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I don’t post very consistently but my requests are always open! Can’t promise I’ll get to them right away, depends on how I’m feeling really.
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╰┈➤ I will not write : smut/nsfw content (I may, however, write slightly suggestive content) | character x character | any form of abuse or past trauma | cheating | poly-relationships
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Am I cooking with this idea? Its only simple and small and a way to sorta soft launch my whole "Im taking requests for Albert Wesker and Zeno" phase.
So imagine this:
STARS! Albert coming home to his partner so mind numbed he's starting to think the office might be hell on Earth. He closes the door with a simple click before making the oh so long journey to his living room where his dearest, you, are just lounging around waiting for him. He's just so tired he wants to feel you're flesh on his.
He kneels down and pulls up the side of your t-shirt, not anything particularly scandalous just to reveal enough skin that he can kiss relentlessly. Bombarding you with affection before lying his face on the exposed skin while you finally draw your hands into his impeccable hair. No words are needed. Just a quiet moment of rest for the evil dr Wesker.
Do not feed my work to AI, I truly wish the worst to anyone that does that sort of stuff.
I'd love to be picked up from work by Albert Wesker. After a long, boring day it would be like a relief, a healing potion, a precious time in my safe space offered to me by my lover. He would open the door of his luxurious, black BMW for me and I would sit back, no, melt, even sink in to the leather front seat. While driving, he'd be holding his strong, big hand on my thigh, caresing it softly with his thumb 'till we would get to our house.
Hello! I saw your Wesker posts and I gotta say I'm in love 🫶
I have a request but not sure how to explain, sadly my english isn't very good yet.
So my idea is Wesker's wife (Reader) is a scientist like him and she tries to help him with his work while he's away, but she knocks something and gets sickly (not mutate, just very sick from a virus) and Wesker comes back in time to take care of us, give like a scolding but his anger like... you can see he's upset(?) We're sick. Not sure how to phrase sorry.
You don't have to answer if it's too hard, thank you for reading!
Hello!! Thank you so much, I really love this idea and had so much fun writing it, I hope you like it<3 !!
𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 | 𝐼 𝒥𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒲𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒯𝑜 𝐻𝑒𝓁𝓅
Fem!Reader, Wesker and reader are married
You just wanted to help your husband out but got sick in the process :( it’s okay tho, he takes good care of you<3
"It's urgent. I'll be back." That's all you heard as Wesker hasted out of his office, then out the door. No kiss goodbye, not even a glance from him. This left you surprised. Well, not so surprised since you know he's almost always busy with work and other such things, but he's never like this.
That was maybe 4 hours ago. Now, you sit alone in the house worrying and thinking to yourself. You don't know what caused him to leave so quickly, where he went, or when he'd be back.
Staring at your phone, you contemplate on sending him a message asking about what's going on, but you don't want to bother him, because whatever is going on right now isn't the only problem he has.
These past couple of weeks he's been highly stressed over work. Dealing with multiple failed experiments, having to terminate some of his workers, and now this.
So, being the loving wife you are, and instead of worrying yourself to death over your husband, you decide to take some of that stress off of him by getting some of his work done.
You head towards his office, and as soon as you step inside you can see papers scattered around his desk, along with different vials and test tubes. Most of them containing viruses, and others cures—only in case something happens to you, Wesker doesn’t care about others enough to spend so much time on making cures—and a document on his latest project was still opened on his computer.
Wesker never leaves a mess anywhere, let alone his workspace.
Pulling a chair up to his desk, you intend to read through the document in order to finish this project for him.
Then, *clink* … the sound of a small glass container rang out as it tipped over onto the desk, spilling the substance it held everywhere.
“Oh no, Wesker is going to kill me…”
You hurry and grab the container to set it back up and clean your mess. You’re in such a panic that you didn’t even realize some of the liquid got on your hand, slowly seeping into your skin.
“Why am I so clumsy?”
You just wanted to relieve your husband of some stress, and to take your mind off of worrying. Instead, you made a mistake and now you’re worrying even more.
After getting everything cleaned up you decide it’s best to just go to sleep. Maybe that’ll help quiet your mind, at least for a little while.
———
The next morning rolls around, rays of sunlight shining through the curtains. As you slowly come to your senses, you realize you’re a little weaker than usual and your temp higher than normal.
“I guess I’m just catching a cold. It’ll go away on its own.” Or so you thought.
As the day goes on, though, it just gets worse and worse. You’ve tried taking medicine, but none of it’s working. And still, you’ve heard nothing from Wesker. No texts, no calls, nothing.
By the time night falls you feel horrible. Lying in bed, it feels impossible to sleep, but eventually, finally, you drift off.
This time when you wake up, it’s even worse. You’ve never been sick like this in your life. You have no energy at all, you can’t even get out of bed. Your body is incredibly weak, temperature over the roof, everything hurts so bad.
There’s nothing you can do but lay there and suffer.
———
Around 2pm that day, after so many long hours, which felt like eternity, you hear the front door open.
“I apologize, dear. Something happened out of town, I had to take care of it.” It’s Wesker. He finally made it back.
“Albert..” you barely manage to call out for him. You’re not sure if he even heard you, your voice is so strained from the sickness.
Usually, anytime Wesker returns home you’re always so excited, eagerly making your way to him. But not this time. I mean, you are happy he’s back, but he doesn’t see or hear you anywhere and this concerns him.
“Dearheart?” He roams the house in search of you. He eventually finds you in the bedroom, and immediately, he’s knelt down beside you.
You look terrible. Your face is deathly pale, your lips slightly losing color. You’re dehydrated, hands softly shaking.
“When did you get like this? Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?” Before you can answer, he rushes to the kitchen then comes back with a glass of water and helps you drink some.
“What were you around, what’s got you this way?” He asked.
“I was trying to help you with work, but I spilled one of your viruses…” This made his jaw clench before he quickly left the room.
Now you really feel bad. Was he mad at you? Did you just cause a delay in his work, giving him more stress?
He made his way back to you with a small vial in his hand, one of the cures he had pre-made.
He gives you a decent amount, muttering, “don’t bother with my things anymore.”
“I’m sorry, Albert… I just wanted to help..”
He sighed, setting the vial down. “I understand, and I appreciate it, dear, but look what you’ve done to yourself. If I hadn’t made it back when I did, you very likely could’ve died.”
His voice sounds harsh, but he’s not mad at you. He’s worried. He doesn’t want to lose you.
“This cure should work fairly quickly.” He says, helping you sit up. “Here, drink more water.”
“You’re not mad at me for spilling the virus?” You ask before chugging more water.
His expression softens, that stern look from earlier leaving his face.
“Of course not, dearheart. I can always make more.” His hand comes up to cup your jaw, his thumb softly brushing over your cheek.
He leans in and gives a soft kiss to your temple, “I can’t lose you,” he says, just barely above a whisper.
My requests are always open, so if you have any ideas or want something specific let me know! Please read what I won’t write first, it’s in my pinned post.
ᯓ He secretly loves when you mess up his hair. Not in public or while he’s at work, though.
If you walk into his office, maybe to bring him lunch or something, and you ruffle his hair before leaving he’d get soo annoyed.
“Stop that,” he’d say and immediately start fixing it.
But if you’re at home? He goes straight to you, lays his head in your lap and lets you mess with his hair all you want. He may try to act annoyed sometimes, but he doesn’t stop you. He loves it, really.
ᯓ Poor guy is so touch starved. Just hold him please, that’s all he wants.
ᯓ Wesker isn’t really a man of feelings. All he cares about is his superiority and trying to start his new world, but you brought a more human part of him to life.
He doesn’t understand why or how, so he studies hard to figure out what you did to him to make him feel all these loving, affectionate emotions.
ᯓ He absolutely hates seeing you cry. He’s ready to end all of humanity for you.
“What’s wrong, who did this?” He’s livid. “Tell me who it was, dear, and you’ll never have to worry about them doing anything to you again.”
ᯓ If you get flustered easily, there’s no doubt he’d tease you relentlessly. He loves seeing how you get over him.
He observes you carefully, taking note of each and everything he does that drives you crazy. Then he does them more often on purpose, just to see you fawn over him.
Oh, you like the way his knuckles just slightly brush over your cheek when he wants you to look at him? Or the way he looks at you with a tilt of his head and that smirk on his face? Expect that more from him.
ᯓ I don’t think he’s the jealous type. He is possessive, though.
He knows he has you wrapped around his finger, so he doesn’t worry about you running after anyone else. If anyone tries to flirt with you, though, he’ll make it clear that you’re his.
And if anyone hits on you knowing you’re with Wesker? “Oh, the audacity.” They won’t live to see the dawn.
Wesker is definitely the kinda guy to just manhandle you randomly. Not to hurt you of course, just to remind you of who he is.
He never lets his tough, professional character falter around others. His face always having a cold, expressionless look. But for you? Oh this man has a soft spot. You’re not allowed to tell anyone, though, he would die if anyone found out he has even a bit of emotion.
With you, behind closed doors, he lets everything else go. He’s a sucker for physical touch, but of course, he’d never admit that. Just look at him a certain way, touch him, kiss him. He melts.
But sometimes, all this affection upsets his ego…
“Hi Albert, how was work?” You asked with a soft smile as he walked through the door.
“Fine,” he replied coldly, closing the door behind him. He didn’t seem fine, though. He seemed stressed, maybe tired.
You walk towards him and lean up to give a soft kiss to his lips. “I love you,” you say, before turning to walk away.
Before you could get too far, he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you back firmly against himself. His arm stayed over your chest as his other hand slowly came up to grip your jaw, forcing you to look at him.
He just stared at you for a moment. His eyes, hidden behind those dark shades he’s always wearing, scanned your pretty face. Then, slowly, he leaned closer to you. His breath hot against your ear, “I love you too, dear, but don’t forget who I am.”
König who only shows affection in private, too scared his teammates would tease him about it.
König who still hasn't showed you his face, too scared you'll leave him like everyone else did.
König who sleeps like a baby when you're with him, you're the only one he feels safe around.
König who gets you anything and everything because you're his whole world and he'd do anything for you.
König who barely lifts his mask when you kiss him, too scared you'd see what's underneath.
König who would instantly choose you over anyone else in his life, you're the only one who genuinely cares for him.
König who's so proud of everything you've done, even if you don't feel the same about it.
König who wants you and only you, nobody compares to anything you have.
König who can't stand to see you upset, you deserve the whole world and more.
"what's the matter, liebling?" he'd ask as you sobbed in his arms. "no one can hurt you now, I'm here."
König who hates arguments, so if you're mad at him he'd stay silent, the only thing leaving his mouth being apologies, even if he's not sure what he's done.
“mein liebe, I’m not sure what I did to make you feel this way.. saying that probably makes you even more annoyed.. but just know that I’m truly sorry for whatever it is that I’ve done. I hope you can tell me why you’re upset, I love you more than anything and would do anything to make up for this…”
König who doesn't care how bad of a person you are or used to be, all he cares about is having you as his lover.
König who could sit and listen to you talk for hours, makes him all giddy inside hearing your pretty voice talk about anything and everything.
Waking up before your boyfriend provided ample opportunity to stare at him as he slept. She carefully shifted on the mattress and faced James. Sure, they'd had sleepovers as kids, but those sleepovers were laced with the nostalgia of childhood and eating too much candy.
Now, everything felt different, different in the way only a relationship could be. The curtains were slightly ajar and a slant of morning light streaked across her star patterned bedding.
She glanced at her boyfriend. He had shifted onto his front, face pressed into the pillow. Sleep stripped away the confidence and he looked boyish and vulnerable. The blanket had slipped down, settling on his hips.
He was lean, but not scrawny and his back had a subtle arch to it. She leaned closer and tilted her head. A tattoo ran down the centre of his back and at first she'd assumed it was a spine, to match the bones under his skin. It was a scorpion, pincers occupying his hips and stinger reaching his upper back in a slight curl.
She gently traced a finger down his back and he shifted in his sleep and the muscles in his back contracted subconsciously. She kept her touch careful as she moved up his back.
"Measuring my skin, Sunshine?" He mumbled.
"I was romantically admiring you." She said.
"Or creepily staring, depending on who you ask." Maynard said.
She looked at him and his lips broke into a sleepy smile. His right hand lifted and gently traced the skin on her thigh.
"Did you want a coffee?" She asked, and smiled.
"I did want a coffee," He said, but his hand tightened on her thigh. "Lay back down first though. Let me hold you."
"Getting all mushy." She giggled.
"Only when it comes to you, Sunshine." He said.
She laid down again and he turned, shifting to face her and gather her closer. He leaned on his left hand and used his right to gently stroke her hair. There was no rush, no need to get up. And she relaxed against him.
"So, tell me about yourself." He said.
"James, we've been friends since we were 10. There's nothing you don't know." She sighed, contentedly.
"Yeah, but I knew all that stuff as your friend," He said, like it was incredibly obvious. "I want to know you as your boyfriend, Sunshine. It's different."
"C'mon, it is not," She giggled again, then thought for a moment. "When did you get the back tattoo?"
"About a year ago. See, we're learning new things. You found out I had a back tattoo and I found out you talk in your sleep," He said, and she snorted out another laugh. "Tell me a secret that no one else knows."
"I've already told you all my secrets." She said.
"Fine, point taken." He agreed.
"Remember when we lured that cat?" She asked.
"Yes, holy shit. Mrs Lewis' cat. It was so fat, it had its own zip code." He laughed.
"We stole ground beef from my mom's fridge." She said.
"And we smuggled it into your house." Maynard laughed.
The cat had been a large, ginger tabby. It wandered their old neighbourhood, following people for food. As such it had become very chonky since the kids in the street would feed it. Maynard and Sunshine had been the first to lure it inside. And then attempted to hide said cat in her closet. Only for the cat to be later found by her mother.
"My dog knew something was afoot." She said.
"He knew you were a traitor." He laughed.
"It was partially your doing too." She said.
"Oh no, don't blame me, Sunshine. You. It was all your idea. I just went along with it." He said.
"Why would you do that? I have terrible ideas." She giggled, and looked up at him.
"Because I wanted to be around you, to see you smile and laugh. And it was funny. That's the second time I wanted to marry you." He said, softly.
"There were multiple moments. Now I know you've been replaced with a James shaped clone." She said.
"There were always multiple moments." He replied, and his brown eyes softened, tender now, all humor gone.
She smiled again and blushed. Her hand touched his face and his eyes dipped down to her lips.
"Morning breath." She mumbled.
"Don't care." He replied.
His lips found hers in a soft press and the contact sent sparks through her. She kissed back, returning that gentle need. The need to breathe separated them, but he leaned down, trailing soft kisses down her jaw and her neck. She exhaled a soft, pleased whine.
His lips moved back up and claimed hers again. Their bodies pressed together, kissing languidly in the early morning light. Even when they pulled apart, they didn't move. For now, dozing in each other's arms felt right.
