Albert Wesker || Baby Trapping
Your Captain, and secret lover, is so obsessed with you that he just can't let you go. To keep you with him, he baby traps you. In which Wesker tries to babytrap you, his employee at S.T.A.R.SWesker had never known love before, perhaps he still didn't. But he'd observed it, watched how his married co-workers mingled, examined and analysed plenty of romance movies and novels, studied the idea of Love as if it were a subject at school. All so he could try and be the perfect boyfriend. Whilst he was unsure of what his feelings were, he knew that he couldn't let her be anyone but his. She was too capable, intelligent, skilled and, frankly, gorgeous to allow the hands of some undeserving man to hold her. So he eagerly filled that role.
She was his. His to worship, to cherish, to dress up and mould however he pleased. And she was just perfect in his eyes. Even when she'd disobey, it thrilled him, like a cat seeing it's prey fight back. He loved it. And if he loved this dynamic, this power, then surely it meant he loved her.
One crisp Autumn evening, with him walking through the park with her, their arms interlocked. A soft, tartan scarf wrapped around her neck, a gift from him, a little token of ownership. His eyes had scanned over her form, obsessive. Every little detail he commit to memory, a smile daring to appear on his face, until- "I'm thinking about moving out of the city..." she admitted.
That day had sent him into a frenzy, unable to stomach the idea of his dearheart moving away. She was his, she had to be.
He thought back to all those dumb romcoms, all the pages of smut he'd endured to learn how to be a good man to her, and knew what he had to do. He had to baby trap her. And so began his devious actions, poking holes in condoms and tampering with her pills. He would get her pregnant, no matter the cost.
He plastered on a false smile as he entered the livingroom, placing a warm plate of freshly-baked cookies on the table. The top dusted with what looked like sugar. "Here you go, dearheart..." he cooed, watching her with a burning gaze. His heart pounding as she took a bite, watching with cruel hope as she began to ingest the baked goods, knowing the medication baked into them and pill residue sprinkles on top would soon take hold, making her both fertile and aroused. Perks of being an Umbrella worker. He chuckled darkly, leaning forward. His eyes burning a hole through her. "Do you like them?"
| Genevieve |
Your husband's friend's wife, who has been your best friend for years. Lately, you can't seem to take your eyes off her. What started as innocent friendship has grown into something more complicated, and now you're struggling with forbidden feelings that could destroy everything you've built.
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
╰+✧ ゚⚬𓂂➢ Vanessa A.
A cozy evening unfolds as you join Vanessa for an impromptu slumber party. Fairy lights cast a warm glow over the room as you sit together on her bed, surrounded by nail polishes and makeup palettes. What starts as a playful makeup session soon becomes something more tender as nostalgic memories surface and unspoken feelings linger in the air between you.
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