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âKneel.â The words are heavy, sinking slowly into your lust-riddled brain as you move into a correct kneeling position just as he has taught you. Feet neatly folded under your thighs, back straight and hands folded in your lap as you look up at him. The hardwood floor hurts your knees slightly, but it adds to the feeling of intensity in these scenes.
You could never quite place what he was feeling, Wesker bottled them up and hid them so well you were sure heâd have to get head trauma just to be able to smile like a normal person. This time a slight smirk hung on his lips clearly satisfied by your willingness to submit. The anticipation for what he was about to do was always the best part, you never knew just what he had planned.Â
âYou may not touch me tonight, is that clear?â He awaits a response from you, but the blissed-out look on your face makes it clear that none is coming. A hand rakes through your hair, tugging to turn your neck back, âIs that clear, pet? I wonât ask again.â
Nodding, you manage a âYes, sir.â You force it out knowing the consequences if you donât. His hand rakes through your hair, moving down to caress your cheek with his leather glove.
âSuch a pretty and obedient pet I have today. Youâd do anything for me wouldnât you?â You nod again, anticipation building in your chest, spreading down to your core. It wouldnât surprise you if there was a wet spot on the carpet, but you prayed to whoever was out there that it wasnât the case. He didnât like messes and his preference for cleanup was often unorthodox.
He retracted his hand from your face before taking a seat in his office chair. You sat still where he left you, eyes glancing down his body to the slight bulge. Itâs apparent that he noticed where your eyes landed by the way he crooked his fingers to signal that he wanted you closer. âAre you so desperate that you canât even help but stare at my cock?â
You make your way over to him, on hands and knees to kneel in front of him once again, mindful about not touching him even if every fibre of your being wants to, âIâm sorry, sir. I-âÂ
Wesker interrupts, voice deep and almost fake mocking in tone âDonât lie, we both know that youâre not sorry. You canât help but be consumed by lust can you, pet?â He stretches out one of his legs, his boot landing right in front of your knees as he picks up a report to read.Â
âIf youâre that desperate to comeâŠâ He presses the toe of his heavy leather boot right against your cunt, smearing your arousal all over it. âYou can use the boot.âÂ
You blink up at him, the suggestion doesnât turn you off itâs just something he hasnât suggested before. He senses your hesitation by the way your eyes search his face for confirmation, âGo ahead.â When he nudges his boot forward it bumps your clit, causing a moan to bubble up your throat. âThere you go, pupâ
Starting slow, you hump against it feeling the leather slick up beneath you as Wesker turns back to reading his reports. You try to position yourself to get as much friction against your throbbing clit, rutting against his boot. Itâs embarrassing how worked up you are, whines and moans falling freely. Especially considering the fact youâre not even being touched, nor having any attention paid to you.
It doesnât take long before you find yourself chasing the edge, hips growing jerky as your legs start to tire. âPlease, sir.â Itâs a heady sigh, one filled with desperation.
Wesker puts the report down on the desk, looking down at you, âPlease, what?â
âPlease let me come, sir.â
âOh, you can do better than that, pet.â His tone is mocking, challenging you to beg for your release.
âPlease, please let me come on your boot, sir. Thank you for letting me use it, please.â Itâs a broken ramble of moans, not up to his normal standard for begging, but heâs feeling generous (especially with how absolutely filthy you look below him).
âDo it. Come like the mutt you are, humping my boot like a pup in heat.â His words drive you over the edge. Youâre sure itâs one of the most intense orgasms of your life, having to grip his thigh against your better judgement although he seems to let it slide this once. As your hips still and your moans quiet sown, you feel your clit continue to twitch as slick leaks down on the leather, making it shine.
When you realise the grip you have on his leg, you immediately let go, letting your arms fall into your lap again. Wesker retracts his boot slightly, a string of arousal connecting your pussy to his boot, making the pool of arousal beneath it obvious. âSuch a filthy pup you are⊠Making a mess. I think you know exactly what to do.â
You lower your face to the ground, dragging your tongue against the wet, dark leather. The earthiness from the leather isnât unpleasant, the waxy polish however is. Moaning at the heady taste of your own arousal, you continue lapping at his boot until all remnants of you are gone.
Sitting back on your knees you gaze up at him through your lashes. âI told you to clean up your mess, pup.â He nods at the puddle of arousal on the floor. You feel your cheeks grow hot in embarrassment as you lower yourself down to the floor again. Letting your tongue run across the hardwood floor you lap up what you can of your arousal.
His fingers twitch against his side as he watches down on you, cock straining against his slacks. âEnough. Up, Pet.â He pats his thigh near his groin, âSit.â You get up on shaky legs and straddle his lap, your bare cunt brushes against his bulge drawing a quiet sigh from you.
âSuch a good pup for me todayâ His nose brushes against your jawline, right beneath your ear, âI think youâve earned my cock, havenât you?â You nod as you feel him tug his cock free from his slacks. âGood.â
Minors fuck off. 18+ ahead only.
Pairing: Albert Wesker & Afab!reader
Word count: 1.0k
Warnings: Mild gun play, mild sadism, typical Wesker manipulation, dumbification, mentions of killing reader.
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 Weskerâs game. You would rise above his cruelty and prove yourself to be more than just a âmutt.â
With a burst of strength, you pushed against Weskerâs 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.
âI am not your pawn, and I am certainly not your mutt,â you declared, your voice steady and unwavering. âI am a soldier, and I will not be broken by you or anyone else.â
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. "CaptainâŠ" 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."Â
âeveryone is going to hate itâ someone will love it. someone will reach out to you and tell you it changed their life. someone will hold it close and treasure it forever in a way you canât even understand. keep going
rating: E
Trans!Chris Redfield/GN!Reader
18+
warnings: trans!Chris, afab gn!reader, tipsy sex, kitchen sex, cunnilingus, fingering, clit play, thigh riding, established relationship, unspecified chris era, no gendered terms, no use of y/n
word count 1.5k
summary:
After a night out, you can't get your hands on Chris fast enough.
AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51331351
The door creaked as it was pushed open. Chrisâ back was flush to the wood, and your hands were fixed on his hips. You kissed him like you were dying, tongue slipped between his lips. Chris groaned, fingers still curled around the doorknob as he stumbled back.
You gripped his tie; your hand wrapped it firmly in a loop around your palm, and you tugged. Chris was floating somewhere in the firmament, caught in the push, the pull, waving back and forth: an oak in a windstorm. You didnât often catch him off-guard like this. But a few glasses of wine with the divine dinner heâd treated you to had made you both hazy and hot.
âAngel,â Chris mumbled into your mouth. Another wet smack cut him off before he could continue, and he giggledâgod, what did you do to him?
âNo,â you whined back after breaking from the sloppy kiss. You trailed your lips down across his cheek, scraping against the stubble. You found the well of his throat, and your teeth flashed out to nip the skin. A growl bubbled up in Chris, and you pulled at the tie again. Chris followed the pressure obediently, and he lifted off the front door. He swung it closed, not bothering with the lock. Not that he could have with how you dragged him to the closest surface available: the kitchen counter.
The apartment was dim. Chris had remembered to turn on a few lights, but the night had still crept in and taken hold. It was cool, a stark contrast to the heat radiating off of you both. Chris watched as you released his tie, and you sank down to your knees. You tilted him off the edge of the counter, fingers working clumsily at his belt.
âNo, what?â he breathed. The belt jingled, music to his ears, and you whipped the leather through the loops on his dress pants.
âDonât âangelâ me. Means youâre trying to take over.â You dropped the belt with a loud clatter onto the tile. âWant to do this for you.â
âButââ
âNo.â It was firmer this time. You paused your motions, looked up at Chris through a deep furrowed brow. You were sure it looked intimidating, but as you combed your gaze over Chrisâ faceâhis dark brown eyes, the lines sweeping over his skinâyou felt yourself melt into a puddle in your underwear. Slick gathered between your folds, and you suspected Chris had to be feeling the same.
âAlright.â A shaky sigh. âAlright.â
You grinned, biting down on your lip, and you tore at the button of Chrisâ slacks. Your fingers wound into the waistband of his underwear, and you pulled both items down in a swift, needy movement. What you saw made you moan.
Chrisâ clit was stiff, poking out from beneath his hood. There was a shine to his cunt, showing off his arousal, and you flicked your gaze down. His underwear was dark, damp; heâd been aching for a while. It sent sharp thrills clawing up your spine, sinking teeth into the base of your neck. You shivered.
âYouâre a mess, Chris,â you said, your words sticking in your throat, slurring out over your drooling tongue. A combination of excitement and alcohol. You leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his inner thigh, finding wetness there, too. You lapped at his skin, and Chris jolted as you slid your tongue against him.
âFuck. Sweetheart, pleaseââ Your thumbs pushed into either side of his cunt, and you tugged him open. Chris tipped his head down, head lolling against his shoulder. He smiled down at you, lopsided and earnest, but you hardly took notice, too fixated on what was directly in front of you.
âI know, Iâve got you.â Your mouth parted. Hot breath billowed across his lips, and you felt him quiver beneath your hands. You buried your nose into the wiry hair that covered his mound, eyes rolling back as your tongue finally tasted Chris.
You dragged the flat of your tongue up between his folds, ending at his t-dick and swirling over the head. You moaned into him, the sound keening up and turning into a whimper. You slid your hands around to the backs of his thighs, and you urged Chris to follow your incessant taps.
Chris raised a leg, and he threw it over your shoulder. He used the heel of his shoe to bring you closer, and the slight pressure made your head spin. You shuffled deeper between his thighs, and your chest twisted with delight at how Chris opened for you. One hand remained on the leg Chris had placed on your shoulder, keeping you both steady, while the other wandered back up toward his cunt.
Two hands found the back of your head. Chris squeezed against your scalp, nails stinging along your skin, but you didnât mind the bite. It only spiked your arousal, clit twitching in your underwear. You felt Chris start to roll his hips forward, slow at first, testing the waters. His cock slipped against your tongue, and you closed your lips over him. You sucked softly at his clit; Chris moaned, and you peered up at his face.
Chris was inconsolable. His mouth hung open, jaw slack in awe as he fucked into your mouth. He held your head in place with all the tenderness you knew him for, but that excitement, that need for you, drove his hips quicker. You watched him form your name, heard it against your ears, and you nodded. A silent plea.
âSweetheart. Fuck, you feel amazing.â
âMhm.â It came out mumbled, stuffed full of his t-dick, and it made him jump in your mouth.
âSo lucky youâre mine.â
At that, you pressed your fingers into his cunt. He was warm, soaked, and you slipped in with ease. Chris tightened immediately, the pleasure surging through his blood, and you scrunched your nose up, a muffled laugh in the back of your mouth.
âWhat?â Chris said, looking down and grinning.
âMmph.â
âRight, sorry.â
You pulled off Chrisâ cock with a loud sound. You licked your lips as you leaned back into the touch of his hands. Chris cupped your cheeks and swirled circles over your skin. âYouâre so fucking pretty,â you breathed, completely reverent. You twisted your head to kiss the pad of his thumb.
âYeah?â Chrisâ voice was soft, barely audible. But you nodded. The hand still holding his thigh rubbed back and forth, and you pulled. His hips shifted even closer to you. He was propped on your body, and the weight ached in a comforting way. âFuck, I love you.â
âI love you, too. Now come in my mouth.â
Chris grinned, and he patted your face. âYouâre the boss.â
You took his clit back into your mouth, a fever taking you over. You thrust your fingers into Chrisâ cunt, curling up toward his g-spot. You felt him buck when your fingers began to glide against it, and you bobbed your head. Each pass of your tongue brought a moan from Chris. He was always so loud when he got close.
âAngel, âm right there. Please, baby, Iââ Chrisâ hands flung backwards, gripping the kitchen counter. His heel dug tighter into your back, and you arched into the spurring motion. Your cunt throbbed, untouched, and you wondered, briefly, if you could come just from eating Chris out.
Chris rutted his hips up. You flicked your tongue over the head of his cock, and you fucked your fingers into his sloppy cunt just a few more times before he was coming apart for you. Wet squelches met your ears as he came. He called your name again, the sound thick with his need, and you felt adrenaline race through your bone marrow. Your arousal peaked, and you nearly came with him, body shaking as you squeezed your thighs together, trying to rock forward for a taste of friction.
âShitâgoddammit,â Chris whispered, still riding your tongue as his orgasm pulsed. Wave after wave rippled along his muscles, and you felt each one, awe making your eyes water. Chris eventually slumped backward into the kitchen counter. You drew your mouth away, gasping for air.
âJesus, babe,â you rasped out, sliding his leg off of you. You stood up, and your fingers, still wet, played across his clit. You thumbed the sensitive head of his dick, parting his folds. âYou okay?â
âMhm.â Chris looked down at you, and his face was relaxed, open. âBetter now.â
âWhat if IâŠ?â Your fingers slipped back into his dripping cunt, and you stepped forward. You lowered yourself slightly, and Chris raised a brow. A smile toyed at his lips, and he raised his thigh so you could grind against it. Chrisâ other brow shot up.
âFuck, youâre wet. Can feel you through your clothes.â
âSorry.â You grinned, and you leaned forward, biting his bottom lip as you started to pump your fingers again. Your other hand curled in his short hair.
âWe could go to the bedroom.â
âWe could.â You rubbed your thumb against his clit. Chris moaned, and he dropped his chin to this chest. Your foreheads pressed together.
âWeâre not going anywhere are we?â Chris teased.
warnings: trans!leon, afab!reader, heavy breeding kink
a/n: i was so unmotivated but after being silly with my friend i finished it for them. ty dean and vee for the motivation
June 30th, 2013.
You were sitting across from Leon as he stared out the window, watching the lightning flash in the dark clouds. Helena walked over,â We just entered the Chinese airspace.â She said softly to Leon, sitting beside you.
Leon gave a half-hearted hum,â Good.â He mumbles, staring out the window. You glance at Helena for a moment before jerking your head towards Leon, raising an eyebrow. Helena simply shrugs and heads to her private quarters of the plane. You look at Leon and sigh softly.
âHave you tried sleeping?â You ask simply, trying to break the ice or glance into Leonâs mind, if just for a moment.
Leon gives a non-committal grunt,â I never sleep on planes.â He says, leg jerking and bouncing. You could feel the radiating fear and uneasiness from Leon. Heaving yourself to your feet, you walk towards him before placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, jerking him from his thoughts. âWhat are you-â
You give a knowing smile before jerking your head towards the bathroom,â I have a way to help you relax.â You offer. Leon looks at you for a moment, his eyes anxiously shifting between the bathroom then to your eyes. He seemed to consider itâŠ
âAlright, fine. Lead the way.â Leon stands to his feet and follows you to the bathroom. It cramped, admittedly with the two of you practically grinding against each other already. Leon lets out a soft noise in the back of his throat as your hands grip his hips and pull him against you. âJesus, getting handsy already. Buy me a drink first.â He went to laugh but was cut off by you smashing your lips against his, teeth clinking in desperation.
You let out a soft noise as his stubble tickled your face,â Your one-liners are getting annoying, Mr. Kennedy.â You say jokingly, hand finding his belt. As you pulled his belt off, you felt Leon tense slightly. âRelax, sweetheart, I have you.â You mumbled before pulling off his holsters and setting them on the sink.
Leon reached out and unbuttoned his own pants, letting you pull down the zipper, each tooth seeming so loud in his ears. You shuffled Leonâs pants down to his mid-thighs and stared at his boxers. You could see the packer through it, a soft smile spreading on your features. Leon huffed,â Stop staring, youâre making me feel like Iâm at the OBGYN.â
You let out a short laugh,â Sorry.â You pull his boxers down to his mid-thighs, along with his pants. You could see the slick coating Leonâs thighs and lips already, his clit twitching with exposure to the cold air. A deep hum rumbled from your throat as you gently pulled back his hood to rub his clit, causing him to jolt and moan involuntarily. âGood boy, already moaning for me?â
Leon whimpers and bucks into your hand,â Christ⊠Just fuck me already, Iâm getting jittery.â He hisses. You tilt your head at him for a moment before shuffling down your pants and boxers. Leonâs face flushes red when he sees that you are wearing a strap on. âOh my god - you were just wearing that?â He asks incredulously. You snicker and nod.
âI knew youâd need a little⊠Assistance, sooner or later on our mission. Iâm just staying strapped.â You joke. Leon gives a half-hearted laugh as you gather some of his slick on the tip before sliding it back and forth between his lips, letting it slick up the dildo. âSo wet and I'm not even in you yet, baby.â You tease, much to Leonâs dismay. You slowly stroke the dildo, making sure it was evenly coated before sliding into Leon.
Leon lets out a low groan, hiking his leg up on your shoulder, so you can hit deeper. You watch as the dildo stretches Leonâs hole obscenely, the way his cock twitches in appreciation and need. Your hand comes up to rub and stroke Leonâs cock as you start to rut into him like a dog in heat. Leon whimpers and moans,âF-Fuck⊠Iâm not gonna last if you keep rubbinâ me like that - ShitâŠ!â He hisses out, eyes screwing shut as his head falls back. You could sit like this forever, watching his pussy take your cock eagerly.
âThatâs the point, Iâm trying to make you relax.â You laugh shortly as you rut deeper into Leon, listening to every curse and moan falling from his pretty lips. You could hear every wet plap as your hips collide, every squelch as you pull almost all the way out before shoving back in, punching the air from his lungs. Leon was so pretty, made for taking cock, you thought subconsciously.
Leon was panting, hand coming down to rub his neglected cock, his hips rolling and pushing into every rut of your hips. âMph - fuck⊠Just like that, mâ gonna cum⊠Mâ gonna cum.. Please come in me.. Shit, want you to knock me up, make me look so pretty and fat with your kid.â He babbles. Leon was spitting nonsense at this point, but it was adorable to think you broke him this far.
âI would, baby, I'd fuck so many kids into you, youâd make the best wife.â You smirk at the way Leonâs body tenses, his thighs shaking with effort. His free hand grasps at your straps desperately, pulling you deeper into his cunt as he comes around you, letting out a strangled moan. You keep rutting through his high until he's writhing away from the overstimulation. You gently pull out with a soft pop before looking up at him. âWelcome to the mile high club, Leon. Feeling any better?â You ask gently.
Leon grunts as he stretches his legs,â A lilâ.â He mumbles before glancing at you and down to your slick covered thighs. He gives a sly smirk,â You wanna join me in that club?â
its coming. leon kennedy fic. you know ive been thinking about i see re6 get lots of hate when leon served so much cunt in that game i dont understand. so in honor of re6 im making a mile high club fic with re6 leon.
Warnings: inappropriate eating of a banana, making Leon flustered
Half joke, half not. An idea born from a conversation about RE2 Leon probably calling his dick weiner of something that spiraller into this. Enjoy!
9:30 AM. That meant one thing, coffee. Making your way from the chief's office down to the break room doesn't take long, but the amount of work you've already done today combined with the lack of caffeine makes your feet feel as heavy as concrete.
Shuffling into the room you pour yourself a cup of the shitty drip coffee, wincing at the bitterness, but down it either way. There'd be no way you'd be able to make it to lunch without coffee.
The room is awfully quiet considering the time of day. You chalk it up to the fact of city patrols combined with the fact it was Monday making most officers opt to buy coffee at one of the numerous cafes. You regret your choice not to buy your coffee, but with the pay you get you doubt you could even get away with coffee in your budget.
There were a few officers, one senior and two recruits, Leon and another you never caught the name of. You felt kinda sorry for them, wide-eyed and naive, filled with hope to change the world (something you realised long ago had no place in Raccoon City). Their enthusiasm would falter soon once they realised how much of a shithole this city truly was.
Leon was the only one turned toward you, his icy blues meeting yours before quickly flitting away, always so nervous, cute. Remembering your morning snack you wander over to the fridge pulling out the yellow fruit.
You crack open the peel, slowly peeling it as you hold eye contact with him, slight confusion painting his features. Raising your brows for a moment before you teasingly lick a broad stripe along the length of the banana. Leon's eyes widen, a blush creeping up his neck to his cheeks, as he looks increasingly flustered (with slight mortification.
You hollow your cheeks around the fruit as you work the length further and further down your throat, careful not to make yourself gag and reveal yourself to the other officers.
He sits down on the tabletop, pulling a chair in front of himself most likely to cover his arousal from his fellow officers. As you see the two other officers grow a little restless, the conversation starting to die down between them, you finish up the banana as you normally would. It's slightly mushier from your abuse of it, but it's worth it to see Leon's reaction.
As the officers leave the room they pay you little mind walking out through the door, you turn to leave with them, giving Leon a wink before you shut the door behind you.
HE finds himself confused, but mostly hard, he's sure that he's harder than he's ever been before, cock pulsing in his boxers, tenting the cotton of his uniform. If there's one sure thing, he's never going to eat a banana without thinking of you again...
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.Â
Cute. You smile sweetly at him and move your hands over his, fingers curling underneath until youâve 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.
Krauserâs eyes widen. âNo, sweetheart.â He shakes his head, fondly exasperated. âMâ done.âÂ
âReally?â You tilt your head. âIâm not. You wouldnât deny me, would you? Especially since youâve been gone all week.â Leaning to press a soft, lingering kiss to his cheek as you swivel your hips.Â
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. âFuck, fuck,â he manages. You watch the internal battle wageâ 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.Â
You bite into his jugular, feeling more than hearing the answering whimper. âYouâre already hard again. Can you feel it? Just had to be patient.âÂ
âBaby.â His hands grasp around empty air, eyes a mix between hotly following your motions as you use him and hazy from overstimulation.Â
The feeling of him tensing underneath you is intoxicatingâ it wasnât 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. Youâre in awe you havenât 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. âYeah? Gonna get off using me like a bitch in heat?â His breathing is so rough youâre prideful you caused it. âOh, fuck. Come all over me,â he growls.
Thatâs all it takes, sending you into an orgasm hard enough your legs clamp down around him. âOh my god, right there,â you cry out, your own hands replicating how he had squeezed yours earlier. âSâ so good.âÂ
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, heâs still vigilant to your pleasure.Â
You look at him, enraptured by how into this he is. Obviously youâre going to milk it.Â
So you lean further into his space, brushing your lips together and holding back a smile when his breath hitches. Needy.Â
âI know you want to,â you say quietly as to hear the replying whine. âYouâre so close, arenât you?âÂ
Krauser huffs, grinding into you. Itâs sensitive but you canât 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.Â
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. âThere you go, that wasnât so hard, was it?âÂ
He kisses your skin, tongue laving over a perked nipple. Youâre sure you taste of sweat and itâs 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 youâre 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.Â
âPlease, sweetheart,â he says. âI want to, butââÂ
You intentionally clench and watch him wet his lips. Both of you know he would stop you if he truly wanted to. But he doesnât 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. Heâs still not hard, but the beads of sweat on his forehead tell you he will be soon.Â
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.Â
You notice and swipe a finger through it, licking the bitter taste from your finger. âI want all of it,â you tell him lowly, voice a rasp from the noises youâve been making. âGive it to me.âÂ
He pushes his lips together and looks past you to the ceiling, a noise youâve never heard from him straining to pass his closed mouth. Itâs 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.Â
âOh,â you say. âYou never told me how much you liked being used. Gonna let me fuck you all night until you cum dry for me?âÂ
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.Â
Krauser sighs, so shaky you can see his chest rise, fall, rise, fall again. ââm so sensitive,â he says under his breath.Â
You play with your clit, the tips of your fingers skimming across his dick as it pulls in and out of you. âYou have no problem holding me down until Iâm too sensitive, Jack,â you murmur, bending low to kiss his chest. âTelling me I canât return the favor?â You lift up again, if only to see his eyes follow you like youâre the only thing in the world that matters. âCanât waste this. Youâre gonna have to go again if you want it to take.âÂ
If possible, his jaw drops lower. âYeah?â He asks, fire behind his eyes again at the mention of the kink you both very well know he has in abundance. âWant me to knock you up, sweetheart?âÂ
As if challenging him, you hold yourself there and grind him deep inside you. He arches, thighs fucking tense. âDo it,â you dare him, intentionally moving the way that usually drives him madâ hardly even lifting off, keeping him buried where he needs to be.Â
âFuck, I don'tââ he tries, voice cracking. He opens again to speak and thatâs when it hits him. Probably the hardest heâs had tonight, sudden and silent and devastating. You feel the intensity as he spills. Itâs quick to leak, thereâs so much of it.Â
âSo good, so perfect,â you tell him while heâs in the throes, gasping for air and making balled up fists with your hands somewhere in the middle. âAlways knew you were as good at taking orders as you were giving them, right?âÂ
Still coming down from it, Krauser nods jerkily. You grin, not stopping this time and keeping with the pace youâve been at. He chafes against you and itâs vaguely raw, but still wet enough to be good. You donât let up until his eyes well with unshed tears.Â
âYou too fucked out? Want me to stop?âÂ
He falters, and you start to slow down.Â
Thenâ the best thingâ his hands find your waist again. âOh, no, noâ donâtâ fuck.âÂ
Usually he has you like this, but itâs 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 youâd left earlier. He sniffs, a whine leaving him like itâs been pulled from between his ribs.Â
âClose,â he alerts you, voice soft in a way youâve only recently discovered it could be. Youâd 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 heâs letting you have him like this.Â
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. âTell me how it feels,â he says fast.Â
âSo full,â you reply, fighting against your orgasm. Youâre right fucking there. Watching him, your legs and his cock are so wet with his cum and your fluids, itâs a mess. Youâll need to change the sheets later, but can already see him sleeping like the dead after this.Â
His face screws up and you feel itâ the last heâs 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 heâs holding you up despite his own body fighting the exertion. When youâre both through, you lift off. He sighs with relief and you curl into his side, taking in the slowing beats of his heart. Heâs still breathing labored. You give a light laugh and he rolls his eyes.Â
âYou mad?â You tease, after heâs reached and turned the lamp at your bedside off. No, no cleaning will be done tonight.Â
Krauser bites off a smile, but you see it anyway. âNo,â he says, casually. âBecause tomorrow, sweetheart, youâre buying a pregnancy test.â
upcoming fics:
ethan winters x reader : somnophilia!
jack krauser x reader : blood kink, re4r setting
(maybe leon fic soon?? vendetta, mostly. cant figure out if i want it soft or pure filth.)
warnings: combat, period sex, oral sex (reader receiving), blood kink, mild degradation, begging, multiple orgasms
Naturally, it had to happen on a combat day. Youâd never had great luck, so it shouldnât be surprising, but it still blows. As the Major has all of you engaging in paired sparring, youâre hoping for once that his eyes avoid you, because youâre 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 youâre pinned down. Unpleasant blood streams from your nose on impact and you swallow back a groan.Â
Sure, the bloody nose felt like shit, but didnât 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.
âReal slow today, rookie,â Major Krauserâs 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. âYou trying to show your bunkmates how to get their asses kicked?âÂ
You donât want to dignify that with a reply, but he cocks his head and you feel the boot under you press harder to your throat.Â
âNo, major,â you say.Â
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.Â
Heâs squinting, but he doesnât say whatâs on his mind. Just takes a step back and nods to the one whoâd taken you down. âAgain.âÂ
Fuckâs 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. Krauserâs arms are crossed, watching the both of you circle each other like prey.Â
âDonât hesitate,â he barks after youâve taken a second too long. âYou think you have this much time out there? I could have knocked the two of you out cold by now. Go.âÂ
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 youâve been planningâ youâre 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.Â
âThatâs three,â Krauser says, walking into your line of vision. He nods at your partner and the pressure on your trachea disappears.Â
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.Â
âEveryoneâs dismissed,â he announces, eyes not breaking contact with yours. âTake today as a lesson: donât make the same mistakes as your fellow recruits. I donât repeat myself.âÂ
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.Â
âNot you,â he says. âYouâre coming with me.âÂ
The two of you end up in his bunkâ much larger than the ones you shared, and most obviously, only housing himâ 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 youâre taken out of your idle admiration when he speaks again.Â
âEither you tell me whatâs going on with you,â he starts. âWhy one of my most proficient couldnât even get in one win, or I will have it so you practice all night so that never happens again on my watch.â His eyes bare into yours and you swallow thickly. Of course the answerâs stupid. Heâs going to tell you to suck it up and deal like everyone else. Youâre hardly the first here to be on your period.Â
Residual adrenaline swirls around your stomach and you breathe out through your nose. âItâs nothing.â
He stands again, rounds the desk, and hovers over you. âDonât lie to me,â Krauser hisses sharply. âYouâve never been that unfocused, rookie. That could get you killed. I donât prepare you for your graveâ I train you to thrive.â He leans further into your space. âSo, one more timeâ what made it so that all you did today was trip over yourself and fuck up?âÂ
You mumble an answer.Â
Krauser frowns, both arms caging you in the chair. âYou can handle a knife but you canât speak with confidence?âÂ
You say it again, louder and not without your ears heating up, part embarrassment and part fury at being singled out like this. Youâre sure this doesnât happen with your teammates, but the very second you get sloppy, the Majorâs ready for some intervention.Â
The answer makes a slow smile curl across his lips. âOh,â 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. âAnd you thought best to hide that from me?âÂ
Unsure of what to do here, you nod.Â
âYou should know by now that when youâre here, taking orders, training, I own you. Is that clear?âÂ
âYes, Major,â you reply.Â
He nods. âGood.â His arms move suddenly, hands tight around your ankles. Before you can compute what heâs about to do, you feel your shoelaces being untied. Sudden humor overtakes you at the situation as soon as it becomes clearâ he thinks he can watch you get tossed around, degrade you for it, and then have you pliant just because youâre in pain? You laugh.Â
Krauser stops, raising a brow. âIs something funny?âÂ
You suppress a smile. Yeah, somethingâs fucking hilarious. âNo disrespect intended, Major, but do you think this is how thatâs going to go?âÂ
He narrows his eyes, opens his mouthâ
ââNo,â you say, voice entering sickly sweet territory. âIf you want to have me after enjoying the sight of me getting kicked into the ground, you donât get it easy.â As you speak, you carefully watch his pupils dilate. âAnd I donât think you want it easy, either.âÂ
The power shift is delicious. Perfect, even. Heâs 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 doesnât move or make a sound.Â
âHave you ever been told no in your life?â You ask.Â
Krauser grits his teeth. âYou donât know anything about me, rookie.âÂ
You shrug, playing at nonchalance even though this is a decent bit off putting. Youâd only seen this man at his most authoritative, but having him like thisâŠ? Fuck, youâd never considered the possibility.Â
âI know how badly you want this. Already hard at the fucking mention of my period.â You deliver a soft kick between his legs and he grunts, an endearing flush hardly visible on his cheekbones. Thatâs a first. You had no idea your Major could blush so pretty. And, well, you imagine he didnât go flaunting that either.Â
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, youâre 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.Â
âYou thought youâd get to pin me down and have me? That Iâd go and beg for you?â You slip your finger inside yourself, gasping softly. âSure, you can ask me to jump out there and Iâll ask how high, but if you want this, you donât get to demand it. Do you hear me?â
Krauser nods, and you smile.Â
âAnybody ever tell you youâre easy?âÂ
A dry laugh escapes him. âOnce or twice.âÂ
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 doesnât protest.Â
As a reward, you remove your finger and offer it. âYou want a taste?âÂ
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 heâll 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.Â
âHmm.â You remove the digit from his mouth and watch his features set in disappointment. âHow about you lay down for me?âÂ
Krauser rises to his feet, hands on his belt. âThis was supposed to be for you. I donât do this, often,â he manages.Â
âWhat?â You step out of your pants and underwear, piled on his floor. âSleep with your subordinates?âÂ
He removes his as well and you drink in the sight of the small wet spot on his briefs. âI donât make a habit of it.âÂ
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. âDonât worry,â you say, pressing a small kiss to his neck. Even youâre not gusty enough as to kiss him. âWeâll keep it between us. One time thing. And I wonât tell anybody how you went down for me like a felled tree.âÂ
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 fightsâ fast, hard, with no room to get a breath in. Itâs 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 doesnât last long as he gets his fingers on you, swirling pleasantly around your clit a handful of times before two slip inside you. Itâs a stretch as his hands are bigger than yours by a lot, but itâs good. You stifle a moan, biting into his lip instead.Â
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. âStill got blood on your face from earlier, rookie.â
âIâm sure weâll match by the time weâre done here,â you return easily, delighting in the way his eyes darken.Â
He sits on the edge of his bed and watches you follow, settling on his lap and nudging him until heâs lying flat. You move easily, now straddling his face. A growl emits from under you as you reach to part your lips. âYou thought about this as soon as I told you, didnât you? You need my blood all over you.âÂ
âShut up.â But his voice is strained, and one glance over your shoulder shows you how hard he is.Â
âTry again,â 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. âSit on my face.âÂ
âNo.âÂ
âThatâs an order,â he affirms.Â
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.Â
âSo handsome like this. Beg for me. Iâll consider it if you beg,â you tempt him, leaning down to grind yourself against one of his thighs. You can feel his cock twitch.Â
Krauser tilts his head back with a guttural, ultimately enraged sigh. âI could flip you off me and fuck you senseless,â he says sharply. âYouâre not even trying to restrain me.âÂ
You save that thought for later. âAre you telling me you want to be restrained? I didnât bother because you were all too happy to slut yourself out for me like this, Jack.âÂ
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.Â
And then you hearâÂ
âPlease.â
You wait.Â
Krauser mutters your name in a cadence youâve never heard beforeâ itâs desperate. You look over your shoulder and see how much heâs dripping. And, in an instant, you realize how much you fucking want to give it to him, so you doâ rocking your hips forward onto his face and burying his resounding groan between your thighs.Â
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 heâs 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 didnât want to suffocate him, imagine that.Â
The sound he makes is something youâd call pathetic if you had a death wish. You coo softly and he whimpers again.Â
âPlease, âdonât need to breathe,â 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 heâs perfectly fine, you ride his face without abandon, savoring the throaty noise you get from doing so.Â
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. Youâre close, so close.Â
âOh, fuck.â You reflexively try to lift off but he tugs you down. A barely discernible word hits your earâ 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.Â
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.Â
When you look at his face, itâs as close to a crime scene as it can get, blood smeared all over the lower half and his nose wet with your fluids.Â
âJesus.â You fight a blush and know youâve lost when he smiles, refusing to wipe his face. The bastard.Â
You spread your legs, deflecting from your surprise. You didnât know you liked that.Â
âWell?â You ask.Â
Krauser blinks, eyes slightly hazy in a way youâre 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. âFuck!âÂ
He tucks his head into your shoulder, breath coming in fast spurts, hot on your skin. Feels like youâre burning up. âWant it,â he grunts. âGoing to clean up after this, and make you ride my face again. Need you to cum on my tongue. Tell me you want it.âÂ
You shut your eyes and clench your jaw while he pants, fucking into you like youâre 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 heâs looking at and instantly clench around himâ his cock, smeared in your blood. Your eyes meet, electric, and he braces himself to pound into you harder.Â
This one isnât like the firstâ it builds. You can feel the buzzing in your gut, your toes, and at the base of your spine. âShit, shit, Iâm so close,â you say, breathless.Â
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.Â
And when itâs 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. âDonât keep things from me next time, rookie. Got it?â
âŠCW: Jack Krauser Lives, Tooth rotting fluff, Marriage proposal, GN!Reader, scar kissing.
âŠWord count: 1k
âŠSummary: You are enjoying an October evening when you find a note on the counter from your boyfriend with the simple instructions, 'Meet Me in the Woods'
âŠA/N: i needed soft Krauser in my life. enjoy, i love him so much i will literally go feral for him.
I ain't never been away so long/Don't look back, them days are gone/Follow me into the endless night/I can bring your fears to life/Show me yours and I'll show you mine
ao3 link: here
Itâs been two years and thirty-one days since youâve met him, Jack Krauser. It started off when you ran into each other at the farmers market, a passing smile, greeting, then moving on with both of your days. But something about that brief encounter stuck with you. There was a spark, a connection that gently nagged at you. You continued to run into him, so you took a chance to reach out to him those two years ago.
Krauser lived in a barn at the edge of town, it wasnât hard to find, seeing as you lived in a small farm town. You started seeing Krauser around October, visiting more often, running into him more frequently at the farmers market, and even at work. Krauser would come in to the bar you worked at, order a drink or two, and head on his way.
You remember you used to live in that shitty old apartment that was just enough for you, but not so much anyone else. When you and Krauser started seeing each other, dating even, you would say, you stayed more and more at his home, until eventually he asked you, albeit a bit sheepishly, to move in with him. Eventually the nights were less quiet, filled with noises that felt more like a home.
So here you were now, sitting in front of a custom-built fire place, curled up in a blanket as you sipped your hot cocoa. The October chill brought smells of rain, faint spices of pumpkin spices and crisp air. You stood up from your spot in front of the fireplace, folding the blanket and setting it on the couch before closing the fire screen and heading to the kitchen to wash your mug.
Your eyes caught a paper on the counter, written for you in Krauserâs handwriting. You gently picked it up, eyes scanning the words on the paper. It read simply âMeet me in the woodsâ. You smiled and set the paper back down before changing into one of Krauserâs flannels, sweats, and slid on boots before heading out of your shared home.
The brisk smell of the October air hit your nose as you went to the trail behind the barn, following it quietly. You and Krauser had a spot you two had made into something of a safe spot for you both to get away. You sat down in the clearing and glanced around, not seeing your boyfriend anywhere.
Your senses picked up on a twig snapping, and you turned, eyes landing on your boyfriend, wearing nothing but his black and gray shirt and cargo pants with his worn down boots that you insisted needed to be replaced by now. A soft smile crossed your features,â You spooked me, love.â You hummed with a soft chuckle.
A smile crinkled onto Krauserâs features,â Sorry, pumpkin.â Krauser goes over gently and sits down with you, holding you in his lap as his thumbs gently rub circles on your hips,â I want to ask you something.â
You look up at him, leaning against his chest as his touch sent liquid relaxation coursing through you,â Of course, Hun.â You gently lean up and hold Krauserâs face as you kiss over his scar gently. You watch as he lets out a heavy breath, shoulders slumping ever so slightly as his features soften. You smile and kiss his lips softly before pulling away and seeing a flash of nervousness pass through his features.
Krauser subconsciously pulls you closer, hands sliding to hold yours before he stands up, pulling you to your feet with him. âCome here, I have to show you something.â He says quickly, and before you have time to respond, he's interlacing your fingers and pulling you along the path, forcing you to follow him without much protest.
Krauser leads you to a stone bridge overlooking Antler Creek. The trees were adorned with vibrant hues of red, orange and yellow as October continued strong. The air is crisp as rain becomes evident from the clouds overhead. You turn to look at him, slightly confused. When you turn, heâs on one knee, and your voice dies in your throat.
Krauser looks into your eyes,â I love you, your determination and the way you smile, taking every hit and staying strong. It makes me want to be that way myself, it makes me want to protect you from those hits, every day. You made me a better man, a better lover. So I-â Krauser chokes on his words for a moment, letting out a breath,â Will you marry me?â He asks, looking into your eyes.
You can feel tears forming at your lash line, swallowing your vision with a blurry cloud as you jump on him, embracing him in a tight hug,â Yes. God, yes.â You whisper, voice wobbling with effort not to cry. Krauser holds you and kisses you lovingly, large hands gently holding your hips as the kiss steals the breath from your lungs. Krauser gently reaches up and wipes the tears from your eyes and kisses your forehead gently.
You look down to see him slip the ring on you- a beautiful heart-shaped citrine gem. You look up at Krauser to see his smile as wide and as bright as the sun, looking at you like you are the only person that matters in this world right now. Krauser leans down and captures your lips again in a kiss that told you he loves you, and he will protect you forever. Krauser cupped your face, thumbs caressing your cheeks as he pulled away, âI finally get to call you mineâŠâ He whispers, almost as if to convince himself this was real.
You reach up and hold his hand, a rumble of thunder shaking across the sky as rain started falling on you two, but nothing could ruin this moment. âI love you, Jack Krauser.â You say softly, and it melts him, breaks him down to being just a man, you're soon-to-be husband. Krauser wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you again, droplets of rain connecting you two in an ethereal dance.Â
It's been two years and thirty-one days since you've met him, Jack Krauser. And every day, you are grateful for that passing smile, that simple greeting, that brought you together, leading to this moment.
Yeah, you could get used to this.
âĄâ CW: AFAB!Reader, fingerfucking, scent kink if you squint, choking, mild humiliation, power imbalance i think?, not beta'd we die like BOWs
âĄâ Word Count: 1.1k
âĄâ Summary: [Part 1] You have long nights at work with your Captain. After a ruthless night of reports, he offers a proposal.
âĄâ A/N : i do not write wesker!! i usually write krauser or hunk, so it might not be completely accurate. have fun reading!
ao3 link: here
Day in and day out you went to work, pushing open the doors to the RPD with a heavy sigh, the dim yet warm lighting letting the frost melt off your bones from the October chill. Your eyes scanned around the RPD for a brief moment before your feet carried you to the break room. Your routine was the same: wake up, brush your teeth, and head to work for the next fifteen hours nursing on a too-bitter coffee with too little creamer. Eventually the nights got longer, and you were stuck in the RPD for longer than you wanted, sitting in that old office chair with nothing to do but read reports. The dimly lit room seemed to grow colder as the nights stretched on, intensifying the feeling of isolation. With each passing day, the monotonous routine of reading reports became more suffocating, leaving you yearning for a change of scenery or any form of activity to break the monotony.
You were fucked.
Until one night, Captain Wesker joined you, his stoic face examining your work in the dimly lit office,"You did satisfactory." Captain Wesker hummed quietly, his icy blue eyes staring into yours behind his tinted sunglasses. You always had a passing thought about why he wore those, even at night.
Realizing you were staring for too long, you shifted in your seat nervously,"Thank you, Captain." You said sheepishly.
Wesker's stern expression softened, ever so slightly as he nodded in acknowledgement,"Keep up the good work," He replied simply voice resonating in your ears. As he turned to leave, you felt a small flame in your chest, and you sat up a little more in your chair that day.
You worked for countless nights, spending more time with Captain Wesker and conversation between the slow work day and monotonous routine. Your relationship seemed to unfurl into something more than a work relationship as Wesker brought you out to bars, restaurants and occasionally, you two had drinks at your place. Even in the mornings you'd catch him eyeing you for a brief moment before turning and chatting to Bravo Team's Captain- Enrico was it?
You found yourself working a particularly late night in June, everyone had gone home for the night. You sighed in frustration as you set the file down, rubbing at your eyes angrily as they refused to focus. Wesker quietly walked up behind you, leaning down and glancing at you for a moment,"You seem stressed." He says in that flat tone that you hated but couldn't get enough of.
"Yeah, these reports are making my brain melt out of my ears." You grumbled angrily, gesturing to the file for emphasis. Wesker's lips upturned in an amused smirk as he watched you slam your head down onto the desk.
"I have a proposal." Wesker whispers in your ears, deep voice rumbling across your nerves like hellfire, sending an involuntary shiver down your body as you looked up at him.
"Shoot." You reply simply.
"I will assist in calming your stress, and in return, you do something for me. How does that sound?" Wesker almost growls in your ear. He sounded.. Dangerous, something you couldn't place, but you couldn't tell yourself you had a knack for danger. You looked in his eyes before nodding, the words refusing to be choked from your throat. Wesker smirks dangerously,"Wonderful."
He wraps his arm around your waist and guides you into his barely lit office. Your eyes immediately found the various rewards on the wall and you absentmindedly thought about how Wesker ended up here. Wesker pulled you over to his desk and bent you over the desk, his gloved hand gently smoothing over your back, pushing into the flesh of your ass before sliding down and rubbing your heat through your uniform, causing a stifled whimper to break from your throat. Wesker let out an amused chuckle,"Barely started and you are already moaning for me like a desperate mutt. I wonder how many nights you've tried pathetically to jerk off, wishing all your toys were me." He growls dangerously in your ear.
"C-Captain.." You whimper out pathetically, feeling humiliation well in your chest. Wesker seemed amused at the reaction, noticing how the dark spot on your uniform grew larger at the tease. You hated your body, how it reacted to Wesker, how every time he got close and his cologne invaded your senses you could feel slick drip from your entrance and smear on your inner thighs. You bit your lip and teased it between your teeth harshly, the canines digging into the flesh, threatening to cut your lip open.
Wesker uses one of his free hands to grab your jaw and catch you in a searing kiss. You tried to fight for dominance but Wesker was quick to put you into submission, growling,"It would be wise not to test me." He growls deeply, gloved hand moving from your jaw to grab at your neck, squeezing gently as you choked out a breathy moan. Wesker's lips upturned in a cocky smirk as his other hand undid your uniform belt with almost scary precision. His fingers gently teased your entrance, smearing slick around in the pubes surrounding it. You couldn't help but shiver under his touch, feeling a mix of anticipation and vulnerability. As his fingers slid deep into your velvety walls a wave of desire hit you like waves crashing against the rocks. Wesker watched through dark eyes as more slick leaked out onto his gloved palm. "Worked up tonight, are we?" He snickers meanly before thrusting and scissoring his fingers, gently crooking them to press right into your g-spot, a wanton moan crashing from your lips before you could even stop it.
Wesker smirks and begins purposely slamming his fingers continuously against that spot, watching you cry and moan, hips canting back to fuck yourself onto his fingers as the coil in your stomach started to build. "M' gonna cum.. Please don't stop.. Cap'n.." You whimper pathetically into your arm. Luckily, Wesker must've been feeling generous, that or he hadn't heard you. Either way, you fucked yourself onto his fingers, trying desperately to tip over that edge. When his thumb began rubbing and pressing against your clit, you came undone with a cry of his rank into your arm. Wesker gently pulled his fingers out of you before going to his office door, but stopping in the doorway.
"Get yourself cleaned up, you look like a mess. Come back here tomorrow, that's an order. Understood?" He asks sharply. You look up to meet the reflection of your fucked out self in his sunglasses. You nodded eagerly before shakily grabbing tissues to clean yourself up, hoping you could break past his tough exterior. Maybe there was something more to your Captain than work.
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