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bihanarms · 11 months

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Chapter 11 : Now your Mess is mine.

Here it is ;) sorry for the delay and enjoy the last chapter !

With heavy and numbed eyelids, Krauser felt his mind slowly emerge from the darkness. A hazy veil gradually dissipated as he became aware of his presence in an unfamiliar room. His body lay on a bed, with fresh and soft sheets caressing his skin. Bandages wrapped around his chest, tight but comforting. He felt a slight tension with every movement, a sign that his body had suffered serious injuries. A throbbing headache pounded in his temples as if someone were relentlessly hammering inside his head.

Krauser blinked, trying to recall what had happened. The memories were blurry, like scattered fragments of an incomplete puzzle. Images of a fierce battle, explosions, muffled screams, and menacing shadows overlapped in his mind. But nothing was clear, nothing made sense. How did he end up here? Where exactly was "here"?

He cautiously attempted to get up, being careful not to make any noise. His movements were slow and labored, but he was determined to find out where he was and what had happened. Silently, he left the room and entered the living room, his gaze scanning the area for clues.

Suddenly, his eyes fell upon a young woman of familiar appearance sitting in front of a computer, wearing headphones. Krauser observed the scene for a moment, assessing the situation. He decided to act swiftly, his hand instinctively reaching for a knife placed on a nearby table. Without hesitation, he approached her from behind, placing the knife against her throat.

"Don't make a move," He murmured in a low but menacing voice. "Tell me where I am and what happened."

With a swift yet cautious motion, the woman abruptly paused the melody resonating in her ears, raising her gaze to find the man she had just saved staring at her with a threatening gaze. "Is this how one expresses gratitude towards the one who just saved their life?"

The man, recognizing the young woman despite his recent wounds, displayed a gaze now more perplexed than murderous. A sudden pain shot through his mind as the blade still grazed (Name)'s skin, causing him a sharp headache and making him abruptly release the knife, which crashed to the floor.

Freed from his grip, she quickly stood up, concerned, attentively observing the condition of the former soldier. With genuine worry in her voice, she urged him to lie back down, noting the remnants of his injuries. "You should lie back down; you've barely recovered from your woun-

Suddenly, Krauser regained his senses and firmly grabbed (Name)'s arm, restraining her once again in a hold she couldn't escape on her own. "Where am I." he demanded.

He hadn't changed a damn bit... The muscular arm of the former wounded soldier tightening around her neck as she struggled to utter the following words. "We're in the cabin I had reserved in Spain for my initial investigation, far from Valdelobos, far from the island..." As she spoke, He slowly loosened his grip to allow her to continue more clearly. "You transformed into... I don't even have words to describe it, but well..." She took a deep breath tinged with sadness before continuing. "I found you, dragged you to a laboratory, and we escaped from there using an old motorboat... just before the island exploded in a way I can't explain."

Krauser released (Name) completely, appearing suddenly confused. His gaze drifted into the distance as he tried to piece together the fragments of his memory, with memories of past events gradually returning to him. Images flickered in his mind like fleeting flashes of a reality he struggled to reconstruct.

He ran a hand over his forehead, looking troubled, then fixed (Name) with a mixture of disbelief and recognition in his eyes. Emotions swirled within him, a complex mix of confusion, gratitude, and incomprehension. He attempted to form the words, but his voice seemed trapped in a vice of fragmented memories.

"An island... exploding..." he articulated with difficulty, trying to reconstruct the missing pieces of his personal puzzle. Memories seemed to float in the dark corners of his mind, distant echoes of a reality he now had to confront.

"You completely lost control of yourself, honestly.." the young woman said, her expression compassionate.

"Yeah... I remember some things, as the infection took over, everything became blurry in my mind, but, I remember the most important... unfortunately," he sighed.

"I'm sorry." she finished.

Krauser, perplexed, scrutinized (Name) with a mixed expression of incomprehension and curiosity. His mind was haunted by a persistent question: why on earth had this young woman saved him when she could have escaped without him, without caring about his fate?

"(Name)," he uttered with a confused voice, "I don't fully understand why you saved me-

"You did it twice. We're still not even," she cut him off, a smile appearing on her face.

As he observed her, he noticed a complex blend of emotions on her face: compassion, compassion for him, even after everything he had done. There was a spark of empathy, a glimmer of hope in her gaze.

She had seen beyond his monster facade, beyond the violence and anger that had consumed his being.

As he remembered what had happened, a surge of energy entered his voice as he seemed to recall something in particular. "What about that bitch in red dress? And Wesker? Those sons of bitches..."

"I have no idea, honestly. The island was reduced to ashes, but I can't confirm anyone's death," she said, her tone compassionate.

"But them... I have to find them and kill them."

(Name) knew that deadly glint in Krauser's eyes all too well. She had faced it too many times... fortunately, that gaze was now directed elsewhere. But when it came to those two, he wanted them dead. And she could only understand that.

The urge to leave immediately, to chase after them, burned within him like an unleashed inferno. But even before he could step across the threshold of the cabin, she stepped in, firmly holding him back by the arm.

"Jack. you're not in any condition," she declared with a determined voice, her eyes fixed upon him with a glimmer of concern mixed with determination. "You won't accomplish anything in this state. You need to rest, heal yourself before embarking on this quest."

"That's none of your concern," Krauser growled in annoyance, his impulsive nature clashing with her logic and caution. He tried to break free from her grip, but she tightened her hold, not yielding an inch.

"You're right, it's none of my concern. Once you're completely healed, you can do whatever you want and walk through that door to never hear from me again." She held his gaze, unwavering. "But for now, it's a no."

Always so stubborn, he thought deep within himself.

"Why?"

"What do you mean?" she said.

"Tell me, really, why are you doing this?"

"I told you. You saved me twice, and we're still not even. It's simply a matter of feeling indebted, of making myself feel better."

What a terrible liar.

Well, partially. It was true that she felt indebted, but deep down, she knew it was much more than that. The time she had nursed him back to health, that kiss... Not only did she understand his anger, but it had also become a part of her. She felt it deep within herself—their stories were now intertwined, bound by an inexplicable force. She felt it vividly, even now as he locked eyes with her. She couldn't describe it in words, but it was undeniably powerful.

"Very well." he finally breathed out, letting out a resigned sigh. "But it better be quick."

(Name) gave a grateful smile. "Yes, sir. But for now, let me take care of you. I need to change your bandages." She finished by gesturing for him to follow.

Let me take care of you. It was the first time he had ever heard those words, he who was accustomed to fending for himself.

What a strange feeling.

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As the days passed, a particular dynamic took hold between (Name) and Krauser. While she took care of him, tending to his physical wounds as well as his inner ones, a mutual trust grew.

Initially, he was reluctant, feeling uncomfortable receiving so much attention and care. His rebellious spirit was used to relying on himself, counting only on his own strength. But gradually, as the days went by, he began to let go, to let down his defenses.

He realized that (Name)'s presence was not a weakness, but a strength. She was there for him, supporting him wholeheartedly, and it gave him a strange sense of security. He started to acknowledge that perhaps he couldn't face everything alone, that he wouldn't say no to someone by his side if it was her.

One day, as the cabin was enveloped in a peaceful calm, (Name) attended to changing Jack's bandages. Their routine of care had created a unique intimacy between them, but this time, there was a palpable tension in the air.

As (Name) gently adjusted the bandage, her delicate touch grazing his skin, they exchanged an intense gaze, their eyes seeking each other. A subtle electricity ran through the space between them, creating an atmosphere charged with unspoken emotions, an atmosphere they had felt before.

Their emotions and desires clashed in a silent dance. Then, she broke the silence with a soft but uncertain voice.

"How did we end up in this situation..." she tried to laugh to ease the atmosphere, " given how it all started...

The young woman felt her heart race, the beats resonating in her temples, while Krauser seemed serene, not letting her gaze escape. How can he be so calm?

"You kissed me right?"

In an instant, silence fell once again, as she felt her heart might explode, heat rising alarmingly within her body. Does he really remember that? How awkward..

"N-no, well, y-yes, I didn't really have a choice and given the c-circumsta-"

Without warning, he leaned slightly towards her, delicately gripping her neck with his strong hand, allowing his palm to glide over her soft skin. His gesture carried an unexpected tenderness as he gently pressed his lips against hers.

(Name) was taken aback by Krauser's audacity. Her heart leaped in her chest, while her cheeks flushed under the sudden kiss. She was overwhelmed by a wave of conflicting emotions, uncertain of how she should react. "I-"

"Shh."

He kissed her again.

And it felt so much better than the first one

The end. I sincerely hope you enjoyed this fiction; I loved writing it... Apologies for any possible mistakes. As for the ending, I wanted to give this man the happy ending he deserved, so it might be a bit too cute, but I like it. As for what comes next, feel free to imagine it yourself! And don't hesitate to share your opinion with me.

#resident evil #resident evil 4 #resident evil remake #leon kennedy #jack krauser #major krauser #krauser x reader #krauser #re4 krauser #resident evil krauser #major jack krauser #jack krauser x reader #wolfgang krauser #re4r #re4

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victor-the-vampire · 4 days

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Here's the first set! The re4 group! Beneath the cut is scar references. The notes may mention things like CA and SH things of the like so be careful :D

I hope you enjoyed this!

#resident evil #fanart #resident evil fanart #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #re4 #luis serra navarro #luis sera #trans jack krauser #jack krauser #major jack krauser #jack krauser fanart #leon kennedy fanart #luis sera fanart #ada wong #ada wong fanart #agent leon s kennedy #resident evil hcs #resident evil headcanons

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jokerthepotatouwu · 7 months

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RE4R AU where...

Everything is the same, essentially, but Leon was blessed by a cat spirit or something (probably because it liked his name or something), so now he has cat ears that give him infinite ammo.

Yes, I am making fun of the game mechanics, what about it?

Man has cat ears and everyone keeps staring at them and wanting to pat them, especially Ashley and Luis.

Every time he finds ammo, he just gives it to Luis.

"Here, take it."

"Ah, I think you need it more, Sancho. ^^' "

"No, I have infinite ammo."

"Right... =w=' "

"Take it."

"Just store it away for later."

"Can't, my case is full of herbs and first aid sprays."

Ada does actually pat him, but without his permission.

Krauser hates that he has a soft spot for them, and has actually had it for years. Leon allowed him to pat them after one very taxing mission (before OJ) and he's had a soft spot for them ever since.

Leon keeps them out in the open during missions because they distract and lower the enemies' guard down. They also, surprisingly, actually work, and give him sensitive hearing.

#leon kennedy #resident evil #leon s kennedy #resident evil 4 #luis serra #ashley graham #major jack krauser #ada wong #resident evil 4 remake #re4 #just to clarify #this is a crack au #purely for shits and giggles

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dante-heller · 1 year

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Who raised the drawbridge after the Krauser fight?

#resident evil #major jack krauser

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rainierest · 9 months

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I feel like to Krauser, power represents safety. He would do anything to feel safe again after operation Javier. But he doesn’t realize that he never will. He’s selfish and doesn’t care if he hurts others to get to this goal, as he is unsure how he can live in a world where there is no safety no matter how powerful you are. He thinks he is unsafe because he is weak, (inferior) and doesn’t realize safety is never guaranteed. Leon by contrast has never felt safe for a moment in his life. Krauser views Leon as naive but leon is aware the government is using him and doesn’t care about him. He is just working for them to protect Sherry and access their resources. Krauser thought being a soldier meant something, and can’t handle that it meant nothing and that his whole squad died for no reason other than the government is corrupt. He also internalizes the idea that his injury makes him worthless and weak. He is willing to do anything for a way out. Krauser thinks leon is naive and still works for government because he doesn’t realize that they won’t protect him and that he needs power to be safe: LEON KNOWS THEYLL THROW HIM OUT THE SECOND HE STOPS BEING USEFUL. But he has to do the right thing. He then doesn’t understand why krauser can’t do the right thing, he doesn’t realize that krauser is still caught up in the betrayal and trauma. Krauser thought he was a part of something important. And he was abandoned and left to die with a bunch of people he was close to and they DID DIE. And he couldn’t do anything and felt he should have been able to protect them. He thinks it was HIS FAULT. But he also knows it was the governments fault and hates them. This is not to remove the selfishness from his actions he is deeply selfish and self centered and will do anything to get ahead. This is why he seeks power instead of revenge. He just also cares very much about the people he worked with imo and is extremely mad both they and him were thrown out. Since leon works for the government he sees him as part of the problem and also sees leon as representative of his failures/what he wasn’t able to achieve. He sees leon as his replacement and unwilling to see the truth.

TLDR: to krauser power = safety and Leon is naive for not seeking power, to Leon power = corruption and safety does not exist and krauser has corrupted himself in his desire to be safe which is in itself a naive thing to want.

#me when they’re NARRATIVE FOILS.#resident evil #resident evil 4 #re4make #re4 #jack krauser #major jack krauser #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon x krauser #kreon #metaltango #resident evil analysis #rain rambles

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gigi-does-art · 4 months

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Assigning RE characters a species of bird again, since a lot of people really liked the first part!

(Part 2)

Luis Sera Navarro: Indian Peafowl

Ashley Graham: Eurasian Wren

Jack Krauser: American Harpy Eagle

Steve Burnside: Northern Cardinal

Manuela Hidalgo: Juan Fernández Firecrown

Sheva Alomar: Marvelous Spatuletail

Helena Harper: Swallow-tailed Kite

Piers Nivans: Northern Harrier

Jake Muller: Great Horned Owl

#luis serra #luis sera navarro #ashley graham #jack krauser #major jack krauser #steve burnside #manuela hidalgo #sheva alomar #helena harper #piers nivans #jake muller #resident evil #i love hummingbirds so much #so both sheva and manuela ended up being different species of hummingbirds #also i immediately decided that luis was either going to be a species of birds-of-paradise or a peafowl #had to make jake an owl just like wesker lmao #i’ll definitely make a part 3 and even a part 4 at some point #i plan on including characters from re7 and re8 as well as some characters from the shows/movies

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fortune-fool02 · 1 month

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A Knight's Duty

Knight Jack Krauser x Royal female reader

Summary: It was his duty to protect you, and he would ensure no harm befell you.

Warnings: Brief panic-attack, comfort and fluff.

I would like to thank @stop-pressing-e for this idea and inspiration. Thank you very much for reading this!

Please enjoy.

He was doing it again. You could see it out of the corner of your eye. Krauser's eyes were locked on the man who was speaking with you, waiting for him to make a wrong move so he had a reason to intervene. The hilt of his knife peaking out every so slightly.

You enjoyed it when he did. How protective he could be over you. As your personal body-guard and appointed knight, it was his job to keep you safe but Krauser took it one step further than that. He was your shield. The reason you are untouchable, even among other's of nobility. Previous assassination attempts on your life had ended in nothing but failure thanks to Krauser's dedication and bravery, part of the reason why King Saddler had him appointed as your personal knight. Not that you had any complaints of such.

However, the man in front of you was still donning on about something. What was the conversation about again? It hardly mattered, most of these types of parties and gatherings always drew in the same types of people: Those wanting to cosy up to you in hopes to get in good with the King. Hoping to have but a taste of what your bloodline could offer them, with Las Plaga so rich in your veins, to grow their own power. It was a joke. All of it.

With a soft sigh, you raised your hand to silence the man, showing that you were getting bored now before your turned and sauntered off to get your drink refilled. The music and abundance of conversations all around you melted together into a great whirring of sound, making it hard for a single thought to settle in your mind. A pounding had settled in the base of your skull as well as behind your eyes at this point and fresh air never felt so compelling. Shifting through the thick crowd of people wasn't easy without getting stopped or someone trying to start another empty conversation with you. Faces distorting themselves before your eyes, voices slurring together into a muffled sound that only machines could make. The air in the room felt thick, suffocating even, as the air within your lungs was being squeezed from you. The Plaga within your system squirming and churning in response, seeking immediately relief; demanding it. The pounding in your skull continued, a hammer being repeatedly struck against your skull with the intention to shatter the bone.

A grip latched onto your shoulder, gentle yet firm, and another around your back onto your waist. Warmth pressed against your side, and a soft voice whispered by your ear.

"Calm down. Come with me." At this moment in time, it was hard for you to determine the owner of that voice yet you obeyed, as you had nothing else you could do in that moment. The person's grip remained present, guiding and gently, leading you through the wave of people towards the blessed sight you had been trying to seek. Outside.

A chilly breeze stroked past your skin, peppering your face with sweet kisses that never tasted so sweet. Your hands reached out, gripping onto the metal railing of the balcony, the cold metal a comforting sensation in general. You swallowed as much of the night air as you could, counting mentally with every breath you took and hearing your heartbeat in your ears slow down and even itself out. The parasite also calming itself, settling back down into a relaxed state. It was only now you noticed that more blackened veins had spread along your skin before they faded with the parasite's irritation.

With one final deep breath, you exhaled slowly before turning your attention to your guide. A small smile tugged your lips at the sight of Krauser standing at arm's length away though his eyes held concern. These little attacks were not uncommon and he had enough experience to know how to help.

"Are you okay, my liege?" He spoke softly, his hand itching to reach out but he didn't want to push further. Your smile grew a little more at this, stepping closer to him and bringing your hand up to his scarred cheek. His skin was warm beneath your hand, the raised line of skin of the scar course to the touch, but you found it beautiful.

"I am now, my knight." You were thankful he was close by, like a shadow latched to her own shadow, Krauser was always there. As long as there was breath in his lungs and blood in his veins, he would be there for her. No matter what.

"You were looking for an excuse to leave that party too, weren't you?" You teased, earning a soft chuckle from the man. His hand raising up to yours on his cheek, holding it there as he lightly leaned into your touch. Something he always did when he could.

"You know I can't stand those damn things." He pressed a soft kiss on the palm of your hand. "But my concern is all for you, my [Name]." he leaned in closer, his lips pressing another soft kiss on your forehead where the symbolic makeup was, the symbol of the Plaga. A sign of royalty.

"My duty is to protect you, by any and all means, from any and all threats." The way he repeated the vow he took as your knight made warmth swell within your body. He was a blessing in every way you could wish him to be. And he was yours.

#krauser #jack krauser #major krauser #major jack krauser #jack krauser x reader #resident evil 4 #resident evil #resident evil x reader #resident evil 4 x reader #re4 remake

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corukant · 8 days

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leon’s never losing the rookie card 😔🤚

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idontremembermynamebutithinkits · 11 months

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Trying to be as active as I possibly can, have my doodles

#my art #resident evil 4 #resident evil #albert wesker #jack krauser #major krauser #leon s kennedy #weskrauser

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deleteddewewted · 11 months

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Fanfic Idea Cause Krasuer Brainrot:

MDNI, NSFW

(My trans homies, please tell me if I should add any tags. I don't want to be insensitive to any of you.)

W: Homophobia, Internalized Transphobia, Tran! Krauser, Top surgery, No Bottom surgery, Fem! Reader, Doctor! Reader, Major! Krauser, Strap Ons, Masturbation, Kinda Unhealthy but also kinda cute relationship, Its Unhealthy, I have limited knowledge of the original RE series so don't kill, All of this takes place in 2004

So Krasuer FtM and he's always struggled with the idea of intimacy. He doesn't care to much about people seeing his top surgery scars, which can easily be dismissed since you can just look at the rest of his body and see the other scars littering it. Look at his face, there's no way anyone other than his doctor would be able to know.... hopefully. Times have changed, yes, but that didn't mean that people like him were accepted or welcomed. He's worked too hard to have his work be taken from him because of something so minor.

Anyways, he's overall pretty confident in that no one knows that he's trans and he's happy to keep it that way. That all comes crashing down when they get a new doctor. This doctor obviously has to read their files to catch up on their medical history and be it that his doesn't say that he was assigned female at birth, it does have the long list of surgeries he's had to have as well as his consistent use of hormones and hormone blockers. He tries to be nice to the doctor, play nice, make sure he doesn't yell at them too much or cross a line because they could so easily take everything away from him if they felt like it.

But the doctor doesn't do that. Instead, she makes it her duty to support him silently. She makes sure to remind him that he was medication ready to be picked up, she tells him about his checkups, reminds him to take care of his scars and ensures proper cleaning of any wounds or possible infection sights. She does it all without once telling him that she knows because that is not something for her to tell or force him to tell her about. She's his doctor as well as everyone else's and it's her job to have her patients best interests at heart.

Krauser starts to get closer to her. He's smitten with how much she cares and how she's made it easier for him to get the things that he needs. He gets annoyed when that rookie kid, Kennedy, starts hanging around her office more and more. Seems like the kid has a nack for getting hurt so he's always in her care chatting her up.

Eventually, when he and the doctor start fooling around, he starts to realize that he wants to do more than just make out and dry hump. He wants her to touch his bare skin and mark it. But its whats below his pants that bothers him. He doesn't have to think too much about his sex, he barely ever fucks and if he does its with strangers at a bar when he's deployed. But with her, he wants to be bare. He wants her to know. He needs her to know if she'd stay even while knowing that the man she is sleeping and seeing didn't have something that made him a "complete man".

He fingers her, fucks her in the dark with a strap on so she never knows (But she does know and she can tell because the silicone is cold against her skin not like a penis would be), and he eats her out like a man starved. He pushes their relationship further, he asks her to sleep in his courters because he wants to share his space with her. He starts to juggle the "buts" and "what ifs" if he should ask her to make their relationship official with a name or a title. Would she be his girlfriend? Would she be his partner? Maybe someday his spouse? What if she leaves him cause he's not whole? Would she even care to listen to him? Has he been lying to her for not telling her about him being trans? Did he lead her on?

All of it comes crashing down on him when one day they get into an argument and he pushes her away. They start to move their things around, her clothes and other items no longer in his courters and her scent slowly fading with each passing day she doesn't sleep in the same bed as him.

He's alone again, mopping in his own sorrows at what he lost and he gets injured while trying to save her from a fire that breaks out in the medical bay. He carries her to a truck and helps her help a young colleague of hers while barking out orders to his men to help the wounded. They make it to a hospital near the base and once she knows her coworker is safe she collapses, the adrenaline running out in her body. When she wakes up, she confronts him, asks him why did he close her out when she just wanted the truth.

"Where you seeing someone else?"

"No, why-"

"Then why push me away, Jack? I just wanted you to tell me what was wrong so I could help and instead you yell at me."

"I was scared."

"Of what?" He doenst respond he's silent. Instead he begins to unbuckle his pants and pulls them down so she could see. But she doesn't. She doesn't look down to look at what he wants her to look at. She keeps her gaze fixated on him as she slowly blinks and forms her thoughts.

"Jack, I've known. Ove always known." He doesn't know if he should scream or sob in relief. He's too conflicted for this conversation. It's too complicated.

He leaves and only comes back when she's discharged from the hospital. He picks her up and drives her back to base. He offers her his room to rest and recover. He makes sure to help apply her medication on to her burns and put on the compression sleeve for her arms and legs. He's there to take care of her when she can't.

And when she tells him that she misses him, he caves and begins to kiss her body. Her breasts are soft, her stomach ever the best part to squeeze, her hips there for him to grab.

He shows her everything about himself. She knew and she stayed and continued to stay. She kissed his pelvis and sucked on his clit, tongue flicking it over and over again all while rubbing his thighs. She fingered slowly at first before he complained that he wasn't a "damsel". So she fucked him. Watched him squirm thanks to her fingers and tongue on his cunt and had him shaking. He came on her tongue, her chin and lips covered in his release. He screamed her name as he orgasmed again and again and made a grab for her head to keep her close. His eyes were crossed and he felt weak all over. Fuck, she was good and she knew how to make him feel good. She was with him even though he wouldn't be able to fuck her in the way she deserved to be.

#jack krauser #jack major krauser #jack krauser x y/n #jack krauser x reader #major jack krauser #resident evil 4 #re4r #re4 remake #trans jack krauser #trans character #fem reader #trans krauser #dd rambles #dd speaks

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