, you little humanity left to hold onto, almost nothing but your primal fight or flight instincts; it was truly a beautiful sight for him to behold.

The next time he cornered you, Myers decided he ought to follow your lead, only instead of going for your head, he would go for your throat, not with the knife, but with his hand.

And for just a moment, he'd keep you there. Only needing one hand around your throat to keep your entire body pinned into place on the wall behind you. Wood planks made contact with your back at odd angles, the dull pain radiating up and down your spine as you were face to face with Myers, close enough to hear his breathing behind the mask while he observed your face- knowing you believed he was seconds away from slitting your throat. 

Likely, as Myers holds you in such a compromising position, he takes out all his own pent-up frustrations on you. Leaving bitemarks all over your neck and shoulders while he quickly shreds the clothes from your body.

Just as you gave into primal fight-or-flight instincts, he was giving into his own primal urges. He'd won the hunt, and now it was time to let his libido take charge. Half-undressed, he ruts against you, and you can hear his heartbeat racing. Maybe even feel his body warming as his blood flows rapidly, but he remains as silent as a corpse.

After having his fun, Myers will take great pleasure in sacrificing you to the entity. Even if he couldn't take down everyone on your team before this, the opportunity to sacrifice his obsession in such a thrilling bloodbath overshadowed any regular trial as a ruthless killer. 

The Mastermind

It wouldn't take more than an instance of fighting back physically against him for Wesker to decide to hunt you down right away. He would've never suspected another survivor would be bold enough to try something like this on him. Wesker wants to know what makes you think you're strong enough to try something like this.

His reaction would be determined primarily by what point in the trial you try this.

Albert might think it's insufficient enough to ignore if it's early or if he's doing well.

But given how infamous of a hothead he can be, more often than not, any time you try this, expect to be met with hostility.

Wants to see you go from physically resistant to begging him for mercy. On the outside, he pretends to see brats like you as nothing but a petty annoyance to be dealt with, but on the inside, he absolutely loves doing this; keeping the weak in check is how he stays strong.

Wesker doesn't exactly get any legitimate pleasure from being hurt, but he will tap into the pain when fighting back. He does this partly out of loyalty and obligation to the entity but equally out of a petty vengeance to hurt you back twice as hard as you hurt him.

Wesker waits patiently before fighting back, taking care of those annoying teammates first to give you his undivided attention. As well as strategically lying in wait after the confrontation before striking while your guard is down. 

The very first thing Wesker does after tracking you down is wounding you exactly where you hurt him, though he's sure not to let you go until he's drawn blood.

Don't expect him to show you any mercy from here. Might go as far as pushing you down, wiping his shoes against your back as you writhe below, trying to squirm out from under his boot.

It's good foreplay for him, seeing the foolish survivor who dared to fight back, bleeding and barely alive. He won't fuck you in the muck for his own sake, of course. Wesker will push you up against a wall face first while he is taking you from behind.

If he's feeling especially good after sweeping a trial, he might leave you with just enough life to hold onto while you crawl to the hatch. More likely, you won't live long after such a brutal session. But even if you don't die, Wesker will be sure to leave you so beaten and tormented you'll regret trying to fight him like that and won't want to try again. Even if Wesker secretly hopes you will.

The Executioner

While the others welcome the resistance, even if only to crush it, Pyramid Head would likely resent you for trying to physically challenge the killer and disrupt the natural order of things. It was an injustice, and it was imperative to punish you for this.

Imagine playing as a "Gen-Jockey" survivor, the kind of teammate who provides the bare minimum to the rest of the team, putting your own survival above the lives of your teammates, the type of survivor Pyramid Head hated the most. A coward.

All that to say, it was an extreme shock after he cornered you and felt your teeth sinking into the exposed flesh above his glove. 

While you were combative and aggressive now, Pyramid Head knew you couldn't keep this up forever. You were, to him, nothing but a coward deep down. Even if you wanted to pretend like you had any real fight of your own, it wouldn't be long before you surrendered to your own exhaustion. Perhaps he was even doing this as his way of offering you a "fair shot" to find your way out before he got his hands on you. Like he would ever let that happen.

Since you tried to bite him earlier, he'd punish you by fucking you from behind, bent over a broken desk crushing your face against the hardwood surface. He was an inescapable force while you were powerless to stop any of this from below.

Would only give into his beastial nature to hurt and fuck you if he's already managed to kill the rest of your team. It's not his style to slaughter his obsession until he's taken care of the others, and he doesn't want to let anyone pass by without judgment.

If he doesn't get this opportunity during the trial, Pyramid Head will fantasize about killing you off last while staying buried inside you, feeling your pathetic body crumbling and going limp beneath him.

Paradoxical feelings of sadism and protectiveness for you as Pyramid Head is obsessed with being the only one alloweed to hurt you, judge your soul, or torture you. But all this cruelty is undermined by his motivation to keep you from getting hurt by others.

He is most likely to let you live after making love because the instant gratification of an orgasm, as well as the satisfaction of punishing you himself, will keep him from sending you up to the entity. 

Consider this Pyramid Head's very niche kind of post-nut clarity.

[missglaskin]

Yandere S.T.A.R.S Team (Resident Evil) platonic headcanons

Note- I am back (It's been years), this has been in my drafts so I said fuck it/this is so messy and the timeline/canon may not be accurate but enjoy! This is mainly platonic, but w/some characters it could be interpreted romantically

Characters; Albert Wesker, Chris Redfield, Jill Valentine, Rebecca Chambers, Barry Burton, Joseph Forest, Brad Vickers, Forest Speyer, Richard Aiken, Enrico Marini, Kenneth Sullivan, Edward Dewey

The first person you perhaps meet is Albert; he is the leader of the S.T.A.R.S Team. Not only do all the recruiters get approved by him, but he also overlooks all your tests. He greets you like any other, but gradually something takes a hold of him. He's in denial at first, even seeming harsh. You may initially believe he didn't like you; oblivious to the countless files and cameras hidden everywhere.

Having the rest of the team be just as enamored was not on the table. You are immediately welcomed by the team and Rebecca is the first to befriend you since you two are the youngest of the team. Like how Richard was tasked with watching over Rebecca, he’s tasked with the same responsibility over you (even if Wesker preferred to do it himself).

Chris can't help but grow quickly fond of you. He positions himself in the role of your protector; feeling the utmost responsibility for your happiness and safety. So if you have any problems - whether it's with Chief Irons or getting in trouble for say, breaking a rule; trust he'll be quick to intervene and 'save' the day.

You're all Chris ever talks about to Claire and before long, the two of you cross paths. Claire, like her brother assumes herself in the role of being your friend right away. She occasionally pays you visits and you can be sure that you will receive calls from times when she's unable to visit. Claire expects Chris to keep her informed of you at all times.

Barry, Enrico, and Kenneth all take fatherly roles; they look at you and already placed adopted papers on the table ready for you to sign. It makes it all the harder for Wesker to have any absolute control as they all put their foot down.

Barry adores you and it’s not taken lightly when it’s said he treats you as his child, probably cause he views you as actually one of his own. He invites you to a family dinner, introducing you to his family who all naturally take a liking to you. Barry insists on his house always being open if you need a place to stay or run into trouble. 

Since Barry sees you as his own, there is a never-end to his dad jokes. Even when you comment on how terrible it is, he likes seeing the smile on your face. Trust you'll be invited to every birthday, barbecue, or any family Burton event.

Enrico while he adopted a fatherly role, he was a bit reluctant to get so attached to you. He’s the few in the team who's fully aware and doesn't hesitate to call out the others when he thinks they are going too far. He worries a lot about your safety, and most times it's Enrico who comes out on top of arguments on who gets to drive you home. 

Kenneth as the oldest of the team, feels the most responsible for you. He is aware just like Enrico and doesn't wish for you to be scared of him or the team. He wants you to come to him whenever you need anything, even for small tasks such as finding a specific file. Like Enrico, Kenneth has no problem telling the others to back off if you need space.

More trouble comes along when Forest and Joseph come along. They develop their tendencies the quickest and tend to be the most clingy out of the team. They (along with Chris) become your partners in crime.

Joseph is someone you can always count on to make you smile even in the most serious of situations; he doesn’t care when others lecture him for it. You're not safe from his teasing. Granted you're not the target of his pranks but he likes to poke fun at you from time to time. It's why no alarms are ringing in your head when he says something questionable, assuming he’s just being Joseph.

You're not safe from Forest's playful teasings either. He can be a little annoying, poking your cheek or trying to tickle you when wanting your attention. Like Joseph, he's very affectionate, putting his arm around your shoulder and resting his head on your lap if you allow it. The others lecture him for doing it so publicly but Joseph knows it's jealousy talking more than anything.

As said, a squad of its own is formed; Chris, Joseph, Forest, and you. While they tend to be jealous, the three are okay with sharing when it comes to each other. Forest and Chris enjoy competing in shoot training and showing off who can do it better, inviting you to place bets. They're happy to show you all the gun's tricks and let you choose your weapon's signature.

Joseph, being a mechanic, can't always spend as much time with you. But he'll eagerly drag you into teaching you the ropes, whisking you away from the other two. He beams with pride when you grasp something from his impromptu lessons. Even if he's not exactly teaching you anything, he's happy to chat about anything as he works. 

Jill becomes someone you’re close to, someone whom Chris and Barry trust to leave you alone with. She’s not afraid to whisk you away from the others when she wants to and won’t hesitate to call out anyone selfishly taking your time (Uhm Joseph). 

Most of all, Jill loves having girl time with you. She's there for any fashion advice, gladly taking you shopping to revamp your wardrobe. If you're unsure how to do your makeup, she's eager to help, though Jill never wants to teach you so you can keep coming to her.

Jill is also willing to use any excuse to have you stay over at her place anytime even suggesting sharing an apartment to ‘save money”. And if you think Wesker’s the only one with a bunch of files, Jill has a hidden drawer filled with everything she has on you. 

Brad becomes incredibly attached but is a bit shy about approaching you. He'll do little things to make your day better, like bringing your favorite coffee (watching you do it too many times) or organizing your desk just the way you like it.

Brad tries to agree with everything you do, supporting any ideas you bring forth in, team meetings and hesitates to snitch on you, always trying to talk to you first to prevent trouble (aka punishments). Similar to Kenneth, he's aware of his tendencies and doesn't want you to fear him.

Richard is the softest guy on the team as said, was tasked with watching over you and quickly grew fond of you, He has made it well known that if you ever need help you can seek him out even when you get in trouble, he’ll gladly keep it hidden from the others to avoid you being in trouble even taking the brunt of it.

If you find yourself spending time with Richard, trust that Rebecca is there, too, being the sweetest in the group as well. Initially, she might not fully grasp her tendencies, but once she does, her sole concern is your safety and happiness. She frowns upon hearing Jill and Chris discussing ways to keep you confined and is the one who tries to reassure the others not to be too 'harsh' on you.

Edward may appear intimidating, but he's actually a softie at heart. While he might not warm up to you as quickly as Forest and Joseph did, given some time, he grows fond of you and eventually places him as your trusted friend. He's aware that his demeanor can be intimidating and desires nothing more than for you to feel comfortable opening up to him, always offering a smile whenever he sees you around the RPD.

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Chief Irons has learned that you're the one person he can't even dare to go near. You might be a troublemaker, breaking every rule in the book, but Albert will put his foot down to ensure nothing comes of it. It's enough that the rest of the team has a dislike towards Irons, and he, along with everyone in the RPD, knows that crossing you means crossing the Stars team.

Wesker also keeps the extent of his monitoring and knowledge of you a closely guarded secret. He's aware that Kenneth, Enrico, Richie, Edward, and Barry all vocally dislike the idea of 'stalking' you in such ways (they all do but try to keep it as ‘morally right’). In his grand plan, he hopes to lure you away, but he must do it in a way that won't raise suspicion.

You have the most protective people watching over you. Even a simple accident like someone spilling a cup on you puts everyone on high alert.

Your favoritism doesn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the RPD, sparking rumors around the station that Edward and Barry quickly shut down whenever they hear someone bad-mouthing you.

Chris and Forest, on the other hand, can be incredibly impulsive, leading to all sorts of issues that Wesker and Enrico have to deal with. Jill and Joseph even got in trouble once for punching someone.

That means going on no dangerous missions; the one thing they all agree on. Wesker ensures that all your missions are carefully managed, eliminating any risks of you being in danger, and he pretends not to know what you mean if you ask. The other members are willing to gaslight you, suggesting that you just happen to get the easy ones, even Rebecca and Brad.

They're all eager to fight each other to train you, each claiming they're better at teaching you self-defense. Chris and Forest are the ones who usually end up teaching you since they're often the first ones to arrive. But everyone knows that if Wesker insists on training you, they can't object. And it's probably for the best, as some (Uhm Richard, and Edward) will pretend to lose or go easy on you because they don't want to "hurt" you.

The team normally doesn’t go out, but they all want to spend time with you. Usually, all of you go to diners (except for Wesker, wonder why). There's a little argument over who should order you to prove who knows you the best.

Your seat is chosen to please everyone, sometimes between Jill and Chris, other times between Richard and Rebecca. Another silent argument happens when they debate on who should pay for you; Enrico succeeds by slipping the payment to the waiter when the others aren’t looking.

Everyone always makes sure you come home safe. You expect numerous calls from everyone checking up on you. They all secretly know you're fine, as they're in cahoots with each other, but they just want to hear your voice.

There's also a chance that if Richard, Forest, or Jill are the ones bringing you home, they'll make some excuse about needing to stay overnight because they're tired or the weather is bad.

 If you need someone to drive you to the station or pick you up, perhaps because you can’t drive, they're all willing to fight each other once again to do so. They've left important meetings or appointments countless times just to rush to your aid. It's almost always Wesker, Richard, Enrico (and sometimes Chris) who beat the others in picking you up.

Once again, you're always taken to events that the teammates have. Brad is getting takeout, he's on his way to pick you up since he assumes you're also hungry. Forest wants to go out for a drink, prepare for him to be at your door, and when you attend together, he’s protecting your drink with his life and will even pretend to be your boyfriend. Barry has a baseball game he wants to attend, so why not come with him and his family. 

Jill needs to pick up a new outfit or something in the way, she decides to take you as well. Rebecca comes along, and sometimes the three of you have spa days in the process. Rebecca also loves going on road trips with you; there needs to be a person or two with you to ensure nothing bad happens. Rebecca once brought you to her favorite team's basketball game and the two of you shared those nachos and fries. It was Rebecca's happiest memory.

Movie nights are a must. Brad and Edward agree with anything you wish to watch, while Jill and Joseph are fighting over which ones to watch. Chris and Forest are trying to get your attention more than actually watching a movie. Meanwhile, Rebecca is actually enjoying the movie and wants to talk to you about it later on. She and Richard ensure you have your popcorn, and Richard brings your favorite bakery treats.

Expect to be always praised when you're around the team. Wesker himself praises you for a job well done whenever you find a clue or bring him the right file. Richard, Edward, and Rebecca are the most vocal. Also expect Chris and Barry to give you a pat on the back, while Forest and Joseph jokingly pat your head.

Wesker has you as his right-hand assistant, even when it’s not officially confirmed as such. You're tasked to help and stay by him whenever he needs assistance. He pretends not to see everyone side-eyeing him when he places your desk right next to his, but then again, they all ignore his stare when they come to your desk for whatever excuse they need.

The best people to comfort you are Barry, Enrico, Kenneth, and Richard. These men hate seeing you in tears. Brad will try to make you laugh while hugging you, while also finding the right words to comfort you. You can lie to Enrico, and he'll still know; he's memorized your body language, pulling you into an immediate hug before the tears even come. 

Kenneth's ability to comfort shines in giving the best advice and solving any issues you have. Richard will sit next to you and listen; it could be the middle of the night, and he'll gladly answer any call or stay up to do any activities that will cheer you up.

Something everyone has huge arguments about is punishments; it gets heated at times. These discussions are, of course, not done in your presence.

Wesker is open to punishments, Chris and Jill agree with precautions, and Barry may reluctantly agree but claim he wants nothing to do with it. Brad and Rebecca voice their disagreement but can’t really intervene. Edward and Richie, like Barry, say they want nothing to do with it. Forest and Joseph don’t like it but will let the others make the decisions. Enrico and Kenneth are the most vocal against such decisions.

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Everything is going well in the team until the mansion incident.

You had to be with the Alpha team, unaware of the fate that fell upon the Bravo team, as there was no way Wesker would have let you out of his sight.

You had to witness Joseph get mauled by the zombie dogs, and if it weren’t for Wesker shooting the one coming at you and Chris pulling you along, you may have been a victim of it. Getting into the mansion has them immediately checking for injuries, only to realize you are just shaken up.

If you try to suggest coming along with Chris to check on what’s happening, Wesker immediately disapproves, even pulling rank to have you stay by him, and Jill agrees. Chris assures you he'll be just fine.

Things happen and it may lead you to be separated from Wesker and Jill. It makes all of them panic and look for you. Chris is nervous but assumes you must be with either Wesker or Jill. Jill and Wesker are trying to remain calm as they search. There is a chance you will meet Rebecca, who informs you of Edward's death, and this leads to you reuniting with Chris. 

Alternatively, you may come across Barry, who refuses to leave your side, leading you to reunite with Jill. Both scenarios will have you meeting Richard, who immediately embraces you upon seeing you safe. You may also encounter Enrico, who seems hesitant to inform you of who he believes is responsible for the situation.

Forbid you get injured at any moment in the mansion, everyone will be in panic. Barry will try to reassure you, holding your wound while Jill rushes to get any herbs. Or Rebecca will try to tend to you while Chris silently panics in the background, refusing to leave your side. Richard will insist you stay in a room for your safety while he tries to find Rebecca or first aid. Enrico tries to remain calm, bringing you along with him as he rids the area of any zombies, fearing the risk of leaving you alone.

Soon enough, you will find out about Wesker's involvement, and his first act is to keep you as a hostage, even knocking you out. He’s merely bluffing but needs to keep the others away. If he encounters Enrico, he is well aware the man knows he’s a traitor and will kill him in front of you. After all, you will know the truth either way.

It all ends with Wesker believed to be 'dead,' killed by the tyrant, and the mansion about to blow up. You and everyone mourn all those who you have lost, and you are surrounded by the remaining survivors as they try to comfort you and tend to any injuries you may have gained. 

You are too lost in your grief and all you have experienced that you don’t realize the eyes all watching you, as they all make a silent vow to themselves to forever keep you safe. And most of all, you don’t know that Wesker has been reborn, getting out of the mansion as he plots his revenge.

@aphroditelovesu @yanderes-galore @gwynsly @tiddlybops

[tesungs]

TYPES OF YANDERES - RESIDENT EVIL FEATURING ALBERT WESKER, LEON KENNEDY, CHRIS REDFIELD

triggers -> brainwashing, stalking, toxic relationships, possessiveness, obsessiveness, kidnapping, talks of murder

ALBERT WESKER -> CONTROLLING ->

Wesker has an icy disposition. Everything you do is for him and him only. You belong to him alone. Even though you were unaware of it at the time, he recognized you in the RPD and claimed you were his. 

You have been kept close to him. He would do anything to keep you safe since you are his greatest possession. He is confident that you will assist him in achieving his ultimate goals.

Wesker is the kind of yandere that chooses your outfits, and brushes your hair and teeth. To ensure that you are in peak condition for his plans.

Wesker makes every effort to ensure you do not interact with anybody but him, including your family and friends.

Even though his punishment was harsh, you realized his love for you. Wesker did everything he did for you because he loved you and wanted to keep you safe, even if that meant isolating you. Sometimes, it was difficult for you to understand this, but his actions were all out of love and concern for your well-being.

LEON KENNEDY -> EASILY LONELY / OBSESSIVE ->

One of Leon's greatest fears is being alone, especially after meeting you. He has an overwhelming desire to be with you at ALL times, no matter what you or he's doing. Everything between you and Leon started innocently.

 It wasn't until after you tried to break up with him that he became increasingly depraved.

 Leon deludes you into thinking you're still in love with him. No matter how often you tell him it's over and that you don't love him anymore, the more insane he gets.

 Leon keeps telling you that you're safer with him rather than without him.

Leon tells you that he'll kill you if you try and leave. Leon believes you're better off dead if you're not with him. 

Leon tells you that you need him, that he's nothing without you. Leon will say and do anything to get you to stay with him, even if that means hurting you. He truly believes it's the best for you.

CHRIS REDFIELD -> ABSOLUTE ISOLATION / DELUSIONAL PROTECTOR ->

All Chris wants is for you to be safe. He will do anything to keep you safe with all the horrible things in the world. Chris is the kind of yandere that keeps you all to himself. He’ll make up some excuse for your family and friends. You’re busy traveling the world, but in reality, you’re just sitting in a bunker away from everyone and everything that could harm you. 

Chris believes that someone or something is out to get you; he believes kidnapping you is the only way to keep you safe and that he’s the only one who can and will protect you.

At first, you hated Chris, and you wanted to leave. You couldn’t understand why he was doing this to you. But after a few months, you began to realize how much you’ve come to appreciate Chris, how much he cares about you, and how much he provides for you. 

Chris tells you that you don’t have to worry about anything; he’ll take care of everything. Chris wants you to sit pretty and do what he says when he says. 

[hamsternella]

On the edge

Cw: delusional, obsessive and creepy Albert Wesker; age gap, young reader/older wesker, non-con

The feelings were killing him inside; shame was churning his flesh. 'This is not what a man does,' Albert thought in despair. 'This isn't right.' But his hands were still resting on the skin of your legs, fingers tracing the bristling surface of your thighs, gliding gently up and down; in a soothing sway that kept you deeply rooted to your sweet dreams. Wesker took precaution with the sleeping pills, measuring the proper amount into your tea; as well as your parents', sparing himself any interruptions past and present. He needed to fulfill this fantasy—having you for a moment, at least.

He knew it wasn't right. Relating to your family was not a priority task; and falling under the heir's spell even less so. This was a whim, at best, and for a few days Albert thought he would get bored of having to look you in the face with such care. But that day did not come, and eventually he found himself painstakingly searching for the perfect moment to see himself inside your abode. And here he was: nightfall and your body in the middle of your bed, with a man who could be your father running his own hands over your skin. Sometimes those same fingers that brushed yours in a casual squeeze —a firm and correct greeting— slipping under the fabric of your pajamas, caressing the tenderness of your belly burning against his flesh. And who was going to tell you? Who was going to save you from that forced encounter?

To desire you with such longing was sickening—Albert acknowledged this with shame. But it felt worse to have to feign satisfaction at your mere presence when the reality lay lingering in the shadow of his darkest, most secret need. The man felt faint with anguish if he could not hear you, see you; and if he did, if he had you by his side, it was fury overpowering the desire not to be able to touch even a lock of your hair. It was constant torture. Where had all those emotions taken him? Had he ended up stalking an innocent creature, in the half-light of someone else's room? With his hands on young legs; caresses along a sleeping body, ignorant of a nocturnal invasion.

Wesker was a selfish man. The only thing that was keeping him sane, unable to defile your defenseless body, to force every gap and neat space of skin, were the voices in the back of his head. Words from a still sane mind. Something, perhaps, like a glimmer of humanity—what was left of it in him. But it was a difficult thing; his pants felt tight and damp with desire contained beneath the fabric; his cock throbbing eager to feel the fleshy pressure of your entrance tearing under his ravenous hunger. The need to fill you to the brim with his seed was consuming him.

What would your face look like when you felt it enter? Would you open your eyes and scream, or would you stand in fat tearful silence on your pillow? Oh, God. Would you be a virgin, maybe? Albert could treat you so well. He knows that, yes. That's true; with his lips on your cheek, drinking in your cry, and his tongue running down your neck in a trail of hot kisses. Your body would taste the touch of a man in love. Oh, love. He had never thought of love—but it would not be impossible. Wesker was a selfish man, so how fair would it be to possess a person who could not be one's own? Unfair to him, who should have it in the palm of his hand. But with you it wasn't right.

It wasn't right, but at the same time here you were: half naked, breathing calmly, skin bristling. Men like Albert weren't supposed to lay eyes on young creatures like you; but you always walked around with the shy smile and the bright eyes under your eyelashes, in a reserved gesture. You looked like a prey, with an insecure demeanor in the middle of the offices, next to your parents like someone going to a market. What were you doing there? What were you looking for with your unnecessary presence? Wesker sometimes wondered if out of the corner of your eye you caught him watching you, chasing your figure through the corridors; his eyes roaming your ass under your pants on the stairs, or your hands brushing his. You weren't waving at him, were you? Not quite. Not when you were taking so much time holding his fingers, caressing them; sometimes stuttering when you said his name. That couldn't be fear, either. Albert considered himself imposing in front of you; as one who imposes his courage in front of a lover, of course. Not that he considered you one.

Or would you like that?

What would you think of him? What would go through your little head about Albert Wesker? The wolf in sheep's clothing; the one who 'hides in the shadows', as you used to call him in front of your mother. How would you hear his name hanging from your lips? Albert could annihilate entire communities if he could thereby indulge in the pleasure of drowning your words in his own mouth, savoring your moans. All for an instant of his name in a trembling sigh against his face, with your breath occupying his mind for the rest of the night. And it could have been tonight; but the pills clouded your consciousness, and with it your judgment. It wasn't going to be fun if he couldn't make you cry, much less if he couldn't be the one, in turn, to soothe said crying. Nothing made sense if he couldn't hear your voice.

Time was running and with it the effect of the drug. A couple more hours and you could feel the weight of another body in your bed, along with the caresses and the murmur of another breath. Wesker was finding it hard not to pant; the hot knot at the base of his belly was getting bigger. He didn't know how much longer he was going to hold out. If not inside you, he had to at least try doing it on you—spilling a little, maybe. At least a taste of paradise. Would it be perverse if he cum on your lips? The thought made Albert desperately undo his belt, struggling with the fabric of his pants until the icy night air enveloped his member. He held it with one hand; the other ran down your face, pushing two fingers between your lips to force an opening fit enough to envelop the tip of his cock.

It took Albert great willpower not to thrust his hips to force himself into your mouth. His hands trembled on your cheeks, searching in prayers he never recited in his life so as not to meet your tongue; which would be to lose track of the moment, considering how sensitive the head was to the warmth of your lips. He kept on the edge, stroking them with the wet tip, in a back and forth from the inside out. Your teeth grazed the softest flesh, scraping the edges in a careless touch that sent shivers down the length of his body. Wesker bit his lip, breathing through his nose deeply. He used one hand to hold his member from the base, barely pressing rhythmically before feeling the oncoming orgasm.

Albert whimpered under a breath, closing his eyes tightly as he held his body from the headboard of your bed. His knuckles had turned white from the force; his legs failing with the speed at which everything was returning to normal around him. He tried not to look you in the face—he didn't want to be left with the image etched in his mind the next morning, with you in the office. What gesture would he get from just remembering his cum on your skin? Could you recall a glimmer of warmth on your lips? Would your body miss him on other upcoming freezing nights, surrendered to the loneliness of an empty bed?

Wesker was a selfish man, but maybe he could try to change a little for you. Force the dynamic. Maybe visit you a couple more nights; give your body another couple of quiet caresses and see how far his will would go. The limit would be to end up tearing your body apart under his claws—in other words, making love to you. He preferred to have sex. But for you he could make love; try to maintain the false tenderness of his voracious hunger while he churned your insides first, drinking in your tears. It was too much.

...

But you would definitely like it.

[arachne4]

domestic/yandere! wesker x reader

Wesker comes home from a long day at the rpd

Tw: wesker being obsessive, implied kidnapping

"Darling! I'm home!" His voice echoed through the seemingly empty apartment. Normally you'd be in the kitchen, albeit begrudgingly, finishing up dinner for the both of you.

While he never particularly cared for a stay at home spouse, at least not before he met you, it always warmed his heart and a few other places to see you cooking for him. Waiting for him to come home to you.

But now as he stared at the empty kitchen he felt his heart sink. He could hear the blood pound in his ears. The only thought in his mind making him assume the worst.

You were gone, you must be. Did you run? Did someone rescue you? Where did you go? Did you want to leave him? We're you forced to?

He stood staring at the wall, inside of his head. He had lost his whole world. His life line. His reason for being. He had lost you.

Then he heard padded footsteps from down the hall.

And out into the living room you walked with a duvet wrapped around your shoulders.

His normally cold eyes looked over at you with an unimaginable fondness. His arms wrapping around you as soon as they would respond, holding you next to him as he laid his head on yours.

"I'm sorry for not making dinner tonight, I-"

You muttered out a fake apology, muffled from your head being forced into his chest.

"Darling, oh how I missed you..." He mumbled into your hair, cutting you off. "Don't ever leave me, please don't.."

Bad ending but it's okay cus I cooked

[mushhroooms]

Pefect (Yandere! Wesker x Reader)

Once again it is 12 AM and I’m writing fanfic 😭

Wesker might be somewhat OOC, I’m just writing what’s in my head so I’m sorry.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Wesker had gotten a coffee and was sipping it when some imbecile ran into him.

His coffee was spilled all over his shirt, at least it wasn’t hot.

Needless to say, Wesker was more than pissed.

But before he can tell the idiot who ran into him off, he sees your face

You’re scared as you make eye contact with him and start apologizing immediately

“I’m so sorry sir!”

He can’t find the anger in him that was there seconds ago

There was something about you.

How sweet your face looked, your genuine apologetic look, and your sweet voice.

He snaps himself out of his daze rather quickly though.

“You run around like you have money to pay for dry cleaning and another coffee”

Instantly, you’re fishing for your wallet in your bag and pulling out 15 dollars.

“I hope this is enough, once again. I’m very sorry I should have been paying closer attention to my surroundings”

He scoffs “This is enough” he snatches the money from your hand and walks away

He turns around and you’re on your way again, except this time more carefully but still with your fast past.

You’re late.

For classes, he assumes. You are wearing the college uniform and heading in the direction of the campus.

The idea of perfecting the human race weighed heavy on his mind, but had he finally found a human he deemed as perfect?

The only way to be sure is to observe you, without your knowledge of course and that was how he found himself where he was now.

He blamed the world for how fragile your poor little mind was and how easily it broke over the nights.

The nights when you wake up drenched in sweat upon feeling his predatory gaze that stared at your sleeping form only to sob when you can’t find the source of the uneasiness.

He stood over your bed, you wouldn’t wake up tonight, he was sure of it. He made sure of it. He slipped a little something in your food to help you sleep better.

He noticed how the nights you woke up in fear affected you, how tired you had become.

How much less you were sleeping. He couldn’t have you dying on him, now could he?

You looked so peaceful, your breathing soft, your face finally looked rested, not worried or exhausted.

He couldn’t help it, he was normally so in control.

But he couldn't stop the way his hand moved to caress your face.

He couldn’t stop the way his mind wandered to him lying next to you, the morning sun flooding in through the window as he caressed your face and stared at you with adoration.

In a world that was safe, in a world where you couldn’t get hurt.

But this had to suffice for the time being.

Long nights staring at you in your most peaceful state.

God, what he wouldn’t do to tear you away from this retched world into his fantasy.

Where you would be safe until the ends of time

[salvy-deldroid]

Albert Wesker with a little researcher reader. Maybe the reader worked for Umbrella, maybe they were direct colleagues or in different departments altogether. Maybe reader catches Wesker’s eyes first, maybe the opposite happens. Reader gets reassigned to their own little project given by umbrella, and slowly they get distanced over time.

And one day Albert cannot find them in the employees files anymore.

There's so much that could've happened. Maybe he found out that the facility reader was reassigned to was abandoned by umbrella altogether. Maybe it's only reader who went missing.

But one things for sure: he's going on a hunt for you.

[the-fo0l]

Hey Can we get another yan Albert wesker x reader please? If not its ok. And another question, which charecter are you willing to write in mortal kombat? Hope you have a great day miss♥

(Sorry for my English)

mk characters are in my pinned post! also sorry this is super duper late! warnings: kissing/makeout, reader is not a fan, reader is kidnapped!!

Yan!Wesker coming home to his darling

You swirl the tea in your mug, playing with the way the liquid moves against itself. Every tick of the wall clock makes you more and more agitated. Usually, it would go entierly unnoticed, escpesially with the sound of heavy rain outside. But right now the noise serves as a constant reminder that your captor will be arriving 'home' any second now.

And, as if the universe had read your thoughts, you hear the sound of the front door being unlocked and someone entering the mansion.

After a moment spent re-locking the plethora of locks on the door, Wesker steps in, his eyes quickly search for you before he even bothers take off his rain-drenched coat. And he couldn't help but feel his heart miss a beat when he caught sight of you. You were leaning against a kitchen counter in some of the loungewear he'd bought you, looking nothing short of ethereal without even trying.

"Hello, my darling," he greets you as you make eye-contact. A greeting you don't bother returning.

Only after confirming for sure you hadn't escaped in his absence (nearly impossible considering the security measures he's taken against it), he feels relaxed enough to at least take off his shoes and coat before finally joining you.

"You're home," you state plainly as he calmly strides his way over to you. Your apathetic acknowledgement of him momentarily pulls all air from his lungs, even if your eyes remain focusued on the mug, you usually don't speak to him at all unless it can't be avoided.

"I am," he breathed, as one of his hands tenatively comes to rest on the kitchen island as he now stands in front of you. You take one last swig of your tea and place the empty mug on the counter behind you.

"....How was your day?" you asked, not that you particularly cared, you just needed him to do something other than just stare at you like that, with those with piercing, predatory, infatuated eyes of his.

"It was fine," Wesker replied, giving you a gentle smile before taking your hands into his, making eye-contact with you and courtiously kissing your knuckles, "better now."

He could've never imagined that someone could bring out this kind of emotion in him. He's a man who takes what he wants and betrays without regard for anyone or anything. He's fought and won against some of the most powerful of mutant monsters and most well-trained of soldiers. And yet he feels weaker that ever from something as simple as being under your scrutinizing gaze.

God, he's so pathetic for you.

He sofly takes your face into his hands, tilting your head up, forcing you to face him properly. He inches closer and closer until you're completely chest to chest. Finally, there is no barrier between us, he'd destroy anything that tried to fill that space. His superhuman strength is palpable, keeping you still as his tall stature cages you in against the counter. He subconsiously licks his lips at the sight of you so vulnerable under him. With exhilaration in his body, he leans down and he kisses you.

One hand slides into your hair and another holds the side of your face, keeping your head firmly in place as he gradually deepens the kiss more and more. It was an overwhelming feeling, your lips and body being smothered by full weight of his obsession. Your skin against his, the small muffled noises that escape you, the slight taste of chamomile on your tounge —he feels like he's going fucking insane.

How you can make him feel so strong and yet so weak at the same time is both fascinating and agitating to him. This annoyance is faux of course, after all, he could never look into those captivating eyes of yours with anything other than complete adoration.

"Oh darling, how I've missed you" he murmurs into the kiss, making sure to purr out the nickname in a way that makes your skin tingle and your ears echo. You push a hand against his chest as a signal that this is becoming way more of a make-out session than a kiss, but of course he doesn't take the hint, if anything, it encourages him.

You just pray the chef prepared dinner perfectly tonight, it's hard to sleep with muffled agonized screams coming from somewhere in the house.

[yanderestarangel]

♡ — 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐑𝐄 | 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘'𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃!𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐑

— TW: smut, praise, dark themes, age gap, light yandere, age gap, friend of your farher!albert wesker, v!sex, manipulation, nsfw, distorted mind, oral, afab anatomy, blackmail, recorded sex, daddykink, no pronouns used besides 'you'.

♡—Wesker was a sick man, he knew that, but Albert's darkest desires could not be ignored for long. He was your dad's co-worker, and to tell the truth, he hated the man, however, there was something about your father that interested him... You.

♡— Wesker, unfortunately for you, laid eyes on you, it was just small glances behind the dark lenses of his glasses, but soon after, you were already in the scientist's darkest thoughts. He thought you were a precious thing, a little pearl that needed to be protected by him, so he decided to get even closer to your dad, it was so easy to manipulate the man and infiltrate your family that Albert found it pathetic, but he needed you... Being close to you, you were eating away at his mind with every bitter second that passed in the older man's abjacent solitude.

♡— Wesker could just get rid of anyone in the worst way possible and lock you up in a place isolated from everything and everyone, make you his untouched little doll, lock you in a glass dome and watch you all day — he could force you to loving him, worshiping him like a god, he wanted to make you walk on the ground he walks on and see your tongue lick every drop of his seed, things escalated very quickly for him, but he didn't care, in the blonde's head, he was a superior being, and could do anything he wanted.

♡— Wesker researched every strong and weak point of your personality, in a few days he had a folder and raw files of hours and hours of recordings of you, either with the wiretap he secretly placed on your cell phone, or with the cameras hidden behind home — which he put it when he went to your house, to drink some wine and hand over some papers from the umbrella to your dad — or for the hours he spent stalking every post of yours on the internet. He knew everything about you... Absolutely everything, you were his obsession, you were his property and his alone... It didn't take long for you to realize that.

♡— Wesker began with calm touches, as if he were watering a flower, wetting your petals of desire with the nectar of hot, forbidden touches. He would pay you so much attention, wearing the best smile behind his serious and cold face, his lips would always have an expression of comfort for you — He would always shower you with sweet nicknames, telling you how proud he is of you always giving your best to you. college grades, or how good you were. He would divert your father's attention just to visit you in your room, giving you expensive gifts that you had wanted for a long time. "— I just remembered you baby, it suits your eyes, don't worry about the value sweetheart." Albert would speak in a hoarse tone, placing the emerald necklace around your neck, brushing his fingers for too long on your skin and leaving soon after, leaving you with a confused feeling in your chest and a heat in your core.

♡— Wesker has been mentally writing down the best nicknames he can think of. "— My Prince/Princess, My doll, My baby boy/baby girl, My little gem, My good boy/girl, honey, darling, dear, sweet little thing." And all of them are accompanied by mischievous phrases and smiles. " — Good job prince/princess, you did well... Keep it up." " — you really are a cute little thing, aren't you? Making Daddy happy." The scientist would purr in your ear, away from your father's eyes... Not that he cares much, but he loves the feeling of adrenaline, seeing your face blush, you would be a mess for a simple compliment or word of affirmation... It was so cute to him, like a stalking prey, a deer lost and beautiful in the snow.

♡— Wesker knew that resisting his charm was never an option, and it wouldn't be. He is a man who knows how to play his cards right, and it wouldn't take long for him to trap you in his web of manipulation and possession, he would make you his body, mind and soul, break you to the breaking point.

♡— Wesker would have luxurious dinners at his penthouse, calling his family, an excuse to see you again. He would get your dad drunk enough to pull you to some corner of the house and pull down your clothes, slapping your ass hard as he knelt kissing your clit, forcing you to lean against the cold wall while he fucked you out. "— Fuck imagine if your father comes in here and sees his sweet son/daughter like that? Fucking his friend?" Albert smiled mischievously, as he inserted two thick fingers into your hole, stretching you to the sides, leaving you well prepared for him. He would hold you with his strong arms, taking you to the table where your father slept drunk, fucking you in front of the man's sleepy body. " — Fucking h-hell Mmm- imagine if he wakes up? Seeing you like this? Seeing that you're nothing but a fucking slut." He babbled, pushing the base of his dick into your cunt, while you covered your moans with your hand, feeling your eyes roll back into your head with pleasure.

♡— Wesker will fuck you in your own house, making an excuse for your father who needs to recommend some colleges to you, while he aggressively beats you on the mattress, tying your ankles with his tie, while overstimulating your pussy, inserting his shaft repeatedly into your uterus, he'll just take out even the tip and put it all in at once with a sadistic smile on his thin lips. "—I could fuck you like this all day."

♡— Wesker would say such dirty and sweet things to you while turning you into a dumb mess. " — Your sweet little pussy is made for my cock, isn't it?" His free hand reaches down to caress your breasts, pinching and pinching your sensitive nipples, eliciting more moans from your lips. He continues to tease and torment you, pushing you closer to the edge of orgasm before pulling back, prolonging your agony - and his, you could beg and whimper, as he takes a cell phone out of his pocket, focusing on your wet, abused hole. " — Oh, you little slut," he grows. " —I love the way you look when my cock stretches you out like this Ah- Fuck sweetheart-" And just as you're about to fall, he slows down once again, prolonging your ecstasy, the buildup almost unbearable. "—Not yet, my dear," he whispers in your ear, his voice filled with wicked delight. "—You will come when I say so. Only when I give you permission."

♡— Wesker will take several photos of your body covered in semen, in compromising positions and with his dick in your mouth, videos, gifs or any digital media available, he will manipulate and chat you so that you are always his, always stay on his side.

" — You will never run away from me, my little pet... Or else... Your father and all your family, friends... They will know what a whore you are, so just be good and keep your mouth shut, pretty boys/girls don't think."

©𝙔𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙇 2023

[destinationtrekk]

Well I've been going a bit... Unhinged lately; and the umbrella reader prompt gave me a few... Ideas

Umbrella reader who fell first for wesker? In the whole yandere-ish way? Like "I have an entire scrapbook dedicated to him" way???

oh man this is a good one. cut added bc it ended up much longer than i expected

you’ve been working at umbrella for a while, you’re no longer just a rookie assistant. You’re in charge of your own lab and techs, and they actually like you, which makes manipulating them a lot easier

everyone knows who Dr. Wesker is. And i mean everyone. There isn’t a soul in the building, in the entire company, who doesn’t either shiver or scowl at his name. He’s umbrella’s golden child, after all, especially since Birkin went and got himself killed.

he is not known for being friendly, but he was never cruel to you, at least. Nowadays he’s out making deals and monsters so his time in the actual labs are rare, so every moment you see him is like a miracle from god.

you notice everything about him in these days. The cut of his trousers, how much gel is in his hair, which pair of sunglasses he’s wearing (no one except you even realizes he has different pairs - seven of them, to be exact). You even count his breaths when you’re both in the same lab and one of the assistants is pissing him off (he actually breathes slower when he’s angry, like it takes every ounce of focus to keep his composure)

this is when you think things might be getting out of hand. You’ve gotten yourself into quite a situation. You’re thinking about him constantly - in traffic on the way to work (he drives an unmarked, pristine black sports car), when you’re hunched over your desk working (he actually wears headphones when he’s using a microscope, you noticed he doesn’t like the sound of the slides clicking), when you’re cooking dinner (he never eats during his shifts, and he scowls at anyone who isn’t using a napkin in the break room) - even when you’re showering, all you can do is remember the smooth scent of his air when he walks past you.

you’re certain you know everything about him now. Even his cologne. A few weeks ago he leaned over your shoulder to correct one of your equations, his voice quiet and void of any emotion, and before he stepped away you got a solid breath of his expensive cologne - subtle, woodsy, deep, intoxicating. You went home and spent half the night looking up the undertones of every single obscure cologne you could find, because no way was it cheap or popular, until you found what you think was the right one

(you order it and a week later, you’re elated to find you were correct. Now your entire bed smells like him)

you make your move on a Tuesday. The entire lab had been whispering about annual reviews, Wesker would be conducting them himself since the other supervisors were busy. A few weeks earlier you had seen his coffee cup in the trash and memorized his order (ew, but you had big plans) and you had left a perfect cup of coffee on his desk before he arrived, conveniently walking past him in the halls just a few minutes later and flashing your most charming smile. He actually smiled back

later that day he leaned over your shoulder again, mouth brushing your ear and hand next to yours on your desk, and his voice was pure sin.

“My office, Doctor, three o’clock. I think we have a few things to discuss.”

needless to say, the two of you are inseparable after that

[degenerateworm]

Video games with Wesker!

I am a video game haver and player baby, so you bet my wormy ass I'm going to make some headcanons about playing games with my favourite man!

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Wesker knows you like to play video games. Of course he does, when often you talk with him about your favourites; the lore, your favourite characters, your favourite mechanics, your gripes and least favourite things...

It's not that Albert has never been interested in them. He's just never had the time. Ever since you started dating him you've realised how much he neglects his own recreational time, so you aren't surprised that he wouldn't know much about something solely made for that purpose.

So you decided to introduce him to it. And, because he loves you, he lets you.

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At first, he fails to see the point in it, because he's Albert fucking Wesker™, and he has things to do. But like always, you remind him that recreational time is important for one's health, making him huff and nod begrudgingly.

After a while, he starts to stare intensely at the screen as you play, pointing out things that you might have missed, and helping you with things you may not be the best at.

Albert Backseat Gamer Wesker.

And when you give him the controller, he has a small smile on his face, quickly getting used to the controls as you snuggle in beside him on the couch.

Although he does grumble a bit about having to take off his gloves to better play. And you know that this man, a master spy and infiltrator, would know how to work a keyboard and mouse.

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The first game I see Albert really enjoy playing, is ironically, Project Zomboid. He likes the difficulty and realism of it, plus you bet my wormy ass he loves grinding out tedious tasks and zoning out, like body disposal and loot organising.

I feel like he would like crafting/survival games the most, but mainly realistic ones; so I don't think you'd find him playing Terraria or Minecraft anytime soon. Things like The Long Dark as well, awful situations are his favourites.

Wesker likes to take the lead in these games, assigning roles to each of you and making strategies for better survival.

When Albert likes a game though, he studies it like a syllabus. You know he would have memorised all of the exploits and timings for things.

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Sometimes he ventures out into other games, but only if they are very in depth and thought out. You will almost never see him playing a fantasy, especially an RPG, because who else would he be other than himself? He doesn't have a very big imagination in these things.

So it's crazy when he tells you he's downloaded Baldur's Gate 3, and he wants you to play it with him.

Probably goes with the default appearance of races, although he finds out how to min max his character FAST. He'll find it hard to get into the roleplay aspect of it, so he will often ask you to talk to the npcs.

Doesn't bother with the Romance options, but he surprisingly doesn't mind when you go for them. Just be ready for his teasing, no matter who you choose.

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If you want to play multiplayer online with him though, he will be a bit cautious. You'll have to explain to him that he can talk through text chat, and not have his voice on file.

He can even use a VPN if he wants! After that, Wesker will once again relent. After all, you've introduced him to a lot of nice things so far.

I don't actually know what kind of online games Wesker would like. I'm thinking simple team FPS ones would be the ones he gravitates to first; things like Overwatch and Apex Legends so that he can play with you.

He likes to turn off the voice volume for most of it, as the characters annoy him.

Usually stays in a discord call with you, but sometimes he orders his team around in text chat.

Or chats shit to someone if they're bad. You just KNOW he would make up the best roasts.

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He doesn't see the appeal of single player games, other than to tell a story. If he wanted that, Wesker would just read a book.

But... Horror games. He won't tell you this, but some games of this genre give him ideas.

Maybe Wesker could bring this up in his lab later on...

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THIS WAS ENTIRELY SELF INDULGENT PLEASE AND THANK YOU :D