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Last updated: 08/06/2026 (UK)

Wesker, my allegiance is to Umbrella, to science!

❤️ making love headcanon

Wesker really isn't the romantic sort, and that becomes more and more obvious the longer your relationship lasts. Once he's hooked you in with flowers and long heartfelt phone calls in the middle of the night, and reeled you into a commitment, the effort he puts into making you feel special wanes considerably.

It still happens, however, from time to time, when he thinks he needs to tighten his grip on you, or when he's feeling especially needy.

And it's like going back in time to those early days, when he'd cook for you and wear that cologne you like. I hope you're a good listener cause he talks a lot.

And long after he's dessert, when the dishes are done, and the stars are out, he'll lead you into the bedroom and makes love to you for the first time in a long time.

🛏️ soft sex headcanon

He hadn’t expected to care so much about your weaker emotions, but you’re always at least a little shaken up after particularly dangerous missions, especially if he was the one facing the worst of it. When you’re all teary-eyed and blubbery, grateful to have him alive and unscathed in your arms again, it makes him… feel… softer.

He can’t explain it, but the whole thing makes his heart pound. Those nights, he’s so much gentler, fucking you slow, and sweet, giving you the praise he so often neglects as he reassures you that he’s all yours and he’s not going anywhere.

👄 making out headcanon

His body is a temple, one that he takes immense care of, so if anyone understands self-care, it's him. His lips are always moisturised, free from dryness and cracks.

So making out with him is a dream; he just has the softest lips. Sometimes it's a little uncanny how ferocious his kisses can be compared to his buttery-smooth lips, but even then it's not unpleasant.

But he does also tastes a little like aquaphor.

Ngl, I've never seen LOTR films, but I catch your drift.

I'm suprised I don't see more thirst for Tex tbh, he's not just a sadistic cannibal, he's real... spicy. Plus, he's probably the best thing about that film btw, it's not good.

Thank you Anon, your validation is appreciated 💖

Bubba definitely loves to dance, and I know he'd just melt if I wrapped my arms around him and started playing with his hair.

He gets all bashful when I compliment his make up.

Wails something awful when he's forced to watch as Chop Top and Drayton take turns throwing hammers at my head until it finally busts open.

Oh my god, thank you so much for noticing!!! I'm super into the symbolism of flowers, and how it was once almost a secret language like shoelaces and handkerchiefs and so many other things.

But yes! Carnations are very complex, it really depends on the colour, the recipient and especially the giver.

Oh yes, I can. >:3 Wesker is kinky cause it comes free with the god-complex, but Nikolai, light of my life, fire of my loins, is kinky for the fun of it, for the love of it.

✊ masturbation headcanon

He absolutely masturbated to the thought of you on multiple occasions before you ever rolled around in the sack together.

It’s not information he’s volunteering but if somehow the subject comes up, he’ll be blunt about it.

It’s no secret. It’s a matter of fact even, that you’ve got a smart mouth and he jacks off to fantasises about getting his hands in your pants and working you over until the only thing that sharp tongue of yours is capable of is unintelligible whining and huffing.

If your eyes are sharp too you’ll have noticed him noticing you. He’s examined you thoroughly, worked out piece by piece what you look like naked. Imagining your assets beaten and bruised through, that’s the good stuff. It’s biting though that really puts him on the edge—the image of his teeth marks etched into your flesh, oh yeah.

He didn’t get the nickname silver wolf for nothing, y’know.

🚨 sex that sent me to the ER headcanon

He’s into knife play. He likes to run it along your skin and watch how it makes you shake. Likes to watch how your eyes get wide, pupils blown when he threatens to carve his name onto your tummy, or help you get better at sucking dick by slicing you from the corner of your mouth all the way up to your ears.

Rarely does he mean any of it. Rarely does he do more than nick you with the sharp edge and awe at how much your body likes it when he makes you clean the droplets of your blood with your tongue.

Even seasoned tactile specialists fuck up sometimes though…

It wasn't fun for either of you when you had to explain to the doctors and nurses that your boyfriend stabbed you but he didn't mean it. His resting bitch face did not help the situation.

🛁 shower/bath sex headcanon

He likes showering with you, preferably the morning after so he can get a good look at any marks he's left on you. Both cause he's a freak about them but also because he's secretly quite attentive if he cares about you. Gotta make sure everything is healing well. He’ll help you clean the places he’s made hard to reach.

If you're really hurting he’ll be nice and slow with you, excruciatingly so as he leans you up against the cold tile wall and puts your tender sex through another round.

Oh also, he will give you a golden shower if you ask nicely. Once he knows you're into that, he’ll give you golden showers even when you don't ask.

🚗 car sex headcanon

Bear with me cause I need to set some foundation here.

So Nikolai makes money but doesn't spend it. He's like a dragon, hoarding wealth. He will buy the good stuff, quality things built to last, and he takes care of them. They're investments, like you are.

That goes for his car. So, he doesn't fuck in his car; he doesn't want to mess up his nice interiors with blood, sweat, and cum.

He will however pull his car to the side of the road and bend you over the hood if he has to. Is that what you want? To give everyone driving by a show? Let them see what a khoroshaya сука you are for him, hm?

Do you have any type of relationship headcanons with vampire count × younger painter who accidentally went to his property and one thing led to another that she chose to stay with him?

Also, for more spicy things 🎆🛏️👄

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🎆 orgasm headcanon

Being dead, he lacks the blood flow that allows him to even get it up in the first place. It’s only when he’s actively, or freshly sated with blood, that his cock will even start to rouse.

So, orgasms are few and far between. In fact, he’s quite the giver in bed. Not just because he fears he might drain his lover in the pursuit of pleasure, but because he takes pride in being able to make his beau coo and shake and scream for him.

When it does happen, though, oh boy is he noisy, and squirmy, and so, so, very grateful. The sacrifices you’ve made, allowing him to both fill and drink from you at once, giving your body to him completely, it would be discourteous of him not to give you his raw, unfiltered reaction. No matter how tender, and piteous that might be.

🛏️ soft sex headcanon

Unless you request otherwise, he would always take you softly. Your comfort is his top priority. He’ll have you on silk and velvet. Your bodies aglow beside the candlelight.

While he has control of it, his voice is low and gentle, talking you through it, praising you, fawning over you, not just to make you feel loved and at ease but because he needs you to know just how much he adores you.

👄 making out headcanon

While soft at heart, and desperate to be so gentle with you, his kisses are hard. His lips are cold and hard. There’s always a sense that he’s holding back, that there’s power beneath his deliberately gentle touches that he rarely lets out.

It’s not a problem, though. There’s no desperate scratch he needs to itch by tracking you, holding you, or hurting you. So long as you play nice, he’ll derive no pleasure from having to use such strength.

In fact, he smiles against your lips, and when he’s really excited, his teeth come out to play.

He is inclined to tease you a little with those, nipping at your supple lips and delicate flesh, savouring the flavour of your blood if he accidentally breaks your skin.

Context for [this...] based on a request for vampire count/painter

Even though he spends his days snoozing deep below ground level during the day, he knew when you wandered onto his property. He could sense your presence on site.

Frankly, it irked him at first. A strange world we live in, where he must be granted permission to enter another's home, but mortals can simply trespass upon any land without so much as a hello. But his bitterness nulls quickly, replaced by a calm curiosity. There's just something oddly soothing and charming about your aura that he can't quite put his finger on.

By nightfall, you're long gone, and he's content to wonder about the sweet soul he never met until the incident fades from memory.

However, you return the next day and the one after that, always long gone by the time he rises from his coffin. You're becoming quite the tease.

It's almost a full week before he finally catches a glimpse of you through the pane of his library window. It seems you'd been so lost in your painting that sundown had snuck up on you. He'd watched you walking away, arms full with a canvas and bags of supplies, your lovely face a glimmer under incandescent moonlight. He decides then and there that he must have you.

The next morning you arrive at the ‘abandoned’ manor just a small walk out of town like you had every morn with week. It had once housed the local Count who had supposedly gone missing many, many decades ago, long before your time.

Once you arrive, you're perplexed to find a bouquet in your usual spot. Primroses, carnations, and forget-me-nots, all picked from his garden, arranged precisely and tied neatly together with twine. Tucked between the fauna is a small note, written in the most elegant of handwriting, that invites you to stay for dinner.

He’s from another time, you see, when the gentlemanly thing to do is to court you. Gone are the days of chaperoning and dance cards, but the least he can do is offer to fill your belly and gift you tokens of his affection.

Don’t be fooled, though. As smitten and chivalrous as he may be, he’s still an apex predator. One whose mind is cracked from years of isolation. One who hasn’t set his clutches on prey as fine as you in a very long time.