#but sometimes Wesker gets distracted by him

[tiredsurvivoronmain]

Xeno!Wesker AU (WIP)

[forthevillains]

Merry Xmas!!!! xxx as a late Xmas present to us Wesker simps could we pretty please cuz some more obssessive /yandere type Wesker pleasssseee!!! Love your work xx

MERRY LATE XMAS!<3 and thank you so much I really appreciate it!

I’ve been ill so I’m late with this and I hope it’s not as bad (wrote it w a fever lol). This is a short scenario that spawned in my head and wouldn’t leave so I hope you enjoy<3 btw no spice in this one as it wasn’t specified if you want it there or not

You've worked for Umbrella for quite a while, spending perhaps too much time in the laboratory, wondering about the new possibilities of what you were creating in there. You've always been very keen on developing new things, researching whatever you lacked knowledge of. You were smart, oh definitely, such a young thing with such a curious brain. Even if you didn't know it, it brought you very much advantages among your colleagues. Especially since a special someone took a liking to you.

Wesker's been around you ever since you got promoted, moved forward to do things of higher importance, to spend time with more privileged people who have fallen so passionately deep with their job you could barely keep up a normal conversation. Not him though, never him. He's always been an observant man, thus he noticed even the slightest of discomfort in your expressions. He always knew exactly how you felt, what you were thinking and sometimes it has made you feel uneasy at how easily he could read you. It all began so innocently you would’ve thought you found your soulmate rather than a future stalker, rather a madman desiring nothing more than to own, possess.

"In need of any help, dearheart?" he'd ask whenever he noticed you carrying way too many envelopes that they almost slipped past your tensed forearms. Little did you know that they were mostly empty, that it was him who purposely put so many in there so that he could seem like a gentleman, trying to help you out. And it sure worked on you every damn time.

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It was late, well past midnight. You were silently cursing yourself for making such a stupid decision to work during holidays. Everyone is with their family at the moment, having a great time, laughing together, telling each other stories from their wonderful lives and you? You were locked up in a lab, taking notes about the newest virus that Umbrella worked on.

The sterile silence of the underground laboratory enveloped the air, save for the soft hum of machinery in the background. You were just about to be done with it for today, your mind was going places, other places than where it should be at the moment and you could barely think straight when your mind was flooded with the images of your warm bed. You thought you could get distracted enough that maybe you wouldn't feel so terrible about having no family or friends to spend time with during Christmas, maybe feel a little more important, feel like you're being productive in a way... But it didn't work.

Suddenly, you could've sworn you heard footsteps. You turned to look down the corridor, but no one was there. Only the faint light from the lab panels illuminated the otherwise dark hallways.

You sighed, wondering just why did you think it was such a great idea to stay here during the night. What had your mind going places that were too far to get back from though, was the fact that Wesker himself decided to stay as well. You didn't talk to each other of course, you somehow ought to keep it professional and not intertwine with what he had to do... But the thought of being alone in here with him, even if he was in another room... The thought sent a strange mixture of frustration and... something else fluttering in your chest.

The quiet click of boots against tile echoed down the hall once more, and you turned just in time to see him approach. His tall frame, cold expression, and piercing sunglasses made him almost ethereal in the dim lighting, like a god descending from his private throne. Weren’t you a realist you would’ve definitely believed that he was indeed one.

"You're still here," he observed in his usual clipped tone. There was no question in his voice. It was simply a statement, one that you knew was far from casual curiosity.

"Where else would I be?" you questioned, immediately regretting that maybe that was a little too well played for him. That the right words would be all for you to vent to him, just like you’ve already done a few times. It made you anxious, eyes flicking away, trying not to meet his gaze. He could definitely notice, he surely knew…

You hated how he always knew when something was off. Of course he'd know that you were just avoiding how pathetic and lonely you felt outside these walls. Without anyone to talk to, anyone to ask for  advice... You didn't have him. That's what he kept telling himself. That you're just so miserable on your own that you willingly overwork yourself, only to be around him. And he wouldn't have it any other way. You belong with him, you can’t be happy on your own.

A slight smirk curled on his lips. "Well there could be loads of answers to that question, dearheart. What's more important is... Where do you wish to be?" It made you think for a second and you nearly blurted out that you'd only wish to be with him, working on whatever he was working on, feeling his presence, being close to him, simply breathing the same air while being able to steal small glances. But you didn't. You couldn't say it out loud.

His approach was slow, calculated. He never rushed, never had to. He was certain of everything—of you, of your thoughts, of your desires. The closer he got, the more you felt your heart begin to race, against all rational thought. What was he even doing? Has he lost his mind?

You had no idea of any of his desires, not how much he wished for an opportunity like this, to get you all alone, all to himself, with nowhere else to run to. It was like a dream come true and he felt exactly like a kid finally getting his favorite candy. He was willing to take a bite, oh definitely and not just one, but he has yet to savor such moment.

Wesker reached you, and without a word, his hand came up to rest against the side of your face, cold but firm. His thumb stroked your cheek, and you flinched, not from discomfort, but from the way his touch felt as though it had always been meant for you—like it had been planned. Every part of you screamed to step back, to pull away, to find a way to escape, but his gaze held you in place, like a trap you couldn't escape.

"You're trembling," he remarked, his voice low, darkly amused. "Why? Are you afraid of me?" His eyes gleamed with a mixture of pride and something darker—something that felt like possession.

"I'm not afraid," you whispered, voice small and fragile. Even you knew the lie didn't hold weight. You were afraid, but there was something else too. Something that went far deeper. Mixture of that something with fear was weirdly addictive to you and you couldn’t decide whether you wanted to run or play along whatever game he’s come up with this time.

He tilted your chin up gently, forcing you to meet his gaze. The intense heat in his eyes sent a shock through your body. He'd always been this way, relentless in his desire to break you down, piece by piece, until you were nothing but a part of him. You were never truly free. Not when he was around.

"Don't lie to me," he purred, the words a dangerous promise. "I can hear your heart racing. Your body betrays you."

Your breath caught in your throat as his hand slid down your neck, fingertips brushing the sensitive skin there. It was a delicate touch, one that made your stomach tighten in a way you couldn't deny. A part of you hated the way your body reacted to him, how your pulse quickened when he was near, but you couldn't stop it.

"You like me, don't you?" Wesker's voice dropped even lower, almost a growl now. There it was, reading you like a book, saying words that even you didn’t know were true before he said them out loud. His fingers brushed along the collar of your shirt, sending a shiver down your spine. His control over you was suffocating, but the worst part was... you didn't know if you wanted to break free.

"I... I don't like you. I mean I do - not like that - I mean-" You fell silent. There was nothing more you could do, you know that he knew now, you only assured him by your nervousness.

Wesker's smile widened, but it wasn't kind. It was something colder, something darker. "We both know that isn't true. Don't play these games with me, darling. No need to be shy now." His lips hovered near your ear, his breath warm against your skin. "I like you too, you know?"

Your eyes widened. Normally you would’ve loved to hear those words, but the tone of his voice… You couldn’t quite figure out his intentions and it made shivers run down your spine. His presence alone was overwhelming at this very moment. His fingers threaded through your hair, tugging your head back slightly to expose your neck. The intimacy was suffocating, and yet you couldn't look away, couldn't push him off. His dominance was intoxicating, all-consuming. "Don’t be scared now, my dear. Believe that I take good care of what’s mine,” he manages a disappointed frown. As if you fearing him was hurting him in a way when in reality - he liked it. He wouldn’t necessarily hurt you, but he liked to see you trembling underneath his touch, seeing the battle you were having with yourself over what you yourself truly want.

"I'm going to make you feel so good you won't be able to go on without me, my dear, I can promise you that." His hand came up to caress your cheek, his fingers gentle on your skin as he looked into your eyes through his dark shades. "You’ll learn that soon enough, very soon.” And after he let out those words, you knew that there was no way back from this…

[danosrosegarden]

(in something already established in some way...?)

giving wesker kisses on his cheekbones where they are most angular...

pressing a kiss to the side of his nose bridge when he scrunches his face and the folds on his nose naturally scrunch up and make him look so, so very catty, so angry, so aggressive when all he's really doing is a bit of a scrunch...

he sneezes, suppressing half of it, and the reader looks at him with so much unfettered joy in their eyes...

how's he reactin

fluffy drabble underneath the cut! ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

{gn!reader, ~500 words}

whatever it is that you're trying to do here, it's not exactly working.

he doesn't understand your motives, coming into his office and interrupting crucial work just to gaze at him with star-speckled eyes, a grin brushed with wild admiration, big pupils injected with awe. and it is interrupting, because it's difficult to not pay attention to you when you're in the room. you're undeniably clever and strikingly beautiful and he'd like very much if you could stop being a magnetic witch for ten seconds so he could get something done. he tugs himself out of the current, and you take that as your signal to leave him be. at least for a little while.

truth be told, he'd much rather you stay. truth be told, he isn't quite sure how to say it. softness makes bruises, splotches of purple and green that ripple searing pain when touched. what if something were to happen to you? what if you were to grow weary and angry at him and want to cut him loose? it would be far more simple to not let himself grow attached.

clearly, he has much to learn about being in a relationship.

and you're happy to teach him the basics: i want to be with you. i'm choosing to be with you. yes, you can have your privacy and personal space, but no, you cannot metaphorically or literally shut a door in my face when i'm trying to discuss something important.

maybe it's not an undertaking you bear with ease. it's still a worthy cause, and you're certain of it.

so he's learning it all and drinking it in in a hazy, feverish daze--i can be gentle. i can be open. i can let my guard down. i can be loving. the cross you bore truly was worthwhile, it seemed, because now he doesn't bat you away when you curiously and cautiously peer at whatever he's working on. he doesn't fight it when you say you'd like to just sit back and watch, that's all. you promise you won't be in the way! except you are, little witch, remember? but he can't bring himself to be bothered like he used to.

and he almost catches himself laughing that first time you come in just to plant a couple kisses on his face. what are you doing? ...can you do it again?

his reaction is varied...sometimes you'll get a small grin etched deep into the corners of his mouth. barely visible, but you know his heart is beaming. other times he'll even turn to give you a little pat and kiss you back! how lucky are you?!

it's heartwarming to see the bending transformation from what he was to what he'll let you get away with now. you know there's so much more underneath the frosty exterior, and the excavation brought out somebody you could truly love on without feeling like a distraction.

whatever you were trying to do, it worked out pretty well.

[slashersgostabbystabstab]

Headcanons for how the killers' would react to you trying to bite them! (I've never sent one of these before so I hope it's what you're looking for ^^)

All good! Thank you so much for the request!

I obviously won’t do such a handful of killers since I’m only writing for 4 specific killers right now, but I’ll add an additional one I thought would be interesting. I hope this is what you were looking for 🥲 I tried-

Singularity

Hux hates being touched, especially by a human. So safe to say he will NOT appreciate such actions

“Keep your human slobber off”

Would advise you to step away, but he’s already using his left claw to grip onto your face and push you away from him

“Do not attempt that again” Consent and notice is important to him mkay

More attempts will result in you being kicked out of the Huxlee Caracas III; if you’re his S/O at this point he’s still keeping you in his vicinity

“Are you trying to make me angry?” Calm down there Wesker

He doesn’t entirely mind it if given notice and he wants to get just a tad bit more intimate

Dredge

It doesn’t really perturb Druanee, it mostly is just perplexed and curious. 

It hopes its amalgamation of flesh is to your taste, if this is why you’re doing this. Druanee knows you can’t eat it, but it’s amusing seeing such things

With an unexpected nonchalance, it allows biting to continue if you want it to

Just don’t be surprised if something from the void reaches out and gives you a nibble of its own. Druanee totally does not know about that. 

This will happen a lot more; another conversation about boundaries unless you’re into the surprise love bites 

Blight

Definitely finds it strange when it happens, because you will manage to get a bite in seeing as he might be distracted doing something

Makes him wonder if you're seeking attention...

Talbot just shrugs it off and doesn't think very much about it. Until you do it again. Now he's really setting his pen down and looks at you

He can't talk so you're getting a look...can't really tell what emotion is present on there. He tries to communicate that it's not the best idea to bite him (but he is secretly curious to see what would happen if- Talbot No)

Definitely do not bite him. Not a good idea. Nope.

Besides his scientific tendencies I think he might actually like getting bitten

Deathslinger

Will stop what's he's doing and turn to you. Pretty astonished honestly

"Why are we biting, sweetheart?"

Wouldn't really be bothered by it and would instead find it endearing, just tell him first please. He's probably working with some tools and can't have ya getting hurt

Actually would enjoy receiving surprise bites; unless...you're someone random than what the-

Does appreciate if you kiss where you give him little bites~

Don't expect any bites from him however, at least...not at random like you might be doing

Xenomorph (take this one as you will)

If you’re trying to give Big Chap a bite, it means you’ve grown a close enough bond to be physically allowed that close to them

However, strong emphasis on bite. They’re not exactly going to allow it. At first

Before you can land any kind of nibble, Big Chap will bite you first

They tease you, playfully scare you with false bites. Until the day they finally decide to chomp 

Just like Druanee you will get many surprise (love) bites (which may hurt a bit more than what Druanee gives). Eventually though, they will soften their bites 

Sometimes the inner mouth is what will give the bites, those are more like nibbles and can be considered much more affectionate

You will be allowed to give the your own bites at some, because Big Chap will expect the favor to be returned (what a hypocrite)

Fun fact: The Xenomorph in DBD is obviously from the first ALIEN movie and is named Big Chap. Although I typically call Xenos by she/her pronouns (it's a joke but they all have potential to be a Queen) I went with something more neutral because the name implies something male…trans Xeno? Idk I just really like ALIEN

[lilmoonbunny]

Wesker with a university student s/o

No specified age.

Drives you there every day in his super fancy car that attracts everyone’s attention and has them whispering about you and him. If he can’t take you and you can’t get there yourself, you’re not going. He doesn’t trust anybody else to take you there safely. He just doesn’t trust anybody with you.

Loves when you kiss his cheek whilst leaving. He might not be big on physical affection, especially not in public, but he knows people there want you, and he needs wants them to know you’re his.

Nearly everyone knows who Albert Wesker is, and news about your relationship with him spreads around your class quickly. People question you, some ignore you, some hate you for it, but you just ignore them. He loves you and you love him, why should other people and their opinions matter?

Wesker is incredibly proud of you for pursuing your dreams/dream career and will help in anyway he can, even if he did insist that he can support both of you.

Let’s you sit with him in his office and study/work whilst he works. Sometimes he’ll get distracted by you, but he’ll never tell you that. He just loves you.

If anyone harasses or bothers you, he won’t hesitate to threaten them or the University. He has both the money and power to ruin anyone’s life and isn’t afraid to do so if it means you’re okay.

Dated someone in your class who now won’t leave you alone? Don’t worry, he’s got this. You don’t even have to tell him to, and you won’t even know what happened, only that your ex is too afraid to look at you now for some reason.

Tutor being unfair towards you? He’ll deal with it.

Nothing bad will happen to you with him caring for you.

Low-key has access to the University’s surveillance to make sure everything is okay with you, and nothing will happen, but nobody else knows.

Doesn’t like when you go out without him after classes, but he won’t stop you. He just worries about you and doesn’t want anything bad to happen to you which is why he watches over you and is ready to rescue you at any point.

Takes you for lunch whenever he can and if he can’t do lunch, you two will be having breakfast. He just wants to make sure you’re taken care of and ready to work!

Nobody dares bother you after learning of your relationship as they know the risks of doing so. Wesker has a reputation, and it isn’t exactly a good one.

People tried befriending you to get closer to him, but you knew and told him. He was quick to comfort you the best he could if it bothered you.

Will try comfort you if you’re overwhelmed and forces you to take breaks.

“There’s no point overworking yourself, Dearheart. Your work won’t be the best it can be if you’re stressing.”

Takes baths with you and gives you a massage when you’re stressed.

Worried about deadlines? Don’t worry, he can extend them for you if you absolutely need him to do so.

Insists you move in with him rather than living in university accommodation. Says it’ll be easier and cheaper for you, but really, he just wants you with him and he doesn’t trust your roommates.

Throws you a fancy graduation party once you finish and asks you to marry him once you’re both home.

[cho-aaacho]

(HC) How to make Albert Wesker Blushes

Masterlist I Archive of Our Own

Calling him by his pet name in public.

Awwwww, he'll be embarrassed and look so adorable with his rosy cheeks!

Gazing at his face while he talks with someone, maybe when he talks with his coworkers. He will be distracted by you and exhale to calm himself.

Holding his hand when he gets mad and gazing at him without expression, I'm sure he'll giggle and realize that anger doesn't solve anything.

Give him a small kiss on the cheek while he was working behind the computer; he would groan as if in pain and massage his temples.

Blow in his ear from behind, pinch his cheeks, or say corny things before bed.

Making a cute breakfast like cat-shaped bread and milk in a cute Godzilla glass.

If you make him a handmade bracelet with cat and Godzilla beads as a pattern, he will smile shyly at himself whenever he looks at it while typing on his computer.

Changed his wallpaper with a candid photo of him with a caption like...

Al-nyan Whiskas eating ice cream (*❛‿❛*)

Al-nyan Whiskas sleeping on the couch (⁠=⁠^⁠･⁠ｪ⁠･⁠^⁠=⁠) 

Al-nyan Whiskas, get ready to the office (⁠っ⁠.⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠っ 

This is Al-nyan Whiskas; he doesn't bite. \⁠(⁠๑⁠╹⁠◡⁠╹⁠๑⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♬

Making him a lunch box in a cute bento box, and sometimes using a pastel-colored bento box.

Chris will be laughing at him, and Albert will get embarrassed.

Chris : Hahaha, what this time? A bread with a dog shape?

Oh, shut up, Chris!?

He can't be angry at you because everything you do to him always makes him smile, even corny things.

Albert: Sweetheart, my love for you is unchanging. I don't need anything else because you have made me complete.

Now, you're the one who blushes.

A/N : I don't know if everyone loves this, haha. But I still have two drafted fanfictions and am about to upload them soon, so I wrote this to refresh my brain. Thank you for reading! 〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜

[vizishereig]

Chreon Week: STARS!Leon (Day 5)

There’s a new member in their squad.

Chris has a vague recollection of Jill telling him about a new recruit while he was writing up a report, but he was so distracted that it went in one ear and out the other. He probably should have paid more attention to her, though, because there he is, talking to Wesker about something in the captain’s office.

“That him?” Chris asks Jill, settling into his seat, glancing back at the rookie in the office. He looks young, almost unbearably so. His gaze refocuses on Jill, seeing her nod.

“Yep, that’s him. Fresh out of training, apparently. Showed some sort of promise in the academy. He requested to be put in with us instead of downstairs,” Jill replies, messing with a pen, her gaze also getting drawn to the newbie, then flicking back to look at Chris. “Of course, you’d have known all this if you actually listened to me when I spoke to you…”

Chris huffs at her, knowing that she was just teasing. He opens his mouth to respond when the door swings open, causing everyone in the room to look over.

Chris’s first impression of his new squad member?

He’s pretty.

He’s not the only one to think that, he learns later, but still. High cheekbones and blue eyes that remind Chris of the sky on a warm day. He’s a little awkward when Wesker introduces him to the group, but it’s more endearing than anything.

Leon, that’s his name, is well meaning, even if he sometimes makes dumb mistakes that would have Chris rolling his eyes if it were anyone else. He’s also funny, coming up with dumb quips that has Chris struggling not to crack a smile in tense situations. There are other things too, like the way the corner of his eyes crinkle when he smiles, the glint in his eyes when he’s presented with a challenge that makes him have to use his brain, the sly smile he wears when he flirts jokingly.

That smile gets directed at Chris a lot, when they become closer friends and Leon eases out of his shell. Jill shoots him a knowing look when Chris fails to joke back, red coloring his face. Leon looks strangely giddy each time that happens.

It takes Chris an embarrassingly long time to realize that Leon likes him. And by embarrassingly long, he means around a year of Leon flirting with him. In the end, it’s Jill who has to point out the obvious, and he still ends up not believing her.

Which is probably why he gets shoved into that closet. With Leon.

“Work your shit out, Redfield, or you don’t get to leave,” Jill calls out, causing Leon to raise an eyebrow at him.

So, work his shit out he does. And if the two of them exit that closet with rumpled uniforms and dark bruises on their necks? Well, that’s nobody’s business but their own.

[unnerving-presence]

hey how do you think stars wesker would react to an s/o who's SUPER affectionate and kinda clingy?

-🐺 nope this is not me no siree what are you talking about

i love stars wesker hes so skrunkly poo

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Honestly? Wesker doesn’t mind too much. He’s pretty tolerant of your clinginess and doesn’t have much of a problem with it as long as the other S.T.A.R.S. members don’t find out he’s getting soft. If Chris ever found out it might as well be the end of his career..

Though he was averse to it at first, Wesker thinks it’s quite sweet if you go into his office just so you can sit on his lap and take a short nap. It’s especially cute when you snuggle up to him in your sleep. Smiles a little every time you do it. Always makes sure you lock his office door before sleeping. He refuses to let anybody see him in such a position.

Finds your touch to be a stress reliever of sorts and finds it adorable that you want to give him so much love. He’s not exactly sure why they are, but your face kisses are his favorites. There’s just something about seeing that warm smile on your face after you kiss him that makes him happy. It makes it just a little bit easier to get through the day knowing there’s someone who cares about him so much. It truly warms his heart.

You are unfortunately a big distraction for him when it comes to his work. He really does love you, but he needs to get these reports done and you kissing all over his face isn’t helping him focus.. Sometimes even your mere presence is a distraction to him. How dare you be so cute..

While giving affection back isn’t the first thing on his mind when you want to give him love, he will occasionally step out of his comfort zone to let you know he appreciates all you do. Small pats on your back whenever you’re sitting on his lap, a hand on your waist whenever you’re at his side, and even a gentle caress of your face to let you know he cares. As time goes on, he does these a bit more and tends to be a bit bolder about it around other people. If he can get away with it, he’ll do it.

He can’t help smiling when you give so much affection to the point that you start squealing because of how much you care for him. He has to admit, it is quite adorable when you hold him a bit tighter with that cute little smile of yours. It makes his day.

He’s so used to you being around him that he’ll start.. missing you if you need to leave to go do something. He hates that he’s feeling such things when he has important work to do, but you’ve gotten to him more than he’d like to admit. You make his feelings confusing sometimes.

Even if he unfortunately won’t let you be so affectionate around others, it doesn’t mean he won’t let you cling to his side when you don’t need to do some other task for the day. It often gets the others wondering why you’re with him all the time. It gets to the point where they question why you’re even in his office for more than 10 minutes at a time and Wesker soon has to start making excuses as to not cause gossip between the others. It probably ends up happening anyways though. Damn you, Chris!

[l0sercat]

wesker for the nsfw alphabet plss

Y'all the amount of requests I have rn are crazy and I'm so fucking tired so I'm going to be slow to update and just do he asks I feel like doing so I dnt burn out. Hope y'all understand :')

Albert Wesker NSFW alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

There is aftercare if he has been rough. He will prepare a bath and get you whatever you need.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his eyes. They are just so cool and makes his look intimidating. And they always seem to make you shiver when they pierce you. He loves you ass. That's all I need to say.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He doesn't like messes so he prefers to cum in you. Also because he wants to breed you..

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

You came to his work wearing a small skirt and it got him really distracted and hard. So when you left and he could slip away he jerked off. The image of you in that short tight skirt plagued his mind and he moaned our your name.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Hardly has experience but what he lacks in experience he makes up in confidence.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Cowgirl but he's still dominant. Or doggy style. I can't pick 😮‍💨

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He more serious. What's so funny about sex?

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

It's all nice and trimmed. What else did you expect a bush? No not from this god. Nothing is messy or sloppy. It perfect.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He can be romantic. It usually is but sometimes it's not. He can be really sweet and gentle. It's kinda rare.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He hardly masturbates he just doesn't feel the need to.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He likes gags. Especially gag rings.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

The bedroom. You guys have privacy and it's easier to breed you.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you all dolled up for him. Seeing you in your best clothing and hanging onto his arm it's gets him going.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Share you. You are his and his alone.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He prefers to give. He just loves tasting you and having your juices coat his face.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It's depends. Most of the time the speed is n between fast and slow.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He doesn't really like them. You don't have them that often. He prefers proper sex so he can properly breed you.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He doesn't take a lot of risks and he's okay to experiment as long as it's not too risky or bad.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He can last for hours. With uroboros he has so much stamina.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He does not own toys he doesn't need to. He will never bring the into the bedroom. He has himself and his tentacles so toys are not needed.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He likes to tease but doesn't do it a lot

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He grunts a lot and here and there he moans. If your sucking him off and catch him off guard he'll whine.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He likes to be edged. Idk why but I feel like he'd just love you to tease him back and try to take control.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He's 8 inches long and 3 inches thick.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It's not that high. But when he's horny oh boy...

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He waits till you fall asleep then he'll fall asleep a little after.

[residentfurry]

FOR THE ASK GAME ERM. Either Ada Wong or Luis they’re on my brain rn. Or even Maria Death Island

I'm gonna do all of these so long post beware!!

ADA

How I feel about this character:

I have such a huge crush on her ok. Giggles and twirls my hair. Also I support her shady endeavors go girl get that money!!!! Her design is solid and recognizable and I really like that even though she does good things sometimes she's still someone who works behind the scenes doing illegal shit for money LOL. I also think that her character has a lot of depth even tho a lot of people just see her surface level.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Leon is the main one (only the remake versions + re6) but I can see her getting with Claire or another girl character! To me she's bi with a preference for women but she does what she has to do for her job. Oh and her and Mia <- my fav RE crackship <3

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

I like to think her and Luis would've been good friends :) or at least I think she's drop by from time to time to spy on him. Maybe if he joined the BSAA/worked with Rebecca I can imagine her trying to poach his research LOL.

My unpopular opinion about this character:

Uhhh um idk actually! Some people didn't like her voice for re4r but I personally loved it.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

I REALLY REALLY wish that she was the main character of re6. The whole story revolves around her and her attempt to clear her name and gain her autonomy back so WHY ARE THERE SO MANY DISTRACTING AND CONFUSING ARCS. Don't get me wrong I love Chris and the exploration of how his job has affected him and I LOVE Jake and Sherry but it should've been more about her...it was supposed to be her story....(and I could write a whole essay about how her re6 plot is a metaphor for abuse- specifically sexual abuse... but that's a post for another time.) Also I know Capcom is allergic to backstories but please... I want to know what her motivations are! What drove her to the life she lives now! What does she do with her money!

I also wish that she was in re8 </3 they couldn't handle her cuntiness </3

LUIS

How I feel about this character:

I love Luis, even with how much I see him on my dash i STILL think that he's underappreciated. He has everything a good character has, themes motives etc...

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

LEON I like to think that if Luis had survived he would have eventually gotten with Leon. I mean they lay it on pretty heavily with Luis' flirting, and they have pretty compatible personalities (when Leon isn't being a dick LOL).

My non-romantic OTP for this character: (This is a more if-he-survived-scenario) I know they didn't really meet much in canon but he's besties with Ashley to me. I like to think that she'd forgive him for his role in umbrella and they would party HARD from time to time. I also think that him and Ada would be friends (as much as Ada can be friends with someone due her her job and everything) and would probably take him to dinner from time to time to bitch about life and try to get information out of him. And Rebecca! I think he would love working with her and think that she's brilliant. Scientist friends forever!

My unpopular opinion about this character:

Not really an unpopular opinion but I'm still 99.99% convinced that he's still alive. Unless something in the RE universe blows up into a million pieces then to me it's still alive. If Wesker can survive THAT Luis can survive anything.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

Kinda building on the last question, I would LOVE to see him come back/be alive and work for Rebecca. I would personally like to see him with some mobility aid of some kind due to his spinal injury (like how Buddy at the end of Damnnation has a wheelchair!) ^-^

MARIA

How I feel about this character:

I like her character! I know they're kinda weird about her with her clothes and Leon, but I like how she's not romantically involved with anyone and her only goal is revenge/help her father/ avenge her father. I know it sucks but it's not often that we get to have a female character who isn't romantically involved with someone/interested in a mc so I think she's really cool! I also love how she's quiet and a badass and I personally hc her as selectively mute (aka situational mutism)

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

I don't really ship anyone with her!

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

Maybe if things Were Different I could see her being friends with Leon, as even after everything she's done he still sympathies with her and is sad/regretful at her death.

My unpopular opinion about this character:

I don't really have any unpopular opinions about her... maybe that she should've been put in some more combat-friendly clothing, but I digress.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

I dunno! I don't think there's much that could be changed about her/ her circumstances without changing her entire character. Maybe it would'be been nice for her to be given a normal chance at life, or at least join the BSAA or something, but I doubt they would let that happen because she's a bioweapon i'm pretty sure.

Anyways that's all of them! THANK U FOR THE ASKS ERIC ^-^!!!

[supervillain-smut]

Albert Wesker with a doting and loving S/O who has a strong habit of over working themselves?

Idk it's just been on my mind recently lmao

{Fluff- Fem or GN Reader?}

I hope you enjoy it! I certainly enjoyed writing it!

"Hey Albert, would you like a coffee? Maybe a relaxing tea? I can call Dr. Birkin for you if you need that data he has at the lab?"

"Y/N..."

"Or what about your suit, does it need ironing?"

"Y/N."

"Oh no wait, you already have a coffee, did you have breakfast before you came here?"

"Y/N!" "Yes, Albert?" "I don't need anything, thank you, except you finally getting off your feet, possibly getting some sleep. That would make me happy." Albert spoke in a flat tone.

"Well, I'm glad you care about me so much, but I'd rather you didn't have to distract yourself from your work, and I know you like it, too." You hopped up on the counter facing him. He had just emerged from the basement where you weren't allowed to be since all his classified work was being done there, so when he did emerge, usually it was from a lack of everything. Food, water, caffeine, and the most difficult to get him to replenish, is sleep.

That being said, when you had him, you spoiled him and doted on him endlessly, which he loved most of the time, but recently you'd been picking up his bad habit of not sleeping to do so, and he was beginning to worry.

He smirked and stood in front of you, between your legs dangling off the counter, and faked a yawn. You followed seconds later with a real one of your own. "As I thought." You pouted at his trick. "Now, go to bed, please. It does me no good if we're both sleep-deprived." He began to walk back to the basement door, and you had to think quickly about how to drag him down with you.

"Only if you do, too." Albert stopped dead in his tracks. "What?" You crossed your arms and smirked. "I'll only go to bed if you do, too. As you said, it does no one any good if we're sleep-deprived. That includes you." You couldn't see his eyes past his sunglasses, but the internal struggle was obvious as his weight shifted towards the basement, back to you, back and forth before he sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose and dumping the contents of his mug down the sink.

He stood in front of you for a moment that felt like hours, making you a little nervous; was he upset with you? The answer was obviously 'no', but sometimes you couldn't tell. At least until he scooped you off of the counter, leaving you to cling to him like a koala as he marched both of you upstairs. Your hand toyed with the hair at the base of his neck as you rested your head on his shoulder, beaming with victory as your body registered the path to the bedroom.

You felt the softness of your pillows and blankets as he set you down, sitting at the edge of the bed to remove his shoes and blazer, setting his sunglasses down on the nightstand as he settled in beside you, those icy blue eyes staring back at you fondly before he pulled you towards him so he could spoon you. You shifted so your back was flush against his chest and sighed in contentment as he kissed your shoulder before settling in for your nap.

[redemptioninterlude]

@jotales - wesker gets a new follower starter !

there's some people in this industry that you're meant to feel INDEBTED TO.

sometimes ada wonders if that's why he does it. picks her, when the net's closing in... hell, sometimes she wonders if he's the reason that her little arm of the triads back home had managed to capture the attentions of none other than the illustrious FBI. what a pain. younger, then, and more careless, she'd been learning what it meant to make the slip when he'd convinced her that there was a future through him. the first time she'd heard the name the organization, it hadn't felt real... none of it did, then, and it'd been almost laughable to see how much of her understanding of the world at large had changed since then. he'd been looking to extract himself of the debt he'd found himself in. she was just looking for a way out.

he'd given her a glance of the truth, and oh, what a chaotic scene she found herself witness to. she'd fed him this name, a safe name, one that wouldn't tie to anything, or anyone. her own, buried deep by now, she's learned the value of secrets, of holding parts of yourself inside. people like wesker were DANGEROUS... a little bit of information and he could go and ruin your life. how many times had he claimed it before? billions were but a blink of a sacrifice within his eyes, a maddened man, convinced in the righteousness of his own plans and ends. there was nothing more dangerous than a white man convinced of his ideals, was there? knowing all too well after her escape from the dying raccoon city, that frankly, her worth in his eyes was solely determined by what she could extract out of a terrible situation - in that moment, a sample of tissue, in another, the amber.

... FUCKING PRICK. this had never been the escape route he'd promised it'd be.

but none of that really matters now, as she leans back, her gaze seemingly distracted as she counted through every exit, the things within this room. you never really knew what to expect with wesker. "we really have to stop meeting like this." what's worse was ada wasn't expecting him, but it's not as if that was the kind of slip she'd let him learn. expression fixed in INDIFFERENCE, but she's thinking, thinking, always plotting for the what ifs. if nothing else, at least he's one of the few left that kept her on her toes. "what do you want, wesker? you're not one for social visits."

- @jotales

[theonlyadawong]

i am immediately wondering why/how ada is infected tbh because you’re right that she’s a queen for never being infected but also she’s a spy she wouldn’t have been caught + she’s not working for them like luis or krauser so how did it even happen? i hope it’s for a good reason at least

While I am very sad that she doesn't get to keep her virus free streak, I can already see how this opens lots of new doors for seperate ways, as Ada's most obvious trait is self preservation, so seeing her do whatever necessary to kill the plaga will be very exciting.

Also! Canon has shown us multiple times that Ada is not infallible, and that she does overestimate her own abilities sometimes which leads to her being caught (Ada getting knocked into the garbage by Annette in re2r is a big one), so it doesn't surprise me that she would be infected. And when you factor in how much is on her mind during this time (Wesker, Luis, Leon, Ashley, Los Illuminados) you can see how she might have gotten distracted long enough to get caught.

An important thing to note that has me all kinds of giddy, is that we have already seen all of Ada and Leon's interactions, meaning we know she chose not to tell him about her infection the entire way through. And if we factor in Ada's self-preservation, we can deduce that if she really felt she needed Leon to help her, she would have asked, no question. But she didn't need him, so she didn't tell him.

[midori-laboratories]

Ashes In The Fall - Chapter 13: The Road Less Taken I

Book 2 of the Calendula Chronicles

Resident evil, Wesker X OC

Story Summary: Marigold Ashford escaped the mansion, only to face new incarceration with a familiar jailor. She may yet have to make a deal with the devil, if she can unearth what this Faustian bargain would cost her.

There is always something left to lose.

Chapter summary: Marigold and Wesker leave the remote lab.

One phone call to HCF later, and Marigold found herself riding shotgun in the same van that brought her to this place. This time she was able to take a good look at it- tinted windows, back loaded up with fiberglass crates. The van seemed to ride high and light over the rough country back road, so she had to assume they were mostly riding empty.

HCF hadn’t known, although they were hearing suspicious chatter over the police bands. Their agents in the field had been alerted. Umbrella themselves barely knew, and the blood was on their hands; it had not yet even had the chance to dry after Birkin had smeared their operatives across the walls.

In a terse voice, Wesker told her that they were headed to a temporary field office outside of Raccoon City, but it would take a few hours. She nodded. “We’re somewhere in the Appalachians, right.” She felt him shift in surprise and decided not to prod him. This…couldn’t be an easy moment. Instead, she said, “I can triangulate where I am with a few fixed points. It’s not an innate thing, and only…sometimes. It’s not a precise science, but,” she hesitated. Then, “this never seemed an optimal location to stage an escape from.” Marigold looked down at her hands. Wherever they were going, she could at least start wearing shoes again. It seemed like such a small thing, especially now.

She reached down to crack the window open. Small enclosed spaces like this were still a lot to handle - the memory of her panic the last time she had been in here was still fresh, even with the tension…handled. Marigold paused. “There’s no crank,” she said, almost to herself. Wesker snorted amusement and pressed the automatic window button from his side to get her window. She flinched back from it, then stilled in an attempt to mask her irritation. After a moment she relaxed, leaning into the airflow towards fresh air.

“They started phasing them out a few years ago. This is a newer vehicle,” he responded, more to the wave of irritation flowing towards him than anything she has said.

They rode on for a while. It would be close to dark before they arrived at the field office. Marigold started to nod off, then jerked awake with a start. Oh my god, a man’s voice echoed in her head. It’s found me.

“Pull over.”

Wesker hesitated. “We need to keep moving.”

“I doubt he has long, and I have no idea if this will transmit to you. Pull over if you don’t want to drive into a tree.” Without further argument, she fumbled with the window and closed it again. The wind would only be a distraction. The van had barely slowed to a halt when she let her head fall forward, and reached out -

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Matthew Shafer, operations engineer in the NEST, had had the good luck to be in a secure area when the infected had started to tear through the NEST facility. Their vaccines had failed. Whatever strain of T-virus they carried was so much worse.

He had the very, very bad luck to be sealed from the surface. Normally, that might be fine. But now?

And…something had begun to tear through the research level. Something monstrous. Below a certain level of the facility, people at least had an inkling of what the Birkins were really doing down here. Their needs were highly specific, and the team needed to meet them. Precisely. Accurately. Without fail.

When systems were acting outside parameters, he would send off a report to head office to make sure everything that could be done, would be done, to keep things stable. That was his job. And yet not one week after filing his report, gunfire had been heard below, and the NEST had quickly become a living hell.

That thing was now hunting anyone who was left. He had lost radio contact with maintenance on that level hours ago. and his door was the first in the corridor from the stairs on the next level up. Suddenly the steel-reinforced door didn’t seem like nearly enough to hold out for when rescue came.

If rescue came at all. Given how Arklay had been written off, Matthew suddenly found himself envying the stream of no-shows and transfers that had been hemorrhaging from Raccoon City over the past few months.

The door buckled as the creature outside hit the frame. Matthew had already backed into the far corner of the room, pressing hard into the far wall. Oh my god. This is it. Radio reports from downstairs suggested that gunfire only annoyed the creature, at worst. Help me. Help me.

A soft pressure in his mind, like a thin blanket. Then a soft, feminine voice in his head. I think it’s going to get in.

Matthew seemed to go slack. He didn’t care if this meant he was going crazy. At least he wasn’t trapped in here alone. Somehow, the logic felt immutable. “G is loose. I…oh noooo.” The door buckled again with a screaming sound. One more hit would take it off its hinges. The desk in from of the door would buy him approximately three seconds. The gun in his hand would likely buy him another 10 seconds of cowering miserably in his office before getting torn apart.

There’s an easy way and a hard way to go. The voice whispered. The easy way is in your hand. The hard way will come for you if you wait for it.

“The water treatment plant. Something was wrong with it. All of the waste from the research - it’s not getting cleared from the drinking water.” Matthew Shafer said with increasing numbness. That had been the crux of his report. It felt important. It felt like meaningless trivia. It meant nothing in the face of the end, bashing at his door with primal rage.

It would get through.

He was going to die in here. He looked at the gun. Useless against anything carrying the G-Virus. But he could spare himself a horrible death, and spare others the violence his reanimation would inevitably carry.

Hurry, the voice sighed.

The door crashed open, exploding off its hinges. A hideous parody of William Birkin peered through at him.

In the end, it really was the easy choice.

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— then pulled back, wheezing. The after-image of Matthew’s last moments, the behemoth ducking through the shattered doorframe, burned in her mind’s eye. She turned towards the driver's seat and pushed the image at Wesker. The hiss of breath told her that he’d received it.

The van sat idling at the side of the dirt road. Wesker sat, staring at her, rigid. She hadn’t pushed a directive at him before, she realized. Whether he realized what had happened, what she had done, was a coin toss.

Did any of that come through before that last part, she asked. Wesker shook his head, temporarily rendered mute. The last time he had seen Birkin, the man had been pledging to make the virus even stronger. It seemed that G had become far too strong, too volatile, to handle.

For her part, Marigold seemed momentarily relieved. “Closed circuit. Thank goodness for small miracles.” She tipped her head back and reached for a bottle of water in the center console. The movement was oddly sedate. Reaching that far drained her, still. Something about the G-Virus was amplifying the strength of the signal...“I didn’t think any of mine were left in Raccoon. There are - always were - different grades of exposure - he must have got a small one at some point that built up.” She looked at Wesker, suddenly calm. “It’s started. Someone contaminated a wastewater plant days ago. It’s in the town.”

“You’re sure of this?”

“He told me. He didn’t understand what was happening.”

Wesker took this in, compartmentalized it, and assessed. They were still a couple of hours from the field office. It would take some time to mobilize before anyone could move in. HCF would evacuate anyone non-critical now that they had the advance warning. William had overplayed his hand in spectacular fashion.

There was still work to do.

Shifting the van back into drive, they continued west, into the setting sun.

Towards Raccoon City.

[separatedway]

When Luke says that Simmons holding stuff over her to sleep with her put her in danger, it's then that it clicks what had been bothering her.

She had plenty of dangerous employers. Ada had never given much thought to sleeping with someone to advance her own ends or manipulate people, or just because she wanted to. Sex, at times, was just a part of the job. Sometimes she got enjoyment out of it, sometimes it served only to satiate and distract the partner of the moment, and she could get to work.

And as dangerous as some of her targets and employers were... they never were dangerous to her. Nothing they could do would compromise her personal freedom.

"You should have a long-term partnership with me," Derek had said to her when she'd reported back to him in Arklay, "A woman of your considerable skill, and my power and intellect would be unmatched. There would be no one else worthy of leading the Family."

She'd declined then, and he told her to think about it. That her rewards for completing her assignments would change her mind.

Luke was right. If Ada allowed herself into Simmons' bed, even as a courtesy, there was a very high chance she wouldn't be leaving it.

But then Hunk makes the comment that she looks like she's never been treated kindly in her life- and she has to laugh.

"Only twice," she corrects, smiling over her coffee, "And I'll count this as a third time I've been treated kindly. So, thank you."

She'd takes his advice to heart. Cut ties sooner, rather than later, and make way to see whatever Albert Wesker had planned. He was another egotistical man, but at least he had field experience, and at least he would be a useful tool to protect her from any of the Family's retaliations for a time to come.

She sets down her coffee, "I'm content to sit here. I would like some painkillers, actually."

Annette had done nasty work to her. She definitely wasn't what she was expecting from any of the other Umbrella Scientists and was a hell of a lot more equipped to deal with intrusions than other researchers, or even her husband.

Shame they were on opposite sides. Shame Ada was the only one of them that got out of it.

"And I am planning to stay a while," she informs, "I'm in no rush to leave. If you are interested in seeing what I have, you can do it on your time. You're free to call me anytime."

Allman, huh? Well, color him unsurprised the cats were all out of the bag. Truth be told, the secession was in the water from the start. Three pillars of personality, each with their own vision of a brave new world that was uncompromising meant the schism was bred into the program. Rockfort wasn't even the first domino to fall.

"Sounds bad."

It doesn't take a genius to see she's in a worse situation than she gives herself credit for. It's lucky she's got a talent for threading needles because from the bare bones she gives him, it's a lot of aggressive men with egos around her.

"If he's holding shit above you to sleep with him, you should cut and run sooner. Waiting it out makes it more dangerous. You don't have anybody looking out for you either."

Well, he'd look out for her, for now. So would Raul. He'd looked out for her when she was pilfering company secrets too, because his loyalty to the team came before the loyalty to the company. What she did helped his team achieve more bargaining leverage. The educated in Umbrella's labs would call it mutualism.

Let nobody say he couldn't play a long game.

"Sure. Looked like you've never really been treated kind in your life. Hope you break from Umbrella faster than we do."

He finished the coffee with a contemplative sip, digging into his own pastry and breaking it into crumbles.

"Sure you want to walk anywhere right now? You want painkillers?"

[unnerving-presence]

Pls I want to just be soft on him and hold him and love him but I know ALBERT WESKER would not let me!! I just wanna take care of him </3 love him so much

i think for affection when it comes to receiving wesker doesn’t show how he feels too often depending on the situation.

sometimes he will reciprocate those affections if you’re both alone at home, though they won’t be as.. extravagant. mainly just smaller touches as i like to think his love language is just doing things for you so you’ll really have to catch on to the things he does. it’s usually most noticeable when you get gifts or a specific type of food you told him you’ve been craving.

at work or any other public space his tolerance for affection is few and far between. he won’t exactly push you away or be rude or anything but he will usually deny your advances simply because he needs to do his work more than anything. that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want you there or that he exactly hates the smaller touches, just anything over the top that would distract him. holding his arm or calling him pet names doesn’t really bother him while full on hugging him and kissing his neck will probably get you a slightly impatient sigh before you are briefly pulled off of him (gently of course)

as said before though in a more private setting he’s a bit more at ease as he’s not focused on working. he acts similarly though, but that’s just how he is. he was never one for lots of affection or big speeches of love. enough for him was what he was already doing, which seemed to be working out for him anyways

probably feels a bit out of place for him when you start doing things for him rather than the opposite.. like stop that’s his job..

quickly leaves his mind though cause he loves the attention and you’re practically begging to feed his ego at this point