Wesker’s Coat

Some days are harder than others, this you already know. There are days that leave you furious and bothered, irritation making your nerves run high. Others make you tearful, where you spend hours in fitful sobs. The worst ones, though, are the days where you feel hollow. The days you barely remember because you’re not fully present. The days where you’re left ridden with guilt and confusion for no apparent reason. Days like today.

It’s not like you haven’t done anything all day. You stick to your regular schedule, forcing yourself to go through the motions because it’s the only thing that’s grounding you. At least you got some work done. Even if in a daze. Even if shifting around feels like you’re trying to puppet your limbs from outside your body. 

A knock on the door breaks you out of your stupor. You don’t respond.

He walks in anyway, it’s not like you were going to stop him.

Your eyes remain on the ceiling even when you hear his approaching footsteps. He crouches down as soon as his face is within your line of sight. Only then do your eyes shift to him.

He questions why you’re on the floor. You say you’re just tired.

An amused huff escapes him as he moves to sit beside you. He runs his fingers through your hair yet you remain still. You truly don’t know why he bothers with you, this was probably a waste of his time. There were more important things he could be attending to.

Did anything happen today?

You shake your head. No.

Are you upset about something?

No.

Someone?

No.

He tilts his head. What’s happening, then?

You don’t answer. You can’t answer. Because you don’t know. Those dark shades reflect your own stupid face at you. There truly was no reason why you felt the way you did. It’s been like this for as long as you could remember, that persisting feeling of ennui that’s caused so many of your memories to slip by. The silence stretches on as you grapple for an answer.

Tell him you’re stressed from work. Tell him you were tired because you couldn’t sleep the night before. Tell him you saw someone run over a squirrel. Just make something up to get him off your back. 

I don’t know, you finally say. The hand that was running through your hair pauses only for a brief moment, but you notice.

Behind the shades he gives you a look that you assume is pity. You hate it. You’ve always loathed it when people see any vulnerable parts of you. Detest when they poke and prod the soft parts, peering inside. Despise the tenderness that comes with it.

I don’t need your sympathy, you think to yourself. I’m not weak.

Are you really as self-reliant as you think you are, though? On days like these you shut down over seemingly nothing. Does admitting you need help hurt your pride? Does wanting care like any other person bruise your ego? Or does the idea of being vulnerable scare you when you’ve grown so accustomed to being on your own?

He can tell your mind is drifting. He says so.

You apologise and he tells you it’s alright. When he starts to pull you up to sit you upright you don’t protest. The hand that was in your hair cups the side of your face, thumb moving over your cheeks and under your eyes. If he notices the eyebags he doesn’t comment on it. 

His gentleness makes you embarrassed. This is humiliating. No one should see this part of you.

You try to turn your head away from his hand, but his hold tightens. He cups your other cheek to make you face him again. Your breath catches in your chest as he leans in close. He’s so close you can feel his breath on the side of your face.

Don’t run, he says to you. Don’t run from me.

The breath you let out comes out as a choked sob. Only then does a tear escape, but his thumb wipes it away as quickly as it came. 

He whispers things into your ear. Tells you that there’s nothing wrong with you. You’re the most brilliant person he’s ever worked with. No, you’re not weak at all. Everyone slips up once in a while, yes? He says he wants to ensure you’re alright. It’s not wrong to want help. To want him. In fact, all you need is him. He’s here, right now. 

All the while his hands move over you. Rubbing your shoulders and running through your hair. Moving up and down your back. Cupping your cheeks and wiping your tears away again. When you lean into his touch, he coos at you. When you whimper, he only lovingly shushes you.

It’s alright, he purrs. You have me.

He doesn’t mind it when you wrap your arms around him. When your hands cling so tightly to his shirt he can feel the desperation radiating off of you. No, he doesn’t mind at all. His lips kiss the top of your head as he continues to hold you.

he loves using pet names

AAA

him grabbing your chin, sorta squishing your face while making you look at him saying "youre such a perfect plaything for me"

heres a list of pet names i think he would use

plaything

pet

puppy

good boy/girl

sweetheart

dearheart (a given as this is wesker)

sunshine

love

honestly he will call you anything you want (within reason to his ego)

into pet play

this one is for me im being self indulgent

if youre not into it thats fine but if you are

whoa

loves if you wear a pair of puppy ears and/or tail

(or kitty if you wish. or hell even a fox)

LOVES it when youre in pet space with a collar on and leash tightly held in his fist while hes working at his desk and youre just sitting there next to him but on the floor with your head on his thigh

will randomly tug on your collar and make you suck him off while hes doing paperwork

will get you a water bowl to drink out of if you wish

and will get you a cage to rest in

dry humping? yea dry humping.

if theres little time to fuck and youve been teasing him all day he will 100% pin your chest to a wall and hump your ass till he cums

so now youre all hot and bothered, he got off on using you, the fucker will not allow you to tease him all day and will get back at you for it

this man is clearly into BDSM

i mean look at him

skintight leather suit (which respect him for that that shit must be hot af and not easy to move in yet hes doing jojo poses and shit like hes dio brando and flipping around like a kungfu movie star)

hes very into bondage

either that be tying you up with silky rope, giving you a body harness, suspending you, or even using uroburos on you

would 100% blind and gag you, have you tied in a frog tie with your arms tied behind your back

if you want a crotch knot is up to you

he just loves to have you tied up, gagged and blindfolded at his mercy

it makes him swell with power

and makes his cock hard when he trails his hands up your body and you make a cute muffled wimpering sound

respects your bounderies

not really a kink thing but

when you two first start becoming sexually active with each other he sits yall down to make a list with things you want to do, what youre willing to try, and things you will not do

then review them together and talk about it

even if its embarassing a tad he makes you feel comfortable

he wants to make sure you actually like it alot when he pulls you aside in his lab when anyone can walk in

his hand around your throat and the other in your underwear fucking you with his fingers

(dont worry he locked the door, he wont tell you but he would never let someone see you like that. thats for him and him only. tho he gets off on you thinking its unlocked)

as much as he loves to fuck you hard he also loves soft sex

holding you close to him, bodies touching as he slowly thrusts in and out of you, bottoming out inside you while hungerly kissing you

sitting in his lap with one of his hands on the back of your neck holding you to him tightly while the other one is held firmly around your waist as he bucks his hips up to fuck you

if youre like me and take a fuck ton of time to orgasm and are kinda embarrassed by it

please do not fake it with him

or do cuz he can tell if you are faking it no matter how real it looks or how many times its worked on other people

if you do and he knows he will overstim you by making sure you cum for him

he doesnt mind sitting there for longer between your thighs

or rubbing you off while he fucks you sensless

your pleasure means a lot to him too hes not just chasing his own high

would somehow train you to cum when he does

hes also into you calling him some names

those names are

master

captain (my personal fav)

sir

my lord

God

daddy

anything really that lables him as someone having power over you

an athority figure

daddy was one he was kinda iffy about

but hearing it come out from your lips one night inbetween your gasping, he almost came right on the spot and was sorta confused with himself for a bit

which then made him realize he has a breeding kink

please wear his sunglasses on your head while fucking him, damn

send him lewd photos while hes at work of you in a shirt of his and nothing else and he will try to leave work early

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gods this was longer than i wanted it to be lol

+BONUS!!