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Hello, my name is Lav or Lava and I write and or repost others works for Resident Evil Biohazard. My ask box is consistently open until said otherwise, I promise I don't bite too hard.
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Pairing: Albert Wesker & Afab!reader
Word count: 1.0k
Warnings: Mild gun play, mild sadism, typical Wesker manipulation, dumbification, mentions of killing reader.
Summary: Training with your Captain doesn't go entirely according to plan. But of course, he planned for that.
A/N: My first writing on this wretched site. @sable-elk You owe me.
A heavy boot pressed against the thoracic column of your spine, pinning you heavily to the ground. You knew in the back of your head that training with Captain Wesker would lead to nothing worthwhile or remotely enlightening. He took pleasure in seeing you squirm like a bug under his boot pressed heavily against your spine.
"Are you quite done? You are wasting my time by squirming." Wesker's voice vibrated over your nerves, causing you to freeze in your movements. You let out a heavy sigh, feeling the air evacuate your lungs.
"Yes, Captain, I'm done." You mumble in bated breaths as his boot removed from your spine before returning to step between your legs, kicking them open with little care of your comfort. The act caused an immediate shudder throughout your entire body.
"What a good little pawn, giving in to your king so easily." Wesker purred as he gently kicked his boot against your crotch, sending a yelp leaving your lips. You couldn't ignore the way he let out a breathless chuckle at your pain. He was always a sadist, but the extent always took you by surprise. You needed to focus and try to ignore the way he was torturing you.
"Good mutt." He continued before raising his foot above your pelvis, pressing it down to compress your already sensitive clit painfully, the resulting grunt was anything but dignified.
As you lay there, trying to block out the pain and humiliation, a surge of determination washed over you. You refused to be just another pawn in Wesker’s game. You would rise above his cruelty and prove yourself to be more than just a “mutt.”
With a burst of strength, you pushed against Wesker’s boot, throwing him off balance and sending him stumbling backwards. As he regained his footing, a look of surprise flashed across his face. But before he could react, you lunged at him, using every ounce of training and skill you had acquired under his harsh tutelage.
The tables had turned, and now it was Wesker who found himself pinned to the ground, gasping for breath. You stood over him, a fierce determination burning in your eyes.
“I am not your pawn, and I am certainly not your mutt,” you declared, your voice steady and unwavering. “I am a soldier, and I will not be broken by you or anyone else.”
Wesker hummed as he looked up at you from behind his tinted sunglasses. Wesker stood up, grabbing you by your neck and pinning you against the wall, his hand sliding closer to your belt, toying with the buckle,"You parade yourself as something higher than the dog you are. It's truly inspiring." He scoffs in a mocking tone. "Unfortunately, your body betrays every word slipping past your brainless lips." He skillfully undid your belt with one hand, sliding his hand into your pants and feeling the wet underwear underneath his fingertips, pressing into your engorged clit from over the fabric.
You choked out a moan as he lazily circled your clit, gently pinching and flicking it from time to time, feeling the way your clit twitched and throbbed against his fingers. Wesker yanked your pants down in a swift motion before ripping your underwear in half. The action had you reeling, trying to recover from the ferocity, but to no avail. Wesker dropped to his knees to take your clit in his mouth, licking fat stripes up to the pearly head and sucking on your puffy lips, drinking up every drop of slick threatening to drop. You whimpered and gripped onto his vest, pulling him further onto your pussy in desperation.
Wesker rumbled a laugh against your clit before continuing to suck on your sensitive tip. Your head lolled to the side as your hips bucked against his face, soft gasps leaving your lungs as his fingers suddenly pressed into your walls alongside his tongue, stretching you wide. His fingers were big, bigger than yours and oh so much longer. They pressed and rubbed your g-spot tortuously, bringing you closer to the edge. "Captain…" You gasp out, hand gripping his hair like a lifeline.
Wesker purred, pulling his tongue out of your stretched hole. "You truly are nothing but a pathetic mutt. Whimpering for me so soon?" He teases. His words simply vibrated over your nerves. You couldn't process anything as your brain slipped away, making you brainless for nothing but his fingers, his mouth. You snapped back to reality when you felt something hard against your jaw. Wesker had his fingers buried deep in you, but his free hand held his gun to your jaw, finger resting on the side. "Finally paying attention? I truly thought I had lost you. Dumb mutt, I doubt you even heard anything I just said."
"C-Captain.. You shouldn't be pointing a gun at me, you taught me not to point a gun at anything that isn't my target." You tried to remind him in a shaky voice.
"You are my target, dear. Isn't that obvious?" Wesker smirks dangerously before he begins rubbing and pounding his fingers into your g-spot, causing your vision to white-out as you writhed on his fingers. "You are so easy. To think I can snuff you out and kill you right here, and you'd be happily fucking yourself on my fingers the entire way to those pearly gates. They wouldn't want you, you're too filthy for them, dear. You belong with a God who truly wants you." Wesker growls against your ear, knowing you can hardly think, let alone listen. Your body fucks itself onto his fingers, getting closer to that razors edge.
"Cap.. Cap.." You babble uselessly as he continues to pummel your poor g-spot, watching as your eyes roll back when you orgasm, your walls squeezing and clenching around his fingers, a wanton moan escaping your throat. Wesker brushes his lips against your neck, almost as if to kiss it.
"You hold my secret, mutt, and yet you don't even know it. Soon you'll be reborn, something better than this small town cop. You'll be perfect."
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