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She/her | 22 | love D&D, Resident Evil, other nerdy stuff | MDNI/18+ #hard mondays

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Fic Masterlist

Albert Wesker:

Professor!Wesker x Postdoc!Reader (in post order, not chronological)

Stolen Comforts

Little Rabbit

Quiet

Rest

Bloody Habits

Punishment

First Impressions

Pet Ownership

Sexting

Leon S. Kennedy:

Close Quarters

Bed nest

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excuse me,sir

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I think about his past a lot

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Sketches and Studies - Wesker 5

I needed a good back anatomy practice and wanted to do my own sketch of his half-body RE1 render (the hip rotation is wrong, doesn't match his chest rotation, and I only noticed later 🫠)

and scientist Wesker just read something egregious and is reconsidering all of humanity's intelligence at this point in his life

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Fake Sympathy with Albert Wesker

🥀 NSFW : How he patronises you when you’re already fucked deep into subspace.

I KNOW he gets off on you crying too. 🫠

🖤 “It’s so hard to think for you isn’t it, sweetheart? Mhm… I know… Don’t think. You don’t need to anymore.”

🖤 “Aw, did that hurt? Yeah? It hurt right… there? Oh I’m so sorry dear…”

🖤 “I know it’s sooo deep… Poor little thing. I just slide in so easily, darling.”

🖤 “Ohh it’s too much for my sweet pet… Shh, I know, dear… Just one more time and you can have a break.”

🖤 “Well done, pet. Such a good job… Oh, look at how you’re fluttering for me… Mm, I think you need one more, sweetheart.”

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🥀 // Trust me when I say I’m completely obsessed with him. I’m incredibly freaked out.

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more Leon art

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Wesker using your sweet tooth as a tool to train you like a dog. Keeping your favorite candy in his pocket to hand to you whenever you please him. That’s it, that’s the whole thought.

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Bed Nest (Leon S. Kennedy x Reader)

NSFW!!

Word Count: 1,938

Summary: After a hard couple of days at work, you needed something soft and comforting to sink into to calm your nerves. You decided the best course of action was to turn your shared bed into a nest of blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals. When you lived alone you'd do it all the time, but the thought of doing it in Leon's bed made your face burn with embarrassment. There was no universe where he didn't make fun of you for it, but you decided that risk was worth it today. Besides, he was supposed to be at work late into the night; you had plenty of time to disassemble your nest before he got home.

You were curled up in the middle of the plush hoard, headphones blocking out the sound of the door opening as you watched videos on your phone.

"Jesus, doll, how long did this take?" His gruff voice cuts through the noise cancellation, full of amusement.

(Shameless smut ensues)

Tags: Leon S. Kennedy is a Sweetheart, Dominant Leon S. Kennedy, Leon S. Kennedy Smut, Soft Dom Leon S. Kennedy, Pleasure Dom Leon S. Kennedy, Sexual Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Forced Orgasm, Embarrassment, Teasing, Pet Names, Pet Play, Puppy Play, Boyfriend Leon S. Kennedy, Fluff and Smut, Shameless Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Simultaneous Orgasm, Creampie, Vaginal Sex, Reader-Insert, No Use of Y/N for Reader-Insert, Female Reader-Insert, AFAB | Assigned Female at Birth Reader-Insert, x Reader, Stuffed Toys, Pillow & Blanket Forts, Light Masochism, Praise, Light Degradation

Note: Boyfriend!Leon x Reader. Wrote with RE9 in mind but it's not stated explicitly.

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After a hard couple of days at work, you needed something soft and comforting to sink into to calm your nerves. You decided the best course of action was to turn your shared bed into a nest of blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals. When you lived alone you'd do it all the time, but the thought of doing it in Leon's bed made your face burn with embarrassment. There was no universe where he didn't make fun of you for it, but you decided that risk was worth it today. Besides, he was supposed to be at work late into the night; you had plenty of time to disassemble your nest before he got home.

You were curled up in the middle of the plush hoard, headphones blocking out the sound of the door opening as you watched videos on your phone.

"Jesus, doll, how long did this take?" His gruff voice cuts through the noise cancellation, full of amusement.

"W-what are you doing home?!" You cry, muffled as you buried yourself under one of the many heavy blankets.

"Aw, that's not much of a welcome now is it? I thought you'd be happy to have me home early, guess I can just go back to work…" He slowly creeks the door closed, making it sound like he was leaving as your eyes were still covered. You fall into his—pretty blatant—trap, throwing the comforter off as you sat up.

"No, wait! Hey, that was cheap!" His face is cracked in half with a shit-eating grin, but there's a warmth burning in his eyes as he takes in your messy hair and his t-shirt covering your body. You toss a stuffed rabbit at him, trying to knock the smirk away, but he catches it in one hand and pouts.

"What'd he do to deserve being turned into a projectile, hmm?" He cradles the toy to his chest in mock offense.

"You're fucking ridiculous." You whine, falling back into the bed.

"I'm not the one who seems to have collected every single soft object in the house and turned them into a fortress. Seriously, how long did this take you?" He throws the rabbit back on the pile and begins to undress beside you, the metal of his belt clinking as he opened it.

"Like…half an hour. Not that long…" You mumble, feeling the bed dip under Leon's weight as he traversed the mountain range you had constructed. He lies on his side, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull your back into his bare chest. You let out a half-hearted "hey!" but don't put up a fight, relaxing in his arms as he buried his face into the back of your neck.

"It was time well spent. Super cozy, great idea, doll." His breath was hot against your sensitive skin as he spoke, and the added praise shot that heat down your spine and between your legs.

"You…like it? Really?" You knew he had a gooey interior compared to his rough outer shell, but you thought he'd just laugh at your indulgent little habit, not join you in it.

"Mhmm, like cuddlin' you in a cloud." You're in nothing but thin, cotton panties alongside his t-shirt, and he's stripped down to his boxers behind you. His chest vibrates with a low chuckle against you when your hips buck backwards into his, already slotted together nicely. "Yeah? Need something, princess?"

You hum in affirmation, shuddering in his grasp as his lips ghost over your pulse—you can feel his smile on your skin. He pulls you tighter to him, grinding against your ass as he worked himself up. "Was gonna m-miss you all night. The bed's so empty without you." You whine, wiggling your hips against him.

"Aww, poor needy puppy. You were gonna be all lonely without me, weren't you? That why you made this, hmm, trying to fill the void?" He managed a perfect mixture of teasing and complete infatuation with you in his voice that made your insides melt. You could feel his length pressing into you, more than ready, but to your current dismay Leon wasn't one to rush in the bedroom. He took his time, letting his free hand sneak it's way under the hem of your shirt, smoothing over the curve and dip of your hips before cupping your breast. His thumb flicked over your already-hard nipple, sending shockwaves into your core. "C'mon, princess, tell me what you want. Haven't already lost your ability to talk, have ya?"

"God just f-fuck me already!" You had not, in fact, lost your ability to speak, and your outburst earned you a deep, knowing laugh.

"As you wish." Leon ripped open your panties and pulled himself loose from his boxers, lifting your leg as he rubbed against your soaked lips. You tried to complain but he laughed again, "It's whatcha wanted, doll—for me to fuck you as quick as possible. That was way faster than taking them off." He positioned himself at your entrance, pushing in with one quick thrust until your hips were perfectly flush. A satisfied groan escaped him as you yelped and wiggled in his grip, but that just prompted him to use the arm on your waist to immobilize you, pinned to his front.

"S-shit, Leon, it's t-too much!" The sudden stretch stung, but felt so damn good at the same time, and your body responded by clenching around him as it adjusted.

"No it isn't, I know you can take it, princess. Just breathe, bet that sting feels so good you little masochist." Leon discovered your inclination towards pain when he jokingly slapped your ass a bit too hard and pulled a surprised moan out of you, and he'd used it to his advantage ever since. It was less about feeding his own sadism and far more about how much you enjoyed it; getting off to the knowledge he was making you feel good even through pain. The man would do damn near anything if it meant he got to see your body shake and hear your desperate whimpers as you came for him—because of him. Everything he did was for your pleasure, even jack-hammering you hard enough to guarantee you'd be left sore for the next couple days. Not that he was complaining, of course.

Your cries melted into breathy moans as he fucked into you, held so close against him you could hear his heart thumping inside his chest. "That's it, g-good puppy—fuck—panting like a dog for me, my dick turns you into s-such a dumb little mutt." The words would have sounded condescending coming from anyone else, but his voice was full of affection that made it clear every bit of it was meant as the warmest praise. He left kisses and nips on your neck, breathing heavy against your skin. "Too damn cute for your own good, you know that? Look at where it got you."

He tilted your hips to deepen the angle, making a direct hit to the perfect spot inside you with each harsh thrust. You could feel a familiar tension winding, "F-fuck, right there, gonna cum don't stop."

"Wouldn't dream of it, doll." He quips, huffing a laugh on your exposed neck. The hand holding your leg wraps under your thigh to rub your clit, and it tips you over the edge. Your head falls back and your body quakes in his arms as waves of electricity course through your nerves. "That's it, good girl. Jesus look at you, princess—so fuckin' shameless with me buried in you." He says, in awe at the show you're putting on for him. You paw at his hand, clit raw as he continues to play with it despite your orgasm already ending.

"S-sensitive, pleaseeee." It takes all your mental energy to string those two words together, only for Leon's fingers to speed up.

"Oh I'm sure, soooo sensitive. I'm not done with you, though; t-told me not to stop so I won't." You forgot how mean Leon got when overstimulating you, drunk on the high of forcing you to feel good for him. He less tipped, more shoved you over the edge again, brutally close to your first orgasm, and it was so good, too good. Language eluded you in favor of pathetic pants and whimpers. Neither his fingers nor dick were removed, but both slowed down enough to let you recover and stave off his own impending orgasm. He was confident he could get one more out of you, but he needed to pace you both for it to happen.

You were thrown flat on your back, hips propped up with one of the countless pillows covering the mattress. Leon hooked his arms under your thighs and pulled you into position, rubbing the underside of his cock against your clit—frictionless from your slick coating him.

"Stop teasinggg" You begged, bucking up into him to try and get more stimulation.

"Teasing? I thought it was too much for you, princess." He's smiling, but it's clear he's just as affected by his own torturous pace as you are, hips stuttering as his head pushed at your entrance. You took the next thrust of his as your opportunity, angling yourself up so he slipped inside instead of along your pussy. Letting out a small, bratty giggle when he whimpered, "Shit, you g-greedy little puppy. Knew you loved it, no matter how much you cry." His body was pressed into yours, both supported by the mountain of fluff; if cuddling in a cloud was nice, fucking in a cloud was heavenly. All your focus was on how his brutal thrusts rammed you against the soft bedding, again and again, filling the room with slapping skin and creaking wood.

"Yes, yes fuck. 'at's it, mmph—moore." Your words were slurred, voice hoarse from moaning.

"I-'m close, doll. Fuck, wanna cum with you, though. C'mon, I know you can do it, just one more for me, please. So fuckin' pretty when you finish on me." Leon pleads, confident facade cracking as he willed himself to hold back. He was getting that last orgasm out of you, one way or another. Your shirt was pulled up and he leaned in to suck on one nipple while his hand cupped and massaged the other breast. Combined with his abdomen rubbing against your clit with each thrust, you came for a final time, so sensitive and overused it hurt as much as it felt good. Leon tumbled with you, moaning around the tit in his mouth as his hips stalled, pressed impossibly deep inside you. After a minute of catching your breath together, he flips on his back and pulls you into his chest, sweaty bodies engulfed in what remained of your nest. There had been many casualties thrown to the floor with all the thrashing of bodies.

"I am so glad I came home early. Why would you ever hide this from me?" He nuzzled his face into your hair, planting a series of kisses in quick succession.

"It's just so silly, I guess I thought you'd think it was stupid." You say against his chest.

"Oh, it is absolutely silly, but it isn't stupid. It's perfect."

"Can we sleep like this every night, then?" You ask, expectant.

"Alright, well, it's great but a bit suffocating, doll. Maybe we sleep like this tonight, and then go back to a normal bed for a while. Deal?" Leon's voice is low, already half asleep.

"Deal." You whisper, closing your eyes and drifting off in his arms.

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Writing leon being a goofball and a tease is good for the soul

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How They React to You Sending Them a Nude While They're at Work 👀

Leon S. Kennedy

Leon is in the middle of a mission briefing when his phone buzzes.

He glances down. Immediately locks his phone. Then unlocks it again because he can't believe what he just saw.

He spends the next twenty minutes staring very, very hard at the presentation. The second the meeting ends, he sends a text back.

"You are a menace."

Five seconds later.

"I’m on my way."

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Ghost reads the message once.

Puts his phone down. He continues the briefing like nothing happened. A few minutes later, it dings again.

He reads a second message.

Soap catches him checking his phone a second time.

"Everything alright, Lt?"

Ghost slides the phone back into his pocket.

“Headin’ out,” he says, standing.

“Now?” Soap whispers. “You're supposed to be here until the meeting ends.”

Ghost shrugs.

“Wifey needs me.”

Ethan Winters

Ethan nearly drops his phone, then looks around to make sure no one noticed.

He accidentally opens it again.

"...Oh."

He's flustered for the rest of the day.

You get approximately twelve messages.

"You look beautiful."

"You really sent that while I was working?"

"I'm not complaining."

"Please tell me you'll be home when I get there."

Chris Redfield

Chris is halfway through paperwork when his phone buzzes. He opens it without thinking, because why wouldn't he? When his wife texts, he answers.

When he sees what you sent, he clears his throat. Closes it. Then quietly turns his phone face-down on the desk.

Jill walks by.

"Everything okay?"

Chris nods a little too quickly.

"Yep."

She raises an eyebrow.

"...Right."

The paperwork suddenly isn't getting finished today. He leaves work exactly on time for the first time in months.

Dean Winchester

His phone dings. Dean looks at it and laughs, then immediately saves the picture.

He sends back: "Sweetheart, you're trying to kill me, aren't you?

Thirty seconds later: “Send another."

You remind him he's supposed to be working.

"Baby, you started this."

Albert Wesker

Wesker looks at the notification exactly once. His expression doesn't change, he simply locks the phone and continues speaking as though nothing happened.

His subordinates never realize the meeting ends twenty-three minutes earlier than scheduled.

The only response you receive is: "My office."

A/N: I'm being drawn to the dark side....

I'm going to be working on some dark!au content for my favs. I'll tag them appropriately and make sure to title it "Dark!AU: character-name" but wanted to give you guys a heads up before I post in case of any tw

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NSFW Wesker Headcanon

I know I just wrote a fic about it but I wanna expand on the idea of Wesker going feral for body writing/marking, specifically marking you with his name. This man is so fucking self-obsessed, he would love to see you branded with his name. Complete and utter ownership of you. He would get it tattooed on to your skin if you let him, so every time he fucked you he could see how devoted you are to him. If not then he'd be sitting you on your bathroom counter every morning and writing it on you himself.

The collar with "If found, please return to Albert Wesker" was another way of marking you. He'd get you a bracelet with beautiful silver charms, the letters "AW", another brand. Cover you head to toe in clothes he bought you; naturally, as your partner he knew what you looked best in. Buy you a new car with the license plate tag "P3T0FAW" or, "Pet of Albert Wesker". No one would be able to tell, but he knew you were marked and that's all that mattered. He wanted it to be impossible for you to forget about his presence, even when he wasn't able to be with you. Some may say he's too possessive, others would call him a "fucking lunatic", but he just saw it as protecting the most valuable thing in his life other than his work: You.

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Sexting (Albert Wesker x Reader)

Part 9 of Professor!Wesker x Postdoc!Reader

NSFW!!

Word Count: 2,030

Summary: Wesker gets home from your dinner together, pouring himself some whiskey to unwind when he gets a text from you. He never removed the plug he filled you with that morning, and you were asking for permission to remove it and finally have an orgasm after being denied all day. You would get there eventually, but first you had to earn it, prove you understand your place under his thumb.

Direct continuation of Pet Ownership. Another Wesker jerking off POV, this time while drunk texting with the reader.

Tags: AFAB | Assigned Female at Birth Reader-Insert, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Reader-Insert, No Use of Y/N for Reader-Insert, x Reader, Possessive Albert Wesker, Possessive Behavior, Out of Character Albert Wesker, Soft Albert Wesker, Dominant Albert Wesker, Albert Wesker is Bad at Feelings, Professor Albert Wesker, Boss/Employee Relationship, Pet Names, Degradation, Plugs, Orgasm Control, Cum Eating, Sexting, Nude Photos, Writing on the Body, Verbal Degradation, Master/Pet, Ownership, Masturbation, BDSM, Dom/sub, Age Difference, Collars, Power Exchange, Porn with Feelings, Porn with Plot, Fluff and Smut, Texting Fic, Drunk Texting, Drunken Confessions, Alcohol

AO3 Post

Wesker returned home, hanging up his jacket in the entryway before stalking to his kitchen. He pulled a bottle of whiskey from his liquor cabinet, pouring with a heavy hand into a low brimmed glass. His phone buzzed in his pocket as he took a deep swig, lighting up his face from below in the dim room as he unlocked it.

8:07 PM

Bunny

< Home safe < I had a great time < :)

The nickname he chose for your contact was sickeningly sweet by his standards, so much so he hadn't dared to call you it in person yet. "Rabbit" was condescending enough to be passed off as derogatory, but "bunny" was too cutesy, too loving for the public. Wesker hummed in approval at your messages—good, still thinking about me. It had taken all of his restraint to not throw you over his shoulder and stuff you in his passenger seat. He hated the thought of you alone in your shitty little apartment when you were meant to be with him. But he couldn't rush things, you would end up where you belong eventually, he was sure of that.

8:09 PM

Albert

Very good. How are you feeling? You had quite a long day. >

Bunny

< I'm fine < Well…there is one thing I need your help with

Albert

What do you need, dear? >

Bunny

< It appears you forgot the plug, Sir

He chuckles to himself. It wasn't forgotten, Wesker didn't forget, it was his insurance to prompt you to text him when you got home. And if you didn't, well, would it be such a tragedy for you to spend the night still stuffed full of him? He knew you wouldn't take it out without asking, not unless you were looking for a far harsher punishment than you received today. You had your bratty episodes, but your desperation to please him won over in the end. It made training you an absolute delight, always so quick to beg for his forgiveness.

8:14 PM

Albert

I find it hard to believe I would forget anything.> Why don't you go to your bedroom mirror, spread your legs, and show me. >

Bunny

< Yes, Sir.

That's it, nice and obedient, not a lick of resistance left hmm? You both knew the plug was there, but he wanted some entertainment and you were more than eager to show off the gift he'd left you with. Wesker finished his first glass of liquor and poured another, bringing the bottle and his glass to the living room where he settled on to his large, plush couch. Finally, his phone vibrated again.

8:20 PM

Bunny

< Here you go, Sir <3 < [IMAGE]

Sat on the ground, back leaning against your bed—you were undressed from the waist down with your legs wide, spreading yourself open for him with your fingers. He zoomed in on your pussy, breath catching as he noted how puffy and sore it looked from being stuffed for hours. His cum was leaking out from around the gem-topped plug, enough he was sure your underwear were soiled with it. He felt his pants grow tighter at the sight, taking his time to burn it into his mind before he responded.

8:24 PM

Albert

I suppose you were right, dear. But it also appears someone didn't follow orders. > You were meant to keep every drop in, remember? >

Bunny

< Hey, that was the plugs job!

Albert

And we have an attitude? To think I was going to let you finish tonight; I'm not sure you deserve it now.>

Bunny

< No please! I wanna cum so badddd < :(

Albert

Then act like it, pet. >

He slipped off his gloves and undid his pants, pulling out his half hard cock to give it lazy, loose-gripped strokes. Sexting was more satisfying to him than lone masturbation, at least with this he still got to sate his need for control. It was a way for him to care for you from afar, keep you relaxed in the evenings and on track during the day. He noticed you started sleeping better when your arrangement transitioned to full time, and though he'd never admit it, he slept more soundly knowing you weren't up alone all night like you used to be.

8:27 PM

Albert

Take out the plug and stuff that mess back where it belongs—your clit is off limits. > I expect video evidence you have followed my instructions. >

Bunny

< And then I get to cum?

Albert

Follow my instructions and we will see. >

Bunny

< Yes, Sirrr

Albert

I'll let the whining go so long as it doesn't continue. >

Whether it was the booze, the lingering high of spending the evening together, or a bit of both, Wesker was feeling uncharacteristically lenient at the moment. His wrist flicked over his dick as it pulsed in his grip, easing himself up to his full size. He would kill to have you sat in front of him right now, exposed and needy as he stroked himself to your figure. Maybe he'd tie you to his sybian, force you to cum for him until tears stained your face and you begged for even just a couple seconds to recover. Of course he wouldn't relent, you looked so perfect crying as your brain melted away into pleasure and pain. Yes, that will be happening some day.

8:38 PM

Bunny

< [VIDEO]

Albert

Such an obedient little rabbit. It feels so good to do as you're told, doesn't it? >

Bunny

< Yes, Sir, it feels amazing, thank you for leading me

Albert

You are welcome, my dear. >

Wesker opened the video, pace increasing as he watched you ease the metal plug out of yourself; ever so gentle, hearing you hiss in pain as it popped out of your swollen cunt. You angled the camera up towards your face in the mirror, running your tongue along the plug to collect the jizz coating it. So fucking perfect, didn't even have to be told. Bet you just needed to taste me didn't you? Every day, little things you did like that reminded him you were made to be his. No one else could be trusted to care for and discipline you in the way you required.

The phone was turned back towards your pussy as you collected the cum coating your lower lips, careful to not let yourself brush against your clit even by accident. You pushed it back inside, a small moan leaving your mouth as you curled your fingers up; he said not to touch your clit, but he never said a bit of fingering wasn't allowed. Besides, you were trying to get his cum as deep as you could. Once it was all in, you removed your fingers and brought those to your mouth too, sucking them clean for the camera. Wesker had to remove his hand from his cock, shooting back the remainder of his whiskey to give himself a chance to cool down. The burn grounded him, but the alcohol was clouding his mind, making his own desperation start to push through his typically titanium composure.

8:43 PM

Bunny

< Is the video acceptable, Sir?

Albert

Yes, it's perfect. You always do such a good job for me, dearest. >

Bunny

< Can I please please please cum, Sir? I'll take a video for you, I'll do it however you want, I need it so bad pretty please

Albert

Of course, my sweet pet. I just need one more thing from you. >

Bunny

< Anything

Albert

Get a marker and write "Property of Albert Wesker" on yourself, wherever you please. Make sure it's visible while you touch that needy cunt for me. >

He'd been plenty possessive before, but this was the most blatant show of his desires yet. It was one thing for him to say you were his, getting you to be the one going so far as to brand your skin with his name was a whole new level of control. He blamed his possessiveness on you spending the day away from him, but it wasn't the cause; more a catalyst alongside the alcohol that made the need to own you burn too hot for him to contain. In that moment he decided you would be receiving a collar for daily wear, something to mark you as his at all times.

A minute passed, then another, and the faintest anxiety crept into Wesker's mind. Was it too much for you? Do you not believe your place is with me? No, that would be foolish, you're too smart for that. He took a swig of whiskey straight from the bottle, running a hand through his hair, dick left untouched as he waited for your response.

8:51 PM

Bunny

< Sorry, couldn't find a marker hehe < [IMAGE]

Relief washes over him and arousal surges as he looks at the photo. You're stripped naked, PROPERTY OF ALBERT WESKER in prominent black ink across your chest. You didn't stop there though, writing MINDLESS PET on one thigh and WESKER'S CUM DUMP with an arrow pointing towards your entrance on the other. Whenever he felt the rarest pang of guilt for corrupting you, you go and remind him that you came this way. You were helpless, free-floating, in desperate need of direction before you met him. Everything he has done, everything rule he's taught you to follow, every punishment he's inflicted on you; you craved it, begged for it, wanted it long before the two of you ever crossed paths. If it wasn't him, someone else would have come along and exploited your submissiveness, while Wesker used it as a tool to help you prosper. He enjoyed it, sure, but he did this all for your sake—at least that's what he told himself.

8:52 PM

Albert

You are such a wonderful gift, my love. > Always going above and beyond to please your master.> You've been so good, so obedient, so perfect for me.> Go get your wand. I need to see you cum with my name branding your skin. >

Bunny

< Yes of course thank you Sir!!

The booze made him loose-lipped, rapid firing texts as he stroked himself with an iron grip. Is this to please me, or are they really just that enchanted already? Not that it matters, they're mine and they know they're mine. Exactly how it is meant to be.

8:53 PM

Albert

Give me a clear view of yourself when you cum and don't hold in your moans. > I love when you're noisy, you have the prettiest cries, my sweet bunny. >

8:56 PM

Albert

I own you, do you understand? > My brilliant, pliant little rabbit. > So bright but still so lost, desperate for my control.> You knew your place from the start, calling me "Sir" with those innocent eyes. >

8:59 PM

Bunny

< [VIDEO]

Wesker opened the video already at the brink, and when he heard a faint "I love you" slip between your moans a cord snapped inside him. He fell back against the couch, growling as he came across his fist and still-clothed abdomen. If the world was a just and right place, it would be filling your pretty, abused hole rather than seeping into his button-up.

9:01 PM

Bunny

< Thank you for allowing me to finish <3 <3 <3 < You're a very generous master < I'm all yours, always <3

Albert

Clean yourself up and get some rest. You earned your reward, such a good pet. > <3 I will see you tomorrow, my sweet bunny. Call me if you can't sleep. >

Wesker ordered a custom engraved collar for you that night. It looked like a normal choker with a small heart-shaped pendant on the front, but it had a locking clasp so only he would be able to remove it. On the backside of the pendant was the inscription "If found, please return to Albert Wesker". It was subtle enough that people would think it was just a piece of jewelry, but the constant pressure on your neck would be a reminder of who you belonged to. This way even when he wasn't there physically, his control would be with you at all times, firm but reassuring.

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BRATBREAKER - CR

🥀 Synopsis - How Cris Redfield breaks his brats

🥀 Pairing - Chris Redfield x Reader

Word Count - 575

CW - MDNI - Brat taming, restraint, praise, overstimulation, aftercare.

CHRIS REDFIELD breaks you through overwhelming kindness. He's a big, sweet man with hands that can (and have) crush stone, and he hates that he has to do this. But you made him. You poked the bear and tested boundaries until that gentle patience snapped into something firmer.

That look simmers in his blue eyes, the one that says he's been fighting this urge all day, and he's losing.

"I didn't want to punish you," he'll say, voice low with regret as he pins both your wrists above your head with one massive hand. The other finds your hip, gripping hard enough to bruise. "But you just wouldn't stop, would you? Kept pushing, running that pretty mouth." He shakes his head, almost sad. "You know I love that mouth. But sometimes it needs to be used for something else."

And then he fucks the attitude out of you. Thoroughly. He uses his weight to press you into the mattress until you can't squirm, can't escape, can't do anything but take it. He makes you cum until your legs shake and your voice goes hoarse from your moans. Once, twice, three times. Chris doesn't stop pushing until that bratty wildfire in your eyes is nothing but cozy embers and you're panting his name and apologies like a mantra.

"There you go," he murmurs, pressing kisses onto your neck and breathing you in. "That's it. You're being such a good girl for me now." He strokes your hair with those massive, calloused hands, kisses your forehead like you're something precious, whispers apologies while he ruins you. "I'm sorry, sweetie. I'm sorry. But you needed this, didn't you? You needed me to remind you."

He needs to do this at least once a month with you. Accepting that your brattiness is a terminal condition and he's the only one strong enough to handle it. It's in the way he watches you sometimes, a knowing sigh escaping his lips when you start getting that gleam in your eye. "Don't," he'll warn, but there's no heat in it. He knows it's coming. He's already mentally preparing to pin you down again.

And every time, when you finally go limp and pliant beneath him, when your body gives out and your voice is nothing but broken little whimpers, he holds you close. Wraps those huge arms around you and tucks you against his chest, presses kisses to the top of your head, tells you how proud he is. "Look at you," he'll whisper, voice thick with affection. "So sweet when you let go. Why can't you be like this all the time?" But he's smiling when he says it. Because Chris doesn't break you to hurt you. He breaks you to put you back together sweeter, softer, his.

Pulling you into his chest, he gives off the heat and softness of a teddy bear despite the muscles. He beings you water and snacks that he had prepared ahead of time.

Caring for you in pressing cool cloths to your flushed skin and kissing every mark he left behind. "I’m here," he whispers. "I've got you, sweetie." He wraps you in a blanket, tucks you against his side, and doesn't let go until you fall asleep. If you wake up in the middle of the night, you'll feel him against your back, warm, solid as a wall with one hand resting protectively on your hip. He's not going anywhere. He never does.

[potatocrisp]

Between a rock and a hard place or something

[odgetufts]

POV: You're Jim Marcus (and/or a fascinating bug)

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[theunfortunate-author]

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