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Ok so walk with me-
I have joint issues, and gently stretching can help sometimes.
I like to imagine Victor being like “let me help you stretch” by putting me in the horniest positions all while feigning clinicality. Same with massages.
Mmmm yummy malpractice 🤤 I need him to manhandle me for my own good 😩
MEDICAL MALPRACTICE FOR THE WIN
I saw this one fic a while back of a yandere coyle who like— branded the name of reader darling on his chestt and It sort of reminded me of how couple's get matching tattoos..imagine...coyle is sadomasochistic so he'd brand reader name on his chest with cigarettes or his prod and then like like like forces it on reagent while fucking them,giggle giggle giggle , like he does with the snitch yuknow..
tags & content: NSFW, dub-con, suggested partial nudity, cigarette burns, name branding, physical assault, canon-typical violence, coyle being coyle, afab + reagent reader (i realised i misread a huge portion of the ask! so sorry anon!)
“Buckin’ like goddamn wild bronco—”
The sharp crack of Leland’s hand against your cheek tears a ragged, watery gasp from your lips. The stinging pain is almost enough to draw your attention away from the searing agony on your chest, but not quite. The pain across your collarbone throbs again, a cruel reminder that no matter what corner of your mind you attempt to retreat to, it will always drag you back. Your chin tightens in some pathetic attempt to stifle a sob.
“It hurts,” you croak, tears sliding down your temple. The pleasant, luke warm heat of them grounds you before they disappear into the dampness of your hairline. Even each inhale of air, puffing your chest, makes the tight, blistered skin burn. You squeeze your eyes shut. “Please, please, it hurts.”
Leland’s lip twists into a frustrated sneer, already losing patience with your whining. “Well, it ain’t gonna tickle, now is it, you stupid junkie?”
The bright orange end, tinged with crumbling ash, presses over your sensitive skin once more. With Leland straddling your hips, and one gloved hand pressed firmly against your shoulder, your thrashing is swiftly and meticulously contained. A wail weakly tears from your throat, thrashing your head from side to side with a sob.
“I can’t do it,” you stammer, bile rising in the back of your throat. “Stop—”
“Knew I shoulda made you chew the last one,” Leland grumbles in irritation under his breath, his eyes completely fixated on your singed, blistered skin like it’s going to prove to be a masterpiece in the end. “Burn your tongue good enough so you’d shut the fuck up.” He gives your shoulder a particularly hard push. “Stop squirming, bitch. Fuckin' up my concentration, and I ain’t never been the best at spelling.”
The irritation quickly dissolves, though never gone, when he flicks the final cigarette away, the hot tightness flaring across your chest. The leftover ash dusts over your swollen skin. You desperately crane your head away, tucking your chin down to your shoulder to stifle your sobs. He lets out a puff of sharp air, his lip twisting into a crooked sneer.
“Nothin’ like a bitch with my name across her tits,” Leland sneers. The lopsided sight of his name sprawled across your skin makes his hand reach down to harshly palm himself through his trousers, letting out a little whistle. “Be a damn shame if I didn’t get one to match.”
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“Come over here and make me.”
“Have you lost your damn mind!?”
“Please, don’t leave.”
“Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”
“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”
“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”
“I almost lost you.”
“Wanna bet?”
“Don’t you ever do that again!”
“Teach me how to play?”
“Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”
“I think we need to talk.”
“Kiss me.”
“Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”
“So, I found this waterfall…”
“It could be worse.”
“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”
“This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”
“The paint’s supposed to go where?”
“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”
“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”
“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”
“Just once.”
“You’re the only one I trust to do this.”
“I can’t believe you talked me into this.”
“I got you a present.”
“I’m pregnant.”
“Marry me?”
“I thought you were dead.”
“It’s not what it looks like…”
“You lied to me.”
“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”
“Please don’t do this.”
“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”
“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”
“I wish I could hate you.”
“Wanna dance?”
“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”
“Hey! I was gonna eat that!”
“Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”
“You did all of this for me?”
“I swear it was an accident.”
“YOU DID WHAT?!”
“If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”
“Tell me a secret.”
“Hey, have you seen the..? Oh.”
“No one needs to know.”
“Boo.”
“Well this is awkward…”
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tags & content: NSFW, sexual content, secret relationship, consensual sex, hooking up in secret, semi-public sex, chris redfield is your captain, unprotected sex, fear of pregnancy but it’s lwk lighthearted, RE8 chris, female reader
“Did you come inside?” you breathlessly stammer, a dazed sheen blurring your vision for a moment before you blink it away. Chris’ hand, which had been firmly pinching the back of your neck, loosens just an inch.
His damp forehead props itself on your shoulder, uneven breath puffing against your skin through the fabric, before your words penetrate his own hazy fog.
Behind the closed door, there’s the shuffling of the rest of the team, faint laughter as they mill about the place. Wedged under the door handle is a chair, shoved there in the heat of the moment to prevent anybody from walking in on you.
Chris presses a finger to your mouth, his eyes flickering to the door. Footsteps vibrate through the floorboards, getting fainter and fainter until they’re completely gone. Only then does he peel back from your trembling body, easing his cock out of your soaked folds.
“Shit,” he murmurs, a sharp, clear whisper as the situation settles in the air. “Yeah, yeah. I did.”
The clinking of his belt follows, and the zipping of his trousers. Your back hurts from being wedged awkwardly against the wall, bending down with a wince to pull your panties up from around your knees. You know you don’t have the time or facilities to clean yourself, the thought of his come leaking out of you all day bringing a stark flush to your cheeks.
His jaw is feathered in the dark, the cramped supply closet allowing you to feel the growing tension vibrating from his limbs. The same limbs, thick and muscly, which had just fucked you hard enough to see stars.
“Captain,” you begin, “I—”
“No.” His voice is firm, the type of tone he uses when you’re on a mission. “No titles in here.”
“It’s fine,” you try to say, feeling your breath quicken. Your fingers fumble as you try to work the buttons and zipper of your tactical trousers, your eyes squinting through the dark in frustration for a moment. Chris drops his chin, leaning to help, but thinks better of it. His hand twitches, then drops.
You swallow, tilting your head back to look at him with wide eyes.
“It’s fine,” you repeat. “We’ve been careful every other time, surely the chances are low. Come on, please.”
You know why you’re pleading, but it makes you feel pathetic. What you and Chris have isn’t a relationship, but being stolen away during high stakes missions for a fuck with your own captain was something you’d found deliciously indulgent. The consequences of this problematic secret being discovered was part of the intensity.
All the times his large, warm hand would clamp over your mouth, muffling your squeals of pleasure so nobody knew you were taking your captain’s cock in secret like a good girl.
It had been hedonistically exhilarating.
But you knew Chris, though driven by desire, was burdened the most. After all, if things got out, it would be his reputation on the line to be dragged far worse through the mud.
“This stops,” Chris orders, and you can tell from the hard lines around his eyes that he’s serious. “Now. Shit, are you on birth control at least?”
You swallow, keeping your voice low so nobody quietly passing could hear. Your eyes flicker to the door, tightening with a hint of annoyance.
“No, you know I’m not on birth control, Chris, that’s why we agreed that you would pull out—”
“Christ,” he interrupts, pinching the crease in his forehead. His chest, even as broad as it was, inflates with irritation. The silence that settles around you is heavy, allowing the gravity of the situation to truly start to crush you. Your eyes widen a fraction, glancing at your boots.
“Shit,” you whisper.
“Shit,” Chris mutters.
“Shit.”
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hi twin....we miss you.., victor gideon with restrained virgin reader..reader goes "no" victor "Yes." pushes in "Nooooo" "Yessss dear" nod nod...may taunt her with freedom like unshackling one of her hands while wearing the key like a necklace cryyy
tags & content: NSFW, sexual content, vaguely CNC but not really, consensual sex, gentle sex, bondage/restraints, teasing, loss of virginity, size difference, virgin reader, female reader
“It hurts,” you whine, a last childish resort as the tip of his cock sinks an inch inside of you. His fingers envelop your thighs, pushed open and wide to make space for his hips. Flexibility isn’t your issue; it’s the fact that you can’t fight the untoward strength keeping you open, your hips wriggling weakly in an attempt to twist away.
He soaks up your feeble resistance with a soft little sigh, his cock abandoning its descent into your tight hole in favour of letting you calm down.
“This was your idea, wasn’t it, dear?” Victor mutters softly, letting go of one of your thighs to slide his cold hand up your side. His fingers trail up your ribs, thumb circling your peaked nipple and pressing down on it. Your freed leg clumsily turns in, knee bumping against his arm.
Tears well up in your eyes, shaking your head from side to side.
“You’re too big,” you gasp, your chin tightening to fight the trembles. “You’re going to break me.”
Victor chuckles at that, a barely audible puff of air that resembles more of a sigh. His lips curve into an amused smile, releasing your nipple just to slide his scarred hand along your twitching leg. The tips trail up your warm flesh, soaking it in, gently nudging it back to the side. His hand engulfs your delicate foot, thumb working gently into the arch by his shoulder.
“I assured you I would be very careful, did I not?” He murmurs, a condescending edge to his words that make you flush in embarrassment.
“Yes…” You mumble softly.
“So,” Gideon purrs, slowly bullying a second inch in your hole. You squeak, your head shaking weakly. “I had no intention of lying, dear.”
“No…” You whine, wrists twisting in the shackles keeping your arms above your head. Your fingers grasp for purchase against air, the unfamiliar sensation making unease, injected with a slither of anticipation, bubble up your throat. “I can’t…”
Gideon pauses for a millisecond, his head tilting in thought. His hand abandons your foot, fingers dipping into the collar of his shirt to catch a chain. On the end dangles a key, one he easily slots into a shackle on your left wrist. He shushes you, letting the chain drop so the key dangles precariously over your face. With your freed arm, your fingers catch his shoulder for purchase.
“Better, my dear?”
You don’t have a chance to answer, as he shallowly thrusts the first couple inches of his cock in your pussy. He fucks you like that, not too deep, not too rough, your lips parting with a strangled moan. Even though he freed one wrist for your comfort, you can’t help but clumsily reach for the rocking key. Gideon, just in time, leans back, your fingers scooping at air.
You whimper, arm outstretched to chase it, but he gently catches your wrist and offers you a mocking smile.
“Oh, dear,” he sighs. “I thought I had been kind enough. You don’t want me to really break you now, do you? For misbehaving?”
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Victor Gideon with an FBI agent or DSO or literally whatever and thigh fucking pleaseeeeeeee
tags & content: NSFW, sexual content, dub-con, thigh fucking, no penetration, size difference, DSO reader, afab reader
“Who did you say you worked for again, dear?”
You both know he doesn’t need to ask; he’s already aware. Your wallet with your DSO I.D lies sprawled somewhere behind you, but with your face grasped in his large hand and forced back against his chest, it’s impossible to break free to get it.
From here, however, you can see the coy smile across his cracked lips.
You can only summon a grunt, one that trembles when his hips snap upwards deliberately. His cock, wedged between your thighs, glides rhythmically across your folds. You’re embarrassingly wet, your hips twitching whenever he just barely catches your clit.
Your frown melts despite your stubborness, trying to twist your head out of his grip. His fingers simply squeeze your jaw harder, smushing your cheeks.
“Oh, that’s right,” he purrs despite your lack of answer, the languid push and pull of his cock through your soft pussy making you squeak. You’ve completely soaked him, and you can feel the slickness coating your red thighs where he’s made a warm home for himself. His legs easily bracket around yours, pinning them tightly shut around his cock. “DSO. I wasn’t aware you had such unconventional means of interrogation. Are you sure you’re telling the truth?”
Your sharp glare amuses him, it seems, as he releases your jaw to give it a condescending pat. You double over slightly to get away from him, but with his arm banded around your waist, all you can do is lean forward.
The position makes your body sway with his languid thrusts, exposing the red hue dusted across the back of your neck. Victor’s fingers brush along the reddened nape, making you shiver.
You clasp at the arm holding your steady, shaking fingers digging into the snakeskin of his coat.
“If I investigate this place,” you choke out, your mind preoccupied by the empty, throbbing heat between your legs,” and find anything suspicious, we will—”
His thrusts turn shallow, focusing right near your hole, and your words dry up. Your hips twitch, trying to grind along the disproportionate size of him, but he seems keen to keep you where he pleases.
“If, dear,” Victor so kindly points out, his voice breathless but still eerily steady. “Empty words. Much like yourself, hm?”
You ignore the innuendo.
“I’m sure you’d prefer not to be,” he purrs, his thrusts slowing until his cock is resting up against your soaked cunt. You groan, wiggling weakly. His free hand returns to your face, shifting under your jaw so he can pull you back against his chest again. You try to avoid his gaze, but your own glazed, watery eyes find his automatically. “Come. Why don’t we discuss the benefits of your visit in my office? I’m sure we can both walk away with a fulfilling agreement.”
Your cheeks redden, but you don’t back down. “I still have to do my job.”
Victor Gideon smiles, his voice a gentle, tempting whisper. “You can do your job after I fill your pretty pussy, can’t you, dear?”
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Going on a small break for a couple weeks to get my assignments done, i will see you all soon to bring your goon material to life 🫡
It’s exam season now 💔 i’ll be completely free around the start of june hold onto your panties for what i will bring with me
