leon s kennedy, luis serra, claire redfield, jack krauser, carlos olivera, jill valentine, chris redfield, jake muller, ada wong, wesker, sheva, helena, mia winters, ethan winters, alcina dimitrescu, & more if requested :)
reader typically afab, but also will be writing transmasc/transfem !!! i will always specify !!!
i will write
anything that isn't problematic tbh. don't send anything that would put you on a watchlist <3
Warnings: NSFT (obviously), D/s, roughness, teasing, me writing (scary), British spelling (scarier)
Sorry for being horny I'll take myself to jail.
Chris
Chris starts slowly. He moves from kissing your lips to your neck, covering from your earlobe to your shoulder before running his lips across your collarbone. He goes to one of your breasts, kissing around it for what feels like forever until he reaches the centre. Drags his tongue slicked in drool in torturously slow circles around your nipple for what feels like ages before taking it into his mouth and gently sucking, flicking his tongue against the tip. He would lay his body weight on you to keep you from squirming too much as he starts it all over again with the other one.
Chris would be the absolute king of eating you out. He absolutely loves doing it and intends to savour the opportunity. He'll jump at the chance to give you a quick one, but if he can get his way, he will spend as long as possible on you.
When he feels like it you'll get more soft, stubble-y kisses down your stomach, across your waist, your hips, down your thighs, Chris just loves your body and he wants his lips on every part of it. He will eventually get around to actually eating your pussy, starting with the slowest, lightest of licks up the length of it, expression halfway between a satisfied little smile and a smirk. By the end he will be eating and licking and lapping at you like his life depends on it, soaking his chin in your juices. Sometimes he'll be pulling you onto his face, throwing your thighs over his shoulder, other times he'll keep you in place by holding your hips down. He's not gonna take you over the edge until he's had his fill, though, so you'd better get comfortable there.
Jill
While Chris is all patience and gentleness, Jill is pushy. She gets hungry when she thinks about having you and girl does not care to eat daintily.
Jill manhandles you down into the bed, giving you a rough kiss as she starts to practically tear your clothes off. She plants kisses down your neck before shoving your bra up, sucking hard on both your nipples. She'll leave hickeys all over your stomach and thighs (and maybe one or two on your neck to remember her by) before getting straight to work on your clit, tonguing it just right as she jams two fingers inside you to rub into your g-spot. Jill thinks she can make you come in a matter of minutes if she feels like it and she's right.
She isn't always rough and fast, though - sometimes, she'll be too light and slow just to tease you. Why rush when you're giving her such adorable, entertaining reactions? She'll find that exact spot on you that makes you convulse and stay there just to torture you, chuckling and cooing over you. Want her to stop being mean? Stop reacting so strongly and she'll think about it.
Wesker
Wesker is all rough and needy when he eats you. Your scent, your taste, the way you feel, everything, once he gets down there his composure starts to crack and he gets badly pussy drunk, fast. Your noises only make him more and more desperate and there's a fair chance he'll start grinding into the bed. Or the couch, or desk, or floor, he'll take you anywhere, really.
Wesker gets straight down between your legs, kissing and biting down your thighs before tearing down your underwear with his teeth. He'll grab your hips or legs to keep you still, holding them hard enough to bruise if you squirm too much. He shoves his face right in you, coating himself and bumping his nose against your clit as he licks up every drop of slick like he hasn't eaten in weeks. He's noisy, too, he'll be growling and making little groans in the back of his throat as he enjoys you. Keeps you down there for multiple orgasms, too intoxicated to even register how many you've had - he won't stop until you make him.
It's pretty easy to gain control over him like this, too. Pull him down to his knees and between your legs by his hair, messing it up in the process. His grumbles will go away pretty quickly once he tastes you, eyes black with lust, giving you cute, devoted looks and making soft little whines as he pleases you, barely able to control himself.
Leon
Leon isn't super experienced, especially when he's younger, but he makes up for it in enthusiasm. Man eats you with fervour, he's all about devotion and making you feel good. He's pretty laid back the whole time, but he is determined to give you a good orgasm and you'd better believe he's getting what he wants.
Leon's favourite way to eat you is to lie back and let you sit on his face, his eyes gently closed as he pleases you. You can dom him like this if you want, tugging on his hair and riding his face til he's gasping for air, cooing over him - or not, he's in his happy place either way. He holds your thighs, gently kneading them - maybe until he decides to insert a few fingers into you, slowly pumping in and out, or perhaps lazily stroking himself while he takes care of you.
Throwing your legs over his shoulders and pulling him towards you is also a good position, especially if you want to see the cute looks he gives you as he pleasures you. Stroke your fingers through his hair, gently rub his cheek - he only gets more obliging.
Claire
Claire loves eating you out - she gets a cute little smirk on her face that widens at every shudder and gasp you give her. She looks forward to getting you home and immediately getting between your legs, finally relaxing at getting to be near you. Enjoys getting you wet enough that just kissing and licking at you through your underwear is enough to get you trembling.
Claire is obsessed with your thighs, and she'll spend ages just kissing them and sucking them and licking them up and down before she starts. She'll lick the sides of your labia just to tease you, before very lightly flicking her tongue against her clit. Don't expect her to be too expedient - teasing and playing coy to see just how worked up she can get you is way more fun. Although, the soft little moans she gives you as she enjoys tasting you are too sweet to stay annoyed for long.
She likes using her hands to stimulate you, groping your breasts and teasing you nipples and massaging your thighs while she covers you with her mouth. By the end she's eating you vigorously, basically giving you a deep, passionate open-mouthed kiss between your legs and keeping at it through your climax. Be ready to return the favour, though - you'll barely be finished before she's climbing to come sit on your your face or spreading her legs with an impatient pout.
one thing about me is i write on a whim, so yes, there is more krauser coming--- but before that, i offer: the trans leon ask and some dumbification stuff with mia winters :)
rating: E
Jack Krauser/Transmasc!Reader
18+
warnings: p in v, creampie, semi-public, rough sex, fighting, blood
word count: 2.1k
sequel to "full draw"
summary:
Krauser is left dealing with the brunt of your anger after you get into a fight with the new rookie.
AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48054040
A bold line of blood flowed from your nose. It bloomed out, mixing with your sweat and following the curve of your cupid’s bow. Your tongue flashed out and caught the copper; it slid down your throat, and you hardly noticed the bitter taste as your fist connected with the face of the recruit in front of you.
Your knuckles cracked across his jaw, an audible snap, and he folded. You watched blue start to burst across your skin immediately from the force of the punch. Your shoulders rolled, and you stood up straighter. The rest of the unit was quiet, watching with intense eyes as the fight came to an abrupt end. You paced the mat in front of the recruit. His pupils were blown, gaze unfocused, fighting unconsciousness, and you felt a smug sort of accomplishment.
“Is there a reason you’re all standing around?”
The training room rang with the major’s voice. As the rest of the unit skittered away with soft ‘no sir’s and ‘sorry major’s, you kept lording above your victory. You twisted your neck to face Krauser. Once he saw your face and the soldier on the mat, his eyes darkened substantially. His pace quickened, legs stepping out in longer, more menacing strides. His hand curled into the back of your shirt and dragged you backwards.
“What the fuck are you doing, soldier?” Krauser hissed the words out, his face getting right into yours. You met his eyes defiantly; you said nothing. Your jaw clenched hard enough to threaten cracked teeth. “Are you looking for a court martial? ‘Cause this is how you fucking get one.”
The recruit on the ground was the unit’s newfound rookie. He’d taken that title from you, and at first, you’d been glad. But he proved to be a thorn in your side. He'd caught the major's eye, something about his potential. You didn't like it. All pretty blonde locks and a face full of hope. Tonight was the last straw. The rookie had had enough of your shitty attitude and made a slick comment about sleeping with the chain of command. You saw red and snapped.
“Woods,” Krauser barked, crooking his finger toward one of the other members of your unit. “Get the rookie to the infirmary. And the rest of you–” He said, voice growing louder as he looked around the room. “Better find something to fucking do other than stare slack-jawed like a bunch of fucking morons within the next sixty seconds or I’ll make you regret it.”
The room was a sudden flurry of movement. Krauser rarely snapped at you all like that. You knew he’d make good on his threat. As you began to step away, Krauser snatched up your wrist. His tone was low, dangerous and simmering as he spoke so that only you could hear, “I’m not done with you.”
You looked up at the ceiling, expression a twisting wave of annoyance as the unit cleared. The air in the room was hot. All you could smell was the blood in your nose. Your chest heaved. Once the door to the training room banged shut, Krauser released you.
“Don’t do that shit again.”
“He said–”
“Did I fucking ask?” Krauser’s anger matched your own. It was smoky, choking each word and threatening to take your breath away. You shook out the sting in your hands from where you’d been hitting the rookie. He watched intently. The muscles in his neck flexed.
“Whatever. Report me if you fucking have to. I don’t need this.” You started to storm away again.
An arm circled around your neck, snatching you up and dragging you against Krauser’s chest. You moved on instinct. He'd trained you well. Fingers curling around his thumb, you pulled. Krauser was forced to follow the tug or risk dislocation. You spun free from the hold. But true to his word, he wasn't done with you. Krauser moved quickly. He twisted his hand to grab your wrist. He wrenched your arm until it was pinned against the small of your back. Your shoulder screamed. “Act like you’ve got some sense, boy,” he warned into your ear.
“Fuck off, Jack.”
The use of his name was a spark against his already-volatile state. Krauser made a guttural sound in his throat that you’d never heard before. He used the heel of his boot to kick your ankle until it gave. Your knees hit the mat with a sickening thud. Krauser, still holding your arm, used his free hand to grab the back of your head and shove your face into the mat. You squirmed, teeth bared. The blood smeared across the entire lower half of your face.
“This what you want?” he barked; one foot was planted beside you, caging you in. The other was kneeling, flush to your calf. Your ass was in the air, and Krauser’s hips were slotted snugly against yours. His hard cock was a surprise but not an unwelcome one. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t fighting off your own arousal. “Answer me.”
You didn’t. Further defiance in your silence. You continued your efforts to fight the hold he had on you, giving just enough resistance to stoke the heat in both of you.
Krauser took the bait. Something he never did, making it clear to you he was playing into this just as much as you were. Krauser twisted your arm harder until you gave him a yelp. Your other arm flung out to claw against the mat. Krauser dropped the palm on the back of your head to drag it down the length of your spine. He gripped your waistband; he wrestled your pants and boxers over the curve of your ass, just far enough so he could see your sopping wet cunt.
“Un-fucking-believable,” Krauser snarled. He slid his fingers through your folds, dipping them inside and pumping roughly two, three times. Enough to piss you off when he pulled them out. His thumb settled against the side of your cunt and pulled, opening you up. He watched as you clenched around nothing. Despite the burning anger, your fluttering walls betrayed how turned on you were.
“You can stare later,” you muttered. You needed him, needed him to quench the heat boiling up in your stomach. Plus, the last thing you needed was someone getting an eyeful. You'd rather die than let the rookie find out he was right.
“Don’t push me.” Krauser’s voice was tight with a warning as he unzipped his pants. With a soft shuffle, you felt him against you. Krauser tapped his cock against your entrance, no doubt amused when your whole body jolted in response. You shifted back to encourage him. He slid the length of his cock between your lips, coating his dick in your wetness. The friction, pleasant, warm, was just enough to tease.
“Jack, will you just fucking–”
The sharp edge to your voice fizzled out; your words gave way to a moan. Krauser’s cock sank into you agonizingly slowly. You basked in the feeling of each inch stretching you. Dizzy with excitement, the lack of prep didn’t even matter. You were beyond soaked, cunt practically drooling from how aroused you were. You opened for him easily. Your pussy squeezed around him, coaxing him deeper, deeper until you saw stars when he bottomed out. Krauser, bastard that he ever was, went totally still.
“God, I hate you,” you muttered. Krauser released your arm, fingers moving deliberately as they unfurled. He was fully convinced that you were pinned there by your need to have him fuck you into this mat like he owned you. And he was right. You'd never tell him that, though.
“Yeah?” he started, scoffing blatantly at you. It served to only make you angrier. He rolled his hips. His dick pressing in further caused a slick, squelching noise. “Keep talking. Your cunt’s sayin’ somethin’ different.”
Oh, and that was your tell that he was enjoying this just as much as you were, if not more. The little drawl, a relic of his upbringing. It slipped out only when he was relaxed, letting his guard down. You heard it often these days. A grin pulled at your bloody lips. “Yeah?” you echoed him, and he uttered a soft ‘fuck’ under his breath. He’d been caught. “Keep talking.”
Krauser opted instead to pull his hips back. He slammed into your aching pussy with enough force to move you across the mat. The grin was immediately wiped from your face. You moaned through gritted teeth, loud and uncaring. Your nails dug lines into the mat beneath you. The tension in your body uncoiled slightly.
"There you go," Krauser mumbled. "That's it."
The major set his pace. It was punishing. Corrective action. His fingers gripped your hips so hard you knew the skin was already bruising. He slid one hand up the length of your spine before fisting his hand in your hair; Krauser snatched your head back, making your back arch. Your eyes looked up at the ceiling before fluttering closed.
He leaned over your back, not giving you a breath of reprieve with his thrusts as his mouth settled near your ear. “No soldier of mine is going to act a goddamn fool and get away with it.” His breath was hot on your skin. “Especially not you.”
You wanted to take that and run with it. It was a little slip, a taste of the affection he held for you. It made your heart swell. However, the feeling of his cock filling you was taking over your brain, melting the anger that had been boiling under your skin. You’d stash it away for later.
Krauser pushed your cheek back down to the the mat. “Stay.” The order was clear. And you obeyed. Ever a good soldier. Even now. You licked your lips, swallowing more blood. You heard more than saw Krauser raise his thumb up to his mouth to suck it into his mouth. Sufficiently wetted, Krauser snaked his hand around to your clit and finally attended to it. His thumb pushed into the head of your clit, circling it slowly. The movements were a stark contrast to the almost brutal nature with which he was thrusting into you.
"Come on, pretty boy." Krauser's voice was a rough purr. His nose pushed against the soft spot behind your ear. He panted against your skin; his mouth hung open. "Give it to me."
You cried out as you felt that familiar crack of warmth through your blood. He fucked through your orgasm, huffing out soft growls while your cunt milked him for all he was worth. You were a vice, hot, wet, and Krauser–as much as he was made to believe otherwise–was only human. He hardly faltered as he was wracked by his own release, hips still snapping against yours with loud, obscene sounds while he coated your walls with his come.
After a few moments, Krauser finally slowed. He rocked his still-hard cock in gentle, shallow movements. You felt him twitching, almost like he was eager to keep going. You couldn’t here. You both knew that. And so he moved. He stood from behind you. You rolled onto your back, head hitting the mat. Your hands shook as you slid your clothes back into place. You stayed laying there on the floor, staring up. The anger had completely left your bones.
Krauser zipped himself up, but you glanced down. You could still see the outline of his erection. A self-satisfied smile spread over your face that quickly died when Krauser asked, “What’d the rookie say?”
It was replaced by a scowl. “Something about fucking the higher-ups. Not important.”
Krauser set his jaw. “I’ll deal with him.”
A surge of pride. But you conceded, “He’s right.”
“Yeah.” Krauser folded his arms as he stood above you. He bent slightly at the waist and looked down at you. Your gazes met. “And if you’re gonna fuck your C.O., might as well get something out of it.”
That little bit of pride blossomed into something stupid, something warm. “I guess.”
A stretch of silence. Krauser spoke again, voice a little softer, a little raspier. “You alright?”
You nodded, turning your gaze back to the ceiling. “Rookie got it way worse.”
The quietest exhale from Krauser. You heard the smile as he murmured, “Atta boy.”
Bloody teeth showed in a grin. You covered your face with your palms. A chuckle left you, bubbling, incredulous. Soon, it turned into full blown laughter, ringing against the walls. Tinny reverbs joined by Krauser's breathless cackle until the two of you filled the room with your howls.
warnings: slight dubcon, overstimulation, p in v sex, mild degradation, praise, multiple orgasms, begging, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy
He arches up off the bed, cock spurting inside as his hand on the small of your back claws to keep hold of you. You feel the warm rush and ride it, grinding your hips in time with his and providing him the mercy of slowing down. Krauser grunts, catching his breath and using his grip on his hips to ease you into a complete stop while his dick softens.
Cute. You smile sweetly at him and move your hands over his, fingers curling underneath until you’ve efficiently removed them. Holding his hands, you take the moment of surprise between you to watch as his mouth opens when you start to move again.
Krauser’s eyes widen. “No, sweetheart.” He shakes his head, fondly exasperated. “M’ done.”
“Really?” You tilt your head. “I’m not. You wouldn’t deny me, would you? Especially since you’ve been gone all week.” Leaning to press a soft, lingering kiss to his cheek as you swivel your hips.
His hands twitch before tightening around yours and you use your momentum to push them into the mattress. His dick jolts inside you. Krauser exhales heavily, the end of the breath coming out a moan. “Fuck, fuck,” he manages. You watch the internal battle wage— his eyes shutting as he tries to steel himself through the intensity of it and his hips gradually starting to rise off the bed again.
You bite into his jugular, feeling more than hearing the answering whimper. “You’re already hard again. Can you feel it? Just had to be patient.”
“Baby.” His hands grasp around empty air, eyes a mix between hotly following your motions as you use him and hazy from overstimulation.
The feeling of him tensing underneath you is intoxicating— it wasn’t often he relinquished power like this, but when he did, it left you feeling like the most powerful in the world. You rock your hips and feel him hit the place inside you that has you doubling over. You’re in awe you haven’t cum yet, but watching him submit for you gets you there quickly.
He smiles at you, a blush high on his cheeks and puffs of air leaving his mouth. “Yeah? Gonna get off using me like a bitch in heat?” His breathing is so rough you’re prideful you caused it. “Oh, fuck. Come all over me,” he growls.
That’s all it takes, sending you into an orgasm hard enough your legs clamp down around him. “Oh my god, right there,” you cry out, your own hands replicating how he had squeezed yours earlier. “S’ so good.”
Having propped himself on an elbow, he watches, rapt as you gasp through the aftershocks. You can see how on the edge he is himself, and yet, he’s still vigilant to your pleasure.
You look at him, enraptured by how into this he is. Obviously you’re going to milk it.
So you lean further into his space, brushing your lips together and holding back a smile when his breath hitches. Needy.
“I know you want to,” you say quietly as to hear the replying whine. “You’re so close, aren’t you?”
Krauser huffs, grinding into you. It’s sensitive but you can’t get enough of it. Muscles in your legs bounce and an involuntary noise leaves you, traveling into his mouth as he urges you into a slow kiss. You let your teeth graze his tongue at the moment his hands strain against yours. He lifts off the bed, releasing into you with a hoarse shout.
You let go of one of his hands, cradle his head against you while you speak, still chasing the incessant movement of him inside you. “There you go, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
He kisses your skin, tongue laving over a perked nipple. You’re sure you taste of sweat and it’s fiercely arousing that he eats it up anyway. You let your head fall back, another orgasm directly following the last.
By the throaty sound he makes, you know you’re as tight as a vice around him. It must feel like torture, you riding him as he goes soft on you again. He wretches from your grip, hands finding your hips again. The squeeze is desperate. Krauser eyes you, very nearly debauched.
“Please, sweetheart,” he says. “I want to, but—”
You intentionally clench and watch him wet his lips. Both of you know he would stop you if he truly wanted to. But he doesn’t move to, just lowers back down with stuttered breaths. You take his hands in yours again, where they belong.
After a brief pause, you move again, lifting yourself up so his cum trails down your inner thighs, before slowly sitting down. Krauser makes an ah noise and you watch the plains of his abdomen ripple as you work up to a quicker pace. He’s still not hard, but the beads of sweat on his forehead tell you he will be soon.
An honest to god whimper leaves his mouth when enough of his cum drips to land on his pubic hair. You feel hot all over.
You notice and swipe a finger through it, licking the bitter taste from your finger. “I want all of it,” you tell him lowly, voice a rasp from the noises you’ve been making. “Give it to me.”
He pushes his lips together and looks past you to the ceiling, a noise you’ve never heard from him straining to pass his closed mouth. It’s fucking hot. Behind you, his legs spasm in aborted attempts to move. In reaction, you slam your hips down faster, choking on your breath when you find him hard again.
“Oh,” you say. “You never told me how much you liked being used. Gonna let me fuck you all night until you cum dry for me?”
His mouth hangs open, eyes downcast to where the mess of the two of you connect. By now, his energy is nearly depleted and his only movements are futile, small circles of his hips. You fuck him hard, biting your cheek at the blissed out look on his face.
Krauser sighs, so shaky you can see his chest rise, fall, rise, fall again. “‘m so sensitive,” he says under his breath.
You play with your clit, the tips of your fingers skimming across his dick as it pulls in and out of you. “You have no problem holding me down until I’m too sensitive, Jack,” you murmur, bending low to kiss his chest. “Telling me I can’t return the favor?” You lift up again, if only to see his eyes follow you like you’re the only thing in the world that matters. “Can’t waste this. You’re gonna have to go again if you want it to take.”
If possible, his jaw drops lower. “Yeah?” He asks, fire behind his eyes again at the mention of the kink you both very well know he has in abundance. “Want me to knock you up, sweetheart?”
As if challenging him, you hold yourself there and grind him deep inside you. He arches, thighs fucking tense. “Do it,” you dare him, intentionally moving the way that usually drives him mad— hardly even lifting off, keeping him buried where he needs to be.
“Fuck, I don't—” he tries, voice cracking. He opens again to speak and that’s when it hits him. Probably the hardest he’s had tonight, sudden and silent and devastating. You feel the intensity as he spills. It’s quick to leak, there’s so much of it.
“So good, so perfect,” you tell him while he’s in the throes, gasping for air and making balled up fists with your hands somewhere in the middle. “Always knew you were as good at taking orders as you were giving them, right?”
Still coming down from it, Krauser nods jerkily. You grin, not stopping this time and keeping with the pace you’ve been at. He chafes against you and it’s vaguely raw, but still wet enough to be good. You don’t let up until his eyes well with unshed tears.
“You too fucked out? Want me to stop?”
He falters, and you start to slow down.
Then— the best thing— his hands find your waist again. “Oh, no, no— don’t— fuck.”
Usually he has you like this, but it’s beyond attractive to see a man completely and utterly at your mercy. Especially the one you have always held desire for, and now get to love. A tear falls down to his chin. He cranes his neck up, exposing his throat. Like the predator you are, you take the opportunity to dive in and lick at the bite you’d left earlier. He sniffs, a whine leaving him like it’s been pulled from between his ribs.
“Close,” he alerts you, voice soft in a way you’ve only recently discovered it could be. You’d been rapidly approaching too, but hold off for him. His entire body is shaking, suspended in the trenches of overstimulation. You delight in it, that he’s letting you have him like this.
Knowing how best to unravel him, you take one of his hands from your side and hold it over your stomach, sure he can feel himself inside you. He bucks under you and moans at the sensation. You clench your teeth. “Tell me how it feels,” he says fast.
“So full,” you reply, fighting against your orgasm. You’re right fucking there. Watching him, your legs and his cock are so wet with his cum and your fluids, it’s a mess. You’ll need to change the sheets later, but can already see him sleeping like the dead after this.
His face screws up and you feel it— the last he’s got, weak and hot and so fucking deep it hurts. Your moans take on a crescendo as your own orgasm hits you, unrelenting and overwhelming. Probably your penance for testing his limits. Your arms shake and suddenly he’s holding you up despite his own body fighting the exertion. When you’re both through, you lift off. He sighs with relief and you curl into his side, taking in the slowing beats of his heart. He’s still breathing labored. You give a light laugh and he rolls his eyes.
“You mad?” You tease, after he’s reached and turned the lamp at your bedside off. No, no cleaning will be done tonight.
Krauser bites off a smile, but you see it anyway. “No,” he says, casually. “Because tomorrow, sweetheart, you’re buying a pregnancy test.”
(part 1)
976 words
leon/luis/reader
18+, nsft, afab gn reader, threesome, cunnilingus, overstimulation,
Taking a break from what he's learned, Leon goes back to watching for a bit.
Even after Leon got comfortable with his head between your legs, he still loved watching Luis eat you out. There were plenty of chances - you’d once worried that Luis was neglecting his own pleasure for yours, but he was quick to assure you (in detail) just how turned on he got from tasting you.
So it wasn't surprising to find yourself in this position, one arm thrown over your eyes as Luis lapped up your slick. Your other hand was buried in his hair, caught between pulling him closer and pushing him away with each passing second.
You hadn't even meant to start something, but you really should know by now how worked up Luis (and Leon, too) gets seeing you in his clothes. So when he saw you lounging on the couch in just your underwear and one of his shirts, halfway unbuttoned, he was on you immediately.
The rest of the buttons had long since been undone in Luis's journey down your body, and the marks down your neck and chest showed exactly where he'd been.
This was how Leon found you, leaned against the armrest of the couch with Luis lying between your legs. Between having your eyes covered (seeing Luis look up at you through his eyelashes got you far too close far too quickly) and the obscene sounds coming from Luis's mouth, you didn't even notice Leon come in.
You did notice when he settled a hand on your shoulder, jumping a little before realizing who it was and smiling up at him. Without a word Leon slotted himself in behind you, kissing the top of your head softly before hooking his chin over your shoulder to get a good view of Luis.
You'd already cum once on his tongue and you were rapidly approaching the edge again, hurdling even faster towards release as you felt Leon's cock poking into your back. You sighed softly and leaned against his chest, moving your hips back into his and then forward into Luis's mouth.
Luis grinned, pulling back to rest his cheek on your thigh.
"Hola, Sancho," he said, blinking up at Leon. You could feel Leon smile back, lips pressed against your neck.
Leon brought a hand down to cover yours where it was curled tight in Luis's hair. He tugged Luis back towards your cunt, urging him on.
"Yes, of course, I know you like the show," Luis murmured before diving back in. Your next moan was punched out of you as he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked hard.
You might've been embarrassed at how quickly you came after that if not for the pleasure fogging your brain, making it difficult to think about anything other than the warm bodies on either side of you. They certainly didn't seem to mind - Leon let out a moan of his own and Luis practically whined as he caught your release in his mouth.
Luis didn't stop his movements, licking over your entrance and nosing at your clit even after you'd finished riding out your high. Your legs tried to close on their own from the sensitivity, but were quickly stopped by Leon's warm palms.
His hands splayed over your inner thighs, prying them open and holding them apart. You shook in his grasp, head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut as you felt Luis's breath ghost over your exposed flesh.
"Good, yes, just like that," Luis said lowly, caressing Leon's hands with his own in appreciation. "I'm not nearly finished with you, mi teroso."
You moaned again, shuddering as his words sunk in. You already felt hazy from two orgasms, but there was no stopping Luis when he got like this. Having Leon here to hold you open for him was either the best or worst thing that could’ve happened to you.
Luis didn't give you a chance to calm down, just spit lewdly onto your cunt and dragged his tongue through the mess of saliva and slick. You weren't even aware of your own noises now, soft whimpers and mewls streaming from your lips nonstop.
You aren't sure how long the three of you stayed like that. You could faintly feel Leon grinding against your back, biting into your shoulder to contain his sounds when he wasn't even the one having his soul sucked out of him. You zeroed in on the pressure of his hands on your thighs, focusing on the warmth of calloused skin as Luis drew orgasm after orgasm from your swollen cunt.
At some point Leon cums just from rutting into you, wetness seeping through his pants and your (Luis's) shirt. You aren't coherent enough to tease him for it, but you faintly make out the lilt of Luis's tone as he does.
Eventually the fog clears and your eyes blink open. Luis is kneeling between your legs with a cloth in his hand, gently wiping your stomach and chest. You smile as you realize he's cleaning his own cum off of you. You smile even wider as you feel Leon peel himself from your back, grunting at the sticky mess between you.
"You boys have fun?" you ask, voice a little rough from the barrage of noises Luis pulled from you.
"Mhm," Leon hums, slipping the soiled button down off of you and replacing it with a t-shirt that also isn't yours. Luis nods in agreement, smoothing the shirt over your chest.
"Of course we did. Never a dull moment with you in between us, cariño," Luis says, smiling.
"Finally got your fill?" you tease, taking Leon's hand and standing on shaky legs, following him toward the bedroom with Luis in tow.
"For now," Luis replies, and you laugh softly as the three of you climb into bed. It's been mere minutes and you're already nestled between them again, but you couldn't be happier.
warnings: combat, period sex, oral sex (reader receiving), blood kink, mild degradation, begging, multiple orgasms
Naturally, it had to happen on a combat day. You’d never had great luck, so it shouldn’t be surprising, but it still blows. As the Major has all of you engaging in paired sparring, you’re hoping for once that his eyes avoid you, because you’re about to slam face-first into the ground for the second time today. The hand of your opponent is merciless, tangled in your hair as you’re pinned down. Unpleasant blood streams from your nose on impact and you swallow back a groan.
Sure, the bloody nose felt like shit, but didn’t compare to the agonizing pain in your abdomen. Part of you wants to lay right here, the feeling of laying belly-flat a nicer one than tensed, ready to strike or dodge, but a signature thick boot enters your vision and dread washes over you, clearing your head instantly.
“Real slow today, rookie,” Major Krauser’s voice drones on above you. He moves closer, nudging your forehead and slithering his shoe under your head until the toe of his boot raises you up by your chin. His red beret casts a shadow over his face, shrouding his hard disapproval in an even more intimidating light. “You trying to show your bunkmates how to get their asses kicked?”
You don’t want to dignify that with a reply, but he cocks his head and you feel the boot under you press harder to your throat.
“No, major,” you say.
He lets up and you get to your feet, resisting running your hands down your uniform to rid yourself of the gravel now clinging to it. You stand straight, watching him watch you.
He’s squinting, but he doesn’t say what’s on his mind. Just takes a step back and nods to the one who’d taken you down. “Again.”
Fuck’s sake. You get into position, protecting your oversensitive abdomen with your arms locked in front of it. As they strike, you dodge and then manage a kick to the side that sends them flying. The mere effort of lifting your leg that high sends a powerful sting through your thighs up to your lower spine. You bite the inside of your cheek, watching your opponent approach you again. Krauser’s arms are crossed, watching the both of you circle each other like prey.
“Don’t hesitate,” he barks after you’ve taken a second too long. “You think you have this much time out there? I could have knocked the two of you out cold by now. Go.”
If only to get it over with, you take the shortcut of running directly at them, but before you can get in the strike to the shoulder like you’ve been planning— you’re grabbed and turned, effectively caught by your own momentum. An arm winds around your neck and the following lack of oxygen comes as a relief.
“That’s three,” Krauser says, walking into your line of vision. He nods at your partner and the pressure on your trachea disappears.
You stare, hating the scrutiny but more so needing this to end so you can have the small pleasure of laying down for a moment.
“Everyone’s dismissed,” he announces, eyes not breaking contact with yours. “Take today as a lesson: don’t make the same mistakes as your fellow recruits. I don’t repeat myself.”
As all of you turn to leave, he makes a tch noise under his breath, suddenly awfully close to you. The hair on the back of your neck rises.
“Not you,” he says. “You’re coming with me.”
The two of you end up in his bunk— much larger than the ones you shared, and most obviously, only housing him— and he seats himself behind his desk. Only after a gesture for you to join him, you take the remaining chair. One fist comes up on the wood and another follows. Your eyes trace the fall as his shoulders relax for likely the first time in hours. But you’re taken out of your idle admiration when he speaks again.
“Either you tell me what’s going on with you,” he starts. “Why one of my most proficient couldn’t even get in one win, or I will have it so you practice all night so that never happens again on my watch.” His eyes bare into yours and you swallow thickly. Of course the answer’s stupid. He’s going to tell you to suck it up and deal like everyone else. You’re hardly the first here to be on your period.
Residual adrenaline swirls around your stomach and you breathe out through your nose. “It’s nothing.”
He stands again, rounds the desk, and hovers over you. “Don’t lie to me,” Krauser hisses sharply. “You’ve never been that unfocused, rookie. That could get you killed. I don’t prepare you for your grave— I train you to thrive.” He leans further into your space. “So, one more time— what made it so that all you did today was trip over yourself and fuck up?”
You mumble an answer.
Krauser frowns, both arms caging you in the chair. “You can handle a knife but you can’t speak with confidence?”
You say it again, louder and not without your ears heating up, part embarrassment and part fury at being singled out like this. You’re sure this doesn’t happen with your teammates, but the very second you get sloppy, the Major’s ready for some intervention.
The answer makes a slow smile curl across his lips. “Oh,” he says, voice having dropped. A low heat simmers in your gut as he moves down to his knees, arms still keeping you trapped where you sat. “And you thought best to hide that from me?”
Unsure of what to do here, you nod.
“You should know by now that when you’re here, taking orders, training, I own you. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Major,” you reply.
He nods. “Good.” His arms move suddenly, hands tight around your ankles. Before you can compute what he’s about to do, you feel your shoelaces being untied. Sudden humor overtakes you at the situation as soon as it becomes clear— he thinks he can watch you get tossed around, degrade you for it, and then have you pliant just because you’re in pain? You laugh.
Krauser stops, raising a brow. “Is something funny?”
You suppress a smile. Yeah, something’s fucking hilarious. “No disrespect intended, Major, but do you think this is how that’s going to go?”
He narrows his eyes, opens his mouth—
“—No,” you say, voice entering sickly sweet territory. “If you want to have me after enjoying the sight of me getting kicked into the ground, you don’t get it easy.” As you speak, you carefully watch his pupils dilate. “And I don’t think you want it easy, either.”
The power shift is delicious. Perfect, even. He’s already on his knees, so it makes it wonderfully easy for you to squeeze your leg between his, boot finding exactly what you knew would be there. At the press to his clothed erection, his eyes flutter beautifully, but he doesn’t move or make a sound.
“Have you ever been told no in your life?” You ask.
Krauser grits his teeth. “You don’t know anything about me, rookie.”
You shrug, playing at nonchalance even though this is a decent bit off putting. You’d only seen this man at his most authoritative, but having him like this…? Fuck, you’d never considered the possibility.
“I know how badly you want this. Already hard at the fucking mention of my period.” You deliver a soft kick between his legs and he grunts, an endearing flush hardly visible on his cheekbones. That’s a first. You had no idea your Major could blush so pretty. And, well, you imagine he didn’t go flaunting that either.
In a moment of boldness, you divest him of his hat and with your free hand, go for the zipper on your pants. His eyes follow as you tug it down and then force your underwear out of the way. The smell of copper permeates in the air as your bloodstained undergarments move to accommodate your hand. Underneath, you’re already wet, and the first touch to your clit makes you pull in a harsh sigh. Between your legs, Krauser shifts. You smile at him, moving your pointer in a leisurely circle as you talk.
“You thought you’d get to pin me down and have me? That I’d go and beg for you?” You slip your finger inside yourself, gasping softly. “Sure, you can ask me to jump out there and I’ll ask how high, but if you want this, you don’t get to demand it. Do you hear me?”
Krauser nods, and you smile.
“Anybody ever tell you you’re easy?”
A dry laugh escapes him. “Once or twice.”
You pump your finger faster and your back arches off the chair. He leans closer before you realize and lift up a socked foot to plant on his shoulder, keeping him still. A thin sound of frustration comes out of his mouth, but the Major doesn’t protest.
As a reward, you remove your finger and offer it. “You want a taste?”
His lips wrap around you and suck, tongue cleaning the blood and wetness from your finger like he was fucking made to do it. You keep your finger extended, curious as to how long he’ll go on like this. The answer becomes clear when his tongue curls around your knuckle, content to taste the sweat and tang of your skin.
“Hmm.” You remove the digit from his mouth and watch his features set in disappointment. “How about you lay down for me?”
Krauser rises to his feet, hands on his belt. “This was supposed to be for you. I don’t do this, often,” he manages.
“What?” You step out of your pants and underwear, piled on his floor. “Sleep with your subordinates?”
He removes his as well and you drink in the sight of the small wet spot on his briefs. “I don’t make a habit of it.”
Unable to resist temptation, you walk over and grip him through the fabric, feeling the warmth and girth in your hand. Krauser huffs, inhaling as you flick your thumb over the wet patch. “Don’t worry,” you say, pressing a small kiss to his neck. Even you’re not gusty enough as to kiss him. “We’ll keep it between us. One time thing. And I won’t tell anybody how you went down for me like a felled tree.”
His hands find your hips, gripping hard enough to leave bruises, and his tongue is forcing its way between your lips, teeth clashing with your own. Krauser kisses like he fights— fast, hard, with no room to get a breath in. It’s fucking great. You meet him with shocked reciprocation, a hesitant hand on the back of his head, buried in the light blond hair he kept hidden. After an experimental pull, he gasps into your mouth. Your victorious smile doesn’t last long as he gets his fingers on you, swirling pleasantly around your clit a handful of times before two slip inside you. It’s a stretch as his hands are bigger than yours by a lot, but it’s good. You stifle a moan, biting into his lip instead.
Krauser pulls back, a strand of hair falling onto his forehead and very telling tooth marks standing out on the side of his lower lip. “Still got blood on your face from earlier, rookie.”
“I’m sure we’ll match by the time we’re done here,” you return easily, delighting in the way his eyes darken.
He sits on the edge of his bed and watches you follow, settling on his lap and nudging him until he’s lying flat. You move easily, now straddling his face. A growl emits from under you as you reach to part your lips. “You thought about this as soon as I told you, didn’t you? You need my blood all over you.”
“Shut up.” But his voice is strained, and one glance over your shoulder shows you how hard he is.
“Try again,” you whisper, fingers inside yourself again, setting a fast pace that you chase with small thrusts of your hips in the thick air between your thighs and his lips.
Krauser exhales. “Sit on my face.”
“No.”
“That’s an order,” he affirms.
Ignoring him, you take out your fingers and smear them across his face instead. His tongue swipes out to catch a drop, anything, but it comes out a mess across his cheeks and chin, nothing having made it into his mouth. He looks good, hot, marked by you.
“So handsome like this. Beg for me. I’ll consider it if you beg,” you tempt him, leaning down to grind yourself against one of his thighs. You can feel his cock twitch.
Krauser tilts his head back with a guttural, ultimately enraged sigh. “I could flip you off me and fuck you senseless,” he says sharply. “You’re not even trying to restrain me.”
You save that thought for later. “Are you telling me you want to be restrained? I didn’t bother because you were all too happy to slut yourself out for me like this, Jack.”
The words and use of his name make him jolt, and you watch as his eyes grow rounded, hands twitching by his sides. You resist kissing the scar on his lip and keep grinding onto the muscular thigh beneath you, breath jumping as he flexes it.
And then you hear—
“Please.”
You wait.
Krauser mutters your name in a cadence you’ve never heard before— it’s desperate. You look over your shoulder and see how much he’s dripping. And, in an instant, you realize how much you fucking want to give it to him, so you do— rocking your hips forward onto his face and burying his resounding groan between your thighs.
His tongue laps at you quickly, exploring between your folds. Vibrations resonate underneath you as he moans at the taste. You muffle your own high noises with a fist if only to hear how much he’s fucking loving this. The feeling of his tongue moving inside you makes you double over, arms catching yourself as your thighs tremble around his head. A self-conscious minute passes and you lift off, mouth opening to check on him. You didn’t want to suffocate him, imagine that.
The sound he makes is something you’d call pathetic if you had a death wish. You coo softly and he whimpers again.
“Please, ‘don’t need to breathe,” he murmurs, hands forcing you back onto his face. A thin, reedy moan leaves you and you make a fist in the sheets. Now that you know he’s perfectly fine, you ride his face without abandon, savoring the throaty noise you get from doing so.
He noisily licks and sucks at your clit. Your other hand makes a fist in his hair, a hiss leaving as the feeling quickly grows intense. You’re close, so close.
“Oh, fuck.” You reflexively try to lift off but he tugs you down. A barely discernible word hits your ear— now. You meet his eyes, and a challenge reflects inside them. His tongue finds your entrance again, and a finger presses hard on your clit.
Your orgasm hits like a fist, bolting through you and making hot lava of your muscles. The already fading cramps ease with the aftershocks and you slump, releasing your hold on his hair. Krauser holds you there for a moment before surrendering, helping you to lay on your side.
When you look at his face, it’s as close to a crime scene as it can get, blood smeared all over the lower half and his nose wet with your fluids.
“Jesus.” You fight a blush and know you’ve lost when he smiles, refusing to wipe his face. The bastard.
You spread your legs, deflecting from your surprise. You didn’t know you liked that.
“Well?” You ask.
Krauser blinks, eyes slightly hazy in a way you’re obscenely proud of, before hovering over you. When he moves inside you, you moan loudly, the stretch almost painful. He pulls out a little, thrusts in all the way impossibly hard. “Fuck!”
He tucks his head into your shoulder, breath coming in fast spurts, hot on your skin. Feels like you’re burning up. “Want it,” he grunts. “Going to clean up after this, and make you ride my face again. Need you to cum on my tongue. Tell me you want it.”
You shut your eyes and clench your jaw while he pants, fucking into you like you’re both about to die and he needs this before he goes. When you dare to open them, you catch the moment that gets you close a second time. Krauser pulls out, leaning back to look, and a breathy curse leaves him. You squint to see what he’s looking at and instantly clench around him— his cock, smeared in your blood. Your eyes meet, electric, and he braces himself to pound into you harder.
This one isn’t like the first— it builds. You can feel the buzzing in your gut, your toes, and at the base of your spine. “Shit, shit, I’m so close,” you say, breathless.
Krauser leans down and bites hard, on the side of your neck. The adrenaline sprouts fresh from the pain and sends you into a shaking orgasm, the second one hitting harder than the first and making you tight around him. With punched-out moans, he lifts his head to watch your face screw up in pleasure and finishes inside you with a deep groan.
And when it’s over, the two of you side by side, tacky, sweaty, and a bit bloodstained, his breath wisps over the shell of your ear. A strong arm tugs you closer. “Don’t keep things from me next time, rookie. Got it?”
