I drew fanart for "Failed Experiments" Wesker x reader by @ faggotbeloved !!
(I'm too embarrassed to tag but please give the fanfics a read !! The entire Wesker fanfics there are my favorite ๐ญ๐๐ especially the 3 step ahead !!)
Since Tumblr does not like spicy drawings (i will get suspended ๐๐) I needed to post full pic on twt... The full art is on @ drawinguncannie !
i love your three steps ahead series and all of your wesker works!! i was wondering if you could write about wesker being jealous? like, reader has one of their bad days and they start crying nonstop because they miss the life they used to have, and they start crying bc they miss their s/o too (and theyre starting to feel guilty bc theyre basically forced by wesker to โloveโ him so in readerโs eyes they feel like theyre cheating on their s/o) and wesker gets jealous and they have a whole fight? you can go crazy with this idea idm ๐ซถ๐ซถ
This MAY have inspired certain parts of chapter 3... this is #foryou
Three Steps Ahead | Yandere!Albert Wesker x GN!Reader
3: Boiling Point (5k words)
Cw: slight angst, manipulation, chris x reader is brought up more, somewhat cheating? read ask, wesker literally kills someone for talking to reader, minor characterโs almost suicide, narcissistic tendencies, nicknames for Albert, reader is slowly succumbing to the manipulation
Nsft cw: porn with lots of plot, non consensual voyeurism, reader bottoms at first!!, soft sex turned rough, getting eaten out (vague so it could be either hole), come eating, premature ejaculation, marathon sex(?), nonconsensual creampie, reader has a strap/dick, spit as lube by choice, reader turns mean, edging, heavy sadism(r) and masochism(w), spitting, gunplay
Wesker was right. You did need help getting around. But that didn't mean you'd ask for it; he was more than willing to pamper you, but you refused to let him.
You had to keep that thought going through your head so you didn't forget. You hated him. He was the reason you were in pain. He watched as you cried on the floor, and he turned the shock collar up.
But also? He held you through your nightmares, even if some were brought by him. He massaged your aching muscles and would go out for more painkillers whenever you requested, he made your favorite dishes so perfectly it was like he'd practiced them, and he whispered in your ear promises of getting better and fixing the world together and elevating you.
You didn't quite know what that meant, but he spoke so reverently and lovingly it almost made you believe him. But with a twinge of anger, you recalled what you were fighting for. You wouldn't let him win; you wouldn't let him sweet talk his way into your good graces.
You laid lazily on the couch, watching the working TV that Wesker installed for you in the living room. Wesker had guided your head into his lap and was watching your face instead of the TV. His fingers trailed down your scalp and throughout your hair, enjoying this domesticity once more. You suddenly stood up on aching legs, alarming and disappointing Wesker.
โAhโdarling, where are you going? The bathroom? Let meโโ
โGet off, Albert. I can walk,โ you grunted as you stepped away. You ached, but it was better than feeling his traitorous hands on you, holding you in ways that should have died with him at the mansion lab.
Wesker paused and frowned. โWhat's this about?โ he asked slowly, standing up with you. โYou'reโoh, you're still trying to distance yourself from me, are you?โ
No reply. Wesker continued, โIn your head, you can tell yourself you hate me. But your body,โ Wesker approached, grasping your chin and pressing your hips to his in a hug of sorts. โYour body tells a different story. Iโm saying this from a neurological standpoint, that isโIโve been studying your sleeping patterns, your hormones, your vitals...โ
You broke out of his grasp. โShut the hell up. I'm just not developing Stockholmโs, does that bother you so badly? That I don't intend to give up?โ Somehow, Wesker could tell your thoughts were on somethingโsomeoneโelse.
โYou're thinking about him again. Was he better than me?โ Wesker asked slowly. โDid Chris touch you in every way that you like? Memorize what parts of his own body gave you pleasure, map out your skin like he's charting stars, moan in your ear how you want him to? How long did he deny himself just so you could hear his voice tremble? Did Chris ever once worship youโฆ like I still do?โ
โStop. This isn't about Chrisโโ
โNo, it always is,โ Wesker interrupted. โโChris will find meโ, โChris will save me,โ screaming โChrisโ in your nightmares and whispering โChrisโ in your dreams. You may think you love him, but thatโs only an excuse for so long. If he comes here, not only will he die, but you will kill him.โ
The threat was so sure that it caught you off guard and rendered you speechless with anger.
โI won't,โ you replied angrily. โLeave me the fuck alone, Wesker,โ you spat for added venom. Suddenly, you fell to the ground in pain as Wesker sent electricity throughout your body. Right, you needed to use his first name.
โI warned you. That was 10 mA. Again, and I'll move it to 15,โ he said dispassionately. โNow let me help you up. Do you still need to use the restroom?โ
โYes,โ you grit out angrily. Wrenching your arm from his grip, you felt the collar on low; it was just high enough to be extremely uncomfortable, but it wasnโt enough to cause you to drop to the ground. Still, with the ache in your body it really wasn't feasible to get anywhere without Weskerโs help.
When you begrudgingly grabbed his arm for balance, he hugged you to his side and turned off the collar. โThatโs much better. You neednโt try to put a brave front on. You can't do anything without me, not like this.โ
โI need to get up,โ you announced with a groan, trying to escape Weskerโs arms. โMy legs need to stretch. Wesker, let meโwhat the fuck!?โ You screamed as he activated the shock collar again. โWhat did I do!?โ
โI told you. 15 mA; every time you don't call me by name it'll increase. But I'm nice, it'll reset back to ten tomorrow. Aren't I nice?โ
In the tense seconds that followed, the collar continued in painful bursts until you forced out. โYes. You're fucking nice, Albert. Are you happy?โ You spat, pushing him off of you. It was bad enough he was using your inability to move to keep you in the bed against your will, but now he was forcing you to suck up to him?
You felt the familiar discomfort of the collar on low and glared at Wesker. โWhat now? You want to walk me around?โ You guessed, since he'd only done that when you strayed too far from him.
โEx-actly. You're catching on wonderfully, my love,โ Wesker cooed demeaningly. He sat up and offered his arm for you to take, and since you wanted the collar to stop, you grabbed on without complaint.
He walked you around the house like you were a leashed animal in need of exercise, then immediately brought you back to the bed. When you protested, saying you wanted to stretch more, he shushed you. โYou're sore from the training yesterday. Lie down, we can watch whatever you'd like. I'll have someone bring in a television.โ
Training. The words echoed in your mind. You planned to resist, but when you saw Wesker reach into his pocket, you relented before he could shock you again.
Once you settled in, Wesker joined right behind you, spooning you and keeping a possessive arm around you like a seatbelt. After a moment, he grabbed a radio from the nightstand and spoke into it. โBring a television and remote to my living area. The bedroom. It's the only open door. Remember the rules about my fiancรฉ,โ he commanded coldly, then switched off the radio to cuddle closer.
โFiancรฉ? You're kidding. I'm not dating you, first of all, and second of all, even if I was, you haven't proposed,โ you argued, standing your ground even when threatened with a shock.
โYou are, actually,โ Wesker replied boredly. โAnd as for being my fiancรฉ, It's really just a matter of semantics. Chris was your boyfriend, was he not? I'd rather not stoop to his level. We're more than simply dating; there's a possibility of separation when one is dating. And the vernacular! โGet together,โ โdating,โ โbreaking up;โ I find it childish. No, we are far more advanced than high schoolers finding a date to a dance.โ
โฆthe audacity of this man. While he spoke, you sat up to look him in the eyes. โFuck you,โ you said, unsure how else to reply. โWhy do you keep bringing Chris up? He's not here. I don't even talk about him that often. You justโโ
โBecause I've seen you crying over him. Because it makes me angry, darling, that you're still stuck on such an unremarkable, weak man. I could flatten cities if you just asked me to, and heโฆ what, he survives the viruses that I create?โ Wesker murmured low in your ear, propping himself up on an arm. โHe's only alive because I need combat data. Do you understand how insignificant he is? And how much more you will be with me? You'll transcend humanity. You'll be a god.โ
In anger, you pushed his arm off of you and shuffled to the edge of the bed. โMaybe I don't want to be a god. Maybe I want a normal life where I settle down and grow old and don't have to be your little trophy, stuck in here!โ
โLay back down,โ he commanded coldly. โLet me hold you.โ
With emotions ramping up, your voice grew angrier and cracked. โNo, Albert! I'm not lying with you! I slept on the couch for a reason; I don't want to cheat on Chris!โ
With that, a silence fell on the room.
โ...You should know better than that,โ Wesker drawled, a scowl on his face. Slowly, he sat up, grabbing your jaw. โIt's not cheating. It's far from it. He's weak, and if he were stronger he might have beat me and deserved you. But he's not, and once he stopped fighting he lost the right to have you.โ
โI'm not some possession to have and to deserve,โ you spat. โI love him, Albertโโ you tried to say, but Wesker released your face forcefully.
โHe was a replacement for me! You chose me first, sweetheart, he was nothing but a coworker until the damned mansion incident when you stayed loyal to S.T.A.R.S. instead of me!โ Albert shouted in fury. โHe was the next best thing after me, and clearly didn't love you enough if he took Valentine with him everywhere! You weren't his first choice, but you're mine,โ he snarled. โWhy won't you accept me?โ
At that moment, the door opened and two men came in, carrying a TV, remotes, and a couple cables. Wesker scowled and sat against the headboard, grabbing you by the shoulder and pulling you into his chest protectively.
The men passed by the bed and you thanked them. One kept his eyes trained solely on the ground, the other flashed an awkward smile and replied a quiet โYou're welcome.โ
You didn't understand why Wesker tensed, but you made idle chatter with the younger man, ignorant to the warning glances from both Wesker and the other employee that were being shot about as subtly as an RPG.
Abruptly, Wesker stood up, grabbed a gun from a hiding place, and shot the man coldly in the head.
โWhat the fuck?!โ You screamed, getting up from the bed in horror.
Wesker rolled his eyes. โDon't be dramatic. You've killed people before.โ Blankly, he nodded to the linen closet, ordering the other man to clean up the remains. Once the man set the TV up, he hurriedly mopped up blood and scrubbed down the walls.
โZombified people! Why the fuck did you do that?โ You argued in horror.
โI have a few clear, simple rules. The easiest one is that they aren't to talk to you unless necessary. I can't have you being manipulated by the vermin who might find their way to you. He,โ Wesker pointed the gun lazily to the body, โdisobeyed a rule. He spoke to what's mine.โ
You recalled with a dull disgust the flippant comment he'd made that sparked the whole argument earlier, โRemember the rules about my fiancรฉ.โ Was that what he meant? โHe wasn't doing anything! I talked to him first!โ
โIt doesn't matter. This gentleman here hasn't said a word. He'll get to live. That's all there is to it,โ Wesker shrugged. He wiped his gun on a rag then laid the rag on the face of the dead man, where a clean bullet hole was the only indication of anything other than paralysis. โNow, then. We have a television in here, so do you have any film requests?โ
Wesker sat back down and administered a morphine shot in through your thigh. You flinched at the intrusion and watched as Wesker wiped off the drop of blood that came from the injection site and licked it from his thumb. He clipped off the needle of the syringe and disposed of both.
You stared at the body on the floor, guilt racking your body. โYou never told me about those bullshit rules,โ you said shakily.
โYou didn't need to know. They did. All you need to do is stay close to me, you'll be fine,โ he dismissed. โCome here. Now.โ
You glanced over at Wesker, his arms open impatiently for you to crawl into. โCome now, darling. You wouldn't want another man dead, would you? Excuse me, you, what's your name?โ
The other employee looked alarmed and stammered out a reply. โIโmโIโm Gavin.โ
โGavin, I'd like you to shoot yourself.โ You didn't expect Gavin to accept this, but he walked across the room and grabbed the very gun Wesker used moments before.
You yelped in alarm. โShit! Okay, I'm coming!โ You said as you got close enough for him to grab you and pull you closer.
โThere we are. Never mind, Gavin, you're free to leave once you take the fellow on the floor out,โ Wesker hummed, stroking your hair adoringly. โThat wasn't so hard. Has the opiate kicked in yet?โ
โNo. It hasn't,โ you grit out. You turned around, away from his face, but all that did to deter his affection was let him bury his face in your hair.
You had no interest in the movie that Wesker put on. It was something in black and white, and from the looks of it was some mid-1930s mystery with a man, woman, and scruffy dog. Throughout it, Wesker pressed himself close to you and whispered in your ear whenever there was a lull in the action. You internally regret not choosing the movie.
โWeโll kill him, sweetheart, and you'll thank me for it.โ
โWhen you accept me, I can give you a rare gift. Don't you want it?โ
โI was lost without you. Didnโt you miss me?โ
โI never stopped loving you. It tore me up, thinking about how many men tried to proposition you when I wasn't right beside you. It's easier when I can justโwell, just kill whoever gets on my nerves.โ
โThere's cameras in your home. You couldn't have known, I made sure of that. I wasn't keen on being cut out entirely. It was comforting, seeing you live life with nobody watching. Your days off became my personal livestreams; it got to a point where I couldn't sleep unless I played one.โ
โAlbert?โ You spoke up finally, wanting to nip this in the bud before Wesker devolved into confessing war crimes in your name.
โMmh? Yes, my love?โ He grinned as he brushed his lips across your throat.
โAlbert, I don't want to hear how you stalked me.โ
You and Albertโno, Weskerโhad a lot of conversation. Some of it was him talking about his studies and most of it was him talking about you.
You cut in occasionally with an โAlbert, I'm not sure who would be left to officiate a wedding if you kill ninety percent of peopleโ or an โAlbert, kids aren't exactly probable at our ageโ or an โAlbert, I'm not exactly a fan of you killing the majority of people I interact with.โ
Soon, Wesker laid on your chest, gazing up at you with admiration in his slitted, carnelian eyes. You stared back and stroked his hair. โAre you in any pain, dear heart?โ He asked, referring to your aching muscles.
โNot much,โ you sighed.
Wesker drummed his fingers on his thigh and glanced up at you. โWell, I'm not sure what else medicine can do for your pain. Perhaps we should look at alternatives.โ
With a curious hum, you accepted the bait. โAlternative?โ
โEndorphins,โ he added matter-of-factly. He offered no more explanation.
โUmโฆ what, you want to take me to the gym? That's counterintuitive. I'm in pain because of my muscles,โ you guessed.
โNo, not the gym. I mean sex, of course. After an orgasm, your brain releases a massive amount of endorphins, which are natural painkillers,โ Wesker added bluntly. โIโll go gently, of course. Or perhaps you'd be more comfortable with control?โ
โWhat? Are you kidding?โ
โOf course not. I could prep you, if you'd like.โ
โAlbertโโ
โIt's been far too long since we were intimate. You've had mediocre sex from Chris ever since I left. I'd like to rectify your poor experiences,โ Wesker shrugged.
โWere you watching us!?โ
โYou for pleasure, he for study. I had no real interest in watching Redfield besides figuring out what he somehow blundered upon and got right. Anyways, from what I could tell, you only orgasmed 72% of the time, compared to his hundโโ
โWhat? Stop talking about this! You're no better than him. Youโyou were premature every time, andโโ
โI made up for it with stamina. You've never gone more than two rounds with him, even after so long ofโฆ โdatingโ. Need I remind you of our excursions, whereโโ
โAlbert!โ
โYes, dearest?โ
โI want you to shut up so badly, I will let you eat me out,โ you said bluntly. Usually, you wouldn't allow him because it turned into a literal hour of overstimulation, but it was better than listening to him pull up sex statistics of all things.
Wesker froze. His eyes seemed to glow in excitement and he sat up immediately. He chuckled shakily, tugging off your sweatpants with his superhuman speed. He took the underwear with him, tossing it on the ground without a care.
His own pajamas sported an already damp tent; he couldn't even think properly. He laid flat and guided your hips right down onto his face, pausing before he brought you you down all the way.
โI've been waiting for you to say that,โ he whispered softly as he buried his face in your sex. He inhaled deeply and moaned, canting his hips up desperately. โIt's been too long,โ he groaned. โI love you.โ
As his tongue breached your hole, you gasped and ground softly on his face. It was like he remembered just how your body worked. Each moan of Albertโs, which were practically constant, reverberated through your body and shot pleasure down your spine.
Soonโor perhaps much longer after; you could never tell time when Albert was ravishing youโit grew too much and you tried to lift off of him, but Albert grabbed your hips and kept you securely back down.
โAlโAl, I'm gonna cum,โ you warned, embarrassed by how quick it felt, to which he pressed right into your weak spot with his tongue. Again. And again. The onslaught of stimulation forced it out of you and you heard Albert exhale with excitement.
With a surprised gasp, you came, but Albert lifted you off of him so he could catch and swallow all of your release. Whatever he didn't get, he scooped up and licked erotically off his fingers. โFuck, you're so pretty like this,โ you murmured in amazement.
Albert closed his eyes in pleasure, grinning lazily as you laid beside him. โI'm not done. Of course, I love tasting you, but I-I need you to know how much better I am. At leastโmmhโat least three rounds.โ
You glanced down at his crotch, which was wet with at least one orgasmโs worth. โOh, Albertโฆ Did you cum?โ
โAhโtwice. I can't help it. Missed you. Don'tโdon't worry. Three rounds for you. I can recharge in minutes,โ he babbled breathlessly. Albert regained his senses and slipped off his bottoms, somehow still hard despite the ejaculate coating his lower half.
Having been thoroughly tonguefucked, you sank down on Albertโs cock and groaned at the ease of it.
โYou're perfect, Bee,โ you whispered out. You'd completely forgotten who you were dealing with: a terrorist, a murderer, a stalker. Your lover. โFucking stellar. I can feel every inch, you know that?โ
Albert couldn't help his hips from twitching into you. โI love you so much.โ
โYou're so horny it makes you dumb,โ you chuckled shakily.
It was slow and enjoyable; you left hickey after hickey on his chest, enjoying the cracks in his voice as you tore him apart. It wasn't animalistic like you'd expected from himโafter all, he'd been watching you for years and couldn't even see you face to face. You weren't sure if you liked his new eyes, but it was somewhat amusing to see them flash with light every once in a while.
Neither of you were in any rush; you both knew that you would climax eventually and were willing to wait. It seemed an eternity passed between that day at the Spencer estate and today. You were so high on affection and pleasure that your guilt melted away and was replaced by the burn in your thighs and the tightness in your core.
โSay you love me. Please,โ Albert whined, guiding your hips in ellipsoidal motions. โPlease, I need you to. You love me, right?โ
โAhโ! Fuck, Bee, yes, I love you,โ you groaned, panting on his neck. You didn't even realize what you said until after he laughed erratically and began bucking up into you.
โThat's it. That's all I need. Please, please, I need to cum. Inside of you? Thatโs alright?โ He begged, his back arching in a barely contained peak.
โW-What? Don't you dare. Pull out,โ you demanded, your brain clearing at the thought of cleanup you really didn't want to do, but he shook his head.
โNo. I'm sorry. I can't. Need it inside of you. I'm sorry, Iโm sorry, IโmsorryImsorryImsorry,โ he babbled, pulling you down and cumming hard inside of your hole.
You groaned; it felt good, the familiar sensation of his hot seed filling your hole and lubricating even better, but irritation overtook you at his disobedience.
Before Albert left S.T.A.R.S., he was the perfect brat: all you'd have to do is break him down enough and he'd hang on to every word you said. You had to restart. You had to make him realize his place all over again.
With your mind made up, you knew what you had to do. โYou'll fucking pay for that,โ you growled, pulling out before the aftershocks cleared and flipping him on his back.
โWhat? Noโno, no, no, donโtโah!โ
You spat directly on his asshole, watching his still-twitching cock jolt from the obscenity. Slipping a finger roughly in, you targeted his prostate so cruelly that he was yelping and begging for forgiveness.
โPlease! Ah, I'm stillโdarling, you'll make me come again!โ He warned, glowing eyes widening. โI'm stillโit's sensitive!โ
โNo, no, no. You wanted to cum so badly, I'm letting you. Come on, Albert, you can cum again, can't you? How can you call yourself a God if you can't handle overstimulation?โ You grit out, spewing filth into his ears. He moaned, clenching on your finger, and you added a second.
Albertโs arm blindly flopped over to the nightstand and he rummaged around by touch to find the lube he'd hidden in there.
โYou slut,โ you chuckled in disbelief as he handed it to you. โYou knew this would happen. Put it back, you're not getting lube this time. You're getting fucked with nothing but spit, and if you tear, that's your own damn fault.โ
Albert nodded his head erratically, bucking into your fingers desperately. โY-yes, okay, I'm sorry,โ he acquiesced. He was getting off on this harsh treatment, you were aware, and it brought you no small amount of excitement.
After three fingers, you decided he was sufficiently prepped. You pulled them out in one motion, watching as he whined at the loss, and spit on his gaping hole one more time before lining up the head of your cock and pushing in.
You entered a flow state, ramming in and out of his body. Your irritation only grew to anger once you thought about your situation at any length. He was a good hole, that was for sure, but it didn't excuse his acts of evil.
You grew rougher and meaner when you recalled the damn shock collar still around your neck.
You began to bite once you thought about his obsession with being better than Chris.
You flipped him over when you glanced up and saw the bloodstain on the carpet from that poor worker.
His punishment was chosen when you thought about your home, how deeply you missed it, and how angry you were that you were stuck here.
โYou don't get to cum, Albert,โ you said coldly, to which Albert whimpered in panic. He had nowhere to hide, face up on the bed with his legs to the side while you thrust mercilessly into him.
โWhat!? Ahโwhy not?โ
โDon't question me. You don't get to cum,โ you repeated, grabbing his chin. โUnderstand?โ
โBut I need to,โ he argued mindlessly, his brain blank with desperation.
With a loud smack, Albertโs mouth hung agape and his eyes glazed over. You weren't sure if it was pleasure, shock, or something else. He had gasped when you slapped him across the face, nearly cumming right then if not for the firm grip you had on the base of his cock. He didn't even notice until he looked at himself, expecting ropes of ejaculate to spurt out.
โDon't argue either. Who the fuck do you think you are? You can cum if you promise to get this shock collar off.โ
โNo, no, you need it! Hrrkโ!โ He was cut off as you grabbed him roughly by the base of his scalp.
โRun that by me again?โ You growled into his ear.
โI-I can give you breaks from it. Is that okay? A week? I'll give you a week without the collar. And thenโthen, I'll focus on positive reinforcement! I promise, justโplease!โ
โDo I need to bitch slap you again?โ
โSlap me all you want. Please do. I just can'tโoh!โ
He wasn't this masochistic before the mansion incident. You knew it was exciting him, but it was also extremely cathartic to take your anger out on him. You hit him until your hands both stung, but after each slap Albert only giggled manically and stared up at you with unblinking eyes.
You needed something else; something with more power than a simple hit. You grabbed his throat and constricted his breathing until his mouth was agape in a desperate grab for air. Suddenly, you spat directly into his mouth and he jolted almost violently.
You let go of his throat, but all that served to do was bring back his babbling. After a lengthy amount of sputtering, of course.
โHaahโPlease, let me cum. I-I'll replace the collar with something else,โ he finally promised, his best offer just to be able to find the release he so desperately needed.
โWith what?โ
โA-a bracelet! I've been designing itโI'll tell you all about it. Let me cum, please!โ
With a scowl, you released your hand from Albertโs cock and watched as Albert was wrecked with wave after wave of agonizing pleasure. You got up and left him on the bed to find a towel, and when you came back he was still spurting cum like it was his first time with a person.
His come was a color not natural to humans, likely a result of the Prototype virus he'd injected himself with. A virus. And you'd just fucked this man into oblivion, kissed him, andโ most damning of allโhe came inside you. Were you infected with the virus now? He did it on purpose!
You grabbed the gun from where you recalled it to be and shoved it in his mouth, the cold barrel nearly chipping a tooth. โDid you infect me with that Prototype?โ You snarled. โWas that your plan, Albert?โ
Albertโs eyes rolled back. He mumbled something that you didnโt understand, so you took the gun out of his mouth and he actually fucking whined a high, keening sound. He tried to follow the muzzle but you forced him back down.
โSpeak,โ you instructed, like he was a dog.
โWasnโtโฆ wasnโt my intention at all,โ he rasped, โfuck, I just came. Youโre gonnaโฆ you drive me crazy.โ
Your eyes narrowed at his answer; he was more horny than intelligent right now. โWill it infect me?โ
โNo, no, no,โ he panted, โI wouldnโtโnot without your knowledge. Has to be special.โ
You let out a scoff and tossed the gun aside. โFine. Need any help, or should I let you take care of that alone?โ You nodded to his dick, which found itself erect and weeping once more after the gun. It must have ached something awful, since heโd been in a state of perpetual arousal since before this encounter started.
Albert nodded shakily, lying back on the bed and allowing you to help him through what might have been his sixth of the night.
Exhausted was an understatement. Heโd brought up the idea under the excuse of endorphinsโwhat bullshit. By the time he tuckered himself out, the bed was filthy with both of your fluids and even with such a powerful body he hardly wanted to stand up long enough to shower off.
You had to yell at him not to call someone to change the bedsheets for him. Apparently, when someone was the most powerful terrorist in the world, they didnโt feel much shame when those โbeneathโ them saw their sexual endeavors.
Eventually, you managed to get up and grab sheets from the linen closet, but the blankets were ruined. Luckily, there were a few on the couch and the bedspread would be washed in the morning.
You didnโt want to think about how you should be fighting Albert. It was hard when he slipped under your skin and nestled into your brain, like how he nestled into your chest and slept so soundly after the evening youโd had.
He ordered food to be delivered to the room, barely had a few bites, then cuddled up to your body and slept. He wasโฆ adorable. It pissed you off.
You pulled the blanket over your shoulders and tried to think. Maybe heโd already gotten you to personally forgive him, sure, but that didnโt mean you were a mindless follower.
You wouldnโt turn on someone from S.T.A.R.S. if you saw them. That was something. And you wouldnโt kill Chris. You supposed Albert was right; you and Chris werenโt really anything anymore if heโd let you be captured. And you did love Albert before you even noticed Chris romantically.
You regret not gaining Albertโs trust faster. If you did, he may have let you in and given you information you could have used to stop this bioweapon, but instead you were trapped uselessly inside an apartment.
โYou donโt still love him, do you?โ Asked Albert, which surprised you since you believed him to be asleep.
After a moment, you answered. โ...no, I donโt think I do.โ
โGood. Thatโs good,โ he mumbled, nuzzling you gently. โYou love me. Donโt you?โ
A soft smile graced your features. He was asleep. โYes. I do.โ
DAMN this took a long time. I know I said I was slowing down but this was fun to write. My only goal was to write a chapter around 5k words, so I am more than pleased.
Read my other Wesker works? The plot may not make sense without.
If anyone has plot ideas for some filler chapters so I don't have to do a three year time skip, I'd love to hear some! Can be anything at all. I mean anything. You want to see them on a trip to a picnic? Ask!! You want to see Wesker get absolutely railed? Send in a couple kinks!!! You want to see more of reader losing their mind? Me too!!!!
Failed Experiments | Scientist!Albert Wesker x M!Reader ~2-3k
Cw: porn with plot, obsessive wesker, sex pollen, dubcon (see sex pollen PLUS reader is threatened w a gun but is into it regardless), sub/brat wesker?, wesker is in love with reader, reader is not in love with wesker, nsfw, gun play if you squint, rushed prep, anal fingering, anal sex, belly bulge, creampie that reader didn't particularly want to give, aftercare included, angst at the end (?)
This work contains smut and is 18+. AN at the end.
Day after day, your boss has been cagier and cagier. You'd run him his coffee (a Ph.D required for the application, and you still have to remember how he likes his coffee?), get an assignment, then get shooed out of his lab to work while leaving him alone. He started intercepting you before you could enter his lab, so you hadn't even seen inside it for a week now. When you remembered you'd forgotten the spare key to your locker in there last month, you decided to go in, grab it, and get out. Damn you for losing all your keys.
You're not sure why you thought it would be so easy.
Wesker was hunched over at his desk, piles of paper almost forming a wall beside him, muttering something about testing. You would have told him of your presence, but he hated being interrupted and you didn't want to face his wrath for crashing his train of thought. When you got to the counter where you distinctly recall putting the key, you found it missing. Suddenly, Wesker growled your name more clearly than his previous string of sentences and you spun around to face him, but you were surprised to see that his back was still turned and his muttering was continuing.
"No, damnit, oxytocin, not norepinephrine. You think I just want a quick fuck?" You heard Wesker hiss as he typed angrily on his keyboard. "Haven't talked to him in nine days, and all I've got to show for it is a glorified aphrodisiac. Need more subjects."
Since when had Wesker meddled with hormones? Virology was his strong suit, but endocrinology? You were more used to mutative viruses than SSRIs when working with Wesker. You crept closer behind him and found the key hanging on his lanyard, which was most certainly not a normal place for your locker's key to be. However, you decided against any form of stealing it, since the noise would alert Wesker of your presence and you didn't want to deal with that. As you made your way to the door, a loud chirp came from your belt, meaning you were being paged by Wesker.
Wesker flinched at the sound, spinning around in his chair to see you. He looked unusual; his sunglasses were replaced with blue-light glasses, his hair gel had weakened from his constant running his fingers through his hair and a few strands fell on his face, and his eyes were as intense as usual but held a hint of instability.
"You're not supposed to be in here unless I ask you to," Wesker snarled, standing up and striding to you with powerful steps. "What are you doing?" He asked as he grabbed the collar of your lab coat. He seemed to remember he was wearing glasses, and tore them off to appear more intimidating.
"AlrightโDoctor Wesker, I was just trying to find the key to my locker I left in here," you replied, prying his hand off. Wesker had lost his cool with you many a time, and it gets less scary every time he chickens out on killing or firing you. "Have you seen it?"
"Why would I care about a locker key? I'm working on things of actual importance," Wesker deflected, but you knew damn well he knew where the key was.
You strolled away from him and approached his desk. "What were you paging me for? More rats?" You questioned as you observed the work on his computer.
"Get away from that!" Wesker snapped, grabbing your wrist and tossing you from his desk. "Yes. Find me more subjects, I need to tweak this formula," he huffed after a moment.
"We don't have any more Norwegian browns. You've been using them all," you retorted. "Looks like the rats you have there are fucking. Wait three or so weeks, you'll get a whole bunch of them."
You were used to his coldness since you'd worked closely with him for ages, but the tenseness in your boss's back was mildly alarming. Maybe he would actually kill you this time, you joked to yourself. He seemed on edge by your mention of his experiments, but curiosity really was eating away at you. "So what's your formula aiming to do? I'm not bad at endocrinology, and this seems harmless enough so I'm happy to participate."
"How would you know it has to do with hormones?" Wesker glared as he sat back down in his chair. "Separate those rats. Just wait for the gas toโ" Wesker sat straight up in alarm as you just opened the door, exposing yourself to lungfuls of his yet-imperfect serum. "Are you incapable of listening to directions?" He shouted, storming over to close the tank before anything too bad happened. Unfortunately for you, a sickly sweet smell invaded your nose while Wesker, who'd inhaled accidentally, tasted it in his mouth.
You felt your brain grow fuzzy and barely remembered to put the rats away before Wesker uttered a weak "fuck" and opened the tank yet again. "This," he murmured between breaths, "this is my gift to you. More to me. It's not finishedโfuck," he wheezed, staggering away. Did it affect him more than you? "I used my DNA as a placeholder until I could get yours. It's targeting me."
Wesker slumped down into his chair, shucking off his lab coat as a sheen of sweat broke out across his face. He panted and looked at the ceiling pathetically, his throat bobbing as he tried to swallow the saliva that had come up at the sight of you. "Come here. Come here, damnit!"
Your head in a trance, you hurried to his side and he enveloped you in a hug. "Don't you dare mention this after we're done," he hissed before burying his nose into your armpit and inhaling as deeply as he could. A keening whimper left his throat as your scent was all he could smell and taste and he moved his nose to your neck to smell there but then returned to your armpit where your musk was more potent.
"Wesker, whatโfuck, what is that we breathed in?" You asked, snaking your fingers in his hair and enjoying the whine that escaped him as you tugged like he'd dreamed you would.
Wesker pressed a feverish kiss to your shoulder, then the crook of your neck, then your neck, throat, and repeated on the other side. "It's for you. You need to feel how I feel, to understand... it's not ready, but you already were exposed, darling, we can't waste it," he rambled. "It was supposed to be simple. Something to boost dopamine and serotonin and oxytocin when we were working together. Stimulate your brain, make it think you loved me and soon you really would."
"Weskerโ" you tried to say, but he was too busy talking about his experiments to listen. "Weskerโ" you tried again, but he still couldn't process it. It wasn't until a sharp pull on his hair that he looked back up at you, his pupils blown wide and nearly overtaking his debauched orange irises. "Wesker. Shut up and let me fuck you."
Wesker stopped dead in his tracks, his lip trembling as he processed your words. Did you love him? No. But that serum, whatever it was, made you unbelievably horny and Wesker was undoubtedly a good-looking guy. He'd take it for now, you were sure, but you'd have to deal with his feelings for you sooner or later. You chose later.
Why did Wesker have lube in his desk? You weren't sure. But when he held a gun to your head demanding you finger him right there on the paperwork, with his legs over your shoulders and his tight hole right in plain sight, you couldn't resist. "Just two fingers. I want it to burn," Wesker groaned as he leaned back against the surface of the desk. His cock was an angry, twitching red and sticky with a mess of precum. He was sinfully pretty, but you resolved not to touch his dick until you were inside him, no matter how much that serum made you want to swallow him whole.
As your first finger swirled his entrance he choked out a gasp and his hips jutted forward. "Hurry!" He whined angrily as you took your sweet time in opening him up. His gun hand shook as you breached the rim, gasping once he felt a cold, lubed finger inside him. "There we go. Come on, halfway there, I want your cock," he babbled brainlessly.
When you didn't thrust the second in immediately afterwards, he growled and pressed the gun into your forehead. "Faster. I have things toโoh, fuck! Ha-ah, yes, thank you," he actually whimpered as you curled your finger right into his prostate.
"Still need to rush prep, or will you let me do this right?" You murmured in his ear while thrusting your finger, to which he moaned at the mixture of stimulation and your low timbre. "Put the gun down, Wesker. I'm fucking you either way, you don't need to threaten me."
Wesker nodded shakily, forgetting he had the gun in the first place, and leaned back while you slipped the second in, grinning sadistically as you watched a spurt of precum leak from his cock. Your head was buzzing with the lust that you were barely holding back just out of want to watch Wesker come undone. You sped up your fingers, hitting his prostate every time, until he was about to cum. Then, you abruptly removed your fingers and he growled.
"The hell are you doing?" He snapped as you drizzled lube your own cock. Once he realized what was happening, he propped himself up on his elbows to watch, grateful that he was superhuman and could flex without any resistance.
Once the head of your dick breached his hole, Wesker gripped his desk so hard he heard splinters. But you were slow, so painfully slow and he was already trying desperately to keep from orgasming. He tackled you, still spearing himself onto you, and landed you on the floor with your head cushioned carefully by his hand.
"Mmh, you're so much bigger thanโah!โthan I thought," he murmured as he sank down on you. He'd already marveled at its look, and you had to push him off to fuck him instead of let him try to suck you off for the next fifteen minutes, but now that it was inside him...
When he encountered resistance halfway down your cock, he let out a pathetic sob-slash-moan and weakly tried to get to the base, but you gripped his hips. "Come on, you have more than enough in. Get up so I canโ" you tried to say, then gasped as Wesker forced himself the rest of the way down. "Fuck, Wesker, you're so tight," you groaned as you helped him slowly develop a rhythm. He, however, ignored your help and began at a brutal pace, making the both of you arch and let out a string of moans and curses that mingled in the air. Damn his stupid superpowers.
"Ha-ahโchrist, Wesker, slow down! Does that even feel good?" You gasped as he threw his head back and let out a manic laugh.
"Shut upโoh, god, I've wanted you like this for so long, ngh, we've got to do this again," he babbled with an uncharacteristic grin splitting his face. A grunt escaped his throat every time he slammed back down onto your pelvis, which was every second to half a second, what with his increased agility.
You grew annoyed with Wesker's impatience and flipped him over, starting at the same brutal speed but targeting his sweet spot. As you pistoned harshly, all he could do was moan your name and scrabble at the floor. All you cared about was your own release, but you pushed down on his stomach to feel your cock scrape his walls. "Feel that?" You panted. If he didn't have enhanced healing, he'd sure as shit have been bruised in the morning.
"Wesker, gonna cum," you warned. As you began to pull out, he clenched tight around you and wrapped his legs around your waist, forcing you to cum deep inside him. At the feeling of being filled, Wesker screamed (though if anyone heard, he'd kill them) out your name and spurted a heavy load of cum on your chest, dripping and pooling at his own pelvis.
You felt your head clear after you came and slowly moved to lie on the floor next to Wesker, still nestled inside him. "I'll clean up in just a bit," you promised hoarsely, "give me a minute."
Wesker was more than happy to lie uselessly on the lab bed while you wiped down the scene. You thought you saw him stuffing your cum back into his dripping asshole, but you decided against calling him out. Soon, your mixed fluids from the floor were discarded in the trash and a warm wet towel dragged across Wesker's bare body. You gently dressed him as he murmured things you could hardly hear. "Wait, wasโwas I good?" He asked in a dazed voice.
You looked at him softly and noticed the aftereffects hit him hard; his hair gel had deteriorated completely, his eyes were low and adoring, and a weak frown stuck on his face. "Yeah. You were really good. Best I've had," you promised as you set his sunglasses and reading glasses beside him.
"Will you kiss me?" Wesker asked, avoiding eye contact. "Just once. You can pretend nothing happened tomorrow," he added. "IโI was doing the damn experiment so you would..."
You decided to kiss him; you're not sure why. He was your boss, he clearly had serious feelings for you, those feelings manifested negatively and obsessively, and you didn't reciprocate: all these were true. It was also true that he was hot, he was begging you so sweetly, and some part of you kinda liked the idea of stringing him along to see just how pathetic the proud head scientist could get in his affections before you decided to see where it could go.
Wesker let out a breathy, weak giggle into your mouth, grabbing your head to pull you closer. His smile could be felt, contagious through the kiss, yet when you pulled away, it faltered back into a bitter scowl.
Wesker pushed you away and stood up, brushing past you as he put his sunglasses on. Wesker swallowed before he spoke again, his voice colder than before. "You know, I really don't understand you. I'm a stellar sexual partner, I have wealth and power and strength you couldn't even dream of, and I'm set to start a new world order with me at its helm. Yet you still. won't. look at me. Metaphorically speaking," he mused aloud. "Clean yourself up and take the rest of the day off. Until further notice, you'll be serving as the lab rat for the..." he faltered as he couldn't think of what to call it.
"The love potion?" You guessed. Wesker shot a glare at your juvenile description but hummed out an affirmative. So your new job was to get hit with an aphrodisiac every day until someday it worked and you were chemically in love with Wesker. Oh, well. At least you weren't going to be doing grunt work. You could probably catch up on a book while you were at it.
"So, the sniffing from earlierโ"
"Don't."
"I'm not! But I can't help but wondering..."
"Stop. Now."
"Was that why my locker key was on your lanyard? That's where I put gym clothes."
I write on mobile on tumblr so I'm not sure how many words I'm at. Anyways watching Aether's cinematic RE playthroughs and it's all I can think about right now ๐
Apologies if the mood and stuff is all over the place, i don't care to put much into something when the target audience is like 5 ants and a single dude in iowa LMAO. Wesker's probably not too in character but hey yk i really don't give a damn
Hiya! May I please request some Wesker headcanons?
How would he react to a Reader that has no filter?
Reader is straightforward and doesn't take nonsense from anybody. Their sass is unmatched.
Wesker: 7 minutes, 7 minutes is all I can spare to play with you.
Reader: ...Not in that slutty ass outfit.
Following the 3SA timeline! Alternate snippets from S.T.A.R.S. and chapter 1 plus a little insight on each. I put a bit of a spin on it, I am super sorry if what I wrote wasn't what you intended.
Wesker thought you were annoying at first. He doesn't feel guilty when thinking back to it; he loves you for it now, but by god it pissed him off when you first joined S.T.A.R.S. You were blunt and argumentative, a walking HR violation, and you had a quip for everything.
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(WESKER walks into the S.T.A.R.S. BRIEFING ROOM, groggy and already scowling. WESKER watches the coffee pot boil, leaning on the counter with his backside facing out. READER approaches from behind, wolf whistling.)
READER: Damn, Captain! Are you trying to detain criminals or seduce them?
WESKER: (Scowling) Keep it up, and you'll be moving to Bravo team.
READER: Yeah, I'm sure. How'd you even get your pants on?
-
But once he got to know you, he found it endearing, if not sexy. He was a brat first, Captain of S.T.A.R.S. second. You knew just how to wrangle him into submission. You were also a good partner, fiercely loyal, and attractive in general.
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(WESKER and READER are speaking over radios.)
READER: Captain, have you found somewhere out of the line of fire? Sending reinforcements. Over.
WESKER: Yes, I've found a safe area. I'm near the east exit. Over.
READER: Copy. Good boy. Over and out.
WESKER: (Spluttering) You can't say that! There's other people on the line!
-
Of course, he wasn't sure what to do about the whole... leading S.T.A.R.S. into the mansion and betraying everyone. He'd try to sneak it into conversation, just to see if his far-fetched fantasy of you joining him and spearheading research together. Unfortunately, that doesn't happen, and he ends up leaving you after the mansion incident.
For years, it's radio silence from him. You recover from the betrayal, get right back into action, and work with the BSAA to stop the likes of him. Wesker, however, thought of you constantly. Your dry humor and quick wit was refreshing, and surrounded by yes-men and suckups he longs for someone to treat him sarcastically again.
When you reunite, he's (internally) ecstatic to see you, to get another chance to recruit you, and this time it surprisingly goes well.
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READER: Well... I did miss fucking you. And, let's be honest, your global saturation plan is kinda hard to beat. It's an uphill battle here.
WESKER: (Flushing, for the first time in years, though remaining blank-faced) Excellent.
READER: Do I get to become your coruler? That'd be pretty cool.
WESKER: (Smiling softly) ...we'll see.
-
Then, you and him would be like Good Cop, Bad Cop except for the fact you're both chaotic. The major difference is that you're funny, he's stuffy.
You do not get along with Irving, interestingly enough. He's got the kind of humor you find grating on your very soul. You don't get along much with Excella, mainly because she wanted your spot as Wesker's partner.
You never really fight with him. Your relationship is unique in that blunt nature makes you trustworthy, so when you say you're on his side he believes you. He doesn't give you the shock collar because he knows you're telling the truth, so not needing to train you skips the majority of conflict.
I actually wanted to draw some of my favourite wesker/reader fanfics but wasn't confident with how I drew him yet, so I practiced! I struggled a lot and these were the best one I did ๐ญ good challenge !!
smol comic about my headcanon of HUNK n Wesker ๐๐
i often play revelations 2 raid with my buddy and we have a smol headcanon about these two
i will never have enough time to draw a big comic about their story we created but here is a smol illustration with them on my fav raid map qwq
blood baths turn them on, okay? x)
i play rev 1 raid these days and i usually draw at 5-6 am so i forgot there are no โoozeโ in rev raid2 sooo you can see them on one of the pictures
also there are a lot of logical and anatomical mistakes so dont mind them please โ:)
