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RE boys x reader (endometriosis headcanons)

Pairings: Leon S. Kennedy x reader - Chris Redfield x reader - Carlos Oliveira x reader - Albert Wesker x reader

Warnings: none

Disclaimer: I’m french and even though I've been learning English for ten years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

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LEON S. KENNEDY

- Leon would found out after three months of dating, when you would refuse to go to a restaurant with him.

- you would lay in bed curled up against yourself and refuse to move.

- "why don't you just take some medicine? The pain will go away in 30 minutes."

- at that moment, you would have no choice but to tell him about your illness, the symptoms and the impact on your private and professional life

- Leon would be hella confused but he would understand and accept it, before trying to do his maximum for you at each crisis

- But Leon is also an awkward person, he's uncomfortable with people in pain, so he would avoid you as best as he could

- The only thing he would feel comfortable with is food, he would bring you everything you need, before pretending to go to work

- He would panic from time to time and wouldn't hesitate to take you to the hospital, if the pain is very bad

- He would secretly buy books about endometriosis and consult a lot of websites, in order to avoid any surprises

- "Does it hurt when we have sex? Why didn't you tell me? Fuck..." he would start to panic, pacing in front of you, hands in his hair, ready to rip it out. Honestly, it would be as funny as it would be adorable.

"Leon, pain during sex isn't for everyone. Take a deep breath, okay?"

"Huh? Ohhhh! Okay, that makes me feel better."

- He'd kiss your forehead and go grab a beer to relax because that's how Kennedy relaxes when he's stressed

CHRIS REDFIELD

- If he was still in his twenties, he would have asked you to stop acting like you just got shot, but the years have softened him and the experiences have made him more compassionate. (Did you know that Chris was a fighter even as a member of S.T.A.R.S.?)

- He would know this from the beginning of your relationship and would be very patient and gentle.

- Like Leon, he would read everything he could find about endometriosis to know how to manage your attacks and relieve your symptoms

- He would give you lots of hugs, kisses and the best massages possible

- He would ask Claire and Jill for advice on a regular basis

- He would buy you relief food, the best painkillers and make sure you see the best doctors

- Chris would cook your favorite meals during every crisis, because the guy has cooking skills, since he raised Claire (and he had to handle a lot of things after his parents died) and would agree to watch your favorite movies, even the ones he hate so much.

- "Is this going to stop us from having a family?" he'd ask after a year of dating. Chris is father material and would love to start a family, despite all the risks involved. This would also be his way of asking you if you would wanna start a family with him.

CARLOS OLIVEIRA

- Carlos would be panicked. Really panicked. He'd be gnawing on his fingers until they were a a little bit bloody.

- He would ask you all the time what you need, what he can do for you and he would do it immediately.

- Like Chris, he knows how to cook and will use his skills to charm your taste buds to make you forget all your symptoms, especially the pain.

- Carlos would find THE solution: to make you laugh, to entertain you. It would start by doing a little dance, salsa while cooking, with a very kitschy apron.

- He would start singing with a sugar baby Russian accent in the most hilarious way (A/N: I have nothing against Russians, I just needed an example 💜) because he's very good at imitating accents

- He'd go so far as to twerk on you, when your pain would be less severe

- When you're better, he would take you to the spa so your body can relax and you can spend romantic moments together (he's a sentimental guy but he'll never say it out loud)

ALBERT WESKER

- You would have hidden your illness from him since you know he doesn't want a weak human, also because you knew how lucky you were that he considers you almost his equal

- The way he would find out? Albert would start planning to bring an heir into the world, without even telling you. First, he'd swap your birth control pill for a placebo without you even realizing it. Your symptoms would get stronger and you wouldn't know why for months, but you'd keep hiding it from him. For a few months, he would keep having sex with you, mostly based on your menstrual cycle. The fact that you didn't get pregnant would raise questions.

- He would start making more and more researches about your health, including your fertility. As an extremely intelligent and scientific man, he would quickly guess that you have endometriosis.

- At first, he would hesitate to break up with you, since you can't give him an heir.

- He would come around to the realization that he's really in love with you and would confront you about it before trying to reassure you, but... He's Wesker, not Chris.

- He would try to develop a treatment, even though it's not his field of research, and inject products into your body to make you hyper fertile. Then he would market his new products on the black market.

- Albert isn't the most understanding person, but he would make sure you that you take your treatments, eat properly and stay hydrated. He would also give you some massages.

- You would have by your side the best specialists because you are precious to him. After all, you are the Goddess of the next world.

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Hey! I'm taking some Resident Evil requests, especially headcanons with Albert Wesker, Leon S. Kennedy and Chris Redfield 😏

Shaking like a leaf (Albert Wesker x reader)

Pairing: Albert Wesker x autistic!reader

Disclaimer: I’m french and even though I've been learning English for ten years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

In order to write this imagine, I had to do some research. I sincerely hope I didn't make a mistake or something that would offend someone. If I did, I apologize.

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• Albert isn't someone attracted to “weak” people. He avoids them, so you would to hide your autism from him, sorry :(

• Would get attached to you because you're intelligent, even very intelligent, but less than him because he wants to stay superior to you. Remember, he has a God complex

• Doesn't understand why you're being this sensitive to new routines and sudden changes in your planning, he just thinks you're stressed because you're putting too much pressure on your shoulders

• "Why don't you take a few days off? You know what? I'm giving you those days off. Go have fun somewhere." Yep, that man knows he wants productive people around him. To achieve this, he needs them to be relaxed and happy...

• "Still anxious? Okay, let's have a talk. What's wrong?" and he becomes suspicious

• Within the months, he's getting closer to you and sees how upset you could become over small things and also how you can be obsessed with some things. He loves when you escape his gaze, enable to look at him in the eyes for too long. He always likes to take your chin between his hands and give you some tasks with his raspy voice.

• Wesker notices there are things you don't get, especially some jokes and sarcasm. That's how he understands you're not like everyone and being a doctor, it clicks in his head. He knows.

• In the end, it doesn't prevent him to get closer to you and asks you on dates. He tells you exactly what's gonna happen, so you don't have to stress yourself. The only surprise at the end of your first date is a soft kiss on your lips, before he tells you how hard he desires you.

• "I figured out what's your secret, Y/N. I don't really care, I like you. Now, can you stop shaking like a leaf?" Presses a kiss on top of your head.

• Wesker is a patient man. Look, he waited for so long to leave and betray Umbrella, same thing with Excella. So, he doesn't mind explaining things to you, if you're ready to listen to him.

• He's not the most social man, he doesn't like 90% of filthy humans, tolerates only 7% and likes around 3%... So, he won't help you to develop social skills. Sorry.

• Albert Wesker isn't that much a sex addict, but he likes some good 🐱. So, weither you're a virgin or not, he would slowly introduce you to sex with him and be soft, always testing the waters with new things to make sure you won't get scared, anxious, and will enjoy yourself! After all, sex should be only about passion and fun!

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God complex (Albert Wesker x reader)

Request: May I request headcanons for Albert Wesker if he had a s/o who was a doctor or a psychiatrist. Thanks!

Warning: mental disorder (God complex)

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

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When you started to study psychology, humans and social sciences, you were curious about people's minds, how some illnesses could appear and how you could treat them. 

When you met Albert, he had already developed his God Complex and after several weeks of being around him, you finally figured him out. This man was definitely not normal. That's what made you want to get closer to him to understand why and how. Your curiosity, again! And yet, you knew it was wrong because your profession strictly forbade you to diagnose people who didn't want to be diagnosed if they didn't consent (or if they weren't a murderer, for example).

Surprisingly, you were the first to initiate a date with Wesker. You pretended wanting to have a coffee somewhere other than the labs and he came with you, after telling him you had to talk about the behavior of some of the employees. This wasn’t true, but he agreed.

As the weeks went by and you tried to find out more about him, you grew closer and closer to the point you developed a strong attraction to him. 

One night, while you were at home, after having sex, he discovered the notebook you kept about him. In a fit of rage, when you came out of your bathroom, wearing only a towel, he slammed you against the wall, his hand on your throat.

"Who do you think you are to invade my privacy?! Do you think I'm completely crazy?!"

"No, you're intriguing. But right now, you're a lot less so. Killing me won't do any good to you. It won't help you feel better about your life." 

He growled, furious. His red snake eyes glowed in the darkness of your room.

"Who told you I was bad, mmh?"

"I don't know, maybe the fact that you're about to strangle me!"

Without a warning, he released you, retrieved his clothes and left your room.

For a week he ignored you and refused to talk to you, just as you refused to see him. After eight days, he came back to you, on the occasion of a celebration. Of course, he didn't apologize, because Albert Wesker never apologize, but he made it clear he understood that he acted like an asshole.

In the following weeks you slept together many times and unfortunately for Albert and his ego, he became attached to you. So much that he asked you to be his girlfriend, to make sure you wouldn't go to anyone else. He wanted exclusivity over you because he’s a possessive man.

Over the months, in a quiet relationship, he ends up opening up to you, talking about his horrible childhood, his life choices, why and how. You eventually realized that no one could help Albert, as he had been shaped in one way for so long. He would remain manipulative, lying, possessive, toxic, determined to shape the world in his image. The trap of your passion for psychology was slowly closing on you, because as long as Albert wanted you, you wouldn’t escape him. Never.

Finally, Wesker would manipulate you into believing that he was gradually healing because of you... To better keep you with him.

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Covidead - Albert Wesker x reader

Request: Some headcanons about Wesker with darling that caught COVID?

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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Albert was immune to diseases, so he was never sick and almost expected the same thing from his partner. So, when that COVID shit happened, he was so chill about it and didn't care at all.

But when you finally caught it, and you didn't know how, you thought it was just a cold. Except that the pains in your muscles and headaches were far too intense, while your nose was stuffed and you kept coughing. You had huge dark circles around your face. 

When Albert returned from a business trip after four days away and saw you half-dead on your couch, he frowned and approached you. You waved to him and closed your eyes. After a few explanations, he went to find something to make the damn disease go away, using his stock of medicines, to replace them with the ones the pharmacy had given you because, according to him, they were: "crap that won't make you feel better".

Even if Albert isn’t always understanding, he doesn't like to see you like this, so he will become your personal doctor, just for you.

Broths? Check. Throat lozenges? Check. Throat spray? Check. Nose spray? Check. Painkillers? Check. This man is ready for anything. 

He's the partner who gives you the best tips and tricks to get rid of covid really fast.

He'll even watch Disney movies with you, under the covers, stroking your hair, even if seeing Simba die for the tenth time makes him roll his eyes.

Wesker feeling sorry for you will even go buy your favorite snacks to make you feel better, if you could keep your sense of smell and taste.

"Can we have sex?"

"Do I look good enough to have sex with you?"

"You'll just have to relax... You owe me that much, I'm healing you."

You throw your slippers in his face to shut him up.

"I'm going to hit you so hard you'll pass out, Wesker!"

"You wouldn't dare?"

"You really want to try?"

Wesker finds out that you can be really savage when you're tired and sick... He willingly lets you take over in the relationship, if it makes you feel better.

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Annoying Wesker - Albert Wesker x reader

Request: can I request a short female reader who has a tendency to simply annoy Wesker? I feel like if I lived with him I would suddenly look him in the face and say "I could eat your ass right now, asshole" and run away, after 5 minutes I would come back to him showing him a video of a puppy on the phone and crying about how cute the dog was KKSJSND -> a/n : I love this request, it made me laugh! :)

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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Wesker is a serious man. So serious that he doesn't like when someone annoys him, even if he laughs at jokes. But in deciding to be in a relationship with you, he probably made a big mistake... For his ego.

To tell the truth, it was no surprise, even before dating him, you loved to tease him, always gently, but it could be about his sexual skills, his taste in clothes or even the size of his butt. What? That man has a juicy ass! You slap his butt all the time when no one is around and it makes him grunt.

When you got together, after a week, you gave him the challenge to make you cum in less than five minutes, without playing with your clit. Poor Wesker... You loved annoying him about it, but don't worry, he passed the challenge!

And as much as you like your size difference, you love playing with it.

"Albert! Can you grab those plates, please?" *Grab his ass as he grabs them*

After a while together, Albert has finally gotten used to your temper, so he doesn't mind. If anything, he rolls his eyes.

"Can't you stop acting like a child, Y/N?"

Until one day... you found out he had a son: Jake. Of course, they weren't close at all, never met, and Albert didn't know he'd gotten a girl pregnant in the early 90s. If he had known, he would have taken the kid to raise him in his own way. 

"Are you serious? I just found out from your employees!"

"Calm down. It's not important, he's never been out of my life," he replied with his husky voice and sexy look. Way too sexy for this situation.

"I could eat your ass right now, asshole."

You were angry. Really pissed. And you ran away, not too far, just to your shared bedroom, closing the door behind you. Meanwhile, you were on your cellphone and social medias... To find videos of cute dogs. That's what made you unlock the door and join Wesker in the living room.

"Are you crying? I thought you wanted to eat my ass?" He teased you back for once.

"Shut up! Look at that cute little dog!" You showed him your phone screen.

"Seriously?"

You slapped his arm and wiped away your tears, shaking your head.

"How could you fuck so many women and have so many girlfriends back then? You're so bad at making your partner feel better!" you complained, before dropping onto the couch like a drama queen, literally on top of him.

"Because my dick is the best you can find."

"Yeah... Lucky bastard," you muttered.

Albert started to stroke your hair, trying to make you feel better. You couldn't react like that for no reason, right? Maybe something happened in your body.

"Are you pregnant? Or are you on your period?"

"One more word and I'll punch you."

"I love you too, dwarf."

He got punched in the arm.

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Family - Albert Wesker x Reader

Request: Hello! Do you write pregnant reader? If so, may I request Wesker finding out his s/o who’s younger than him is pregnant and his reaction? It can be head canon or imagine! Thank you and have a nice day 💕

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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When you first started dating Wesker, he was very honest with you about what he wanted from his partner. Among all his expectations, he wanted to quickly start a family, as he saw the years slipping away with no heir to take over his empire.

"Your youth is an asset, Y/N."

He was right, you had just turned 25, after all. 

Being a pragmatic man, he waited only a year into the relationship to consider starting a family with you, because he was sure you were the woman for him. He didn't pressure you to get pregnant right away, but he did tell you about his desires, such as having a child within the next two years.

If he could expect you to get pregnant, you tricked him into a double surprise. First, you planned the pregnancy without even telling him. You made him think you were still on the pill so he wouldn't expect it.

Wesker was a proud, arrogant person who liked to have the spotlight on him when it came to his work. On the other hand, he liked discretion when it came to his personal life. For his birthday, you had decided to do something at home, decorating your living room for a romantic atmosphere, you had called a caterer who took care of the cooking and you waited for him. He thanked you with a sweet kiss, promising to give you a hard time in your bed.

You were able to eat and talk about everything and anything, until dessert, when you decided to take a break. For the occasion, you decided to give him two packages, the first one containing a luxury watch. 

When he opened the second package, his eyes widened, seeing a positive pregnancy test and small white woolen slippers.

"How...? I thought you were still on the pill?" he asked, in a husky voice.

"I wanted to surprise you."

Wesker got up from his chair and wrapped his muscular arms around you, pressing kisses all over your face, before kissing you full on the lips. He was still surprised, but happy, so that a smile stretched the corners of his lips.

"I love you so much..." he breathed against your lips.

All evening long, Albert would not stop sliding a hand over your still flat belly, amazed at the idea that a little being, the fruit of your union, could grow there.

"This is the best gift of my life, you couldn't do better... Even if I like the watch!"

"To thank me, you owe me a full body massage."

"If it ends up like in the porn, I won't refuse."

That night, Wesker slept like a baby... He couldn't remember sleeping so well all night. He was now fulfilled, he had a great partner, and he was soon to be a father. That was true wealth.

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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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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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How would Wesker decide the perfect mate?

This is a mystery that only Scooby-Doo can solve, but I want to try to answer it. I didn’t know if you wanted a headcanon or a simple answer, so I wrote a very small "headcanon":

Wesker needs a s/o who’s naive, not too sociable (not a lot of friends) and doesn’t ask too many questions, so he can manipulate her. In the same time, it helps to hide as long as he can what he does for a living and some power

He’s a dominant man in bed and in his everyday life with his partner, because he wears the pants! So, his mate has to be submissive

Albert is an old man with old perceptions of a couple, so it could be even better if his partner can cook and is a gourmet

A younger one, as he gets older, he’s into younger women

Needs an intelligent and cultured partner. You mix up well known countries on a map? You’re already losing points

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

Progenitor woman (part 3) - Albert Wesker x reader

Warnings: kidnapping, experimentation

Disclaimer: English isn't my native language (I'm french), so you can correct me if you spot somes mistakes :) + i'm updating after 7 months... Sorry!

Part 1 - Part 2

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DAY 12

All evening, Wesker had let you enjoy whatever you wanted: eating a generous meal of your choice, devouring deliciousness, and even taking you to a room with a huge flat-screen TV to watch the movies of your choice. Yet you weren't naive enough to believe that these were acts of pure kindness, he must have had something in mind… But what? The man was hard to read. Extremely difficult to read. Just thinking about it made the hairs on your body stand on end, in a bad way. A bad feeling quickened your pulse and twisted your gut, especially when it came time to go back to your cell, to sleep in that cozy, albeit medical, bed.

"Why this special treatment? I'm sure you never behaved like this with your other guinea pigs." The virologist had sketched a shark-like smile, revealing large, bright white teeth aligned with perfection. With his hands in the pockets of his lab coat, which contrasted in whiteness, against his black pants and shirt, his casual look told you that looked good to you. "Because you're my favorite." "Creepy…" you muttered, before wincing. Clearly, your situation looked like some kind of a low-budget horror movie, with an antagonist who would develop a repulsive obsession with a pretty young woman he had locked up in his home. In short, Beauty and the Beast in a creepy version. Although… The original story is disgusting enough. Who seriously french kiss an animal and has sex with them? Completely mentally disturbed people, of course. "Come on, let's go." Without a warning, he grabbed your hand, a hold you tried to break free of; in vain. With each additional movement, he tightened his grip, to the point where it began to hurt. At that moment, you understood it was better to avoid annoying Wesker… Behaving as he expected was probably the best option to get out of those damn laboratories that were always making you nauseous. Without a word, he led you down the long corridors beside him, before taking you into a room. There was a huge TV, almost like a home cinema. The room was deserted. Wesker soon turned on the television, invited you to sit on the couch in the corner of the room, and then provided you with a blanket. "How about some popcorns?" "That would be lovely of you, if you offered me some… But since you are incapable of empathy and…" Suddenly, one of his leather-gloved hands grabbed your chin with force. Your heart skipped a beat. Your eyes widened. Your sweaty hands began to shake. With his free hand he took off his glasses and forced you to look into his eyes… This time your heart was pounding. Terror was coursing through your veins… His red eyes. Like a snake. Like a monster… They watched you, like a predator admires a prey. "Could you show some gratitude for once, sweetheart? You wouldn't want me to get mad and ruin your pretty face, would you?" he whispered in his husky voice. You swallowed with difficulty, your mouth suddenly pasty, dry. Gradually you swallowed your pride, aware it was better to keep your thoughts to yourself. Oh yes, you had no doubts, he wouldn't hesitate to slap or punch you if you crossed the line. Slowly, his fingers slid from your chin to your neck, caressing your thin epidermis. This simple gesture made you shiver, without you being able to know if they were the product of terror or… Desire. Then he grabbed your neck, wrapping his fingers around it. After a few seconds of studying your face, he released you, left the couch you were sitting on and left the room, locking it behind him. He would never give you a chance to escape… No way.

He came back a few moments later, as promised, with a huge package of popcorn, but his actions had spoiled your appetite. Logical, isn't it? In the night, you dreamt that he strangled you, until he broke your neck without any difficulty. Contrary to the clichés movies, you didn't wake up with a start, covered in sweat. No, you remained stoic, your eyes riveted into the immaculate white ceiling, wondering what was waiting for you today… Was your dream premonitory or were you getting anxious for so little? I mean, what was "little" in your situation? You don’t get kidnapped everyday by a scientist for obscure reasons. You missed your home, your family, your friends, more and more. You were thinking of finding a way to kill yourself, the fastest way you could, without you managing to find one… At least that bastard wouldn't get anything from you! "Are you going to stare at that bland ceiling for long?" a hoarse voice cut you off. You jumped and turned your head to finally meet the eyes of your worst nightmare. Dr. Albert Wesker, standing in the doorway, straight as a board. "No…" you breathed out before imagining yourself stabbing him in the carotid artery. Feeling an iron smell fill the air would turn your stomach, you'd probably watch all that hot, crimson liquid spill from his wound to your hands in horror, but you'd have taken your revenge. Better yet, you would have proven to his team of idiots that they couldn't just go after civilians like that without expecting repercussions… Every action has consequences, you've been told all your life. So why did bastards like them live a perfectly normal life? That life didn't come to devour them violently, like zombies, leaving only a few shreds of flesh on their bones? "Get up. I'll take you to have a breakfast somewhere else, but first, get dressed." You left the bed, then nodded at him to leave the room. Yet he didn't move an inch. "Can you give me some privacy, please?" "I won't move. Now hurry up, if you don't want me to get mad." Were you really going to undress in front of this man? No… You could always change in the bathroom, but for some reason, the door wouldn't close anymore… You took a deep breath, jumped out of bed and slid your hands over the edges of your tank top, ready to take it off… Obviously, this man wanted to humiliate and break you in every way possible.

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Albert Wesker - Nsfw headcanon

Warnings: nsfw, sexlife

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

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Wesker is into shorter partners (it's not difficult since this man is already so tall)

He's a traditional man, just like his favourite positions: Doggystyle and missionary

Loves having the control over his partner's body, that's why he rarely let his partner ride him

Albert has many kinks: being called "God", choking his partner, breeding kink, public sex. As you can see, he's a dirty man, really dirty. Oh and be ready for being slapped on the ass regularly

"Fuck... I'm gonna cum, baby. Let me cum inside you, taking my seed so well, to give me an heir." He would groan in your ear, his warm breath waving on your skin, while trusting hard and fast inside you.

And if he could fuck you during a meeting in front of many people, he would.

If you're just a random person, he's gonna care about his own pleasure, he doesn't give a fuck if you orgasm or not. Sorry.

But if you're his partner, he's gonna make you remember his cock until the end of your life 

He likes having quickies everywhere: the dining table, the beach, the cinema, the restaurant... He loves taking risks as you already know.

"Albert, there are kids around."

"And?"

"I don't want to traumatize them."

"Let's prepare them. Half of them will hear or see their parents banging." He chuckled and kept pressing kisses on your neck, his hands between your thighs.

He lasts 5min for a quickie, 15min for regular sex and 30-40min for something intense but good luck, you won't be able to walk straight for two days 

He's into hygiene, so if you're home, expect to quickly take a shower after sex 

Buys tons of expensive and beautiful sexy lingerie for you to wear as often as possible. It magically turns him on.

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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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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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