Warnings: Violence, Dub Con, Tentacles, Rough Sex
Pairing: The Mastermind (Wesker - DBD) x Reader
Summary: I’m actually obsessed with your dbd headcannons with the fan!reader and the camera🤭
Would you maybe be open to writing more of them? I don’t know which characters you write for, but I would like to request one character to be Wesker if possible. Thanks anyway :)
Notes: I am taking great liberties with how uroboros works & Wesker's personality, so I hope this is good.
Word Count: 582
MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI - THIS BLOG IS 18+
A continuation (of sorts) of [this] post. Essentially, the reader has been in the fog for several months now and has taken an interest in one of the killers. The reader uses their camera that the entity helpfully provided them to take pictures of their favourite killer.
He had noticed you following him early on
Taking his photos, writing down notes, muttering observations to yourself
And he was... flattered, pleased that a pathetic mortal creature such as yourself was able to recognise his superiority
So he allows you to continue without letting you know he knows, watching as you flit about, forgoing the trials, just watching him
You grow bolder, getting closer and closer to get your photos
Until one trial you get too close, and he grabs you
You feel the infection enter your body, like little worms squirming under your skin, you clawed at his hand trying to break free
"let's see how you handle the infection, are you like those other pathetic survivors? Or will you accept the infection and become more."
Tosses you away, you quickly grab your camera and run off
The rest of the trial you try your best to avoid him, but it's difficult it's like he knows exactly where you are, like the infection calls to him
He catches you again, hoisting you up
Your body feels warm, and the infection slithers under your skin
He touches you with his infected hand again, the tentacles slithering over your overheated and sensitive skin
You moan as his brushes against your nipples, them hardening quickly at the attention
"interesting," he grins up at you, "normally the infection would kill one of you survivors, but it's just turning you into a wanton mess"
You moan louder as his tentacled hand moves lower, pressing against your core through your clothes, you can feel the tentacles undulate against you, nearly drawing you to the cusp of an orgasm
"please," you weren't sure what you were begging for, you just knew you needed more.
"hmm, I guess I could indulge you a bit."
He drops you to the ground, quickly pushing you onto your back and shredding your pants off
"though 7 minutes is all I can spare to play with you, so let's make this quick"
A tentacle quickly worms its way into your core, thrusting in an imitation of what you hope his cock is about to do to you
When it withdraws without granting you an orgasm you whine, earning a chuckle from the man above you
"so wet, so willing, so needy"
You hear his belt buckle jingle as he quickly frees his cock
"brace yourself, this won't be gentle"
With that he plunged into you with no mercy, immediately filling you and setting a brutal pace
"oh god, fuck," your moans are loud, louder than they should be given where you are, but you can't find it in you to care when he's hitting all the right spots inside you
He's nearly silent above you as he takes you roughly, just the sound of his heavy breathing and he drags you closer and closer to orgasm
His adjusts his angle and you're seeing stars as he hits the perfect spot, battering it over and over, forcing you over the edge
You clench around him as you come, screaming his name as you do.
His thrusts begin to falter and he finally reaches completion, spilling his seed inside you.
He pulls out, quickly doing up his pants and walking away.
"that took 9 minutes, we'll have to see how quick we can be next time," he calls out to you as he walks away, "don't worry though, I've already figured out how your body works, we'll see how much you come next time."
I'm bored and cannot sleep. Also currently binge playing DBD for the event! It's fun ^^
Others were not included because:
I had no ideas for them, or
I didn't think they'd fit the CG role
This may change in the future! When that happens, I'll make a post with them in it.
I tried my best to think of ideas for everyone ^^'
I've already made HC's for the Mastermind, but I love writing for him, so here's some extras (❁´◡`❁)
Because there are many characters included, there might not be as many HC's. My apologies! I hope you enjoy regardless. Let me know if you'd like more headcanons of a specific character!
CW: These characters are from a horror game, so there will be horror elements such as gore, blood, death and otherwise. Read with caution. I've kept deaths and mentions of gore vague.
🩸 The Huntress would be a doting and protective caregiver, albeit you would likely die if in a younger headspace. She often forgets that you need food and water.
🩸 She does not like it when you go outside, as she fears enemy soldiers spotting you. You only go out when she's watching.
🩸 You'll likely be alone a lot of the time, as she spends her time hunting.
🩸 Trials are easy when she's around, because she does not go for you. Her humming does make you sleepy, though.
🩸 She doesn't let you go near her hatchets. She understands that they're dangerous.
🩸 She is incredibly tall. Intimidatingly so. Her strength could rival that of a grizzly. Holding you is the easiest thing she's ever done.
🩸 The winters are tough and fatal to the most ignorant fools. You are often kept inside and placed in front of the fireplace as she cuts into game she caught.
🩸 She crafts you a mask, much like her mother did for her in her youth.
🩸 She cannot read books, but will hold you in her lap as you read. You can read for her, if you'd like.
🩸 She acts a lot like an animal more than a human woman. She's possessive and will guard you with her life.
🩸 Her hex perk makes you mess up a lot of the time, and if your teammates get mad at you for it, Huntress will hunt them down and lead you to her hex. She'll pat your head as you cleanse it. <3
🔪 The Legion would understand regression to some extent; Susie would think it was cute, Joey and Julie would think it's cool and support you, and Frank would not care as long as you're happy. He'll treat it like it's normal. [He does question you about it, though.]
Since Julie and Frank are canonically together, they're more like your parents whereas Susie and Joey are your cool aunt and uncle.
🔪 They are fiercely protective of you, Frank especially. He becomes mouthy and will threaten someone if they make you feel unsafe.
🔪 Susie brought many cutesy things to the fog, and she will give them to you. They don't suit her all that well anymore, and she loves to spoil you. She'll also paint your nails if you ask.
🔪 Frank will put you on his lap as he sharpens his knife, and Julie will chastise him about having a weapon so close to you. He'll roll his eyes and say an "okay, mom". He will also let you play with his jackets as you sit on his lap, because the zippers are fun to toy with.
🔪 Frank isn't too affectionate like the others, so a hug is the best you'll get sometimes. Bedtime is usually the time when he's the most gushy. He'll hug you and Julie to him. You are in the middle of them 90% of the time. Julie and Susie tend to be the more affectionate types of the group. Joey's into fist bumps and side hugs.
🔪 They try not to hook you in trials, or hurt you in general, but The Entity can be really bloodthirsty. Julie and Susie will immediately become apologetic after hooking you, whereas Joey and Frank keep that side hidden until afterwards.
🔪 They give you a mask to customize. If you need help, they'd be happy to assist you! Joey and Susie will help you with design ideas, Julie will encourage you and help you with drawing some things, and Frank will supply the customized blood marks. [The blood's fake, though. To Frank's dismay.]
🎭 The Ghostface is definitely a more playful kind of caregiver, but he will defend you with his life and slash anyone who makes you feel unsafe. He's fatal...and a total clown. [Not like Jeffery, though.]
🎭 Danny loves to joke around and make you laugh. He'll eagerly kneel up and down just to make you giggle. Albeit other survivors question what he's doing and will give him weird looks. He'll then sacrifice them all and continued to kneel up and down as he leads you to the hatch.
🎭 You never see him without his mask on. He'll wink at you [you can feel it] and say his identity is a secret. He'll show you his driver's license, though.
🎭 Definitely calls himself "daddy" and will refer to himself with that title, even with other people. In a trial he could be in the middle of using a mori, and after taking his iconic picture, he'll get up and happily exclaim that "daddy is needed elsewhere". "Elsewhere" is with you.
Have you ever been killed by someone who calls themselves "daddy"? It makes the survivors embarrassed. And he finds that hilarious.
🎭 Entity is more lenient with him, seeing as he always delivers. So more often than not, you're untouched in trials with him. Instead, he'll sacrifice everyone first, then have fun with you.
Oftentimes he encourages you to hit him with pallets. He'll exaggerate his sighs and scream "OUCH" after every hit just to make you laugh.
🎭 After every trial he'll sit you on his lap as he lays against a tree, scanning through the pictures on his camera. He'll listen to you as you ramble and occasionally say a "wow, doll" or "that's great, baby" to show that his ears are working. Especially works when you're in a younger headspace and you babble.
🎭 He has many other masks that he wears. He loves to wear the "wassup" one.
🎭 If you're ever wanting a doll or a stuffed animal, he will sneakily rip one off of Huntress' outfit. Don't play with it around her, though...
🎭 He's affectionate in a playful way. His love language includes hugging you off of the ground and letting you play games with him.
👹 The Oni is a gentle giant when not enraged or in a trial. He will happily pick you up and hold you close. As scary as he looks, he can be quite affectionate.
👹 He loves to preen himself, and he will do the same to you. He brushes his hair all the time, and will help you manage yours.
👹 The survivors won't say anything, but they find it somewhat impressive how you made a demon become so...tame?
👹 He tries not to injure you during trials, but sometimes, it becomes inevitable. He does ask that you hide during his rages, though.
👹 He enjoys sharing his culture with you, and does so often when not in trials.
👹 Spirit becomes a sisterly type to you. Oni is her ancestor after all.
👹 He misses his young son, and therefore, finds comfort in caring for you. He's quite doting.
👹 He believes in manners and respect.
👹 His breaths are calming to you, so you often fall asleep when cuddling with him.
👹 He's tall and muscular. He can carry you and pick you up regardless of your weight and height.
🎤 The Trickster is pompous and doting. He believes that you deserve the best and nothing BUT the best. The best food, the best cosmetics...he WILL make sure The Entity gives you what you deserve.
🎤 He loves to show off his knives, but will make sure that you're careful with them. They're sharp and kind of slippery.
"Be careful, jagiya..."
🎤 He enjoys telling you about his childhood and how he became enamoured with the idol lifestyle. He will happily show off his dance moves for you!
🎤 In terms of dancing, he'll teach you how to dance and the moves, depending on how little you feel. If you're in an older headspace he'll attempt a more advanced routine, but if you're itty bitty, he'll take your hands and do something simple.
🎤 He loves to sing! And will encourage you to do so, too! He does NOT care if you sound horrible, and if you do, he won't tell you. He finds you precious!
He does, however, force the survivors and other killers to compliment your voice.
🎤 Yun-Jin pities you, as dealing with Ji-Woon is not easy, but he threatens her to stay out of it.
🎤 You question if his eye colour is real, and he'll wink and say it's a secret. [It isn't, they're just contact lenses.]
🎤 He lets you wear his jacket, albeit you don't want to. It's bloody. But for some reason, it has a very faint scent of detergent...it's comforting, if you can ignore the scent of blood.
🎤 Much like Ghostface, the Entity is lenient with him, seeing as Trickster loves what he does, and he always pleases her. Trials against him are easy.
🎤 During trials, he loves to find people in lockers, and you are no exception! But instead of slamming his bat beside you and scaring the hell out of you, he goes "peek-a-boo" and picks you up. He'll let you wriggle off before sacrificing the other survivors.
🎤 He loves kisses. He sometimes wears lipstick when wearing other cosmetics, and he'll leave stains on your face. If Yun-Jin tries to clean your face, he glares at her.
🎤 He loves to wink at you. Obviously!
🕶️ The Mastermind, much like The Trickster, is pompous and believes he is superior. And because you're under his wing, he too believes you deserve the best.
🕶️ He's disgusted with pretty much everybody. Killer, survivor. Whatever. He becomes annoyed if you're in a trial with Chris, Jill or Claire. [Leon, too. Despite never meeting him, he has a feeling that he wouldn't be too fond of Leon, either.]
🕶️ Speaking of Chris and the others, if they heal you during a trial, you can expect Wesker to basically preen you afterwards. Maybe even "bathe" you. He doesn't want you being touched by them. Ugh.
This especially applies to trials with Nemesis. If you come out coated in blue stuff...he'll make a disgusted expression, but clean you up.
🕶️ He always has spare sunglasses in his jacket. You have no idea how much pairs are in there, but he only winks at you. His jacket is...wonderous.
🕶️ Seven minutes is all he can spare to play with you...until he has to go back to killing survivors. Playtime is over. He'll be right back, darling.
🕶️ You get lost VERY easily on the RPD maps, so he has to guide you. He'll plant you in the entryway and demand you stay there. You do...for 5 minutes. The lion statue upstairs was just too pretty to ignore, dammit.
🕶️ He doesn't care for the Entity or anybody else. He will do whatever he pleases. Entity would do something if he just wasn't so good at his job.
🕶️ He would infect you with Ouroboros...if it wouldn't cease to exist after every trial of yours. His eye twitches after every single attempt.
Thinking of Ace, Ash, Chris, Wesker and Anna with a s/o survivor with the HEAVIEST plot armor possible, as if they're from looney tunes. They are just so lucky trials get straight up comedic instead of scary — killers trip over their legs somehow, bang their heads on the trees, miss the easiest shots possible etc etc, and reader is just standing over there like "😄"
Mayhaps they could just go around helping people, since there's barely anything to do apart from that !!
🦞 eatwell
Ace Visconti:
Ace seems to love having another person around that has the same amount of dumb, “unlucky” luck that he has, too. Finally, someone who can relate to falling face-first in a patch of bushes after jumping out of a window, which really hurts, but will get the killer off of you. Though, your kind of luck usually ends with stuff like that happening to someone else instead of yourself…but he has seen you take a few tumbles down the basement stairs, and is always amazed when you’re perfectly fine afterwards. He somehow tends to be on the receiving end of your luck, he’s been tripped over and run over by the killer quite a few times while they’ve been carrying you, making them immediately drop you. But even with luck like this, he loves spending trials with you, because you make every single one fun.
Ashley J. Williams:
Honestly, Ash loves having someone like you around in the fog. Even though anyone around you tends to get hurt for your benefit, he finds it funny to watch from afar. It’s like watching a cartoon play out in real life. A safe distance, where he’s safe from being tripped over or tackled by the killer when they’re supposed to be looking for you, because he already has pretty shit luck and bringing you into the equation never makes it any better. But he is also known for poor life choices, so he does end up making the mistake of hanging a little too close to you when he probably shouldn’t. He’s been hit by missed swings that were meant for you many more times than he’d ever care to admit. But he will admit, seeing the killer run into a tree branch while chasing you down makes up for it.
Chris Redfield:
If you know Chris, you know he’s a very no-nonsense sort of guy. He doesn’t necessarily approve of the antics that seem to follow you around, but he also knows there doesn’t seem to be much that you can do about it. Most of the time, he sits back and watches you from afar to make sure you don’t get hurt or get into trouble due to…whatever it is that you seem to have. The joke is on him whenever he believes he has to jump in and save you though, because most of the time it ends with him getting tackled into the dirt by the killer when they meant to jump on you. You can probably imagine the look on his face when he gets hauled away by the killer and you’re springing away without a scratch.
Anna / The Huntress:
To put it simply, Anna gets incredibly frustrated by how well you avoid everything she throws at you. Literally. Every time she tries to throw a hatchet at you, you lean down to pick a flower and it flies off, or someone calls your name so you move and she hits a tree instead, or you just so happen to trip over a tree root at just the right time so that she hits whoever you were traveling with instead of you. She doesn’t know how you do it. How you always seem to know whenever she’s aiming to hit you. She usually resolves to just leave you alone most of the time, but she knows at some point she has to try to hit you. At least you give her good target practice…
Albert Wesker / The Mastermind:
Wesker has to admit, he’d much rather study you than try to catch you. Trying to catch you usually doesn’t end well for him or anyone in the immediate vicinity. He can’t complain when someone else falls in his path at just the right moment as you move out of the way, but you are who he’s aiming for. He decides he just needs to plan around your shenanigans, which may seem impossible to others, with how unpredictable trials can go with you thrown into the mix, but he’s a scientist. His entire life has been carved from the unpredictable, and he’ll get to the bottom of what makes you you, even if he has to endure smacking into a few trees and falling out of windows to make that happen.
omg hi bestie 🫶 could i maybe get some wesker x ftm trans reader (he/him pronouns + idc what u use to refer to his genitalia) !! sfw n nsfw are both okey, surprise me ^__^
i know what you are 🫵
SFW + NSFW RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS FOR ALBERT WESKER W/ A TRANS MALE PARTNER
Themes: Wesker-level fluff and sexy smutty stuff
Warnings: Canon-typical violence, slight possessiveness, and he's kind of an asshole, but I think you already knew that
SFW Relationship Headcanons
- Wesker is a tsundere. There, I said it.
- He started a romantic relationship with you, which means that he saw something special in you. He won't tell you what it is.
- Before the relationship was established, he'd try and act like he had no interest in you. Negative interest, to be specific. Wouldn't even look you in the eye. Nobody was any the wiser.
- He was trying to convince himself that he'd never feel romantic feelings towards someone so much lesser than him. It probably also has to do with his repressed bisexuality.
- He'd never admit that, though. He has common sense, even if he is a total maniac.
- When or if you tell him you're transgender, he won't think much of it.
- He's a scientist and knows how biology works, so he won't ask the questions someone with less knowledge or from a time before modern medicine would.
- If you're shorter than him, he'll tease you about it relentlessly. He'll put things on high shelves where you can't reach just so you have to ask him for help.
- He's kind of protective of you. He won't say it out loud, but if another killer hurts you more than what The Entity demands, he'll take things into his own hands.
- Wesker loves putting his arm around your waist or shoulders when you're around others just to display that you're his.
- He may not say it out loud a lot, but he does love you. Just in his own way.
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NSFW Relationship Headcanons
- Wesker isn't a particularly horny person, but if you brush up against him just right or make a move, he'll get a boner pretty quickly.
- As you'd expect, Wesker loves to be serviced, but he doesn't mind taking care of your needs once you're all squirmy and desperate.
- If you want him, you have to beg. Convince him that you need him inside you or his tongue on you.
- It inflates his ego and turns him on all the more.
- He loves using Uroboros to his advantage in the bedroom. He'll hold you against walls or pin your wrists down with his tentacles, or maybe even use them more proactively.
- Even if there's no bedroom nearby, he'll just fuck you wherever he sees fit. He doesn't care if anybody catches you two. It just adds to the thrill.
- He tries not to be a very vocal guy during sex, but if your tongue hits the right spot or you tell him how good he feels inside you, he might accidentally slip out a moan or groan.
- He loves cumming inside and watching his seed spill out, but he loves even more to finish in your mouth or on your face.
- He'll try and help you clean up afterwards if you two make a mess. He doesn't want you to think he just uses you for sex.
Summary- Youre a spy for STARS about to go on a mission, but this mission is also your yearly assessment where your captain tags along to judge your work on the field. Getting to the hotel was easy, but they only have one room open, and theres only one bed.
CW- GN reader so there is mention of 'Mx' being used for the reader
No description is used for the reader so have fun! This is the first fic ive posted on tumblr! reblogs and feedback is always nice thank you!
Undercover missions were always your favorite. Getting a new name, cover, identity, it was so fun in a weird way. Being able to melt yourself into a new persona at the drop of a hat was always a talent of yours, something your high school theater teacher highly praised. If there was information needed, you were the spy to be sent before the STARS team would swoop in and deal with the issues.
Currently you were on an assignment, an easy one, just a simple gaining intel then book it kind of ordeal. There was one downside to this assignment though, this was also your yearly work assessment, where your captain would tag along either in the shadows on coms or with you in person to see how you are on the field. You've never failed an assessment before but to have captain Wesker listen in, breathe down your neck, or just be near you when you were working, freaked you out a bit, what if you messed up and it costed you your job? It never did though, and any minor slip up you had would be easily fixed in a heartbeat by you. You were a professional hired onto STARS for this exact role, and you were proud of what you did.
Wesker was to meet you at your currently temporary base of operations, which was a semi small hotel not too far away from where you would be working tomorrow, so you weren’t surprised when you pulled your car into the parking lot to see a completely sleek black unmarked van in the parking lot with your captain, in regular civilian clothes, leaning against the van waiting for you.
It was weird to see him in every day wear, in fact it felt almost wrong, naked even. He was wearing a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up at his elbows, black dress pants, a watch on his wrist, and a black belt with a silver buckle tying his outfit together. Even as the day starting to fade into dusk, he still adored his sunglasses, which you were thankful for, he was already in civilian clothes it would be alien for him to not have his glasses too.
You pull into the parking spot next to him on the side where he’s leaning making sure to leave some room for him and you to get out of the car. A thought crossed your mind that if you feel like it’s weird to see him out of his uniform maybe he had the same feeling about you, sometimes you did feel weird when you weren’t wearing your uniform honestly. Putting the car in park and turning the key, you got out of the car and closed the door behind you gently. Wesker glanced up at you when you exited, his arms crossed.
My gods he looked amazing like this. There’s no shame in thinking someone is attractive and Wesker was very attractive. You looked him up and down once, trying to be subtle and not draw attention to the fact you’re checking out your boss. Your eyes were mostly drawn to his arms, the way his shirt hugged his muscles, the way the watch rested on his wrist, even at the angle he crossed his arms you could still see the veins that rose on his skin. The watch was just a nice silver with a black leather strap, and my gods did it make his hands look attractive.
You dragged your eyes off him and looked him in his eyes from behind his glasses, nodded at him, “Captain Wesker.” you greeted.
He nodded back at you greeted you in return by calling your last name. Hard to take the military out of a man you guessed.
There was little small talk about the mission and you both grabbed your bags from your respective cars before heading into the hotel lobby.
The lobby was cold as you walked in, and you took a in a deep breath, man you loved the way hotels smelled. There was a lady at the front desk who looked up your way when the sliding doors opened, she looked tired. Dragging your suitcase behind you with Wesker carrying a duffel bag, the two of you walked over to her and politely smiled.
“Good evening!” she slightly bowed her head in a polite greeting, “How can I help you two?”
“Hello,” you stood your suitcase up next to you as you leaned on the counter. “We would like to book a room please.”
“You’re just in luck, we have one last room available.” She typed something on her keyboard before confirming one room was okay, that the stay would only be for two nights, you signed some papers with your fake name and paid in cash, she told you about the pool hours and breakfast times.
“Alrighty Mx. and Mr. Doe, your room is on the top floor, the elevators are to the left of you. Y’all have a great night!” She slid two keys on the desk to you.
You grabbed the keys before you even registered what she said. Instantly you were flustered, jaw dropped slightly like a fish, before you straightened yourself out and thanked her before grabbing your suitcase and turning away. Your brain was on fire and you felt heat rise from your chest to your neck enveloping your face, your cheeks felt warm but you had to swallow it down.
Passing your boss on your way to the elevators you noticed a small amused smirk on his face. “Yes, let’s go, dear.” He turned his attention to you and began to follow after you. Any notion of any training left your brain for a second, was he teasing you or was he helping solidify y’all’s cover? You wanted to rip that smirk off his face, it made your heart flutter and made your stomach feel like it was in your throat. It was a suffocating feeling that you never really liked all too much, but you had to stop your brain to be able to calm your nerves.
Dear. The way it fell off his lips. The gravel of his voice saying the word, directed at you, rather convincingly that you were his spouse was enough to make your head fuzzy. He called you dear. It made your skin turn to flame, if you thought just being mistaken for being married was bad enough this was the one thing to kill you. He said it like he’s called you by this pet name a thousand times, it fell so easily off his lips, like it was your second name. Wesker must have been good at having a fake identity because there was no way he could say such a simple little phrase and make it sound so earnest.
The way to the room was a blur to you honestly, you were so busy trying to not think of his damn smirk, how he called you dear, and the woman mistaking you for being married, that you didn’t really pay attention to your surroundings. The elevator ride up was short but suffocating. You wanted to just get into your room and lay on your bed and sleep. You wanted to lay in the uncomfortable mattress and sleep until your alarm goes off to get ready for the intel snag. You didn’t want to wake up in the morning and get dressed and ready to be spied on while you spied on some illegal activity. The hallway was long and kind of creepy, the silence between you and Wesker was not uncomfortable but also not completely comforting, just the feeling of being in the break room not wanting to talk to each other. You arrived at your door and unlocked it, pushing the door open and lugging your suitcase in, moving out of the way to let your boss walk through first into the room. He made his way past the bathroom and into the main bedroom area as you closed the door and stood your suitcase by the closet.
“Hey captain, did you by chance bring any fingerprint powder? I have a small bit left.” You spoke up for the first time, rummaging through the front pocket of your case looking for said powder. There was a pregnant pause, Wesker hadn’t said anything which caused you to look to him. He stood facing away from you at the end of the small hallway, the wall blocking you from seeing what he was looking at.
“Wesker?” You cocked your head.
He let out an amused scoff as if he was broken from a trance, “Well. She definitely did think we were a couple.”
Your heart sunk and you hoped what he implied wasn’t true, standing up you made your way on over to him to see what he was seeing, and to your embarrassment only one bed was in the room, no couch, no nothing. Just the bed. The one single bed. The one single king-sized bed neatly made up. Wesker turned to look down at you and you glanced up at him. That damn faint smirk was on his face again, you wanted to tear off his sunglasses so you could tell what he was thinking and feeling. You think you can see a slight pink color on his cheeks but you can’t tell complete in the dark room.
You snapped out of it, “I’m so sorry Wesker, I’ll go down there right now and ask for another room for you, normally they give me two beds, she didn’t even ask me if I wanted two beds. And then she thought we were married so she must have thought we wanted one bed. I’m so sorry captain I’ll go down and have this fixed right away.” you were rambling in your embarrassment under Wesker’s gaze. You felt like you were a rookie again handing in the wrong files of paper work for your first assignment, you had a fear in the back of your head that this would get you fired for this, even if you knew you weren’t.
“She said this was the last open room if i recall correctly.” He stopped you from your rambling. You were so confident and flustered that you forgot what she had said. There was no other room for you to get changed out for, this was the only room.
“You’re right, sorry sir. I must have forgotten what she said.” You straighten out and reach to turn on the lights in the room.
There was a sigh as Wesker moved to put his stuff down on one end of the room, “There is no need to be formal, your assessment doesn’t start until the morning.”
“What about sleeping situations?” It’s better to get the question out now before it eats at you.
He paused for a second, he was facing away from you again as he opened his bag looking for something, “hmm.” he pondered for a second. “Shifts. You sleep first, then I will wake you up, take turns.”
“No offense Wesker,” you took a quick glance at his ass in the tight pants he wore. “But I’m not about to have you tired and judge my performance on the field.”
He gave a single light breath of a chuckle, “Oh? Don’t want to get a low score?”
“I don’t want to get pay docked because you’ve ended up sleeping on the job.” you follow with a laugh. The tense air broke and you were back to how you normally were with Wesker. Banter was rare with him, but when the two do you were alone you did enjoy it from time to time.
“Alright then, what else do you have in mind? We can’t get another room and if you haven’t noticed, there is only one bed and two of us.” He turned to face you and asked.
Your confidence faltered, there was only one other way that you could think of and here he was wanting you to say it. The warmth returned to your face again as you looked away as he turned around to face you. He was setting you up to say it. He wanted you to say it as if he loved to see you flounder. You watched him as he took his sunglasses off and placed them on the desk in the room, his eyes never left your face as you looked away yet again not wanting to make eye contact with him.
“Well, I mean, if you don’t have a problem with it.” Your voice didn’t waver yet your mind did. It was freaking out and screaming. We’re you really about to suggest sleeping in the same bed as you really hot boss that already made your stomach flip just by your fingers touching as you handed him a coffee cup in the break room? It was the only solution, and honestly you weren’t too opposed on the idea. You took a deep breath and tried to make the next sentence you would say sound better than the jumbled flustered mess that your brain wanted to say.
“We could share the bed? It’s a king size so there’s more than enough room.” Instantly your face was hot. “We could even build a pillow barrier if you’re uncomfortable with the idea.” You added in a haze.
It was quiet for a moment. Wesker was thinking, you took a quick glance at him to see his eyes still on you, observing you. He was watching you squirm under his gaze at the mention of sleeping together. There was a glint in his eye that you didn’t know the emotion of but there was something there, almost as if he enjoyed dragging out the silence after your awkward question just to make you more embarrassed and uncomfortable. You locked eyes for a second before you glanced them down. It felt like a few minutes have passed of drowning in embarrassment, your heart mirroring a stampede in your chest. It felt forever but it was more like half a minute has passed before he took a breath in to respond.
“Hmm.” he mulled over it, as if trying to taste how his answer felt on his palate before answering. “It is our only option so it would seem.”
His answer didn’t really help your heart at all. The tension in your body both doubled and dissipated at the same time somehow. The question was asked and answered but now you had to actually sleep in the same bed as your boss. You wanted to escape the feeling. To be freed from the twisting feeling in your guts, but it wouldn’t end until you woke up the next morning, wake up to him in the morning. Your face was hot and your body was a flame, butterflies and moths made nests in your lungs and stomach as they flew around inside you, you felt like you were going to explode. So much for a being a seasoned spy who could change at the drop of a dime, it was easier when you were pretending to be someone else, but playing as yourself was a different story.
“Yeah, I’m sorry captain, I should have planned this out better.” you gave him no time to respond before you jumped topics, “I’m going to get my stuff ready for tomorrow and get in the shower before heading to bed for the night.” you explained as you moved to the hallway once more to grab your luggage to drag it into the bathroom with you.
He agreed and explained he would set up his post for tomorrow as well and head to sleep, you hoped he would be asleep before you got out of the shower. Setting up your costume and such wasn’t hard, just setting the outfit out along with a wig and some makeup, it was some work to be a new person but an easy set up the process wasn’t so much. The shower was also uneventful. Using all the provided soaps and such, thinking about the mission tomorrow, you tried your damndest to not think about the man outside the bathroom setting up for bed, what would he wear? What does captain Albert Wesker wear to bed? You mused yourself over the idea of him wearing a funny nightgown and cap like Scrooge wore even including the hand-held candle, funny white long johns, before your mind settled on him wearing just sweatpants. Sweatpants with his boxer band showing. Grey sweatpants. No shirt. You were going to melt in the shower and it wasn’t because of the hot water, you were now slowly killing yourself by imagining your boss in different outfits. Black tight spouse beater with grey sweatpants, a loose white tee with boxers; but your personal favorite to fantasize about was him shirtless with grey sweatpants, his watch still on his wrist as his hands were in his pockets, you imagined him to have a blonde happy trail on his stomach and that sent you to turn the hot water to cold. You almost screamed as it woke your body out of the trance it was in.
Getting out was the hard part. Knowing you had to face your boss in bed was worse than anything you’ve seen in your time on STARS, and you’ve seen some things. You took a deep breath while drying yourself off, focusing on keeping your heart down and your breathing calm as you dressed for bed. You gave yourself a little shake before you opened the door and turned off the light making your way to the main bedroom.
The room was dark, a dim light came from a lamp in the corner of the room on the desk but it did next to nothing to illuminate the bedroom. There was a microphone, a computer, and a few other things set up on the desk, you assumed the camera and ear piece were for you for your mission in the morning. You took a hesitant glance at the bed only to find your boss facing away from you sleeping on his side. The covers were pulled up to his waist and only revealed the black undershirt he wore. Honestly you were a little sad he wasn’t shirtless but you also know that you would die if you saw his back muscles and shoulder blades. A weight fell off your shoulders at knowing you didn’t have to converse with him before slipping into the bed, you could just do it right now. Making your way to the other side of the bed you glanced at the clock that read 9pm.
You tried your hardest to not move so much as you got under the covers, waking the sleeping captain next to you wasn’t something you wanted to do so you lay there stiff. You could feel him next to you, feel his heat, the way the bed dipped under his weight, it drove you a bit mad. Here you were, lying next to your very attractive boss in the same bed, he was lucky he could fall asleep in a situation like this, your mind just raced with thoughts, thoughts of him. You couldn’t even relax in this bed; it was calling for you to untense your muscles and let sleep take you but just being able to hear Wesker’s soft breathing next to you kept your eyes open and your body rigged. You could feel his warmth from under the covers that the two of you shared, you could hear his soft breathing, you could feel the slight rise and fall of the blanket, it was intoxicating.
You couldn’t sleep. Glancing at the clock you find about forty-five minutes have passed with you just lying there with your eyes open. You sigh and wiggle a bit to try and get comfy but you instantly regret it. Wesker let out a small yawn as he pulled the comforter off him to twist around to lay on his other side, to face you. It all happened so fast you didn’t even notice what was happening. You watch as the very much asleep Wesker reaches his arm and wraps it around your midsection to pull you close to him, meeting in the middle of the bed, he used his other arm to slide under your head and used his hand to cradle your head, pushing your face into his chest, instantly your arms fold in between the two of you, pressed up against his stomach and your chest.
He’s,,, He’s asleep, but here you are, the new teddy bear for Albert Wesker. Youre tense in his arms as you both still, your eyes wide and you try not to move to not wake him up. There’s a pause before he moves again, mixing his legs with yours, which somehow pulls you even more flush against him. Your red-hot face was smushed against his chest where you could hear him breathing and his heart beating. He held you in a loose yet vice grip, the arm around your waist felt like it was burning. The fire of your face came back but this time worse and it swarmed your entire body in a flush.
If you thought today was already enough to make you die instantly this was the kicker, the real nail in the coffin. Your boss was now cuddling with you, something you didn’t think he could do with his hard and stone cold deminer, but with the way his legs were intertwined with yours makes you think it’s a perfect fit. If you were a computer this was how you bluescreened. You were somehow stiffer in his arms than you ever have been in your entire life, your senses were overloading. You could smell the body wash and cologne he wore, it smelled of apple cider and pine, like a autumn mix with a hint of spring, it smelled expensive and warm and nothing like what Chris or Barry wore. It made your head spin in the best way. You could feel his skin pressed against yours, soft and warm, you wanted to drag your fingertips across it in gentle patterns. Your heart sounded like a stampede in your chest. You could hear his gentle breathing and heartbeat, slow, soothing, and comforting.
You focused on his breathing, and soon began to match it. If you were stuck in this situation you were going to take full advantage of it and deal with the repercussions of your actions later, right now you wanted to be a little selfish, you wanted to enjoy this accidental moment to the full extent. Your body began to slowly relax in his arms, the sound of his heart comforting in ways you never knew existed. Your eyelids soon began to burn and droop, they begged you to close them, to make friends with sleep, every time you blinked, they drooped lower and lower. You took a risk and shifted in his arms, snuggling closer to his chest you made yourself more comfortable, moving your head so it was just under his chin and resting on his chest. You complied with your body and closed your eyes, it wasn’t long before sleep came to take you, but as you were right at the cusp of unconsciousness you felt something soft press against your forehead. You could hear something being said but it was muffled and sounded like it was underwater, the only word you could make out was 'dear', at least you think that was what was said, but by the time you realized it you were already asleep in the arms of the man you have feelings for.
when you try to kiss them on their cheek as a distraction | spirit, mastermind, legion (frank).
who needs deception, red herring or diversion as a distraction, what about a smooch instead. — this one's quite shorter than my other drafts that will probably never see the light of the day ever again. just want to put something silly out for my favorite killers <3 was gonna add our golden boys trickster and ghostface but i ran out of ideas :(( i might include them the next time i make a part 2 to this.
content: lowercase intended, partially not proofread, gender neutral reader, ambiguous as to whether or not the reader is dating the killers, spirit — dwight cameo | mastermind — basically ranting how i don't know how to navigate rpd | legion — elodie cameo, frank is a stinky tunneler.
RIN YAMAOKA | THE SPIRIT
desperate times call for desperate measures. poor dwight is on his death hook and he cannot waste any more time for his team to do their objectives. the vicinity is naked of resources for him to utilize, and you don't have a flashlight in your hands to prevent him from getting picked up.
you didn't really leave much time into brainstorming your next move, as soon after, you've heard a loud scream just near you.
and of course it had to be dwight, if only you weren't so finicky with using pallets in the area, he would've last longer.
dwight and rin are out in the open, which could've been such a free blind, but you've got something else in your mind.
swooping just as rin's had dwight on her shoulder, you jumped and cupped her face, kissing her cheek, all in a rapid second.
rin's confused and stands with dwight on her shoulders. why... would you do that? doesn't know if she should be shocked or just go through with her spree while her cheeks are heating up.
dwight's just as confused as rin, he can't see anything but the dirty ground, what's going on? why is the spirit making confused noises?
you backed up afterwards and tugged your arms together behind your back, reminiscent of a child feigning to be innocent when they are being scolded.
your plan didn't work out as you planned it to be, as rin was recovering from the stunt you pulled. but she was bamboozled enough for dwight to wiggle out, in his merry way to a tile with no resources, again.
mission failed succesfully.
ALBERT WESKER | THE MASTERMIND
you're fighting for your life not to get on death hook. but lady luck didn't seem to be on your side the very moment all of you were sent to rpd.
not only do some of the corridors & rooms are barely lit, it was extremely difficult to navigate the area. where do these stairs lead to? where do these hallways lead to? why did i just came back from where i've been last time?
attempting to find refuge, you look for the rest of your teammates, but that's the problem, you can't find any of them. although it was an ideal situation for everyone to be split up and doing their own generators, that wasn't really the time for that, you need to survive as much as possible.
when you turn around a corner, you didn't expect wesker to be standing by the edge of the room, as if he knew you'd come by.
wesker chuckles, prepping the tentacle in his hand, "i've got you where i wanted..."
you have no time to take in what just happened and what is about to happen, but you refuse to not get out of your situation.
in pure panic, you shoved your open hands in front of his face, "wait! wait! wait!"
surprisingly enough, wesker is intrigued of your stalling technique, so lowers his tentacles and hears you out.
there's a suffocating tension and silence between the both of you when you just stare at each other. when you've gotten uncomfortable of the current situation you're in, you swiftly press your lips against his cheek and ran as far away as you can. it's not the best last resort manuever one can think of, but it's the only one you can think of during the moment.
wesker touches the cheek that you kissed with his gloved hand, smirking to himself. he intentionally lets you get away with it, giving you a feign hope of surviving. he'll give you time to indulge in your wishful thinking of surviving the trial before he spooks you again.
FRANK MORRISON | THE LEGION
the only killer you'd genuinely get away with something so silly.
you're trying your best to protect elodie, who has been constantly tunneled the entire game. seeing as there's one generator left, and frank is struggling to pressure the team, he might as well target a survivor and get them out of the trial before the last generator pops.
everyone, including you, is injured, thanks to frank's insane capability of injuring almost everyone swiftly.
you've been sticking with elodie after she got off from her second hook, since you nor the rest of your team has not been hooked yet, you figured you can perform a little risky and even trade hooks with elodie in any case she might be in danger.
but of course, there's little chance that your plan will work. you hear frank approaching while you're patching up elodie in the shack, so you halted the healing and gestured elodie to carefully run away from the shack. "i'll be right behind you", you encouragingly whispered to her.
when you follow right after elodie, the first thing you've noticed was that frank had already seen the both of you, yet still goes for elodie.
you rapidly stood in front of elodie with your arms raised up in attempt to guard her. she can't risk leaving the area lest she gets hit. "w—w—wait! may i interest in something, frank?", you ask the man in front of you.
he brushes off your question for a while, shoving you out of the way. "hm... sure, why not. but i'll deal with her first".
time is ticking. your go to should be to stand face to face with frank yet again, but he can easily shove you aside like previously. suddenly, as if a lightbulb has lit up above you, you attempt to execute a plan that took barely a second to figure put.
elodie runs for her life, seeing as you're too far away to help her. frank was quick to follow, confident enough to get her out of the trial and can finally manage to pressure your team. but frank's brain stops when he feels a hand grab his arm, immediately forcing him to stand still and look at you. unintentionally so, you look like you're pleading him not to kill your team, with your brows furrowed and tears welling up in your eyes, both are the results from the injury he has inflicted on you minutes ago.
frank thinks it's cute but it's not enough for him to take pity on neither you or your friends, if that was the message you were trying to convey.
he was almost out of your grip until you harshly lower his head down by tugging aggressively at his arm, placing a peck in his mask where his cheeks would lay beneath.
shortly after, the both of you look at each other in silence. your brows are still furrowed but your lips are pursed as a straight line. from the inside, frank is exploding with how adorable you look right now. he audibly stutters from embarrassed he is, but luckily it was muffled so you can't decipher what noises he's making.
elodie is long gone in the vicinity, luckily for all of you. but now you have to deal with the problem at hand, how are you going to escape the killer's grasp now? but you suppose you can endure one hook stage, considering elodie was the only one hooked throughout the trial.
you come back to your senses and entirely lose your grip in frank's arm and ran as far away as you possibly can without disturbing your team. you don't know if you're lucky or unlucky that frank hurriedly runs after you, but one thing's for sure, you hope he's after for more kisses.
hi hi!! can I request separate Frank, Pyramidhead and Wesker with a survivor gf that is like The Trickster? Like a famous singer from a kpop girl group with a gyaru theme. a lot of fashion and colors and makeup and that she simply stands out a lot like a really bright highlighter among a grey environment. plus if she's really smart and great at looping but like secretly
kisses!! 💕💕
O-M-GOSHHHHHHHHHH YASSSS
Frank Morrison
He's all over you
He absolutely adores you
Though he gets frustrated when you end up looping him for 5 gens and the entirety of endgame
"Your mind games are crazy"
He will ask you a lot about your career and will listen to your music.
Not his cup of tea but will only listen because of how much he likes you and will force the rest of the Legion to enjoy your music.
If you are the rapper in the group, he'd start nerding out
"Listen closely! This is the best part"
Thinks you're beautiful and will even say it out loud in front of others.
Pyramidhead
Honestly, the colors are almost too bright for him.
He'd chase you during trials only to run his hands all over your body in hopes of getting the colors to fade (don't ask questions).
You'd blush heavily but when he puts you down he'd continue the trail as usual.
He grows frustrated when he can't reach you with his power and will eventually leave you for an easier target.
Albert Wesker
Ah yes
He'd admire your style, but he never heard of your group
You show him your music one day outside of a trail
Bro didn't know you could sing (or rap)
You two had friendly competition, constant taunts going back and forth between each other and in the end, he'd face camp you because you were the only kill he could get at the end of the match.
He thinks you're stunning and will even admit it do your face, making you blush and result in teasing.
(The Exception)
Paring: Albert Wesker x Reader
Summary: You come across a new killer in the fog. Only a handful of humans truly matter, and Wesker's convinced you aren’t one of them.
Word Count: 2650
Rating: E (18+)
Warnings: Tentacles, threats of violence
