#albert wesker one shot
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Your Own Sky- Albert Wesker x GN!Reader - One Shot
Warnings: Cursing, descriptions of violence and murder, angst
You shouldn’t worry too much now, dear. You’ll soon be free of all of this anyway.”
The Police Station looked different at two in the morning, almost like a haunted house taken right from a movie set and put in the quaint town known as Raccoon City. The light mist of rainfall didn’t help with its appearance either. It stood tall glaring back at you as you stood outside the main gate. Your morning shift was long over but you couldn’t help but drag yourself back here, late at night when fewer officers would be around the station. You have found yourself doing this for two long and torturous weeks ago when everything changed in the S.T.A.R.S. program when everything began to change in you.
Your hand pushes open the ornate pewter gate, leaving it ajar just enough to walk through. Once your hand leaves the gate, you listen as it shrieks itself close. The sound echoed in your mind for a moment, when did this place start to begin to feel like a prison? You took your time walking up the concrete steps, each step felt like a sentence until you finally reached the double wooden doors. You pushed them open and walked inside, now in the main lobby.
The main lobby was nothing like the normal police stations in America, then again, nothing was like Raccoon City. It was once a regal art museum, filled to the brim with paintings, and elegant sculptures. Now nearly completely renewed as a fancy-look police station. It used to be one of your favorite things about the place, how every room felt like a discovery wondering what was originally here. Thankfully, the police station did end up keeping more of the more.. defining pieces such as the pure white marble maiden statue in the lobby. The lion statue at the top of the main double staircase, the unicorn statue next to the library, and so forth.
No one was there besides the young receptionist at the police desk, Officer Bradley. A man in his early twenties, with a short black buzzcut, and a gold hoop earring in his left ear. Currently in the middle of what looked like some random game card on the computer, Solitaire maybe? Bradley seemed to have felt you staring because his head snapped up to you so fast, you were sure he must have pulled a muscle. His milk chocolate eyes lit up slightly seeing you, you had both been pretty friendly in the short time together. A few greetings and asking what each one would be doing that weekend, nothing more than short and friendly talk.
Bradley smiled at you, it wasn’t a friendly “Hey good to see you one”, it read more of a “Hey, you should be home resting”. A sympathetic and sorrowful one. It was the same treatment you and most of your fellow members of S.T.A.R.S. The constant coddling and walking on eggshells, the never-ending condolences. You hated it in a way, you wish everything would just go quiet and back to normal but it wouldn’t. But you swallowed your pride and gave a small smile back at him. Now was not the time to be thinking about the past, not yet.
“Shouldn’t you be at home, resting for your shift tomorrow? Or should I say today?” Bradley asked in a smooth baritone voice. You swore that if he wasn’t a cop, he would be making a living as a singer.
You let out a soft laugh then shook your head at his comment. He wasn’t wrong but it wasn’t the first time that you had come into work with less than 8 hours of sleep. Plus the station’s crappy coffee while tasting like utter garbage, did its job of keeping you awake when needed.
“I’ll be fine, all of us practically live here anyway,” You responded dismissively, waving your hand.
“Heh..maybe for you. I like going home and living the outside life.” Bradley says with a chuckle and slight shake of his head.
“To each their own I suppose, dont work too hard.” You say as you begin to walk away and the small ramp then up the left staircase of the station. You heard Bradley snort but didn’t proceed to say anything more.
You walked up the stairs, turning left into the library’s hallway. You walked past the huge bookshelves lined with all kinds of research and information. Empty tables and chairs, with a few wrappers from the vending machine candy. It doesn’t take you long to get where you truly want to go, where you need to go. Past the unicorn statute, into a long L-type hallway. Finally, you reach the section of the station you have been dreading to be in every day since that night. The lone door stood there, with a metal plaque in big bold letters next to it that read: S.T.A.R.S. Special Tactics and Rescue Service.
You stare at the words that seemingly mocked you. If S.T.A.R.S was supposed to be at the top of the team, Raccoon City’s best of the best then how did everything go so wrong? The taste of bile slowly rose in your throat, you knew why. It sickens you and makes you want to scream out. But you don’t.
Being outside of the S.T.A.R.S office was already a hard thing but being inside was a different experience. Even now as you stand in the doorway of the office. You just frown looking ahead at the desks. There were nine long wooden desks, some facing back to back with the others. It was a small space for each person but they made it work. Everyone had something or a style to their desk to indicate it was theirs. You walk up to the desks, noticing the tenth and eleventh one on the right side pinned against the wall. Out of the eleven desks there, five were empty and cleaned out.
You frowned looking at them, it was only two weeks ago when your Captain took you and the rest of S.T.A.R.S on a mission regarding a mansion. The Mansion Incident. At the time, it seemed like a normal mission despite the reports of people.. eating each other. You took a seat at your desk, it was across from Jill’s and diagonal from Chris’s. Both respected co-workers and survivors with you. You couldn’t believe it was only two weeks ago, you lost five members of your makeshift family. It didn’t help that memories and sounds of their laughter and voices were a mere fade now. Tears began to prick your eyes, you didn’t want to forget them and all the time spent together, but every day you felt them slipping from your mind. You held your head in your hands trying to calm the pain.
Monstersourus. That is the word you use and still use to describe that night in question. It started normal, being dropped off to investigate only to be chased into a mansion nearby by hideously diseased-looking rottweilers. The rest of the night was a house of horrors, people being picked off left and right, monsters of all kinds and shapes attacking you from any opportunity that arose. The worst of it all was the betrayal by the man whom you loved and respected the most. Captain Albert Wesker. The man who sealed everyone’s fate that night and the rest of their lives.
Your relationship with Wesker was…complicated to say the least. He was your boss first and foremost but over the two years of working along his side.
Something had changed, your dynamic was simple at first.
You would always greet him like you would any other officer, and he would usually respond with a curt ‘morning’ or just simply nod his head. You would ask him along with the others if he would join you for drinks after a successful mission. He would always decline, saying ‘I have more important things than killing my brain calls on cheap alcohol’. A statement that rings deeper in you than you remember.
Sparring sessions with him is where the dynamic began to change. It was a late night after a rough mission, rough missions are usually ones where the team isn’t able to save everyone and in this case, it was a young kid. It hit you hard and instead of going home for the night like everyone else did. You stayed there in the workout area, just punching the hung-up bag over and over until your hand felt numb. The memory is slowly replaying in your mind.
“Poor stance and swing. Who taught you how to punch?”
You jolted in surprise, turning around to see your captain, standing in the doorway. Bemused by your fighting. His arms were crossed over his chest, his black sunglasses staring back through you. Still in his uniform without the vest and radio. Your heartbeat sped up, he always had this imitating nature to him.
“uh...Chris sir.” You respond at first, waiting to see if he needs you for something or if he is just making conversation.
Wesker scoffed, the corner of his thin lips twisting into a light scowl. His grip on his arms seemed to tense up.
“Remind me, I need to retrain Mr. Redfield. He’s getting sloppy.” You nod at his request, expecting him to walk away and leave you to finish up your workout. But he didn't, he stood there longer. Like he’s waiting for something.
“How long were you watching??” You ask him with light pants.
“Enough to know that if you’re in a real fight, you won't last long.” You stared at him with an offended expression, unsure what to say.
“Excuse me?” He scoffs one more.
“I know you’re not daff, you heard me the first time. I will not be repeating myself.” You frowned looking at him, this was honestly the most you have talked with him.
You and he may have not talked but you did notice things about him. While being a hardass and strict as the rest of the members put it, you saw him as ambitious and just closed off. Over the last two years, you had picked up on his little mechanics. Wesker is a man who speaks with his body when he’s not speaking words. How his lips twist into a scowl when he’s annoyed, when he’s pleased he lets out a smooth hum noise. When he’s livid, which you have only seen a few times, his jaw clenches, and his eyebrows furrow. At this moment, you knew Wesker was annoyed with Chris but other than that. You didn't know why he was here, wait he did...
“Would you like to teach me properly?” You ask a bit more sassy than you would like. Even if he was your boss, you didn’t like being criticized so rudely.
“If I didn’t then the S.T.A.R.S department would become a joke. I have no room nor the patience for more idiots on this team” And that was how the weekly sparring sessions began.
As the memory fades, you let out a short laugh filled with pain. You close your eyes, wiping the tears away. After the sparring sessions happened, you improved to the point that Wesker said you didn't spar anymore. That didn’t stop the two of you from continuing the routine. You grew to learn about him, how smart the man truly was, and how blunt he could be. It was worth it, or you thought at the time it was worth it.
Despite the tears no longer pricking from your eyes. The pain wouldn’t stop, now that you had remembered and started to think about Wesker. Everything was hurting, you never felt so alone and small before this. Finally picking yourself up from the office chair, you go to the small closed section with a glass door in your way. It wasn’t just any section though, it was Wesker’s office. Or it used to be his. Now it was just another empty seat along with the other five. Out of the twelve of you, you had officially lost six members of the team.
Opening the glass door, your breath hitched. Since that night at the mansion, you hadn’t stepped foot in his office. Part of you was angry, and out of spite wanted nothing to do with him or his belongings, but it wore you down to regret and sadness when you realized that despite how angry you are. You miss him dearly.
To your shock, all of his belongings were still here. All of his books are on the back counter behind his desk. The wall was still littered with all of his achievements and plaques from the departments. His name mocking you as well as you reading the title on the desk.
“Captain Wesker”
Even his desk looked like how he left it. All neat, a pile of papers stacked nicely underneath his desk lamp. A black rotary telephone sat near the lamp, which made sense if the police chief needed to reach him quickly. On the other side of the desk was a computer similar to the one Bradley was playing on. His office chair wasn’t like yours and your fellow members. His was a black and puffy cushioned chair, lucky bastard.
A sickening feeling came back to you, how was his office left untouched but the others were picked clean? Did…no one care? Were...you supposed to do that? A sudden twinge of guilt ripped through you. The more you looked around, you began to notice that Wesker had nothing truly sentimental, nothing that seemed to break the fine line of work and personal life.
Each step inside his office felt like the air was limited. Your emotions ranged from anger to sorrow. You wanted to trash his neat office, you wanted to reflect on the man who killed your friends and co-workers. Reaching his desk, you went and sat down in his seat. You let out a shaky sigh, it still smelled of him...Your hand clenched into a fist as you noticed something that made you want to scream and cry. It was small, so small that you wouldn't have noticed it unless you were behind a desk. Unless you were Wesker sitting in his spot.
In the corner of the computer, there was a tiny wallet-sized photo tucked into the edge of it. So it wouldn’t be able to fly away. The photo was of you and Wesker at the bar, you smiling brightly and him giving a half-annoyed smile to the camera. You were both sitting at the bar counter, a beer in each hand, you had your arm around his waist. Your head leaned into his chest while at the time Brad took the photo. At the time, Wesker wasn't used to nor ready for that kind of contact. Fumbled to hold you back, so the photo caught him trying to hold you back. His free hand is in mid-air.
That photo was the first night he had shown up at the bar. The first time, he had swallowed his pride and decided to join you. While he didn’t come along with everyone, he showed up later. You were so happy and slightly tipsy that you couldn’t help yourself and hug him and excitedly scream to get a photo. You assumed he probably regretted it with how annoyed he seemed. You didn’t know that he ended up keeping the damn photo.
“You bastard..you…” You spoke through gritted teeth, feeling the tears coming back.
“How could you?” You finally asked the question that no one would answer.
More memories began to cloud your mind, all kinds of memories. But the ones that hurt the most were the happy ones with him.
“Wesker. I’ll be fine, I walk home all the time when my car is acting up. I walked here, you know?”
The two of you were outside, it was snowing down awful. You were sure the roads had to be worse than the sidewalks. You were bundled up in a beanie, scarf, and police jacket. Wesker was standing beside you, in a long black winter coat with a red scarf and leather gloves. Fancy man he isn't. Everyone was gone at this point so you were just outside enjoying the last of your coffee when he asked you about your home. He let out a grunt that sounded like a scoff.
“I will not ask you again Y/n, get in the car before I make you work overtime.” Wesker’s lip turns into a slight smirk as he walks to his car. The use of your first name caught you off guard.
“Hey! Do you even know where I live??” You called out walking after him.
“Of course, I need to know my officers' locations in case it's an emergency.” You let out a scoff of your own, of course, he does. Wesker always seems to know something ten steps before you do.
“Wipe the snow off of your shoes.”
“Yes, Mom,” You joke, doing what he asked and entering the passenger seat.
Once you realized what left your mouth, you were frozen waiting for his response. Should you apologize? You weren't really on joking terms with him yet so this was a step in either direction. It must have been a good step because when you heard him lightly chuckle. You finally felt relaxed. Despite the light mood, it was quickly gone when the drive began. What the hell do you say? Do you even say anything? Maybe he likes the silence and you didn’t want to bore him. After that night with him coming to the bar, you quickly realized the next day. He had smitten you and so being in his car alone was making you more nervous than you wanted. Wesker kept his eyes on the road, taking the right roads to get to your apartment building. You would steal looks, watching as the pasting streetlights illuminate his face. How the hell could he wear sunglasses at night?
“Can I ask you something?” You finally spoke, feeling the words tumble out like a nervous mess. Great.
“Only if I can ask something back,” Wesker responded in a smooth tone, keeping his eyes ahead.
“Why do you always wear sunglasses?”Wesker snorted slightly then finally looked over at you for a moment.
“That’s it? You have the chance to ask me anything, and you want to know about my sunglasses?”
“Yep!” You said with a sheepish tone and smile.
“I'm just curious.”
“Curiosity killed the cat Y/n.”
“Well, satisfaction brought it back.”
Wesker let out another chuckle at your quick wit.“Touche.”
Then there was a silence like Wesker was hesitating or thinking over his next words carefully.
“Let’s just say, I like to be mysterious.”
You couldn't help but laugh at that. It seemed like a throwaway answer rather than the real one.
“What? That’s it? No way. Even at night too?” Wesker smirked once more.
“You already asked your question. It’s my turn.”
You slightly pouted at how he wasn't going to answer your questions but you understood. Maybe it was a touchy topic for him so you didn’t push it any further.
“Do I scare you?”
You blinked at his question. Did he scare you? Not really, maybe intimidate you but never scare you. He was a strict man, ruthless but he was a man who didn’t like incompetence and you could respect that. “Scare me? Why do you ask that?”
“Answer me and I’ll tell you.”Now it was time for you, to choose your words carefully.
“No, you don’t. You’re… a man who speaks his mind. Your appearance can be intimidating but you don’t scare me. You are a blunt man, ruthless sometimes but I think you do it because no one has the balls to do it. Pardon my language.”Wesker said nothing, and suddenly you felt small.
Oh no, did you say something wrong, were you kissing his ass? You noticed that his grip on the steering wheel tightened and then loosened. Like he was fighting an internal conflict with himself.
“I appreciate your honesty.” You waited for him to continue talking but didn't and you didn’t push him. Maybe he was dealing with something and just needed the small reassurance but you didn't have the guts to ask him. You believed he wouldn’t tell you directly either, you were just a coworker. Nothing else as much as you wanted it.
Neither of you spoke for the rest of the car ride until he parked to let you out.
“Y/n.”
“Hm?”
“Before you go inside. I would like you to accompany me to dinner this week if you’re free.”You blinked in surprise. No way, he wasn't asking you out?
“Dinner?”
Wesker sighed once more, opening his mouth to speak but you beat him to it.
“I know I know, you don't like repeating yourself. But I just wanted to make sure I heard you right.”
“Is it a yes?”
“Yes.”
There your relationship began to blossom from simple co-workers to a forbidden romance. A fruit that tasted so sweet who could ever see the downfall? It was bliss and simple and you loved it. You noticed all of the little things that came along with the relationship.
While Wesker wasn’t affectionate, he would show his feelings in other ways. Firstly you noticed how he would leave you a cup of warm coffee on your desk since he would always get there before anyone else. Secondly, you noticed he was always around you more often. It didn’t matter if you were with other people or by yourself, he was always in the room with you. The nights after work were your favorite part, just being able to unwind with him on his couch talking about the future and what office made him upset that day. He rarely kissed you, when he did It would be a short peck on the cheek unless you engaged first. The man talked more with his hands than his words. His hand often being on your lower back, a simple but effective sign that you were his.
It didn’t take long for people to notice Wesker’s little changes either, how he seemed to be less annoyed and a little more lenient with some others. A rumor going around that he had to be dating or seeing someone, thankfully the two of you were good at hiding the truth. Him more than you.
Tears rolled down your cheeks onto his polished desktop, you gritted your teeth. Your head in your hands gripping the sides, hurt and anger fully taking over your mind and body. Slamming one clenched fist down, you quickly removed yourself from Wesker’s chair as if it seared you. Wiping away your tears, you take one last one at the photo on his computer. With one smooth motion, you remove it and stuff it into your pocket.
Standing in the doorway, you glance over your shoulder. Taking one last look at the shell of a man who once resigned here. You close the door, leaving your heart behind with the ghosts. Wesker was gone, dead by his own devices and here you were being helpless. Helpless for him.
You let out a shaky breath trying to keep your composure. As you turned to exit the S.T.A.R.S area, your breath hitched spotting one of the things you have been dreading.
On the wall, next to the exit door was a framed photograph of the entire S.T.A.R.S team. Both Alpha and Bravo. A small sorrowful smile reached your lips, your fingers gently brushing over the glass.
“I miss all of you..so much. I'm sorry, I couldn't save any of you..” You spoke with a somber tone.
“Chris, Jill, Rebecca, Brad, Barry, and me..we are the only survivors. I promise you, we are avenging you all. We’ve been gathering evidence to take down those Umbrella bastards ever since that night.” You spoke again, this time with venom in your tone.
“Even if it kills me, I will avenge you all.” With those last words, you exit out of the S.T.A.R.S area with no intent of returning for the night.
You make your way back into the main lobby, Bradley is nowhere to be seen. His computer paused on the card game still. You thought nothing of it, assuming he went to the bathroom, which you were grateful for. You didn’t need him to notice you had been crying, and then coddle you like a child who lost their toy. You eyed the time on the computer. 3:30 am, damn you were here for nearly two hours and you didn’t even realize it. You sighed, rubbing your face, feeling now a wave of exhaustion hit you. You shook off the feeling, needing to get home first then you could pass out.
You open the main door walking down the concrete steps and reaching the ornate gate. The rain was no longer a mist, now actually coming down rather hard. You could hear thunder booming throughout the night, which meant lightning wouldn’t be too far. You cursed, rushing through the gate, its shrieking drowned out by the rain. Reaching your car, you get in and begin to drive home, focusing on nothing but the lights and the road. Alone with nothing but the rain and your memories.
You should have seen the signs, and the changes in his behavior and attitude one week before the mansion incident. He was on edge constantly, how he seemed to be colder towards you without any warning. You remember how you confronted him about it, an hour before getting on the helicopter.
“Wesker, what is your problem lately?” You asked after you followed him into the armory to talk.
“I'm not sure I know what you mean L/n.” He responded nonchalantly as he seemed to be picking out various types of ammo for the mission.
“Bullshit. Why have you been acting so cold towards me? Did I do something??” You ask, genuinely concerned and hurt by his attitude.
“It’s simple. I don't have any more use for you, you were a fun little experiment. “ His tone was harsh despite his calm composure.
“Experiment?! So… all of this time we spent, the sparring sessions, the late night talks and kisses. All lies?” You asked now angry, feeling yourself tear up but you blinked them away fast.
“What were you expecting? That I settle down and we would be married? Only a fool would wish that. I have more important things than wasting my breath on a lowlife love like yours.” Wesker hissed out, as he began to walk out of the armory.
You said silent at his words, you felt your heart break with every word.
“Now if we are done with this childish talk, we have a mission to prepare for. I expect you to be fully professional and not let your ridiculous feelings cause us failure. Understood L/n?” He spoke not even to glance back at you, the knife digging deeper.
“I..but..”
“I believe I was clear L/n.” He spoke once more, his tone cold and distant.
“Yes…Captain..” You spoke clenching your fists, watching him exit the room and turn down the hallway. You listened as his heavy footsteps departed away. Only when you knew he was truly gone did you let yourself cry.
A loud honk of a horn started you out of your thoughts, you jolted into the driver’s seat. Noticing the light was now green, you sheepishly waved to the car behind you and began to drive once more. You let out a sniffle and wiped your face, dammit when did you become such an emotional wreck?
Your grip on the steering wheel tightened, as you continued to drive. You could feel the photo in your pocket burning a hole in you, you felt sick. You had to be insane for caring so much for a man who didn't deserve it.
After what seemed like an hour's drive, even though it was only a fifteen-minute one, you finally pulled into your apartment building. The rain hadn’t calmed down so you had to book into your building without getting more soaked than you were. You ran up to the second floor wet squeaking noises following you. Unlocking the red door, you step inside, closing it then proceed to take off your wet shoes and coat.
Home didn’t feel completely the same either, so many of your co-workers had come over for events and Wesker had been here plenty of times. It felt like being in a stranger's home that just looked like yours.
“This whole city is a damn nightmare,” You spoke to yourself as you walked down the hallway into your bedroom.
Newspapers were scattered everywhere, along with books and piles of paper of old police reports and whatever evidence you gathered on the Umbrella Corporation. One of your walls was covered with photos and a stereotypical red thread connecting locations on a local map. The remaining members of S.T.A.R.S were out for blood and you couldn’t blame them, they had played god and taken away innocent lives. You just wish you didn’t have these damned feelings, it would be so much easier to be hateful.
Ignoring the mess, you go to your mirror and stare at yourself. Your hair was a mess, your eyes were red and puff no doubt from all the crying, and dark circles were beginning to form from the lack of sleep. Jill had offered you some sleeping pills since everyone was dealing with nightmares but you declined fearing you would get dependent on them. You rubbed your face, exhaustion fully aware of your expression. Thank god you didn’t fall asleep at the wheel.
Your eyes drift up to the right corner of the mirror, it is splattered with different photos. All of them have you in them, in some way with different people. Some are family, some are friends and some are your co-workers. You slowly take out the photo of you and Wesker out of your pocket. You glare at it, waiting for it to engulf itself in flames. But you sigh and then tape it on the mirror along with the others. It looked so out of place but maybe that’s why it felt right to keep it there. You just hoped that Jill or Chris wouldn't be coming around anytime or they would throw a fit.
“I believed in you.” You say out loud, your eyes never leaving Wesker’s photographed expression. You wanted to say so much yet, the words never came out.
“How long have they been slipping you a paycheck?!” Chris asked out of anger and disbelief staring at the end of Wesker’s barrel.
All of you were in the mansion’s underground lab, with blue fluorescent lighting, and huge tanks filled with all kinds of failed experiments. Wesker was over by what looked to be an advanced computer system with three or four screens displaying information you didn't understand. Next to him was a huge water tank. You stood in between Rebecca and Chris, you were already in a vulnerable position, Wesker having broken up with you earlier. You had just spent the majority of the night in both mental and physical pain. All of the zombies, gigantic animals, and the mutated experiments, it was truly a nightmare. If your heart wasn’t broken it was destroyed now, bleeding out.
Wesker kept his eyes on Chris and gave a little scoff moving forward. The barrel inches away from Chris’s face
“I think you’re a bit confused.” He spoke, finally turning to look towards you and Rebecca. It’s like his next words were directly at you.“I’ve always been with Umbrella and S.T.A.R.S. were Umbrella’s.” He paused, correcting his words.
“No, rather, my little piggies.” You felt your face contort into anger, despite your heart sinking into your stomach. He meant what he said earlier, just an experiment. Wesker continued seeming proud of this moment.
“The Tyrant Virus leaked, polluting this whole place. And unfortunately, I had to give up my lovely members of S.T.A.R.S.” Chris raised his hand to point at Wesker in a hateful tone.
“You killed them with your own dirty hands! You son of a bitch!” You knew how much Chris had respected Wesker so part of you felt relieved that you weren’t the only one suffering with these emotions.
“No..” You finally spoke, seeming to be a deer caught in headlights.“Oh yes, dear. Just like this.” Wesker smirked, turning the gun on Rebecca and shooting her in the chest.
“Rebecca!” Both you and Chris screamed, moving to go and check her wounds.
“Don’t move!” Wesker hisses out now the gun raised on both of you.
“You..” It was the only word you spoke, turning around to face him in anger.
“Oh come on. I don't think you want to die just yet dearheart.” Wesker mocked you with his old nickname for you. Motioning to a bleeding Rebecca on the ground with his free hand.
“I have something that's of some interest to you.” Keeping his gun pointed at the two of you, Wesker looked back at the system and began to type in a code with his free hand.
The large water tank next to Wesker lit up showing a huge humanoid monster with one hand being long claw-like appendages. Its fleshy heart was exposed on its chest beating loudly. Your eyes widen in horror at whatever that thing is. Its milky white eyes ran shivers down your spine. Soon the water began to drain within the inside of the tank. You watched as Wesker lowered his gun to turn to the monster. He had a sense of pride in himself as he spoke.
“The ultimate life-form...Tyrant!” Wesker spoke moving in front of the tank. Chris began to laugh with pity and sorrow.
“Wesker, you’ve gone senile.”
“You won't get away with this you bastard!” You yelled at him finally finding your voice.
“Neither of you will understand.” His voice filled with awe and pride. Wesker raised his arms like he was watching his child take its first steps. “It's…magnificent.”
Once Wesker finished that last word, the creature known as Tyrant began to move its large claw arm.
In one quick motion, it broke the glass piercing Wesker through his lower stomach and abdomen. It lifts him in the air, Wesker’s body slowly sliding down on the claws. Those groans of pain and yells he let out would always haunt you. You couldn't help but let out a scream feeling his blood splattered on your face.
“WESKER!”
You and Chris watched in horror as it stepped down from the water tank with ease then tossed Wesker’s body to the other side of the lab. His body bleeding out and slumped down. Without a second to waste, you and Chris pulled out your guns and began to shoot at the monster. Bullets seemed to deflect off of it, but once you and Chris realized the exposed heart was its takedown. You nearly used all of your ammo combined but it was dead…for now. That wasn’t the least of your concerns though, now self-destruction was active meaning you had less than 10 minutes to get the hell out.
“We need to get out of here, I'll get Rebecca. Go and get Jill, she’s in the basement here somewhere.” Chris spoke going to pick up Rebecca, slinging her arm over his shoulder, putting her weight on him. Then rushed out leaving you alone with Wesker and the monster.
You took a moment to walk over to Wesker and knelt beside him. Your hand reached over removing his sunglasses, his crystal blue eyes finally exposed to you. A shaky breath escaped your mouth, you tried to hold back tears.
“Oh, Albert. Things didn’t have to be this way...We could have been..” You couldn’t finish the sentence knowing it didn’t matter anymore. He wouldn’t be listening or answering.
“Rest now...You’ll be alright now..” You whispered leaning down to kiss his cheek then you closed his eyes.
“I love you…I shouldn't but I still do..” Tears were now rolling down your face, salty mixing into the metallic substance stuck to your face. His blood.
Placing his sunglasses back on his face, you gave him one last kiss on the forehead then rushed out to go rescue Jill and escape this horrible nightmare.
Little did you know.
You were sure those final moments with Wesker would haunt you forever. Maybe that’s why you took the photo, you just wanted to forget what bad he had done. You wanted to remember the man you fell in love with. Closing your eyes, you hung your head down contemplating what to do now. A nice shower would probably be a good start, or you could just go and crash for the night.
Just as you were about to move from the mirror, you froze in slight terror and disbelief. His cologne…you could smell it but it wasn’t faint like how his chair was. It was strong and overbearing as if he was in the room with you…
You shot your head up, to look in the mirror and you opened your mouth in shock. In the reflection, in your dark hallway. A pair of bright amber eyes glowed in the darkness, piercing through your soul. Suddenly lightning strikes outside, illuminating your room and you see him.
Albert Wesker. Standing there in your hallway.
Wesker smirked at you, tilting his head. He stayed in his spot, his hands behind his back. Those amber eyes glowed brightly. Still wearing those damned sunglasses but now he seemed to be dressed in a black suit.
“Hello, Dearheart. Did you miss me?”
“No…you’re dead.” You finally spoke, convinced you were having a psychotic break now. It was the only logical explanation. You had seen him die with your own eyes.
“Quite the opposite.” You blinked for a second and he was suddenly directly behind you in your reflection.
You yelped, turning around to punch him in the face and you gasped when he caught your wrist and tsked softly.
“Now now, I know I taught you better than that.” The harsh grip on your arm, his cologne was stronger than ever now. You were practically inhaling it. This was real, he was real.
You sneered tugging your arm away, like his touch alone burned you. Your body trembles trying to process this new information.
“What the fuck? How are you alive?!”
“You think so little of me? I’m smart enough to not let that be my resting place.”
“I saw you die! That…thing impaled you! No one should be alive from that!” You are trying to understand how this was possible.
“So you did miss me?”
“I never said that you bastard!”
“Oh?” He spoke leaning forward, his face inches away from you. You instantly took a step away, your back hitting the mirror. You watched out of the corner of his eye, he’s grabbing something.
“Then what’s this?” He asks now, holding the wallet-size photo between his middle and pointer fingers. A smug look on his face.
You scowled knowing you didn’t have a good answer to that. You hated how much this man knew you, as much you wanted to kill him and the other part screamed for you to embrace him.
“What are you doing here Wesker? Come to mock me then finish the job?”
Wesker’s face dropped from the smug look to his usual stoic one. He tossed the photo across the room, not concerned if it got lost among the mess. He moved away from you, looking over your evidence and red thread wall. He lets out a scoff.
“If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it already.” He then grabs a newspaper.
“I see you’ve been busy with a school project.”
“Umbrella won’t be getting away with this.” You sneer at him.
“Oh, they already have,” Wesker says, turning towards you.
You blinked in confusion.
“What do you mean? Once I show this evidence with Chris and Jill to Chief Irons. Umbrella is done!”
Wesker tsks then scoffs.
“Umbrella has most of the police station in their pocket, including your ‘precious’ Irons. It’ll be a matter of time before S.T.A.R.S. is no more than memory”
“No..” You said, shaking your head. You didn’t want to believe it but if what Wesker said down in the lab is true then he’s right. All of this evidence would be for nothing but you still had to try.
“I dont care what you say, I'm going to take down Umbrella even if it kills me.”
Wesker’s eyebrow furrows in annoyance, he walks over to you.
“Join me then.”
“What? Are you fucking seriously right now?” You ask with a sorrowful laugh.
“Why would I trust you? After how much you’ve hurt me after you nearly let me die. After you killed our co-workers.”
Wesker glared at you, his eyes flicking from bright amber to a deep red. In his eyes, it was a necessary event, maybe you wouldn't understand now but you would one day.
“Because I know you love me.”
Your face went pale, you stood there eyes widening. How the hell did he know? Was he alive when you knelt beside him? Oh god, did you leave him there to die? Why didn’t he say anything to you?
“H-how. Did you..” You knew the answer, he heard you back down in the lab.
“No. You're wrong” Doubling down on your words.
He smirked leaning down, his arms now wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest. Just like he used to do. You sneer trying to push him away but you are caged there. Did he get stronger since you saw him last?!
“Let me go!!”
“What’s wrong? Here I thought you would be ecstatic to see me.” He taunts refusing to listen to your requests.
“Fuck you!
Wesker scowled at your words, his grip tightening on you.
“What a shame. It seems my little act was too perfect. If I didn’t care for you, I wouldn't be here wasting my time.”
“I don't care! I don't want you here and I don't want to see you! You fucking bastard! You killed innocent people!” You ask, feeling too many emotions at once. Anger, sorrow, happiness, cautiousness. All fighting to be opened like Pandora's box.
Wesker just hummed ignoring the little tautrim you seemed to be throwing. He just chuckled, at your poor attempt at rejecting him.
“I did what I had to do. Now what I want is mine, and that is you.” He says in a smooth tone, his gloved hand holding your chin and stroking it. Wesker continued to speak.
“I have plans for the future, and I want you there.”
You frowned looking at him, why weren’t you pulling away from him? Damn your body, it missed his touch so much.
“What kind of plans?” You asked, scared of his answer. You watched Wesker’s thin lips grow into a sinister grin.
“Plans for greatness, my dearheart. You and I, ruling over this world and creating a new order. Just like we talked about it”
His words were crazed but filled with a truth you’d never heard from him. Yes, in the past, you had talked about changing the world but you thought that's all it was. Just small talk.
“We’ll take down Umbrella?” You asked, unsure of your morals anymore.
Five minutes you were ready to scream and claw his eyes out, now you were so confused. Your heart was screaming for you to trust him, and be with him all over again. Your brain told you no, this man would betray you again and would kill you in the end. You just wished you could pick a side.
“You may not believe me but I do have my reasons for wanting Umbrella to burn.” Wesker leaned in, his nose brushing against yours.
“Why fight it?”
“Because..i..” Your words trail off, your eyes locking with his amber ones. They were a beautiful shade of red and orange, glowing lightly. He was beautiful before but now, those eyes..
You didn’t finish your sentence closing the gap between you and him. The kiss was unlike anything the two of you had experienced before. You could feel his desire and wants through the kiss and he could feel your passion. Maybe he misses you just as much as you missed him.
What you wanted to say was that it’s the right thing to do. You felt like you were now the traitor, wasting so many nights and tears on them just to throw them away for him. All of the dead members must be rolling in their graves, and you knew there had to be a spot for you in hell.
“Good” Wesker said in a pleased tone, pulling away from the kiss, his arms still tightly holding you.
“It’s time to create our sky.”
Jill stood outside of the apartment, worried for Y/n. It had been days since anyone had seen them since that last night at the station. Jill had figured that the trauma had finally gotten to them, and they needed some time away.
Rasping her knuckles on the door, she’s put on edge when the door opens from her knocks.
“Y/n? Are you here?” Jill calls out opening the door but doesn’t come in. Feeling something is off, and lingering silence isn’t helping either. Jill pulls out her pistol and gets into the proper stance searching the apartment carefully. She searches each room finding nothing, not even a sign of Y/n anywhere. Finally reaching the bedroom, Jill opens it and swings her body side to side, ready to shoot anyone that isn’t Y/n.
Nothing, not a sign of them. All of the newspapers, the reports, and the red thread wall. Gone, as if it never happened. Jill frowns, putting her pistol away, she steps inside and just feels confused. There was a lone note on the mirror.
All it read was: I'm sorry.
Pulling out her phone, she attempts to call Y/n. Dialtone.
“Shit! That’s not good...I need to tell Chris.” Jill rushed out of the apartment building.
She would never notice the wallet-size photo lying in the corner of the room. The one of the two lovers, now reunited once more in secret.
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Albert Wesker - Nsfw headcanon
Warnings: nsfw, sexlife
Disclaimer: English isn't my native language (I'm french), so you can correct me if you spot somes mistakes :)
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Wesker is into shorter partners (it's not difficult since this man is already so tall)
He's a traditional man, just like his favourite positions: Doggystyle and missionary
Loves having the control over his partner's body, that's why he rarely let his partner ride him
Albert has many kinks: being called "God", choking his partner, breeding kink, public sex. As you can see, he's a dirty man, really dirty. Oh and be ready for being slapped on the ass regularly
"Fuck... I'm gonna cum, baby. Let me cum inside you, taking my seed so well, to give me an heir." He would groan in your ear, his warm breath waving on your skin, while trusting hard and fast inside you.
And if he could fuck you during a meeting in front of many people, he would.
If you're just a random person, he's gonna care about his own pleasure, he doesn't give a fuck if you orgasm or not. Sorry.
But if you're his partner, he's gonna make you remember his cock until the end of your life
He likes having quickies everywhere: the dining table, the beach, the cinema, the restaurant... He loves taking risks as you already know.
"Albert, there are kids around."
"And?"
"I don't want to traumatize them."
"Let's prepare them. Half of them will hear or see their parents banging." He chuckled and kept pressing kisses on your neck, his hands between your thighs.
He lasts 5min for a quickie, 15min for regular sex and 30-40min for something intense but good luck, you won't be able to walk straight for two days
He's into hygiene, so if you're home, expect to quickly take a shower after sex
Buys tons of expensive and beautiful sexy lingerie for you to wear as often as possible. It magically turns him on.
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I’ve been comparing me and Albert to Hades and Persephone LITERALKY this whole time I am BEGGING for some HCs about this au plz plz plz 🥺🥺🥺🥺
YIPEEE
I'll be doing Hcs for when he first sees you and kidnaps you (tw for sorta kinda very slightly yandere thoughts but not like bad just like he's obsessed with you a little bit)
Not proof read or edited for grammar and shi bc who has time for that
no pronouns used and everything below is sfw
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-Wesker was lonely in the underworld, the souls of the dead making less than ideal company for him. And he stayed lonely for a while
-Until he saw you.
-You we're sweet and soft, much more lively than anything in his realm, and he just couldn't take his eyes off of you, watching you and waiting for the perfect time to strike
-he would let himself indulge in his wants just this once
-You we're unlike the souls floating around almost aimlessly, unlike the cold winds that chilled his body, unlike the sharp stones that made up his castle. You were just so wonderful he couldn't wait to have you.
-And have you he did.
-You weren't being watched by your mother and had strayed off from where you were supposed to. Such a irresponsible little girl, if someone else wanted you like he did you would be in grave danger. He's much more respectful than the other gods, or at least, he'd like to think that way. But once he had you, you'd always be kept safe in his home, trapped in his palace so he could protect you.
-You wandered farther away from your mother, deeper into the dark forest, the trees growing taller and thicker and sunlight just barely peeked through the tops of the trees. And once you were far enough away from your over bearing mother and the nymphs that were asked to watch over you, he snatched you up.
-he had dragged you down into the underworld with him, and down there you would stay. You kept fighting against him, begging to leave but he knew you'd soon change your mind.
-You would get used to your new home. No matter what he had to do to you he would get you to like it here. He'd get you to like him.
#albert wesker#albert wesker x reader#wesker x you#albert wesker x you#dbd wesker#I need to sleep more often and I think that sleeping on weskers lap would really help#I'm probably going to at least write loosely connected one shots for this prompt#Once I'm more happy with my writing I'll definitely write a fic on ao3 Abt this prompt because it's so good oml
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Over It
Title: Over It
Pairing: Albert Wesker x Reader
Summary: Ash gets sent out to go after Wesker in Africa, but their meeting doesn't go according to the plan.
Word Count: 781
Warnings: some fighting
As far as anybody was concerned, Ash was ready to be deployed. She had been briefed on the trade of bioweapons in the area, the locals, and the potential big game players. Excella Gionne's money had bought the best of the best, which meant that Albert wasn't Umbrella's bitch boy anymore. Now, there was someone new calling the shots. Ash wasn't as nervous about Excella as she would have been one of the sociopaths running Umbrella. A spoiled rich bitch was still within Ash's paygrade.
"There are some spots up ahead that look kind of spotty. We might lose communication." Ash heeded the warning. That made her a bit nervous, but she had done solo missions before. She was one of the BSAA's best agents, and before that, Ash had been a STARS prospect.
"Copy that. I'll keep my head on a swivel boss," Ash answered back. She knew that if she sounded nervous, the big bosses back home would start to sweat. Kijuju wasn't technically hostile territory yet, but Ash knew that their soldiers had been given some shit. Some of the reports had been weird, but nobody wanted to make a big deal otu of it yet.
Ash tried to think of a way to calm herself as the vehicle approached the first checkpoint. She pulled her personal gun out from its hiding space in the chest of her body armor. She popped the magazine out and counted her bullets. Not all bullets were created equal, but Ash had picked the cream of the crop for her baby. It had never jammed on her, and she wasn't willing to let that start on this mission.
"Why did we just stop?" Ash asked as she slipped the gun back into her armor. Her question was answered in the form of her driving screaming before his throat was ripped out. Ash could see the blood spray the window before the doors were unlocked and opened. Ash's heart was racing as she waited for whatever took the driver to come for her.
"You know, I had always hoped you'd be the smart one, Ash. I mean, Chris has always been a bit of a meathead, and Jill's too stubborn for her own good, but you? You could have lived a long, healthy life working at the Pentagon or something. You should have taken a page out of Kennedy's book," Albert said. Ash grit her teeth and clenched her jaw to keep herself from saying anything to him.
Albert circled around Ash like a hunter circling its prey. Ash tried to look away from him, but Albert seemed to find his way into her field of vision no matter what. Things weren't supposed to go this way. Ash had hoped that she'd be so full of anger and hatred for what Albert did that her emotions wouldn't be a factor in this. Instead, she felt nothing except for conflict.
"I was hoping that it wouldn't have to come to this. I'd have to see such a good fuck killed in the line of duty, but I guess you never were overly intelligent," Albert said. That seemed to set something off in Ash, who lunged at him to attack. She tackled Albert down to the ground and started wailing punches on him.
"You motherfucking bastard!" Ash screamed. All of the betrayal and pent up emotions from the Spencer Mansion incident came pouring out. Albert had accepted the position of STARS captain knowing what it meant with the intention of leaving everybody for dead. He had no integrity, and if Ash's orientation had been a few days earlier, she would have ended up like the rest of their unit.
"Are you sure that this is what you want?" Ash stared down at Albert through the sights of her handgun. It was the personal one, and not her primary BSAA weapon. Albert recognized it immediately as the bribery gift towards ASh to get her to join his unit instead of continuing with her Spec Ops training. "Is this how it's going to end for us? I always thought we could be more."
"Fuck," Ash sighed. "Fuck! Goddamn it!"
"You can't do it. I've always known that you were weak," Albert sneered. Ash pulled the hammer back on the gun and shut her eyes. Albert was smirking as he watched Ash's hands shake. She wasn't going to press that trigger, and he knew it. On top of that, she had made it even easier for Jill to come and grab Ash from on top of him. "I do hope that you'll learn to behave on your own. The serums and scarabs have some pretty nasty side effects."
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Wesker and Marigold sketch (NSFW)
sketch commissioned from @eldritch-rat
Based on Marigold recollecting a recent event in Chapter 26 of Ashes in the Fall. This happens around mid-November, 1998 in the narrative, and underlines the power dynamics in their relationship.
Frozen Ashes is still starting March 21, but I might have to work up a one-shot for this scene (done!) now that I've seen this. :D
Seriously, NSFW, minors DNI. Sketch below the break.
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OHMYGOD I HAVE POLLS
I'm gauging interest for which I should write this weekend & requests I should prioritize in general! Requests are still open too if you want to request more!
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Ask Requests
My asks are open! You may request character x reader headcanons or one shots and I’ll try to do em when I get the time. I’m looking to write more. I am also open to writing for most ships. I won’t write minors though.
Current fandoms I will write for include:
Resident Evil (all games)
Bloodborne
Devil May Cry
Monster Hunter
My favorite characters to write are: Karl Heisenberg and Albert Wesker but I’m willing to try writing any character with almost any prompt. Hit me! NSFW is optional. Themes I for sure won’t write are pregnancy and really crazy AUs, I like to stay kinda close to canon.
Also please just bear with me as I learn how do tumblr, I am not very familiar with how it all works yet skghfghjghh
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2024 Upcoming Project
Vampire Wesker is back.
So, I am planning an AU short series, this time OC-based. Aria will return as a hunter, working within the BSAA. She eventually encounters Wesker, who is an experiment infected with Dracula's cells. And finds herself in a situation in which he becomes infatuated with her and her bloodline. (This is not the summary).
Anyway, below is a small sneak peek.
#resident evil fandom#albert wesker x oc#resident evil fanfiction#albert wesker x aria#vampire au#based on a one-shot I wrote a frw years back
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Only good girls get what they want
Albert Wesker X fem! reader (18+)
You had no idea just how you ended up in such situation. Legs spread deliciously as your eyes kept darting away from the mirror sitting opposite you. The thing being so large that you had no other choice than to look at your sinful reflection.
"So good for me..." a sweet whisper from the man behind you made you shiver in anticipation as tingles spread inside your stomach, making you try and attempt to press your thighs together, rub them, hide your arousal from his eyes filled with pure greed, yet you couldn't. He wanted you, he would've swallowed you whole if that was possible. The red orbs stared into your own through the reflection in the mirror, his blonde hair that used to be slicked back was now messy and his chin lay comfortably on your shoulder as he took the image in. Wesker adored you, each part of your body, in every position he put you in, how you prayed for him as if he was your God, repeating his name over and over in a state of pure bliss, however this was his favorite one - having you already in front of him, with his knees keeping your legs spread, making you vulnerable, desperate and unable to do anything but fall apart in his arms, under the sweetness of his touch.
His fingers were glued to your aching cunt, covered in that sweet wetness of yours. It felt too heavenly to have your arousal coating his fingers, especially knowing that no other man is ever going to touch you like that. Not on his watch, not while you're his. Not when you're locked up with him and only him... He's stained your brain with how much of a pleasure he has to offer and it is indeed the truth that no man could ever make you feel like this. So dumb from the way his body makes you feel.
He rubbed your clit in painfully slow circles with his rough digits while his eyes kept piercing through you, making your skin burn under his intense gaze. You couldn't help, but whimper, your eyes closing shut from the overwhelming pleasure.
"Eyes on me, my sweet little girl," Wesker commanded as soon as he noticed and the movements of his stopped, yet he didn't move away. "Or else you won't get to cum." When he added that, your eyes flung open only to be met with those terrifyingly attractive irises of his.
His fingers spread your folds, the middle finger finding its place on your shamefully revealed clit and his movements began all over again, abusing it while he applied a bit of pressure, only to have you squirming around as you tried your best to keep quiet. Yet still, he was taking his time. He wasn't always like this, no, he was often too busy to be like that, however whenever he got the opportunity, he would be your worst nightmare, teasing you with painfully slow pace, not giving you what you wanted, barely even bringing you near your climax, just so that he could watch as you grew more desperate, needy, whiny... It was all just for him and that control over your body was enough to satisfy his ego.
"P-Please..." you begged, stuttering over your words, oh you poor thing... That only earned you a chuckle.
"What are you begging for, darling?"
"Faster..." you whispered and that earned you a slap right at your pussy, making you yelp in both, pain and surprise.
"Now... What have I told you about being too greedy?" He was greedy himself and yet, you were deprived of that opportunity. Or at least you couldn't talk about it. Wesker on the other hand couldn't help it, nor did he have a need for that, because your beautiful body is all for him after all.
His fingers returned to your aching core, though this time - his fingers slid lower. He circled your entrance with his wet fingers, drawing an impatient sigh out of you. One of your hands shot up to hold onto his muscular forearm and at the very moment, he pushed two digits inside of you, making you gasp. Your grip on him tightened, nails digging into his skin as he withdrew his fingers out of your dripping cunt only to push them right back in. He continued with that movement, in and out, in and out, hard and quick. You threw your head back to lean against him, your breath ragged and eyes rolling back.
"Look at yourself, dearheart, look how pretty you look with my fingers inside of you." Wesker's voice sounded heavenly to you when he whispered those words. Though everything about this man seemed so angelic, you could've sworn he fucked like the devil himself. Each time he took you, he made you see stars, making you forget about everything you had left in your head apart from him. So lovely.
His other hand shot up to catch your jaw and turn your head towards the mirror. "Open your eyes, my dear." And you do. Your eyes wide open now, staring right into his through the reflection. He looked back at you, a playful grin on his lips as he still fingered you in almost brutal pace.
"That's it."
Your mouth fell agape, any desperate attempts to muffle your moans were useless by now and the sight of your naked form surrounded by his muscular one made your legs tremble. You held onto him like your life mattered on it as warmth covered your entire body and you bucked your hips against his hand in desperation. You were close. So close...
Just when you were about to come undone on his fingers, he pulled them out of you, making you whine in response.
"Not yet, dearheart, the night has just begun," Wesker gave you a smug grin, his eyes fixated on yours when he brought his digits coated in your arousal to his lips, tasting you. The sight alone made you whimper, only imagining how good it would feel if he tasted you properly.
He made sure to lick his fingers clean while he made you watch. Impatience in you only grew, your heart racing as he forced you to just watch. It was pure torture.
You squirmed in his hold. "Please... Touch me again," you begged.
"Patience," he clicked his tongue. "Be a good girl and you might get what you want." Though his orders were direct, you knew better than that. He wanted you to obey, without him having to remind you. The thought of you struggling to keep up with him turned him on so much and he had the whole night to continue with the teasing, edging you until you would be so sensitive it'd become a dangerous play whenever he'd touch you.
You ached for him, to feel his skin on you, to feel him all over you, inside of you.
"Yes sir." You muttered silently as you stared at him and noticed a smug grin form on his face again.
One of his hands took a hold of your breast, squeezing it almost painfully before his thumb slid over your hardened nipple, making your breath hitch. That seemed to satisfy him enough. He was holding himself back from fucking you senseless at this point, every other sound from you only added to the fuel. What a pathetic feelings for a man like him and yet, he was caught up enough not to care one bit.
He began kissing your neck, gently, his tongue sliding over your skin, wettening it before he began to suck on it. You gasped. Completely engulfed by mixture of pain and pleasure you could only think of how purple your neck is going to be the next day. He kept sucking and biting, becoming rough, only to shove his fingers back into your aching hole, forcing a loud moan out of you.
His fingers moved in and out of you quickly while he kept looking at you through the mirror. That was an observation - he needed to know whether you'll listen to him or not. A sigh escaped him, enjoying the beautiful sight before him. You were indeed trying to be good for him.
Your mouth fell agape and you fought the urge to close your eyes and seek support of his body behind hours. You trembled with each thrust of his fingers, not even knowing how many he stuffed you with. You were so wet, he slid in so easily, making your vision go blurry so that you couldn't even count.
Your eyes were locked together as he brought you closer to your orgasm, enjoying every moan of yours. It was like a music to his ears, absolutely angelic.
It was your body that seemed to be giving up on you. You were close again, gripping his arm roughly, hoping for some stability. Though when he brought you over the edge, your eyes immediately rolled back, a loud cry escaped you. If you'd only known...
"Now have I given you permission to cum?"
There was the catch you didn't count on. He didn't stop there, working you through your orgasm, the movement of his fingers only intensified. Tears formed in your eyes while he kept overstimulating you, you tried to desperately push his hand away, the amount of pleasure becoming painful, yet he didn't budge.
A low chuckle escaped Wesker at your pathetic attempts of stopping him. "But I suppose that since you wanted to cum so badly, I'll just make you do it again and again, until you learn how to ask politely."
#albert wesker x reader#albert wesker#resident evil#resident evil wesker#wesker x reader#wesker x you#smut#re smut#oneshot
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Seduction fails (Albert Wesker x reader)
Request: Hello can you write RE Wesker teasing with a female reader that doesn't fall for his charm easily hc?..
Warning: none
Disclaimer: English isn't my native language (I'm french), so you can correct me if you spot somes mistakes :)
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Basically, Wesker didn't understand why you didn't care about him. He was rich. He was handsome. He was extremely intelligent. What else did you want? This question was stuck in his head for a long time. After all, he wasn't used to see a woman resisting to him for very long!
The only woman who had resisted him had died in Raccoon City in the the secret laboratory in Spencer Mansion ages ago and she was a bitch, anyway…
Wesker tried everything.
Really everything.
The friendly approach? Check!
The romantic approach? Check!
The authoritarian approach? Check!
The seductive approach? Check!
The "I'll throw myself off a bridge if she pisses me off again" approach? Check!
Three fucking months. Three fucking months he was doing everything. He could have fired you just for turning down numerous appointments, but you were far too competent, a valuable scientist to get rid of you. And let's face it, he loved to take a look at your but or your breasts whenever he had the chance…
Wesker was so desperate that he imagined your face and body every time he fucked another woman to satisfy his sexual needs. He was so frustrated that he would also jerk off while thinking about you and your body.
That was until the tables turned in his favor. He found you, in tears, in a lab. You were wiping away the tears you were trying to hide.
"Are you okay?" he asked, concerned.
But this was Wesker, so even though he was concerned, he kept his mask of indifference… and he didn't look that concerned.
"I'm pissing with my eyes, can't you tell?" you muttered under your breath.
It's a bit violent and he's my boss… Given his past, I'm going to end up as Cerberus food! you thought.
"Yeah… Sorry, Wesker. I'll get back to work, don't worry."
Wesker was confused, he batted his eyelashes and crossed his arms, while his snake eyes peered at you from behind his sunglasses.
"What's wrong? Do you want to talk about it?"
You shook your head, aware that he could use your family, the subject of your tears, against you. Wesker wasn't a good person, and he was like the cops: anything you said would be used against you.
"I know a cure to get better… I mean, I hear it works. Come on, I'll take you somewhere to eat."
You were about to refuse, but your stomach growled and you could only nod. A restaurant with Wesker wasn't going to kill you, was it? At least, you hoped.
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Relief (Albert Wesker x gn!Reader)
900 words | hurt/comfort themes | Fic Directory
His first injection did not go smoothly.
Albert Wesker is a man of many strengths, but even God is not always immune to the trials and tribulations of laboratory science. Especially not when said science is meant to enhance what makes him so special.
Yet here you were, one of his chosen. But you knew better than to think of yourself so highly; chances are you're simply a pawn. You know cunning and deceit when you see it, and he stinks to high heaven of such dark qualities.
Excella gives him the first dose of the supressant, a concoction designed to give him perfect control over the virus in his body. It is measured precisely based on her own studies and calculations. However, pride kept her from allowing anyone else to analyze her work. There's no immediate response, and she smiles happily.
And yet you know better, because you had seen her work. Compared to your own, she was way off– as you tried to tell her. She’d been careless with her decimals, a simple mistake with grave consequences. But you are lower on the totem pole. Your word doesn't matter until hers proves to be no good.
She probably regrets ignoring you when his face twitches, teeth clenching as he grips the edge of his chair, howling the first of many exclamations of harrowing pain.
“Albert! I–”
But his hand goes around her throat in a mere flash, silencing her, halting any attempt to touch him.
“You– gah!” He snarls, eyes flaring a deep, fiery red around his cat-like pupils. He drops her and, in turn, falls to the floor himself. Wesker hunches over on his knees, wails of agony leaving him as he clenches his chest and head.
The virus coursing through his body is being assaulted by an overdose of the suppressant, turning it more volatile and painful by the minute. Balance was key, and he had been thrown far from it.
There is no counter agent, no painkiller, no balm to soothe his agony– for what could ever help a god? Both you and Excella watch him writhe, but her fear keeps her from doing like you.
You're not even sure why you did it.
You sit behind him, legs splayed, and you pull him back to lean against you. His animalistic growls and pained, gasping breaths fill your ears, but all you do is hold him tight like some sort of human restraint.
Excella stares at you as if you'd lost your mind.
Perhaps you have.
A gloved hand grips your forearm with a force so punishing that it makes you yelp. He could break you with one finger, but he's clearly holding back. He could tear you limb from limb even now for invading his space like this.
But he doesn't.
“Breathe, Mister Wesker,” you say. You have his honorific wrong– it's doctor– but surely nobody in the room cares to notice. “It will pass, but you must breathe.”
A growl and seemingly involuntary jerk of his body disrupts your words, but you hold tight nonetheless.
You do so for nearly an hour. Against every tremor, against every wave of pain the likes of which you could never imagine. The only noises to be heard are his tight breaths and the hum of fluorescent laboratory lights.
Sometime in the middle of things, Excella scurried off to fix her mistake. She begged for forgiveness, but he shot her a look that made her go as white as a ghost.
The sleeves of your lab coat are shredded, arms bruised, and Wesker himself looks no better. It's as if all the fight had been torn out of him and he was no stronger than any mere mortal. The grip on your forearm is leagues lighter.
He's probably going to kill you for touching him like this. For reducing him to some helpless infant in need of comfort and support.
His breaths have steadied.
Somehow you'd brought your free hand up to thumb at his cheekbone. Some odd, inappropriate manner of soothing his pains.
“Mister Wesker, I–”
“Save it.” He says, cutting you off. Even his voice sounds weak. That fancy edge to it is gone almost entirely.
He's clearly awake and aware. Why isn't he moving away? Hell, why aren't you moving away?
“It was in your best interest to assist me.”
He's posturing, repositioning his authority despite what had just happened. Your thumb stops moving and that hand around your forearm grips tighter. When you resume, it slackens.
“Bold of you to have done this,” he hums. “And all this time I thought you lacked a spine.”
You're not sure what to say to such a statement. You're not sure what he's getting at either. A punishment? A reward? You can practically hear a smirk in his words despite the fact it was nowhere in sight.
“I can feel you shaking.”
Shit.
“Hm…” Wesker releases a sigh, something you've never heard from him before. “Tell you what, pet.”
Pet? Pet?
“Continue your little ministrations until I am on my feet, and I will consider your crimes forgiven.”
What? He wants you to keep this up?
“Does that sound satisfactory?” He asks. “Answer me, pet.”
With wide eyes and shaking hands, you nod.
“Y-Yes, Mister Wesker!”
“Good, good... Now, what punishment has Miss Gionne earned for herself, hm?”
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— my good girl.
warnings: 18+, praise kink, semipublic sex, age gap, dry grinding if you squint, f!receiving fingering, mentions of choking.
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Over the time you had been a member at S.T.A.R.S, Albert started to realise his infatuation towards you. You were young, a little older than Rebecca, around early 20s. At first, he thought it was morally wrong, slightly putting him off but he just couldn’t help himself.
He found himself calling you into his office more than necessary, to ‘help’ him with reviewing reports and asking for your input on how to respond or just generally how you felt about it even when Albert didn’t need it, he just liked having you close to him.
The way you would take the chair opposite his desk and move it around to sit next to him, placing it at a comfortable distance only for him to bring it closer by hooking it with his foot, making the space between you both mere inches. The way your knee would sometimes brush against his thigh just because he’d spread his legs further than normal so that he could feel the slightest touch.
You were like a drug he couldn’t get enough of, constantly wanting more and more each time he came down from the last dosage.
Every time you laughed, it was music to his ears, your vocals achieving heavenly chords and yet he couldn’t help but to wonder if you made an even more beautiful noise in bed.
He wanted you badly, and he was sure you felt the same. Albert could see the look on your face each time he praised you, calling you a good girl and constantly reminding you how great at your job. He could see the small quiver in your lips and the tension in your posture increase. The man desperately wanted to show you a good time, claim you, make sure no other man or woman laid a finger on your angelic form.
The day you and him were alone in the shooting range would be a day he’d never forget. It was a cool day in february, every police officer and S.T.A.R.S member was out for lunch, except for you and him.
Albert had enough of standing around and observing you from afar, he wanted to feel you up close and personal and he wasn’t going to wait any longer.
He had set off to find you, knowing that you usually have your lunch in the courtyard and then go into the shooting range to sharpen your skills. Albert knew your entire schedule from when you were in work, call him stalker but you were too irresistible.
There you were, yellow ear defenders on and a small handgun in hand. The banging of the shots and the muffling of the earphones prevented you from hearing Albert’s arrival into the range, therefore it made you jump when he appeared behind you and lowered the ear defenders down to around your neck.
You greeted him with a small smile, telling him that he had started you to which he apologised. The man stared off at the targets you had been previously shooting at, finding each target shot in the highlighted areas except the middle, going onto the next target which shown all targets hit again but there was one shot that misplaced the middle by inches. Was this why you didn’t do the rest?
Picking up on it, Albert asked. Speaking on having missed the first shot to the middle, you lost confidence to hitting the centre again.
Coming up closer, Albert reached his arms around to place his hands on the both you had on the gun, stabilising the position and raising the gun slightly. At this point, the taller man was pressed flush against your backside, feeling his groin up against your behind, his muscular arms nearly closing in on your head.
God how you wondered how built his body was under all of those clothes, imagining what it would be like if he wrapped his hands around your neck while he was fucking you silly. Just on queue of you having these raunchy thoughts, his muscles flexed, showing off his veins, it made your lips quiver.
“Shoot.”
He whispered in your ear, the hot breath fanning against your face as you hesitantly pulled the trigger. Your eyes were closed. The recoil making your hands move upwards and your body tilt slightly backwards, it wasn’t too much as when it occurred. Albert pulled you a little closer, feeling his hardening cock against your ass. Did he know? You decided not to press on it. Repressing a moan as he smothered you even more before pulling away.
He waited in silence.
You finally opened your eyes, one after the other. Gasping as you realised the target was shot right in the middle. Turning around to see the man with his arms folded and a very obvious smirk plastered on his lips.
“That’s how it’s done.”
He shrugged, taking a mere step closer to you, he was pulling you in like a magnet and it was getting harder and harder not to attract to him.
“Do I not get a thank you from my favourite girl?”
Coming up even closer, he grasped your chin between his finger and thumb, grazing over your pump bottom lip with the gloved digit. The silence was killing the both of you, the eye contact raising the sexual tension.
Suddenly, you pulled him in by wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing him finally. Relieving all that pent up lust you had for him, and then realising what you did, you pulled away.
“I’m sorry.”
You mumbled, before you got pulled back into the kiss, Albert placing a hand behind your head to deeply capture your lips between his. Hooking his hand under your thigh, the blond man raised you to his hips, slamming you on the booth table that you previously were shooting in.
The kiss was heated, saliva dribbling down the both of your chins, mixing as it went on. His hands moved from your head and thigh, to the waist band of your cargos. You stopped him, breaking the kiss momentarily.
“But what if someone comes in? Or hears us?”
You shyly looked up at him with your hand placed delicately on his. At that he nearly lost all self control just from that innocent look you gave him. Brushing your face with his hand, it trailed back down to your pants.
“Then we’ll have to be quiet.”
He grinned, locking lips with you once more, it was his plan to drown out the sounds he was definitely expecting to hear. Continuing to undo the belt of your cargos, pulling them down your waist with a few tugs to reveal your near soaked underwear. Albert clicked his tongue against his teeth, smirking at your arousal. He then took off his glove to his right hand.
Moving the fabric aside to get access to your folds, he immediately plunged one finger into your warmth, curling his fingers at the right angle to hit that sweet spot. Each brush of his digit made you break the silence with a gentle moan, his pace was slow, his thumb coming up to circle at your sensitive clit.
Both hands were placed against the table, keeping you from falling back as your back arched upwards, hips rolling into his fingers. As he pushed another finger through into your pussy, your moans got progressively louder, digging your face into your supervisor’s neck to try and muffle your pleasure.
Practically putty in his fingers, you felt your climax closer than ever. You gave his arm a squeeze to notify him as if you tried to speak, it would only come out in gasps and strained moans. Albert understood, pulling his fingers out of your tightness, you whined, though it soon became clear what he wanted to do.
Taking down his pants to pool around his knees, and revealing his hardness which felt relieved from finally being released from his pants and underwear. Then bringing the hand that was coated in his juices, he smeared them over his length, guiding it up to your entrance.
He was as big as you imagined.
Looking down at you to ask if you were ready which you meekly nodded at, finding it absolutely adorable, Albert chose not to ram into you yet but insert himself at a comfortable rate. It was a stretch at first, small whimpers escaping your lips but as you finally sheathed him inside of you, your vocals betrayed your sealed lips, a lustrous moan escaping and fell against Wesker’s ears.
“Shh..Sh shh.. That’s it babygirl.. Take your Captain’s cock.”
Albert started to upwardly thrust into you, his length bulging in your stomach, you could see the small mound it made each time he thrusted into you. Moving your arms to around his neck, wrapping your legs around his waist to stop just sitting there and looking pretty.
Purring sweet nothings into your ear, he began to pick up the pace, his skin brushing against your clit each time his hips collided into yours.
He had dreamed of this. Maybe dreams do come true.
“My good girl.. taking me so nicely. You’ve always been my favourite. Do you like how I fuck you?”
Your answer was a weak but eager nod, scratching the fabric of his tactical vest, begging for more.
You were his good girl.
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"Oh my god!" You cried out, feeling another orgasm approaching.
Your ass had been sitting up all night while your boobs were pressed tight to the mattress. Wesker was fucking your throbbing cunt at high speed, as your pulsating walls drove him crazy.
"You’re so tight, my love," he said, panting. "So, so tight…"
His hands were holding your hips in place as you had trouble lifting your buttocks for him. He's been behind you for quite some time now, not letting you rest for a bit. You felt his hot, thick shots of cum over and over, filling you to the brim.
Your sensitive pussy began to feel his cock twitching again. Every throb of his cock was felt with high intensity by your weary cunt.
"Albert…" You grabbed the sheets beneath you, holding them so tightly in your fists that your fingertips became white.
"I’m close."
Wesker kept one hand on your hip, and the other moved to grab your hair. The pressure made you sink deeper into the mattress.
With a shaky moan, Albert came once again, filling you up until your belly began to pump. You weakly touched your lower belly with your fingers, tracing the small bulge as a happy smile appeared on your face.
"Hmmm…" Wesker hummed after he caught his breath. "Getting full already?"
"Y-yes"
Wesker began to gently massage your scalp with his fingers, and you let out a soft moan.
"What do you say?" He asked in a low, soothing voice.
"About what?" Something tingled inside you as a warning sign that Wesker might not be done with you yet.
"About we go another round?"
"Albert…" you cried out, your head still glued to the mattress.
"Please? I want to make sure you’re full…" he said it in a sweet voice, one that made it impossible to refuse him.
"But I am full." You stood your ground. "Come, feel my belly."
Wesker lightly tapped your bulge, the sensation making you whimper. You were full, too full and you didn’t know if you were able to take another load.
"Hmmm…"
You anxiously waited for his response.
"I think there’s plenty of room."
"C’mon" you groaned in frustration, kicking your feet once.
"My love, please, I don’t want to waste another cycle. I can’t wait another month…"
"But…"
"Please…" His fingers began to caress your forehead, pulling up some strands of hair.
"Fine…but just this time."
"Excellent…"
Without a warning, he flipped you over on your back, and he quickly inserted his cock inside you. It slipped in easily, as it was half erect. From there, he threw your legs over his shoulders, and he pressed himself against your body. He began to thrust into your tired cunt again, and you grabbed his forearms for support.
Your toes curled as he hit your spot repeatedly, bringing you to the verge of your final orgasm.
He came again, and you could see with the naked eye how that bulge increased. Wesker closed his eyes as he orgasmed hard.
"Do you think this will be enough?" You were kinda afraid of the answer.
"Yes" he said as he lovingly caressed your belly bulge.
You sighed, relieved, and pressed your hand over his.
"Soon, something will grow here, something that we created."
"I can’t wait." You used your other hand to caress his cheek. You couldn’t stop watching that beautiful face of his, and you couldn’t stop admiring that expression of pure joy. His eyes were glistering with joy and happiness, as he was already picturing his future child in his arms.
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Yandere Albert Wesker x Female Reader Pt. 2
“What’s that look on your face for? You finally free.” Your friend said, trying to reassure you that Wesker wasn’t going to hurt you anymore.
You let out a laugh. You looked at her. “I’m his experiment. That should be more than enough to look for me.” She sighed. Y/N is right.
“Then we’ll make it hard for him to locate you.” You nodded. “Of course. I’m not backing down without a fight.” The next time I see him will be him on his knees. Pleading for mercy.
“She’s escaped. Project 193 has left the building.” Dr. Young exclaimed. Wesker ignored him. He saw the footage. He was impressed. The T-virus was working. “We need to call it in.” He shook his head. “Project 193 belongs to me. No need to call it in.” She’s mine to claim.
“Focus on the following project. Don’t waste my time.” Dr. Young swallowed the lump in his throat. “Of course.” He left.
“My dear Y/N. Enjoy your little trip.” He smirked. Everything went according to plan. With the help of that friend. He needed you out so the committee wouldn’t have a say over you. The agreement was if you escaped from the facility, he would be granted ownership over Project 193. In other words, you belonged to him.
He took out the device from his pocket. It was beeping. A evil grin appeared on his face. A red dot was moving. “It doesn’t matter if you hide, I’ll always know where you are.” He laughed. Oh, I can’t wait to see the look on your face when we meet again.
“Enjoy your freedom while it lasts.” Especially with that friend of yours. She’ll be a great zombie.
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Thinking of Ace, Ash, Chris, Wesker and Anna with a s/o survivor with the HEAVIEST plot armor possible, as if they're from looney tunes. They are just so lucky trials get straight up comedic instead of scary — killers trip over their legs somehow, bang their heads on the trees, miss the easiest shots possible etc etc, and reader is just standing over there like "😄"
Mayhaps they could just go around helping people, since there's barely anything to do apart from that !!
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Ace Visconti:
Ace seems to love having another person around that has the same amount of dumb, “unlucky” luck that he has, too. Finally, someone who can relate to falling face-first in a patch of bushes after jumping out of a window, which really hurts, but will get the killer off of you. Though, your kind of luck usually ends with stuff like that happening to someone else instead of yourself…but he has seen you take a few tumbles down the basement stairs, and is always amazed when you’re perfectly fine afterwards. He somehow tends to be on the receiving end of your luck, he’s been tripped over and run over by the killer quite a few times while they’ve been carrying you, making them immediately drop you. But even with luck like this, he loves spending trials with you, because you make every single one fun.
Ashley J. Williams:
Honestly, Ash loves having someone like you around in the fog. Even though anyone around you tends to get hurt for your benefit, he finds it funny to watch from afar. It’s like watching a cartoon play out in real life. A safe distance, where he’s safe from being tripped over or tackled by the killer when they’re supposed to be looking for you, because he already has pretty shit luck and bringing you into the equation never makes it any better. But he is also known for poor life choices, so he does end up making the mistake of hanging a little too close to you when he probably shouldn’t. He’s been hit by missed swings that were meant for you many more times than he’d ever care to admit. But he will admit, seeing the killer run into a tree branch while chasing you down makes up for it.
Chris Redfield:
If you know Chris, you know he’s a very no-nonsense sort of guy. He doesn’t necessarily approve of the antics that seem to follow you around, but he also knows there doesn’t seem to be much that you can do about it. Most of the time, he sits back and watches you from afar to make sure you don’t get hurt or get into trouble due to…whatever it is that you seem to have. The joke is on him whenever he believes he has to jump in and save you though, because most of the time it ends with him getting tackled into the dirt by the killer when they meant to jump on you. You can probably imagine the look on his face when he gets hauled away by the killer and you’re springing away without a scratch.
Anna / The Huntress:
To put it simply, Anna gets incredibly frustrated by how well you avoid everything she throws at you. Literally. Every time she tries to throw a hatchet at you, you lean down to pick a flower and it flies off, or someone calls your name so you move and she hits a tree instead, or you just so happen to trip over a tree root at just the right time so that she hits whoever you were traveling with instead of you. She doesn’t know how you do it. How you always seem to know whenever she’s aiming to hit you. She usually resolves to just leave you alone most of the time, but she knows at some point she has to try to hit you. At least you give her good target practice…
Albert Wesker / The Mastermind:
Wesker has to admit, he’d much rather study you than try to catch you. Trying to catch you usually doesn’t end well for him or anyone in the immediate vicinity. He can’t complain when someone else falls in his path at just the right moment as you move out of the way, but you are who he’s aiming for. He decides he just needs to plan around your shenanigans, which may seem impossible to others, with how unpredictable trials can go with you thrown into the mix, but he’s a scientist. His entire life has been carved from the unpredictable, and he’ll get to the bottom of what makes you you, even if he has to endure smacking into a few trees and falling out of windows to make that happen.
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