#krauser x reader
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𝙸𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚋?
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definitely has a choking and a size kink.
Is into BDSM. Has a red room, which he shares with you.
He loves when you are needy for his touch or for his cock. He likes to tease you before giving you what you want.
Office sex is on a daily basis since he is busy all the time and barely home. He’ll hold your ass up while he slams inside you repeatedly, filling you over and over until you feel like exploding.
He also has a breeding kink. For him, you’re a superior human being just like him, and he intends to continue his bloodline with a worthy partner like you.
Speaking of which, he is very open about his kinks and expects the same from you.
He loves when you're under him, all needy and whiny, with tears falling down your cheeks as you scream his name and beg for more.
He can be rough, but only if you want him to be. He is aware of his strength and doesn’t want to hurt you.
He likes to see your pretty face and the many grimaces you make as he pleasures you.
He loves to see your eyes rolling and your mouth wide open.
Something tells me he is a sub.
has a size kink and a phone sex one (because he is gone on missions for months, and when he misses you, he just calls you for that naughty time).
likes it when you talk dirty to him.
He is also into roleplay.
This guy tried to be dom for once and ended up using the safe word for himself because he was afraid of hurting you.
He is not into very kinky stuff, but he won't say no if you want to try something bold. Just give him a heads-up.
loves to please his mistress. He doesn't mind if you mark or scratch him.
loves to be called "captain."
Likes to go down on you. There’s something that turns him on whenever you moan his name or when your fingers are tangled between his hairs.
He loves when you come all over his face and smear his beard and chin with your juice.
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It depends on his mood,e honest. tbh
Likes the doctor/patient roleplay and has no shame in using the labs from his work.
You two definately fucked after getting rid of the las plagas. It's ironic that you moan on the very same chair you used to scream in pain.
He loves to have you on top, regardless of whether he’s a dom or a sub.
You keep tracing the scar on his chest with your fingers whenever you see it because you think it looks very sexy on him. It also turns you on.
He loves to give oral sex. He'll bury his face between your legs every time he gets the chance. He’ll eat you out on every surface possible and in every pose. Desk, operator table, bed, kitchen counter, everywhere
He loves when you order him around.
"Does my pretty mistress require my services?"
You can't work together because you'll end up fucking.
It's the pretty boyfriend that spits in your mouth.
Very possesive. If he sees someone flirting with you, he'll make sure to remind you to whom you belong.
dom
This man has no shame when it comes to marking you. He’ll leave hickeys in visible spots (neck, shoulder) and in hidden ones (waist, thigh, and ass, which is his favorite spot to mark).
Has a roleplay kink too. His favorite scenarios are either government agent/rescued civilian or government agent/secret spy (for obvious reasons).
You’re definitely fucking in his office from the White House. You’ve been bent over that desk more than over your own bed.
Likes to go deep, so deep that it hits your cervix.
While you’re bent over, he’ll pull you by your hair and bring you closer to his face. He’ll whisper dirty things to you, which will only turn you on more.
Leon loves when you blow on him, and moreover, he loves the sight of his cock slowly disappearing into your mouth. You’ll pull some sinful moans and whimpers out of him.
Likes to be called "Mister Kennedy."
Has a hair-pulling kink.
If not bent over his desk, he likes to have you on top of him. He’ll praise you for the beautiful work you’re doing. With hands on your thighs, he’ll guide your body as you ride him.
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He has a punny mouth, and you'll have to punish him a lot. He doesn't mind, though, and sometimes he does it on purpose.
He'll have you sitting on his face for breakfast, dinner, and lunch.
He is extremely possessive, so when you come home, he'll make sure to remind you that you belong to him and him only.
Has moments when he talks very dirty and moments when you are his "princess."
"Oh, look at you, such a slut for my cock. You want Daddy inside you that bad, huh?"/ "Oh princess, you don't have to beg; I'm right here for your needs."
He will definitely slap your ass and will be very satisfied to see a red mark in the shape of his hand appear on your flesh.
It fucks you deep, so deep that your body goes numb and your toes curl.
He loves when you use him for your own pleasure.
Loves to make a mess, especially over your chest.
Is into roleplay
Can be very sweet, and aftercare is a must. He'll wash up the mess he made and massage your sore body.
dom
Has a knife and a size kink
Will pull out his knife and run the blade across your body. You’ll feel the cold blade running from your neck, between your breasts, or on your inner thighs. He’ll chuckle deviously while you squirm under his touch.
Likes to fuck you with his fingers. He loves to see how his fingers slowly disappear into your tight cunt. They’re thick, and you can barely take two of them.
He is a strong guy, and he enjoys pinning you down and pushing that cock inside you. Wall sex is among his favorites.
has a major praise kink. The slightest praise will get him over the edge, and he'll start thrusting like an animal inside you. He'll also become very vocal and demand that you keep praising him.
He loves when you struggle to take him.
He isn't that much into bondaje, but he won't say no if you ask him nicely.
He'll bite you and won't care if he marks you. He knows that you enjoy it, though.
"Just look how this little cunt of yours clench around me whenever I bite you. How interesting..."
dom
Will use his metal-bending powers in bed to make handcuffs or bend the metal frame to hold your hands.
Has a bondage kink, obviously. Likes to tie you up and show how helpless you are in his touch.
He also loves to tease you until you beg him with tears in your eyes to let you orgasm.
He loves when you get so desperate for his attention that you basically beg him to fuck you.
He loves when you climb on his lap while he works and then start to rub your cunt over his bulge.
"You'll have to work harder for that kitten."
Oh, this bitch
He loves when you give him a hug while he is at the desk. He'll occasionally stop his work to grab your hair and buckle his hips to fuck your pretty mouth.
He can be sweet, although that happens very rarely.
He loves when you make yourself pretty for him; he goes feral when he sees you in lingerie.
sub
He loves when you’re in control of him and tell him what to do.
When you give attention to his neck, he turns into a needy, whimpering mess.
Doesn’t mind if you mark him.
He plays it tough at first, but all that tough guy act disappears when you take him in your mouth.
Likes to be spanked and cuffed.
He loves when you mark him because he wants people to see that he belongs to you.
He can't get enough of your touch; he is addicted.
He can get clingy at times, but you don't mind. He is like a little puppy.
Definitely walked him with a leash around the house at some point.
Loves to give you oral. You'll find him crawling between your legs while you do your tasks, and he won't leave until you orgasm.
He loves when you pull his hair, and you'll hear or feel him moaning the harder you pull.
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you know i'm cocky
18+ only, please!!
wc: 2.9k
warnings: combat, period sex, oral sex (reader receiving), blood kink, mild degradation, begging, multiple orgasms
Naturally, it had to happen on a combat day. You’d never had great luck, so it shouldn’t be surprising, but it still blows. As the Major has all of you engaging in paired sparring, you’re hoping for once that his eyes avoid you, because you’re about to slam face-first into the ground for the second time today. The hand of your opponent is merciless, tangled in your hair as you’re pinned down. Unpleasant blood streams from your nose on impact and you swallow back a groan.
Sure, the bloody nose felt like shit, but didn’t compare to the agonizing pain in your abdomen. Part of you wants to lay right here, the feeling of laying belly-flat a nicer one than tensed, ready to strike or dodge, but a signature thick boot enters your vision and dread washes over you, clearing your head instantly.
“Real slow today, rookie,” Major Krauser’s voice drones on above you. He moves closer, nudging your forehead and slithering his shoe under your head until the toe of his boot raises you up by your chin. His red beret casts a shadow over his face, shrouding his hard disapproval in an even more intimidating light. “You trying to show your bunkmates how to get their asses kicked?”
You don’t want to dignify that with a reply, but he cocks his head and you feel the boot under you press harder to your throat.
“No, major,” you say.
He lets up and you get to your feet, resisting running your hands down your uniform to rid yourself of the gravel now clinging to it. You stand straight, watching him watch you.
He’s squinting, but he doesn’t say what’s on his mind. Just takes a step back and nods to the one who’d taken you down. “Again.”
Fuck’s sake. You get into position, protecting your oversensitive abdomen with your arms locked in front of it. As they strike, you dodge and then manage a kick to the side that sends them flying. The mere effort of lifting your leg that high sends a powerful sting through your thighs up to your lower spine. You bite the inside of your cheek, watching your opponent approach you again. Krauser’s arms are crossed, watching the both of you circle each other like prey.
“Don’t hesitate,” he barks after you’ve taken a second too long. “You think you have this much time out there? I could have knocked the two of you out cold by now. Go.”
If only to get it over with, you take the shortcut of running directly at them, but before you can get in the strike to the shoulder like you’ve been planning— you’re grabbed and turned, effectively caught by your own momentum. An arm winds around your neck and the following lack of oxygen comes as a relief.
“That’s three,” Krauser says, walking into your line of vision. He nods at your partner and the pressure on your trachea disappears.
You stare, hating the scrutiny but more so needing this to end so you can have the small pleasure of laying down for a moment.
“Everyone’s dismissed,” he announces, eyes not breaking contact with yours. “Take today as a lesson: don’t make the same mistakes as your fellow recruits. I don’t repeat myself.”
As all of you turn to leave, he makes a tch noise under his breath, suddenly awfully close to you. The hair on the back of your neck rises.
“Not you,” he says. “You’re coming with me.”
The two of you end up in his bunk— much larger than the ones you shared, and most obviously, only housing him— and he seats himself behind his desk. Only after a gesture for you to join him, you take the remaining chair. One fist comes up on the wood and another follows. Your eyes trace the fall as his shoulders relax for likely the first time in hours. But you’re taken out of your idle admiration when he speaks again.
“Either you tell me what’s going on with you,” he starts. “Why one of my most proficient couldn’t even get in one win, or I will have it so you practice all night so that never happens again on my watch.” His eyes bare into yours and you swallow thickly. Of course the answer’s stupid. He’s going to tell you to suck it up and deal like everyone else. You’re hardly the first here to be on your period.
Residual adrenaline swirls around your stomach and you breathe out through your nose. “It’s nothing.”
He stands again, rounds the desk, and hovers over you. “Don’t lie to me,” Krauser hisses sharply. “You’ve never been that unfocused, rookie. That could get you killed. I don’t prepare you for your grave— I train you to thrive.” He leans further into your space. “So, one more time— what made it so that all you did today was trip over yourself and fuck up?”
You mumble an answer.
Krauser frowns, both arms caging you in the chair. “You can handle a knife but you can’t speak with confidence?”
You say it again, louder and not without your ears heating up, part embarrassment and part fury at being singled out like this. You’re sure this doesn’t happen with your teammates, but the very second you get sloppy, the Major’s ready for some intervention.
The answer makes a slow smile curl across his lips. “Oh,” he says, voice having dropped. A low heat simmers in your gut as he moves down to his knees, arms still keeping you trapped where you sat. “And you thought best to hide that from me?”
Unsure of what to do here, you nod.
“You should know by now that when you’re here, taking orders, training, I own you. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Major,” you reply.
He nods. “Good.” His arms move suddenly, hands tight around your ankles. Before you can compute what he’s about to do, you feel your shoelaces being untied. Sudden humor overtakes you at the situation as soon as it becomes clear— he thinks he can watch you get tossed around, degrade you for it, and then have you pliant just because you’re in pain? You laugh.
Krauser stops, raising a brow. “Is something funny?”
You suppress a smile. Yeah, something’s fucking hilarious. “No disrespect intended, Major, but do you think this is how that’s going to go?”
He narrows his eyes, opens his mouth—
“—No,” you say, voice entering sickly sweet territory. “If you want to have me after enjoying the sight of me getting kicked into the ground, you don’t get it easy.” As you speak, you carefully watch his pupils dilate. “And I don’t think you want it easy, either.”
The power shift is delicious. Perfect, even. He’s already on his knees, so it makes it wonderfully easy for you to squeeze your leg between his, boot finding exactly what you knew would be there. At the press to his clothed erection, his eyes flutter beautifully, but he doesn’t move or make a sound.
“Have you ever been told no in your life?” You ask.
Krauser grits his teeth. “You don’t know anything about me, rookie.”
You shrug, playing at nonchalance even though this is a decent bit off putting. You’d only seen this man at his most authoritative, but having him like this…? Fuck, you’d never considered the possibility.
“I know how badly you want this. Already hard at the fucking mention of my period.” You deliver a soft kick between his legs and he grunts, an endearing flush hardly visible on his cheekbones. That’s a first. You had no idea your Major could blush so pretty. And, well, you imagine he didn’t go flaunting that either.
In a moment of boldness, you divest him of his hat and with your free hand, go for the zipper on your pants. His eyes follow as you tug it down and then force your underwear out of the way. The smell of copper permeates in the air as your bloodstained undergarments move to accommodate your hand. Underneath, you’re already wet, and the first touch to your clit makes you pull in a harsh sigh. Between your legs, Krauser shifts. You smile at him, moving your pointer in a leisurely circle as you talk.
“You thought you’d get to pin me down and have me? That I’d go and beg for you?” You slip your finger inside yourself, gasping softly. “Sure, you can ask me to jump out there and I’ll ask how high, but if you want this, you don’t get to demand it. Do you hear me?”
Krauser nods, and you smile.
“Anybody ever tell you you’re easy?”
A dry laugh escapes him. “Once or twice.”
You pump your finger faster and your back arches off the chair. He leans closer before you realize and lift up a socked foot to plant on his shoulder, keeping him still. A thin sound of frustration comes out of his mouth, but the Major doesn’t protest.
As a reward, you remove your finger and offer it. “You want a taste?”
His lips wrap around you and suck, tongue cleaning the blood and wetness from your finger like he was fucking made to do it. You keep your finger extended, curious as to how long he’ll go on like this. The answer becomes clear when his tongue curls around your knuckle, content to taste the sweat and tang of your skin.
“Hmm.” You remove the digit from his mouth and watch his features set in disappointment. “How about you lay down for me?”
Krauser rises to his feet, hands on his belt. “This was supposed to be for you. I don’t do this, often,” he manages.
“What?” You step out of your pants and underwear, piled on his floor. “Sleep with your subordinates?”
He removes his as well and you drink in the sight of the small wet spot on his briefs. “I don’t make a habit of it.”
Unable to resist temptation, you walk over and grip him through the fabric, feeling the warmth and girth in your hand. Krauser huffs, inhaling as you flick your thumb over the wet patch. “Don’t worry,” you say, pressing a small kiss to his neck. Even you’re not gusty enough as to kiss him. “We’ll keep it between us. One time thing. And I won’t tell anybody how you went down for me like a felled tree.”
His hands find your hips, gripping hard enough to leave bruises, and his tongue is forcing its way between your lips, teeth clashing with your own. Krauser kisses like he fights— fast, hard, with no room to get a breath in. It’s fucking great. You meet him with shocked reciprocation, a hesitant hand on the back of his head, buried in the light blond hair he kept hidden. After an experimental pull, he gasps into your mouth. Your victorious smile doesn’t last long as he gets his fingers on you, swirling pleasantly around your clit a handful of times before two slip inside you. It’s a stretch as his hands are bigger than yours by a lot, but it’s good. You stifle a moan, biting into his lip instead.
Krauser pulls back, a strand of hair falling onto his forehead and very telling tooth marks standing out on the side of his lower lip. “Still got blood on your face from earlier, rookie.”
“I’m sure we’ll match by the time we’re done here,” you return easily, delighting in the way his eyes darken.
He sits on the edge of his bed and watches you follow, settling on his lap and nudging him until he’s lying flat. You move easily, now straddling his face. A growl emits from under you as you reach to part your lips. “You thought about this as soon as I told you, didn’t you? You need my blood all over you.”
“Shut up.” But his voice is strained, and one glance over your shoulder shows you how hard he is.
“Try again,” you whisper, fingers inside yourself again, setting a fast pace that you chase with small thrusts of your hips in the thick air between your thighs and his lips.
Krauser exhales. “Sit on my face.”
“No.”
“That’s an order,” he affirms.
Ignoring him, you take out your fingers and smear them across his face instead. His tongue swipes out to catch a drop, anything, but it comes out a mess across his cheeks and chin, nothing having made it into his mouth. He looks good, hot, marked by you.
“So handsome like this. Beg for me. I’ll consider it if you beg,” you tempt him, leaning down to grind yourself against one of his thighs. You can feel his cock twitch.
Krauser tilts his head back with a guttural, ultimately enraged sigh. “I could flip you off me and fuck you senseless,” he says sharply. “You’re not even trying to restrain me.”
You save that thought for later. “Are you telling me you want to be restrained? I didn’t bother because you were all too happy to slut yourself out for me like this, Jack.”
The words and use of his name make him jolt, and you watch as his eyes grow rounded, hands twitching by his sides. You resist kissing the scar on his lip and keep grinding onto the muscular thigh beneath you, breath jumping as he flexes it.
And then you hear—
“Please.”
You wait.
Krauser mutters your name in a cadence you’ve never heard before— it’s desperate. You look over your shoulder and see how much he’s dripping. And, in an instant, you realize how much you fucking want to give it to him, so you do— rocking your hips forward onto his face and burying his resounding groan between your thighs.
His tongue laps at you quickly, exploring between your folds. Vibrations resonate underneath you as he moans at the taste. You muffle your own high noises with a fist if only to hear how much he’s fucking loving this. The feeling of his tongue moving inside you makes you double over, arms catching yourself as your thighs tremble around his head. A self-conscious minute passes and you lift off, mouth opening to check on him. You didn’t want to suffocate him, imagine that.
The sound he makes is something you’d call pathetic if you had a death wish. You coo softly and he whimpers again.
“Please, ‘don’t need to breathe,” he murmurs, hands forcing you back onto his face. A thin, reedy moan leaves you and you make a fist in the sheets. Now that you know he’s perfectly fine, you ride his face without abandon, savoring the throaty noise you get from doing so.
He noisily licks and sucks at your clit. Your other hand makes a fist in his hair, a hiss leaving as the feeling quickly grows intense. You’re close, so close.
“Oh, fuck.” You reflexively try to lift off but he tugs you down. A barely discernible word hits your ear— now. You meet his eyes, and a challenge reflects inside them. His tongue finds your entrance again, and a finger presses hard on your clit.
Your orgasm hits like a fist, bolting through you and making hot lava of your muscles. The already fading cramps ease with the aftershocks and you slump, releasing your hold on his hair. Krauser holds you there for a moment before surrendering, helping you to lay on your side.
When you look at his face, it’s as close to a crime scene as it can get, blood smeared all over the lower half and his nose wet with your fluids.
“Jesus.” You fight a blush and know you’ve lost when he smiles, refusing to wipe his face. The bastard.
You spread your legs, deflecting from your surprise. You didn’t know you liked that.
“Well?” You ask.
Krauser blinks, eyes slightly hazy in a way you’re obscenely proud of, before hovering over you. When he moves inside you, you moan loudly, the stretch almost painful. He pulls out a little, thrusts in all the way impossibly hard. “Fuck!”
He tucks his head into your shoulder, breath coming in fast spurts, hot on your skin. Feels like you’re burning up. “Want it,” he grunts. “Going to clean up after this, and make you ride my face again. Need you to cum on my tongue. Tell me you want it.”
You shut your eyes and clench your jaw while he pants, fucking into you like you’re both about to die and he needs this before he goes. When you dare to open them, you catch the moment that gets you close a second time. Krauser pulls out, leaning back to look, and a breathy curse leaves him. You squint to see what he’s looking at and instantly clench around him— his cock, smeared in your blood. Your eyes meet, electric, and he braces himself to pound into you harder.
This one isn’t like the first— it builds. You can feel the buzzing in your gut, your toes, and at the base of your spine. “Shit, shit, I’m so close,” you say, breathless.
Krauser leans down and bites hard, on the side of your neck. The adrenaline sprouts fresh from the pain and sends you into a shaking orgasm, the second one hitting harder than the first and making you tight around him. With punched-out moans, he lifts his head to watch your face screw up in pleasure and finishes inside you with a deep groan.
And when it’s over, the two of you side by side, tacky, sweaty, and a bit bloodstained, his breath wisps over the shell of your ear. A strong arm tugs you closer. “Don’t keep things from me next time, rookie. Got it?”
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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
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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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Yandere-sub!Plaga!Krauser&Leon X Fem!Agent!Reader🔪🌶️
𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝘂𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘂𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗔𝘀𝗵𝗹𝗲𝘆…𝗻𝗼 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗲𝗹𝘆, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲. 𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗜𝗹𝗹𝘂𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗱𝗼𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗲, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘂𝗿𝗲, 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗞𝗿𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗺𝗯 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝘂𝗹𝘁 𝗟𝗲𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘁𝗼𝗼. 𝗬𝗲𝘁, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘂𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲𝘀~😈👀
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"GET IN THE HELICOPTER, ASHLEY!!!" You yelled as you grab her hand to guide her in. You grab the handle of the door only for Ashley to stop you,"NO, (Y/N)!! We both can make it!" Her eyes teary eyed and her bottom lip quivered. "Ashley, your safety matters to me. Go tell your dad that it's been fun." You forced a smile as your throat had the dry lump you attempted to swallow. Ashley had to be pulled away by one of the crew inside. "NO NO NO!!! STOP-" The door was closed and you crotch down to avoid not getting slashed by the rotor blades. "Alli esta!" The villagers pointed at you and you just put your hands up, going down on your knees. "I surrender." You said, the villagers look at each other as they were stunned by you throwing in the towel like that
They all nodded and went up to you as they grab your wrist, putting them behind your back, and tied them. They all surround you like a pack of dogs. You expected them to kill you at any given time. Instead they walked you back to the church. Saddler was there,"Ah, well if it isn't the special agent. You may have saved the president's daughter, but to be a sacrificial lamb yourself is enough for us to finish the ceremony." You scoffed and one of the villagers behind you kicks your back making you fall forward eating shit
You were then picked up again and slammed on the table, Saddler towers above you by your side. "May the sacrifice...begin!" Everyone cheers as a masked bloody man came with a huge ax. You didn't give in fear-no reaction. 'I completed my mission. That's all that matters.' You closed your eyes and thought about the times you actually had a normal convo with Ashely. Just something normal with another person other than dealing monsters and the governments bullshit. A tear stream down your temple,'I'm sorry, Ashley. It was the only way for you to be safe. Like a little sister I never had.'
Opening your eyes you see the ax already at a good distance to your head. Then an arrow was shot through his head. "Krauser!?" Saddler exclaimed glaring at him. You quickly roll back off the table as the ax pierces the table causing it to collapse into pieces. Your first instinct was to jump out the window and roll. Saddler looks out the window,"Get the girl!" He yelled and you just smirked thinking you were going to make it out of there. Only to have a tendril grab your ankle pulling you down to the ground and dragging you. "What the hell!?" You try to grab your knife that was by the other ankle, but you were now being held upside down. Eye to eye with none other than-
"Leon!?" His eyes were red and his body paler-dead like to say with veins revealing. "Hello, agent~" He said. "Y-You're losing it, Leon." You couldn't believe your eyes to see him infected. The plaga has already took control of him. "I'm still me, (Y/N). Always have." He gets close to your face only to stop when Saddler calls him out,"Mr. Kennedy, I would highly advise that you bring her back. She will be of no use for you or Krauser." Leon gives him a look and gently puts you down,"If you want to keep her then try to."
Leon grabs your hand signaling you to run. Saddler angrily yells his name, but you both ignored him. You followed whatever Leon was leading you, you can worry about fighting him off later. Eventually, you both stayed in an abandoned shed that was neglected or used for any other junk from the villagers. "Why are you doing this?" You asked him. He smiles,"Because I like you." Your eyebrow furrow as you slowly back up to bump into the table that was in the middle of the room. "If you're going to kill me just fucking put me out of my misery. I'm tired of all of this."
You move around the table still backing up as Leon just follows you around with a creepy smile on his face,"Why would I? After everything we've been through? You can't just back away from that." Your cheeks blushed and stop,"I-I don't know what you're talking about." He giggles and walks close to you, bodies inches away from each other,"I can show you~" He kneels down, keeping eye contact, uses one hand to grip your leg, and the other free hand caressing your hip,"Please, agent. Please...just tell me what to do." You gulped at the sight. It's been one hell of a mission you couldn't catch a break. This was so tempting~
The door slams open as you whip your head up thinking the worst of Saddler, but it was Krauser. "Leon, you got hell to pay!!" He marches in, slamming the door behind him, and stays in position. However, Leon has an irritated look on his face hearing Krauser. You budge Leon to move and he didn't. He's got the death grip. "Get out, Krauser!" Leon yelled and Krauser witnesses the sight, seeing Leon knelt down having his head nuzzled against your leg
You didn't know what to do. It was an awkward moment with them bickering back and forth. Acting like toddlers. "How about you get off of her first!" "Go find someone else, Krauser!" "She's mine, not yours. I'm taking her!" "I'm not letting you take her to Saddler." "Who said I wanted to!?" Wait...they're not going to take you to Saddler. Is there some kind of arrangement going on? "The fuck am I doing here then!? Just do what you both have to do. I'm tired of this shit!"
Seriously, though you were so done. They both look at you wide eyed from your scary yell. That's when they both look at each other and then at you. The boys smirked and all of a sudden you were placed on the table. Confusion and concern triggered your fight or flight. Flight was the first on mind, but when you did Krauser had his arm locked under your pits,"Let me go!! LET ME GO-MMPH!?" Krauser grabbed your jaw to turn your head to kiss you. He was strong that for sure. Moving your legs wouldn't do shit since it was distinctly not hitting anyone. "(Y/N), it's okay. We don't want to hurt you." Leon said
After being able to pull away from that lil makeout session, you heavily breathed,"Hah, w-what-AH!!" Leon's tendrils coming from, assuming, his back went under your clothes making you squeal in disgust. It felt slimey and gross. Like slimey snakes slithering under your clothes roaming around. "You're scaring her, Leon." Krauser warned. "Shut up, I know what I'm doing." That's when your shirt lifts up, revealing your bra, pants and shoes removed. "H-Hey, what are you-NO!!" The tendrils rip your bra and underwear off easy revealing your bare chest and cunt. They boys look in awe judging from how quick Krauser was fondling your boobs making you gasp and Leon spreading the lips open down there
Krauser massages and firmly pinches your nipples, pulling them out as they bounce when the grip was loose from them,"Mmm~" The slimey shit from Leon's tendrils made your body glisten and easier for him to glide his hands on you. "Please, moan. I wanna know if I'm doing better than him." Krauser whispered in your ear and Leon glares at him and he kneels down. "L-Leon don't." You gasp when Krauser wraps his arms around your waist pulling you back, laying on top of him. He managed to pull down his pants as his cock was hard already, you sensed it behind your ass,"I'm not taking any chances. I'm going to make her cum first." Krauser said and he shuffles a bit now his dick was under you
It was...pretty big. Well, very appealing to say the least. Leon sees from down below as Krauser reaches for his hard on and rubs against your clit then down to the entrance, he bucks his hips making it push inside. "Ahh~" He starts thrusting into you making you moan and Krauser hum in pleasure. Your tits bounce from the impact of his pounding,"Oh fuck, Krauser! Ohhh~" Krauser start picking up the pace, but Leon's shadow towers both of you and he had his pants down revealing his dick leaking precum,"I'm going to make her feel good, Krauser." Krauser stops and laughs,"I don't think so comrade."
That's when you felt Leon's cock try to push his own inside of your pussy,"Wait, no!! Leon, he is big as it is. You can't fit-ooohh god!!~" He did it anyway. Leon and Krauser let out a moan feeling themselves stretching you more. "Holy shit!~" They said in unision. That's when they both start moving. Two big cocks inside of your cunt. The pleasure was amazing, but the pain of being stretched out was overwhelming. Tears stream down your temples as Krauser kisses your behind your neck,"Yes, yes, I'm doing much better right? Right, (Y/N), urgh fuck!"
Leon heavily pants as his hands was holding your legs open,"No, I am! Those are tears of joy for me, right, mmm god!~" The pain was going away now and all you felt was the wave of an orgasm coming,"Ahh, b-boys, please. Y-You're gonna, ah, make me cum. S-So hard!!" You pick your head up to look down seeing how they were both pounding you, this time more faster. It made your eyes roll back letting out a scream. Leon and Krauser both pull out cumming on top of your pussy, your juices splashing out. Krauser sits you up and he reaches down to finger your pussy and Leon rubs your clit fast side to side,"Cum for us. Cum for us, please!~"
Another wave of an orgasm hits you making you growl and your hips twitch, the squirts forcing itself out. They both reacted in a perverse manner like "Oh fuck yes" "Oh yeah, that felt good?" and now the three of you, taking a breather. Krauser has his arms wrapped around your waist holding you in place. Leon laying his head on your inner thigh caressing your other leg. "So, that is why, hah, you didn't kill me? I don't understand."
"We both agreed to take you in for Saddler, but we both secretly plotted your rescue. But, not until everyone is dead then we can go home." Leon explained causing you to be puzzled,"But, Leon you're infected. They will know." He looks up at you and smiles, his red eyes going back to blue and the veins disappearing-back to normal. "They won't." Krauser chuckles,"Same with me. Just more experienced than Leon, of course. In more ways than one~" Leon glares at Krauser and going back to his infected self again,"Alright then. Another round it is." "WHAT!?"
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𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴! 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁. 𝗠𝘆 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗦𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹~🖤🫣
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Wesker threatening to send his pet back to Krauser if they keep misbehaving :/
!!!
cw: dubcon, spanking
they're so comfy with wesker, not as scared of him as of brutal krauser:( they keep getting bratty with him and not taking him serious but wesker knows how to pull their strings >:(
bending them over his knee and spanking their ass red and raw while telling them, if they get this bratty and bad ever again, he's gonna send them back to krauser, to straighten them out. they're a sobbing, moaning mess, leaking and scared, begging:(( they promise they'll be so good, begging him to keep them :((
#gothghostiie#ask ghostiie#ghostiie goes dark#albert wesker#resident evil#dead by daylight#dbd#wesker#albert wesker x reader#nsft#krauser#jack krauser#krauser x reader#jack krauser x reader#wesker x reader#krauser re#wesker re#cw dubcon#tw dubcon#dubcon#dark kinks#dark content writing#pet owner wesker
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WHATEVER DOJA CAT SAID ABOUT BIG NOSES
« - because, well u can, kinda, sit on em. »
SHE’s SO RIGHT
#resident evil#resident evil 4#resident evil remake#leon kennedy#re4#re4 remake#jack krauser#major krauser#re4make#krauser#re4 krauser#resident evil krauser#krauser x reader
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⠀⠀𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐆, 𝐌𝐘 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ┊ 𝐉. 𝐊𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐑
༄ ┊CHARACTERS ; jack krauser x fem!reader (slight mentions of leon x reader but barely)
༄ ┊SYNOPSIS ; jack krauser meets you from a friend, leon kennedy, and he quickly became obsessed with you. now he’s decided to take that obsession a step further and take what he wants
༄ ┊WARNINGS ; 4.9K WORDS, STALKING, NON-CON, p in v smut, fingering, cunnilingus, he breaks into ur house, pet names (darlin’, baby), no aftercare, non-con “breeding”, general dark content, ┊ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
༄ ┊AUTHOR NOTES ; okay so this has been sat in my drafts since RE4RE came out so I had to get it posted !! I didn’t really finish writing it, so sorry it ends a little weird and abruptly, I just needed it gone !!! plus I NEED more krauser content oml — anyway not many people post for him so here’s a little something something
obsession
/əbˈsɛʃn/
noun
the state of being obsessed with someone or something.
"she cared for him with a devotion bordering on obsession"
an idea or thought that continually preoccupies or intrudes on a person's mind.
"he was in the grip of an obsession he was powerless to resist"
Krauser watched from his car as your bedroom curtains slid shut, soon after followed the light being turned off and the room becoming dark.
He twisted his wrist to check the time, 23:47. A nod to himself as he tapped a small button that protruded out of the side of the watch, starting an hour timer that he planned on letting run the entire way through — just enough time for you to get to sleep.
The street lamp flickered with a dim orange glow above his Jeep, barely enough to light up the area if it weren’t for the rain on the windows and the road distorting the light and bathing the entire street in an amber hue.
The pulsing of the light was strangely calming to Jack, it was slow and rhythmic and even attracted a couple of moths under its rays of light, plus it served as a great distraction to sooth his rapidly growing impatience.
Krauser closed his eyes and listened to the way the rain pit-a-patted on the roof, the sound echoing through the car as he waited for the time to pass, his mind being dragged back to when he first ever met you.
“Hey, Krauser,” Leon shouted over as he walked into the training area with you close by his side, “alright if my friend sits in just for today?”
“Yeah, sure.” Krauser replied after a moment of hesitation, but he still gave you a small smile as you came into his view.
Leon swiftly introduced you both to each other and you politely exchanged pleasantries, then you took a seat on the wooden crates that lined the metal containers off to the side of the training mats, making sure to stay out of the way of them both.
Krauser had to admit to himself that you were quite the distraction, he’d been caught off guard by your beauty, your demeanour, everything about you — you were completely breathtaking. Luckily he was still more skilled than Leon, easily beating him at every turn even when he liked to think he wasn’t trying to, a slight distraction wasn’t going to change anything.
An hour passed by quickly as you watched both of the men fight and train, getting far too caught up in it like you were watching some reality show, occasionally cheering them on before covering your mouth with your hand in embarrassment.
Neither of the men cared much that you did it, they found it rather endearing and played into it, giving stupid little commentaries and acting like they were in a cheesy movie’s badly scripted fight scene.
The training was only interrupted when Leon’s phone began ringing in his coat next to you, and it didn’t take him two seconds to run over and answer it — clearly it was an important call judging by the way he flashed you an apologetic smile and ducked out of the room with a wave.
“Hey, so you train with Leon, right?” Krauser walked over to you while taking a sip of his water, a towel hanging over his shoulder and the sweat still running down his forehead and bare chest.
“Uhh, yeah, I suppose you could call it that,” you smiled and put your phone down to be polite, “I wouldn’t really call it training, we just go to the gym together, he’s helping me get fit and stay that way — it’s really…nice”
“Yeah? What type of stuff do you do?”
“Mostly cardio and some weight training, I only started lifting weights recently so they’re still pretty light, but I’m hoping soon I can start lifting heavier and build up my strength.”
Krauser nodded and smiled, he was impressed with your dedication, knowing it wasn’t easy to get into a routine. You told him how you were mostly doing it for your mental well-being rather than physical effects, and he told you he does the same most of the time, explaining how much it can help with taking your mind off the things you’d rather not think about.
You both sat and chatted to each other for roughly twenty minutes while Leon was still out of the room on the phone to whoever, and surprisingly enough to you, you got on well with Krauser — he seemed kind and caring, and genuinely interesting to talk to.
“Well, hey, if you ever wanna learn self defence or anything like that, feel free to ask me.”
“Really?” You smiled brightly at him, giving him cute puppy dog eyes that you weren’t even aware you were doing, “I’d love that!”
“Great, we can start whenever you want, just let me know and I’ll clear my schedule.”
“Would…now be an inconvenience? Just a little, of course! While we wait for Leon?”
Jack laughed and nodded, “sure.”
He held his hand out and pulled you up off the box after he stood up, catching you against his sweaty chest before you regained your balance.
You both walked over to the mats that were laid out on the floor for padding, and he walked you through some simple steps, nothing too confusing or exhausting.
His hands rested on your lower back then ran up to your arms as he adjusted your position to stand correctly, his hands lingering across the bare parts of your skin, but not long enough for you to grow concerned, of course.
He was smarter than that.
He stood beside you and showed you what to do, throwing some punches into the air in front of himself and letting you copy his movements.
He was impressed with how fast you learnt, and he’d almost completely forgotten that he’d been training Leon not even thirty minutes prior, instead he was fully focused on you and the way you moved. His eyes carefully trailing up and down your body, taking in every curve and line he could see, admiration twinkling in his eyes.
For the next few weeks you came and watched Krauser and Leon train even though you weren’t supposed to, and then on Thursdays you’d come alone in secret to be trained by him.
You’d usually stay a few hours and truth be told, you enjoyed every minute of it. He was a great teacher and he made it easy to learn — he never treated you like you were stupid even when you messed up badly and swore up and down that you were going to quit after embarrassing yourself so much.
Eventually you moved on to floor work after he was happy with the progress you’d been making with the basics, and he showed you what would happen if you ever ended up in a situation where you were on the floor or you needed to do a takedown yourself.
Krauser could feel himself becoming more and more captivated by you, everytime he was above you with his hands pinning yours down to the mat, your chest rising up and down as you tried to catch your breath. The way you looked up at him, so innocent and helpless, it was almost enough to make him lose his composure right then and there, but of course he never did. He remained professional the entire time, never once hinting that he was picturing himself fucking into you, your nails scratching down his back, your eyes rolling back as his name slipped from your pretty glossed lips.
He couldn’t help himself when it came to you, he couldn’t help but enjoy the way you struggled against him, your hips grinding against his crotch without even realising it. He was a lot bigger and stronger than you were, a complete domineering figure compared to you, and he ate it up as much as he could — how much he got off having you look so delicate and weak below him.
“Okay, how the hell am I supposed to get out of this?”
“Come on, think…” he smiled down innocently, as if he were trying to get you to realise the answer yourself rather than him just enjoying having himself slotted between your plump thighs, “what makes the most sense to do?”
Krauser sighed with annoyance as the hour timer went off, slightly startling him out of his lovely thoughts, to his dismay.
His eyes gazed toward your bedroom window once again, checking for any signs that you were still awake, a slight glow that came from the screen of your phone or a dim light off to the side that meant you were in the bathroom — but luckily for him, everything remained pitch black and still.
Jack reached over and grabbed his phone from the dashboard, placing it on mute before shoving it into his right pocket and sliding out of the car, shutting the door behind him as quietly as he could.
Once he made it over the street he casually walked around the side of your home like he lived there himself, checking both ways before doing so, just to make sure no one was watching nearby.
Jack had been watching you for weeks, learning your routine and as much as humanly possible about you, because of course he wanted to protect you and get to know you at the same time.
It didn’t take much for a man like him, with his skills and knowledge, plus his access to any equipment he may need, to get all the information he wanted — it was easy for him to get whatever he wanted without anyone really asking any questions, after all he was a respectable and honourable soldier.
Just from watching you he had learnt your weekly routine extremely fast, after all, you were a creature of habit and you didn’t like to change the days you did things, if you could help it.
On Wednesdays you’d go food shopping, Thursdays you’d complete any chores that needed doing out of the home, and Friday night at roughly 19:00 you’d go down to the local bar to meet Leon and drink until walking home between 12:00-01:00am.
Not only that but you’d made it easier for him by being kind enough to give him your social media’s alongside your number when you had been training with him, telling him you ‘don’t really give these to anyone’ — obviously you liked him because he wasn’t just ‘anyone’, and he knew that you must have secretly loved him just as he loved you, but you were just too scared to admit it out loud.
He often viewed your social media even when you didn’t post much, it gave him a lot of insight into your life when you weren’t with himself or Leon. He learnt your favourite colour and the song you’d been listening to on repeat, how you’d found a new romance book to read and you were actually enjoying it which surprised you, even how your new shoes were so nice but they’d given you really bad blisters.
Krauser couldn’t help but fall more and more in love with you with each new thing he learnt, you were just so perfect for him and there wasn’t a single thing he didn’t love about you.
Well, other than maybe Leon.
He knew, deep down, Leon was a good guy, but he was too content with being weak and being a loser. He wasn’t good enough for you, and Jack knew that Leon would only drag you down with him. You needed someone strong and smart, someone loyal and protective, and Leon just wasn’t that guy.
“Come on, I taught you better than this, baby.” Krauser muttered to himself as he grabbed your spare house key from under a rock that was placed conveniently next to the large plant pot that hid it out of normal view.
He sighed as he silently turned the key and unlocked the door, his head shaking side to side at the fact you’d remove the key from the door on the inside which meant he could get in. Luckily for you of course, it was only him entering your home, after all it could have been some crazy person that was looking to hurt you or worse.
Once he was in the house he clicked the door shut and re-locked it, slipping the key into the same pocket as his phone while he crept toward the stairs.
He knew he had to forgive you for this little blunder you’d made, he knew you were smart and everyone makes errors, but maybe he just had to punish you nicely so you wouldn’t be so silly and leave a key out in the open like that ever again.
He snuck his way through your house and made his way to the stairway, he slid his hand up the railing as support while walking on the outer, less used edges of the wooden stairs — making sure they wouldn’t creak as much under his weight, not wanting to risk waking you before he even got to you.
As he made it to the top he could see you’d left the bedroom door slightly ajar for him, a slither of light coming through the door from the streetlight outside your window guiding his way perfectly. A slight smile crept along his face as he held his breath and listened out for you as he stood before your door, and finally after hearing a cute and almost silent little snore come from the room, he let out his breath and continued moving forward.
Jack ceased all movement at the foot of your bed as you slowly rolled over, his heartbeat thumping loudly in his ears, the adrenaline surging through his body as he prepared for himself to be caught right then and there in that moment.
But you didn’t wake up.
Instead of your eyes fluttering open, you moved to the side and the sheets slid off your skin, showing your bare legs and leaving them exposed to his gaze. He couldn’t help but trail his eyes up and down your body, his excitement growing only more when he saw that you were only wearing some cute panties and a thin vest top.
How easily it’ll be to take them off, the voice in his head echoed.
He smiled to himself as he palmed at his cock through his pants, the anticipation already building in his lower abdomen as his thoughts ran wild.
Finally, he had you exactly where he wanted you, he’d be able to do all the things he had only been able to fantasise about while you were training together, he’d be able to show you exactly how much he loves you.
It was a miracle that you hadn’t realised that he was borderline obsessed with you before this point, he was always checking up on you and seemingly knowing about the things you’d done over the weekend — always saying how you mentioned it earlier in the day when you questioned him on how he knew, and of course you believed him, he’d never lie to you, why would he?
You were adorable, the definition of perfection to him, there was no one in this world like you — and that meant you had to belong to him, he wouldn’t let someone else soil you with their worthless hands.
He knew you’d be thankful, after all he was doing you a favour, right?
Who in their right mind would want a worthless man fawning over them so pathetically, making an embarrassment out of themselves as they tried to get your attention. Plus, who could protect you like he could? Nobody.
While lost in his thoughts he hadn’t even realised his cock was in his hand, his wrist moving just barely but still enough for him to buck his hips into his fist as his eyes continued to wander along every part of your exposed skin.
“Fuck~” a breathy sigh left his mouth as his head fell back and his mouth opened, his hand pumping quicker and quicker, his mind overflowing with images of you and your body, the thoughts of your whimpers and whines as he buries his cock deep inside of you and coats your womb thick with his cum.
But before he could get his release, he stopped. He had to save himself for you, not wanting a single drop of his seed to go to waste, it all needed to be sat snug inside of your cunt.
Without much hesitation he stripped himself down naked, he cock slapping lightly against his belly as he walked to the side of your bed and lifted the sheets off to the side as carefully as possible.
Your legs were already slightly parted for him and there was just enough light coming into your room for him to see a little wet patch on the crotch of your panties beginning to form. A wide smile appeared on his face and he licked his lips, he was like a starving animal about to devour his first meal in weeks, hooking his fingers along the waistband of your underwear he carefully slid them down and off of your body.
You shuffled at the sensation but never enough to stir from your sleep and luckily for him you parted your legs even more as you tried to roll over, a clear invitation for him to slot himself between them.
Krauser stared feverishly at the prize before him, your cunt already being aroused from whatever dream you’d been having — most likely about him, he thought…he knew.
Who else would you be dreaming about, after all?
The dream felt so real, so tantalisingly good that it was like you had died and gone to heaven. The smell of whiskey and cologne hanging heavy in the air, music playing quietly in the background all while Leon grabbed at your hips and kept you still as you tried to lift yourself from his face, his fingertips digging into your plush skin as his tongue grinded against your puffy, sensitive clit.
You let your head fall back while strings of moans and sighs slipped from your parted lips, your thighs quivering around his head with every pass of his tongue until you finally came.
It all felt so real even as you stirred awake from your sleep, the feelings of your dream finally dissipating and bringing you back to the disappointing reality.
Your back arched from the bed and another quiet moan slipped from your throat, your eyes forcing themselves to open against their will.
Your thighs squeezed themselves shut as you felt an orgasm wash over you, a real one this time, and Krauser’s hands wrapped tightly around your legs, welcoming the feeling of your thighs crushing his head.
A shaky sigh left your body as you finally came down from your high, barely being able to concentrate as his tongue continued lapping up your juices — pushing its way into you before teasingly flicking over your already overstimulated clit.
It took only a moment before the panic set in, the fear of realising someone was between your legs and not knowing who it was. The fact that you weren’t still just living some high from a great dream, but someone was inside your home, inside your room.
You pushed and kicked to no avail, panicked shouts and cries before you ripped the sheets back and saw Krauser staring back up at you with a devilish grin plastered across his face.
“What the—”
“Shh,” his hand reached up to your lips to silence you within a second as he sat up on his knees.
His body was highlighted perfectly from the subtle lighting that came through your curtains from the street light outside. His muscles sculpted so deliciously, his abs being the perfect backdrop for his already rock hard cock to lean against.
“Like what you see, hmm?” His voice pulled you from your thoughts, with horror.
You watched on as he ran his finger delicately along his smooth chin before licking them, not wanting any of you to go to waste, after all you tasted so goddamn good to him.
“How the fuck did you..”
“Get in? Easily.” He spoke with such confidence, like he hadn’t done anything wrong — somewhat sounding proud of himself for what he’d done.
Krauser ran his hands up your thighs before grabbing the hem of your flimsy night shirt, one swift yank and he ripped it in half, leaving your chest exposed to him.
Instinctively your hands wrapped around your body, a desperate attempt to hide yourself from him which displeased him so obviously.
“Don’t hide from me, darlin’.”
His large hands wrapped around your wrists and forced them above your head, easily adjusting his grip so both of your hands were pinned down by just one of his.
He used his free hand to explore your body, his calloused fingers sliding along your ribs before finally halting just under your tits. A small grin appeared on his face as his thumb rubbed across your hardened nipple, enjoying the way you flinched against his touch, your body betraying you so easily.
“Krauser, please…” you pleaded with him but your pleas fell upon deaf ears, he was adamant to get what he came for, and he knew that in the end you’d be grateful that he did.
It didn’t take long before he got too impatient with the teasing and tugging of your nipples, no matter how much he adored the cute little sounds you made as he did. Instead, his hand began sliding down your stomach and between your opened legs, his body still wedged between them so you couldn’t even think about shutting them.
“Please, please just stop, Krauser!” The tears had already started to roll down your cheeks as you fought against his tight grip, but he ignored you as if you weren’t even speaking.
He used his middle finger to slide between your folds, barely even brushing against your puffy clit but still you couldn’t help but react, a small whimper escaping from your throat as you watched him through blurred eyes.
After coating his fingers in your slick, he pushed his way into you, slowly and deeply, his eyes watching as his finger disappeared into you.
Your hips grinded down toward him, needy for some friction and you couldn’t help but hate yourself.
This man broke into your house and here you were, moaning as he stretched you out with another large finger, curling them so impeccably that it didn’t even take him a minute to find that spot inside of you that practically made you melt in his hands.
Jack pumped his fingers in and out of you, going between that and curling them in you, relishing in the sounds not only you made, but the sounds your wet cunt made, too.
“I knew you didn’t want me to stop.”
He used his palm to grind across your clit as he leaned forward, peppering small kisses along your jaw, his tongue licking from your chin up to your bottom lip.
“Ah~ Krauser, wait please.”
“That’s it, come apart for me, baby.” His tongue traced a line along your lip before he began to kiss you, sloppy and desperate but it didn’t matter, you could barely kiss him back anyway.
You tried to swallow your moans and not give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was making you feel that good, you tried so hard to stop yourself from coming on his fingers, but no matter what you did you just weren’t a match for him.
As much as you hated it, he was good at what he was doing to you. It was like he had a map to your body and he knew exactly how to traverse it perfectly, every touch setting your nerves on fire, your stomach flipping with anticipation and fear as your eyes followed his every moment.
He sat back on his feet and lazily gave his cock a few pumps in his hand before he laid down next to you, pushing you onto your side so he could lay behind you like he was spooning you.
“Jack, it’s not gonna fit!” you pushed against him and tried to escape but he wasn’t having any of it, “please just leave, I swear I won’t tell anyone, I promise, I promise please.”
His arm had already wrapped around you, resting just below your tits as he pulled you back flush against his chest with a crushing grip. Your hands reached up and grabbed at his bicep, trying so hard to push yourself away from him, your nails digging into his flesh hoping that it’d stop him, but he was far stronger than you were and simply didn’t care for your attempts.
“Oh darlin’, I’ll make it fit, don’t you worry.”
The tip of his cock pressed against your folds, inadvertently gathering your slick along it as he teased your entrance so daintily, like he was scared you’d shatter in his hands if he were too rough for even a moment.
“Krauser, aah~” as soon as you uttered his name, he couldn’t resist any longer.
He bullied himself into you, his cock sinking further and further into you until he couldn’t move anymore, your walls forcibly stretching out around him, a painful sting but he promised it’d only hurt for a second.
For a fleeting moment he remained perfectly still, savouring the feeling of how your pussy fluttered around him in an attempt to force him back out, because even after all he’d done to prepare you, you wouldn’t relax for him and you were only making it more painful for yourself.
Krauser could only wait so much, though. After all, he’d been waiting so very long, and his patience had worn thin long ago.
He pulled his hips back agonisingly slowly before slamming back into you, his arm still wrapped too tight around your body so you couldn’t move too far from him.
Every slow thrust into you knocked the wind straight out of your lungs, your breath already being shallow from the way his arm was crushing you. His pace remained slow, too focused on the way your cunt felt, how with every drag of his cock he could feel the way your walls gripped around him like they didn’t want to let him go.
He wasn’t afraid to admit it, he was addicted to you. You were like a drug that he couldn’t get enough of, so purely intoxicating that he couldn’t help but get lost in you — never being sure whether he wanted to return back to reality or not.
The only thing that finally pulled him out of his thoughts and slow thrusts was the sound of his name. Fuck, how that drove him crazy. How perfectly his name rolled off your tongue, your moans so innocent and seductive without even trying.
If Krauser did believe in any God, he’d surely believe in that moment that you were made just for him.
His pace sped up, getting too carried away and not even bothering to notice how you whimpered and cried, your fingers still clawing at his arm every time the tip of his cock kissed your cervix.
“Fuck, babe…” he groaned in your ear, his breathing heavy and uneven, never trying to hide how good you were making him feel.
And the tears never stopped rolling from your eyes, you couldn’t believe what was happening yet you couldn’t help but enjoy every thrust of his cock, how he angled himself perfectly to make sure he was pleasuring you, too.
It was obvious he didn’t want to hurt you on purpose, but that just made you feel dirtier, he was still an intruder, a friend that betrayed your trust in the worst way imaginable — but you were liking it.
Jack released his bruising grip from around your ribs and let his hand slide down between your legs, using his finger to rub rough circles against your clit, adding to the stimulation his cock was already giving you.
Your hand grabbed at his but you weren’t fighting him anymore, instead you let him have his way with you and every single moan that he forced from your lips only led him to fuck you harder.
“Fuck, you like this, huh?” He chuckled as he forced you onto your stomach, his hand wrapping around the back of your neck and pushing your face against the mattress.
“Jack wait”, your words muffled by the pillow you were gripping onto, his hips mercilessly slamming into you as he chased his own high.
The bed creaked every time he moved his body, and you were sure that the wooden slats would break beneath you both at any moment.
The feeling of your cunt tightening around his cock was enough to send him barrelling over the edge, his hand slapping the fat of your ass as he pumped his cum deep into you without caring that you were begging him not to.
You laid motionless as his hand rubbed up and down your back, ignoring the light kisses on your shoulder as the weight on the other side of the bed disappeared. You weren’t fully sure how much time had passed since he pulled himself out of you, but you could still feel the way his cum leaked out of your abused hole and stained the sheets under you.
“So, we still on for training tomorrow, baby? I got some new things to teach you…”
#⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 📝 writes resident evil !#resident evil#resident evil x reader#jack krauser#krauser x reader#resident evil 4#re4#re x reader#jack krauser x reader#krauser x fem reader#female reader
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Hi I'm new here but I had to cause I love your headcanons lol
I don't see a lot of this but maybe some headcanons with Wesker, Krauser, Leon, and Chris but with a male partner/reader that's bigger then them? Like the reader's a bodybuilder or does some kind of physical work (such as police work, military work, etc.)?
Apologies if it's a tall order at all 😅
Oh an s/o who’s bigger than them? Hmmmm?
Wesker, in STARS, is a little jealous that you’re bigger than he is. He wasn’t the tallest on his team but he most certainly wasn’t the shortest. Whether you’re on the team or simply working in the station, he’s a little jealous. Excuse me but he’s supposed to be the perfect person, according to Spencer and all. But he can’t help but watch as you go about your work, he will never say anything but he watches as you put away books or help Rebecca or any other person shorter than you with something they can’t reach. Usually, they asked him but when you started coming around, they started asking you instead and he did not like that, bruised his ego in several places. While after STARS, he’s a little more relaxed about it, as the virus caused him to have a small growth spurt so he’s not too caring about it then.
Leon is a sucker for it and I’m a firm believer he’s a helpless bi. He sees someone kick ass and is just head over heels for them, and you know…look at him. He might not be wet and pathetic but he is definitely pathetic. Plus…You’re taller than him? Goddesses and gods above just take him right there, he is ascending. And by ascending I mean he’s climbing. Climbing you to be exact.
Krauser sees your tallness as a blank slate, something to fill, you might be taller than him but you are not buffer than he is. And he took that personally. You got noodle arms? Not on his watch. He’s got you opening jars every day with your hands, using the excuse, “I’d break the jar.” To get you to do it. It’s slower than actually lifting weights and training but small steps.
Chris is…shocked that someone is taller than him. What do you mean there’s someone taller than me? Look at me! His ego is a little bruised but he’s fine with it for the most part, he does have some other things on his mind after all. But when he’s not having those problems he definitely will ask for a hug from you. Since he’s usually the one giving the hugs as he was the tallest and the biggest.
#asks!#albert wesker x reader#resident evil x reader#wesker x reader#krauser x reader#leon kennedy x reader#chris redfield x reader
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I feel like Krauser would be so dry when texting anyone, he just gets to the point 💔
#resident evil#albert wesker#resident evil fanfiction#krauser x reader#jack krauser x reader#resident evil krauser#jack krauser#krauser#yander jack krauser#major krauser#krauser x f!reader#re4 krauser#re4#re4r#krauser smut#resident evil x reader#resident evil headcanons#headcannons#leon scott kennedy#ada wong#wesker#re#re krauser#re4r krauser
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Anyways, Krauser tits.
NSFW
MDNI
Krauser but with heavy tits and a tummy that's soft.
Krauser who snarls at people when they get a little too close to his tits cause he knows their soft and plushy and very, VERY, sensitive.
Krauser who lets you play with them while he's trying to get work done but isn't able to focus cause he's actively trying not to cum in his pants from you sucking and flicking on his nipples.
Krauser who fingers himself while pinching his nipples at the thought of you fucking him while in front of his colleagues and recruits.
Krauser who makes sure press his chest right up against your back and who humps your ass just to get some relief while he's yelling out at his recruits. Who gives a fuck if they're looking? What will they do? Report him? Tell him to stop.
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Sunshine with Clouds
Jack Krauser x female reader
Requested by: @alewesker
Grumpy x sunshine with Krauser please ✨
Warning: Fluff
I love this request so much! Please reblog and comment as it really helps and is much appreciated. Thank you.
Please enjoy!
The sound of rain patting the window softly was mixed with the sound of the T.V playing something in the background that [Name] had stopped listening to a few minutes ago, her attention on the rain outside. A smile on her lips as she noticed the thick, dark clouds rolling in the distance, growing closer with each passing minute.
An idea came to mind and she turned around to face Krauser, a bright smile on her lips, "Let's go dance in the rain!" She said, the idea of dancing in the rain with Krauser one that had bothered her for a bit now but the weather had kept her dream from being a reality.
"No." He replied without even glancing up from his book. His posture was relaxed now that he was off duty for a bit, the feeling of being back home a comforting presence for him. [Name] pouted lightly at his refusal.
"Why not? Give me one solid good reason we can't go dancing in the rain, Jack." Not a second passed before Krauser gave her the reason,
"Hypothermia." He stated it like it was the most obvious thing in the world, which in his eyes, it was. Having spent many nights himself out in the field, drenched and soaked from heavy rain and still pushing through. It wasn't himself he was bothered about, it was [Name]. A soft sigh of defeat left her lips for a second before it was replaced by a sweet smile.
[Name] moved across the room and sat on the couch beside Krauser, their legs touching as she leaned to him a little, a smile on her face and just looked at him.
".... I'm not looking at you, [Name]." Krauser knew exactly what she was trying to do and he was not going to fall for her antics. Try as he might, his resolve would crumble if he looked at her, and [Name] knew that.
"You're going to, Jack." She smiled, leaning even closer to him until her head was resting on his shoulder, fluttering her eyelashes at him in an innocent manner. He took a deep breath, keeping his eyes fixed on the page but not even registering the words on them anymore. Her presence leaning against him, her lips lifted in that sweet smile that would make him bend over backwards for.
"No, I'm not." He tried to steel himself, refusing to give in. [Name] smiled more, nuzzling up against him and resting her hand on his large arm,
"Because if you do, you'll crack like an egg." With an irritated sigh, Krauser closed the book in his lap and turned to her, much to her delight. "See? You like looking at me." She leaned up to him, pressing a sweet kiss on his lips before standing up. "Come on, let's go!" She grabbed his hands, setting his book aside first, and dragged him outside into the back garden, not bothering about coats or anything that could fend off the nipping cold.
The back garden was quite spacious, giving them both plenty of space to move around without worry of bumping into something. A feature [Name] was planning to take full advantage of. Krauser sighed lightly at being dragged outside, already knowing to grab towels the second they both go back inside.
"You're going to end up catching a cold, [Name]." He told her, feeling like he was speaking to a child almost.
"Then I'll be okay knowing I'll have you to take care of me." Again, that damn smile that he could never say no to. He was a former Major of the U.S Special Forces, he has faced off against all sorts of horrors and brutality. But this? Her smile? That was the thing that crumbled him. With a light shake of his head, he followed her to the centre of the garden, the rain already soaking the pair of them.
And yet, [Name] continued to smile without a care in the world. A smile that held such brightness and warmth to it that Krauser could compare it to the sun, and the sun wouldn't be able to even hold a candle to her light. He supposed he could humour her for a few minutes, let her have her fun before pulling her back inside.
[Name] took her hands into Krauser's, one hand on his shoulder while she guided his other hand onto her waist, as if they were ballroom dancing. "You slip, I'm not catching you." He commented as he followed [Name]'s pattern and began to slow dance in a steady rhythm, holding her hand securely despite his words.
"You're holding me securely, love." She chuckled as Krauser slowly twirled her in the rain then held her close again. Her body fit so well into his hands, her body moulded to fit his hands and his hands alone. Something he silently cherished. Krauser pretended not to hear her by giving a low hum as he guided her through the dance. His eyes never once moving away from hers.
The world around them was nothing to him. Not the grass beneath their feet or the rain pouring from the sky. All that mattered to him at this moment in time was her. Her eyes. Her smile. That look of devotion that sparkled in her beautiful eyes. He knew deep in his heart that he would never grow tired of those eyes. There was nothing in this world he could compare her to that could even scratch the surface of how much she meant to him.
[Name] moved her foot, the lack of friction causing her to slip out from Krauser's hold. Before she could even hit the ground, his arm wrapped around her waist, holding her against him while his other hand held her arm. [Name] smiled a little, "I thought you weren't gonna catch me?" She teased lightly, looking up at him.
"I lied." The faintest crack of a smile tugged his lips before he pulled her in close, pressing his lips against hers.
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Texting them “I need you right now”
Note: hi everyone! So sorry for not posting in months, life wasn't easy on me. I managed to sort things out (hopefully they will stay organised this time, or else I'm starting a new life in Spain), and I plan to write more. I'm also taking commissions again (the financial situation it's not good, so every commission would help me a lot!). Anyway, I haven't written anything since January, so please be kind with me.
He won't see your text right away because he's a busy man. After he has some free time, he checks his phone and immediately opens the chat with you, ignoring everyone else.
"What is it, sweetheart?"
"I just don't feel okay. Can you come over?"
The text is demanding, and he knows something is wrong with you, so he tries to finish faster whatever he had planned for that day, which he fails because he is constantly thinking about you. So, he dropped everything and came to you.
Wesker is a man of his word, so he arrives on time.
"Have you been crying, my love?" he asked as he saw that your eyes were all red and your face was swollen.
"Yeah...petty reason."
"If it was petty, you wouldn't have called me."
You wasted no time and threw yourself in his arms, sinking into his embrace and burring your face into his chest.
Being busy all the time, you barely see him. Maybe once a month nowadays, and this long wait only contributed to your sadness. You yearned to talk with someone like him because he made you feel safe. You knew he was listening, and you knew he didn't judge. Also, he would comfort you with small kisses and gentle touches and would praise you for being strong.
He moved you to your sofa, made your favourite tea, and listened carefully as you talked about your worries and recent unfortunate events.
During that time, he received a lot of calls and texts, but he turned his phone on silent because his main priority was you.
He hugged you tight, telling you that he'd always be there for you, no matter what. One hand would gently massage your hair, and the other would massage your back. It hurt him so damn much to see you like this and hear you sob in his arms. He wanted to hurt everyone who caused you to end up like this, and he was very vocal about his intentions.
"You can't protect me from the world, Albert. All you can do is be here for me when I need it."
He didn't like your response or agree with your opinion, but for now, he kept you tight to his chest.
He usually stays until you feel better, and then he leaves to do his work. He will be worried all day because you're still on his mind, so he checks on you frequently, promising to take you on a small trip to calm your mind.
The government agent is always busy. He's either stuck in his office completing paperwork, training new recruits, or on a mission on the other side of the globe.
He wasn't away on the field, so when he saw your text, he immediately responded. Even if he was busy doing desk duty or fighting, he would try to respond asap (he will hide in a corner if he had to, if that means he'll get five minutes of peace to text you back because he knows how worried you can get).
"What's wrong, doll?"
"I don't feel well. Can you come over?"
A pretty demanding text means an urgent need, so he left early, abandoning everything he had scheduled for today. That annoyed some of his superiors, but he got away without much trouble.
Leon tried his best to arrive on time. He was being pressured by time and worry; he drove like a maniac to your place on his motorcycle, but he stopped to buy your favorite sweets.
"I bought you something good," he said, smiling in the doorframe and opening the bag to show the inside. However, his smile dropped.
"Have you been crying?" he asked, quickly cupping your face and caressing your cheeks with his thumbs. Your face was flushed and very warm to the touch, and your eyes were swollen and teary.
"Yeah...petty reason."
"You don't cry like that for a petty reason," he said as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. You quickly hugged him and burried your nose at the crook of his neck. He hugged you back tight, a trail of kisses caressing your skin, starting from your neck to your face.
He guided you to the bed, where he listened to you and held you tight. His fingers kept brushing over your face, and his lips would occasionally press tiny, affectionate kisses over your skin. His body was glued to yours, and the warmth from such an intimate embrace made you feel safe. You felt safe not only to express your emotions, but you also felt sheltered from the rest of the world.
"You are not alone," he whispered as his hand caressed your back in a gentle manner. "I told you, no matter how hard it gets, we'll find a way to get through it together."
He usually stays until he makes sure you feel better. After that, he texts you the whole day, asking how you feel because he can't ease his own anxiety. He promised to take you on a vacation.
He noticed your text right away, but he's stuck with his research and can't reply instantly. He will text you back as soon as he can.
"What's wrong, mi bella princesa?"
"I just don't feel okay. Can you come over?"
With much difficulty and a lot of excuses, he manages to leave his laboratory and come to your place.
Upon seeing your red and watery eyes, he quickly came inside and cupped your face.
"Have you been crying?" he asked, worried, his fingers brushing over your warm, red cheeks.
"yeah...petty reasons." You tried your best to smile.
"Querida, you don't cry like that because of petty reasons." He gently kissed your forehead.
He pulled closer to him, and you quickly hugged him, buring your face into his chest. Luis kept kissing you and whispering kind words to help you feel better.
"Just talk to me, ok? There isn't anything in this world that we can't get through."
Despite the firm grip around your body, he managed to caress you with tenderness. His strokes were as delicate as a feather, and every soft kiss felt warm and loving.
He was so kind and gentle, and his attitude only made you more vulnerable, so you started crying again.
"Please, my love, don't cry. It breaks my heart to see you like this." He whispered.
He guided you to the bed and cuddled with you. His arms were wrapped around your body, and his nose was buried in your hair.
"Is there anything I can do to make it all go away?" He said, hand stroking your back.
"No, just hold me like this."
It breaks his heart to see you like that, so he kept thinking about making you feel better.
"How about you and I go for a walk?" He said this as his fingers ran through your smooth hair. "Or we can stay here and cuddle; watch that movie you like. I can make something to eat, and we can relax."
"It sounds good," you said, your smile making a shy return. "I'm sorry if I freaked you out."
"it's fine." He pressed a lingering kiss on your cheek. "You know I'm always here for you."
"I know, and I appreciate that." You caressed his face, your fingers exploring every inch, going through his fluffly hair over his beard and over his lips. You two were looking at each other with the same enamoured gaze as in the beginning.
"We can spend some time tomorrow if you want," he added, being enchanted by the shared intimate moment, feeling drawn in by your presence, and wanting to spend more time with you.
"What about work?" you asked.
"Don't worry, as much as I hate it, I will find the lab in the same place I left it today."
Your light chuckle made him feel a little better. Whenever you are sad, he feels his heart shatter into tiny pieces. You mean the world to him, and he'd do anything to protect you.
He was training the new recruits when his phone buzzed in his pocket. After a quick glance, he gave the men a five-minute break so he could respond to you. Jack blames himself for not giving you proper attention since he is always on the field, so when he can, he drops everything and focuses on you entirely.
"What's wrong, beautiful?"
"I don't feel well. Can you come over?"
His subordinates were thrilled to find out that they had the rest of the day off.
He is a punctual man, so he arrives on time and not a minute late, holding a bag with your favourite snacks.
He tried to hide his worry behind a comforting smile. He quickly noticed your puffy face and teary eyes.
"Have you been crying?" he asked in a low tone, coming closer to you. He cups your face and brings you closer to him, pressing small, gentle kisses all over your face. His tenderness was endearing, so much so that warm tears began to drip down your cheeks again.
"It's just...petty reasons." You said it with a trembling voice.
"Bullshit."
He pulled you closer to his chest and held you tight. His hands were stroking your back, his head pressed to yours. His much larger frame swallowed you whole, seeming as if you had disappeared completely.
You felt safe in his arms. It was so warm and comforting, and not only his embrace made you feel this way, but also his reassuring words that he'd whisper constantly.
He carried you to the bed, and as he was sitting close to you, he brushed his fingers over your check and listened closely to what you had to say. It broke his heart to see you like this, and he couldn’t stop asking himself if, if he were there more often for you, you would still end up like this. This type of question tormented him, and you could feel that.
“I’m sorry, maybe it’s a lot too dump on you.” You said this as you caressed his face, your fingers trailing over his scars.
“No, not at all, love.” He took your hand and placed a lingering kiss in your palm. “I just wish I was there for you more often.”
“Don’t put so much pressure on yourself. The important thing is that you’re here now, and that means a lot to me."
You felt his lips kissing you softly once your head was pressed against his chest.
He still feels guilty, but it doesn't press over his shoulder as hard anymore. He promised to spend more time with you.
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(Flufftober 2023) Corn Maze
Main Masterlist I Archive Of Our Own
Flufftober 2023 Masterlist I Prompts List
Tags : Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Corn Maze, Flufftober 2023, Reader is genderless
(Flufftober Day 29)
"Are you sure?"
You couldn't resist but gaze into the allure of the cornfield. The hues of orange and green enchant the backdrop in front of you. The sun above your head is painted a vibrant yellow. Its warmth saturated the air as if it were a summer night.
The scene felt almost surreal. You were suspended between reality and reverie, which played tricks on you. Because. How could the sky be so beautiful but feel so strange at the same time?
With your eyes, you could see a pastel blue sky entwined with the shades of gray and white of the clouds, lending them an abstract vibe.
The man before you gave a warm, teasing smile as he pedaled his bike. "You know, I'm an expert at this maze. Just leave everything to me, shall we?"
"Okay," you breathed with a hint of tiredness in your voice, playfully pinching his waist. "But we are not lost, aren't we?"
Cycling during the day, especially in the heart of an endless corn maze, isn't a good idea. Yet, after trying to find a hidden gem place to spend your lovely day, Jack invites you to discover his corn maze adventure, and honestly, it's kind of hard to refuse.
His endearing gestures and his charming moves melted you even more and made you surrender to his sweet words.
His eyes, his words, the way he talks to you, and the slight tender kiss he plants on your lips—it feels like magic work, hypnotized, and it's a kind of enchantment, rendering you with a red hue on your cheeks.
He rode the bike gently, trying to make you comfortable. "Well, but you agreed to go on a corn maze trip; you can't complain about it, right?"
"Alright, fine. You win this time."
With each pedal, he hummed a gentle melody, and you tilted your head, observing a bird swaying on the horizon. The sunlight joyfully bathed your presence, caressing your visage with its yellow hue.
Summoning your spirit, you fixed your gaze on the broad back in front of you—the protector, the guardian who shielded you from every harm every single day.
How could you forget these facts? Even when he says something crazy or nonsensical, his love and protection will always stay in your life, no matter what.
Suddenly, you wrapped your arms around Jack's waist, embracing him gently with your love, cradled in his scent, and showering him with your love. Your sweat danced in the air as his lips curled into a subtle smile.
"What's up? Are you tired?" He mused.
"No, Jack. I just realized that the corn maze trip isn't that bad. Thank you for inviting me."
He giggled. "Oh, darling, you're welcome."
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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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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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BSAA reader getting kidnapped by Krauser, who brings you to Wesker. Wesker asks Krauser to stay and help with your "interrogation" after hours. They take you out of the holding cell and into the labs. They start out just trying to get information, but get more and more touchy, and Wesker starts threatening you with syringes while Krauser stands behind you and holds your arms. He messes around with a few different needles before picking one and injecting you with it. You start to panic and try to make them tell you what it was, but you barely get a few words out before you start to feel hot and now you're confused and not even fighting. Wesker comments on your behavior and brags that it wasn't a virus he gave you, that comes later. What he gave you now was an incredibly powerful aphrodisiac, and by the time he's done explaining, you're not even listening. You're grinding your ass against Krauser, who now has to hold you up to keep you from collapsing. They rip off your BSAA patches and then your clothes(Krauser uses his knife to cut your clothes off 😩), and the two of them take turns with you till you pass out
The next thing you know, you wake up with virus powers, in a bed in Wesker's quarters, Wesker in bed next to you and Krauser asleep in an armchair near the bed.
You send the BSAA your letter of resignation and a selfie of yourself wearing Wesker's shirt in bed with the two of them sleeping in the background
HELLO?????
#spirit submissions#gothghostiie#ask ghostiie#cw kidnapping#tw kidnapping#kidnapping#dubcon#cw dubcon#tw dubcon#albert wesker#resident evil#dead by daylight#wesker#dbd#albert wesker x reader#nsft#krauser#jack krauser#krauser x reader#jack krauser x reader#wesker x reader#ghostiie goes dark
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