#jack krauser x reader

[mrswint3rs]

“If I gotta sin to see her again then I’m gonna lie.”

pairings - dad’s boss krauser x fem! reader

summary- you end up on your knees for the stranger you allowed into your house while your father was away, not knowing he was your fathers boss.

content / warnings: unrealistically fast paced (cant help it), 99% smut, age gap (r! is in her 20’s, Krauser is in his 40’s), krauser is a major douche (at least in the beginning), quick bj, gagging, head shoving, mentions of power play, implied that reader is inexperienced, heavy d/s dynamics, mentions of sending nudes, lots of sneaking around & secret relationship, brief pussy tasting (??), use of sir, rough & unprotected sex, forced creampie, praise and degradation, random cut off because i was about to have another 2 week long meltdown and just want to be done !! (seriously sorry)

wc. 2.1k

a/n- title from rev 22:20 (don’t shoot the messenger version) by puscifer. sorry for taking forever!! my mental wellbeing has not been.. well. if this is shit, pretend its not :3 wanted to make it long but i feel like i shouldn’t have 😭 feedback PLZZZ… can’t tell if im getting better or worse atp.

The moment that front door swung open and you laid your eyes upon the man, everything in you changed. A gruff face greeted you, devoid of any readable emotion. He was honestly scary as shit at first. Had those cold eyes that looked like they’d seen everything. You just froze in the doorway staring, not bothering to be subtle with your ogling. He had a presence about him that demanded every ounce of your attention.

“Your dad home?” he eventually questions after the clearing of his throat. “Assuming you’re the brat he’s always braggin’ about.” Right. Your father. Of course he was here for your father.

The words you try to form almost die in your throat. “He’s uhm…at the store right now but you can come back later or something… Might be a while.” you stammer out. But the man simply brushes past you, welcoming himself to your home.

“No. I’ll wait here.”

He sinks into the couch, propping his shoes up on the table. Not a care in the world. Snatched up the remote and switched it off the channel you were watching prior to his visit.

Who the hell was this entitled motherfucker? And why was he so adamant on staying?

“No shoes in the house,” you reply meekly. He doesn’t budge. Just looks at you with that deadpan expression again as if you pissed him off greatly. Makes your stomach churn.

“Take em’ off for me then.”

Silence fills the room. The audacity of this asshole to reply to you like that. He looks down at you expectedly. The corner of his mouth twitching upward into a half-smirk. There was a certain smugness to him that angered you to your core. For some reason turned you on.

But you weren’t one to say no to people. Too afraid of angering them. Especially since you didn’t know his importance to your father. Maybe he got mixed up in some bad shit. This dude didn’t seem like the type to be buddy buddy with anyone, let alone your dad.

Hesitant, you kneel down, taking the time to unlace his boot. He raises an eyebrow, amused by the fact that you didn’t even question.

He enjoys a little power play, especially with an obedient thing like you. He could easily get addicted to it. You had that cowering look that he so craved. That look made him want to break you.

Your hands shake, fumbling to untie the second knot. “Good girl.” He coos. Your cheeks burn hot with humiliation and something else entirely. Something that’s a little too appealing.

He was a man of few words, but when he did speak, you damn near hung on every syllable. His eyes are narrowed into slits, studying you with great interest. He takes in every little detail, watching your every move intently as if you were giving him a private show. The pressure of his gaze makes you forget what you’re doing. You knew you didn’t have to listen to him, but you were. And you’d do whatever he told you to.

Which is what led to the ache in your knees and jaw. Before that day, you’d never experienced one of those ‘it just happened’ scenarios. Sexual acts didn’t ‘just happen’. They were planned, thought out. Not true at all it seemed. You weren’t thinking at all, couldn’t even remember what led you to gagging up and down on this strangers cock. It just happened. First blowjob and it was for this random douche who barged into your house.

A hand grips the back of your head, guiding you, forcing you to take him deeper. “Use your tongue, doll. Like I told you.” he grunts, shoving you back down again. You try. Failing miserably to lick along his length. Your throat constricts around him and he doesn’t cut you any slack, using it as his personal flesh-light.

“Keep suckin’ i’m not through with you.” You’re a drooling, crying mess. Just what he adores. “Make me cum.” he loosens his grip, letting you finish up on your own. But the second you try to come up to catch your breath, he shoves you back down. “Not done til’ i’m done, understand?”

Attempting to nod your head, you resume bobbing up and down on his length. Trying to ignore the cramp in your neck. You wanted it to end quickly. Not because your father was expected to arrive home soon. But because you wanted the man to tell you that you did good for him.

Focusing more on the head of his cock, your hand grips and twists along the rest, using your spit as lube. You weren’t at all confident in your abilities, but it seemed to work magic on him.

Without warning, he releases his sticky white ropes of cum into your mouth, cock twitchy and red. “Swallow for me. Lemme see… open that pretty little mouth.”

His hand cups your jaw, beefy fingers prying your lips apart to make sure you did as you were ordered. A look of satisfaction crosses his face and he lets you go. “Good girl. Now run along and get yourself cleaned up.”

Only then were you able to ground yourself. What a mess you were. Hair disheveled and face soaked in a combination of tears and drying slobber, a pool of need between your thighs.

He works to refasten his belt after pulling his pants back up. So casual like that didn’t happen. Like he does this all the time.

And you still didn’t even know his name. Didn’t know how he knew yours. Not until your dad got back from the store, multiple bags of groceries in hand. When he sees the man, he both lights up and dims down.

“Krauser… Hope my daughter was good company? Sorry for the wait.”

“Sure was,” he replies simply and a feeling of dread washes over you and you fight the urge to run and hole yourself up in your room as soon as possible.

Krauser. You’d heard that name before. Many times. That same name your father cursed when he got home from work every day. Krauser. Your father’s boss.

You told yourself that’d be the last time you’d see him. That what happened would never again be brought up and you’d forget it ever happened.

Safe to say it was only the start.

The first time was difficult. Your thumb hovered over that send button for at least twenty minutes before you finally just said fuck it and sent it. Had you burying your face into your pillow, heart racing like you were on the verge of a heart attack. Not like you sucked his dick just two weeks ago or anything. Somehow this was more nerve racking.

Quickly you learned, bra and panty pics earned you bulge pics. Tit pics earned you full dick pics. And moaning into the phone for him?

That earned a visit.

“Open your window for me.” he texts, and you hurry to do so. You pace around in circles, wondering if he’s just screwing around. Why would a grown ass man go through these hoops?

Seems he was as desperate for you as you were for him.

The second he climbs through, you open your mouth to speak and his hand clasps over it, burly arm pushing you against the wall. His eyes stare daggers into your widened ones as if trying to shrink you down in size.

“Quietly, and quickly, you’re gonna get on that bed and undress for me.” he removes his hand, backing off to undo his belt.

No time to spare it seems. As soon as your clothes are off, he’s on you. In an instant, your wrists are pinned above your head, thighs pulled apart revealing the pooling mess between them. His cock lays heavy against your stomach as he drinks you in, an almost crazed look etched onto his face.

He rubs his length through your folds, getting a feel of your warmth and he has to fight back his groans. He smacks it against your clit, watching as your face contorts. Looks real pretty to him, but he’d never grant you the privilege of hearing that.

The head of his cock probes at your entrance, teasing its way in and making you clench around nothing when it’s removed. “Don’t tell me, you’re a virgin?” he cocks a brow.

“No..n-no, sir. I’m not.”

“Good. Don’t need to worry about going easy on ya’..”

Without warning, he fills you all the way, drawing out a whine from your lips. He starts to roll his hips, slowly at first, before picking up pace, skin slapping loudly against yours. You cry out, in pain or ecstasy? He can’t tell. Just knows it’s a danger to be this noisy and he wasn’t going to sacrifice his pleasure simply because you couldn’t take him. Again, his hand clasps over your mouth, muffling your sweet cries as he continues to roughly rut into you.

“Wanna get caught, hm?” he asks, shooting a warning glare down at you. You rapidly shake your head no, blinking back the tears that sting your eyes. “Then be a good girl, and keep your fucking mouth shut.”

Hypocrite. He’s groaning and grunting up a storm, getting lost in the feeling of being inside you. You can tell by the way his face scrunches up all ugly that he’s already close. Every thrust, your headboard hits the wall. The wall separating your room from your father’s.

Krauser feels himself nearing his end, beginning to pull out. But you wrap your legs around his waist, trapping him inside. He has no strength left, his warm, white ropes spurt into you, seemingly having no end. Your walls contract around him, completely milking him for all he has.

His breaths come out, hot and husky against your sweat glistening skin. And he looks like he’s on the verge of passing out.

“You on birth control?” he mumbles out, trying to bring himself back to reality. When you confirm, he lets out a heavy sigh of relief and is able to relax his heart rate a bit.

That is, until you both hear the sound of the floor creaking outside of your bedroom in the hallway.

He’s quick to pull his pants back up, and take his leave. But he stops a moment, leaning down to whisper into the shell of your ear. “I’ll text you. I’ll get us a reservation soon.” His lips press to the side of your cheek, lingering a second or two before he rushes out.

Less than 24 hours after, and you receive a phone call, informing you of where to meet him. You feel a but guilty, knowing he’s given your father more hours just so you can get away with this while he’s away at work. But this isn’t something you’d give up easily.

You beat him there, first to get the keys to the room reserved for two. It’s a pretty decent place, not the type you see in those movies where they’re having an affair. Krauser was head of a corporation, after all. Of course he was loaded.

The key twists along with the doorknob and you let yourself into the room. Spacious for only one bed. Almost the size of a studio apartment. Well, not quite that big. But still impressive.

You flop down on the bed, taking your shoes, socks and everything else off. You were ready this time. You lie naked on the bed, confident in waiting for him.

The knob twists again, and your confidence is instantly revoked, replaced with that nervous feeling once more. You shame yourself for it, but that’s what he liked about you anyway.

“I’m off for the rest of the day, sweetheart.” his hands work at unlooping the tie around his neck as he makes his way toward the bed in the middle of the room. He sees you waiting, and the blood immediately rushes down south. His pants start to feel a tad too tight. Suffocatingly tight.

Something about you simply made him weak. He couldn’t control himself, and nor could you. You could see the hunger in his eyes. The way he looked at you was like a starved wolf, about to trap its prey between its teeth.

“Waitin’ long?” he grins, removing the rest of his restraints. “I promise, I’ll make sure it’s worth all the trouble.”

His hands pry your legs apart, and his face lowers to your cunt. His nose nudges your clit, his tongue teasing your opening. “So wet already… been thinking about me?”

#jack krauser x reader #jack krauser smut #jack krauser #resident evil krauser #resident evil x reader smut #resident evil x reader #fem reader

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

✧˚ · .Painting their portrait ✧˚ · .

Note: I hope everyone is doing well 💖 I hope you will enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it 💖 If you want to commission me check my ko-fi and pinned post for prices. Thank you!

When he found out about your talent, he immediately bought you the most expensive equipment. Whether you like to paint on a canvas or on a graphic tablet, he will buy you only the best products. 

He's very old-fashioned and wants a classic portrait. He'll arrange a proper setting to fit his taste. With a fireplace in the background, an expensive suit, and some other decoration that screams old money, he’ll sit with his legs crossed in his comfy chair while he looks at you. A soft smile would appear on his face, especially when you two locked eyes. You thought about painting that lovely smile and contouring those sweet dimples, but you know him better and chose to leave a stoic expression on his face. His soft side is for your eyes only. 

He won’t mind sitting for hours because he'll have the greatest company. You two will gossip about the hottest tea at work, talk about his latest projects, and besides that, he'll have his romantic moments when he tells you how much he cherishes you. 

The final result leaves him in awe.

"Darling, this is astonishing." He said, amber eyes studying every inch of the canvas and feeling an immense sense of pride washing over him. He couldn't take his eyes off your masterpiece.

"I knew you had it in you," he began after a short period of total silence. "Yet you managed to exceed my expectations."

You breathe a sigh of relief. Even if he was your boyfriend, it was hard to please him. He didn't coddle you, so when he praised you, you knew it was real. 

He will hang that portrait with pride in his office, and he’ll tell everyone with pride that his partner made the incredible art.

With the corner of his eye, he noticed how you kept shifting your gaze from your notebook to him. Sometimes you'd stare longer at him, and sometimes your hand would go faster and then slower as if you were trying to remember something. Sometimes, you would scratch your head with the pencil and sighed in frustration. 

Whatever you were doodling, it wasn't coming along as you wanted.

Not being able to control his curiosity anymore, he slowly approached your desk. 

"Whatcha doing there?" he asked, looking over your shoulder, directly in the notebook. A wide smile appeared shortly. 

You didn't hide the page in time, and Leon saw the sketches with his face. You drew him from three different angles. Even if you were in a hurry, you still captured his soft features—his genuine smile and his gentle gaze.

"I- uh-I..." you fumbled, hands going in random directions over the paper.

"You don't have to hide it. I think it looks good." He smirked and went back to his desk. 

"Thanks. Listen, I was taking a break, and I felt a bit of inspiration coming in-"

"You don't have to excuse yourself." He chucked and turned to face you. In that moment, you saw a faint blush on his cheeks. "I think it looks great, given how fast you draw."

"And given how much you fidget,"

He chuckled. 

"Seriously, man, lay off that coffee." 

You both laughed, making some people turn their attention to you out of curiosity. A quick glance around, and you quiet down a bit. 

"If you want to finish, I'll try my best to stand still." 

"I would appreciate that." 

You both smiled at each other. Time went by fast, and by the time you finished, the office was empty. None of you felt the time passing by as you got to know each other better. Leon loved his portraits and "stole" your notebook. 

He loved everything you did. Every gesture, every tic, everything was just perfect for him. 

What he cherished most was your talent when it came to art. Everything you touched turned into a masterpiece, something so beautiful that it can’t be described by a simple man. So, when you wanted to paint him, he looked at you in shock. 

"Me?" 

"Yes, you." 

"Why?" he chuckled. 

"Because I want to. And because I want an excuse to stare at your picture for hours while you are away on missions." 

He pulled you closer and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. 

"Alright. Make sure to highlight my good side." 

"As if you have a bad one." 

Despite loving how affectionate and supportive you were with him, he never understood why. He viewed himself as a rough, cranky man who got on everyone's nerve. For short, an asshole. But to you, he wasn't like that. Despite the hardships in his life, he still maintained a soft gaze. 

Naturally, he wondered why you wanted him to be part of your beautiful portfolio. And more importantly, did he deserve to be part of it?

For the next couple of days, he waited for you to finish. He would peek in your room to see the progress, but you didn't let him. You wanted to surprise him.

When he came back from his mission, arriving in your comfy apartment, you shoved your art in front of his face. 

"Do you like it?" you asked excitedly.

He reluctantly took the canvas and stared at it for a few seconds. It's not that he didn't like it. It's the fact that he didn't recognize himself. His scars weren’t so prominent, his eyes weren't so full of sadness and anger, and his lips were curved in a soft smile. His features were softer, friendlier, even. 

“This… I know it’s me, but it feels like I’m looking at a stranger.”

"Why do you say that?”

“It feels like you retouched my face.”

“Hmm, no, this is how you look in real life. You're not as tough-looking as you think."

He loves it regardless, and he loves you even more. 

His muse in this life was you. Every time he looked at you, every time he saw your pretty face, his mood would lighten up in a heartbeat. A catastrophe at the moment would turn into something insignificant, something he could overcome with ease.

What he loved most about you was your talent. He was amazed at the beautiful things you could create with your hands, unlike him. He found refuge in your art, staring at your finished and unfinished projects for hours.

"Mi dulzura, what masterpieces are you creating?"

"Thank you, mi rey. Wanna be part of them?"

He smiled. He approached you with light footsteps, rubbing your shoulders gently when he reached your back.

"I'd be honoured."

He was thrilled. Being fascinated by your talent, he wanted to ask you long ago, but he didn't want to overcrowd you as you had many projects and clients. He didn't want to put more pressure. He simply told you that he doesn't want anything fancy.

He waited every day for you to finish, barely containing himself from asking dozens of questions. You had to kick him out multiple times from your room because you wanted to surprise him.

"Luis," you called out, "it's done!"

He came in a hurry, and as expected, he loved the result. He wouldn't stop praising you for creating another masterpiece.

"This is...I have no words. It's simply stunning."

"Well, you are stunning," you said, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"I guess I really am your Prince Charming."

You chuckled and were ready to say something, but he caught your lips in a quick, gentle kiss.

From that moment on, he becomes your one and only muse. You'd paint him in various poses and various clothes, sometimes with you as well. He would sit near you, watching you do your magic without saying a word. He loves and respects what you do a lot. 

#resident evil #albert wesker #leon kennedy #luis sera #resident evil 4 remake #leon kennedy x reader #albert wesker x reader #luis serra x reader #jack krauser #jack krauser x reader #fluff #headcanons

[lipglossanon]

Turbo Killer

Real Dad!Leon S. Kennedy x daughter fem!reader (quasi foursome) w/ Dad!Jack Krauser x daughter!Ashley

shoutout to the anon who gave me this idea! It’s all smut so if your here for any plot, you’re looking in the wrong place 🤣

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, INCEST, DEAD DOVE, multiple pairings (slight Ashley x Leon & Krauser x reader before Leon x reader & Krauser x Ashley), fingering, dirty talk, kissing, unprotected sex, creampies

not proofread

title from Turbo Killer by Carpenter Brut

Your dad easily talks you into going up to the cabin for the weekend once he says Jack Krauser and his daughter are tagging along. Having someone else there helps keep your thoughts away from picturing you on your knees for Leon; you’re sure he wouldn’t appreciate the thought even as it makes you wet between the legs. (This messed up train of thought hasn’t stopped occurring since you accidentally walked in on him changing last week). 

Truthfully, after graduating college, you two don’t really see each other as much so it was a surprise he even invited you out for the weekend. To make up for lost time, he told you over the phone. So now, you’re pulling up in front of the family vacation home with your dad’s friend and his daughter parking behind. 

Ashley, Mr. Krauser’s daughter, is bubbly and sweet; she brings you out of your shell in no time even though you haven’t seen each other in years. You’re actually looking forward to this impromptu weekend getaway. Until hours later, you walk into the guest room and see your dad fingering Ashley on the bed. 

“Sorry, baby. You weren’t supposed to see,” his dark blue eyes stare at you, not stopping as he continues to press his fingers inside Ashley’s wet cunt which is bared to the room since her skirt’s flipped up over her hips. 

You don’t know what to say, completely rooted to the spot. Your own pussy throbs as you watch your dad finger your friend. She tries to get him to stop, but he’s pinning her in place, making her take his rough fingerfucking until she cries out. Ashely cums all over Leon’s fingers and he watches you the entire time. 

“Starting without me?” A rough voice rings out behind you. 

A pair of hands sneak around and grope your chest as Mr. Krauser presses against your back. Gasping low in your throat, you watch your dad drop his gaze from your eyes down to your breasts.

“Sorry, she just seemed like she needed it,” Leon smirks, looking up over your shoulder, and Mr. Krauser laughs. 

A calloused hand slides up your skirt and palms your mound. 

“Seems like this chubby little pussy’s soaking wet, sweetheart,” he growls loud enough for your dad to hear. 

“Is that so?” Leon’s stare makes you squirm, “bring her over here, we can share the bed. Right, princess?” he directs the last part to Ashley, who’s still trying to catch her breath.

She only whines in response, making both of them chuckle. 

“Let Jack take care of you, baby,” your dad coos as the other man guides you to the bed. 

In a blur of motion, Jack slips off his clothes before helping you out of your own. Glancing over to the side you watch your dad and Ashley do the same. Seeing Leon completely naked makes your clit pulse with heat. 

“Little pussy’s so wet already,” Jack praises, bending you over the bed and pushing you forward until you're on your hands and knees, mirroring Ashley’s position in front of you. 

“This one too,” Leon groans, “her cunt’s dripping all over the bed.”

You and Ashley whine, fingers tangling together to hold hands as each of your dad’s slide their fat dicks into your holes. 

“Aww look how sweet,” Jack mocks, “holding hands while we rail your sweet little pussies.”

Shuddering, you arch your back deeper, pressing against Jack as he pulls halfway out to thrust back into your cunt. A loud moan from Ashley pulls your attention back to the couple in front of you. 

“God your dad’s so big,” she whimpers, burying her face in the sheets as Leon hammers his cock deep into her pussy, balls slapping against her clit. 

“Yeah?” you mewl, eyes greedily watching as his slick shiny dick pulls out until just the head stretches her cunt open. 

“Yeah,” she repeats, shuddering as he bullies back into her soaked hole, “s’fat cock.”

You moan loudly and your dad’s dark blue eyes cut over to you; his gaze feels like a physical caress as he drags it down your body to see Jack splitting you open on his cock. 

“Your dad feels good, too,” you whimper, eyes fluttering shut as Jack bottoms out again, stretching you open deliciously, “oh god, Mr. Krauser, please.”

You watch as Leon fucks Ashley harder into the mattress, your own pussy fluttering wildly around Jack’s thick length as jealousy burns bright in your chest. You’re unable to stop looking at how his cock thrusts in and out of her wet pussy, the dizzying thought of wishing it were you making you leak more slick around Jack’s dick. 

“You like that?” a gravelly tone murmurs against your ear, “like watching your dad fuck my little girl?”

“Yes sir,” you whimper, knees spreading wider to arch your ass out, tits squished against the mattress as Jack presses his chest down along your back. 

“Bet you wish it was your sweet little cunt he was reaming, huh?” He chuckles meanly and bites your ear, “what a filthy slut, gagging for her daddy’s dick.”

Your loud cry gets muffled as Jack grinds his thick cock into the spongy spot along the front of your pussy while covering your mouth with his broad palm. 

“Be careful with her,” Leon growls out, eyes watching you two. 

Your pussy pulses and clenches around Jack and he groans. 

“Keep talking to’er and she’s gonna fucking cream all over my dick, Leon.”

Your dad grunts, hips losing their rhythm as he pounds into Ashley more roughly. 

“Is that true, sweetheart?”

Eyes rolling back, you squeal behind Jack’s palm as you grow even closer to cumming. 

“Yeah, daddy, you’re g’nna make me cum.”

Leon groans and pulls his cock out, hand tightening around the base so he doesn’t spill too early. 

“Daddy,” Ashley whines high in her throat, “wanna swap.”

Jack and Leon moan almost in unison.

“Swapping sounds good,” Jack grunts, eyes watching his daughter’s tits bounce as Leon fucks into her one last time before pulling out, “c’mon over here, princess, let daddy fill you up.”

Mewling, Ashley crawls forward as Leon grabs your arms to tug you over onto his side.

“Such a hot little cunt,” your dad moans, pushing your thighs up to your chest, “want daddy to split you open, baby?”

“Please, please,” you gasp, eyes rolling back when he smacks his cock down onto your clit, “please, daddy.”

“Fuck,” he bites out, notching the head at your drippy hole before sliding slowly into your snug walls, “fat fucking pussy needs dicked down, huh?”

“Uh huh,” you choke out a whine, “need it so bad.”

Another masculine moan echoes in the air as Ashley squeals. 

“Daddy, s’too deep,” she whimpers, “you’re going to f-fast.”

“But you’re pretty pussy’s taking it so well, princess,” he goads, laughing when he pulls out and bullies his cock back into her soaked cunt, “look at that, my pretty girl’s made for taking her dad’s dick.”

Listening to Jack fuck Ashley sends your arousal spiraling higher. 

“How’s that sweet hole, Leon? Good?” Jack grunts, hips snapping forward to bury himself fully inside his daughter. 

“S’good,” your dad sighs as he slowly thrusts in and out making you clench repeatedly around his fat length, “fuck, better than her mom.”

Jack laughs crudely, “Same here.”

You whimper up at Leon who smiles down at you. 

“My special girl,” he leans forward and kisses you messily, tongue licking into your panting mouth. 

You lose yourself to your dad’s tongue filled kisses as he grinds himself deeper into your cunt, leaking tip kissing your cervix and making you clamp down on him. The loud slap of skin meeting skin fades to white noise as you strain to listen to the little grunts and moans slipping from Leon’s mouth. 

Every now and then the squeals and whines from Ashley or low rumbling grunts from Jack will pull your attention, but it’s few and far between with the way your dad is rearranging your guts. 

“Daddy, ‘m close,” you whisper, tears beading your lash line as he rubs against your g-spot over and over again, “‘m so close.”

 “You’re gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna cream daddy’s cock and show’em how much you love this?” He croons nastily, fingers coming down to press against your clit, “gonna let daddy breed your soft little pussy?”

You head thrashes, hips bucking wildly before he presses down on your waist with his free hand to pin you down on the bed. 

“Tell me, sweetheart,” his voice hardens, “say it.”

“Want daddy to breed me,” you gasp out like it hurts to say, “want you to breed my pussy.”

A throaty groan slips out and he circles your clit with quick firm swipes of his fingers. 

“Of course, baby,” he smiles, all faux sweetness that sticks to your tongue like rotten honey, “daddy only wants to make you happy.”

Your pussy flutters and clenches around him as he continues to tease your swollen clit. Ashley’s moaning has you twisting your body so you can look back at her and Mr. Krauser. Jack has his daughter bent in a full nelson now, cock pistoning up into her cunt as slick drips all down her thighs and his balls. 

“Daddy, feels so good,” her toes curl as her eyes flutter, “love it so much.”

You watch her breasts bounce, nipples hard, while Jack hammers up into her sopping wet hole. She whimpers and tosses her head back against his shoulder and he growls down at her. 

“Looks fun,” Leon whispers against your ear, grabbing your attention back, “wanna try that next? After daddy stuffs your sweet little cunny.”

Body shuddering, the band of arousal tightens a fraction more as he pinches your clit and fucks into your pussy. 

“D-don’t call it that,” you plead, tears slipping from the corner of your eyes.

“Hmm? Don’t like cunny, sweetheart? Only like when I call it your pussy?” He laughs mockingly, “don’t think it matters. I’ll call it what I want since I own it. This is daddy’s little hole.”

More slick gushes around his cock and he laughs harder, hips rabbiting into your squelching heat as you cry, feeling too much but not enough— the need to cum overwhelming in its intensity. 

“The first time, I wanna watch your face as you cum around my cock,” he kisses the apple of your cheek, dichotomic from the harsh way he bullies his cock into your cunt.  

He pulls back to spit on the hood of your clit, fingers smearing it across the pudgy bundle of nerves until you’re keening high in your throat. 

“I’m gonna cum,” you pant, gaze trapped on his, “fuck, daddy, you’re gonna make me cum.” 

A few more grinding thrusts rubbing against the spongy spot at the front of your cunt paired with his slippery fingers on your sensitive clit is enough to push you over the edge, the band of arousal snapping and letting your orgasm overtake your senses. 

“That’s it, squeeze my cock, sweetheart,” he murmurs down at your twitching body, “daddy’s so close to breeding your hot little cunt.”

Your pussy clenches and pulses around his cock as he thrusts forward, never fully leaving your hole until he buries himself balls deep. With a low groan, he pumps his thick load into your cunt, walls milking him as thick spurts of cum fill your pussy until it’s leaking out around his dick. 

“Damn, haven’t nutted that hard in years,” he kisses you sloppily on the lips, “my sweet daughter’s got the kinda pussy that’s made for daddy’s creampies, huh?”

With another low chuckle, he pulls out with a loud squelch, hissing as his half hard cock rests on your mound, smearing creamy spend all over your pussy lips. He presses you down into the bed with his body as he kisses you, biting your bottom lip before drooling a line of spit into your open mouth. 

“Drink up,” he pats your cheek, “daddy likes it when girls swallow.”

Goosebumps break out across your skin, sucking Leon’s tongue into your mouth and swallowing the spit he gives you. Jack’s low groan pulls your dad’s gaze and in turn yours; he has Ashley on her back, cock buried in her pussy as she digs her nails into his shoulders. 

“Cumming, princess,” his hands flex on her thighs as he bucks against her, “take it, take it.”

With a low whine, Ashley scratches down Jack’s chest, “Feel so full, daddy. I’m g’nna cum again.”

Leon continues to kiss down your neck, biting and sucking the skin while you watch Ashley cum on her dad’s dick as he pumps her full of his load. When Jack pulls out, his cock’s covered with a mix of cum and slick, making your own pussy flutter around nothing. Your dad’s hot mouth suckles a hard nipple as he pinches the other making you cry out, drawing the attention of the other two. 

“Round two?” Jack asks, scarred face grinning as he gestures down to his half hard cock. 

Leon hums and raises up to face him, “Sure, but I’m using this little pussy all night.”

“We can swap some other time,” Mr. Krauser grins at him, smacking his cock down onto his daughter’s messy cunt, “I’m happy with this for now.”

Leon grins in return, “Me too.”

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[admirxation]

An Imbalanced Deal

trainer!Jack Krauser x afab!trainee!reader

summary: Krauser can take you far, maybe even get you out into the real world faster than the rest, but you must do something in return for that large favour.

cw: this fic will contain dub-con with the power imbalance; please read the warnings and continue at your own discretion // dub-con, power imbalance, manipulation, thigh touching, thigh fucking, degrading, neck kisses, p in v, unprotected sex & creampie. (word count: 3.3k)

The training facility loomed with its austere walls and regimented atmosphere. You were walking towards Krauser's office as he wanted to discuss your progress. You were the newest recruit, alongside a man called Leon, but you didn't know much or even speak to him to know anything other than his name and that he was in a similar position as you. You were forced, against your will, due to some special encounters you had with Umbrella.

When you joined, you just kept to yourself, wanting to get this training over and done with, and it seemed to be working fine until now with this sudden meeting. Everyone knew how difficult Krauser was on the recruits, no, on every one; this was present in the nicknames he gave to people; you first noticed this with Leon being called "rookie" and further experienced this with him having no hesitation in telling people that they were pathetic, he always went straight for the jugular of people's insecurities. But he never did this to you.

It was different with you; if you made a stupid mistake, he would call you on it, but in a good and constructive criticism sort of way, something the other recruits noticed and developed a strong jealousy towards you. He didn't even give you nicknames; he just called you by your last name. Since then, everyone had isolated you with all the favouritism you had — like it was somehow your fault.

You continued to wait outside, hearing muffled footsteps through the door as you tried to straighten your posture and fix your clothes, gathering the courage to knock on the door as you waited for the clock to hit the exact time.

With a deep sigh, you knocked and awaited his call.

"Door's open," you heard his deep voice through the wooden door.

You entered slowly, pushing the door and stepping into a dimly lit office space. He was sitting in a seat close to the other, the one you would be sitting in by the looks of it, and you were surprised that it wasn't the conventional behind-the-desk setup like most office spaces had.

As you got closer to your seat, you noticed his gaze remained intense; you couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine as you remained under his scrutinous stare. You felt your hands tremble while you placed them to the sides of your thighs, but this made an amusement within Krauser as he continued to watch your timid demeanour, smiling to himself when he noticed how you avoided eye contact with your eyes shifting everywhere in the room but only occasionally at him. He just took your nervous acts as an opportunity to steal more looks at you, trapped in thought as he looked you up and down.

You felt that you were almost trapped in this small and dark room, feeling small and vulnerable as you moved closer and sank into the chair next to him, fully aware of how small you were compared to him. For a moment, your thigh grazed against his, and you tried with all your effort to keep your legs together and away from him, your hands neatly placed in your lap, then moving to the sides as you nervously couldn't be able to decide how to make a normal body language.

The air felt heavy and tense, with the looks and unspoken words currently hanging between you two. However, before speaking, Krauser continued to study you. He watched as you looked at the floor, then the bookshelves, constantly at the clock, and he loved how shy you were with him. He knew you weren't confident, with your reserved nature and inability to make friends with the others, but seeing you nervous because of him felt like a little treat only he could indulge in.

"How have you been finding the training so far?" his words finally broke the silence.

His calm and careful speech was strange to you; you were used to the constant anger in his words, and you even heard from other people when you trespassed on their conversation with the casual eavesdrop that he was rude and arrogant. You had never experienced that yourself, and you thought maybe they were overreacting; but now you were starting to understand their disliking further than just the nicknames and insults, more than the description of rudeness or arrogance. You felt intimidated and out of control, and you hated that. You couldn't stop the nerves, getting worse as your palms continued to tremble and be dampened by the producing sweat.

You swallowed the lump in your throat before speaking, feeling like your mouth suddenly went dry as you shifted in the stiff chair, acutely aware, now, of how he remained to give you intense gazes as he awaited your answer: "It's been... challenging, sir," you managed to reply with your tone of voice being barely above a whisper, "But I am learning a lot and c-continuing to try my best," you couldn't help but stammer in your speech.

He nodded, his eyes narrowing slightly as he continued to subjugate you with a stare that lasted uncomfortable long: "I've noticed that dedication," you couldn't help but like the sound of his voice; it was low, smooth but with a hint of grovel in it, it was intriguing, "and your willingness to learn and improve is... impressive."

You let out a half-smile, wanting time to hurry up and stop you from being trapped in these walls. You kept checking the clock; of course, time felt like it was going as slow as possible. On top of that, to your shock, his compliment made a blush creep onto your cheeks, feeling the warmth spread despite the cold chill in the room. That warm sensation was unwelcome; you even felt stupid for blushing at a superior's comments, especially when you have never been interested in him. But while you were questioning and mentally reprimanding yourself for that blush, his seat moved closer to yours, and his leg now slightly touched your side.

"In this line of work, seeing someone with actual potential is refreshing."

Your heart began to race as you noticed the proximity of your bodies; you could hear and feel that pulsating pounding in your ears, complete with the warmth you felt from your heart continuously pounding, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks. You tried to ignore it, but your body wouldn't comply with what your mind tried to dictate. You could decipher the looks he provided; these were ones of longing, but there was also lust in those looks as he examined and continued to have you in the focal point in his peripheral vision.

You were the target of all his desires. You sensed where this meeting was going, as it unravelled before you.

"Is that all you wanted to say, sir? I hate to cut it short, but I must get going; I have training,” your voice had a high-pitched tinge as you tried to make up some excuse and escape the situation. But you were just met with Krauser leaning back in his chair and playing a faint smirk at the corner of his lips. That smirk taunted you, and his facial expression said, 'I do not believe you.'

"Oh, are you now? With who?"

"Um, Kennedy... Yes, he and I want to train together today," you were hurriedly trying to get the words out, praying to yourself that the excuse would be believed, but you could just tell you were going to be dealt a bad hand.

Your breath caught in your throat as he leaned forward, reaching his hand out and brushing his fingers against your thigh. You froze, and your mind continued to race as you tried to process and understand all this. You experienced a jitter through your body as you felt those soft grazes.

"Don't lie to me," fuck.

"I-"

"You... are lying. There's no scheduled time with your name, and you've never spoken to the rookie. Nice try, but that excuse was... disappointing."

"I'm sorry, sir."

"That's better. Now, I will tell you why I wanted you here," his voice became lower with a husk in his tone, "You see... I believe…I know, you have the potential to excel even further, but that will require a level of... closeness between us. I can provide you with a much-needed connection to ensure good things come your way; I can even get you out here quicker... And I know that's what you all want, to get out of his hell hole." He continued to smirk, knowing he had the upper hand as he proceeded to graze his fingers along the clothed plush of your thigh, then turning into his large hand grabbing it; you felt your chest rise for a quick and small moment as your breathing quickened as he continued to squeeze and go upward to your waistband gently.

"S-sir, don't think you think this is inappropriate?" you couldn't help but continue to stammer, frozen by how he freely explored; he wanted to go deeper and rip your clothes off like he always desired since the moment you sauntered over and caught his attention.

But he couldn't help but chuckle to himself softly, and that sound only sent an uncomfortable shiver down your spine as he knew he wouldn't listen to your pleas. "Oh," his voice dripping with amusement, "I didn't know you were so against getting out of here. I guess the isolating, lonely, harsh place gives you an inviting feeling, doesn't it? But by all means, stay. How could I be so silly as to think you wanted an advantage?" he pulled his hand away for a moment as he watched you squirm in thought.

You sat there, thinking to yourself, knowing that this was all inappropriate and that you had never even thought of Krauser in that way, but you weren't going to deny that this place was slowly killing you from the inside out; you saw how it was changing those around you, and he did make a correct observation that you didn't need to stay for all the years of the programme to get far — you weren't only the favourite because of looks, you had skill, you weren't going to be humble about it since how else would you have gotten there?

“So, what do you say?” His hand hovered around your waist, waiting for you to say yes.

“You’ve put me in a difficult decision, and I-”

“Ah, ah, ah, I don’t want to hear complaints… You either let me have what I want or leave… and who knows what will happen to you… Maybe even the worse.”

You couldn’t risk that. You didn’t want to; if this situation had never happened, you wouldn’t even look at him that way; you just thought and tried to tell yourself that it would probably be shit if it were like the other men you had been with, it would be a quick deal, all you had to do was endure those few minutes, maybe fake an orgasm or two, and get everything you wanted. However, you knew you would have to put your dignity on the line for this. 

But dignity was a good trade for freedom. 

You nodded, continuing to look down as you accepted Krauser’s proposition; he continued to lay his hand on your upper thigh before making his way to your waistband again, freely exploring you like he had given you all the freedom to make a choice, you just stayed silent as he did whatever he wished. 

“Don’t go limp on me. Stand.” You did this slowly. "Hurry up.”

You stood and presented yourself in front of Krauser, and his large hands rested at the sides of your hips, pulling you closer and nestling your standing body in between his legs; you could already see a bulge in his pants, mentally preparing yourself for whatever he was going to do to you. Just endure; it’s just a few minutes, he’ll probably be really bad, and you’ll get to maybe laugh about it, you kept telling yourself as a way to calm your nerves.

“Such a beautiful girl,” he whispered to you as he started to unbutton your trousers, pulling them down and revealing your lace panties, “Hm, already prepared, it seems,” you couldn’t help but find it so gross how he was just going to use your body, making it easier to disassociate as you felt the skin of his fingers feel your lower half, moving your body automatically as he continued to take your top off and leaving your standing there with nothing but a bra and panties. “Take it all off me, now, sweetheart.”

His language was slow but eager at the same time, he wanted you more than anything, and all you could do was begrudgingly take your bra off and let it fall to the ground, kicking it to the side, and he watched the flesh of your breast exposed right in front of him; just the sight made him stand up and grab you in a deep and rough kiss, no passion just lust as he pressed the forming tent in his pants against your thigh and your pussy. You instinctively reciprocated the kiss, having your hands placed on his muscular arms, then his shoulders, wrapped around his neck as his hands wandered all over you, first grabbing and squeezing your tits, then grabbing the fat of your ass harshly as he kissed then moved to your delicate neck.

That was when you felt a throbbing sensation, a heartbeat pulsating, moving from your lower body and creating a knot in your stomach; that was when you realised that you liked this; your hands moved to his hair and ruffled it all up as you shared the same energy and pacing in this kiss that was becoming wetter with every interlock, feeling his cock twitch and wait to be inside you. The kiss went on long, but it felt short when you were starting to ease yourself into it, disappointed as it stopped but being met with the delight of seeing Krauser hurriedly taking his pants off, forcefully sliding his boxers down and experiencing a jolt of heated excitement as you saw his large cock spring up, already covered in a dribble of precum on the tip. 

You didn’t have long to admire him as he grabbed you by your hips, hard enough to leave slight marks, but you didn’t care if he threw you around like a ragdoll; you were just getting excited as you proceeded to share a kiss, as you moved your hand all the way down to his throbbing erection, wrapping your fingers around it and pumping it lightly — you felt a hitch in Krauser’s breathing as you showed more enthusiasm.

“Aren’t you eager… Put that whole front for nothing, didn’t you, you little slut?” he whispered in your ear as he placed his hand on yours and slowly removed it, “open your legs a little, now.” 

You obeyed, following suit and parting them slightly, eagerly awaiting the next move he had to make; you watched as he briefly rubbed his hard member before using his spare hand and placing it on the side of your thigh, slowly pressing his cock in between your thighs, moving back and forth when he was satisfied with how the fat of your thigh surrounded his hard cock. He let out a deep breath as he slowly continued to rock back and forth and feel how wet you were through your panties, pressing his fingers into your hips; you couldn’t help but release small, high-pitched moans as you felt it push alongside your folds, making you even wetter and wait for him to get bored and finally be inside you. Still, you were also not completely opposed to enjoying this sensation.

“Fuck,” he muttered as he thrust his hips and felt your wet heat surround his cock, “god, I need you.”

“Take me then,” you replied, biting your lip as you continued to feel your core tingle for him. 

“Why couldn’t you have been this eager at the start,” he let out a small and breathy laugh as he pulled his hips away from yours and tucked his fingers in the band of your panties, wasting no time in ripping them down and making a slight pain as you felt the fabric material rush against your skin, you winced a little, but Krauser didn’t care. 

All he cared about was how your beautiful, wet pussy was right in front of him and there for the taking, grabbing your hand and making your way to the wooden desk he had tucked in the corner of the room, throwing you on the hard, wooden surface. You felt pain in your elbows as you made contact with the desk, but your adrenaline was pumping inside you, bringing that sharp spiking pain to a minimum so you wouldn’t be distracted. He looked at your glistening cunt, for a moment: “such a pretty slut,” his words were harsh but alluring as he rubbed his length before rubbing the thick and wet tip along your bare slit, watching as you squirmed with just the mild contact along your core. Krauser couldn’t help but be so proud of himself as he got you begging for his cock like a little whore.

“You want me, don’t you,” he just couldn’t help himself but tease you as he watched you spread your legs for him. You nodded to answer, but that wasn’t enough, “use your words.”

“I w-want you so-so bad,” he waited for the magic word, “please, sir.”

With that, he slowly introduced his cock inside your walls, groaning quietly as he felt your warm and tight walls clasp around his length: “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he muttered as he continued to thrust his hips into yours, picking up the pace as placed his hands on the joint of your knees, his thumb pressing at the back of them and holding your legs that were already trembling.

You arched your back as he fucked you deeper; you felt the tip of his cock roughly kiss and bruise your cervix, whining and getting warmer as he pressed his fingers into your legs the harder he fucked you, getting more turned on when hearing his groans, and his laboured deep breaths. You cried out as he fucked you senseless, thinking how stupid you were in previous thought that you would have to fake everything; Krauser had to clasp his hand over your mouth with how loud he made you, he was slightly disappointed that he couldn’t let you cry and moan out and cum to the sound of his name on your tongue, but he had to keep this all a dirty secret, smirking to himself as he continued to thrust and penetrate your sopping wet cunt that felt like it belonged to him and him only, as you squirmed and let him go harder in your squelching pussy. 

That was when you felt it: a warm sensation that was going to roll from your core out to your mouth; you felt yourself reaching a climax and didn’t care how loud you were going to be. Your eyes began to roll to the back of your head, only exposing the whites of your eyes as you loudly released a groan as Krauser pulled one of your legs over his shoulder to get deeper, rubbing your clit with his thumb when he noticed you get closer. 

“Fuck… I’m so close,” he spat as he gritted his teeth, not wanting this moment to end but acknowledging his limit was close, “gonna fill that slutty hole up,” his degradation was only adding to how loud your orgasm was.

Accompanied by a grunted moan, you felt a hot, sticky rope flood your walls, filling you so full that the warm sensation started dripping out and surround Krauser’s cock. Then sharing a moment, just looking at each other and breathing heavily. 

as promised i am tagging @mrswint3rs (you should defo check out their fics as well)

a/n: i know i know i know i have been going on and on about doing some krauser stuff for ages but i finally managed to get the time and motivation to complete the wip that has been collecting dust in the google docs. so i hope you enjoy it, i begggg haha.

p. s. also i wanted to note that i wasn't sure if i should label this as dub-con since it isn't the traditional dub-con fics i have seen, but after discussing it with some people on disc and my own evaluation i wanted to label it as dub-con since even tho there is some enthusiasm towards the end the reader isn't presented with much choice, and there is a power imbalance. so if anyone is confused that is my explanation for it. i would rather maybe mistag with too much than ignore something and accidentally expose someone who didn't want to see that particular content. anyways i hope you liked this and all engagement is appreciated, hope everyone has a lovely day/evening, mwah mwah mwah.

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[issdisgrace]

LINGERIE I THINK THEY RESIDENT EVIL CHARACTERS WOULD WEAR

WARNINGS: Lingerie duh

WESKER

CARLOS

CHRIS

KRAUSER

LEON

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[blueysobssesions]

A Scene that haunts him forever...

~ He comes home not expecting the place full of blood... You and your child's blood...

(I'm so so sorry for making this :,) )

Characters ~ : Leon Kennedy, Chris Redfield, Albert Wesker, Jack Krauser ( Literally dads)

No… No! This can't be happening! He dropped his bag and stood there. The living room was almost painted with blood. He felt a cold shiver run down his spine as he saw you lying motionless on the floor. A knife was planted in your stomach, and… Oh god, his child… He fell to his knees and let out a scream of anguish. Tears were streaming down his face. “NO! NO! FUCK NO!” He yelled with agony; he couldn't look at the scene. His heart was pounding and his hands were shaking. He looked at you. Your eyes were closed while holding yours and his baby lifeless; he wanted to scream, hurt himself, and get revenge on whoever did this to his family. He felt like his world had collapsed, and he was unable to comprehend how someone could be so cruel. The pain and anger inside him were overwhelming, and he knew that he would never be the same again. He tried to get up and walk towards you. “Y/n… D/n… Please no…” He reached his hands to your cold cheek, His voice was weak and trembling. “I love the both of you… I promise I'll kill whoever did this,” he said…

“I.. I'm sorry, captain..."

“Piers… Please tell me I'm dreaming." Chris voice was shaky "I wish I could, Captain... But what we saw back there was..." Piers became silent when he saw Chris crying. He was devastated by what he said, and neither Piers nor the others knew that there was no easy way to console him. Chris suddenly slammed his desk. “Who... Who did it!” he yelled, and the others behind the door were worried. “We… We don't know... There were no clues that the victim left behind.” Chris was losing his balance; he sat down on his chair with a miserable face. “C/n… Is c/n okay...? Please tell me their okay" He pleaded, He can't handle losing you and his child at the same time. Tears streamed down his face as he waited for a response. The silence on the other end of the line was deafening, making him fear the worst. “I'm… sorry…” When he heard that, he broke down. The door was opened wide, revealing Jill with teary eyes. “Chris!” She ran towards him and embraced him tightly. She could feel him trembling as she whispered, "It's okay, it's okay, shush...." Piers couldn't help but cry too. You brought so much happiness to everyone. Your memory will always be cherished.

“Jake? Son, are you here?” He asked as he searched the living room. “Daddy!!” His head looked to his left, seeing his son with a teary and trembling figure running towards him. He immediately crouched down to embrace his son, asking him what was wrong. “Is everything alright? Where's mom? “S-something happened! M-mommy was screaming!” Suddenly, Wesker's eyes turned red. “Go stay at Uncle Chris; I'll handle this okay.” Jake nodded his head and went to the house next door. He stood up and walked towards the shared bedroom, not expecting this. The bed was covered in blood—your blood. He froze in shock, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. There you were, lying lifeless on the bed with a knife on your neck. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. ”Oh god… Dearest…" He walks to your side He checked for your pulse, and his heart sank as he realized that there was no pulse. He leaned down and kissed your forehead, saying, “Don't worry, my dear… I will show no mercy to whoever did this for now. Rest.”

He cries in agony as he held you and his child in his arms. “Please no… No…” he begged, His voice trembled as he looked at you with tear-filled eyes, his heart breaking at the thought of losing his family. His shirt was covered by you and his child's blood but he didn't care. Who would do this? He wished that he was dreaming all of this but no, it was all real. “I'll find whoever did this… I promise… I'll kill them for the both of you” he said as he clenched his fists, feeling the anger boiling inside him.

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[a-sleepy-raven]

Heya! Can you perhaps write some general relationship headcanons for leon, luis and krauser?

Hey there! Thank you for your request, I had a lot of fun working on this one. :) Hope you enjoy!

Characters: Leon Kennedy, Luis Serra, Jack Krauser

Notes: not proofread, might be slighty ooc

General relationship HCs (gn!reader)

Leon S. Kennedy

Leon is unfortunately quite used to losing people close to him, so he’s incredibly hesitant to actually start a relationship with you. He can’t help but be convinced that he’s going to lose you too sooner or later, be it because something happens to you or because you realize that he’s not what you want or need and decide to leave him – hence why he probably tries to push you away at first. 

However, once you manage to get him, Leon is yours forever. He’s a loyal and loving partner and will do everything in his power to make you happy, especially since he’s well aware that being in a relationship with him isn’t always easy. It honestly never ceases to amaze him that you’re willing to put up with all of this – the traumatic stuff he went through in the past, the fact that he’s not allowed to talk about anything regarding his work and that he sometimes has to leave for weeks without being able to tell you where he’s going – and he really appreciates that you’re still by his side.

Especially in the beginning of your relationship, Leon struggled with letting his guard down. Like I said, he has gone through so much and feels like he can’t deal with losing another person he cares about, so he has been really cautious and hesitant at first. But as the time passed and the two of you got closer, Leon found himself realizing that he can’t imagine his life without you in it. The fear of losing you will never leave him completely but he became more confident about your relationship over time and now, you’re one of the few people he trusts completely.

He’s not one to get jealous easily since he trusts you and knows that you would never betray him like that. But he still hates when others are clearly trying to flirt with you, especially if you’re obviously uncomfortable with the whole situation. It makes his blood boil when someone is unable to respect your boundaries, and in moments like that, he definitely won’t hesitate to step in.

Loves to cuddle with you. There’s just something so soothing and calming about your presence and whenever he feels the urge to just shut the entire world out, he just pulls you close and buries his face in the crook of your neck. 

Luis Serra

Better be prepared for lots of teasing and flirting because Luis likes to see you all flustered. Even before you got together, he never missed an opportunity to flirt with you, mainly to catch your interest, but also because he enjoyed figuring out which kind of comments and compliments make you blush. Also, lots of pet names, both before and after you started dating, though they became sweeter and more loving once you got together. 

People who don’t know him might assume that he’s incapable of being in a relationship since they only see his flirtatious and charming nature, but Luis is actually very faithful and would never betray you in any way. He often jokes that he has no reason to flirt with someone else because he’s already got the main prize by his side. He loves and adores you with every fiber of his being, and he’s 100 percent sure that there’s no one out there who could make him feel more loved than you do.

You wouldn’t expect it but Luis actually turns into a blushing and flustered mess whenever you compliment him. Your words are always so genuine that it makes him melt on the spot, although he really tries his best to hide it because he feels like he has a reputation to lose and therefore doesn’t want to embarrass himself, not even in front of you. However, you know him well enough to still see the effect your words have on him. 

So. Many. Kisses. Luis uses every opportunity to press his lips to yours, your forehead or your cheeks. He’s someone who doesn’t mind PDA in general but if you’re uncomfortable with it, he accepts and respects that too because he’d never ignore any boundaries you set.

Luis also loves to surprise you, be it with small gifts like your favorite flowers or date nights. To be honest, he just likes to show you off because to him, you’re absolutely perfect and he wants everyone to see how adorable and beautiful his partner is. 

Jack Krauser

Krauser definitely isn’t someone to fall head over heels in love with someone or to dive head first into a relationship. It’s pretty hard to earn his respect and his trust, and on top of that, a part of him will always see loving someone as some kind of weakness. He’s also so used to being alone that he’s convinced he doesn’t need anyone else. So, you probably need a lot of patience, especially in the beginning of your relationship. 

It’s pretty important that you don’t ask too many questions about his job or his past. Krauser is a man with many secrets, and he most likely won’t ever feel comfortable enough to share any of this with you, so it’s best to just accept that he doesn’t want to talk about it. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you but to him, it’s a fact that it’s best if you don’t know anything about these things – especially since it’s already risky to be in a relationship with him in the first place. (And though he might never admit it, he’d hate himself for letting anything happen to you.)

With that being said, there’s nothing Krauser wouldn’t do to keep you safe and sound. He knows first-hand how shitty the world can be, and should someone dare to lay a hand on you, he won’t hesitate to make them pay for it. Though he often acts like he doesn’t care about anyone else but himself, he fiercely protects those who are important to him, no ifs, no buts – and if it means that he has to put his own life at risk in the process, then so be it. I think he’d also offer to teach you some basic self-defense, just in case that you ever find yourself in a situation where these skills might come in handy. 

He never lets his guard down completely, not even around you, and he’s not easy to love. However, that doesn’t mean he’s a bad partner or that he doesn’t care about you. Since he’s not overly affectionate (as in, he rarely initiates kisses or cuddles himself), he finds other ways to show how important you are to him, for example by making sure that you drink enough water or take your meds etc. He pays close attention to everything you do and therefore notices even the slightest changes in your behavior, so he immediately knows when something’s bothering you. And though Krauser is not be the best at comforting people, he still tries to cheer you up because he doesn’t like to see you all sad and gloomy. 

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[bitingbody]

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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[pupcuck]

SUBSTITUTE LOVER !

ft. jack krauser x fem!reader, jack krauser x leon s. kennedy

tags. p in v, daddy-daughter incest, internalised homophobia, referenced domestic abuse, use of the f slur im so sorry, some kreon, smut, a little voyeurism, blood at the end

note. commission for @d10nyx !!!! feeding people what they want :3 nyxie wyxie i hope this is good n i hope u enjoy it!!!!’ LUV U MWAH.. ignore any mistakes… my editing sucks 😓 goes back n forth between krauser n reader pov pretty fast n the smut is a little boring 😓 pretend bootcamp is like not super top secret !!! also idk how american military works so ignore my attempt at that

As a young girl, you understand love to be an unconditional, non-negotiable and non-refundable thing. It’s human nature to love, it is your god given right to love and for your father to deny you of the only thing your heart knows to do—It’s downright cruel.

He’s a military man and that comes with perks. You get to visit his platoon and get an eyeful of bulging quads and strong jaws and sweaty abs— That is the only perk now that you think about it. Oh, and that cute blond dude who still has all his hair. Duh. Otherwise he wouldn’t be blond. He’s a total babe and when he smiles, blinking at you with feline eyes as he watches quietly from behind his bangs, you find yourself keeling over to support the weight of your aching heart.

(Pussyache, heartache, it’s all the same to you.)

Whenever you ask your dad what’s so special about him, why’s he got such shiny hair? What shampoo does he use? Is it a medical condition, does he have to keep the hair? Does his head get cold or something? He goes all stiff like you’ve asked too much of him, which you never have, you ask for nothing but love.

Ever since your mother left—Well, no it’s not even that. He didn’t change when she left. Dad is the same ol’ dad you’ve had for years. Jack is Jack and your mother isn’t going to change that, she didn’t change that, so she left and never looked back. She left you ‘cause you’re Jack’s girl and nothing is going to change that. You carry a part of your father wherever you go and that would be unwelcome in her house. She told you over the phone that she no longer needed all that medication - it was just your father.

Oh, he’s not so bad. Jack keeps you fed and clothed and what else are you meant to expect from a dad? No dads love is adequate to the way you love them. Never has and never will be.

Still, he’s changed and that you’re sure of.

His temper is short, you’re well aware. You live with the guy, of course you know all about it. He flips out when the toilet lid isn’t closed, and when you give him a gentle reminder that you don’t carry the same junk he does down there, Jack gives you the cold shoulder. It’s all about gentle parenting with your dad, but the sulking has escalated into full blown temper tantrums and you don’t know where you’ve gone wrong.

Dad’s never gotten physical. Until he does. And now you don’t remember a time where he was ever kind. You’re beaten into a pulp by the hand that feeds you and you’re not quite sure where it all went wrong, what you’ve done to be on the receiving end of such intense resentment.

All you’ve ever known is a man devoted to anger, but he’s not violent. Your dad is not violent. He’s the one who picked you up when you toppled over, he taught you how to ride a bike and he put you on his shoulders to see the world from his point of view— And that is it really. Nothing more, nothing less.

You don’t have daddy issues so to say, more so it’s your father that has issues in general, and those issues are untouched by any flame, they burn brighter than tiger eyes. It seems that they’ve started to fracture, and now the only thing that brings him relief is his fist on your supple skin, a cathartic end to a hard fucking day.

Let’s get one thing straight - Jack Krauser is not a faggot. Jack had a wife and he fucked that wife in the marriage bed once and they never fucked again. You were conceived on the first try.

A faggot couldn’t do that.

It starts with Leon S. Kennedy. He’s wet behind the ears and wet in his pink mouth and pink hole. He stares at Jack like he’s seen something nice, then he looks away a moment later, unable to hold his gaze.

Jack Krauser isn’t gay. It just gets lonely out here. It gets hard to keep his men in line and nothing scares them more than dick. Jack Krauser is not gay—And when Kennedy’s tight little hole cranks him in like a wine cork, it means nothing. This is how you get through to insolent brats, it’s the only way, no other method has worked as well as this.

If Jack Krauser was gay he would lounge in the bunk with Kennedy, he would tenderly wipe the sweat from his blond brows and kiss him stupid. But he does none of that. Kennedy is sent to shower, limping as he goes.

(Not before Jack gives him a nice hard smack on his backside and tells him to Pack it up, Boy Scout. Not before Leon presses his nose into the hollows of his neck, his boyish beam is that of a cat that got the cream, sweat gleaming to highlight the shape of his collarbones.)

So yeah. Jack is straight, and he can prove it. He would be able to prove it but the only bitch for miles left him. There’s you. But that’s fucked up. Jack wouldn’t go there.

Then you start to ask questions about Kennedy. And of course it’s him, with the petal lips and tawny lashes that remind Jack of toffee drizzled on coffee cake, of course he caught your attention— Of course he did.

(Like father, like daughter.)

You prod and he snaps, icy eyes a frigid landscape as his gaze pierces you with bone-chilling intensity. You shift from foot to foot, toying with loose threads at the hemline of your frayed nightdress.

“Sorry, dad.” You look down at your feet, wiggle your toes against the kitchen tiles and get sent into the edge of the counter when Jack lands a solid hit on your cheek.

Why, he oughta use some of that military training on you. Not the dick. Not ‘cause he’s gay, but because you’re his daughter. Obviously.

Definitely not ‘cause he’s gay.

Jack could fuck you if he really wanted. You have some, uh, assets. Yeah, you have tits, those are interesting. You have an ass, that’s nice. Got a pussy, an extra bonus. All of those are things that Jack loves. Really, he does, and he doesn’t need to prove it to anyone.

Jack takes your chin in his crushing grip, tilts your head to the left and then to the right, you tremble and make yourself small, clutching at the counter behind like you intend to saw yourself in half so your top half can make a quick escape.

“Dad…” Your little hand wraps around his wrist, fingers barely touching as you try to get him off, shaken up by his sudden burst of violence. “I’m sorry.”

He grunts, releasing you from his hold and watching your body crumple in on itself. You cup your cheek to check for damage, pressing the pads of your fingers into your jaw with a groan.

It throbs with each pulse of Jack’s heart.

You think your dad has a crush on the rookie. It might be a stretch, but he never looked at your mom that way. It transcends love and turns into hatred and heat ‘cause your dad is incapable of producing any positive feelings towards anyone ever. You would know that better than anyone, you know him better than anyone, better than he knows himself.

His tongue runs along his white canines as he watches Kennedy hold a plank and man, he’s got it bad for the rookie. You don’t blame him - look at that form, at that ass. Dad has good taste, he gets it! Now that the two of you have found some common ground, maybe he’ll stop backhanding you into next year.

Kennedy’s given mercy by your oh-so gracious father and his body caves in, hitting the mud with a soft thump—He gets up ass first and you suck in a breath at the same time your dad lets one out. His hips raise and his hands find grip in the ground before he plants his feet, lifting his body despite the discomfort that tinges his muscles. Kennedy hobbles away and you love watching him leave. Dad must think the same ‘cause he reaches down to adjust his cargos. Gross.

You catch them in the showers a week later.

You got bored waiting around for him, okay? The showers were your main priority—Not to see this, but to catch some hunks mid scrub down and turn the place into a porn set. Life has a funny way of taking all your wants and twisting them into half-wants. Seeing Leon naked? Great, amazing, no notes. Seeing your father naked? Dear fucking lord, you need a bullet put through your brain stat.

They're giving each other a muscle massage or whatever. Code for the most tender groping you have ever seen in your life. Dad cradles the back of Leon’s head sweetly. Jesus, you don’t think you’ve ever used that word to describe him. Their lips brush and Kennedy is the one that pulls back, Jack’s head moves forward to chase them, settling with ghosting kisses along the soft skin of Leon’s neck, dotted in cocoa dust moles and a protruding Adam’s apple that gets the same delicate treatment. Along with a quick lick that draws a moan from the base of Leon’s throat.

You think you might be intruding on something more personal than sex. Holy fuck, you didn’t know your dad could do personal, you didn’t know he had the ability to love so ardently. To love at all. What a dick. You don’t know whether to look away or not.

Like, Leon is—He’s cute. You like when his feathery lashes dust his cheeks each time he closes his eyes, you like how his body, soft with baby fat, gives away to the roughness of your father’s touch. The flesh of his hips divots when Jack grips them. Your father presses his back to the cool shower wall, the buttery flesh of Leon’s ass moulds to the shape of his fingers when he tugs him close to his broad chest— Cute, he has back dimples. Jack slots his thumbs in them, and then he makes the mistake of lifting his eyes from Leon’s angel face.

The running water is not enough to stop him from spotting you, head poked into the shower room as you gape. For your sake, you dip out the door to make your exit and head back to the car, not sure on whether you should be traumatised or enlightened by the possibly harrowing image that’s burned into your retinas like the worst form of LASIK.

The ride home is silent. Dad is silent most of the time, he talks but not to you. There’s one thing to talk about, but you doubt either of you want to touch on that.

Jack lets you in first. The door clicks shut behind him and you’re both alone. He’s always alone with you. He’s never missed his wife until this very moment. Not out of love for her, but out of pure convenience. She would break up the silence, she would remind him that he is in fact attracted to women and what you saw back there was nothing. Hell, he could give you another sibling if you asked—He could do that.

In one try, like a real man.

He could get it up, he can get it up, he only gets it up for women. Kennedy is the closest thing to a girl, alright? That’s all there is. Wait till you find out about what they do in prison. Every guy at camp has had a turn with Kennedy—That’s just how it works. It’s not about being gay, it’s not— It’s just tradition, isn’t it? Picking on pretty boys like that, it’s the only way to get rid of all that pent up testosterone or whatever it is that swelters within Jack.

When you turn on your heels to leave for your bedroom, Jack calls your name. You freeze so fast it’s almost comical. Like you’re playing musical chairs.

“Yes, dad?” Your gaze is stuck to your white socks, the print of the floorboards is mighty interesting.

His brow dips and his scowl morphs into a pained smile that brings you more fear than comfort, his hand is heavy on your shoulder and Jack thinks this expression suits you well.

“You think you're smart?” Barging in like that, making assumptions that only women would make—You don’t get it. You’ll never get it.

“No, sir.” The chill that runs down your spine straightens it.

“On your knees, girl.” The way you’re looking at him—He hates it. You think you got him all figured out, putting him together like a puzzle, but you’re missing one piece—He’s not gay.

“No,” you say while doing as he says.

(Kennedy does that, cries out No! as the plush of his ass meets Jack’s thighs, as he fucks himself like a faggot on a dick that belongs to a man who once had a wife, a man with a daughter.)

“Dad, no—Daddy, I’m sorry, I didn’t even see anything.” You hang your head, pleading with the ground as Jack fishes his soft cock from his cargos, refusing to meet the tip with your eyes.

Your apology is lost to the softness of his dick, hanging huge and limp against his thigh like a deflated balloon. Fuck—No, no, it’s not because Jack is gay, it’s the daughter thing. You’re his daughter, and to get hard at the sight of your daughter would only ever elicit a prison sentence.

“Daddy,” you try again, cradling what you have with him close to your chest, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry—Please, daddy, I don’t—Dad.” You fail to plead your case, you fail to garner any interest from his cock. “If it’s about—I don’t like him, I don’t like Leon, dad, you can have him, he’s all yours I swear—Just don’t do this to me, daddy, please.”

Jack’s cock twitches at the mere mention of his name.

“What did I tell you ‘bout running that stupid mouth of yours, girl? Where are your fuckin’ manners?” He rubs the ruddy tip along the crease of your jutting lips, the bottom one trembles. “Thought I taught you well.”

“No… No, don’t do that, dad—God, no.” Your complaints are snuffed out by the fat dick that stuffs itself down your throat, half-hard and thick enough to be a choking hazard.

(It poses a threat to you, but not to Kennedy. Man can that kid suck cock, with a face like that he’s lucky he’s not begging for his life.)

You gag and Jack pinches your nose. If he had a son, he would’ve taught him to play ball. But he’s stuck with a daughter, and the most you can do is dig your nails into his thighs, mucusy spit hanging from your chin in stringy strands.

“You’re made for this,” Jack tells you, and he’s right. Biologically, those lips of yours have evolved to maximum pout to suck cock. They bear resemblance to Leon’s—The vein on the underside of his dick throbs. Jack’s jaw is offset as his teeth grind together, splintering into thin shards of bone. Not the fucking time to be thinking of the rookie and his floppy hair, softer than cotton beneath Jack’s fingers, the rookie who is shaven clean save the shadow that lines his lips, the rookie that sports hardened lines on his otherwise plush abdomen, pink skin leading to an even pinker dick—Holy shit, what’s wrong with him?

At this pace, Jack’s going to contact a fucking therapist—Have it out with his bitch wife. That’s exactly what it is. Sexual frustration he's not been able to take out on your mother.

His cock slips from your mouth, it rests heavy on your face, casts a shadow as you cower at the sheer size. “Dad…” You cough wetly, hacking up bile that you push back down with a pained gulp. “Daddy… Don’t do it to me, I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to look, dad, I’m not—I’m not mad at you.”

He scoffs, lifting you by the Peter Pan collar of your floral blouse—You look like a fucking Mormon. That pisses him off. Jack’s not a Mormon or a faggot, there are so many accusations in the air and it all rises to crescendo. You’re bent over the dining table, the fullness of your skirt is hoisted up to ruche around your waist in makeshift pleats and your white cotton panties are dangling around your ankles.

The lips of your puffy cunt cushion his dick and Jack starts to feel a little queasy. Not because—Not ‘cause of the pussy. It’s not that. It’s the daughter thing. Seriously—There’s no time to waste, Jack forces himself into your pussy before his dick folds in on itself. As he pistons himself in and out of your only partially wet cunt, it feels like nothing. Jack is numb.

Feels nothing, hears nothing—Sees nothing but him. The anger inside of him rises like a devastating wave, ready to engulf every skyscraper in its path. You end up being on the receiving end as you have been for as long as you’ve been alive—His very own punching bag. What else are kids for, huh?

Your stubborn pussy pushes him out, you dig your nails into the glazed wood of the table, clawing like they might find purchase in the grooves. Dad, dad, daddy, dad—It doesn’t work on him, you do nothing for him. When you cry, he doesn’t feel sad, and when your cunt clamps down on him, it brings him no pleasure.

A hand comes to rest on your back, forcing you into a sharp arch as Jack’s hips smack into yours at a bruising pace. Somewhere along the line, a very thin line that Jack snorts, it blurs—Your salty tears become the tang of Leon’s sweat, your hips become buttercream smooth in his grip, and your pussy—Your hole milks Jack for all he’s worth. The shroud has lifted from his shoulders and Jack feels weightless.

You lift your head, blood leaking from your nose, it congeals in fat lumps on your skin. “Daddy…” You sniffle, having had your head held down, grinding your bloody nose to a pulp against the smooth of the dinner table.

“Clean yourself up, girl.” Jack rolls his shoulders back, fists tightly balled by his side as he has proved nothing. Nothing at all. He’ll have to try again. No father of yours is a faggot. Can’t do that to his little girl.

(Excuse after fucking excuse.)

#jack krauser x reader #jack krauser smut #krauser smut #resident evil angst #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut #jack krauser x you #krauser x reader #dead dove do not eat

[fortune-fool02]

Not my artwork but Holy damn! I love stuff like this!!

https://pin.it/5weh6aW - Link to where I got it from.

#krauser #major jack krauser #major krauser #jack krauser x reader #jack krauser #resident evil #resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 remake #leon s. kennedy #leon kennedy #metaltango

[dimitrescula]

Begging people to write more Krauser fics there are hardly any and i am literally insane for him bro

#jack krauser #jack krauser x reader #resident evil #resident evil 4 #resident evil x reader

[between-supposed-lovers]

Training session

Jack Krauser x Leon S Kennedy x GN afab reader smut

Description: A typical training session turned into Krauser teaching Leon how to fuck you properly 🥰 (pre RE4)

Length: medium to long (not proofread)

Warnings/contains: use of knives, choking, dry-humping, voyeurism, creampie

Reader: gender neutral afab

Krausers watchful eye followed you as you circled Leon, your body moving swiftly as you dodged and swiped. He caught your arm as you threw a punch, quickly pulling you into a restraint with a satisfied grunt. You panted, your face scrunched up with annoyance as you glanced at Krauser. His eyes wandered down to the knife nestled in your belt before quickly flicking back up, his eyebrows raising expectantly.

Knives are faster. That's what he always said.

You pulled yourself out of Leons grip, pushing him away and snatching the blade in a swift series of movements. You readied yourself before slashing out, catching the man's forearm as he covered his face, attempting to dodge your attack. He let out a hiss of pain, his eyebrows furrowing as he glared at you.

"Sloppy. Do better Leon." Krauser scolded, his eyes fleeting between the pair of you before landing on you with confidence.

Leon let out an annoyed grunt before going after you again, wanting to prove himself after Jacks words. You stayed steady, occasionally jabbing and swiping at the man..only for him to dodge them. You grew frustrated, you'd been training for hours already because of Leon and his need to do well. You scrunched your nose up and glanced at the major, silently hoping that he'd catch on and let you off for the night. He simply glared back, watching as Leon took the opportunity to tackle you to the ground. You grunted, your knife falling from your grip as you landed on the training mat. Leon trapped your legs between his and wrapped his hands around your wrists, trapping you onto the ground. Your cheeks flushed, your fatigue making you..less focused which of course meant your mind went to the filthiest of places. You turned your face away from him, only to catch Krauser circling the pair of you with a smug grin. He knew.

"What now rookie?" He stood over Leon, glaring at him expectantly. "You've got them pinned but..your hands aren't free."

Leon opened his mouth to speak, his eyebrows furrowing as he thought about his options..before Krauser quickly cut him off. The larger man knelt down and quickly pulled your wrists together, keeping them pinned above your head within one hand. You swallowed, as if having Leon in your space wasn't enough..and it didn't help that you had a childish crush on the major.

"Right. Thank you Sir." Leon nodded, giving you a cautious look.

"That all you got?" He turned to you with a smug smile. "You had a chance to break out then, why didn't you take it?"

Your face lit up with embarrassment. "I thought you wanted me to stay put so that you could..demonstrate Sir." You replied, feeling tiny under his gaze and his grip.

Krauser merely chuckled at you before letting go of your wrists and pulling away. You couldn't even think of breaking out of Leon's grip before his hands had replaced Jack's. He pulled a knife from his belt and pressed it against your stomach, letting the tip of the blade cut through your shirt and press against your bare skin. You panted softly, embarrassed by how easily the pair had caught you off guard.

"Getting tired soldier?" Jack hummed teasingly.

"Yeah...yes Sir...I think I could do with a break." You stumbled over your words, the blade against your stomach making you giddy.

"Shame..this was just gettin' good." Leon remarked as he began to let go. You sneered back at him, playing into the mock rivalry you had.

Krauser placed a hand on his back, keeping him pressed over you. Leon braced himself, letting out a quiet pant as he tried to hold himself steady underneath the pressure.

"I didn't answer yet." He said coldly, his tone making the younger man's mouth shut in seconds.

You let out an exhausted sigh, getting frustrated that you were even in this situation.

"Do *you* need a break, rookie?" He turned to Leon, giving him an expectant look.

"...yes Sir." He muttered, contradicting his teasing earlier.

Krauser let go and walked over to one of the benches, taking a seat to watch as the younger man's body finally started to cave after the hours of training. Leon pulled the knife away first, letting the blade fall to the ground as he let go of you and rolled over to rest next to you.

"Thought it was just getting good?" You repeated his previous words back to him, giving him an expectant glance as you sat up.

"Had to say something that would get you fired up for next time." He shrugged, a playful smile on his lips.

You shrugged him off and took a moment to sit and rest. You cautiously pushed the knives off of the mat, out of Leon's reach, before swiftly straddling his hips and trapping him to the mat. You copied Krauser's movements from earlier, pinning his hands in yours and pressing your free hand upto his throat. You desperately wanted to get back at him for what he had done..and physically you had but mentally, you were a mess. The position and the way Leon was panting was enough for warmth to spread between your legs. Yet..you were equally matched by an equally unfocused and tired opponent. You could feel him getting hard underneath you, his cheeks turning red with embarrassment as he tried to stare you down. Of course Krauser was still watching, already smug from how easily you had overpowered Leon..the fact that you were both so wound up was just the cherry on top.

"Look at the pair of you..like teenagers getting desperate over the smallest touch." He scolded, the harsh tone playing against the amused smirk on his lips. "Pathetic.."

You both froze, somehow forgetting that Krauser had been watching.

"What's wrong rookie?" He cooed at you, he was stood beside you now, looking down at you with an encouraging gaze. "You could easily finish him. He's practically given himself to you."

Leon let out a grunt of protest as he wriggled underneath your grip.

"I expected better from you..come on, put them in their place." He turned to Leon, spurring both of you on.

You glared down at Leon, tightening your hands around his wrists and your legs around his waist. He grunted, yanking his hands out of your grip and quickly snatching your hips to push you away. You wrestled for a few moments, letting out frustrated growls as you both got more and more pent up. Leon made the last move, pulling you ontop of him and wrapping one arm over your waist whilst the other pulled you into a headlock. You panted, your hands gripping onto the arm he had over your neck, your fingertips brushing over the cut you had inflicted earlier. He flinched away, giving you the opportunity to trap him again. You returned to position, letting out a soft sigh as you rubbed over his semi again.

"Alright..that's enough." The older man hummed, an amused tone to his voice and smile on his lips. "Got it out of your system now or are you gonna have to fuck like rabbits before this tensions gone?"

You let go of Leon's wrists and moved to climb off of him, your face burning hot from the workout and the desire. You paused at the feeling of his hands wrapping around your waist, keeping you pressed against him.

"Seems like it." Jack cooed to the pair of you, his trousers getting tighter at the sight of his trainees so pent up over each other.

Your mind raced with questions and desire, were you really doing this here? Were you really doing this in front of your major? But a filthier part of you wanted to know what part Krauser would play in it.

"Are we really doing this?" You whispered to Leon, your voice shakey with want.

"If you want to." He replied, his voice low and needy. He gave your hips a reassuring squeeze.

You didn't answer, choosing to show your answer through action instead. You placed your hands onto Leon's chest to steady yourself and gently moved your hips, the motion relieving some of that ache that each of you had between your legs. You let out a pleasured sigh, which was met with a content groan from Leon's lips. You glanced at Krauser, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering wildly as he watched you grind on his trainee.

"Gotta keep him in his place, hmm?" He asked. "Show him who's in charge?"

"Yes Sir." You muttered, getting worked up over his use of training encouragement when this was what you were doing.

"Good job soldier." He cooed with a smug grin.

Those words lit a different spark in Leon, making him toy with the idea of taking charge again, flipping you over and taking you right there and then. Instead he waited, like a good mutt, until Krauser inevitably hinted for him to take over. He rested his head back against the mat, his eyes closing as he relaxed under your touch, letting out soft groans. His grip was gradually getting tighter on your hips, dragging your movements out painfully slow..until you pulled his hands away. You pinned them down, making you lean over him, your face mere inches away from his.

Show him who's in charge.

"Stay." You spoke down to him, waiting for him to acknowledge your response before letting go of his wrists.

You continued softly grinding your hips as you trailed your hands down his torso, pausing at his belt for a second before unbuckling it. You put it to one side, keeping it close just in case you needed it. You moved down to his trousers, taking your time to palm at him and rile him up before unzipping them. He let out low moans at your touch, his hips bucking into your hand as you palmed at him through his boxers. You got to work on your own clothes, kicking your shoes away and slipping your trousers off. Leon stayed put, his lustful eyes following your every move.

“Got him wrapped right around your finger..” Krauser muttered approvingly. “You’re just letting that happen rookie? I expected a bit more fight from you.”

And there it was, you knew he’d set you both off at some point. You glared Leon down, your hand moving to his chest in a weak attempt to keep him pinned down.

“Be good for me?” You half asked, half commanded. Your words earned a chuckle from Krauser and a playful smile from Leon.

You knew he was too obedient to decline his major, and you were becoming too needy to stop him from taking over.

“You know I can’t do that.” He hummed, pulling your hand away and quickly pinning you down against the mat. His hands gripped onto your hips as he buried his head into your neck, pressing needy kisses along your jaw.

“Don’t be such a tease..” You sighed, resting your head back as he worked his way down.

He ignored your complaint, instead running his hands down your thighs and gently pushing your legs apart. He looked up at you as he kissed along your stomach down to the hem of your underwear, his breath leaving a warm dampness over your skin. You shivered slightly, eyes fixated on him as he finally touched you where you were so desperate. He kissed over your clothed clit before sucking at you, making you gasp and arch your back. He hummed contentedly, sending vibrations over your cunt and drawing a breathy moan from your lips.

“Fuck them properly rookie.” Krauser chimed in, his eyes glued to your pleasured expression.

“Yes Sir.” Leon hummed, always eager to follow the rules.

You tilted your head back and glanced at Jack, cheeks flushing as you met his unwavering gaze. A smug smile graced his lips as you looked at him, he could hardly wait to take over when Leon inevitably grew tired.

“Been so patient, haven’t you?” He cooed at you as Leon fumbled with his trousers. “I’ll make sure you get what you want.”

You parted your lips to speak but merely nodded to him, far too worked up to respond to him. You couldn’t even dream of him treating you like this after how cruel he had been to the trainees over the years.

“Can I?” Leon whispered to you, guiding your focus back round him. He rested his hand at the waistband of your underwear, his fingers just sneaking under.

“Please..” You whispered and nodded.

The second you opened your mouth, he had slipped them down your legs and pulled you closer. He grabbed your thighs, lifting them up so that your hips met with his. You wrapped your legs around his waist, locking him in place. Heavy breaths spilled from your lips as he pulled his cock out, the sensation making him sigh desperately. He lined himself up with your cunt, shutting his eyes as he slowly pressed into you. You let out a pleasured sigh as you adjusted to the feeling, your eyes meeting his as an invitation to keep going.

“Fuck..you feel so good..” He muttered as he grabbed your thighs, his fingers digging into your skin desperately.

He started grinding into you, panting like a needy dog as he lost all sense of restraint. That slow teasing behaviour that he was engaging in mere seconds ago was gone, the simple feeling of you being enough to make him yearning and impatient. You hooked your hands over his shoulders, pulling him closer as you got lost in the pleasure. He leaned into you, resting his head against your neck, and moaned, the sound making your stomach flip. You locked one hand in his hair, gently tugging at the locks as your free hand slid over his back underneath his shirt.

“He’s even needier than you soldier.” Krauser grinned, his voice tainted with arousal as he palmed at himself.

“Mmmhh..” You let out a little hum of agreement, your eyelids fluttering open as you looked over at him.

He stood up, making your heart rate quicken, your eyes glued to him as he stalked over to the pair of you. He pressed his foot against Leon’s back, firm enough to keep him down but still light enough for the younger man to push him off if he wanted. But of course he didn’t, if anything it spurred him on, his pace getting more frantic as the major pressed his boot down.

“Poor thing might fall apart if we don’t prop him up.” Krauser muttered, making Leon’s sigh longingly.

He panted against your neck, his eyebrows furrowing as he got more and more lost in your touch. You gently pulled at his hair, making him moan softly as he continued fucking into you. Krauser loomed over the pair of you, his eyes burning into you as he watched Leon’s hips thrust against yours. You lost focus on his gaze as you got lost in the pleasure, clenching around him as you got ever so slightly closer. Of course, that was enough for Leon. Just the feeling of your slick cunt tightening around his cock was enough to make him break, his fingertips bruising your thighs as he sloppily fucked his cum into you. He whined and panted, his hot, wet breath coating your neck, before stilling and letting out a string of content breaths.

“That quick, rookie?” Jack tutted, lifting his foot off of his back.

“Fuck..sorry..” Leon panted, leaning up just enough to give you an apologetic look.

Your stomach was a twisted mess after the display he’d just put on, and your flushed expression was enough for him to know he was forgiven. You gave him a sympathetic look and trailed your fingers through his hair, yearning to coax more pathetic noises from him. Before you could even speak, Krauser had a fistful of Leon’s shirt, gently commanding him to get up.

“Good thing I’m here to help, hmm?” He cooed, giving the younger man a moment to compose himself.

Leon sighed softly as he pulled out, already desperate again and jealous that Krauser was taking over. He stood up, letting Jack steady him before moving out of the way. He took the majors place on the bench, his eyes fixated on the pair of you. The disappointment of not finishing quickly vanished as soon as Krauser had pulled Leon away from you, and was quickly replaced with nerves and desperation. You met his gaze, your cheeks heating up as he gazed down at you smugly whilst unbuckling his belt. It took seconds for him to get down and pin your legs back, locking you into a mating press. You were already gripping at the mat as best as you could, flustered and caught off guard by how quickly and easily he could move you.

"Told you I'd make sure you get what you want." He remarked as he rubbed his cock against your entrance. "Knew I'd have to teach you how to fuck properly rookie..such a sloppy performance."

You let out sighs of pleasure as he rubbed against you, his harsh words making you giddy even though they weren't directed to you. Leon was just as worked up, embarrassed that he'd let his major and his partner down, but equally as turned on over Krauser scolding him.

Jack finally slid into you, letting out a satisfied grunt as he fucked into a mixture of your slick and Leons cum. Your face scrunched up with pleasure as he immediately started moving his hips, you were already so sensitive and this new angle was making him hit all the right spots. He leaned into you, his hands resting either side of your body, completing trapping you underneath him. You let out a string of moans and pleasured breaths as your eyes flickered over Krauser. The sight of him like this was enough to make your heart race, your stomach already knotting up to signal that you were close.

"..perfect little hole for me to fuck, aren't you?" Jack panted.

"Y-es sir.." You moaned, weakly nodding in response to him.

"So good at it too...my little soldier knows their place." He cooed, still fucking into you at a relentless pace.

"Mmhmm.." You hummed, the sound trailing into a pleasured moan as you finally snapped.

He grinned, his eyes piercing into you as he guided you through your high. Your hands had grabbed onto his arms at some point, your fingertips now digging into the muscular flesh as you rode out waves of pleasure. He only slowed as he felt you start to relax, his hips merely grinding into you now. You panted, your eyes fluttering open as you started to come down, your cunt still gripping onto his cock.

"Need me to keep going, hm?" Krauser teased, giving you a proud smirk. "Wouldn't blame you after that performance from Kennedy."

You let out a soft sound of agreement, mindlessly nodding as you glanced over at Leon, who was desperately palming at himself. You bit your lip, keeping a soft gaze on him as Jack steadily coaxed you towards another orgasm. He adjusted himself, grabbing your hip with one hand as the other brushed over your clit. A low moan fell from your lips as he rubbed circles over the sensitive nerve, his other hand gently squeezing you. You shut your eyes, letting out a pleasured sigh as you just relaxed into his touch, completely giving yourself over to him.

"Maybe he'll learn and you won't be so needy next time..poor thing." He sighed with a smug tone.

#resident evil #resident evil 4 #re4 #re4 remake #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #jack krauser #jack krauser smut #jack krauser x reader #gender neutral reader #afab reader #gender neutral afab #smut #nsft

[leonsbunny]

Only You ( And You Alone ) ♡

( Jack Krauser x GN!reader || he doesn't like seeing you cry )

“What're you doing crying like that?” He asks as he unties your shoe. The heel of your shoe perches on top of his knee as he pulls it out of the neat little knot he made earlier.

Jack looks up at you, frowning slightly seeing the tears bubble up in your eyes. He gets up, putting your shoes off to the side. He walks back, sitting next to you on the couch.

“It's not like I died or anything. Cut it with the waterworks for me, please?” He asks, his voice softens as he speaks to you. Jack pulls you into his lap, his larger hands cup your waist. He didn't like seeing you cry.

Jack honestly didn't expect you to cry after hearing what he did on his latest mission. Did he tell you too much? Was he too graphic about his injuries? He came back in one piece, that's all that mattered to you, right? He's lost in his own thoughts as he holds you close, one of his hands cradles your head gently. Close. That's what he felt, right now, literally and figuratively.

Jack didn't like crying. All his years spent in the military left him unable to react much to it. He's seen rookies do it on their first days of camp. He'd grown used to it over the years.

But it was different for you. You taught him how to be soft. How to be gentle.

His eyes soften, the almost permanent furrowing on his brows droop as he looks at you. He couldn't really make sense of what you were saying as you cried over him. You shouldn't be crying over him, but you did anyway.

You were a self-proclaimed crybaby. You told Jack that on your first date. Teased for being one when you were a kid, still the same snot nosed babbling one you were now with the way your lip quivered as you cried in his lap. He's grown used to you crying, even if it catches him off guard at times.

What he could make out though were the words “You could've died!” Through shakey, almost shrill to the ears' breath. He can hear the stutter in your voice, behind those incoherent words. You always did that when you cried.

He doesn't really know what to do, what to say. He wants you to feel better. Jack wasn't really the best with words outside of the field. He was trying, trying to be better for you.

You were both there for each other. That's all that mattered.

Instead, he opts to pull you in closer for a hug. Hug you close to him, to his heart. Actions speak louder than words, right? He could feel your tears staining his shirt, but that didn't matter. What did matter was that he was there. That you were there.

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[gothghostiie]

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

[issdisgrace]

JOBS

WARNINGS: NSFW, hybrid characters, horny fueled writing, watersports, insertion kink?

A/N: Wrote and edited this while very horny so sorry that it’s everywhere and not the greatest. Hope you guys like it though.

You were the proud owner of 4 hybrids, 2 german shepherd hybrids named Chris and Carlos, a cow hybrid named Krauser, and a pig hybrid named Wesker.

You loved your pets to death and there isn’t a thing in the world you wouldn’t do for them. You fed them, played with them, bathed them, slept with them, and a lot of other things. So it was only reasonable for you to give them jobs to occupy their time as you worked in your home office.

Chris’s job was as your marker holder. So each day he was face down ass up on your left side, his cunt stuffed full of markers and a vibrator on his clit. You, of course, not being cruel allowed Chris to cum and make a mess of himself, but he wasn’t allowed to drop any of your markers and if he did, he would get two spanks per marker that fell out.

These same rules applied to Carlos as well. Who also sat face down ass with a vibrator on his clit up but on your right side instead of your left. He also had his cunt being used as a holder like Chris, but instead of markers it was pens.

Now onto Krauser’s job, unlike Chris and Carlos who sit beside you Krauser sits under your desk. Warming your cock with his mouth while his cunt was stuffed with a huge vibrating dildo and his tits were getting milked. So you, Chris, and Carlos have a nice refreshment later.

But now last but certainly not least Wesker, who likes a different type of refreshment. Wesker sits in the middle of your office waiting to be used as a urinal by you or the others. Speaking of the others, they all have vibrators that bring them pleasure as they do their job. But not Wesker. He doesn’t want any other pleasure than the pleasure he gets from drinking piss.

Anyway, in conclusion, all your pets love you and the jobs that you have assigned to them.

#albert wesker #carlos oliveira #chris redfield #jack krauser #resident evil #albert wesker x male reader #albert wesker x reader #carlos oliveira x male reader #carlos oliveira x reader #chris redfield x male reader #chris redfield x reader #jack krauser x male reader #jack krauser x reader #resident evil x male reader #resident evil x reader

[sinnercore]

⠀⠀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…”

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