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“If I gotta sin to see her again then I’m gonna lie.”
pairings - dad’s boss krauser x fem! reader
summary- you end up on your knees for the stranger you allowed into your house while your father was away, not knowing he was your fathers boss.
content / warnings: unrealistically fast paced (cant help it), 99% smut, age gap (r! is in her 20’s, Krauser is in his 40’s), krauser is a major douche (at least in the beginning), quick bj, gagging, head shoving, mentions of power play, implied that reader is inexperienced, heavy d/s dynamics, mentions of sending nudes, lots of sneaking around & secret relationship, brief pussy tasting (??), use of sir, rough & unprotected sex, forced creampie, praise and degradation, random cut off because i was about to have another 2 week long meltdown and just want to be done !! (seriously sorry)
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a/n- title from rev 22:20 (don’t shoot the messenger version) by puscifer. sorry for taking forever!! my mental wellbeing has not been.. well. if this is shit, pretend its not :3 wanted to make it long but i feel like i shouldn’t have 😭 feedback PLZZZ… can’t tell if im getting better or worse atp.
The moment that front door swung open and you laid your eyes upon the man, everything in you changed. A gruff face greeted you, devoid of any readable emotion. He was honestly scary as shit at first. Had those cold eyes that looked like they’d seen everything. You just froze in the doorway staring, not bothering to be subtle with your ogling. He had a presence about him that demanded every ounce of your attention.
“Your dad home?” he eventually questions after the clearing of his throat. “Assuming you’re the brat he’s always braggin’ about.” Right. Your father. Of course he was here for your father.
The words you try to form almost die in your throat. “He’s uhm…at the store right now but you can come back later or something… Might be a while.” you stammer out. But the man simply brushes past you, welcoming himself to your home.
“No. I’ll wait here.”
He sinks into the couch, propping his shoes up on the table. Not a care in the world. Snatched up the remote and switched it off the channel you were watching prior to his visit.
Who the hell was this entitled motherfucker? And why was he so adamant on staying?
“No shoes in the house,” you reply meekly. He doesn’t budge. Just looks at you with that deadpan expression again as if you pissed him off greatly. Makes your stomach churn.
“Take em’ off for me then.”
Silence fills the room. The audacity of this asshole to reply to you like that. He looks down at you expectedly. The corner of his mouth twitching upward into a half-smirk. There was a certain smugness to him that angered you to your core. For some reason turned you on.
But you weren’t one to say no to people. Too afraid of angering them. Especially since you didn’t know his importance to your father. Maybe he got mixed up in some bad shit. This dude didn’t seem like the type to be buddy buddy with anyone, let alone your dad.
Hesitant, you kneel down, taking the time to unlace his boot. He raises an eyebrow, amused by the fact that you didn’t even question.
He enjoys a little power play, especially with an obedient thing like you. He could easily get addicted to it. You had that cowering look that he so craved. That look made him want to break you.
Your hands shake, fumbling to untie the second knot. “Good girl.” He coos. Your cheeks burn hot with humiliation and something else entirely. Something that’s a little too appealing.
He was a man of few words, but when he did speak, you damn near hung on every syllable. His eyes are narrowed into slits, studying you with great interest. He takes in every little detail, watching your every move intently as if you were giving him a private show. The pressure of his gaze makes you forget what you’re doing. You knew you didn’t have to listen to him, but you were. And you’d do whatever he told you to.
Which is what led to the ache in your knees and jaw. Before that day, you’d never experienced one of those ‘it just happened’ scenarios. Sexual acts didn’t ‘just happen’. They were planned, thought out. Not true at all it seemed. You weren’t thinking at all, couldn’t even remember what led you to gagging up and down on this strangers cock. It just happened. First blowjob and it was for this random douche who barged into your house.
A hand grips the back of your head, guiding you, forcing you to take him deeper. “Use your tongue, doll. Like I told you.” he grunts, shoving you back down again. You try. Failing miserably to lick along his length. Your throat constricts around him and he doesn’t cut you any slack, using it as his personal flesh-light.
“Keep suckin’ i’m not through with you.” You’re a drooling, crying mess. Just what he adores. “Make me cum.” he loosens his grip, letting you finish up on your own. But the second you try to come up to catch your breath, he shoves you back down. “Not done til’ i’m done, understand?”
Attempting to nod your head, you resume bobbing up and down on his length. Trying to ignore the cramp in your neck. You wanted it to end quickly. Not because your father was expected to arrive home soon. But because you wanted the man to tell you that you did good for him.
Focusing more on the head of his cock, your hand grips and twists along the rest, using your spit as lube. You weren’t at all confident in your abilities, but it seemed to work magic on him.
Without warning, he releases his sticky white ropes of cum into your mouth, cock twitchy and red. “Swallow for me. Lemme see… open that pretty little mouth.”
His hand cups your jaw, beefy fingers prying your lips apart to make sure you did as you were ordered. A look of satisfaction crosses his face and he lets you go. “Good girl. Now run along and get yourself cleaned up.”
Only then were you able to ground yourself. What a mess you were. Hair disheveled and face soaked in a combination of tears and drying slobber, a pool of need between your thighs.
He works to refasten his belt after pulling his pants back up. So casual like that didn’t happen. Like he does this all the time.
And you still didn’t even know his name. Didn’t know how he knew yours. Not until your dad got back from the store, multiple bags of groceries in hand. When he sees the man, he both lights up and dims down.
“Krauser… Hope my daughter was good company? Sorry for the wait.”
“Sure was,” he replies simply and a feeling of dread washes over you and you fight the urge to run and hole yourself up in your room as soon as possible.
Krauser. You’d heard that name before. Many times. That same name your father cursed when he got home from work every day. Krauser. Your father’s boss.
You told yourself that’d be the last time you’d see him. That what happened would never again be brought up and you’d forget it ever happened.
Safe to say it was only the start.
The first time was difficult. Your thumb hovered over that send button for at least twenty minutes before you finally just said fuck it and sent it. Had you burying your face into your pillow, heart racing like you were on the verge of a heart attack. Not like you sucked his dick just two weeks ago or anything. Somehow this was more nerve racking.
Quickly you learned, bra and panty pics earned you bulge pics. Tit pics earned you full dick pics. And moaning into the phone for him?
That earned a visit.
“Open your window for me.” he texts, and you hurry to do so. You pace around in circles, wondering if he’s just screwing around. Why would a grown ass man go through these hoops?
Seems he was as desperate for you as you were for him.
The second he climbs through, you open your mouth to speak and his hand clasps over it, burly arm pushing you against the wall. His eyes stare daggers into your widened ones as if trying to shrink you down in size.
“Quietly, and quickly, you’re gonna get on that bed and undress for me.” he removes his hand, backing off to undo his belt.
No time to spare it seems. As soon as your clothes are off, he’s on you. In an instant, your wrists are pinned above your head, thighs pulled apart revealing the pooling mess between them. His cock lays heavy against your stomach as he drinks you in, an almost crazed look etched onto his face.
He rubs his length through your folds, getting a feel of your warmth and he has to fight back his groans. He smacks it against your clit, watching as your face contorts. Looks real pretty to him, but he’d never grant you the privilege of hearing that.
The head of his cock probes at your entrance, teasing its way in and making you clench around nothing when it’s removed. “Don’t tell me, you’re a virgin?” he cocks a brow.
“No..n-no, sir. I’m not.”
“Good. Don’t need to worry about going easy on ya’..”
Without warning, he fills you all the way, drawing out a whine from your lips. He starts to roll his hips, slowly at first, before picking up pace, skin slapping loudly against yours. You cry out, in pain or ecstasy? He can’t tell. Just knows it’s a danger to be this noisy and he wasn’t going to sacrifice his pleasure simply because you couldn’t take him. Again, his hand clasps over your mouth, muffling your sweet cries as he continues to roughly rut into you.
“Wanna get caught, hm?” he asks, shooting a warning glare down at you. You rapidly shake your head no, blinking back the tears that sting your eyes. “Then be a good girl, and keep your fucking mouth shut.”
Hypocrite. He’s groaning and grunting up a storm, getting lost in the feeling of being inside you. You can tell by the way his face scrunches up all ugly that he’s already close. Every thrust, your headboard hits the wall. The wall separating your room from your father’s.
Krauser feels himself nearing his end, beginning to pull out. But you wrap your legs around his waist, trapping him inside. He has no strength left, his warm, white ropes spurt into you, seemingly having no end. Your walls contract around him, completely milking him for all he has.
His breaths come out, hot and husky against your sweat glistening skin. And he looks like he’s on the verge of passing out.
“You on birth control?” he mumbles out, trying to bring himself back to reality. When you confirm, he lets out a heavy sigh of relief and is able to relax his heart rate a bit.
That is, until you both hear the sound of the floor creaking outside of your bedroom in the hallway.
He’s quick to pull his pants back up, and take his leave. But he stops a moment, leaning down to whisper into the shell of your ear. “I’ll text you. I’ll get us a reservation soon.” His lips press to the side of your cheek, lingering a second or two before he rushes out.
Less than 24 hours after, and you receive a phone call, informing you of where to meet him. You feel a but guilty, knowing he’s given your father more hours just so you can get away with this while he’s away at work. But this isn’t something you’d give up easily.
You beat him there, first to get the keys to the room reserved for two. It’s a pretty decent place, not the type you see in those movies where they’re having an affair. Krauser was head of a corporation, after all. Of course he was loaded.
The key twists along with the doorknob and you let yourself into the room. Spacious for only one bed. Almost the size of a studio apartment. Well, not quite that big. But still impressive.
You flop down on the bed, taking your shoes, socks and everything else off. You were ready this time. You lie naked on the bed, confident in waiting for him.
The knob twists again, and your confidence is instantly revoked, replaced with that nervous feeling once more. You shame yourself for it, but that’s what he liked about you anyway.
“I’m off for the rest of the day, sweetheart.” his hands work at unlooping the tie around his neck as he makes his way toward the bed in the middle of the room. He sees you waiting, and the blood immediately rushes down south. His pants start to feel a tad too tight. Suffocatingly tight.
Something about you simply made him weak. He couldn’t control himself, and nor could you. You could see the hunger in his eyes. The way he looked at you was like a starved wolf, about to trap its prey between its teeth.
“Waitin’ long?” he grins, removing the rest of his restraints. “I promise, I’ll make sure it’s worth all the trouble.”
His hands pry your legs apart, and his face lowers to your cunt. His nose nudges your clit, his tongue teasing your opening. “So wet already… been thinking about me?”
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Turbo Killer
Real Dad!Leon S. Kennedy x daughter fem!reader (quasi foursome) w/ Dad!Jack Krauser x daughter!Ashley
shoutout to the anon who gave me this idea! It’s all smut so if your here for any plot, you’re looking in the wrong place 🤣
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, INCEST, DEAD DOVE, multiple pairings (slight Ashley x Leon & Krauser x reader before Leon x reader & Krauser x Ashley), fingering, dirty talk, kissing, unprotected sex, creampies
not proofread
title from Turbo Killer by Carpenter Brut
Your dad easily talks you into going up to the cabin for the weekend once he says Jack Krauser and his daughter are tagging along. Having someone else there helps keep your thoughts away from picturing you on your knees for Leon; you’re sure he wouldn’t appreciate the thought even as it makes you wet between the legs. (This messed up train of thought hasn’t stopped occurring since you accidentally walked in on him changing last week).
Truthfully, after graduating college, you two don’t really see each other as much so it was a surprise he even invited you out for the weekend. To make up for lost time, he told you over the phone. So now, you’re pulling up in front of the family vacation home with your dad’s friend and his daughter parking behind.
Ashley, Mr. Krauser’s daughter, is bubbly and sweet; she brings you out of your shell in no time even though you haven’t seen each other in years. You’re actually looking forward to this impromptu weekend getaway. Until hours later, you walk into the guest room and see your dad fingering Ashley on the bed.
“Sorry, baby. You weren’t supposed to see,” his dark blue eyes stare at you, not stopping as he continues to press his fingers inside Ashley’s wet cunt which is bared to the room since her skirt’s flipped up over her hips.
You don’t know what to say, completely rooted to the spot. Your own pussy throbs as you watch your dad finger your friend. She tries to get him to stop, but he’s pinning her in place, making her take his rough fingerfucking until she cries out. Ashely cums all over Leon’s fingers and he watches you the entire time.
“Starting without me?” A rough voice rings out behind you.
A pair of hands sneak around and grope your chest as Mr. Krauser presses against your back. Gasping low in your throat, you watch your dad drop his gaze from your eyes down to your breasts.
“Sorry, she just seemed like she needed it,” Leon smirks, looking up over your shoulder, and Mr. Krauser laughs.
A calloused hand slides up your skirt and palms your mound.
“Seems like this chubby little pussy’s soaking wet, sweetheart,” he growls loud enough for your dad to hear.
“Is that so?” Leon’s stare makes you squirm, “bring her over here, we can share the bed. Right, princess?” he directs the last part to Ashley, who’s still trying to catch her breath.
She only whines in response, making both of them chuckle.
“Let Jack take care of you, baby,” your dad coos as the other man guides you to the bed.
In a blur of motion, Jack slips off his clothes before helping you out of your own. Glancing over to the side you watch your dad and Ashley do the same. Seeing Leon completely naked makes your clit pulse with heat.
“Little pussy’s so wet already,” Jack praises, bending you over the bed and pushing you forward until you're on your hands and knees, mirroring Ashley’s position in front of you.
“This one too,” Leon groans, “her cunt’s dripping all over the bed.”
You and Ashley whine, fingers tangling together to hold hands as each of your dad’s slide their fat dicks into your holes.
“Aww look how sweet,” Jack mocks, “holding hands while we rail your sweet little pussies.”
Shuddering, you arch your back deeper, pressing against Jack as he pulls halfway out to thrust back into your cunt. A loud moan from Ashley pulls your attention back to the couple in front of you.
“God your dad’s so big,” she whimpers, burying her face in the sheets as Leon hammers his cock deep into her pussy, balls slapping against her clit.
“Yeah?” you mewl, eyes greedily watching as his slick shiny dick pulls out until just the head stretches her cunt open.
“Yeah,” she repeats, shuddering as he bullies back into her soaked hole, “s’fat cock.”
You moan loudly and your dad’s dark blue eyes cut over to you; his gaze feels like a physical caress as he drags it down your body to see Jack splitting you open on his cock.
“Your dad feels good, too,” you whimper, eyes fluttering shut as Jack bottoms out again, stretching you open deliciously, “oh god, Mr. Krauser, please.”
You watch as Leon fucks Ashley harder into the mattress, your own pussy fluttering wildly around Jack’s thick length as jealousy burns bright in your chest. You’re unable to stop looking at how his cock thrusts in and out of her wet pussy, the dizzying thought of wishing it were you making you leak more slick around Jack’s dick.
“You like that?” a gravelly tone murmurs against your ear, “like watching your dad fuck my little girl?”
“Yes sir,” you whimper, knees spreading wider to arch your ass out, tits squished against the mattress as Jack presses his chest down along your back.
“Bet you wish it was your sweet little cunt he was reaming, huh?” He chuckles meanly and bites your ear, “what a filthy slut, gagging for her daddy’s dick.”
Your loud cry gets muffled as Jack grinds his thick cock into the spongy spot along the front of your pussy while covering your mouth with his broad palm.
“Be careful with her,” Leon growls out, eyes watching you two.
Your pussy pulses and clenches around Jack and he groans.
“Keep talking to’er and she’s gonna fucking cream all over my dick, Leon.”
Your dad grunts, hips losing their rhythm as he pounds into Ashley more roughly.
“Is that true, sweetheart?”
Eyes rolling back, you squeal behind Jack’s palm as you grow even closer to cumming.
“Yeah, daddy, you’re g’nna make me cum.”
Leon groans and pulls his cock out, hand tightening around the base so he doesn’t spill too early.
“Daddy,” Ashley whines high in her throat, “wanna swap.”
Jack and Leon moan almost in unison.
“Swapping sounds good,” Jack grunts, eyes watching his daughter’s tits bounce as Leon fucks into her one last time before pulling out, “c’mon over here, princess, let daddy fill you up.”
Mewling, Ashley crawls forward as Leon grabs your arms to tug you over onto his side.
“Such a hot little cunt,” your dad moans, pushing your thighs up to your chest, “want daddy to split you open, baby?”
“Please, please,” you gasp, eyes rolling back when he smacks his cock down onto your clit, “please, daddy.”
“Fuck,” he bites out, notching the head at your drippy hole before sliding slowly into your snug walls, “fat fucking pussy needs dicked down, huh?”
“Uh huh,” you choke out a whine, “need it so bad.”
Another masculine moan echoes in the air as Ashley squeals.
“Daddy, s’too deep,” she whimpers, “you’re going to f-fast.”
“But you’re pretty pussy’s taking it so well, princess,” he goads, laughing when he pulls out and bullies his cock back into her soaked cunt, “look at that, my pretty girl’s made for taking her dad’s dick.”
Listening to Jack fuck Ashley sends your arousal spiraling higher.
“How’s that sweet hole, Leon? Good?” Jack grunts, hips snapping forward to bury himself fully inside his daughter.
“S’good,” your dad sighs as he slowly thrusts in and out making you clench repeatedly around his fat length, “fuck, better than her mom.”
Jack laughs crudely, “Same here.”
You whimper up at Leon who smiles down at you.
“My special girl,” he leans forward and kisses you messily, tongue licking into your panting mouth.
You lose yourself to your dad’s tongue filled kisses as he grinds himself deeper into your cunt, leaking tip kissing your cervix and making you clamp down on him. The loud slap of skin meeting skin fades to white noise as you strain to listen to the little grunts and moans slipping from Leon’s mouth.
Every now and then the squeals and whines from Ashley or low rumbling grunts from Jack will pull your attention, but it’s few and far between with the way your dad is rearranging your guts.
“Daddy, ‘m close,” you whisper, tears beading your lash line as he rubs against your g-spot over and over again, “‘m so close.”
“You’re gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna cream daddy’s cock and show’em how much you love this?” He croons nastily, fingers coming down to press against your clit, “gonna let daddy breed your soft little pussy?”
You head thrashes, hips bucking wildly before he presses down on your waist with his free hand to pin you down on the bed.
“Tell me, sweetheart,” his voice hardens, “say it.”
“Want daddy to breed me,” you gasp out like it hurts to say, “want you to breed my pussy.”
A throaty groan slips out and he circles your clit with quick firm swipes of his fingers.
“Of course, baby,” he smiles, all faux sweetness that sticks to your tongue like rotten honey, “daddy only wants to make you happy.”
Your pussy flutters and clenches around him as he continues to tease your swollen clit. Ashley’s moaning has you twisting your body so you can look back at her and Mr. Krauser. Jack has his daughter bent in a full nelson now, cock pistoning up into her cunt as slick drips all down her thighs and his balls.
“Daddy, feels so good,” her toes curl as her eyes flutter, “love it so much.”
You watch her breasts bounce, nipples hard, while Jack hammers up into her sopping wet hole. She whimpers and tosses her head back against his shoulder and he growls down at her.
“Looks fun,” Leon whispers against your ear, grabbing your attention back, “wanna try that next? After daddy stuffs your sweet little cunny.”
Body shuddering, the band of arousal tightens a fraction more as he pinches your clit and fucks into your pussy.
“D-don’t call it that,” you plead, tears slipping from the corner of your eyes.
“Hmm? Don’t like cunny, sweetheart? Only like when I call it your pussy?” He laughs mockingly, “don’t think it matters. I’ll call it what I want since I own it. This is daddy’s little hole.”
More slick gushes around his cock and he laughs harder, hips rabbiting into your squelching heat as you cry, feeling too much but not enough— the need to cum overwhelming in its intensity.
“The first time, I wanna watch your face as you cum around my cock,” he kisses the apple of your cheek, dichotomic from the harsh way he bullies his cock into your cunt.
He pulls back to spit on the hood of your clit, fingers smearing it across the pudgy bundle of nerves until you’re keening high in your throat.
“I’m gonna cum,” you pant, gaze trapped on his, “fuck, daddy, you’re gonna make me cum.”
A few more grinding thrusts rubbing against the spongy spot at the front of your cunt paired with his slippery fingers on your sensitive clit is enough to push you over the edge, the band of arousal snapping and letting your orgasm overtake your senses.
“That’s it, squeeze my cock, sweetheart,” he murmurs down at your twitching body, “daddy’s so close to breeding your hot little cunt.”
Your pussy clenches and pulses around his cock as he thrusts forward, never fully leaving your hole until he buries himself balls deep. With a low groan, he pumps his thick load into your cunt, walls milking him as thick spurts of cum fill your pussy until it’s leaking out around his dick.
“Damn, haven’t nutted that hard in years,” he kisses you sloppily on the lips, “my sweet daughter’s got the kinda pussy that’s made for daddy’s creampies, huh?”
With another low chuckle, he pulls out with a loud squelch, hissing as his half hard cock rests on your mound, smearing creamy spend all over your pussy lips. He presses you down into the bed with his body as he kisses you, biting your bottom lip before drooling a line of spit into your open mouth.
“Drink up,” he pats your cheek, “daddy likes it when girls swallow.”
Goosebumps break out across your skin, sucking Leon’s tongue into your mouth and swallowing the spit he gives you. Jack’s low groan pulls your dad’s gaze and in turn yours; he has Ashley on her back, cock buried in her pussy as she digs her nails into his shoulders.
“Cumming, princess,” his hands flex on her thighs as he bucks against her, “take it, take it.”
With a low whine, Ashley scratches down Jack’s chest, “Feel so full, daddy. I’m g’nna cum again.”
Leon continues to kiss down your neck, biting and sucking the skin while you watch Ashley cum on her dad’s dick as he pumps her full of his load. When Jack pulls out, his cock’s covered with a mix of cum and slick, making your own pussy flutter around nothing. Your dad’s hot mouth suckles a hard nipple as he pinches the other making you cry out, drawing the attention of the other two.
“Round two?” Jack asks, scarred face grinning as he gestures down to his half hard cock.
Leon hums and raises up to face him, “Sure, but I’m using this little pussy all night.”
“We can swap some other time,” Mr. Krauser grins at him, smacking his cock down onto his daughter’s messy cunt, “I’m happy with this for now.”
Leon grins in return, “Me too.”
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An Imbalanced Deal
trainer!Jack Krauser x afab!trainee!reader
summary: Krauser can take you far, maybe even get you out into the real world faster than the rest, but you must do something in return for that large favour.
cw: this fic will contain dub-con with the power imbalance; please read the warnings and continue at your own discretion // dub-con, power imbalance, manipulation, thigh touching, thigh fucking, degrading, neck kisses, p in v, unprotected sex & creampie. (word count: 3.3k)
The training facility loomed with its austere walls and regimented atmosphere. You were walking towards Krauser's office as he wanted to discuss your progress. You were the newest recruit, alongside a man called Leon, but you didn't know much or even speak to him to know anything other than his name and that he was in a similar position as you. You were forced, against your will, due to some special encounters you had with Umbrella.
When you joined, you just kept to yourself, wanting to get this training over and done with, and it seemed to be working fine until now with this sudden meeting. Everyone knew how difficult Krauser was on the recruits, no, on every one; this was present in the nicknames he gave to people; you first noticed this with Leon being called "rookie" and further experienced this with him having no hesitation in telling people that they were pathetic, he always went straight for the jugular of people's insecurities. But he never did this to you.
It was different with you; if you made a stupid mistake, he would call you on it, but in a good and constructive criticism sort of way, something the other recruits noticed and developed a strong jealousy towards you. He didn't even give you nicknames; he just called you by your last name. Since then, everyone had isolated you with all the favouritism you had — like it was somehow your fault.
You continued to wait outside, hearing muffled footsteps through the door as you tried to straighten your posture and fix your clothes, gathering the courage to knock on the door as you waited for the clock to hit the exact time.
With a deep sigh, you knocked and awaited his call.
"Door's open," you heard his deep voice through the wooden door.
You entered slowly, pushing the door and stepping into a dimly lit office space. He was sitting in a seat close to the other, the one you would be sitting in by the looks of it, and you were surprised that it wasn't the conventional behind-the-desk setup like most office spaces had.
As you got closer to your seat, you noticed his gaze remained intense; you couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine as you remained under his scrutinous stare. You felt your hands tremble while you placed them to the sides of your thighs, but this made an amusement within Krauser as he continued to watch your timid demeanour, smiling to himself when he noticed how you avoided eye contact with your eyes shifting everywhere in the room but only occasionally at him. He just took your nervous acts as an opportunity to steal more looks at you, trapped in thought as he looked you up and down.
You felt that you were almost trapped in this small and dark room, feeling small and vulnerable as you moved closer and sank into the chair next to him, fully aware of how small you were compared to him. For a moment, your thigh grazed against his, and you tried with all your effort to keep your legs together and away from him, your hands neatly placed in your lap, then moving to the sides as you nervously couldn't be able to decide how to make a normal body language.
The air felt heavy and tense, with the looks and unspoken words currently hanging between you two. However, before speaking, Krauser continued to study you. He watched as you looked at the floor, then the bookshelves, constantly at the clock, and he loved how shy you were with him. He knew you weren't confident, with your reserved nature and inability to make friends with the others, but seeing you nervous because of him felt like a little treat only he could indulge in.
"How have you been finding the training so far?" his words finally broke the silence.
His calm and careful speech was strange to you; you were used to the constant anger in his words, and you even heard from other people when you trespassed on their conversation with the casual eavesdrop that he was rude and arrogant. You had never experienced that yourself, and you thought maybe they were overreacting; but now you were starting to understand their disliking further than just the nicknames and insults, more than the description of rudeness or arrogance. You felt intimidated and out of control, and you hated that. You couldn't stop the nerves, getting worse as your palms continued to tremble and be dampened by the producing sweat.
You swallowed the lump in your throat before speaking, feeling like your mouth suddenly went dry as you shifted in the stiff chair, acutely aware, now, of how he remained to give you intense gazes as he awaited your answer: "It's been... challenging, sir," you managed to reply with your tone of voice being barely above a whisper, "But I am learning a lot and c-continuing to try my best," you couldn't help but stammer in your speech.
He nodded, his eyes narrowing slightly as he continued to subjugate you with a stare that lasted uncomfortable long: "I've noticed that dedication," you couldn't help but like the sound of his voice; it was low, smooth but with a hint of grovel in it, it was intriguing, "and your willingness to learn and improve is... impressive."
You let out a half-smile, wanting time to hurry up and stop you from being trapped in these walls. You kept checking the clock; of course, time felt like it was going as slow as possible. On top of that, to your shock, his compliment made a blush creep onto your cheeks, feeling the warmth spread despite the cold chill in the room. That warm sensation was unwelcome; you even felt stupid for blushing at a superior's comments, especially when you have never been interested in him. But while you were questioning and mentally reprimanding yourself for that blush, his seat moved closer to yours, and his leg now slightly touched your side.
"In this line of work, seeing someone with actual potential is refreshing."
Your heart began to race as you noticed the proximity of your bodies; you could hear and feel that pulsating pounding in your ears, complete with the warmth you felt from your heart continuously pounding, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks. You tried to ignore it, but your body wouldn't comply with what your mind tried to dictate. You could decipher the looks he provided; these were ones of longing, but there was also lust in those looks as he examined and continued to have you in the focal point in his peripheral vision.
You were the target of all his desires. You sensed where this meeting was going, as it unravelled before you.
"Is that all you wanted to say, sir? I hate to cut it short, but I must get going; I have training,” your voice had a high-pitched tinge as you tried to make up some excuse and escape the situation. But you were just met with Krauser leaning back in his chair and playing a faint smirk at the corner of his lips. That smirk taunted you, and his facial expression said, 'I do not believe you.'
"Oh, are you now? With who?"
"Um, Kennedy... Yes, he and I want to train together today," you were hurriedly trying to get the words out, praying to yourself that the excuse would be believed, but you could just tell you were going to be dealt a bad hand.
Your breath caught in your throat as he leaned forward, reaching his hand out and brushing his fingers against your thigh. You froze, and your mind continued to race as you tried to process and understand all this. You experienced a jitter through your body as you felt those soft grazes.
"Don't lie to me," fuck.
"I-"
"You... are lying. There's no scheduled time with your name, and you've never spoken to the rookie. Nice try, but that excuse was... disappointing."
"I'm sorry, sir."
"That's better. Now, I will tell you why I wanted you here," his voice became lower with a husk in his tone, "You see... I believe…I know, you have the potential to excel even further, but that will require a level of... closeness between us. I can provide you with a much-needed connection to ensure good things come your way; I can even get you out here quicker... And I know that's what you all want, to get out of his hell hole." He continued to smirk, knowing he had the upper hand as he proceeded to graze his fingers along the clothed plush of your thigh, then turning into his large hand grabbing it; you felt your chest rise for a quick and small moment as your breathing quickened as he continued to squeeze and go upward to your waistband gently.
"S-sir, don't think you think this is inappropriate?" you couldn't help but continue to stammer, frozen by how he freely explored; he wanted to go deeper and rip your clothes off like he always desired since the moment you sauntered over and caught his attention.
But he couldn't help but chuckle to himself softly, and that sound only sent an uncomfortable shiver down your spine as he knew he wouldn't listen to your pleas. "Oh," his voice dripping with amusement, "I didn't know you were so against getting out of here. I guess the isolating, lonely, harsh place gives you an inviting feeling, doesn't it? But by all means, stay. How could I be so silly as to think you wanted an advantage?" he pulled his hand away for a moment as he watched you squirm in thought.
You sat there, thinking to yourself, knowing that this was all inappropriate and that you had never even thought of Krauser in that way, but you weren't going to deny that this place was slowly killing you from the inside out; you saw how it was changing those around you, and he did make a correct observation that you didn't need to stay for all the years of the programme to get far — you weren't only the favourite because of looks, you had skill, you weren't going to be humble about it since how else would you have gotten there?
“So, what do you say?” His hand hovered around your waist, waiting for you to say yes.
“You’ve put me in a difficult decision, and I-”
“Ah, ah, ah, I don’t want to hear complaints… You either let me have what I want or leave… and who knows what will happen to you… Maybe even the worse.”
You couldn’t risk that. You didn’t want to; if this situation had never happened, you wouldn’t even look at him that way; you just thought and tried to tell yourself that it would probably be shit if it were like the other men you had been with, it would be a quick deal, all you had to do was endure those few minutes, maybe fake an orgasm or two, and get everything you wanted. However, you knew you would have to put your dignity on the line for this.
But dignity was a good trade for freedom.
You nodded, continuing to look down as you accepted Krauser’s proposition; he continued to lay his hand on your upper thigh before making his way to your waistband again, freely exploring you like he had given you all the freedom to make a choice, you just stayed silent as he did whatever he wished.
“Don’t go limp on me. Stand.” You did this slowly. "Hurry up.”
You stood and presented yourself in front of Krauser, and his large hands rested at the sides of your hips, pulling you closer and nestling your standing body in between his legs; you could already see a bulge in his pants, mentally preparing yourself for whatever he was going to do to you. Just endure; it’s just a few minutes, he’ll probably be really bad, and you’ll get to maybe laugh about it, you kept telling yourself as a way to calm your nerves.
“Such a beautiful girl,” he whispered to you as he started to unbutton your trousers, pulling them down and revealing your lace panties, “Hm, already prepared, it seems,” you couldn’t help but find it so gross how he was just going to use your body, making it easier to disassociate as you felt the skin of his fingers feel your lower half, moving your body automatically as he continued to take your top off and leaving your standing there with nothing but a bra and panties. “Take it all off me, now, sweetheart.”
His language was slow but eager at the same time, he wanted you more than anything, and all you could do was begrudgingly take your bra off and let it fall to the ground, kicking it to the side, and he watched the flesh of your breast exposed right in front of him; just the sight made him stand up and grab you in a deep and rough kiss, no passion just lust as he pressed the forming tent in his pants against your thigh and your pussy. You instinctively reciprocated the kiss, having your hands placed on his muscular arms, then his shoulders, wrapped around his neck as his hands wandered all over you, first grabbing and squeezing your tits, then grabbing the fat of your ass harshly as he kissed then moved to your delicate neck.
That was when you felt a throbbing sensation, a heartbeat pulsating, moving from your lower body and creating a knot in your stomach; that was when you realised that you liked this; your hands moved to his hair and ruffled it all up as you shared the same energy and pacing in this kiss that was becoming wetter with every interlock, feeling his cock twitch and wait to be inside you. The kiss went on long, but it felt short when you were starting to ease yourself into it, disappointed as it stopped but being met with the delight of seeing Krauser hurriedly taking his pants off, forcefully sliding his boxers down and experiencing a jolt of heated excitement as you saw his large cock spring up, already covered in a dribble of precum on the tip.
You didn’t have long to admire him as he grabbed you by your hips, hard enough to leave slight marks, but you didn’t care if he threw you around like a ragdoll; you were just getting excited as you proceeded to share a kiss, as you moved your hand all the way down to his throbbing erection, wrapping your fingers around it and pumping it lightly — you felt a hitch in Krauser’s breathing as you showed more enthusiasm.
“Aren’t you eager… Put that whole front for nothing, didn’t you, you little slut?” he whispered in your ear as he placed his hand on yours and slowly removed it, “open your legs a little, now.”
You obeyed, following suit and parting them slightly, eagerly awaiting the next move he had to make; you watched as he briefly rubbed his hard member before using his spare hand and placing it on the side of your thigh, slowly pressing his cock in between your thighs, moving back and forth when he was satisfied with how the fat of your thigh surrounded his hard cock. He let out a deep breath as he slowly continued to rock back and forth and feel how wet you were through your panties, pressing his fingers into your hips; you couldn’t help but release small, high-pitched moans as you felt it push alongside your folds, making you even wetter and wait for him to get bored and finally be inside you. Still, you were also not completely opposed to enjoying this sensation.
“Fuck,” he muttered as he thrust his hips and felt your wet heat surround his cock, “god, I need you.”
“Take me then,” you replied, biting your lip as you continued to feel your core tingle for him.
“Why couldn’t you have been this eager at the start,” he let out a small and breathy laugh as he pulled his hips away from yours and tucked his fingers in the band of your panties, wasting no time in ripping them down and making a slight pain as you felt the fabric material rush against your skin, you winced a little, but Krauser didn’t care.
All he cared about was how your beautiful, wet pussy was right in front of him and there for the taking, grabbing your hand and making your way to the wooden desk he had tucked in the corner of the room, throwing you on the hard, wooden surface. You felt pain in your elbows as you made contact with the desk, but your adrenaline was pumping inside you, bringing that sharp spiking pain to a minimum so you wouldn’t be distracted. He looked at your glistening cunt, for a moment: “such a pretty slut,” his words were harsh but alluring as he rubbed his length before rubbing the thick and wet tip along your bare slit, watching as you squirmed with just the mild contact along your core. Krauser couldn’t help but be so proud of himself as he got you begging for his cock like a little whore.
“You want me, don’t you,” he just couldn’t help himself but tease you as he watched you spread your legs for him. You nodded to answer, but that wasn’t enough, “use your words.”
“I w-want you so-so bad,” he waited for the magic word, “please, sir.”
With that, he slowly introduced his cock inside your walls, groaning quietly as he felt your warm and tight walls clasp around his length: “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he muttered as he continued to thrust his hips into yours, picking up the pace as placed his hands on the joint of your knees, his thumb pressing at the back of them and holding your legs that were already trembling.
You arched your back as he fucked you deeper; you felt the tip of his cock roughly kiss and bruise your cervix, whining and getting warmer as he pressed his fingers into your legs the harder he fucked you, getting more turned on when hearing his groans, and his laboured deep breaths. You cried out as he fucked you senseless, thinking how stupid you were in previous thought that you would have to fake everything; Krauser had to clasp his hand over your mouth with how loud he made you, he was slightly disappointed that he couldn’t let you cry and moan out and cum to the sound of his name on your tongue, but he had to keep this all a dirty secret, smirking to himself as he continued to thrust and penetrate your sopping wet cunt that felt like it belonged to him and him only, as you squirmed and let him go harder in your squelching pussy.
That was when you felt it: a warm sensation that was going to roll from your core out to your mouth; you felt yourself reaching a climax and didn’t care how loud you were going to be. Your eyes began to roll to the back of your head, only exposing the whites of your eyes as you loudly released a groan as Krauser pulled one of your legs over his shoulder to get deeper, rubbing your clit with his thumb when he noticed you get closer.
“Fuck… I’m so close,” he spat as he gritted his teeth, not wanting this moment to end but acknowledging his limit was close, “gonna fill that slutty hole up,” his degradation was only adding to how loud your orgasm was.
Accompanied by a grunted moan, you felt a hot, sticky rope flood your walls, filling you so full that the warm sensation started dripping out and surround Krauser’s cock. Then sharing a moment, just looking at each other and breathing heavily.
as promised i am tagging @mrswint3rs (you should defo check out their fics as well)
a/n: i know i know i know i have been going on and on about doing some krauser stuff for ages but i finally managed to get the time and motivation to complete the wip that has been collecting dust in the google docs. so i hope you enjoy it, i begggg haha.
p. s. also i wanted to note that i wasn't sure if i should label this as dub-con since it isn't the traditional dub-con fics i have seen, but after discussing it with some people on disc and my own evaluation i wanted to label it as dub-con since even tho there is some enthusiasm towards the end the reader isn't presented with much choice, and there is a power imbalance. so if anyone is confused that is my explanation for it. i would rather maybe mistag with too much than ignore something and accidentally expose someone who didn't want to see that particular content. anyways i hope you liked this and all engagement is appreciated, hope everyone has a lovely day/evening, mwah mwah mwah.
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SUBSTITUTE LOVER !
ft. jack krauser x fem!reader, jack krauser x leon s. kennedy
tags. p in v, daddy-daughter incest, internalised homophobia, referenced domestic abuse, use of the f slur im so sorry, some kreon, smut, a little voyeurism, blood at the end
note. commission for @d10nyx !!!! feeding people what they want :3 nyxie wyxie i hope this is good n i hope u enjoy it!!!!’ LUV U MWAH.. ignore any mistakes… my editing sucks 😓 goes back n forth between krauser n reader pov pretty fast n the smut is a little boring 😓 pretend bootcamp is like not super top secret !!! also idk how american military works so ignore my attempt at that
As a young girl, you understand love to be an unconditional, non-negotiable and non-refundable thing. It’s human nature to love, it is your god given right to love and for your father to deny you of the only thing your heart knows to do—It’s downright cruel.
He’s a military man and that comes with perks. You get to visit his platoon and get an eyeful of bulging quads and strong jaws and sweaty abs— That is the only perk now that you think about it. Oh, and that cute blond dude who still has all his hair. Duh. Otherwise he wouldn’t be blond. He’s a total babe and when he smiles, blinking at you with feline eyes as he watches quietly from behind his bangs, you find yourself keeling over to support the weight of your aching heart.
(Pussyache, heartache, it’s all the same to you.)
Whenever you ask your dad what’s so special about him, why’s he got such shiny hair? What shampoo does he use? Is it a medical condition, does he have to keep the hair? Does his head get cold or something? He goes all stiff like you’ve asked too much of him, which you never have, you ask for nothing but love.
Ever since your mother left—Well, no it’s not even that. He didn’t change when she left. Dad is the same ol’ dad you’ve had for years. Jack is Jack and your mother isn’t going to change that, she didn’t change that, so she left and never looked back. She left you ‘cause you’re Jack’s girl and nothing is going to change that. You carry a part of your father wherever you go and that would be unwelcome in her house. She told you over the phone that she no longer needed all that medication - it was just your father.
Oh, he’s not so bad. Jack keeps you fed and clothed and what else are you meant to expect from a dad? No dads love is adequate to the way you love them. Never has and never will be.
Still, he’s changed and that you’re sure of.
His temper is short, you’re well aware. You live with the guy, of course you know all about it. He flips out when the toilet lid isn’t closed, and when you give him a gentle reminder that you don’t carry the same junk he does down there, Jack gives you the cold shoulder. It’s all about gentle parenting with your dad, but the sulking has escalated into full blown temper tantrums and you don’t know where you’ve gone wrong.
Dad’s never gotten physical. Until he does. And now you don’t remember a time where he was ever kind. You’re beaten into a pulp by the hand that feeds you and you’re not quite sure where it all went wrong, what you’ve done to be on the receiving end of such intense resentment.
All you’ve ever known is a man devoted to anger, but he’s not violent. Your dad is not violent. He’s the one who picked you up when you toppled over, he taught you how to ride a bike and he put you on his shoulders to see the world from his point of view— And that is it really. Nothing more, nothing less.
You don’t have daddy issues so to say, more so it’s your father that has issues in general, and those issues are untouched by any flame, they burn brighter than tiger eyes. It seems that they’ve started to fracture, and now the only thing that brings him relief is his fist on your supple skin, a cathartic end to a hard fucking day.
Let’s get one thing straight - Jack Krauser is not a faggot. Jack had a wife and he fucked that wife in the marriage bed once and they never fucked again. You were conceived on the first try.
A faggot couldn’t do that.
It starts with Leon S. Kennedy. He’s wet behind the ears and wet in his pink mouth and pink hole. He stares at Jack like he’s seen something nice, then he looks away a moment later, unable to hold his gaze.
Jack Krauser isn’t gay. It just gets lonely out here. It gets hard to keep his men in line and nothing scares them more than dick. Jack Krauser is not gay—And when Kennedy’s tight little hole cranks him in like a wine cork, it means nothing. This is how you get through to insolent brats, it’s the only way, no other method has worked as well as this.
If Jack Krauser was gay he would lounge in the bunk with Kennedy, he would tenderly wipe the sweat from his blond brows and kiss him stupid. But he does none of that. Kennedy is sent to shower, limping as he goes.
(Not before Jack gives him a nice hard smack on his backside and tells him to Pack it up, Boy Scout. Not before Leon presses his nose into the hollows of his neck, his boyish beam is that of a cat that got the cream, sweat gleaming to highlight the shape of his collarbones.)
So yeah. Jack is straight, and he can prove it. He would be able to prove it but the only bitch for miles left him. There’s you. But that’s fucked up. Jack wouldn’t go there.
Then you start to ask questions about Kennedy. And of course it’s him, with the petal lips and tawny lashes that remind Jack of toffee drizzled on coffee cake, of course he caught your attention— Of course he did.
(Like father, like daughter.)
You prod and he snaps, icy eyes a frigid landscape as his gaze pierces you with bone-chilling intensity. You shift from foot to foot, toying with loose threads at the hemline of your frayed nightdress.
“Sorry, dad.” You look down at your feet, wiggle your toes against the kitchen tiles and get sent into the edge of the counter when Jack lands a solid hit on your cheek.
Why, he oughta use some of that military training on you. Not the dick. Not ‘cause he’s gay, but because you’re his daughter. Obviously.
Definitely not ‘cause he’s gay.
Jack could fuck you if he really wanted. You have some, uh, assets. Yeah, you have tits, those are interesting. You have an ass, that’s nice. Got a pussy, an extra bonus. All of those are things that Jack loves. Really, he does, and he doesn’t need to prove it to anyone.
Jack takes your chin in his crushing grip, tilts your head to the left and then to the right, you tremble and make yourself small, clutching at the counter behind like you intend to saw yourself in half so your top half can make a quick escape.
“Dad…” Your little hand wraps around his wrist, fingers barely touching as you try to get him off, shaken up by his sudden burst of violence. “I’m sorry.”
He grunts, releasing you from his hold and watching your body crumple in on itself. You cup your cheek to check for damage, pressing the pads of your fingers into your jaw with a groan.
It throbs with each pulse of Jack’s heart.
You think your dad has a crush on the rookie. It might be a stretch, but he never looked at your mom that way. It transcends love and turns into hatred and heat ‘cause your dad is incapable of producing any positive feelings towards anyone ever. You would know that better than anyone, you know him better than anyone, better than he knows himself.
His tongue runs along his white canines as he watches Kennedy hold a plank and man, he’s got it bad for the rookie. You don’t blame him - look at that form, at that ass. Dad has good taste, he gets it! Now that the two of you have found some common ground, maybe he’ll stop backhanding you into next year.
Kennedy’s given mercy by your oh-so gracious father and his body caves in, hitting the mud with a soft thump—He gets up ass first and you suck in a breath at the same time your dad lets one out. His hips raise and his hands find grip in the ground before he plants his feet, lifting his body despite the discomfort that tinges his muscles. Kennedy hobbles away and you love watching him leave. Dad must think the same ‘cause he reaches down to adjust his cargos. Gross.
You catch them in the showers a week later.
You got bored waiting around for him, okay? The showers were your main priority—Not to see this, but to catch some hunks mid scrub down and turn the place into a porn set. Life has a funny way of taking all your wants and twisting them into half-wants. Seeing Leon naked? Great, amazing, no notes. Seeing your father naked? Dear fucking lord, you need a bullet put through your brain stat.
They're giving each other a muscle massage or whatever. Code for the most tender groping you have ever seen in your life. Dad cradles the back of Leon’s head sweetly. Jesus, you don’t think you’ve ever used that word to describe him. Their lips brush and Kennedy is the one that pulls back, Jack’s head moves forward to chase them, settling with ghosting kisses along the soft skin of Leon’s neck, dotted in cocoa dust moles and a protruding Adam’s apple that gets the same delicate treatment. Along with a quick lick that draws a moan from the base of Leon’s throat.
You think you might be intruding on something more personal than sex. Holy fuck, you didn’t know your dad could do personal, you didn’t know he had the ability to love so ardently. To love at all. What a dick. You don’t know whether to look away or not.
Like, Leon is—He’s cute. You like when his feathery lashes dust his cheeks each time he closes his eyes, you like how his body, soft with baby fat, gives away to the roughness of your father’s touch. The flesh of his hips divots when Jack grips them. Your father presses his back to the cool shower wall, the buttery flesh of Leon’s ass moulds to the shape of his fingers when he tugs him close to his broad chest— Cute, he has back dimples. Jack slots his thumbs in them, and then he makes the mistake of lifting his eyes from Leon’s angel face.
The running water is not enough to stop him from spotting you, head poked into the shower room as you gape. For your sake, you dip out the door to make your exit and head back to the car, not sure on whether you should be traumatised or enlightened by the possibly harrowing image that’s burned into your retinas like the worst form of LASIK.
The ride home is silent. Dad is silent most of the time, he talks but not to you. There’s one thing to talk about, but you doubt either of you want to touch on that.
Jack lets you in first. The door clicks shut behind him and you’re both alone. He’s always alone with you. He’s never missed his wife until this very moment. Not out of love for her, but out of pure convenience. She would break up the silence, she would remind him that he is in fact attracted to women and what you saw back there was nothing. Hell, he could give you another sibling if you asked—He could do that.
In one try, like a real man.
He could get it up, he can get it up, he only gets it up for women. Kennedy is the closest thing to a girl, alright? That’s all there is. Wait till you find out about what they do in prison. Every guy at camp has had a turn with Kennedy—That’s just how it works. It’s not about being gay, it’s not— It’s just tradition, isn’t it? Picking on pretty boys like that, it’s the only way to get rid of all that pent up testosterone or whatever it is that swelters within Jack.
When you turn on your heels to leave for your bedroom, Jack calls your name. You freeze so fast it’s almost comical. Like you’re playing musical chairs.
“Yes, dad?” Your gaze is stuck to your white socks, the print of the floorboards is mighty interesting.
His brow dips and his scowl morphs into a pained smile that brings you more fear than comfort, his hand is heavy on your shoulder and Jack thinks this expression suits you well.
“You think you're smart?” Barging in like that, making assumptions that only women would make—You don’t get it. You’ll never get it.
“No, sir.” The chill that runs down your spine straightens it.
“On your knees, girl.” The way you’re looking at him—He hates it. You think you got him all figured out, putting him together like a puzzle, but you’re missing one piece—He’s not gay.
“No,” you say while doing as he says.
(Kennedy does that, cries out No! as the plush of his ass meets Jack’s thighs, as he fucks himself like a faggot on a dick that belongs to a man who once had a wife, a man with a daughter.)
“Dad, no—Daddy, I’m sorry, I didn’t even see anything.” You hang your head, pleading with the ground as Jack fishes his soft cock from his cargos, refusing to meet the tip with your eyes.
Your apology is lost to the softness of his dick, hanging huge and limp against his thigh like a deflated balloon. Fuck—No, no, it’s not because Jack is gay, it’s the daughter thing. You’re his daughter, and to get hard at the sight of your daughter would only ever elicit a prison sentence.
“Daddy,” you try again, cradling what you have with him close to your chest, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry—Please, daddy, I don’t—Dad.” You fail to plead your case, you fail to garner any interest from his cock. “If it’s about—I don’t like him, I don’t like Leon, dad, you can have him, he’s all yours I swear—Just don’t do this to me, daddy, please.”
Jack’s cock twitches at the mere mention of his name.
“What did I tell you ‘bout running that stupid mouth of yours, girl? Where are your fuckin’ manners?” He rubs the ruddy tip along the crease of your jutting lips, the bottom one trembles. “Thought I taught you well.”
“No… No, don’t do that, dad—God, no.” Your complaints are snuffed out by the fat dick that stuffs itself down your throat, half-hard and thick enough to be a choking hazard.
(It poses a threat to you, but not to Kennedy. Man can that kid suck cock, with a face like that he’s lucky he’s not begging for his life.)
You gag and Jack pinches your nose. If he had a son, he would’ve taught him to play ball. But he’s stuck with a daughter, and the most you can do is dig your nails into his thighs, mucusy spit hanging from your chin in stringy strands.
“You’re made for this,” Jack tells you, and he’s right. Biologically, those lips of yours have evolved to maximum pout to suck cock. They bear resemblance to Leon’s—The vein on the underside of his dick throbs. Jack’s jaw is offset as his teeth grind together, splintering into thin shards of bone. Not the fucking time to be thinking of the rookie and his floppy hair, softer than cotton beneath Jack’s fingers, the rookie who is shaven clean save the shadow that lines his lips, the rookie that sports hardened lines on his otherwise plush abdomen, pink skin leading to an even pinker dick—Holy shit, what’s wrong with him?
At this pace, Jack’s going to contact a fucking therapist—Have it out with his bitch wife. That’s exactly what it is. Sexual frustration he's not been able to take out on your mother.
His cock slips from your mouth, it rests heavy on your face, casts a shadow as you cower at the sheer size. “Dad…” You cough wetly, hacking up bile that you push back down with a pained gulp. “Daddy… Don’t do it to me, I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to look, dad, I’m not—I’m not mad at you.”
He scoffs, lifting you by the Peter Pan collar of your floral blouse—You look like a fucking Mormon. That pisses him off. Jack’s not a Mormon or a faggot, there are so many accusations in the air and it all rises to crescendo. You’re bent over the dining table, the fullness of your skirt is hoisted up to ruche around your waist in makeshift pleats and your white cotton panties are dangling around your ankles.
The lips of your puffy cunt cushion his dick and Jack starts to feel a little queasy. Not because—Not ‘cause of the pussy. It’s not that. It’s the daughter thing. Seriously—There’s no time to waste, Jack forces himself into your pussy before his dick folds in on itself. As he pistons himself in and out of your only partially wet cunt, it feels like nothing. Jack is numb.
Feels nothing, hears nothing—Sees nothing but him. The anger inside of him rises like a devastating wave, ready to engulf every skyscraper in its path. You end up being on the receiving end as you have been for as long as you’ve been alive—His very own punching bag. What else are kids for, huh?
Your stubborn pussy pushes him out, you dig your nails into the glazed wood of the table, clawing like they might find purchase in the grooves. Dad, dad, daddy, dad—It doesn’t work on him, you do nothing for him. When you cry, he doesn’t feel sad, and when your cunt clamps down on him, it brings him no pleasure.
A hand comes to rest on your back, forcing you into a sharp arch as Jack’s hips smack into yours at a bruising pace. Somewhere along the line, a very thin line that Jack snorts, it blurs—Your salty tears become the tang of Leon’s sweat, your hips become buttercream smooth in his grip, and your pussy—Your hole milks Jack for all he’s worth. The shroud has lifted from his shoulders and Jack feels weightless.
You lift your head, blood leaking from your nose, it congeals in fat lumps on your skin. “Daddy…” You sniffle, having had your head held down, grinding your bloody nose to a pulp against the smooth of the dinner table.
“Clean yourself up, girl.” Jack rolls his shoulders back, fists tightly balled by his side as he has proved nothing. Nothing at all. He’ll have to try again. No father of yours is a faggot. Can’t do that to his little girl.
(Excuse after fucking excuse.)
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Training session
Jack Krauser x Leon S Kennedy x GN afab reader smut
Description: A typical training session turned into Krauser teaching Leon how to fuck you properly 🥰 (pre RE4)
Length: medium to long (not proofread)
Warnings/contains: use of knives, choking, dry-humping, voyeurism, creampie
Reader: gender neutral afab
Krausers watchful eye followed you as you circled Leon, your body moving swiftly as you dodged and swiped. He caught your arm as you threw a punch, quickly pulling you into a restraint with a satisfied grunt. You panted, your face scrunched up with annoyance as you glanced at Krauser. His eyes wandered down to the knife nestled in your belt before quickly flicking back up, his eyebrows raising expectantly.
Knives are faster. That's what he always said.
You pulled yourself out of Leons grip, pushing him away and snatching the blade in a swift series of movements. You readied yourself before slashing out, catching the man's forearm as he covered his face, attempting to dodge your attack. He let out a hiss of pain, his eyebrows furrowing as he glared at you.
"Sloppy. Do better Leon." Krauser scolded, his eyes fleeting between the pair of you before landing on you with confidence.
Leon let out an annoyed grunt before going after you again, wanting to prove himself after Jacks words. You stayed steady, occasionally jabbing and swiping at the man..only for him to dodge them. You grew frustrated, you'd been training for hours already because of Leon and his need to do well. You scrunched your nose up and glanced at the major, silently hoping that he'd catch on and let you off for the night. He simply glared back, watching as Leon took the opportunity to tackle you to the ground. You grunted, your knife falling from your grip as you landed on the training mat. Leon trapped your legs between his and wrapped his hands around your wrists, trapping you onto the ground. Your cheeks flushed, your fatigue making you..less focused which of course meant your mind went to the filthiest of places. You turned your face away from him, only to catch Krauser circling the pair of you with a smug grin. He knew.
"What now rookie?" He stood over Leon, glaring at him expectantly. "You've got them pinned but..your hands aren't free."
Leon opened his mouth to speak, his eyebrows furrowing as he thought about his options..before Krauser quickly cut him off. The larger man knelt down and quickly pulled your wrists together, keeping them pinned above your head within one hand. You swallowed, as if having Leon in your space wasn't enough..and it didn't help that you had a childish crush on the major.
"Right. Thank you Sir." Leon nodded, giving you a cautious look.
"That all you got?" He turned to you with a smug smile. "You had a chance to break out then, why didn't you take it?"
Your face lit up with embarrassment. "I thought you wanted me to stay put so that you could..demonstrate Sir." You replied, feeling tiny under his gaze and his grip.
Krauser merely chuckled at you before letting go of your wrists and pulling away. You couldn't even think of breaking out of Leon's grip before his hands had replaced Jack's. He pulled a knife from his belt and pressed it against your stomach, letting the tip of the blade cut through your shirt and press against your bare skin. You panted softly, embarrassed by how easily the pair had caught you off guard.
"Getting tired soldier?" Jack hummed teasingly.
"Yeah...yes Sir...I think I could do with a break." You stumbled over your words, the blade against your stomach making you giddy.
"Shame..this was just gettin' good." Leon remarked as he began to let go. You sneered back at him, playing into the mock rivalry you had.
Krauser placed a hand on his back, keeping him pressed over you. Leon braced himself, letting out a quiet pant as he tried to hold himself steady underneath the pressure.
"I didn't answer yet." He said coldly, his tone making the younger man's mouth shut in seconds.
You let out an exhausted sigh, getting frustrated that you were even in this situation.
"Do *you* need a break, rookie?" He turned to Leon, giving him an expectant look.
"...yes Sir." He muttered, contradicting his teasing earlier.
Krauser let go and walked over to one of the benches, taking a seat to watch as the younger man's body finally started to cave after the hours of training. Leon pulled the knife away first, letting the blade fall to the ground as he let go of you and rolled over to rest next to you.
"Thought it was just getting good?" You repeated his previous words back to him, giving him an expectant glance as you sat up.
"Had to say something that would get you fired up for next time." He shrugged, a playful smile on his lips.
You shrugged him off and took a moment to sit and rest. You cautiously pushed the knives off of the mat, out of Leon's reach, before swiftly straddling his hips and trapping him to the mat. You copied Krauser's movements from earlier, pinning his hands in yours and pressing your free hand upto his throat. You desperately wanted to get back at him for what he had done..and physically you had but mentally, you were a mess. The position and the way Leon was panting was enough for warmth to spread between your legs. Yet..you were equally matched by an equally unfocused and tired opponent. You could feel him getting hard underneath you, his cheeks turning red with embarrassment as he tried to stare you down. Of course Krauser was still watching, already smug from how easily you had overpowered Leon..the fact that you were both so wound up was just the cherry on top.
"Look at the pair of you..like teenagers getting desperate over the smallest touch." He scolded, the harsh tone playing against the amused smirk on his lips. "Pathetic.."
You both froze, somehow forgetting that Krauser had been watching.
"What's wrong rookie?" He cooed at you, he was stood beside you now, looking down at you with an encouraging gaze. "You could easily finish him. He's practically given himself to you."
Leon let out a grunt of protest as he wriggled underneath your grip.
"I expected better from you..come on, put them in their place." He turned to Leon, spurring both of you on.
You glared down at Leon, tightening your hands around his wrists and your legs around his waist. He grunted, yanking his hands out of your grip and quickly snatching your hips to push you away. You wrestled for a few moments, letting out frustrated growls as you both got more and more pent up. Leon made the last move, pulling you ontop of him and wrapping one arm over your waist whilst the other pulled you into a headlock. You panted, your hands gripping onto the arm he had over your neck, your fingertips brushing over the cut you had inflicted earlier. He flinched away, giving you the opportunity to trap him again. You returned to position, letting out a soft sigh as you rubbed over his semi again.
"Alright..that's enough." The older man hummed, an amused tone to his voice and smile on his lips. "Got it out of your system now or are you gonna have to fuck like rabbits before this tensions gone?"
You let go of Leon's wrists and moved to climb off of him, your face burning hot from the workout and the desire. You paused at the feeling of his hands wrapping around your waist, keeping you pressed against him.
"Seems like it." Jack cooed to the pair of you, his trousers getting tighter at the sight of his trainees so pent up over each other.
Your mind raced with questions and desire, were you really doing this here? Were you really doing this in front of your major? But a filthier part of you wanted to know what part Krauser would play in it.
"Are we really doing this?" You whispered to Leon, your voice shakey with want.
"If you want to." He replied, his voice low and needy. He gave your hips a reassuring squeeze.
You didn't answer, choosing to show your answer through action instead. You placed your hands onto Leon's chest to steady yourself and gently moved your hips, the motion relieving some of that ache that each of you had between your legs. You let out a pleasured sigh, which was met with a content groan from Leon's lips. You glanced at Krauser, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering wildly as he watched you grind on his trainee.
"Gotta keep him in his place, hmm?" He asked. "Show him who's in charge?"
"Yes Sir." You muttered, getting worked up over his use of training encouragement when this was what you were doing.
"Good job soldier." He cooed with a smug grin.
Those words lit a different spark in Leon, making him toy with the idea of taking charge again, flipping you over and taking you right there and then. Instead he waited, like a good mutt, until Krauser inevitably hinted for him to take over. He rested his head back against the mat, his eyes closing as he relaxed under your touch, letting out soft groans. His grip was gradually getting tighter on your hips, dragging your movements out painfully slow..until you pulled his hands away. You pinned them down, making you lean over him, your face mere inches away from his.
Show him who's in charge.
"Stay." You spoke down to him, waiting for him to acknowledge your response before letting go of his wrists.
You continued softly grinding your hips as you trailed your hands down his torso, pausing at his belt for a second before unbuckling it. You put it to one side, keeping it close just in case you needed it. You moved down to his trousers, taking your time to palm at him and rile him up before unzipping them. He let out low moans at your touch, his hips bucking into your hand as you palmed at him through his boxers. You got to work on your own clothes, kicking your shoes away and slipping your trousers off. Leon stayed put, his lustful eyes following your every move.
“Got him wrapped right around your finger..” Krauser muttered approvingly. “You’re just letting that happen rookie? I expected a bit more fight from you.”
And there it was, you knew he’d set you both off at some point. You glared Leon down, your hand moving to his chest in a weak attempt to keep him pinned down.
“Be good for me?” You half asked, half commanded. Your words earned a chuckle from Krauser and a playful smile from Leon.
You knew he was too obedient to decline his major, and you were becoming too needy to stop him from taking over.
“You know I can’t do that.” He hummed, pulling your hand away and quickly pinning you down against the mat. His hands gripped onto your hips as he buried his head into your neck, pressing needy kisses along your jaw.
“Don’t be such a tease..” You sighed, resting your head back as he worked his way down.
He ignored your complaint, instead running his hands down your thighs and gently pushing your legs apart. He looked up at you as he kissed along your stomach down to the hem of your underwear, his breath leaving a warm dampness over your skin. You shivered slightly, eyes fixated on him as he finally touched you where you were so desperate. He kissed over your clothed clit before sucking at you, making you gasp and arch your back. He hummed contentedly, sending vibrations over your cunt and drawing a breathy moan from your lips.
“Fuck them properly rookie.” Krauser chimed in, his eyes glued to your pleasured expression.
“Yes Sir.” Leon hummed, always eager to follow the rules.
You tilted your head back and glanced at Jack, cheeks flushing as you met his unwavering gaze. A smug smile graced his lips as you looked at him, he could hardly wait to take over when Leon inevitably grew tired.
“Been so patient, haven’t you?” He cooed at you as Leon fumbled with his trousers. “I’ll make sure you get what you want.”
You parted your lips to speak but merely nodded to him, far too worked up to respond to him. You couldn’t even dream of him treating you like this after how cruel he had been to the trainees over the years.
“Can I?” Leon whispered to you, guiding your focus back round him. He rested his hand at the waistband of your underwear, his fingers just sneaking under.
“Please..” You whispered and nodded.
The second you opened your mouth, he had slipped them down your legs and pulled you closer. He grabbed your thighs, lifting them up so that your hips met with his. You wrapped your legs around his waist, locking him in place. Heavy breaths spilled from your lips as he pulled his cock out, the sensation making him sigh desperately. He lined himself up with your cunt, shutting his eyes as he slowly pressed into you. You let out a pleasured sigh as you adjusted to the feeling, your eyes meeting his as an invitation to keep going.
“Fuck..you feel so good..” He muttered as he grabbed your thighs, his fingers digging into your skin desperately.
He started grinding into you, panting like a needy dog as he lost all sense of restraint. That slow teasing behaviour that he was engaging in mere seconds ago was gone, the simple feeling of you being enough to make him yearning and impatient. You hooked your hands over his shoulders, pulling him closer as you got lost in the pleasure. He leaned into you, resting his head against your neck, and moaned, the sound making your stomach flip. You locked one hand in his hair, gently tugging at the locks as your free hand slid over his back underneath his shirt.
“He’s even needier than you soldier.” Krauser grinned, his voice tainted with arousal as he palmed at himself.
“Mmmhh..” You let out a little hum of agreement, your eyelids fluttering open as you looked over at him.
He stood up, making your heart rate quicken, your eyes glued to him as he stalked over to the pair of you. He pressed his foot against Leon’s back, firm enough to keep him down but still light enough for the younger man to push him off if he wanted. But of course he didn’t, if anything it spurred him on, his pace getting more frantic as the major pressed his boot down.
“Poor thing might fall apart if we don’t prop him up.” Krauser muttered, making Leon’s sigh longingly.
He panted against your neck, his eyebrows furrowing as he got more and more lost in your touch. You gently pulled at his hair, making him moan softly as he continued fucking into you. Krauser loomed over the pair of you, his eyes burning into you as he watched Leon’s hips thrust against yours. You lost focus on his gaze as you got lost in the pleasure, clenching around him as you got ever so slightly closer. Of course, that was enough for Leon. Just the feeling of your slick cunt tightening around his cock was enough to make him break, his fingertips bruising your thighs as he sloppily fucked his cum into you. He whined and panted, his hot, wet breath coating your neck, before stilling and letting out a string of content breaths.
“That quick, rookie?” Jack tutted, lifting his foot off of his back.
“Fuck..sorry..” Leon panted, leaning up just enough to give you an apologetic look.
Your stomach was a twisted mess after the display he’d just put on, and your flushed expression was enough for him to know he was forgiven. You gave him a sympathetic look and trailed your fingers through his hair, yearning to coax more pathetic noises from him. Before you could even speak, Krauser had a fistful of Leon’s shirt, gently commanding him to get up.
“Good thing I’m here to help, hmm?” He cooed, giving the younger man a moment to compose himself.
Leon sighed softly as he pulled out, already desperate again and jealous that Krauser was taking over. He stood up, letting Jack steady him before moving out of the way. He took the majors place on the bench, his eyes fixated on the pair of you. The disappointment of not finishing quickly vanished as soon as Krauser had pulled Leon away from you, and was quickly replaced with nerves and desperation. You met his gaze, your cheeks heating up as he gazed down at you smugly whilst unbuckling his belt. It took seconds for him to get down and pin your legs back, locking you into a mating press. You were already gripping at the mat as best as you could, flustered and caught off guard by how quickly and easily he could move you.
"Told you I'd make sure you get what you want." He remarked as he rubbed his cock against your entrance. "Knew I'd have to teach you how to fuck properly rookie..such a sloppy performance."
You let out sighs of pleasure as he rubbed against you, his harsh words making you giddy even though they weren't directed to you. Leon was just as worked up, embarrassed that he'd let his major and his partner down, but equally as turned on over Krauser scolding him.
Jack finally slid into you, letting out a satisfied grunt as he fucked into a mixture of your slick and Leons cum. Your face scrunched up with pleasure as he immediately started moving his hips, you were already so sensitive and this new angle was making him hit all the right spots. He leaned into you, his hands resting either side of your body, completing trapping you underneath him. You let out a string of moans and pleasured breaths as your eyes flickered over Krauser. The sight of him like this was enough to make your heart race, your stomach already knotting up to signal that you were close.
"..perfect little hole for me to fuck, aren't you?" Jack panted.
"Y-es sir.." You moaned, weakly nodding in response to him.
"So good at it too...my little soldier knows their place." He cooed, still fucking into you at a relentless pace.
"Mmhmm.." You hummed, the sound trailing into a pleasured moan as you finally snapped.
He grinned, his eyes piercing into you as he guided you through your high. Your hands had grabbed onto his arms at some point, your fingertips now digging into the muscular flesh as you rode out waves of pleasure. He only slowed as he felt you start to relax, his hips merely grinding into you now. You panted, your eyes fluttering open as you started to come down, your cunt still gripping onto his cock.
"Need me to keep going, hm?" Krauser teased, giving you a proud smirk. "Wouldn't blame you after that performance from Kennedy."
You let out a soft sound of agreement, mindlessly nodding as you glanced over at Leon, who was desperately palming at himself. You bit your lip, keeping a soft gaze on him as Jack steadily coaxed you towards another orgasm. He adjusted himself, grabbing your hip with one hand as the other brushed over your clit. A low moan fell from your lips as he rubbed circles over the sensitive nerve, his other hand gently squeezing you. You shut your eyes, letting out a pleasured sigh as you just relaxed into his touch, completely giving yourself over to him.
"Maybe he'll learn and you won't be so needy next time..poor thing." He sighed with a smug tone.
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loose ends was so good..ive been looking everywhere for well written krauser nsfw stuff. do you habe any re4 krauser?
jackie boy is such a gold mine for content, i wish more fans liked him. don‘t you worry tho, i got you, anon :))))
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warning: heavy dubcon, krauser being mean, voyeurism, humiliation, dirty talk
“Hng… Jack, don‘t-“
You writhed in his lap, legs forced wide open to accommodate for his wide frame. Your chest was pressed flush to his, face buried into the side of his neck so close that you felt his even pulse.
“Oh, but we‘re just getting started, baby.“
One large hand heavily rested on your hip, thumb rubbing circles into your skin that would sooth you if the circumstances were different. Maybe if those parasite riddled men weren‘t standing around you, breathing raggedy wet breaths.
Jack‘s other hand was crammed between your bodies, disappearing between your thighs to plunge two thick fingers into your pussy over and over. You couldn‘t keep still, torn between riding his hand to completion and jumping out his lap to escape those glowing eyes that were a recurring nightmare fuel.
“Jack… They can see…“ Your arms were tightly swung around his neck, holding onto him for dear life, pulling him impossibly closer to hide yourself away - maybe even fuse with him to escape the shame you felt. He clearly had none left.
Jack laughed, voice directly inside your ear. “You know I don‘t mind the audience. ‘S not like they can touch the goods.“ To drive his point home, Jack pushed in deep until you tried to lift yourself up and away from the stimulation. The hand on your hip held you down easily, leaving you defenseless and moaning while his fingers curled into your spongy sweet spot.
“Besides, you‘re so wet right now. Enjoying this more than me?“
You shook your head against the crook of his neck, whining in both distress and arousal. Shame and lust were so tightly interwoven in the pits of your stomach that you couldn‘t separate them anymore. You twitched around him and Jack grinned. If there was something you couldn‘t hide from him it was how your walls gripped his fingers right now.
“Fuck, you love this. These bastards would be all over you if they had even an ounce of free will left. You want that?“
Jack‘s voice, his words - they gave you whiplash, hips slowly grinding against his hand, legs shaking like leaves. “N-No!“
You peeled your face away from his neck, catching a glance of your surroundings. Five men stood just behind Jack, close enough to touch your face if they just extended an arm. Their eyes were so distant but clearly focused on you. There was noise behind you - boots and groans and heavy breathing. You locked eyes with the man standing closest in your field of view and you felt your heart hammer against your ribs.
“You‘re leaking all over me. If I wasn‘t right here, you‘d throw yourself at the biggest guy around, wouldn‘t you?“
You sobbed, vision growing blurry with tears but hips bucking down anyway. You were close, wildly constricting around those fingers fucking you at a steady pace. If your heart wasn‘t beating in your ears, you‘d be able to hear the lewd squelching of your dripping pussy with every thrust.
“You let them fuck you raw when I‘m not here? C‘mon, tell me.“
His thumb joined the assault, pressing against your clit. You jerked in his lap, moaning high and pretty while he rubbed slow circled into the bundle of nerves. “I told you to speak.“
His voice was level, commanding. You scrambled to brace your hands against his wide shoulders, trying to replay his words in your head and forming a coherent answer.
“Don‘t… I-I don‘t-“
Jack looked at you, expressionless with a mean glint in his eyes. “You better fucking not. Whose job is it? You know this one, baby.“
Your chest shook with a moan that bled into a wet sob, hips still moving to meet his movements. “It‘s yours…“
Jack grinned at that. “Atta girl. You‘re right, it‘s my job to fuck this hole. And you know what?“ His fingers stilled mid thrust and you could finally catch your breath. The pause wasn‘t long lived once Jack harshly ripped his fingers from your hole, turning your exhale into a winded whine.
“I think I‘ll do just that.“
“Wha-? But-“ You yelped, Jack suddenly standing up from the shitty folding chair, two hands securely on your thighs to pick you up with him. You clung to his shoulders, looking around yourself to discover that there were more brainwashed soldiers right behind you the whole time, mouths slightly ajar and eyes unblinking.
“What‘re you doing?“ Your words were fast, stumbling over themselves as Jack put you down in front of the chair. He quickly spun you around, back to his chest and you almost fell - your legs felt soft underneath you, wetness sliding down your thigh and growing cold with the air.
“Jack!“ A strong hand clamped down on the back of your neck, the other snaking around you and warmly laying on your stomach as he shoved you forward, bending you at the hip. Your hands flew out to catch yourself on the backrest of the chair.
“Stay.“ Jack all but barked the order at you. You shivered, head forced down with the bruising hold he had on your neck. His other hand disappeared and a zipper sounded loud in your ears.
Your eyes were wide, listening to Jack groan as he pulled his cock from the confines of his heavy cargo pants. He couldn‘t be serious. Jack never made you do something like this before, fully aware how terrifying these people - this parasite - and this whole mission was for you. You were shaking, palms slippery with sweat but you couldn‘t deny that there was slick dripping on the floor with the knowledge that Jack was about to mount you like a dog right now.
You gasped a soft breath as the warm head touched your hole, applying some pressure before rubbing through your folds. Your hips were squirming against him, unable to thrust back or pull away as long as Jack held your neck in place. His dick kept rubbing your pussy, tips just barely catching on the hole as you whimpered. “Jack…“
The teasing stopped as Jack chuckled. “Don‘t worry. I‘ll give you this dick.“
And Jack, being a man of his word, firmly held the base of his cock to line himself up, oozing tip finally slipping into your body. You sucked in a breath, the initial stretch was always a lot to take. You knew that Jack knew that. You also knew that he loved it.
His hips snapped forward, only stopping when his pelvis clapped harsly against your ass. You cried out, the brutality of it almost sending you face first into the chair if it wasn‘t for Jack pulling your right back.
His hand pulled away from your neck and you instinctively took a step forward, feeling him too deep in your guts.
“Don‘t run from this dick now. You‘ll take it and you‘ll love it.“
His hands grabbed onto your shoulders, pulling you back to keep your ass flush against him. You were whining, finally able to pick your head up and regretting it right away.
One of those things - barely a man anymore - stood right in front of you, staring down on your frame and making your whole body tense up. Jack groaned behind you, hips pulling back to snap right back against your ass.
“Fucking tight…“ His pace was relentless, fucking into you with fast, rough strokes that made you cry out. One hand reached back, pushing uselessly at his hip. “Slow- Ahh! Slower!“
Jack was grunting behind you with effort, totally left cold at your attempt to stop him, muttering filth under his breath about how good your pussy was, about how he should‘ve done this sooner.
You couldn‘t take your eyes off this monster in front of you, afraid that if you did he‘d touch you, kill you. Jack would never let him but you couldn‘t risk it, couldn‘t stop thinking about it.
Jack kept up his rough treatment, pulling you into his thrusts to go as deep as possible, kissing your cervix with every thrust.
A horrible mix of shame, fear and thrill brewed between your hips, making you burn from the inside out if you didn‘t cum right now.
It didn‘t take much. No fingers on your clit working you over the edge, not Jack‘s mouth and tongue stimulating your sensitive nipples. You were cumming just like that with a sharp cry on your lips, just from Jack‘s brutal thrusts and that feeling deep inside you that you didn‘t want to acknowledge.
Jack moaned low in his throat, hunching forward and faltering in his movements as you squeezed his cock into a vice grip. He rutted into you again, reaching his peak buried balls deep, cumming enough for it to spill out around his cock.
Jack breathed for a second before stepping back, pulling out and letting go of your shoulders. Without his hands on you, there was nothing holding you upright. Your legs gave out easily, knees hitting the floor in front of the chair. You felt his cum dribble out your hole thickly, running down your thigh and dripping on the floor. You were holding onto the chair, wheezy and breathless.
Jack was already decent again once he crouched down beside you, pinching your chin between his fingers and turning your head towards him.
“Wasn‘t that fun, baby?“
You could do nothing as he sloppily pressed his lips against yours. Maybe it was a little fun.
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holiday ★ krauser giving u lots of love, a pretty husband. ─ cw. fingering, pwp, masturbation, smut, MDNI | I did it so fast I don't even know if it's cohesive lol ♡ i hope yall like, tell me if something is wrong! kiss kiss.
A cold and cloudy holiday was perfect for you and your husband to enjoy together, snuggled up on the couch watching movies while eating popcorn and drinking some sodas. You prepared everything, from what you would eat to what you would drink and watch. As soon as both of you got out of bed, you quickly got ready to spend the afternoon together on the couch, cherishing each other's company.
Jack used to work a lot, hardly ever setting foot in his house due to long working hours. Even on weekends, it was difficult to see him. However, in a rare event, his day off coincided with the holiday, which was a perfect fit for you to be close together.
However, even though the movie went on for hours none of you were paying attention, Krauser was too busy fingering your pussy while kissing your lips, stifling your moans as he ran his cum-soaked fingers over your abused clit, only pulling his fingers away. to fuck your pussy while you feel your cum dripping and your fingers slide perfectly into your hole. The holiday was ending and Krauser wanted to make the most of it by eating u ♡
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Only You
Between the Bones (Leon x GN! Reader) - Chapter 25
Leon seeks some comfort in you.
This chapter is 𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪 18+ only please!
(Cross-posted from Ao3)
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CW: oral sex (Reader receiving), semi-public sex
Leon wasted no time. Nearly as soon as the two of you find the blind spot of the cameras, Leon’s lips were on your own, his hands on your body. Kissing desperately, and you kissed back just the same. You knew then that he didn’t want to stop at kissing.
Neither did you.
It had been little over a week since that first night, maybe, but those days had stretched on and on, and the two of you had been cautious. Though, now, something told you that Leon didn’t care so much about caution right now.
You had been the one in turmoil, last time. You had been the one to let your passions push you past sense. Now, though, as you felt his lips seek out your neck, kissing just above the collar of your uniform, you found some nerves plaguing you. Because someone saw you that first time, and you’d been lucky enough that Valeria seemed content to let the two of you carry on. That didn’t make this safe. Didn’t make it smart.
But Leon was smiling now when he hadn’t been before, and that was enough to convince you.
How easily this man could unravel you . . .
His mouth was at your throat, now, his arms around you. He’d become so strong, his embrace like iron. You could feel him holding you against him like he was afraid you’d vanish if he let go. But you weren’t going anywhere. Whatever made him feel the way he was feeling, you wanted to make it better. But you knew you couldn’t waste time, either so you started to undo his belt . . .
Only for his hands to stop you.
You looked at him, confused, but Leon just pulled back and shook his head. “I went first last time,” he explained simply, quietly. Part of you wanted to protest that, this time, he’d been the one that had a rough day. That he was upset this time and needed relief. But you were also fully aware that when you were the one battling your own shadows, you had been the one to sink to your knees and draw whispered moans from him.
And Leon was a lot more selfless than you were.
So you weren’t surprised when he kissed your neck again, open-mouthed, and hot. He reached for your own belt, then, and you knew what was coming. Craved it.
“I want to do this for you,” he whispered against your skin, and you sighed, careful to keep quiet. His voice had changed over these months, just as his body had. He sounded steadier these days. More certain. With you, though . . . you could still hear that rookie recruit’s softness. The quiet adoration he had for you. Another thing for you to fear - and another fear for you to ignore, in this moment as he looked at you through the dark. “Can I?”
Ever the gentleman. Even when you could feel his need for you.
So, you nodded.
“Show me what you got, pretty boy,” you grinned, your voice low and wanting, and you loved the way he hummed softly at the nickname. You loved that you could get that reaction from him. That you got to see him like this. Only you.
And only he got to see the way your breath hitched when he got the belt undone. Your pants open. “Let me take care of you,” he said the words like he needed to do this, or he’d crumble. Then his hand was there, pressed between your legs, moving slowly and carefully - you can tell by the way he hummed that he loves the feeling of it. The feeling of you. He mouthed at your neck, his hand continued with that pace, and you could tell that he wanted to take his time with this. That he wanted to worship you.
It’s a risk you couldn't take.
So you pushed your hips against his hand. Back and forth. And when he didn’t take the hint, you gripped the hair at the back of his head. He swallowed back a groan as you whispered a command.
“Faster.”
He didn't need to be told twice, and his hand picked up the pace, his strokes coming faster, but his kisses were still gentle. Passionate. He kissed down a ways, towards your collarbone, just barely visible over the collar of the T-shirt you’re wearing. The chain of your dog tags was pinned between your skin and his lips for a moment, just as his fingers found just the right spot, and you couldn’t tell which action made you shiver more. You had to bite your lip, breathing hard through your nose as you felt the need building up in you.
“That’s it,” you murmured, your breath hot against his hair.
He was so caught up in what he’s doing he didn't realize you’d slid your own hand between his legs until it was pressing up against him, and then he exhaled against your skin. Your name left him in a quiet gasp, like he wanted to protest that you don’t need to do this for him.
But you did.
You needed it as much as he did.
And you believed in efficiency.
So the two of you set a quick pace against each other, hands sliding over warm flesh. His lips found yours again and his kiss was perhaps the softest thing you’ve ever experienced, even with the desperation behind it. Then that kiss traveled downwards again, and you shook your head.
“You’re greedy.”
“I know,” he answered, and pushed your pants down a few inches.
You couldn’t reach where you wanted from where he was now kneeling on the ground in front of you, and you got the feeling that was intentional. That he was set on making this all about you and only you.
He trailed kisses across your hip, then down, and your mouth hung open as his mouth found where you needed him most.
Oh god, his mouth.
His tongue.
He’d always been good with both, but this? You’d underestimated him that first night, and since then you’d been trying to recall the exact details of that moment when his mouth met your flesh. And now . . . the memories didn’t do it justice.
Your hand twisted in his hair, silently guiding him as you focused on not making a sound. Torn between needing this to be quick and wanting it to drag on forever.
Leon understood the urgency, though, and his hands joined in the effort, touching everywhere his mouth couldn’t go. He licked and kissed and your heart sped up until you were sure it was going to break through your ribs. You wanted to throw your head back, to enjoy it, but you kept your eyes downward, fixed on the outline of him kneeling in front of you. There wasn’t much of a moon that night. No silver beams to bathe Leon in a soft glow as he lavished you. But you knew he was there, and that was enough. He hummed around and against you as you pulled his hair, guiding him. Whispering praises to him so soft he might not even be able to hear them. He just kept going, his lips never leaving you, his hands caressing you so gently. So lovingly. Then he sucked your tender flesh into his mouth, and you were a goner.
Staggered breaths and a voiceless moan left you, and you pressed his head further between your legs as you reached your end. Some part of you knew that you should have been keeping a lookout. Paying attention to your surroundings. But all you could see, even in the black of night, was him.
“God, Leon,” you whispered at last, watching as he went on kissing you until it was over.
But you had to move fast.
So you hoisted him up carefully, hands on his arms, and pressed him against the wall again.
“My turn.”
It didn’t take long.
Your touches had already worked him up, and with whatever frustrations he’d felt following his talk with the Major, he came apart when you took him in your mouth again.
He managed to keep quiet again, but for the whispered moan he made of your name, and you felt it wash over you like a cool wave. Then, after a moment to collect yourselves, the two of you sat against the wall, side by side, staring out into the darkness.
“You wanna tell me what happened now?” You finally asked, and Leon’s head slumped forward.
“That would ruin the moment.”
That was a no, then.
Another moment of silence passed, and you knew that the two of you would have to go soon. That even being caught there together without your hands in each other’s pants wouldn’t look good.
And yet, the two of you lingered.
“Did you choose this?” Leon’s voice finally cut through the quiet, and you looked over at him. Your confusion didn’t last long before he elaborated. “STRATCOM. This training.”
There was more confusion, then. A question that brought more questions.
And then it brought a sense of horror because you realized all too soon what that question implied.
“Yeah,” you nodded. “I did.” They’d offered a chance at revenge, and you’d taken it.
Leon wasn’t the type to want revenge, though. That wasn’t why he was here.
“Did you?”
Leon was quiet for a moment, and you had your answer before he even spoke it. “No.”
You’d known. In so many ways, you’d always known. Hearing it, though, made you angry. Angry at the faceless, nameless people in power that had put Leon in the line of fire. The ones who looked at what had befallen your base, your friends, and hadn’t done enough in response. Not until Raccoon City. Not until Leon’s life and the lives of countless others had been ruined.
“But I’m here now,” Leon resolved, because he was strong. You knew it. He wouldn’t weep for what had been taken from him. He would press on.
“And you’re not alone.”
Your words were so quiet, you were almost afraid he wouldn’t hear them. But he turned towards you, then, and you knew he gave you a soft smile in the night.
“Neither are you.”
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A/N: Because they are everything.
Song choice for this chapter (and honestly for Sarge and Leon in general) is "De Selby Part 2" by Hozier, because these lads would do anything for each other, even if they won't admit it.
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fighting the urge to write smut about these mfs
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pretend you didn’t see this already if you did. (part two because i fucked up AGAIN )
in relation to the bimbo reader poll, (i should have done one day instead of a week for that) but it's happening now so... here's some options
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Honey, I’m just getting started
Note: it was requested by one of my friends. I hope you’ll enjoy it 😊;
Pair: Jack Krauser x F!Reader;
Plot: Krauser and the reader are long-lost lovers. After his accident, he left her because he was afraid of being a burden, only to reunite in the village during the events of RE4. The first thing they do is have sex lol.
Tags: smut;
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“Major Krauser…” a moan escaped through your lips as soon as Jack pinned you to a wall. He handled you in a brutal way, not because he wanted to cause you pain, but because it was just the result of all that suppressed sexual tension that’s been building since he first saw you. It’s safe to mention that you two had a thing going on while he was in the US army, but after his accident, he disappeared from your life. However, maybe it was fate or just a coincidence that you happened to meet him again during your mission. You heard rumors, but you didn't believe them until you saw him with your own eyes. The circumstances didn’t allow you two to talk, let alone touch, but he was a persistent guy who followed you from up close without your knowledge.
You were in Luis’ lab when you heard the door being opened. The slow and long creak of the door drew your attention. You pulled your gun from the hostler and aimed at the source of the noise, ready to pull the trigger at a familiar frame emerging from the dark.
“Ease up, baby doll.” Krauser spoke with his hands up. The light slowly illuminated his face, exposing his rough features. Still, he gave you butterflies just like the first day you met.
Of course, you didn’t have time to react, as he quickly walked towards you, pinning you to the wall as his hands began to explore your body. The height difference made you feel suffocated in that confined space, yet it was the first time you felt safe since you arrived in this village. Krauser yearned for your body, and that showed when you felt his hot breath at the crook of your neck. He didn’t know what to do first: kiss you, taste you, or bend you over and fuck your brains out. His hands were chaotic on your body too, yet he was very cautious and gentle. It’s been a long time, and despite having a hard time controlling his impulses, he doesn’t want to scare you. To show him that you want to continue, you tilted your head, giving him the space he desperately needed. Once he got a hint of your natural scent, he quickly pressed his soft lips on your skin, placing gentle kisses along your sore flesh. This made you gasp and grab his shoulder for support.
“Straight to the point.” You teased him, giggling at the ticklish sensation that his lisp caused.
“You know me, it’s what I do.” His kisses were a blessing for your bruised skin, and to make things more intimate, he began to lick and suck some spots until he’d get the desirable moan, the one that lets him know that you are ready for the next step.
“I missed you so much, Jack.” You said before that he pressed his lips over yours, kissing you so slowly as if he wanted the moment to last forever. He was shy at first, but when he got courage, his mouth began to conquer more and more of your lips, until the tip of his tongue began to lick them as another sign to ask for permission. The kiss became more and more passionate, bringing back good memories. You wrapped your hands around his neck, and he kept caressing your waist, until they began to slide lower and lower to your hips.
The deed became more and more intense, and because of your exhausted state, you took a small break. You stared into each other's eyes in that silence. It was like the whole village stopped to allow you this moment of peace. He was the same man you fell in love with, only this time he was more scarred as a direct result of the battles he had to endure, and of leaving the army.
“Why you didn’t say anything?” You spoke in a soft tone, not wanting to disturb the silence too much. You couldn’t help but scold him for leaving you.
“I didn’t want to become a burden.” You could see some of his confidence fading away.
"Nonsense, Major Krauser, you could never be a burden.”
He lowered his gaze as guilt overcame him, but you cupped his chin and made him look at you. He was so confident back when he pinned you to the wall and kissed you aggressively, so you wanted that back.
“Kiss me.” You said it with determination, almost like a command.
“Yes, y/n.”
You both resumed kissing. His confidence was slowly returning to him as his hands finally cupped your ass. The sensation of his big, calloused hands squeezing your cheeks was delightful, and as a result, it made you yearn for more and more of him. You squeezed his chest as well, knowing damn well he was a sucker for it. He kept whimpering as your hands grabbed his pectorals and his palms kept massaging his hardening nipples through the shirt.
“I want you, Major Krauser…”
"God, I love it when you call me like that.”
He guided you near a table. As long as you could feel his hands on your body, you didn’t care that the table was covered in dried blood or that it smelled weird. You bend over like the good girl you were, feeling Krauser’s big hand over your back urging you to bend over. He placed it on your upper back and lowered it as you hunched over.
Then he rubbed his crotch over your covered ass, feeling his erection poke out. It was a promising start, but you knew his potential, so you started to rub your
“Hmmm, god, I miss seeing you like this.” He said it with a growl.
He grabbed both your hips and began to rub himself too, as well as pressing his erection repeatedly over your cunt.
“Major Krauser, this brings back good memories…” you said. “But I want to feel more of you.”
You felt his thick fingers reaching to unbuckle your belt, and before you knew it, a cold breeze hit your bare cheeks. The shiver didn’t last long as Krauser warmed your skin with his big hands by squeezing your soft cheeks. While doing so, his crotch kept rubbing against your exposed cunt, resulting in some of your juice smearing across his pants.
“Stop teasing me, please…” you begged in a weak whimper.
"Patience, love, it’s been so long and I don’t know when I’ll see you again.” He said.
You were tempted to reply to his strange answer, but you were reduced to silence when you felt his thick digits enter your tight hole.
“Jack…” you gasped as the fingers were slowly sliding inside you. It was such a nice sensation to be filled by him again.
“You are so tight, my love…even tighter than I remember.”
“Yeah…I haven’t been with anyone since you left…”
This certainly stroked his ego as he pushed deeper inside you. You grabbed the edges of the small table and held on for dear life as you rested your head on the dry rot.
Krauser slid in and out slowly with only half the length of his fingers. They were long enough, and he wanted to give you time to get used to them. He would’ve gone so much faster from the moment he felt your warm hole, but he got to temper himself for your sake.
“Hmmm Jack…” you moaned his name as he stretched you. You spread your legs further and tried to lift up your ass so he would go deeper.
“Look at you, just like an animal in heat.” He growled, finding it harder and harder to control himself. “I bet you would want my cock now.”
"Yes, pleaseee-“ you yelped when Krauser inserted his fingers deep in one hard thrust and grabbed that table harder than before, almost breaking it.
“You are taking me well so far, maybe I’ll consider giving you something bigger.” He teased you while savoring the view of your cunt fully engulfing his digits.
“Please…” Your voice was breaking at this point, as his burst of sheer dominance was making you weak.
He wasn’t about to give it to you yet. Instead, he began to pick up the pace while his other hand was resting on your hip.
"Oh, my God, yes…” you cried as you felt your hole being warmed up for his cock. They slid in easier and easier as you kept getting wetter with every thrust. At one point, some of your juice began to drip down your thighs, but you couldn’t feel it because of Krauser’s ravaging motions.
“You like that don’t you?”
“Yes, yes, yes…Insert another one…”
“What was that?” A smirk appeared on his face. He heard your request loud and clear but decided to tease you about it.
"Jack… I need another finger, please…”
“Alright babydoll” His free hand went to massage your back as another digit joined the rest. It slid inside smoothly, causing you to let out a high-pitched moan. Some of the wood broke as you tightened your grip. The sensation sent shivers down your spine, as it felt too much. He made you feel so full with only three fingers. You shivered again in anticipation as you thought about the big prize.
“You take me so well, doll…”
"Jack, please,” you pleaded, making sure he heard you.
“Alright, I guess you deserve it.”
He removed his fingers, making you both grunt. However, you got excited once again when you heard his zipper being pulled down. His pants hit the floor with a loud noise, and you heard some wet noises from behind as if he were stroking himself.
“Don’t worry, I’m giving it all to you.” He said when he saw you trying to turn around without changing your position too much. You wanted to stay still and be ready for him.
A wave of pleasure pierced through your whole body when you felt the first inches of his cock being pushed inside. Being too weak to even grab the table, you let your upper body collapse on the surface. You held your hips up with the remaining strength you had.
His cock was thicker than his fingers, and so much longer. Good thing he stretched you first, otherwise, you wouldn’t be able to take him.
“Already tired? Honey, I’m just getting started.” He teased.
You were pleased to hear this, thus the wide smile appearing on your face. It’s been so long since you felt anyone inside you like this, and it meant a lot that this person who filled you now was Jack.
Krauser, on the other hand, felt all his self control slip from his grasp. The deeper he went, the more difficult it became to maintain his cool. He was barely halfway in when he felt the urge to bury his cock inside you and fuck you raw.
“Gotta control myself…” he said under his breath.
“What…?” You said so, vaguely hearing what he said.
“Nothing love.” He was past the halfway point, and he was slowly making his way to the base of his cock. He went slowly, painfully slowly for both of you.
“Babe…”
“Yes?”
“I don’t want you to hold back…�� you said after figuring out what he said early.
“Are you sure? I-I’m not the same as you remember…”
“I’m sure Jack…I trust you…please, I need this.” The last part came out in such a needy and weak way that it finally pushed Krauser to the edge. The grip from your hips tightened, and with one hard thrust, he buried himself inside you, where he stayed a few seconds before pulling out slowly, just to return with one hard thrust again.
“Yes, this is what I’m talking about…now go faster.” You said his cock was rubbing that sweet spot inside you.
"Yes, ma'am,” he happily picked up the pace, driving you over the edge.
Having Krauser rub that spot inside you in such a brutal way brought you closer and closer to your climax. Your moans increased in volume the closer you’d get, and your cunt would throb harder and harder. You were so excited to be fucked by him again that you completely ignored the burning sensation coming from your hips, as his fingers kept clenching with every thrust and turning your flesh red.
Krauser felt your contractions, driving him insane. It felt so good to have you twitch like that around his cock, so good that it almost made him cum before you. But, every time he’d feel that way, he’d slow down a bit so he could cool down, and when he felt that intense pressure fading a bit, he picked up the pace again. His ballsack was repeatedly slapping against your cunt, resulting in a room filled with wet noise, accompanied by your needy moans.
“Jack…”
He knew that you were close, and so was he. Krauser didn’t have any faith that he could stop the next urge for release, so he went as fast as he could, hoping you’d cum this time with him.
To his relief and joy, you came all over his cock with a loud and shaky moan. The final spasms of your walls made him cum in seconds, coating your interior with his white, hot sperm. He buried himself deep and release all o his load in a load grunt. You both shivered at the insanity of your orgasms.
Krauser was the first one to come down from the high clouds. You needed a few more minutes. You were so shaken and tired that you didn’t bother when he pulled out. You didn't have the energy to protest.
“Oh my,” he said suddenly, “look at all the mess I caused here. He said this as he noticed a mixture of his sperm and your juice dripping down your legs. “Someone has to clean this up.” And so, he kneeled in front of your tired cunt and began to lick the fluid. His wide tongue wiped your thighs very carefully and slowly, not only because he loved the salty taste but also because he wanted to clean you well.
“You don’t have to.” You said in a tired voice. It caught you by surprise when you felt his hot tongue on your sore cunt, which made you spasm a bit. The tip of his tongue went between your lips, and then around your whole body until you were clean enough. He ran his tongue a couple of times above your clit too, but seeing you flinch and close your legs, he stopped and wiped the rest with a tissue.
“It’s just like I remember.” He said that as he helped you dress up.
“Yeah, same, but I couldn’t notice that you got an upgrade.” Your eyes lowered to his now covered cock. He definitely gained a few extra inches there.
“It’s not the only upgrade I got.” He said as he pulled you closer for a tight embrace. He missed you deeply, and he never thought he’d see you again, let alone to fuck you. It feels like a good dream, so he has to touch you in order to make sure it’s all real.
“Hmm, I’m intrigued. Can you tell me more about the other upgrades?”
“Some other time.”
The two of you remained in complete silence, just enjoying each other’s company. Your mission would have to wait.
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I feel like Krauser would be so dry when texting anyone, he just gets to the point 💔
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I liked your loose ends with krauser, hoping that will have a continuation... if u don't mind ofc
i do not mind one bit, anon, trust me. this man lives rent free in my head anyway, they did him SO GOOD in the remake. i didn‘t intend to make him toxic but what can i say? i like em like that
loose ends pt ii
warning: slightest puppy play (jack calls reader dog), oral f receiving, slight dubcon(?) (you‘re literally kidnapped), overstimulation
You remembered your house, your couch. Your boyfriend that you thought was dead for almost half a year. You remembered falling asleep under him, remembered his voice speaking lowly about keeping you.
Your brows creased uncomfortably, eyes pinching tightly together. What did he mean?
You remembered bright lights and white walls but it flashed as fast as you could blink. Antiseptic was a ghost in your nose, burning sharply in your sinuses and coating the back of your tongue. There was something underneath. Something old, stale. Sometimes it smelled like gunpowder.
Why was Jack different?
There was a noise, loud and throbbing in your ears. You tried to roll over and stick your head under your pillow. But there was nothing. And this wasn’t your bed.
It was hard and solid and cold. It smelled different yet again - metallic and new.
Your fingers flexed and twitched as you came to your senses.
“You awake?“
Warm, baritone. Your chest tingled but you also flinched, unnerved that you weren‘t alone and didn‘t even know it. You wanted to curl up, suddenly cold. Crisp air blew across your bare arms, bare cheeks, bare feet. Your toes flexed.
“Thought you‘d be out cold until landing, princess.“
Your eyes cracked open. Your throat felt dry around his name. “Jack?“
A laugh. You turned around, seeing blurry shaped before you - mostly greys and whites. And a person.
The first thing to come into focus was Krauser, casually sitting on a cot across from you in full gear - knife strapped to his chest, tactical vest covering most of his torso and knee pads over his green cargo pants. His hand loosely held a pistol, the other worked a cloth across the metal barrel.
He was looking at you with sharp eyes and it almost distracted you from the fact that you two were in a helicopter, of all places, going god knows where. The deafening noise you woke up to were the rotor blades relentlessly spinning.
You felt nauseous for a moment. Not only because Jack hauled you into a helicopter without telling you where it went, not only because he clearly didn‘t expect you to wake up during the flight but because you didn‘t immediately fear for your life. After everything you still felt safe enough around Jack to not be up in arms the moment you woke up in a strange place with him.
You bit the flesh inside your cheek.
“Where is this going?“
Jack rested his elbows on his knees, still slowly wiping down his gun with practiced hand movements. “Does it matter? It‘s not like we‘re turning back anyway.“
You sat up, realizing that you were asleep on a cot mounted to the helicopter wall - the same one Jack sat on across from you. Your hands tightly held onto the edge. “Of course it matters! You‘re crazy for doing this.“
Jack looked at you from under his eyebrows, face blank and calculating. He put down the rag, tossing it onto the cot next to him into the rest of his cleaning kit.
“We‘re scoping out a village in spain. So how about you put that pretty little head down again because there is nothing you can do to turn his thing around.“
You swallowed around a lump in your throat, watching Jack straighten out and closing the cleaning kit case before stashing it into the bag between his feet.
That didn‘t sound horrible but Jack wasn‘t in the army anymore, not since he was taken out of active commission after his injury. Whatever mission he was on right now could have any objection and it left you uneasy.
You wrapped your arms around you, finally giving in to the cold wind fluttering around you. You shivered, teeth shattering as you exhaled through your mouth.
“You cold, sweetheart?“ You looked at Jack, watched him stand up at full height. He barely needed one step to close the distance between you two.
“I know just the thing for that. Let me warm you right up.“
You exhaled shakily as Jack sank to one knee in front of your cot, holding eye contact the whole way down. Two strong hands came down onto your thighs, sliding up into the soft juncture of your hips to urge your legs apart an inch.
Your hands dropped low, catching his wrists as if you had any considerable strength to stop him.
“Wait.“ Jack raised his eyebrows at you, hands resting on your body easily. He was waiting but he wasn‘t the most patient man. “You still owe me an explanation.“
Jack huffed, lazy grin playing at his lips. His hands crept across your hips, gripping you hard. “Do I really?“
“You really do. What- Jack!“ You almost yelped as big hands yanked at your hips, making your ass slide closer to the edge of the cot. You fell backwards onto your elbows with the sudden movement, all words lost.
Jack wasted no time tugging your bottoms down your thighs and you gasped high and sharp as the wind brushed over your newly exposed skin. Gooseflesh made your skin prickle up and Jack immediately placed his warm palms on the tops of your thighs, kneading the flesh.
He was just touching, just petting over your skin but you twitched ever so slightly with every firm squeeze he gave you, squirming in your place on the cot.
Jack wasn‘t a lover who went slow and soft, never was. It left you standing on your tippy toes in anticipation, your thigh muscles taunt and flexed under his hands.
“Relax for me, yeah? We got a whole lot of time.“
You pressed your lips into a firm line. Easy for him to say.
But he looked so good, so like your boyfriend as he knelt between your legs, large hands holding your thighs.
You breathed out a sigh as those fingers inched into the inside of your thighs, pushing them apart to settle closer to his naked price. But instead of aiming for the target, Jack tilted his head to press warm lips into the inside of your right thigh, breathing you in. Your legs fell open further and you felt Jack‘s lips quirk up into a smile. His mouth parted, teeth sinking into your flesh just enough to hurt.
You yelped and twitched, legs unable to close with rough hands holding them open. Jack mouthed at the imprint of teeth, watching you intently the whole time. When he bit down again right next to the tender spot, you sounded more airy, holding yourself up on one elbow as your other hand slid into his short hair. You tugged, an honest to god bodily reaction to Jack‘s teasing. You didn‘t realize until he made a sound deep in his chest, something like a rumbled protest. His mouth left you.
“Trying to set the pace now? That‘s cute.“
Your bottom lips jutted out, hand uncurling around his strands but still resting on his head. “Don‘t tease me.“ He looked amused, thumbs pressing firm circles in the flesh of your thigh. “Please, Jack?“ You sounded soft, almost thought that Jack didn‘t hear you over the steady noise of the rotor blades.
“Good manners, that‘s how I like it.“
You held your breath as Jack finally leaned in and ghosted his hot breath over your pussy. His hands followed, resting in the sensitive spot where your hips and thighs met.
Finally, his tongue pressed flat against your folds, making you shiver and sigh. He glanced up all while licking a broad strip across your sex, tongue catching on your clit on his way up. You whined, hips chasing his mouth as he pulled back from the first lick. He laughed, one arm laying across your stomach to hold your hips down.
This time he moved back in with purpose now that he had you how he liked you - under his mercy.
His mouth closed around your clit, sucking just enough to make you breathe out his name with need. His tongue flicked over your most sensitive spot. You felt the texture of his scars on your skin but only had half a mind to focus on that. Your eyes screwed up tight but you were sure he was still watching from down there. He always liked watching you, picking apart your reactions to most efficiently give you all the pleasure you could take, sometimes even to distract you from how rough he got with your body when he really wanted to let go and take you.
You cried out in surprise, feeling a thick finger rub through your folds, gathering up slick and pushing in three knuckles deep. The stretch from nothing to just one finger was enough to cause a slight sting but the discomfort got muddled up by Jack sucking and licking your clit. It was almost too much but a second finger soon followed, pressing into your pussy and forcing your walls apart.
“Oh God.. Jack-“ You choked on a moan. His chuckle sent vibrations straight through your pussy and up your spine. You desperately tried to grind against his tongue, his fingers but his arm held you down like steel shackles.
You pressed out sweet little “ah, ah, ah“s with every thrust of his fingers, constantly hitting as deep as they could while the constant stimulation on your clit started to burn with the promise of an orgasm. Your fingers flexed in his hair, frustrated and so desperate to get more, get closer, finally cum on his face.
You moaned, pulling his hair shamelessly. It seemed to catch him off guard, actually burying his face between your legs that much closer, teeth scraping your hypersensitive skin.
Jack grunted, sucking your clit once more before moving his head back and leaving you whining for more.
“Wha-?“ You looked at him, unfocused and confused with the same harsh grip on his hair.
“Change of pace, baby.“ Jack sounded slightly winded, flush spreading just across the tips of his ears. His pupils were blown with lust, chin shiny with spit and your slick. He even pulled out his fingers, holding them up for both of you to see. Jack spread them apart, watching your juices stretch between his digits, running down his hand. You moaned softy at the sight.
“You like that? Seeing how good I can fuck you with just two fingers?“
You nodded, thighs shaking slightly as you were so transfixed on Jack‘s hand until he moved them back between your legs. “You‘re not a dog, are you? Use your words.“ A twinge of arousal caught a breath in your throat at his words and you shamefully hoped Jack didn‘t notice. Two soaked fingertips circled around your clit, deliberately missing where you need him the most. His face inched back down, breath fanning over your slicked hole.
“Y-Yeah. I like it…“
“Mmh. Put those legs on my shoulders, baby.“ You complied, albeit not without effort as your legs felt like jelly and moved just the same.
Jack seemed pleased enough, tongue tracing the rim of your pussy while his fingers finally swiped over your clit, smearing your own juices over the spit he already left there. His arm finally freed your hips in favor of having his other hand join his tongue, spreading your pussy with one thumb to work his tongue into your twitching heat. His lips closed around your sex, fingers now working in a slow rhythm on your clit.
His cheeks hollowed, sucking firmly on your folds while his tongue licked across every inch it could reach. He was groaning into your pussy, no doubt straining against his pants painfully.
The thought made you grind against his mouth. “Gonna- Please, make me cum. Ah, please-“
You were slurring words of nonsense, head thrown back and Jack never even slowed down on your pussy, eating you out like it gave him more pleasure than you. Your stomach felt tight, thighs squeezing his head like a wrench but it did little to stop him.
Your orgasm hit you like a boulder in the chest, hot tears running down your cheek as you sobbed and twitched, legs almost falling off his large frame. But Jack didn‘t care although he clearly noticed your walls constricting wildly from too much stimulation as he tongue fucked you through it.
“Too much! Ahh, I can‘t anymore…“
Your elbows gave out under you, sending you harshly on your back while Jack simply pulled your hips closer, holding them with both hands so his face could bury itself into your pussy, nose bumping into your clit. Every touch against it felt white hot and made you cry but Jack was merciless, not stopping until you wailed and slurred out strings of his name mixed with pathetic “please“.
He finally pulled back, letting your legs fall off his shoulders bonelessly. His hand stroked softly across the tops of your thighs, up your hip bones and across your stomach underneath your shirt. His touch felt electric after such an intense orgasm and you struggled to open your eyes.
He wiped his mouth on the back of one hand, grinning down at you.
“So you liked when I called you my dog, huh?“
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Yandere-sub!Krauser X Fem!Agent!Reader🔪🌶️
𝗜𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗽𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝗽𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 (𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻) 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 (𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗱𝗱𝗮𝗺𝗺𝗶𝘁-). 𝗛𝗼𝘄𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗺𝘆, 𝗞𝗿𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿, 𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵~👀😳
▌│█║▌║▌║ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ║▌║▌║█│▌
Fucking great, Ashley was taken away once again. You just can't catch a break even for two fucking minutes. You were in some kind of cave or military hideout. After scavenging for ammo, herbs, and repairing your knives you were relieved for your inventory to be full and ready to go. You adjusted everything and when you turn around you were suddenly grabbed by the collar and shoved across the floor. "URGH!!" You land on your back, confused, but immediately get up and take your knife out putting yourself in position
No one. Just vanished in thin air, yet you didn't trust it, someone or something was there with you. You held your breathe attempting to hear your surroundings for any movement. That's when you turn around and see Krauser towering above you,"Krauser-ACK!!" He grabs your neck and slams you on the floor. He squeezes-choking your neck as you cut his chest. He hisses and backs up seeing the cut slashed across his chest. "Haven't lost your touch." He said
"The hell you doing here, Krauser?" You asked as you stand get in your stance,"Just going after what I want." He walks around you as you shift your body facing him,"What, Ashley? Where is she!?" He scoffs and twirls his knife with his finger,"No, not her. You." You raise a brow,"What?" He stops and faces you,"That Leon has been such a pain in the ass always tagging your tail even when he doesn't deserve you." You were dumbfounded as you stand up straight,"What are you talking about?"
"Seems like I said too much. Die, comrade!" He charges at you as you jump roll away from him. "Not so fast!" He threw a random barrel in which you shove it away, but alas he lunges at you pinning you to the ground. "Ergh, what do you want from me!? And what of Leon?" Krauser had his elbow placed on your chest as the knife was pointing to your face. He just stares at you, chest heaving, predicting something. "Goddammit! I can't. I can't continue on with this cult bullshit." Still confused you try to budge him off, but didn't work. He is in between your legs, so kicking him in the nuts wouldn't be successful. You were just in a vulnerable position
That's when the unexpected happened he threw his knife across the floor, sits up, and quickly rips his shirt off. You crawl back, but he grabs your ankle reels you back in and you were going to kick him in the face, yet he caught it and just dragged you. "LET ME GO!! STOP!!!" Next thing you know he's got you close to the rails and whatever material he had left of his shirt used it to tie around it with one of your wrists,"You bastard!"
"Let it out." He suggested. That's when he unbuckles his belt. Your eyes widen realizing what he is doing. Unzipping and unbuttoning his pants reveals his hard cock springing out. "It's not fair for that bastard to taste you, touch you, smell you..." Your hearts beats loud you can hear it and feel it pounding from your ears. "Krauser, I-I don't-" He smashes his lips to yours, cutting you off, you let out a muffled growl, and try to move your face away to stop him from kissing you. Instead he would follow your head moving side to side to keep kissing you, so you bit his bottom lip hard
He reacted in pain and backs up away touching his lip as it drew blood. You expected him to get pissed, but you didn't care...he just stare at you, smirking. Now you care. You were about to sit up, yet he pulls you down,"Krauser just fuck off! Get away, you sick son of a bitch!!" He kept fighting back no matter how much you resist and he successfully pulls your shirt and bra up revealing your boobs. "Fuck, no wonder Leon is always having the privileges~" Your cheeks went hot, flustered, from embarrassment. You shake your head and tug on your tied wrist hard, but it made it worse. With the other hand you reach to rip it off
"NO!!" He grabs your free hand and pins it down. With his other hand he pulls down your pants and underwear revealing your cunt. "Please, let me make you feel good-amazing! More better than, Leon. I want you to think of me only, please!" What the hell is he on about Now with your boobs exposed, the cool air making your nipples hard, and now your pussy out in the open. You try your best to cross your legs and he was trying to make you open them. But, you noticed his eyes would shift to his natural color and red
"Come on, honey. I want to see it and touch. Let me~" You were moving your legs side to side, so he just ended up going to one of your tiddies and suck on the hard nipple hard. Really hard that it pops out of his mouth making you moan out loud. It caught you off guard that your legs relaxed and he ends up putting his hand down there. "Krauder, n-no, ahh~" He sucks on the nipple, humming, and rolling his tongue around it. It felt good, but he want it to be amazing
"Tell me you want me....please, (Y/N) tell me!" He said in despair. You bit your tongue to resist your moaning and try not to react. Krauser realizes this as he looks up at you, worried, so he sucks his fingers and quickly shoves it inside you. "Grrgh!!" You growled and continue to hold back your moans. "Why are you holding back?! Stop it! I need you to moan!! Moan that I'm doing something right. PLEASE!!" You shake your head and he forces his finger to go faster. You let out a gasp and squeal as your legs would move in such sensual movement
"Ahhh, K-Krauser, fuck! So fast, oohh~" You start to pant as Krauser kept going as the sounds of your pussy was making wet slushy sounds causing his cock to twitch, getting turned on,"What a goddess." He whispered and you started to moan more quick paced, like sharp panting,"Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh my god I'm gonna cum!!" You screamed as he picks up your legs up and pushes his fingers back again going fast like he did before. The wave of your orgasm hits you as you let out, well, almost a pornographic scream. Krauser would go down and let your juices splash inside his mouth, dripping down his chin, and soaking his face. Lowkey he came just by the sounds of your moans and screams alone as his cum drips down on the ground
You legs trembled still being pinned up as Krauser shoves his face in to your cunt and lick on your slit, kissing around it, and sucks on the clit. You mewl from being sensitive,"Is that the only reason, hah, you wanted me? Just to fuck with me?" You said irritatingly. Krauser let your legs down,"NO! I want to be the one you can use. I can be anything. I only want is for you to stop being around Leon."
"You want my approval? For you to be a toy like Leon? Hah, you men are so predictable." Krauser towers above you,"Then I must've not convinced you enough then." You panicked a little not knowing what he will do next, so he grabs your knife that was some feet away and cuts the restraint from your wrist. He twist the knife around, the handle facing you,"I want you to threaten me. Use that knife on me." This is going to be interesting~
▌│█║▌║▌║ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ║▌║▌║█│▌
𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴! 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁. 𝗠𝘆 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗦𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹~🖤🫣
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Leon and Krauser encounters some... interesting plants
C.W. Plant monster, plant fucking, plant sex, plant tentacles, rape/non con, overstimulation, mind break, prostate milking, lactation kink, nipple licking, breeding, wet and messy, aphrodisiac, aftercare
This chapter is kind of a Krauser x Leon ship (I say 'kind of' because they only talk a bit with some sexual tension)
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“Let– Let go of me!”
It was supposed to be a simple mission for Leon S. Kennedy.
Yet, such a simple one could go so wrong for him.
His simple job: Taking care of a mutated plant in Mixcóatl, one where it is situated within the Amazon rainforest. While Operation Javier is still in the works, these small requests needed to be taken care of in order to commence the mission.
To Leon, the mission felt like a breeze before he could even get it started, with Jack Krauser, aka Silverdax by his side, who is an experienced USSOCOM soldier.
While the duo were tracking down in the depths of the Amazon rainforest, they finally found what they were looking for to exterminate.
“What the fuck…”
The muscle in Leon’s jaw tenses as he stares at the surreal sight before him. In front of them is a colossal plant with sinuous tentacle-like appendages that stretch towards the sky. Leon grabs the knife that's strapped to his thigh, holding it up in an offence pose.
Next to him, Jack Krauser couldn’t help but admire the immense moving plant in awe, his lips pinch together in a hard line. The gears on his mind are already moving, thinking about how much potential the virus could benefit those who could control them, to mutate and evolve on the hosts’ own will. Each slimy vines undulates with a rhythmic motion, as if they are orchestrating a mesmerising dance.
As Leon observes the colossal plant, he notices that the plant’s base was a tangle of thick, intertwined vines that anchored it firmly to the ground. The verdant leaves would adorn the tentacles, making it easier to camouflage deep in the rainforest. Giant petals unfurled and retracted into some sort of a rhythmic pattern, and the air around it was filled with a sweet fragrance, something that made his body titillate.
While Krauser remains rooted to the spot, being caught in a mix of awe and trepidation of the giant, moving plant, Leon strikes it up first.
Being armed and ready for this fight, he tightens his grip on his knife, determined etched across his face. The air was charged with an eerie energy, and the giant plant's sinuous limbs rustled with an unsettling life of their own.
As Leon runs towards the plant, the vines sprang to life with unexpected agility, rustling the trees within the area, and breaking apart the ground bit by bit. While Leon dodged its attacks and managed to slice up some of the vines, eventually breaking its offences, more and more tendrils surged forward from the cracked ground. As one of them manages to leave a small scar on Leon’s cheek, he could feel a tingly burn from it. With that one second of distraction, one of the vines sprays some unknown liquid on his body.
Astounded, Leon ignores it and moves on, but his body immediately falls to the ground, his face touching the soil. With a heave, Leon grips his chest, feeling a strange sensation flooding his body and mind.
Caught off guard, Leon could feel an instant restriction of movement as the plant’s tendrils tightened around his legs and arms, rendering him partially immobile. Leon tries to move, panic and frustration flickered in his eyes, attempting to break free by cutting the vines off with his knife. Unfortunately, a vine surges forward with speed and immediately knocks off Leon’s wrist, making the knife fall to the ground, his weapon out of reach.
The plant's movements were methodical, as if it had anticipated Leon’s offensive and had cleverly thwarted his intentions.
“Hey! Help me out here, won’t you?!” Leon yells, still thrashing and struggling from the vines. Meanwhile, Krauser could only stare at this one particular vine, one that slowly wraps his arm. Not too rough nor too gentle, almost like the plant was trying to communicate with him.
After a while, Krauser turns to Leon, an icy stare boring into him...
#ao3 fanfic#ao3fic#leon smut#re4 leon#leon s kennedy#leon kennedy#jack krauser#re4 krauser#resident evil krauser#krauser x leon#leon x krauser#resident evil smut#resident evil fanfiction#resident evil#krauser smut#tentacles#overstim kink#lactating kink#breeding k1nk#aphrodisiac#aftercare#overstim
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