I Like Horror

I like dark themed/angsty stuff

[weskrs]

† They/them × 18+ × ger/eng × MDNI.

† Things im into: The evil within, Resident evil, Nier automata, Drakengard, Silent hill, Dark souls, Persona, Cry of fear, lollipop chainsaw, Junji ito

× I might reblog stuff thats not suited for everyone so TW when looking here.

[weskrs]

I am so outlast trials pilled coyle's new trial and dr easterman and coyle calling dr easterman honey??? I'm feeling so many things all at once.

[grave-ng]

gettin my yaoi uppppppppppp

[zarstarss]

started playing re0 so they’re on the dome again

[meow5559275]

doctor easterman 1v1s a kitty and fucking loses

[geekazoidfreak]

lighting practice :D easterman with kitty cat

[robinartblog]

Didn't feel like finishing this drawing, so here it is. I just really need a vampire AU with Leon and Wesker 😩

[kiwicopia]

yo this is a long shot but ive asked two people and they've all ignored my request. could you possibly write albert wesker cardiophilia smut (fem reader)? i can only presume people are skipping over my submissions because they think it's like bad but it's basically just a heartbeat fetish i don't get why people keep ignoring me 💔💔💔 only if you're chill with it. the kink itself can go either way whatever works best for you

I certainly can. 🫡

cw: cardiophilia, brief mentions of fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, use of the word "darling" as both endearment and property.

There was something about your heartbeat that fascinated him. Not in the way a researcher was fascinated by their test subject—at least not anymore—but fascinated in the way that made him feel pride. A different kind, but pride nonetheless. In the way your breath would hitch and your heart skipped the tiniest beat when his fingers would curl inside your cunt, hitting that spot he knew elicited such reactions. Or the way it would quicken when you were close, fluttering wildly like a bird in a cage beneath your ribs, only for the sound to return to a soft and steady thumping after you came.

Though his favorite is when he's inside of you, yet he'll never voice it aloud. As pleasing as it is to hear your heart flutter with his fingers inside of you, it's entirely different when you're stuffed with his cock. Your heart will always start out with soft thumping when he takes it nice and slow, only ever increasing slightly with a few small thrusts. Your breath will hitch, your heart will skip a delicious beat, and he'll keep at it.

But only for a short while. The steady rhythm of your heart is pleasant to his ears, yet he craved more. Always more. Albert's hips snapped against yours, eliciting a sharp cry from your lips. The action caused your heartbeat to quicken, and he liked it. He needed more of it. "More, darling," he whispered, lips pressed against your ear while he continued to fuck into you. The way your walls fluttered around his thick length was heavenly, but not as much as hearing the wild thumping of your heart.

It spurred him on, forcing him to drive into you a little harder, a little faster, until your moans and whines filled the bedroom. You were close, and so was he, yet he ignored it and continued rutting into you wildly. When he felt your walls clench around him, the blond pressed his ear against your chest, listening to your heart as your release washed over you.

The thumping of your heart was loud and wild, and he relished in it. His hips gave a few more sharp thrusts before he finally spilled into you, letting his seed paint your gummy walls in thick, white ropes. But Wesker didn't focus on that, no. All of his focus was on you, your heartbeat, and the fact that he was the only one to get it fluttering so wildly.

"Don't move," he said. A command more than anything, but one you listened to without complaint. His head shifted around a little on your chest, moving to hear the rapid beats before they softened to slow, melodic thumps. He remained quiet like this with you for a little longer, until he finally moved to sit up. "Rest while you can. We'll go again when the beating is calm."

He'd do it again, and again, and again. As many times as it took to hear that fluttering heart of yours. To know that he was the only one capable of raising it that way. Perhaps his fascination ran deep, or perhaps he enjoyed the way he could toy with something so mortal? That knowing he could push you well beyond your limits, but why would he? He'd hate to break such a wonderful toy, and a new one was too hard to find—especially with a heart like yours.

No, he wouldn't break you. Not yet. Not when he finds it delectable to make your heart flutter wildly and completely calm itself like this.

[weskrs]

I honestly post whatever comes to my mind about wesker and sometimes other fandoms i can't tell if you guys like my content or not but i appreciate the love it gets on my posts, i sometimes do dark type content but will always put warnings out there but i also sometimes like the softer contents on wesker, and of course i'll do talk about what ships i like with him as well, i got ideas for willsker and weskennedy 🙂‍↕️

[opalita333]

artist is necroto

[weskrs]

You ever so evil men brained that you can't stop thinking about albert wesker, pyramid head, leland coyle and dr easterman i want all of them.

[weskrs]

I had this headcanon of wesker that i posted on twitter long ago so might as well post it here too.

I think when weskers stressed he does smoke a cigarette especially if he's working at umbrella and at S.T.A.R.S when he's on break and needs to calm his mind down, he won't let anyone know that he smokes so he does it somewhere private

though if a employee/member of his own were to find out and he's done "open your mouth and put your tongue out" and puts the cigarette that's now become small out on them gives a praise "such a well behaved pet, keep it in your mouth and don't spit it you can do that for me can't you?" Caresses their cheek and lips and heads back to work.

[weskrs]

CW: manipulation, stockholm syndrome, wesker being overly mean with reader

I like the thought of wesker being really manipulative with a reader making them cry it really gets his dacryphilia kink off the roof "i'd never do that to you, don't you trust me?" And he breaks that boundary anyways because he is that unhinged and deranged inside, when he's in public with you he puts on his nice guy act, acting like your relationships healthy with him, when alone and in private, he isn't the same as he was in public, self centered, harsh, cold and ruthless with you, he manipulates you into doing the things he wants "you don't love me do you?, maybe i should leave you find someone else who'd satisfy my needs, anyone would be lucky to be you, why are you being selfish." It works everytime that he manipulates you into it because you are scared he's gonna leave you but you don't have a choice you can't leave him you don't have anyone else, no one is gonna be there for you as he is so it's best you brush those thoughts away he's the only one for you, it's gotten to the point where you'd develope stockholm syndrome you rely on him at all times and cling to him like a lost puppy on the streets it fills him up with joy he's finally broken you and he enjoys it he knows what's best for you, but were you to leave him you'd come crying back to him and he would embrace you with open arms, he really is trying to protect you the outside world is full of horrifying monsters, and he wouldn't want you to be hurt, after all the only one who could hurt you was he himself and he wouldn't want it any other way he thrives off of you crawling back to him whenever you run away it's an endless cycle of nightmares, you should be grateful that he even keeps you for this long, otherwise he would of just thrown you away like a broken doll, but he sees something in you that makes him keep you all for himself embrace it and appreciate it.

[corpshumain]

i luv u uroboros wskr

[threejiji]

in higher quality for freaksterman

(idea came from "How High" by anon on ao3 😶‍🌫️)

[annathehuntress]

Dear dead Spencer.

You regarded Birkin and me as expendable material, as tools for achieving your own goals. We saw for ourselves how you could raise a person, use his talent, appropriate his work… and dispose of him once he became inconvenient. We always despised people like you: old managers and bureaucrats, lords, all those corporate old men who judge by status and title rather than by results. To me, that is repulsive. I respect strength, intellect, efficiency. And you were a typical wealthy aristocrat, sitting at the top and commanding the discoveries of others.

Both Birkin and I understood that Umbrella does not reward geniuses – it devours them.

You dreamed of creating a new "superior" breed of humans through the virus, and we, the "Wesker children", were merely part of your program. I admit, for me, that was a monstrous revelation. All my life, I had built myself as a sovereign individual.

Intellect.

Volition.

Discipline...

And then it turned out that, from the very beginning, I had been designed by someone else. You shattered my conviction that I had created myself.

I could have endured many things: filthy experiments, betrayal, political games. But I could not endure the thought that my life had not been my own design.

Your goal was, in a way, religious: to reshape humanity and approach your own version of divine power. Project W was part of your dream of a world of the "gifted" and the "worthy", raised according to your ideals. Years later, when I found myself in your mansion, I expected to see behind Project W a figure of colossal scale – a demiurge equal to his own design. Instead, I found only a dying, helpless old man.

To me, that was especially vile. In that moment, I saw that the man who had spent his whole life playing God had never managed to overcome human insignificance himself.

You thought I belonged to you. But I belong only to myself.

I killed you as one final reminder of my chains. They are gone now.

[weskrs]

Wesker in outlast trials would be interesting, watching over his test subject do his trials, giving them praises if they do good on the trials

"You learn beautifully. You may be my ideal student, my inspiration, a gift to science. I think you are a perfect masochist."

"Perfect. You're the engine of the future; I fill you with pain and humiliation, and you burn with obedience and prosperity. Every day is tomorrow."

"Phenomenal. I barely recognize the pitiful, broken human garbage that crawled into this facility. You are getting... better."

But when you mess up? Don't expect a single praise from him just pure manipulation and harsh discipline.

"What am I teaching you? How to be dog food?"

"Do I not give you pain, and shame, and loathing? I give and I give, and then I set you loose and this is what you show me? I am alone."

But why would you wanna leave him can't you see he loves you, teaching you to be a better person, doing all of this for you and yet you wanna leave him?

"Why would want to leave me? Would you get up halfway through surgery, unstitched, loose organs leaking like whipped toddlers, and abandon your surgeon? You would die screaming, and its all you would deserve. Can't you see I love you?"

There's no escaping him after all he loves you and cares for you deeply and you must believe him, he's your god now.

"They can't replace me. They can't. What would you do without me? As long as you believe in me, I am here. I am part of you."