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[18+] Mostly Albert Wesker

[skelesass]

get you a bestie that makes you super human juice

[forthevillains]

Haven’t been here for a while WHAT ARE THESE UPDATES?? How’s everyone? Is someone alive on here? I’m really wondering rn

[portraitoftheoddity]

Sex stuff you probably won’t learn from fanfiction and/or porn:

Erotic fic and porn can be a lot of fun! But if you aren’t being provided with adequate sex ed through other channels (comprehensive sexual education, frank and open discussions with trusted adults, etc.), turning to fanfic and porn for your understanding of sex is gonna leave some major blindspots and may leave you with some unrealistic expectations. While there’s nothing wrong with these kinds of erotica, they are fictional and tend to leave out a lot of the more realistic, human parts of sex - they serve a great purpose, but that purpose isn’t primarily educational. The following is an incomplete list of some things you should probably know about sex that a lot of fic and porn tends to leave out:

It isn’t always super hot or super sweet. Sometimes it’s super silly. Or sometimes it’s sort of mundane and you’re both simply scratching an itch. That’s fine too. (Hell, sometimes you’re talking about comic books while boning and your partner is laughing that you’re getting REALLY ANGRY about spider-man while they’re going to town on you.)

You will probably not climax at the same moment. It’s a sweet idea, but extremely hard to coordinate, and if all your concentration is going into coming at the exact same moment, you’re probably not enjoying yourselves as much as you might. 

Sometimes bodies make weird, goofy noises. Squelching, slapping, air-escaping, un-sexy noises. It’s okay to laugh at this. 

Hell, it’s okay to laugh during sex in general.

Sometimes you fart. Sometimes you fart while someone is going down on you and it is embarrassing as hell. This isn’t the end of the world. Embarrassing body things happen. Heck, sometimes, with anal, there’s a little poo. You get over it.

Sometimes sex is… kinda bad? This doesn’t mean it’s assault, or something traumatic – sometimes it’s consensual but just kinda bleh and not what you hoped for. The best thing to do (if you’re talking about sex with a partner and not just a hook up who you can not call back) is talk to them about it. Figure out what went wrong, what you enjoy and what you don’t, and communicate what techniques you do and don’t like. Also don’t be afraid to stop someone in the middle of the sex act you’re not enjoying and offer guidance on how to help make it good for you too. (Side tip: masturbation makes great research into what you personally do and don’t enjoy sexually)

You won’t enjoy every sex act. Not every body is wired to find every thing pleasurable. You might find anal does nothing for you. You may find g-spot stimulation just makes you really anxious that you’re about to pee. You may not enjoy giving or receiving oral. You’re not broken if you don’t like something that every pornstar or smutty fanfic protagonist seems to have earth-shattering orgasms from. Everyone’s got nerve endings in a range of places – it’s quite literally, different strokes for different folks.

On that note, not all orgasms are earth-shattering. Sometimes it just feels warm and nice. That’s fine too. 

Sometimes, if you’re neutral on a sex act and your partner loves it, you can suck it up for them, and they’ll suck up something they’re not crazy about for your pleasure in return. But communicate preferences with each other! Know that when a partner does that thing you love that they don’t get much from, that it’s an act of care, and vice versa. 

Falling asleep in each other’s arms right after wild passionate sex seems really romantic, but dried and crusty fluids are gonna be a bitch in the morning. Also, after sex, you should both (regardless of your equipment) go pee to clear out the urethra of any gunk or bacteria to reduce risk of a UTI. 

Putting a towel down on the bed before sex means you don’t have to sleep on wet funky sheets. (it’s also verrrrrry useful for period sex if you or your partner menstruate.)

A lot of people don’t like dirty talk, or rough sex. Always ask first. (Fanfic on the whole does a better job than porn at showing communication, but a lot of it is still highly fictive on this point)

PROTECTION PROTECTION PROTECTION. Use condoms, dental dams, etc. not just to prevent pregnancy, but to reduce risk of STIs. (Yes, even couples with the same genitals who don’t need to worry about pregnancy).

Lube is great and very important, but random goopy things around you are not good lube. Random oils especially, since oil doesn’t flush out well and can trap bacteria inside the body – oil-based lubricant also degrades condoms. Use lube specifically designed for intimate purposes. Water-based and silicone-based lubes help sex feel really good!

Bigger isn’t necessarily better. A lot of people with vaginas don’t enjoy the feeling of being repeatedly punched in the cervix by a monster cock. Some people enjoy a larger size when being penetrated by an appendage or toy and some don’t.

Bodies are hairy. Genitals are hairy. You may get a pube stuck in your teeth at some point. If your partner is WAY fuzzier than porn ever led you to believe they’d be, well, that’s normal. 

Not everyone loves the taste of ejaculate. Sometimes it’s nasty (flavor tends to vary from person to person depending on their diet, but sometimes you just really don’t like it no matter what. Some of us hate the taste of peanut butter. People don’t always like things). It’s okay not to swallow, or to request a penis-having partner warn you so they don’t ejaculate in your mouth (in fact, it’s polite for them to do the latter). 

If you’re gonna have shower sex, get one of those rubbery mats for the shower floor that gives you traction, because otherwise it’s super embarrassing to call for an ambulance while dripping wet and naked because you slipped and accidentally broke something and your partner got a concussion while you were trying to bang in the shower. 

Moaning and screaming wildly during sex is fun but it will make the neighbors in the apartments adjacent to you hate you. Make choices accordingly. 

[marithlizard]

This is all excellent advice. I could throw in a couple more:

Keep reading

[mierac]

Good advice. Also:

Muscle cramps happen. If you’re in a weird position, your body may decide to object. Pillows for support can be wonderful things. 

Anyone who finds towels aren’t enough, they make waterproof pillowcases you can get for like $10. Fold a bath sheet in half, slide the pillowcase in between the layers. 

Related, there is no such thing as too much lube. (I wish fanfic writers would depict using lube more often, and I am looking at myself in the mirror on this one.)

[dirtythingsthatturnmeonposts]

An absolute must read, ladies and gents!

[victoriousflappage]

If sex is a newer thing to you or even if it’s not, please have a read of this! It’s pure gold!

This is also the reason I’m moving into Sex and Relationship Education (RSE) in the U.K. Education needs to be so much better regarding this area.

🖤

[pickyprincess-deactivated202012]

Wow. This was honestly so informative

[redbeardeddevil-deactivated2022]

Always reblog!

[asterekmess]

I don’t normally add onto stuff like this but Seriously.

Ten thousand thousand percent on the No Pain Required thing.

I cannot tell you how heartbreaking and frustrating it is reading in fanfic and porn and literally just normal young adult books that depict vague fade to black sex with virgins, and seeing the same shit over and over.

‘It’ll hurt at first but it’s worth it.’ ‘I can handle the pain, for you.’ ‘Slowly agony faded away into pleasure.’

Oh my god no. I had to explain to my best friend in high school (i was still a virgin i just spent too much time online) that sex wasn’t supposed to hurt and she was Blown Away.

Sex shouldnt hurt. There is a difference between slight discomfort as your body adjusts to something new, or even sharp sensations that are intense enough to make you pause, and Pain.

I remember reading a fic years ago and actually commenting bc i was so distressed they’d depicted the first time sex as ending in blood drops on the sheets, and how that was Super Normal. The response i got from the author broke my heart, bc apparently theyd based it on personal experience and every vagina having person they’d known had the same experience. And they were in fact very offended that i would even suggest sex shouldnt be like that.

Please no. It shouldnt hurt. You shouldnt bleed. The hymen is a muscle that shifts out of the way (if i remember correctly), not a tissue that is supposed to tear. If you are feeling pain when you dont wanna be, you need more lube. More time to get aroused. More stretching. You need a chance to relax your body. You may even need to see a doctor about vaginismus or something similar.

Hell, maybe your pentrative partner is genuinely a bit too big for you. Or maybe you ‘like the burn’, which is fine! But please be aware that if you are actively choosing to underprep because you want the pain there, then you are operating outside of the standard for average sex and this comment isnt for you.

I dont care if its the first time or the fiftieth time. Vaginal, anal, or oral. Penetrative or not. It is not Normal and Correct for any kind of sex to cause you pain.

[yaoiadderall]

gonna hop in bc i’m pedantic as hell and think hymens r interesting: the hymen is not a muscle, it is a membrane. however it does not need to be “torn” during penetrative sex!!! it does not cover the vaginal canal (except in rare cases, more on that later), it’s more a ring hugging the walls of the vaginal canal with an opening in the center. think similarly to a car cup holder that has those rubber tabs jutting into the center, like this:

except instead of tabs, it’s a continuous ring around an opening in the center. the hymen can range from thin and incredibly flexible to thicker and a bit more stiff, depending on the person. but with proper lubrication, relaxation, and stretching, it shouldn’t cause enormous amounts of pain or blood. a few drops of blood with minor, short-lived pain is probably nothing to worry about, as the hymen is pretty fragile and might tear a little bit when it’s first being stretched. this doesn’t happen to everyone, and it depends on what you’re doing and how you’re doing it, but it’s not necessarily a cause for concern.

however, intense pain or more blood than a couple drops is NOT normal. hymen injury can require surgical intervention in rare cases, and beyond that it’s just unnecessary. you do not have to endure pain to have sex, ever. also, pain and/or bleeding during vaginal intercourse can be a sign of other gynecological issues such as endometriosis. listen to your body, and if something that’s not supposed to hurt hurts, pay attention.

in a very small amount of people, the hymen is entirely absent. they just aren’t born with one. that’s cool too, it won’t cause any problems.

in very rare cases, the hymen has no opening at all and actually does cover the vaginal canal. in that case, it is most often noticed either shortly after birth or after puberty begins. during puberty, the main signs are menstruation not showing externally but cervical and pelvic pain being present. this is due to menstrual blood being unable to pass through the imperforate hymen. there are more symptoms, and having an imperforate hymen shares symptoms with other gynecological conditions, but that’s a very brief overview. imperforate hymens are treated via a surgical incision and SHOULD NOT be “broken” by penetrative sex.

another hymen variant is where the hymen has two or more openings, rather than one. it does not typically require medical intervention, it’s just how hymens develop occasionally.

basically: if your hymen is making sex painful, there is something else going on. whether you need more lube or more foreplay or a trip to the doctor, sex should not hurt unless you want it to. slight pain is normal sometimes because bodies are weird and things happen, but if it’s pain you don’t like that’s sticking around, do something differently and see how that goes. talk to your partner(s) and/or talk to your doctor. you deserve to feel good and enjoy yourself.

[maquisengineer86]

I know I’m not the best when it comes to writing intimate acts but this was actually really helpful and worth the read.

[magdalenejaneway]

Yeah, unfortunately, porn and fanfic IS how some folks learn about sex. Therefore, write is realistically, in all its awkwardness and need for communication. 😘

[portraitoftheoddity]

Ahhhh okay, there’s some stuff I think I was too gentle about in the original post that I think I need to clarify a bit because while the above sentiment is meant very kindly, I have a bit of a bone to pick with it–

My point in the original post was specifically NOT “this is what fanfic and porn should be doing instead” – just “this is what it’s more actually like, since those things aren’t about accurate sex.”

The fact that porn and fanfic are the only ways some people are learning about sex is a bad thing. The education system is failing those people. Parents are failing those people.

But it is not the job of fanfic or porn to teach people accurate and realistic sexual education instead.

If you wanna write realistic sex, hell yeah, by all means write realism! And if you wanna write ridiculous anatomically impossible kinky smut, rock your damn socks off! It is not the responsibility of authors and entertainers to take on the role of educators when creating things that are not meant to be educational. The point of most erotic content out there is to be titillating fantasy, and it’s meant to educate people about sex about as much as superhero movies are meant to educate them about physics.

Personally, I think the way we deal with people gathering unrealistic expectations about what sex is like isn’t to tell authors of smut that it has to be more realistic, but to set better cultural expectations that “hey, this stuff is fantasy, not a how-to guide.” And we do that with more of these kinds of open dialogue about sex and by petitioning for better actual sex education. :)

[forthevillains]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[forthevillains]

Okay so hear me out!

I’ve got a fanfic in mind that I’ve already started and I can’t stop thinking about it and might actually dig into it.

So basically imagine the worst Logan and a woman who’s been around for over 100 years, unable to age just like him, because the time can’t keep up with her, living in shadows her whole life, barely knowing her birth name as she’s gone through nearly everything he has, including war and cage fighting (👀I hate all the small girlies in fics, so yes, she’s muscular and yes, Wade would def ask her to flex her bicep and compare it to his). Fates intertwined by mutations that feel more like a curse than a gift, crossing paths throughout the life, but never doing as much as talking to each other for more than a few minutes, but thanks to Wade, both of them get outta their shitty universe and finally get to know one another.

Just imagine Blair, this energetic bomb of positivity who’s lost so much she can only hold onto optimism, using it to cope with all the shit going down, not really caring about any danger, just wanting her life to have some meaning again and have fun with new people (mostly Wade) who seem so accepting unlike everyone else she’s met. A woman who’s mutation is one of the most powerful ones, yet she can’t even use it properly since it only works when she’s asleep and she just had to have insomnia, so the only thing she gets out of it is that time doesn’t matter to her.

The slowburn, looking like enemies to lovers at first, when in reality we all know Logan’s weakness for women and he just lets his doubts and trauma get in the way, not knowing that the most of it, he actually shares with Blair.

The dynamic between the Wolverine who can barely sleep because of his nightmares, while whenever he’d wake up, Blair would sit next to him, ready to talk, because she’s just given up on sleeping at all. Even if she managed to sleep, her mutation makes her escape her body whenever she does so as this demon looking creature, like a soul leaving her real one. Logan getting flashbacks to Jean’s dual personality, afraid of having to kill this girl as well, only to realize that unlike Jean - Blair is still just Blair. No change in behavior, only appearance.

IM YAPPING I KNOW I KNOW BUT I KEEP THINKING ABT IT AND DEFINITELY GOTTA FINISH IT SOMEDAY

[forthevillains]

I’m still alive guys, just too tired and demotivated (but I’ll be back I promise)

[destinationtrekk]

i made a joke about Wesker having evil genetics just now but actually this is the opposite of the truth. he was stolen from his parents. he could have been a beautiful blond little boy playing at recess with his friends. he could have had a dinosaur birthday party.

he could have been a teacher's pet at school, or valedictorian. he could have had a sweet little college girlfriend and graduated summa cum laude and gone to europe with his friends on spring break

i really feel for this kid that never was. he didn't even know what he was missing out on until he learned Spencer made him up, made all of them from nothing. i wonder if he ever sat up at night trying to imagine what he couldve had, what his parents looked like, how they would have treated him.

im so emo for this idea idk

[forthevillains]

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[my friend suggested this idea and I couldn’t get it off my mind]

You’ve no idea how you ended up in a situation such as this. Whether it was your fault for suggesting that Logan deserved a treat for saving the world, or his, for being so goddamn attractive with that silly mask of his. That stupid thing that covered anything above his perfect mouth that you’ve loved to kiss so much. He never thought it could make someone as turned on as it made you, to say the least - he hated to dress up as a superhero. It felt humiliating, weird and on top of that, he’s never quite liked the attention that came with it. However that hatred seemed to be slowly slipping through his fingers as he’s found his place between your delicate thighs, eating your cunt as if it was the last thing he’d do in his miserable life. And also the best thing.

He groaned against your heat as he finally got to taste you again, diving in with nothing but need. Just the smell of your wetness was enough to overcome all his other senses when you told him about this ridiculous idea. When you mentioned that although he hated that mask, he was quite hot in it. Logan knew immediately why you mentioned that fucking thing, he saw the look on your face, how you pressed your thighs together. How could he say no to you? He’s gone far too long without sex, or any touch of the opposite gender at all. He’s become a starved animal and he hadn’t even known before laying his eyes upon you.

You lay on your back, all bare and completely vulnerable, dripping straight in his mouth as he devoured you, he himself wearing nothing but pants and the mask. Your hands were desperately trying to grab onto something, gripping the sheets only to hear him growl in frustration and move away only to bite down on your thigh, teeth sinking in your soft skin, drawing a pained gasp out of you, displeased with your poor choice. He didn’t want to hurt you, not at all and as a quiet apology, he planted a small kiss on the spot right after. It was meant as a reminder, he was basically urging you to do what made you come up with the idea. Fucking Wade… That’s what he had in mind knowing you’d never think about it if that fucker hadn’t infested your mind with such a thing. It was so obvious, yet the temptation was too strong to let such an opportunity slide.

You were in need of more stability, since this man has made you feel as if you were floating in the air even though he held you so tight you could barely move. What you were so embarrassed to do now seemed like the only option, so you grabbed onto the sides of his mask, pushing him deeper into you. You asked for it, you wanted him to keep it on, just this once, and it was the only decision he’d let you have in this moment.

The movements of his skillful tongue were enough to make you squirm in his hold as he abused you with the amount of pleasure he was delivering, both his arms hooked underneath your thighs so that you couldn’t escape him, and hell you knew you never wanted this to end. No matter how whiny you were, how overstimulated you felt without even cumming at all, how sensitive your body was to each and every one of his touches. The feeling of his warm mouth all over your cunt, part of his mask that was covering his nose pressing against your clit, over and over again with each motion he did, it was enough to make your vision go blurry, to make all your thoughts and worries go away. You couldn’t even keep your eyes open for long, only occasionally looking down at him to watch as he desperately attempted not to grind against the bed. Poor guy, you’ve got him so riled up he can barely control himself. And yet, he’s made it his mission to give you what you wanted, not just for you, but for himself as well.

Whenever you’d open your eyes, you’d be assured that he was staring back at you, even if you couldn’t see his own. There was something about it, not being able to see all of him, while he sees all of you. "This what you wanted, princess?” he questioned, only pulling away for a few seconds before sucking on your clit, making you throw your head back and turn the silent ‘yes’ into nothing more than a moan.

"Should’ve known you’d be a dirty girl.” You could feel him smile against you. He was enjoying this just as much as you were and definitely had a plan of doing it again after seeing just how much more flustered it made you. Your whimpers filled his ears and as your legs began shaking in his hold, he knew you were close. You looked so adorable like this, so beautiful and if only he could stay between your legs forever - he would.

One of his hands left its place only to sneak in between your legs as the other one wrapped around your waist, putting you in a position where you couldn’t do anything but cry out his name once his two thick fingers entered your hole. It was no secret that he was utterly obsessed with your reactions. The way your brows furrowed with each following thrust of his fingers into your throbbing core, dipping them deep in your sweetness while he was savoring all of it that he could. Starved, truly, that’s what he was.

"Lo… I-“ you choked back a moan as his fingers sped up and he teasingly placed a kiss upon your nub, before sucking it in, making your back arch. He loved it, loved making you feel like this, loved pleasing you, tasting you, knowing that he’s the only one who’ll ever do it.

"Come on, I’ve got you, sweet thing.” His voice sent shivers through your whole body, such simple words, but the impact they had on you… You couldn’t hold on any longer, the knot in your stomach was forming with the slightest of his movements and it was only matter of time, before your body would completely give in. You’ve come undone, whether it were the words of his that pushed you over the edge or his touch, you cared not.

He hasn’t stopped there, only pulling his face away, making you let go off the mask, to watch as you squirmed while his fingers pushed you even further into overstimulation. Tears formed in your eyes, you couldn’t take it. Though he knew you would. You were his good girl after all. You asked and he’s delivering.

Only when you finally came down from your high has he slowed his motions, working you through it, preparing for what’s about to come next. He’s far from done with you and you’ve soon realized that as well when his fingers left your aching core only so that he could unbuckle his belt.

You looked up at him, getting up on your elbows so that you could get a view of the beautiful man before you. "Isn’t Wade coming home in like ten minutes?” You asked, still breathless. You supposed that he wouldn’t be happy to find you two like this, in his bed.

"I couldn’t care less about that fucker right now.”

[your-fav-is-divorced]

Can I request Gru from Despicable Me divorcing Albert Wesker? Thanks!

You know what? I've gotten weirder asks.

Gru from Despicable Me and Albert Wesker from Resident Evil are Divorced!

[forthevillains]

I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU ANSWERED OMG— okokok THANKS, and sorry but if it's confusing, it's because English is not my first language.

I was thinking about Albert Wesker with Fem!Reader being a poor woman; from a negligent family, with a disastrous job and in general, a miserable life. He takes the same simple interest in her as he did in the later mother of his child (if we're talking about the canonical story of the game), but what if Fem!Reader rejects him? How would Albert react to a woman saying 'no' to him after he offers her financial security, sex and money?

I have a little theory that he would have sexist ideas about women like Fem!Reader, who aren't looking for something better for themselves—but the truth is that his ego was bruised, and eventually he is drawn to her even more strongly. Such is the intensity of his longing for this woman that Albert questions whether it would be right to continue, considering that he gets bored of people quickly.

In a nutshell? I'm thirsty for a pathetic and perverse Wesker, desperate to conquer and possess a woman who isn't the least bit interested in him. He would become more and more insistent, bordering on insanity and obsession for her.

Sorry, I got hooked watching Wesker's edits and that's how I got hooked lmao😔

Ok no I love this idea too much. I apologize beforehand if it feels a little rushed, but I hope you’ll still enjoy!

You were nothing but a disappointment to all of your surroundings. Since you were a child, you were abused, mostly mentally by both of your parents. You were unwanted, someone who wasn’t supposed to be alive at all. Growing up poor, with no friends or family to support you made you depend on no one but yourself and as the time went on, you ran away from your abusive parents to begin your own life with high hopes of money, partner and success. Your mind was filled with visions that were not only unreal for someone like you, but also difficult to achieve for a regular person.

It was no surprise you ended up on the streets, thrown out of the school where you purposely failed every single subject only to not see your terrible classmates ever again. It was a terrible sight, truly, even for passersby, but no one as much as stood up for you or gave you any sort of financial support. That was until another young woman acknowledged the only thing that you had - beauty. And so you ended up being a prostitute at just 16 years old.

You felt pathetic, especially the first few years in your newfound job that did you no good. It was a traumatic experience to say the least and you could barely afford the rent by yourself. You had to live with a few other girls to keep on surviving like that. No matter how hard you tried, how beautiful you looked, there was no one else to buy you except for the creeps and drug dealers that were desperate for a woman to warm their bed just for a night. You spent most of the time in other people’s places, in uncomfortable positions, hell once a guy even attempted to lock you in his basement.

You had to improve yourself, to learn how to stand up for yourself, to stay protected and with the help of the girls who were doing it for longer than you have - you managed it. You’ve become a confident woman, no matter how miserable you felt at times, no matter how disgusting a man that chose you was, you went with it. You became good at one thing finally, that being seducing men and stripping them off all their money.

It came to the point where you were able to choose your customers as more handsome men approached you, whether the age was appropriate, you cared not. What became important to you was their treatment. They had to respect you before and after the intercourse. That was your only requirement.

But little did you know as you were walking through the streets of the city, pretending to be someone you were not, you caught an eye of the devil himself. Not only were you too beautiful for a man’s eye to miss, but the way you acted, talked so highly as if you weren’t a literal whore to be sold… It made a certain man more than interested to find out just who the hell you are.

Wesker was curious about you, truly, yet he soon got to know the truth. He was quick to find out your true nature, that you’re just pretending. Something in him just wanted to test the waters around you, to just play with you a little.

He’s found his way to you, paying you for a night, for the entire night. You couldn’t say no to a man like him, so handsome, beautiful and yet mysterious. He caught your eye as well, just as he thought he would. Not only that, he proved to be more than just a good lover, bringing you pleasures you haven’t even dreamt of, especially when you were the one getting money for it. Wesker definitely made sure to shower you with attention that night, he did it purely for himself though, to satisfy his ego, to have you all over him the next day, to wrap you around his finger just like all the previous women in his life. It was nothing but a sport to him.

You’ve fallen asleep as the morning slowly approached and when you woke up, he was already dressed again, sitting on a chair he pulled beside the bed to watch you the entire time, observing, thinking… He’s grown to a conclusion that he could definitely get something more from you. He’d come up with an offer he was almost certain you couldn’t turn down.

"Good morning, dearheart,” his blue eyes bore into your sleepy ones when you opened them, the unexpected sound of his voice nearly making you jump. You blinked a few times, rubbing your eyes as you slowly sat up.

"Morning…” you mumbled and just tried to realize what really happened last night. It was tough after how much he exhausted you… It was unusual as barely any man you’ve been with managed to go for more than just two rounds. And that goes without even making you come at all. Wesker on the other hand… "You know you could’ve left, right?”

He gives you a small smile when you mention it. "I’m not that type of a guy.”

You chuckle at that. "You must be pretty rich then.” And then you get up, collecting all your clothes from the ground. Only when you go to pick up your bra that was laying by his feet, he catches you by the wrist, making you look at him.

"Aren’t you tired of doing this?” he questions.

"Doing what?” You answer with yet another question and forcefully rip your hand away from him, finally picking up the last piece of clothing.

"Selling yourself.”

You almost laugh out loud while you’re getting dressed, ignoring how his eyes keep slipping from your face to your body as it’s still not completely covered. "You haven’t paid me enough to answer personal questions.”

"Would you answer them if I offered you a better life, then?”

You raise an eyebrow in curiosity. "And that would be?”

He stands up finally, walking up to you, towering over you and only now do you realize how big he really is compared to you. Slightly scary even. He reaches out his hand to touch you, caressing one of your cheeks softly, then tracing your jaw only to grip your chin tightly when he reaches it. "You are quite a unique woman, I must admit. I’ve not laid my eyes upon a more beautiful one, to say the least. What would you say to an exchange of services, hm? You could easily earn a home, everything that you’d want or need and maybe if you’d be good enough, you’d earn a husband as well.”

Your eyes widen in shock. You just stare at him for a moment, trying to process what he’s just told you. And then it hits you. The urge to laugh, at him. So you do, pushing his hand away.

His expression changes to a confused one as you seem to make fun of him. And he doesn’t take it lightly.

"That’s definitely going to be a no,” you snort, not taking his offended look to heart.

"That wasn’t a joke.”

"I’m sorry, but you must be delusional to think I’d ruin my life further more for a man I barely know. You may be good looking, but that doesn’t make you special,” you finally calm down a little, but there’s still a smile tugging at your lips even though you try your best to suppress it.

"Ruin? I’m offering you help, you, a literal prostitute. What other opportunity do you think you’ll get?” He’s getting pretty pissed and it’s more than noticeable.

"I don’t need one. I’m rather going to continue selling my body than giving someone a soul to keep,” you finally get serious also. You turn on your heel, grabbing the money he left for you on the nightstand, planning to leave.

"You’re going to regret that! Enjoy your pitiful life as a hooker!” He shouts behind you, with no intention in stopping you. He’s shocked, pissed, even embarrassed slightly. How could you say no to him? How could you prefer a routine such as atrocious as yours over living with him? He didn’t get it. But he still let you go. For now.

Days passed, weeks even and you haven’t heard of him, to your surprise. Although he’s thought of you, repeating that dialogue in his head all over again every single day. He’s not special? Him? Do you really think you’re better than him? He couldn’t get it through his head. You weren’t better in anything, you were just a poor woman with no proper life or education. Wesker couldn’t get it off his mind, your rejection should’ve been a sign that he could move on with his life like nothing happened. He hasn’t spent that much on you anyway… But for some wicked reason, he couldn’t move on. A woman like you rejected him, how fucking embarrassing. He wouldn’t let this slide.

And he didn’t. Two months after that incident, you’d come back to your apartment on fire, getting to know all your friends that lived with you died inside and couldn’t be saved. That there was not a chance for them to make it out. You’ve lost your all. No one was able to tell how it happened, whether it was accident or not. Wesker took care of it. No one would know. He knew it’d break you even more, losing the little you had, knowing you’d cry so badly you’d lose yourself in the grief. You had nowhere to go, once again, no one to talk to… And he’d wait only a while till he’d be back with his offer, knowing you wouldn’t turn him down this time. The suspicion be damned, he didn’t care if you knew it was him. He wanted to stay true to his words and oh did you regret rejecting him the first time…

[forthevillains]

My love for Logan Howlett hit me like a truck once again and I fear it’s not gonna fade away anytime soon. Trying my best to finish the oneshots I have in drafts for my beloved Wesker simps before writing for him tho, I promise

[forthevillains]

Devil’s advocate

Murderer Albert Wesker X lawyer fem!reader

If you could go back to when you took the case - you would. You’ve barely gotten the degree to be a lawyer and your time was already about to be filled with work. You were great, you excelled in law, but after a few internship experiences you didn’t expect to be assigned your next client so quickly. It was unusual for someone so young be asked for something like that, not even talking about the amount of money your future client was about to pay.

You took the job almost immediately, glad you’ve caught someone’s eye, but only when you got to know what the case was, you realized how terrible your mistake was. You were to defend a man accused of a murder. Not only that, they also forgot to mention that all the lawyers he’s hired so far have given up. That’s probably why you were asked to do it and why they didn’t provide you with much information at first - so that you didn’t have a choice anymore.

No matter how much you tried to calm yourself down, the fact that you were to meet potential murderer almost gave you a heart attack. You were only an advocate to husbands and wives who either wanted a divorce or stood against it. Once there was a case where it was a thief you were to defend, but nothing as serious as this.

You walked your way through the hallway of the prison, ready to meet with your client for the very first time. Your hands were shaky, legs barely listening to you as you wanted nothing more than to run away, but you couldn’t. You were already here, you agreed to the job. You had to do this. What’s the worst scenario? You lose the case and he goes to jail, which would be well deserved if he was the murderer after all, right?

You were led all the way to the back by the guards where a chair has been waiting for you, only glass separating you from the man and you held your breath for a moment not to let out a gasp as you lay your eyes on him. He was nothing like you expected him to be. Your eyes were locked on his blue ones for a moment before they began scanning his face, his beautiful face. He couldn’t be older than 50, though it was obvious he wasn’t the youngest either. His blonde hair was slicked back, or at least attempted to as a few strands fell in his face. He had sharp features and his look gave away no emotion, absolutely none. He just stared at you, analyzing you.

"There you have him. Albert Wesker, what a son of a bitch.” As the guard spoke, you raised an eyebrow. It sounded as if he mocked you for even being there. "You’re free to ask him questions that you need, but I doubt he’ll cooperate.” And with that, both of the guards left you there with Wesker. With the mysterious man who looked as if no scientist in the world could study enough. He felt like someone unreal to you, too beautiful to even commit a crime as such he was accused of.

As you sat down you could still feel his eyes lingering on you, making you feel cornered even though you were the one that could always flee, unlike him.

"So, mr. Wesker, I am Y/N,” you introduced yourself and gave him a smile to ease up the tension. "I know probably everyone has said this to you, but trust me - I’m here to actually help you as much as I can. And I’ll do everything in my power to do so.” No, not everyone has said this to him. In fact, you were the first one and he took a mental note of that, yet remained silent. No matter how much he wanted to respond to you, he fought that urge.

You waited a second to see if he had anything to say, but as he just continues to burn you with his gaze, you gave up and continued. "So uhm.” You grew nervous. "I’ve been informed that the murder has supposedly happened at the victim’s household where your knife has been found right next to the body. Can you tell me more to that?”

Wesker’s eyes lit up at your question, but still - he refused to talk. It’s not like he was scared to do so, or that he wasn’t in the mood to talk, no. He liked to mess with people who came there. It was much more enjoyable to watch them struggle with silence rather than the truth or his believable lies. And seeing such a pretty little lamb like you be caught in his trap - he couldn’t let such an opportunity go to waste.

You waited again, expecting at least the slightest of answers, even if just a single word, but nothing came. Your frustration grew and the pen you’ve been holding in your hand to write down important notes seemed like your best friend in the world as you kept rolling it between your fingers to ease up the tension you felt. And he was watching that. Wesker watched every single movement you made as if he was watching his prey.

"Okay fine,” you said after a while of silence and that made him shot up his eyes back to yours. It felt as if he was piercing right through you again. You knew you’d be seeing his eyes in your dreams, or rather nightmares tonight if he didn’t stop doing it. "That was probably too much for a start,” you sighed. "We should probably get to know each other a bit more so that you could trust me at least enough to talk.” He didn’t need to trust you to speak up, but he enjoyed watching your cheeks flushed in embarrassment as you attempted to make him talk. He found it quite adorable.

"If you don’t want to say anything about yourself in return - it’s alright. But well… If you don’t like lawyers, it’ll perhaps calm you down a bit that I’m technically not the stereotype yet, because I’ve not acquired the ability to be that good of a liar for now, nor do I care about the paycheck more than my client’s comfort,” you chuckled at your own joke and even though you didn’t notice, the edges of his lips twitched upwards at that moment. You couldn’t even notice because he immediately went back to acting emotionless. But you were right - he hated lawyers. "Just two years ago I was still just a student and now I’m trying luck with what I’ve been told I’m good at. I live uhm… alone, with just a cat and a dog that are the closest to family I have. I also love to read, all sorts of books, actually, I might even bring you some if you’re a reader as well. Oh and my favorite color’s red." As you spoke, he watched you with admiration. Wesker was too surprised as who the hell sent him such an angel. You were by far the weirdest and sweetest lawyer that he’s ever met. Offering him your stuff only so that he wouldn’t die of boredom?

When you looked at him again, you expected at least a response to that, even if just a nod of his head. But as much as you got your hopes high, nothing happened once again. "Right… It’s okay, it’s okay.” You muttered, rather to yourself than him as you weren’t sure if he was listening at all. Though he was. He heard you loud and clear, his interest in you growing each second. "Now, can you at least tell me an alibi as to why you weren’t in the house of the victim? It would really help me, having something to work with.” It was clear the hope was slowly becoming nothing but a mist that’d soon turn into nothing.

Again. It was no use. Again and again, as you asked, he kept quiet. And you grew so impatient that you just got up and threw your notebook at the chair behind you with a loud smack. "Alright, I tried in here and obviously, you do not care, so I hope you have a good time in jail because I have nothing to defend you with.” You said, trying to sound rude, yet even then you couldn’t leave out wishing him good stay, not a bit of irony in your voice. You truly meant it. But as you were to leave - you finally heard his voice. And it felt so unreal you thought you were dreaming.

"I’m looking forward to it, dearheart.”

It sounded so good to you and you hated it. "Oh so now you talk?” You turned back to him and got close to the glass, placing your hands upon the desk before you so that you could lean even closer towards it. "Are you doing this for sport or what?”

Wesker only smiled, his eyes sliding lower, to your cleavage area before looking back up into your eyes. You gave him the perfect view as he was sitting before you and you were leaning forward. "Though I gotta admit you’d really look good in red.” Now you were done with him. That was the last straw. You shook your head, you couldn’t believe it. You got your things and left immediately. Little did you know that it was indeed just a sport to him. He was rich enough for the government to overlook his crimes, he was powerful enough to protect himself, he was smart enough to cover up any murder he’d commit. He didn’t need you, but the way he lived was quite tiring so he’s decided to have a little fun for once.

Something similar happened the second time you came to visit him, to gather more information to work with. It was useless, this man was inscrutable. Not only was he paying for your services more than he should, but he also made you feel desperate at how hard he was making it for you. He spoke a little more this time, but it was nothing even slightly connected to the case. What an asshole… All his questions considered only you, he did not let you know a thing about himself. You wanted to quit so badly. Only being in Wesker’s presence was unbearable as he kept giving you looks, basically stripping you off everything you had, including your sanity.

And even as your worries grew, the day of the trial has come. It had to one day, but you felt as if it wasn’t enough time for you. You had no idea what to do at all, sure you’ve read all the files containing as much information as other people gathered, but you still wanted to hear your client’s opinion, you wanted his voice included in yours as you spoke, you wanted to do him justice - whether that be losing or winning the case.

When you found your seat next to your terribly annoying client, you couldn’t help but look away dramatically. That made him chuckle.

"Nervous, dearheart?” Oh how you just wanted to slap him, no matter the tingles that spread in your stomach every time he spoke. His voice was deep, raspy, basically being the only indication of his age. But did you love hearing it. If only the words that kept coming out of his mouth were different…

"Not that I’m the one who should be,” you snapped at him. But deep down you knew he was getting to you. His words were like stabs to your back and you knew they’d lead to your failure.

Still. You tried your best during the trial. Though, it was difficult, having that man seated right behind you as you stood in front of the judge, feeling his piercing gaze on you even with your back turned to him. Wesker couldn’t have been more entertained. Whenever you turned to him to see his reaction to your words, it was all the same. The cold look of his eyes, corners of his lips twitching upwards with each word that left your mouth, knowing full well he’s guilty, knowing that you’re doing your best to cover up what he’s done. It was a funny game to him. Nothing but a game where he couldn’t lose whether you succeeded or not.

Halfway through, you seemed to have lost it all. You ran out of information, unable to argue, yet you still tried. Until finally, you were interrupted by the judge himself and you had to stop. The verdict was obvious. Albert Wesker wouldn’t be going home today.

And even though you should’ve enjoyed the bastard’s imprisonment, you felt bad about yourself. It was selfish, yes, but the loss meant no good for your career.

Your fists clenched at each side as you were sitting beside your beyond irresistible client.

"You did a good job considering you’re inexperienced,” he whispered towards you.

"Enjoy your jail time,” you proceeded to say through gritted teeth which only earned you a satisfied chuckle from him.

"Don’t worry about me, dearheart. We will meet again soon enough and maybe then you’ll reconsider your attitude.” The way he said those words so calmly made you shiver with unease. You had no idea that it was no threat, he just had informed you of his plans. A little sneak peak of what’s in store for you and you have no other way than to buy it.

The murderer truly came for you, just a few days later he stood outside your apartment, freed of all the restraints, waiting to finally get to know you on a deeper level and make you enjoy every single bit of his company that you’d be granted. You couldn’t say no, he’d make sure of it….

[forthevillains]

Hello! First of all, how are you?

And well, I wanted to know if you're open to receiving requests, or anything like that. I've seen people do it that way here on Tumblr (?

I’m doing good tysm for asking! And yes I do requests, although I haven’t mentioned it anywhere before. However I only write them when it’s a good idea and I’m able to work it out, since I’m trying to work on not only oneshots, but also my own ideas for books + running an editing account so it sometimes takes me longer to get to it. But you’re completely free to request anything that comes to your mind! The only preference of mine is to write female reader because I’m not really comfortable writing mlm stuff. I’ve been on tumblr only for a while so I still feel kind of new to the requesting and stuff like that so I didn’t get the balls to make a proper introduction with all the characters I’m willing to write for and what I’m comfy and uncomfy with. I have to apologize for that

[writeshite]

Jorah is daddy.

Amen

[forthevillains]

Hello, hope you're doing alright. I've kind of been stuck here, re reading the arranged marriage fic.

Kind of hoping if there'd be another one? 🥲

There sure will be! I’m so sorry for not posting as frequently but a few bad things happened and I didn’t really have time to write, but I’ll make sure to get back to it asap so don’t worry<3 also I really appreciate your support so thank you so much for that!

[forthevillains]

Arranged marriage

Albert Wesker X fem! Reader

also if you’d like a second part with NSFW let me know;)

Wesker could never imagine himself being in a classic relationship, where he’d fall in love and take his time with the person. No he had too much to do, so much work he didn’t even have time to meet new people and make an effort to make a woman fall in love with him. Yet as he worked on the virus and nearly all the test subjects he’s injected so far died within first hours, a thought crossed his mind. His own body accepted it, meaning that someone with the same blood, with the same strong mind could do the same. And so he’s decided to find a wife, hell to even pay for her, he didn’t give two shits about it. He needed someone worthy of carrying his children that were to be the key to the future. That wicked thought of his soon came to reality, he’s found a beautiful young, intelligent wife whose father was willing to give her up for the money. It was the biggest mistake he’s made though, forcing someone as determined as you into the marriage.

You hated Wesker, so badly, most of the time you two were yelling at each other and Albert held himself as good as he could to not strangle you. It was a living hell, especially for people who have worked for him, having to witness you two fighting like small children.

You knew what you wanted and that was freedom. You’ve fought for it the best you could, not letting Wesker touch you at all, throwing one insult after another and as much as it seemed like the best way to make his visions come true, he restrained himself from touching you without your consent. He hated how morals got the best of him now, when he needed it the least, but whether he liked it or not, he knew that he’d go against himself if he ever did that. He was the one wanted by women, he never had to force himself onto one and he sure wouldn’t do it now.

He changed his tactics though. Letting you sleep in your own room, without him anywhere near you. Except for the cameras planted in a corner of every single room. He liked to have things under control and he couldn’t trust you just yet.

This lasted a year or two. No progress from your side, however Albert? He got so used to watching you do the basic things, to hear you complain about how much of a pain in the ass he is, how you disliked Excella for the mere reason that she kept annoying you with how much she’d like to be in your place. He was growing so used to you that he actually began to fall in love with you. Slowly, but deeply. No matter how bad of a relationship the two of you had, whenever he spied on you and saw you so careless, smiling at the peace you’ve finally achieved - he grew addicted to that. He wanted to watch you more often, but the goals he set for himself didn’t allow him to do that as often as he’d like. You’ve got the poor man wrapped around your finger and you didn’t even know.

Not only that, you’ve actually done much more, only to disobey, only to possibly hurt him. You still remembered how you sneaked out of your parents’ house when you were a teenager. So you did it again. And realizing that Wesker didn’t talk to you about it the next day - you knew you could do it again. He either didn’t care or didn’t see you, but both were to your advantage.

It’s no surprise that you settled with cheating on your husband. He was distant enough that you just wanted attention from elsewhere. You were bored, lonely, with no one to talk to, nothing to do, as Wesker was always working and you weren’t allowed to talk to anyone else. It also felt quite refreshing to get out of the imaginary handcuffs he put you in, even if it was for a mere hour. Surprisingly, he didn’t find out for the first few weeks. You could enjoy affection and sex and he didn’t know a thing.

Wesker noticed the difference in your behavior and was pleased by your sudden obedience, glad that you finally realized what’s truly best for you. If only he’d known… He felt like that was the time for him to move your relationship further, to finally act like husband and wife and so he began buying you small gifts, spending more time with you in mere attempts to form a bond. You went along, but still - you wouldn’t let him touch you at all.

He would find out eventually though. And god was he pissed to get to know such a thing. His blood was boiling and for a slight moment he considered killing you. How dare you do that to him? And only when he started to care about you!

The man you’ve been seeing is found dead soon. No regrets from Wesker’s side.

You’re getting furious though.

"I could never love you! Get that through your head, old man!” You shouted at him and for the first time since he married you, Wesker froze in place. Have you just called him old? Have you just admitted that he’s unlovable? He doesn’t get it. He really doesn’t, but he’s done playing nice.

He makes your life a living hell afterwards, having you by his side all the time, not even letting you shower alone, let alone go to toilet. He’s always with you, no matter what you do and even when he has work to get done - you’re there assisting him. He doesn’t care how bored you are, you’re gonna be there with him.

If you try to run away again, he might as well put a collar on you to put you in your place (don’t make him do that.)

You’re forced to get used to your new life. You’re forced to be with him, forced to love him. And once you fall, there’s no coming back. He’s going to push you, he’s going to make you fall, because that’s what he’s wanted since the very beginning.

[forthevillains]

Wesker: I'm going to breed my wife

A few weeks later:

"Albert, I'm pregnant!"

Cue Wesker losing his mind in the most excited way possible trying to figure out how to provide for his wife and baby the best that he can

Oh definitely, seeing him so excited and stressed at the same time would be so cute. He’d try his best to act calm but deep down is definitely freaking out. Poor guy hasn’t been in love with even just one person before let alone two at once:(

When he’d hear the news, he wouldn’t believe it at first, though after coming to his senses and realizing that it’s really true, he’s both excited and scared at the same time. He’s never had a family of his own, he hasn’t grown up in one. But he’s willing to try his best if you want to keep the child. You’d often find him walking around the room anxiously as it’s an interruption to his plans, but one that he’ll gladly let be as it means a lot to him.

Wesker would especially make sure you’re taken care of. Any cravings? You got it. Cuddles? You got it. You can’t shower on your own? He’ll help. Your belly feels heavy? He’s going to gently lift it for you, gently embracing you from behind while doing so.

His god complex would get the best of him as he’d be more motivated to make the better world for his precious wife and a child, where his family would be on top and untouchable by any of his enemies. Would def win the dad of the year