wesker apologist

🥺 First time

// I’m gonna put this below the line because this involves child sexual abuse. Not meant to be read sexually, but how I view Wesker’s past:

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🍪 an after sex snack

I don’t see Wesker as someone who becomes hungry after sex. Well, not RE1R Wesker. RE5 Wesker is another discussion. Probably something healthy enough and provides lots of energy, like mixed nuts.

I see Wesker as someone who typically enjoys morning sex, so following intercourse, he’s likely to enjoy a bowl of porridge/oatmeal, with an espresso. His usual breakfast.

But, in the afternoon, nuts. Dried fruit too.

🍌 sex toy headcanon

Doesn’t necessarily rely on sex toys, only brings them in when he wants to be especially cruel. Pressing a vibrator to your already overstimulated and swollen clit, or dragging a flog over your breast and whipping you when you’re too noisy. I think he’d enjoy training you to be quiet, enjoys that fucked out, fatigued, and desperate expression plastered on your face as you attempt to stifle the downright animalistic sounds threatening to escape.

But again, I see Wesker as being into sounding, so he’d enjoy having it performed on him while you listen oh so obediently to his orders and instructions. Big doe eyes looking up at him, worried if you’re doing it right.

🤪 silly sex headcanon

If Wesker and you are drunk (and I say drunk, not tipsy or slightly intoxicated), he enjoys the sound of your giggling or laughing during sex. When he’s roaming his hands all over your soft body, groping firmly and trailing his fingernails down your sides, tickling you ever so slightly.

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This took me some time to think of-

Also, you can request other characters. If it doesn’t have a name attached to it, I may assume it’s Wesker 😅

🚨 sex that sent me to the ER headcanon

Spraining your shoulder. Likely from Wesker manhandling you into different positions. He’s a bit reckless when positioning you, he just wants to orchestrate you like his own doll. Pulling you by your shoulders and flipping you into your back, ignorant to how firm he’s holding you.

“Hush, quit your whining.”

He thought you were simply being bratty, that he had to fuck some understanding into you, make you submit. Only when you continue to wince and whimper when he continued to position your limbs to his wants and needs, pulling your arm above your head, making you sob out.

🚨 sex that sent me to the ER headcanon

After your first time with Wesker, you passed out. Whether it was due to him being a little too rough with you, or maybe you hadn’t had drank or ate enough. Perhaps showering together in boiling hot water exacerbated your lightheadedness.

I can just imagine Wesker being so caught off guard watching you slowly slide down the shower wall, loosely clinging to his forearm, slurring your speech and clutching your skull, trying to ease the dizziness. Despite recovering quickly, he was adamant you get checked because he was concerned you’d smacked your head against the tile flooring.

🚨 sex that sent me to the ER headcanon

Wax play gone wrong, lol. Leaving you with a welt on your breast, and a burn that appeared to blister and worsen the following morning. You tried to appear unaffected, but the skin was raw and sensitive and Wesker practically forced you to get it checked out.

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📱 phone sex headcanon

Oh. Now, imagining this in 1998, I’m sure Wesker would like it a lot. Perhaps he’s made an excuse for not being able to come home. Something about Chief Irons forcing him to stay late to fill out some more paperwork, you weren’t paying much attention. Too busy whining over the fact he wasn’t coming home. By now, you’re oblivious to him balancing Umbrella and STARS, so you simply take his word for it.

But you can’t deny how needy you’ve been, how your entire body has been aching for his return, waiting patiently to be held and groped and touched with those velvety, smooth hands. To feel his lips and teeth brush against your ear and his hips working against your rear, fingertips dipping between your legs, easing into your hole with performed practice.

You whine to him on the phone. You’re meek and bashful and shy, admitting that you’ve been so aroused all day. Pent up. You’re sexually frustrated. He can hear it in your voice, the trembling of your tone, how you practically coo into the phone pressed between your ear and shoulder, already toying with your clit.

Hearing your neediness leaves him erect. He can feel the stiffness between his legs and the heat, how it spreads down his back and envelops him, leaves a bead of sweat rolling down the back of neck. His private office feels humid all of a sudden.

“Go on, dear. I wanna hear.”

And he talks to you in that disapproving manner that makes you giggle because you can see right through it by now. You’ve been together so long, he’s learnt exactly what riles you up. He can hear the heaviness in your breath, how laboured your breathing becomes, how your whines shift up and octave when you’re nearing your orgasm. He entertains himself to the sound, using his very active imagination to picture how goddamn pathetic you likely look right now.

Bare back sticking to the bedsheets, the cord wrapped around your forearm, your trembling fingers struggling to properly grasp the handset as you moan for him. Just for Wesker, always for him. Fingers pushing into your eager hole that so desperately craves him, toes curled in rapture, just barely hanging on by a thread at the gravelly sound of his voice like this.

🍷 tipsy sex headcanon

I imagine Wesker to become almost immature when really drunk. I think it takes quite a lot to get him drunk, though. He holds himself together quite well. But, he behaves petulantly when he’s had too much. He’s chuckling, holding you closer to his chest, just a bit firmer with his touch. Even whining when you tease him, all with that lazy grin on his face. It’s the most human you’ll see him. When he’s not trying to hide behind the facade of a callous and detached Captain.

He keeps himself fairly composed when tipsy. He’s a lot warmer, easier to talk to, and you find your fingers curled in his locks of platinum hair, breaking his gel cast as you push it away from his face.

He can’t go for many rounds when he’s tipsy. It’s one of those times where he’ll allow you to ride him. He doesn’t mind if you’re a little drunker than he is, just watching you like this while cradling a beer in his hands, fingers grasping at his chest as you rock your hips gently. He admires your face, your legs, the entirety of your body.

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HAHAH, can’t imagine this guy as shy.

Wesker is a man of many talents. He isn’t going to shy away from anything. He shows you parts of yourself you didn’t even know existed, brings out what you’re into. He knows you better than you know yourself, especially when you’re on your back beneath him.

Actually, I think he’d be shy asking about positions where he’s more vulnerable. Where he’s tied up. Don’t mistake it for submission, because it’s not. Just allowing you to understand his body more.

You can pin his wrists to the bed frame, but he’s instructing you the entire time. It’s more so a test of trust, seeing how well you can follow orders. He praises you if you do well. But, allow him to order you around while you suck him off for the first time. Let him tell you what he’d like.

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🔪 dangerous headcanon

Wesker is into asphyxiation. He enjoys breath play. Something about wrapping one large hand around the circumference of your neck while he pushes inside of your hole. Especially if you’re a virgin, and you’re already panicking and trying to adapt to the pressure and stretch.

He loves watching you thrash and claw at his hand, leaving trails of red lines down his forearm as you fight for purchase. You breathe when he permits it. You’ll grow familiar with this at some point in your relationship, you’ll stop fighting and let him watch your eyes go lazy and half-lidded, watch your lips part and mouth go slack instinctively, your body gasping for any intake of oxygen he allows.

Especially loves choking you while you suck him off. Feeling himself inside of your throat turns him on to the max.

🚨 sex that sent me to the ER headcanon

Broken arm from him pulling it behind your back. He was simply trying to restrain you, had you on your stomach, and pulled an arm behind your back to pin it there. He’d done it plenty of times, a practiced move. Except, the snapping of your arm wasn’t something he’d heard previously.

💦 cum headcanon

On your face. On your back, too. But, he loves the ownership of painting your face in ropes of his release, letting it get into your soft hair, in your eyes. He likes it because he finds it humiliates you. You get so bashful like this. But it’s where you belong.

⛓️ kinky headcanon

I think he’d be into sounding. Or, roleplay. He likes seeing you all dressed up in some cosplay so he rip it off of you. Especially if it’s rough, controversial.

Exactly. Because if you’re dating Wesker, especially if you’re married to him, you will not be working. He believes in a traditional lifestyle, one where he takes care of his wife. You don’t have a steady flow of income, nor a place to call your own. You live off of Wesker’s money, inside of his home. You simply do the housework, and warm his sheets, painting the picture of a normal life for Wesker.

He’s very careful about who he chooses to involve in his life. This wasn’t a mistake, and he won’t risk losing you because you fail to comprehend his views.

He’s extremely abusive, but he’s manipulative enough to conceal and mask it as his adoration for you. That it’s just concern, that he cares. His violence is his expression for his love, his insults are only to better and improve you.

Try and leave him? Well, he’ll fuck you after arguing with you, just to shut you up. You’ll have hate sex, crying into his neck, whimpering that you despise him, that marrying him was the greatest mistake, all while clawing down his back for purchase, moaning like an animal for more. Telling him that you have a plan–you’re going to leave, start a life of your own, going to be independent.

He takes you without a condom, raw. You miss your period, one that he so carefully tracks. And you know, you just know.

You wouldn’t survive out there. Pregnant, without shelter and financial security. You’d barely be able to survive out there on your own, let alone bring a child into this world. And what company would accept someone who’d take maternity leave so soon? Your options were limited. So limited, you felt caged. Trapped.

And you sobbed. You cried, wept, wailed into Wesker’s chest while he held you against him, all while cooing at you, saying that you were being unreasonable and that he forgives you for what you said. You didn’t need to tell him, didn’t need to show him the positive pregnancy test or tell him you missed your period, your tears were all he needed.

He’s quick to begin setting up the nursery. He forces you to pick out baby clothing and caresses your bump, saying he loves you like this so much that he won’t see you any other way. Big and swollen and passing on his legacy. The thought terrorises you.

He forces you to join groups of fellow mothers to try and coerce you into enjoying pregnancy and motherhood. Forces you to bond with the child you never wanted, and scolding you when you experience postpartum depression. Saying you’re being ungrateful, that any woman would gratefully carry his offspring. The guilt consumes you. The thought of him leaving you for another woman has you scrambling to make things amend, has you jealous and trying to claim ownership over him.