#Muse: Albert Wesker

[lambinarmor]

even Wesker takes breaks

[weskie]

I may be on an island alone here, but I think wesker would let his s/o peg him if he loved and trusted them fully

I think he has an extremely strong preference not to have control taken from him in situations of vulnerability, but were he to not feel so vulnerable... were he to be with someone who didn't make him feel that he was being stripped of his control, well...

You'd have to ease him into it bit by bit. Maybe start with a finger one day, just teasing his hole while you're going down on him. Be gentle about it and go slow. Let him know that he has the power to end it all with just one word. Feel his hand tangle in your hair to direct you up and down his cock. Feel the clench of his rim as you massage him looser and looser until you can dip the tip inside. Hear his little gasp. Feel that ring of muscle tighten around your fingertip, the way he throbs and spills in your throat.

Don't mention that he gave in like that.

Until the next time you two are intimate, that is. Until you've got your fingertip inside of him again and ask if you can go deeper. He'll clench around you and bite back that initial gasp of surprise when you go deeper, and then once more when you find that spot that's just so sensitive. He's not quite ready for you to thrust your digits, so just give him soft circles of pressure and kiss him while he squirms. Let him grip you by the neck and stare deep in your eyes with his own red, glowing, cat-like orbs, all hazed with bliss. They flicker brighter and brighter the closer he gets. Go ahead and ride him in reverse so that he can know how good it feels to be inside of you while you're inside of him. It's mutual that way. The power is balanced, but he takes that slightest bit more when he watches his come seep out of you and down his cock.

Aftercare will involve a lot of thanking. He has to feel like it's all his idea. He's giving you a gift by letting you penetrate him and you'd better show your gratitude.

Next time, you may insert a second finger. He's not so reserved with his gasps and moans as you scissor his hole open.

He comes from penetration alone this time, much to his humiliation. He takes you apart with his tongue as punishment until he's hard and ready for more. Wesker simply wanted to come so quickly and easily so that he could stick it out for you and last longer, obviously...

Day by day, bit by bit, teach him that there's nothing to fear. There is no loss to his pride and he holds control through it all.

You come home to a present one day. A strap-on, matched to your skin tone, and not too big in size. He demands you fuck him with it. Holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger and tells you how to do it: what position, how hard, how much to lube him up.

Sooner or later, he doesn't even feel the need to protect his pride while you thrust into him.

He knows you'll show him the reverence he deserves.

All 8 inches of it.

[nekrosdolly]

a silly little blurb (written on my phone)

a/n; if you don't own a hairdryer + hairspray, you do now. y'all are married. wrote this instead of sleeping, wesker is soft in this, sue me. set before the events of 1998, a few weeks prior.

thirty minutes. it's been thirty minutes and he still can't get his hair right.

albert looks down at his hands, covered in hair gel, then at his hair with a huff. this is the last thing he needs to do before he goes to work. he's in uniform for the most part, undershirt included, sans his blue button up and shoes.

on the bathroom counter lies a thin-tooth comb, also slathered with gel on the teeth. nothing has worked. his hair is so... flat. disappointing. soggy with too much hairgel and not enough hair to distribute it evenly.

you're asleep during all this, though the light seeping from the bathroom door hits your eyes and starts to rouse you.

he's never been so frustrated. genuinely frustrated.

"god damnit. i don't need this." he grumbles as he hastily cleans up the mess he's made of the bathroom. he's as quiet as can be, and yet you knock on the bathroom door anyway. he jumps- how did that startle him?

"baby?" you mumble, rubbing your face with one hand, "you alright? i heard cussing." you lean against the doorframe, heavy with sleep that lingers in your bones.

"fine, dear, really." he says over his shoulder, still in a crisis over his hair. really, he's not that old, how is his hair so thin already?

"m'kay. im coming in." you push the door open before he can protest, let alone hide his disaster of a hairdo. he accepts this minor defeat, half expecting you to say something about his hair when you walk in.

but you don't. you kiss his cheek and mumble a tired "good morning," before walking over to the sink to brush your teeth and start your day. he stares, puzzled as to why you're not seeing what he sees.

"morning, dear." he says quietly, grabbing his overshirt and shrugging it on as you finish up brushing your teeth. his fingers are still a bit slippery with hair gel as he fumbles with the white pearly buttons. wonderful, another frustrating thing. of course you notice.

"need help?" you look at him through the mirror as you're starting your skincare routine. you haven't even put on your cleanser yet and he's already struggling- again.

"that would be nice, thank you. it seems that my fingers have some leftover gel on them." he steps towards you as you turn to face him. your deft fingers make quick work of the buttons. you can definitely tell something is bugging him, but you're not sure what. his brows are furrowed as he watches you and holds your waist.

"your hair looks different." you glance up at the mop on his head, sodden with gel and shiny. he frowns. you withhold a giggle. he looks like a wet cat.

"believe me, i know." he grumbles, and you just can't help it. you chuckle and he furrows his eyebrows at you, his upper lip twitching.

"don't be such a sourpuss, hm?" you leave the top two buttons undone the way he likes and peck his frowning lips. he brings you in for a real kiss, one you've been anticipating. he always kisses you more when he's grumpy about something. he's less frustrated when you break the kiss, his frown less severe.

"how long until you need to be in?" you scope out the disaster on his head, taking a few oversaturated strands in hand to assess the damage.

"an hour, but i was hoping to go in early... why?" he glances at your hand, then at your contemplative expression.

"well, maybe i could fix your hair." you suggest. his frown disappears.

"are you sure, darling? i'd hate to waste your time."

"it's not waste." you grab a towel and drape it over his shoulders- no point in removing his work shirt after you spent time buttoning it for him. he can deal with a few wet patches here and there.

"right. so what am i doing to fix this," he gestures to his hair, "issue?" his eyes follow you as you walk to the shower and turn on the water to hot.

"stick your head under the faucet and rinse the gel out. we'll blow dry it and go from there." he's less excited now. the last thing he wants to do is drench his uniform, but if you say it'll help...

reluctantly, he ducks his head under the faucet after removing his glasses and groans quietly at the uncomfortable feeling of water dripping down his neck. you come beside him to work the water through his hair and rinse away the sticky hair gel.

"darling." he's complaining, gripping the towel around his shoulders and you smile to yourself at the sight.

"alright, alright. i think it's out." you shut off the faucet and wring out the remaining water from his hair the best you can.

"thank god." he mutters under his breath, drying his hair off with the towel while you grab the blow dryer, a cylindrical hair brush, and a wide-tooth comb. you plug the appliance in and sit on the sink's countertop, gesturing for him to come closer and kneel down. he does as you ask, resting his head on your thigh.

you brush through his hair with the wide-tooth comb first. occasionally, he presses a kiss or two two the inside of your thigh, something he's doing to show appreciation. you try not to think about how good he looks on his knees in favor of staying focused on the task at hand; helping your husband with his hair. to busy himself so he's not just sitting there, he's taken to massaging your calf.

moments like these, you'll remember forever.

you pick up some styling mousse and heat protectant to lather in his damp hair. when you pick up the blow dryer and hair brush, he comes a bit more curious. you wrap his hair around the cylindrical brush and focus the heat on the section.

you continue to do this, section by section, until his hair looks pretty close to his usual style. he's nearly fallen asleep, kept half-awake by the annoyingly loud hair dryer.

"almost done." you grab hairspray from your side of the counter and shield his eyes before spraying a healthy amount. you hold your breath, but albert doesn't mind the chemicals- can't be worse than what he's going to do to his body soon enough.

he's staring up at you, his eyes half-lidded and sleep evident on his sharp features.

"are we done, my dove?" he asks, sitting back on his ankles and rubbing his bleary eyes. you return his glasses to him and he slips them on, standing up and using the counter as leverage. like this, he's caging you against the mirror with his large frame. you can't say you mind, though. he examines his hair haphazardly and ducks his head to kiss you.

"ah," you place a hand over his mouth gently, stopping him in his tracks. his eyebrows furrow, his eyes narrowing.

"work. you're going to be late." you remind him, to which he rolls his eyes at and moved your hand off his mouth.

"yes, that would be an issue. thank you for fixing my hair, dearest." he pecks your lips before peppering your face with soft, sweet kisses.

"albert. work. go." you intend on sounding stern but it's impossible when he's being sweet, so you end up turning him around by the shoulders and ushering him out of the bathroom. he goes easily, given that the future of your lives is at stake, and grabs his work bag as well as his badge and gun. you clean up in the bathroom and meet him by the front door.

"see you tonight, alby. i love you."

the blush that rises to his cheeks whenever you call him that is intense.

"indeed. i love you too." you give him one final kiss on the lips before he leaves for the next 8-10 hours. you're going back to bed.

[enoshimastims]

[willxtoxsurvive]

Thinking about how Jake was taught to respect his father even if he was also never even told what Wesker's name was and was let to believe that Wesker was just some deadbeat. Thinking about how Jake was 14-15 when he had to drop out of school and become a mercenary to support his sick mother in 2007. Thinking about how by 2009 (the same year Wesker died), Jake's mom was probably already dead because he was all the way in the South American jungle, getting BETRAYED and almost stabbed to death because his own trainer, the man he'd grown to see as a father figure, sold out his unit to the enemy and everyone except Jake died. Thinking about how despite having never met Wesker and thinking of him as a deadbeat, Jake gets so upset about Chris confessing to murdering him that he almost shoots him. Thinking about how when he finally calms down from that, during the fight alongside Chris and Piers, he lets Chris know that he wants to know more about his father. Thinking about how, as far as the game shows, he doesn't get to have that conversation with Chris and instead all he knows is from the time on the laboratory in China, and the conclusion he reaches from that is that his father was "A freakin' nutjob who almost destroyed the world." and that "Crazy runs in the family."

[wanderingaroundwithmysoul]

“  that isn’t ‘just a scratch’.  ”

Rain needed time to catch her breath, which was what she liked to call summoning the strength to grit her teeth and push on despite the circumstances. The remark had been an automatic one. "Just a scratch." You'd almost always find her saying stuff like that when she was looking rough. She hated being perceived as weak or a liability. She had cracked exactly once during a mission that quickly became FUBAR, and she didn't intend to do it again.

If not for the wall behind her, Rain would have surely been on the floor. Even with its support, she was hardly keeping upright. Her knees were halfway to buckling beneath her. As she stared up at the blond-haired man from beneath her sweat-slicked brow, she stubbornly attempted to straighten her legs somewhat.

"Who..." Another pained grunt escaped her lips, cutting her words short. Things tended to not hurt as much as they should have anymore, but goddamn, this was bad. Rain's entire midsection felt as though it were being stabbed with huge, hot needles. "Who the hell are you...?" Blood was steadily continuing to seep through both her shirt and jacket, and was now encroaching on the nylon webbing of her belts. She pressed her arm harder against her stomach. The creature—or B.O.W., rather—that swiped her with its claws was massive.

With an unsteady arm, she raised her Smith & Wesson at the man. "Don't... Don't come any closer."

[as-above-is-moving]

Just a WIP, probably will delete later ;;>> *colors not withstanding, I just wanted to differentiate my very hard to read sketching

[dark-lina]

Dead by Daylight side muses ( from Morgan Au)

Jade ( ghost face)

Danny Johnson aka Jade Olsen,

Age around 20, although she looks like a teenager, thanks to her young appearance. She was able to pretend to be a teenager always in the last year of high school, where she administered "justice" as a Ghostface by killing the more popular kids who bullied others. Sometimes she gave a second chance, but very rarely. The reports and photos she wrote for the local newspaper as a "young journalist" about Ghost Face were selling like hot cakes, but once the police were on her trail, she was disappered. In the fog, she no longer has to wear fully covered black clothes, so she wears bold, colorful and shiny outifits.

Her outfits sometimes even fluoresce in the dark. She paints murals in various parts of the fog, and has also become somewhat friends with Pyramidgirl, understanding what she is saying through her sounds.

She used to have a crush on Morgan. She has two personalities… when she puts on the " ghostface" mask, she becomes a murderand performs her tasks of hunting survivalists conscientiously.

Without the mask she is just herself.

She is crazy about new things when it comes to photography, she has an arrangement with Morgan to supply newer gadgets. Her blood is of the AB Rh- type, very rare and desired by vampires.

Pyramidgirl

Pyramid Girl is the female version of Pyramid Head. They have a lot in common, their powers and goals are similar, but there are some differences in personality.

Thanks to her "friendship" with Jade, Pyrmaidgirl has developed her own personality, she is interested in many things and activities that mortals do. She is very fond of Morgan and has almost hugged him to death several times.

Well Morgan is one of only two people who understand her sounds. To communicate with others, she writes on a piece of paper.

Her sounds resemble silver bells and wind chimes.

Jade got her hands on her sword, so that's why it's glowing green and pink.

Ali Wesker

Albertine ( Ali ) Wesker ,the female equivalent of Albert Wesker, except that in her space-time she was the good side where Chris was the bad guy. She suffered a similar fate to her male counterpart. Except instead of sleeping, she woke up here. The role of a killer doesn't bother her, those she hunts are traitors in her eyes. She treats the remaining killers quite indifferently, although she feels a certain responsibility for the younger part of them, such as Legion or Jade. Meeting other versions of herself was a bit of a shock for her, but she accepted it over time.

[lambinarmor]

umbrella employee studies

[dxrknessembr8ced]

" You fools thought you'd never see me again haven't you? "

" Never thought I be teaming up with you, Albert.... "

[brinefrolick]

{ shades that hide my tears as i get legitimately emotional just sitting here THINKING about her (rambling in tags) }

[melpcmene-arch]

@peacereflected has sent this in: 🙌 [ for wesker , from leon ] | send 🙌 to grab my muse by the throat. ( accepting !! )

It was a tactical approach - that is what Wesker told himself when the Mastermind bounded towards a familiar face. The coils of the Uroboros began to form; snake-like cords spiralling around the man's hand. He strode with an unapproachable air - coolness in every feature before his expression hardened. "Leon."

And then he charges forward. He hasn't seen that face in ages, and yet it mildly annoys him and makes him feel conflicted. He bounds forward, and the cord-like coils had soon wrapped around Leon's neck-- tight, squeezing it hard on purpose as Wesker slams Leon into the nearest wall. "Leon Fuckin' Kennedy."

[ask--dbd--wesker]

🐒 - What’s their favorite animal?

🤔 - What’s something they’ll never understand?

🍳 - How well can they cook?

🧑‍🍼 - How do they feel about kids?

🐒 - a snake, probably, since his creation is called Uroboros, coming from the creature Ouroboros, a creature coming from the old egypt, a snake consuming itself, which makes sense since the people who cant contain Uroboros will be consumed by it.

Or pigs, since Wesker calls the STARS team his piggies

🤔- a lot. Honestly, this man is OLD and he does not understand most of the behavior of the people of today. He does not understand religion, basic human normal behavior, how people cant take care of themself, the enviroment, animals etc.

🍳 - he cant. He doesnt cook as well. Max. he will do is heat something up in the microwave but he most likely wont do that either. He prepares only oats, porrdige and thats it. But at that he is SO GOOD

🧑‍🍼 - doesnt want them (Yes I know theres Jake but as far as I know Wesker doesnt know about his son, also this is DBD Wesker and my own interpretation). Wesker hates kids. He thinks they are annoying and you could spent your time on more important things.

[the-wild-card-hand]

✍️ + Albert Wesker. We need Complete Total Saturation

So, Ms. Wong made her choice with the Amber. It was an inconvenient set back, but not enough to halt his plan. He had other avenues, other places to turn up and people to squeeze.

His partnership with the Head of Tricell, Excella Gionne, was already in the steps to get her people into Africa as a head of a Humanitarian project in the area. Samples of the Progenitor could be taken to gather the final data on his Magnum Opus.

Wesker had to smile though as he sipped from his Old Fashioned, even if Ada had a change of heart nothing truly changed.

"I suppose I should thank you Professor Navarro, even in death your research will bring about the new dawn." Wesker spoke "Here is to hoping your death was painless."

Luis Serra Navarro was a blessing in disguise. A former Umbrella Scientist who worked on the Nemesis Project, data that was gathered by the late Nichoali Zinoviev during the Fall of Raccoon City, how it pursued the remaining members of STARS, disappointing considering what remained then was Braddigan Vickers and Jill Valentine. To see the data against Chris Redfield would of been a joyful occasion.

The next plan was in Motion. Wesker was gonna reach out to some former agents at the FBC. Some now working for the BSAA to look into a derivative of the T-Virus. The T-Abyss. Perhaps a certain element there could work for Uraburos, and if not, he could slide it to his sister Alex. Rumor has it she has a lucrative lab on a Gulag Island.

"We are just getting started." No one would stand in his way.

[albert-whiskers]

🍓

👀

🍓What is something I and the mun disagree on?

👀 Am I getting along with them?

-

"What I and the mun disagree on?" Wesker thinks for a moment. He had not spoke to the mun that often. "I am not sure. But maybe we both disagree about how sociaty work."

-

Wesker laughs about the second question. "No, I am not that close with the mun. The mun is the reason I am weaker then I used to be."

[designedparadigm]

in the fog, ghost and wesker actively get along. they both find each other tolerable, as they share similar attitudes and ways of thinking. this leads to them often being seen in the vicinity of one another. they are both cold and calculating tacticians who know the embrace of death and to live past it. their overall callous attitudes are similar, as is their disdain for the living at large, seeing most of them as lesser. their desire for strong loyalty and hatred of betrayal toward them is also a shared factor.