errmmm could you do some headcanons for wesker with a really shy s/o? like, blushing a lot when talking to him and stuff.... and getting so nervous around him from the smallest things like his voice and his height... :3 hes so fine.. what the scallop....
HELLO A BELOVED ANON HERE TO DELIVER MY FIRST REQUEST AAAAH
And YES, god, he's so fine. Like that would literally be me if I saw him.
Giving you a fluff section and a smut section, can't get enough of this mf
Wesker with a shy s/o
Rating: E
word count: 1.2k
Warnings: Afab! Gn! reader, fluff and smut
Re5 Wesker takes it in stride. He chides you for it each time. Flipping between calling you, “Pathetic. All embarrassed and blushing, just for me?” and “Aren’t you adorable? The red suits your face, my dear”
Basically the mf is a wombo combo of praise and degradation
S.T.A.R.S. Era Wesker sees this all the time.
I mean, he struts his shit through the RPD every day, he’s gonna catch a few eyes.
He would probably appear unbothered about it on the outside. But internally he's puffing his chest out, smirking, doing a little chuckle, the works.
The closer you get to him, the less he tries to hide his stupid little remarks.
He only voices his praise when you deserve it, staying in the same lane as re5 does.
You take slow steps towards the STARS Office. As a receptionist, filing papers was one of your many grueling jobs. It only became bearable when STARS returned from missions. Mission reports required you to read all of the juicy details as you filled out the necessary paperwork for them.
Normal protocol asked you to simply drop the papers off in the STARS mailbox, right next to the front door of their office. Which you had done dutifully every time. In this particular instance, however, Chief Irons had demanded that you bring the papers directly to the Captain himself.
“That stoic asshole needs to be more careful!” Irons’ pink face shook, “Does he know how much money he cost me? Of course not! I need him to actually read the mission reports for once!” he slammed his hands down on his desk.
“I’m sorry sir, what can I do to help-?”
“Go! What are you waiting for? Bring it right to his desk! Throw them at him if that's what it takes! Christ!” A large vein popped out of his forehead. You nodded quickly, making your way out of his office as fast as you could
This led you to where you are now. You usually weren’t incredibly shy, but god. Captain Wesker tended to make you go bright red. You could never get a full sentence out without tripping over your words.
You slowly opened the door to the STARS Office. You were met with many friendly faces, many of whom smiled and waved at you. You returned the gestures, glancing to your left at your objective.
The sign on his door read “CPT A, WESKER”. You swallowed heavily, taking a few steps up towards his door.
Raising your fist, you knocked twice before you heard a low, “Come in,” echo from inside.
You open the door, step in, and shut it behind you. Wesker looked up at you from his desk. His iconic sunglasses were clipped into the front of his shirt. His cold blue eyes scanned your form as you presented yourself.
“Do you need something?” his low voice reached your ears, jolting you out of your daze. You started to shake your head but then remembered why you were there and nodded. You held out the papers in your hand nervously.
“Y-yes sir. I have the mission reports for you… um- Irons’ orders. Sir,” you stammered over your words, cursing yourself internally.
“Hm. Indeed you do,” Wesker hummed, looking up at you from his chair. He swiveled to the side and rose to his full height, towering over you. He took a few steps forward, reaching his hand out.
You felt frozen in place, staring up at him. Wesker tilted his head slightly, “Hand me the reports. Or are you going to continue staring at me all day?”
You felt your face heat up. You quickly handed them to him, clumsily brushing your fingers against his as he accepted the papers. You nodded up at him apologetically, cheeks still fire engine red, “Sorry sir, I-”
“No need,” his voice was deep, the slight accent making you melt, “Good work, thank you,” he stated.
His praise vibrated through your whole body. You felt your stomach twist in pleasure at the ghost of a smile you could see on his lips. You stood there for what felt like a century, rooted to the spot. Wesker gestured at the door, “Go on now,” you nodded, stuttering out a, “Yes sir…” before making a beeline for his office door.
“Next time,” Wesker’s voice stopped you mid-step, “Tell Irons I’ll gladly have you deliver me the reports. I expect you to return tomorrow to deliver the mission debriefings. Personally.”
Your cheeks felt like they had caught on fire, “Y-yes sir,” you squeaked, nodding at him.
“Good,” he returned the nod, “You’re dismissed.”
You scrambled out of his office, bumping into the wall as you made your way into the hallway. You had to pause and take a moment to calm your blazing cheeks outside in the courtyard. Sighing to yourself
Back in his office, Wesker smirked, settling back down into his chair.
“Cute,” he chuckled.
Smut-wise, again, praise and degradation
Re5 Wesker the type of guy to strip you naked, and just admire you, while watching you squirm and blush
You stood, completely naked in front of Wesker. He sat back, fully clothed, just staring. Your entire body felt like it was on fire.
“My, you truly are a sight to see,” Wesker continues to stare, taking in every fold of skin, every freckle, and every scar you have to offer him.
Nervous and embarrassed, you attempt to cover yourself, placing an arm here and a hand there, but a “Tsk,” from Wesker, makes you freeze.
“W- Wesker…” you stammer, looking up at him.
“Mmm?” he smirked, the tent in his pants obvious.
“Please, I- I need you,”
Wesker chuckles, “Oh, how adorable you are. Since you asked so nicely, I can’t help but oblige, can I?” he stands, gently guiding you towards him. You slowly pull down the zipper on his pants, looking up at him with red cheeks.
You pull his cock out, evidently hard and leaking precum onto your palm. You stroke him once, and he grins, “Pathetic, not even going to ask me for permission? You’ve gotten ahead of yourself, my dear.”
You trip over your words, mumbling a half-apology, pleading with him to let you touch him.
“Wesker, please. I promise I- I won’t do it again, I-” You’re cut off as Wesker shoves his cock in your mouth. You moan around him, licking at the underside as you begin to bob your head.
Wesker lets out a satisfied sigh, “I can’t stay mad at you, dear. Not with this stellar performance,” his hand cards through your hair gently.
Wetness gushes out of you at his comment, and you whimper around him. Taking him deeper until you're at the hilt, throat convulsing around him. Wesker lets out a quiet groan and chuckle, tugging your hair back and off of his cock. A strand of saliva connects you to him. He smirks, taking in the view of your blown-out pupils and blushing face.
“I guess I’ll have to reward you, hmm? Would you like that?”
“Y-Yes, please,” you whisper, swooning up at him. He chuckles.
“So eager you are. Climb up onto the bed,” he purrs. You do as he says, climbing up and lying as he instructed.
You definitely weren’t going to be getting any sleep that night. Not with him.
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