first of all, hi, big fan of your work, been obsessively scrolling through your blog for a while now. second: perhaps something with COD krueger getting thoroughly fucked by top!reader? maybe with him riling reader up while also not hiding the fact that he /loves/ getting pounded. love me some krueger being a cheeky slut
A/N. thank youu! been waiting for a whole year for someone to ask for him LMAO
“Make yourself useful for once.” Sebastian grouched, the bottom of his sniper veil bunched up on top of the surface. He was bent over your desk, arching his toned back to willingly present his exposed ass in an agitated manner.
He feels you tap your sensitive tip against one of his asscheeks, a crease forming in between his brows, and he adds, “Don’t make me mad. Go and fuck me, scheißidiot. If you only want to be pathetic, there’s always—” (fucking idiot)
He’s interrupted by his own ragged gasp when you sink into his wet heat in one thrust, his walls instinctively spasming around your length as his knees nearly give out under him. Sebastian’s fingers scramble around for purchase, his gaze performing the mistake of flickering towards the mirror that was conveniently laying against a wall on the right, displaying the both of your forms.
His teeth catches his bottom lip, watching as you lean over him to whisper behind his ear. “There’s always what?” You prompt softly, your hands groping his lower cheeks before spreading them apart to see how his pretty hole stretches around your girth.
“There’s always someone else—hnngh!” Sebastian continues in a broken moan, earning him a harsh smack to the outer side of his thigh as you unceremoniously bully your throbbing cock inside of him. You grip him tighter, slowly dragging yourself out to let him feel every inch of you, then snapping your hips against his backside again.
“Yeah? Think they can fuck you better than I do?” You grunt, purposely grinding against his sweet spot each time you’re buried to the hilt. You pull himself back against you when you thrust forward, the force causing his skin to ripple.
Sebastian knows that no one else can handle his desperation like you. He knows that there’s no other cock that’ll ever be able to satisfy him similarly to yours, and he knows that you’re the only one who he freely allows to use him like some toy.
And yet, he insists. “Maybe.”
You decide to play along, let it be for now in favor of forcing out cute little whines from him. Sweat breaks on his skin, his ignored dick rubbing the edge of your desk. “Ohh,” he whimpered, clamping down onto your shaft when your drooling cockhead slams directly into his prostate. His head tips forward, his hips rocking backwards to meet your thrusts.
“Yes, yes- fuck, love it so much,” Sebastian’s mouth gapes, his voice becoming a little high-pitched. You were practically fucking his throat from how deep you were. You slide inside him completely, constraining him to feel every pulsing vein along your length. “Ah! S-so you do know how to use that f-fucking cock. Not bad.”
That comment provokes you to firmly fuck into him in an increased pace, which rewards you with constant ‘ah, hah’s and whines that resemble your name. Sebastian cries out, his body almost going motionless as his masked forehead knocks against the work surface. He reaches behind him to grasp your wrist, not to push you away, but to use you as leverage to shamelessly make himself bounce on your cock like he wasn’t insulting you minutes before.
[PROMPT] Sebastian wants you to be his woman. So that's what you are. Because you can't have Nikto, and you surely had Krueger as second place, didn't you?
"Why are you following me? You have no damned shame, you know that?" you replied back, and if you weren't so shocked, but also not shocked, you would've handed him a new one.
But the city lights in the sky were hazy through your unshed tears. Dirt under your boots, in your fingernails. You huddled your knees to your chest as you stared into the dark of the river, and the dotted cityscape across from the water seemed more like a kaleidoscope in your hurt.
Because he had someone now. Nikto. She was pretty. Your heart, however, was not pretty, and you had to quickly excuse yourself when you saw how she played with the hair on his nape, heard her pretty laugh. Poisonous envy dripped from your chest as you fled. You had to get out of there. You had to swallow the culmination of your cowardice as the pretty woman staked claim to the man you silently longed for for years.
And why wouldn't he like her? She was smarter, prettier, kinder, faster, just better than you in every regard. You were a nobody. But when Nikto was there, talking to you, listening to you, looking on as you flitted about him, you felt like a somebody. A kindred spirit. He was special. You chased after him with with poise and politeness, never toeing the line past friendship and daring to cast aside your trepidation.
"I'd prefer to live life without it."
And Krueger, for some odd reason, had chased after you. Sat on the same dirt as you did now, watched the cityscape as you did now, breathed the same as you did now. Saw you while you looked at the murky waters and at him through stained glass, and you wondered why he was always like a hound, stalking your shadow like he knew what your next move was.
"Y-You're really something else."
"Ja. Ja, I am," he nonchalantly replied, and leaned back on the grass.
Because he knew.
"Though, only for you."
You stilled.
He was quick with it, reaching his hand up to cup your cheek when you became startled. He was quick with his touch, and it was then you realized his bare skin touched your bare skin. His hand had seen years of hard combat and labor, but the calluses couldn't keep his warmth away in the autumn chill. A rough thumb brushed across the corner of your mouth.
It touched and savored, betrayed the persona of this enigma named Sebastian Krueger, or did he still play by Josef Doss? Gentle brushes, gentle swoops. Caresses. The horizon of the city had blurred, but it was beginning to clear. In-and-out, in-and-out, you breathed, unable to afford speaking a word as he looked at you.
No hood over his eyes, no cover. No overhead lights or the buzz of operators around you both. No pretenses.
No Nikto.
"Seb, I—Are you serious right now?"
"Be my woman, häschen," he asked again, without a single inflection of jest.
No more room for the bunny to run.
He smoothed over your lips with his thumb, before speaking again softly. "Be my woman."
He sat, touching you, tracing over the softness of your face. Staking claim. Looking at you like you were pretty, smart, kind, fast, everything a man with grit would want in a woman. Like you were a somebody. A kindred spirit. Like you were beyond special. And it was here that you knew, in turn, that Sebastian Krueger couldn't give a damn about going past whatever imaginary line to get the woman he chased after for years.
Because he had you here, now, in this time and place, daring to rub away at your tears. He was here, daring to play with the soft hairs of your nape, and having you swallow for reasons other than cowardice.
There was no poisonous envy. No thoughts of that pretty woman. No Nikto. And yet, your heart thumped and thumped and thumped, the kaleidoscope now a drum that couldn't disguise whatever amalgamation of feelings welled within your heart.
The lights of the city were clear. The barracks quiet at 0300. In the haze of the river, you swore you could see bits of both of your reflections where the lamplight gleamed. A choked exhale broke the silence.
His thumb played with the flesh of your bottom lip, and you trembled. You thought and thought. He waited. Here, he breathed as much as you did, and more dirt accumulated under your fingers from where you gripped at the earth for bravery.
He was second to none, and he knew it. Pushing for second, but he didn't seem bothered, as if he knew time and his own being would win you over. All you had to do was accept. All you had to do was say yes, and he'd show you exactly why they say "first is the worst, second is the best."
All you had to was agree, agree to be his woman, that is.
so, this one's a liiittle bit different from my usual edits, but thats only bc krueger had some lines that were simply too good to pass up ( ¬‿¬) i think yall won't be disappointed <3
Summary: Your boyfriend, Krueger, was on a mission for 8 or 9 weeks. You missed him a lot but moved on. When a little surprise brought you to tears.
A/n: I wanted to make Krueger a little comforting to the reader. So I hope you are okay with it. Enjoy!
You were in the armory, cleaning your knife while humming your favorite song. You heard thumps and weird noises that came from the quarters on top. "Ugh, can’t they learn anything but this?” You groaned, including other people from multiple dorms. Sighing, you went to get a cup of water after cleaning most of the equipment. You instantly grasped a knife, and you paused in quite a surprise. “Hallo Schlampe.” Krueger seized the knife in his hands and put it down. You were quick to ignore him and go to your dorm, but he stopped you from going anywhere. “Look, I am sorry for what I did back there.” He spoke. You hesitated for a moment and uttered, “No, I can’t…” You desired to go, and everything could go back to the way it was. He sighed and let go. “Sorry. I won’t force you. Take your time.” You grasped the back of your hand and walked away, speechless. He had been gone for at least 8 or 9 weeks. Ever since he was gone, you spent your time avoiding everyone you saw. Without Krueger, you were hopeless. It was past midnight, and you were on duty as a lookout on a darkened roof. “Hallo.” You twirled to see Krueger, who was walking towards you. You immediately turned back and kept silent. You gasped to see Krueger hugging your waist with apologetic eyes. “Meine kleine Göttin, I’m so sorry for not informing you about my mission.” You finally spoke with tears that glistened in your beautiful E/C eyes. “Krueger, why?” You spoke. He chuckled, “I said I was sorry.” You felt something ticklish on your stomach. You finally gave a loving laugh as Krueger tickled you. He smiled and began to laugh too. Both of you sat on the rooftop until a strange figure came along. You were quick to swoop down a pounce on the shadowy figure. You quickly realize it was Nitko. You shyly apologize and go back to your dorm. Krueger followed along with you to your dorm and took off his mask. You finally got to kiss his face as he took off his garments, leaving him with only a black shirt and shoulder pads. You pulled him into the couch. “Ich liebe dich.” You replied happily, “Ich liebe dich auch.” He looked up at you, impressed, and questioned, “How do you-” You finished the sentence with a smirk, “I might’ve learned a few German lessons with Konig.” He roared with laughter and kissed your nose, but drifted to sleep after a few minutes. You whispered, “How did I get so lucky?” Both of you drifted to sleep and had a peaceful night.
