Privacy - Albert Wesker X Reader

Privacy - Albert Wesker x reader

Request: I hope this is okay by you, I’d like to request for Albert Wesker x reader that has avoidant personality disorder, and despite it being a challenge, they still want to study psychology? :) I’ve seen you do BPD one tho so feel free to deny this one! Thank you :)

Warning: none

Disclaimer: English isn't my native language (I'm french), so you can correct me if you spot somes mistakes :)

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Having Avoidant Personality Disorder was no fun at all and that’s why you interested Wesker.

Let me explain: Wesker doesn't like when his s/o has many friends, it’s harder to manipulate you. The fact you’re mostly staying at home, having no friends and being sensitive is perfect. You’re making his job easier. At first, he doesn’t know you have a disorder, he just thinks you have anxiety, you’re shy and maybe have trust issues.

But at some point, he’s gonna notice you’re easily hurt by criticism, which is a problem since Albert loves when everything is perfect. He doesn’t always have filter when he speaks.

But at some point, you were too often at home, only studying with your psychology books and that pissed him off. Why? First, at some point, you could understand he’s a manipulative bitch. Second, he can’t hide all the terrible things he does.

One day, he killed one of his scientists. The guy was about to betray him, to give his positions either to the BSAA or the DSO. He made a mess with that guy and even if he cleaned himself in the labs, he came home really late, with his clothes in a bag. When you heard the door of your home being opened, you joined him, but frowned when you smelled that slight ferrous scent… 

“Albert… What is that..?”

“Not your business, Y/N.” he groaned as he walked to the bathroom. But you were so worried about him. You followed him, not understanding what was happening. Your heartbeat quickened.

“Albert…” you tried again.

“What do you want?! I told you it wasn’t your problem. You’re always here and I can’t even have some privacy! Can’t you just have a life and go out from time to time?!”

His words were harsh. Like a blade piercing your heart. It felt like falling from a cliff. 

Tears fogged your eyes, while your hands trembled. You shook your head and ran to your bedroom…

“Y/N, wait!”

…where you locked yourself in to make sure he didn't come in. Technically, he could break in, but you knew he wouldn't. You threw yourself onto your soft bed, as tears streamed down your face. You burst into tears, as he made your heart burst without mercy. You knew that Albert was a hard man, demanding, not easy to live with, but you didn't think he would spit those difficult words in your face. You always tried to be perfect, in fear of disappointing him, and now he saw you as a nuisance... You were lost and didn't know what to do.

Two weeks ago, he blamed you for acting awkwardly in public, but what he didn’t seem to understand is that social interactions with people around you makes you uncomfortable. Actually, you were self-conscious in social situations, afraid to embarrass yourself. Even worse, your poor self-image doesn't help at all.

Wesker knocked on the door, feeling guilty about what he said to you. 

He rarely felt this way, but he loved you and he knew that spewing nastiness like this could only damage your relationship. He let out a sigh and scratched the back of his neck, looking for the right words...

"Honey, open the door, please."

You didn't answer, too absorbed in the pain. Lately, Albert had begun to understand that something was wrong, and he was suspicious. You could have just gotten mad at him or taken it out on yourself, but instead, you had burst into tears... The realization hit him hard. Of course, you had Avoidant Personality Disorder and he was so focused on his projects that he didn’t see that.

"Y/N, open the door. I apologize, I was really stupid and mean. Now open up, we need to talk. I know you have Avoidant Personality Disorder and it’s okay. It doesn't change how I feel about you..." he sighed.

He knew you would eventually come out to have a talk with him. He was going to reassure you and... continue to manipulate you, obviously.

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Wesker's captive - part 1

Pairing: Albert Wesker x reader (wrote at the 1st person)

Warning: smut + wrap your biscuit, please

Disclaimer: English isn't my native language (I'm french), so you can correct me if you spot some mistakes :) + "Wesker's captive" will probably have different parts, but they are gonna be random (no order to read them) and it's also inspired from the novel I'm currently writing

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Hastily, I leafed through the first part where he introduced his latest experiments and correlated each event, each date, through disconcerting calculations. After that, he mentioned the works of the researchers he had plundered, then of the other scientists who worked for him, before stating grotesque mutations, sometimes with reports loaded with more appalling details than the others. This part was as exciting as it was long, his latest creation fascinated me, even if I had doubts about its effectiveness.

What is the craziest thing? To create viruses to collect as much money as possible, even if it means creating a powerful terrorist network? Or deciding to remake the world with this same money to finance more extreme research?

After a vast, almost stringy, report, I managed to put my finger on Albert's first theory about the new virus he was studying.

“I can't leave you alone for a moment without your curiosity getting the better of you.”

I didn't hear him coming, but I didn't flinch, thanks to his gentle tone. As I looked up, I smiled and shrugged my shoulder, almost innocently. Only a towel, hanging from his pelvis, masked his nakedness.

“Shake a bone in front of a dog. Do you think it will resist the lure of the marrow for long?”

With velvet steps, Wesker reduced the distance between us, before crouching down facing me as I was on a chair. Even though the distance warmed my face again, I held his gaze, head straight. I had not hesitated to slip into his office when he was in the shower, after I stole the necessary key. For six months he had kept me at his mansion. Six months that I managed to build a bond of trust between us… A bond of trust that would serve me later.

“Well, if this dog is perfectly trained, he won't even wag his tail…” he murmured, in a joking tone.

“I think you’re forgetting human nature. Our desires are often stronger than reason, aren't they?”

My right hand slid down his muscular thigh, then dangerously up under his towel, a way to tease him. He wasn't shy with me. Oh no, he was pushing me to act like an easy lay and sometimes like a prudish woman, an attitude that exposed my weaknesses, a danger to my future.

“Not always. In many ways, you have been wonderfully in control from the start. You will soon be superior to most beings on Earth.”

“Perfect, do you want lessons?” I teased him, in a honeyed voice.

On the fly, he made me fall on the ground, and under the surprise, I dropped the work. The man took advantage of the situation to settle between my thighs, leaned above me. His chest plastered against mine, his face to some centimeters of mine, his hands harpooned my wrists to immobilize them; my heart pounded wildly. I hated myself for reacting like that, for enjoying the slightest physical contact with him. Had I been bewitched in some way? I guess so.

“If anyone can teach lessons, it's me…” he whispered in my ear.

A pulsating tinnitus, as if I had been blown away by the last breath of an explosion, left me paralyzed. When I looked up, I met his lustful gaze as my barriers crumbled and gave way to his captivating irises. One of his hands traced its way down my right side and up to my neck. His lips called to mine. I longed for him to kiss me. When his other hand released my second arm, he stroked my left cheek, that of an incredible tenderness.

Albert pressed his lips against mine, at first for a soft kiss, before the ardor carried him away. Quickly, his touch showed impatient, his hands slipped under my butt and I jumped to wrap my legs around his pelvis. Without the least difficulty, he raised us and dragged me with him in his room. Delicate, he dropped me on his gigantic bed without delay to dominate my body with his. Prompt, he released me of my nightdress and slipped his hands under my nightie. He pressed a series of hot kisses in the hollow of my neck to my chest still covered. Impatient, he hurried to remove the fine fabric, throwing it on the ground.

On my side, I let my fingers touch, trace the contour of his pectoral and abdominal muscles drawn to perfection. Progressively, I untied his towel, until making them fall on the floor. Of a hand trembling of impatience, I approached his still stretched member, to my biggest surprise. Did he want me so much him? Did I manage to make him that effect? The one that an expert woman would master. Guided by my instinct, I came to caress his warm cock, then to encircle it of my palm, in order to carry out movements of back and forth. Husky sighs escaped from his lips, conferring him a charm and a sensitivity that I didn’t know yet in him, in spite of his imposing charisma.

“You’re incredible, treasure”… he breathed.

Finally, I pushed back it in all delicacy, positioned me on my knees, as I had been told to do it in the past. I leaned towards his erection and presses some wet kisses there, whereas he gritted his teeth… The desire and the heat climbed at speed in my body, following the example of the virologist. Then, I took again movements thrust, slow, before speeding up the pace. As I was about to take it in my mouth, he lifted my chin and forced me to lie on my back. Obviously, he did not want me to linger on him…

His hands slid under my butt and he pulled my lacy underwear down my thighs, before he sent it flying somewhere. Without wasting any time, he grabbed his cock and caressed my wet labia. A thin sigh escaped me. I was burning with anticipation. My heart was pounding. My hands were shaking. A powerful heat rippled through my body. Yet he didn't penetrate me right away. Instead, he preferred to titillate my chest, my erected nipples, with his soft and warm tongue.

“Albert…”

““Albert” what?” he whispered against my skin.

My face flushed for the first time since I had initiated this intimate moment… Even though I could only see his hair, in which my fingers were running, I felt a smile split his lips.

“I want you like I haven't wanted a woman like this for a long time…” he continued in a hoarse voice.

“In this case, show me how much you want me.”

It is all that it needed for him to push himself inside me, delicately. My hands gripped his forearms, I bent my knees further and my hands pressed against his butt to invite him deeper into me. My head thrown back, a soft melody of moans caused by my vocal cords mixed with his wild grunts.

“Y/N…" he growled.

From his mouth, my name sounded like a sweet melody. A sweet melody that evaporated in the warm atmosphere. His back and forth movements became powerful thrusts. The power he exuded, the intensity of his cock, made my head spin. I wasn’t myself anymore. The desire overwhelmed me, engulfed me, consumed me.

I couldn’t determine how long our lovemaking lasted, but it didn’t stop. Albert didn't let me have any respite, he drove the pleasure to the edge of nirvana. With my eyes closed, moans escaped me. My vagina clenched tightly around his dick, like a soft vice, a sign that my orgasm was hitting me full force. Hit by his own orgasm, he grunted, then let his warm seed spill into me. With a sigh, he buried his face in my neck.

I had become his full-fledged captive by choice.

And I had enjoyed every second of it.

I had no regrets, even if it meant betraying my own people.

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OH MY GOD!!! ITS SO AWESOME! THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH?! 😭❤️❤️

Thank you, love! I'm glad you liked it! 💜🥰

I don't want to be rude, but can you not tag your "x oc" fics as "x reader" fics? they aren't the same thing, and if people wanted to read an "x oc" story they'd go to that tag.

Hello! Actually, that's rude. Over the years, I've seen many people doing that and I never said anything to them because they are free to do what they want and I don't want to ruin their happiness when they share their writing. In addition, I see other things in some tags that shouldn't be there because they are completely mixing things, but I'm not gonna text them for this.

Also, in the disclaimer, I mentioned the fact it's not really a fanfic or something, that's more like a random piece of work. Now, I changed the "OC" for "reader" if it pleases some people, since they are no physical description and that I just wanted to put a name on the character since it's something I wrote at the 1st person lol

Have a nice day / night (depending where you live).

Albert Wesker as a father

Request: Loved your latest writing! How do you think Wesker would be as a father? 

Warning: none

Disclaimer: English isn't my native language (I'm french), so you can correct me if you spot somes mistakes :)

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In my opinion, Albert Wesker would have several facets as a father:

He loves his children very much and pampers them with wealth and gifts.

He’s authoritarian and strict, he received a very difficult education from Umbrella in his childhood, and even if he’s not terrible as a dad, he has high expectations concerning his child or children. They will have to work hard with science and combat to make him proud. He’s making heirs after all!

“Dad, I’m tired…”

“Tired, not exhausted. Keep working hard. How do you think you can survive if you’re not able to get up faster? Our enemies won’t be courteous!”

Unfortunately, he’s the kind of father who experiments on his children to understand their bodies, their system and how to improve them with viruses like he did to himself. It can lead to some little abuses, but when he realizes this, he stops immediately.

The kind of father who makes sure his kids don't go to regular school, but are home-schooled by the best teacher, before they go to the best universities.

He helps them in all the steps of their lives and listens to them, ready to do anything for them... And it can be a little too extreme. For example, if a boy humiliates his daughter, he may well be using him as a guinea pig.

“What did you say? Cheating on you? Where does he live?”

“No, just don’t…”

“I will find out. It’s just a matter of time. He will look good as a tyrant, more muscular than he ever dreamed of.”

He pays for all the activities he wants. On the other hand, they have to become virologists, because he expects a serious and talented succession.

The kind of father who never forgets any important day for his children, he is always there for them: first day of school, sports competitions, etc.

For Jake: it would have been the same, if he had known he got a woman pregnant. But now, since his son works for the American government, he doesn’t talk to him. Maybe on rare occasions, behind the back of the government, to answer his question… And to manipulate him. Since Jake looks like him physically and mentally, he would be happy that his older child joins the whole Wesker clan.

“You’re my blood Jakob, you have everything to be one of the most powerful men on earth. People and governments are ungrateful, why losing your time with this?”

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Seduction fails (Albert Wesker x reader)

Request: Hello can you write RE Wesker teasing with a female reader that doesn't fall for his charm easily hc?..

Warning: none

Disclaimer: English isn't my native language (I'm french), so you can correct me if you spot somes mistakes :)

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Basically, Wesker didn't understand why you didn't care about him. He was rich. He was handsome. He was extremely intelligent. What else did you want? This question was stuck in his head for a long time. After all, he wasn't used to see a woman resisting to him for very long!

The only woman who had resisted him had died in Raccoon City in the the secret laboratory in Spencer Mansion ages ago and she was a bitch, anyway…

Wesker tried everything.

Really everything.

The friendly approach? Check!

The romantic approach? Check!

The authoritarian approach? Check!

The seductive approach? Check!

The "I'll throw myself off a bridge if she pisses me off again" approach? Check!

Three fucking months. Three fucking months he was doing everything. He could have fired you just for turning down numerous appointments, but you were far too competent, a valuable scientist to get rid of you. And let's face it, he loved to take a look at your but or your breasts whenever he had the chance…

Wesker was so desperate that he imagined your face and body every time he fucked another woman to satisfy his sexual needs. He was so frustrated that he would also jerk off while thinking about you and your body.

That was until the tables turned in his favor. He found you, in tears, in a lab. You were wiping away the tears you were trying to hide. "Are you okay?" he asked, concerned. But this was Wesker, so even though he was concerned, he kept his mask of indifference… and he didn't look that concerned. "I'm pissing with my eyes, can't you tell?" you muttered under your breath. It's a bit violent and he's my boss… Given his past, I'm going to end up as Cerberus food! you thought. "Yeah… Sorry, Wesker. I'll get back to work, don't worry." Wesker was confused, he batted his eyelashes and crossed his arms, while his snake eyes peered at you from behind his sunglasses. "What's wrong? Do you want to talk about it?" You shook your head, aware that he could use your family, the subject of your tears, against you. Wesker wasn't a good person, and he was like the cops: anything you said would be used against you. "I know a cure to get better… I mean, I hear it works. Come on, I'll take you somewhere to eat." You were about to refuse, but your stomach growled and you could only nod. A restaurant with Wesker wasn't going to kill you, was it? At least, you hoped.

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