#krauser x reader fanfiction

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what if you got chased by mutated!Krauser only for him to corner you? 😳

ENSNARED. — JACK KRAUSER x YOU! — SMUT!

SUMMARY: you're a researcher hired by wesker, tasked to dissect major jack krauser's corpse and study the plaga in it. but a corpse isn't warm, or have a functional heart and respiratory system. they sure as hell don't talk.  or:  the plaga in krauser's body won't let him die as a means to preserve its species.

PAIRING: JACK KRAUSER/you.

TAGS: monster fucking, AU where krauser can control his mutation because i say so, monster fucking, slight blood, some tentacles, tweaking with canon abit, monster fucking, mutated arm/hand-knife fucking (?), did i tag monster fucking?, size difference, dumbification, mind break, forced orgasms, crying during sex, he chases you, DUBIOUS CONSENT, tagging body horror just in case, mating press, full nelson, pussy drunk krauser, FERAL KRAUSER, scent kink??, he's just really in heat here lol

WORD COUNT: 4491

A/N: also, just to note. his corpse was found “un-mutated."/no monster arms.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

you've walked in this surgical theatre many times—done operations, dissections many times. but for some reason, dread weighs your steps heavier. you're almost unwilling to push open those doors and uncover the corpse laid on the gurney, but you have to. you know you have to. 

you've cut open corpses many times, fully aware of the horrors they've endured just from their injuries alone. you wear gloves, but you know you can't wash off the blood on your hands. you forget their faces eventually, but—

jack krauser isn't a stranger.

he was your colleague, having nothing in common but your employer. sent together in spain, you were the brains, he was the brawn. krauser protected you, came for you when you became stranded in the laboratory, sent you away without him. it was the last time you saw him. the last time you saw him alive.

now he's laid before you, covered by a white cloth stained with his blood.

you dreaded it. it takes you a minute or two to touch it with your gloved hands, and then—

what the fuck?

his face—it was covered in blood, but he wasn't even pale in complexion. his lips were still pink, plump. almost like he's full of life. you peeled off a latex glove, pressing the top of your bare hand against his forehead, and—there's no mistaking the heat emitting from his dermis. and it wasn't just his forehead, but his whole body, too. chest, abdomen. 

you frantically peel off your other glove, pressing two fingers right below his jawline. it's subtle, weak, and almost imperceptible, but it's there. it's right there. you tugged on the cloth, letting it completely fall, and you cradle his cheek.

"krauser? can you hear me?" 

they said he was dead. that his corpse has been transported off spain and into your private lab. that they checked him and he was gone. you lean in close, bringing your ear close to his nose, and you squealed when his breath tickled the inside of your ear. it startled you, understandably so, jumping back and bumping against your table full of tools—some of your apparatus clanging on the floor. his hands spasmed, and you only noticed now that most of his lacerations have healed up, the gash that split his arm into two was practically gone. 

"k, krauser?"

your voice echoed in krauser's ears. it's so sweet. so comforting. it's a warmth that embraces him, welcomes him when his heart begins to beat again. his pain is gone, and the image of you, his pretty little scientist, flashes before his eyes. it's heavy, at first. like his limbs are nothing but weights. but he sees you in his memory, he hears you, he feels you—and he wanted nothing more than to touch you.

to hold you, to smell you, sink his teeth in you, bury his cock in y—

the light is blinding, and krauser's body jolts awake. his hands, they're no longer mutilated, only scarring and a red line forming on where the skin splits and tears. his chest is dried with blood, but there's no knife, not even a hint of it, and then— 

"oh my god,"

your scent fills krauser's nostrils, and his cerulean gaze averts to you. sweet little thing. he thinks. "doc," he croaked out, getting up from the gurney and almost falling to the floor. you rush to his aid, helping him back up on his feet. your scent is stronger. sweeter. he wants to bury his face in your neck and—

"here. h, have a drink." you skitter around the laboratory, grabbing a bottled water for him to drink. "i, i can't believe this," krauser only grunts, chugging down the water. "they said you were dead," "this look dead t'you, doc?" he can't be dead. who's going to breed his pretty little researcher full? you took the empty plastic bottle from him, setting it aside somewhere. you glance at his irises—and they were just as bright as you remember, except his pupils were dilated as he stared at you. "let's get you cleaned up, c'mon,"

at least ten different lab protocols are being broken by bringing him—a dangerous specimen—into the showers; telling him to wash off the blood and to stay put as you retreat somewhere to bring him clean clothes. as you looked for clothes his size, you can't stop thinking about it, can't wrap it around your head. he came back to life—as him. he recognized you and had no aggression. you're assuming it's the work of the plaga in krauser's body. this was a breakthrough. 

though, it seems like you've spoken too soon, because by the time you return to the showers, it's ransacked and wrecked. long, deep lines are carved into the cement of the bathroom, like someone had been slashing it with a sword. 

"y/n, is that—is that you?"

krauser's voice is back in the surgical theatre he was brought into, and your eyes widen when he emerges from the room. and now you notice how his left arm—the bones of his left arm—had mutated into something similar to a giant blade. the other one was normal, holding up your used glove into his nose. "oh my god," the spare clothes fall on your feet. "i thought you left . .i thought you left me, y/n," instincts take over you, running back to the direction where you came from. 

"wait, y/n, wait!"

you didn't dare look back, because his footsteps tell you that he's right behind you. "not gonna hurt you—!" clearly, that was a lie. you didn't see it, but he almost grabbed a hold of your shoulder, and barely missed. the lustre of his mutated arm—the blade—is slammed against the walls of the hallway, accidentally opening a few doors and destroying a few wires that kept the lights on. krauser sees you turn to the room to the left, but was met with a barely-lit cafeteria. all this furniture, but not a single you in sight. 

you tried to keep your panting to a minimum as you skittered behind the counter. the dark gave you an advantage, and you figured crouching would give you more chances to move around undetected. "don't leave me, y/n. i need you. got even cleaned up f'you. isn't that what you wanted?" krauser whined, and you peeked through the glass as you watched him flip every desk and chair with just one swift move of his arm. "damn it!" he shouts, and you duck just before he could see your head. 

"i'll find you—i'll fucking . . find you. you know i can smell you, right?"

fuck. fuck . . you had to get out of here. the safest place in your lab would be the observation cells. the glass is tough, seriously tough, and only you had access to the doors. it wouldn't be too far from the canteen. you could hear his frustrated grunt, destroying the door of what you think is the pantry. "i love a good hunt, y/n!" you recoiled at the sight of the door being thrown across the room.

"you can't hide forever. come on, y/n. let's not drag this out." the closer he got, the louder you could hear the water and the blood drip from his body. a minute passes, and you could feel your stomach twist in fear when the steps have stopped. just the dripping. 

you slowly raise your head back to the counter, and you shrieked when you realized he had been staring at you this whole time. "thereeee you are. don't run. i was wondering when you'd show that pretty— hey, come back here!" you scramble, heels almost slipping on the smooth floor, but you managed to crawl away, and out. krauser's growl echoes in the empty room, destroying everything that was before him out of frustration. 

the observation cells shouldn't be too far—you knew these halls by heart. even if he destroyed the lights, you knew your way, and where to turn. you had no time to turn on the switches as you entered the study area, your steps pausing in front of the observation cell's door and frantically swiping your ID into the keycard slot.

WELCOME, Y/N.

it greets, the metal door opening for you, and you practically throw yourself into the dark, unlit cell. a sigh escapes you, relieved. you don't hear krauser, and you hoped he's somewhere away from you. you needed to alert wesker. even if you don't, he'll be around soon. 

BIOWEAPON DETECTED. ACTIVATING LOCKS. LIGHTING SYSTEMS SET TO: MINIMAL VISIBILITY.

STRUCTURAL DAMAGE DETECTED. EMERGENCY FAILSAFE DETECTED. UNLOCKING SEQUENCE UNAVAILABLE.

"oh my god," overhead lights slowly activate, and you back yourself into a corner when you see krauser's muscular silhouette. fuck, you were an idiot. "i warned you not to run," you braced yourself for the worst as krauser approached you, his bigger frame looming over you. but he doesn't tear you apart. quite the opposite, actually, you realized that both his arms have now mutated—and the other seemed more grotesque and complex than the blade hand. still, it resembled his hand in a disturbing way.

closing the gap between both of you, the first thing he does is press his nose onto your sweaty jaw, taking in your scent and growling. "delicious," he whispered, his mutilated left arm caging you in place. "d, don't hurt me, please," you whined, and krauser chuckled. "oh no, baby. i could never," you could feel a thin, tendril-like appendage caress your cheek. it's slimy, sticky. "i need you. need you to be my wife. be my mate. gotta get you stuffed full," 

your eyes widened. "no, no! krauser, we—mpffgh!" his lips are on yours, and you could taste the minty toothpaste and the copper of blood. you didn't kiss back, you can't, this was wrong. he could kill you, but you can't push him back—he was twice your fucking size. his tongue forces your lips to part, and you whimpered when he began to graze the blunt edge of his blade arm onto your thigh, your dress hiking up in the process. 

al of your whimpers are muffled. even in this frenzied state, you couldn't deny how much of a great kisser he was. he took charge—which was, well, very in character of krauser—grabbing your waist with his terrifying, gargantuan hand, forcing you to grind your cunt against the edge of his weaponized arm. its bumps sickeningly against your clit, and you can't deny the pleasure that sends sparks all over your body. 

once krauser parts from your lips, he doesn't waste any seconds, kissing your neck and never hesitating to sink his canines onto your skin. "mine," he whispered, tongue temptingly lathering the pillowy flesh of your lobe. "stayed alive f'you. could hear your voice in my earpiece." you're tiny, compared to his enlarged, contorted hand, and it was way too easy for him to tear the fabric off your frame. "krauser, i—," there's not many words you can squeeze out, because krauser doesn't want to hear it. doesn't wanna hear how you don't want him because that's not true. he's seen how you look at him, how you smile at him, how you laugh at his shit jokes—you want him. it's not true that you want him to stop. not true. nottruenottruenotttruenottruenottrue

you groaned in discomfort when his giant hand tightens around your waist, and he maneuvers you as if you were just a doll, throwing you on the unused bed and quickly getting on top of you. the support of the bed breaks, and you shrieked, holding on to him. he shows no reaction, only latching his mouth on your nipples; teasing the squishy, perky ends with his teeth.

the rest of your clothes are torn off, and yet you don't feel a bit of the cold. his warmth—heat, actually—was more than enough to keep you from freezing to death. "you even got us a comfy room. think this'll do for our first honeymoon, sweets?" his trail of bites and kisses head south, tongue teasing the edges of your panties. "i'll take you to—," smooch. "greece. and then—," smooch, smooch. "to croatia—," krauser was practically on his knees by the time he was settled between your legs. the small bed left little to no room for someone his size, but he didn't care. 

"how does that sound, baby? hm? gonna be my pretty little wife," 

you're not given a chance to respond when krauser obscenely pressed his nose into the outline of your pantied cunt, inhaling deeply like you’re oxygen. "don't—fuck! don't do that," you mumbled, slapping a hand on your mouth. you felt so hot, so embarrassed, felt like y'were gonna pop. "hoooly shit," from above, you could see how his eyes rolled back, how he leaned back in to take in to take a second, third, whiff of you. it was so depraved, so . .

krauser strips off the damp fabric by hooking the small bone that curved from his blade arm, and you raised your hips to help him. this immensely pleased krauser. "little slut. eager to let me taste you?" he cooed, and your hips bucked when he began to rub the dull part of his blade against your clit again. "h, hnnng—!" you whimpered. his blood smears on your cunt, and god—krauser was obsessed. this was his blood. his own twisted way of marking you. 

"mmm . . " 

once he gets his tongue on you, he can't pull away. he physically can't stop kissing that pussy, teasing your hole with the tip of his wet muscle. your moans grow louder, subconsciously pressing his face more into your cunt. "so fucking—hmppff. . so fuckin' good," his vox buzzes against your slit. he could taste the metallic flavour of his blood mixing with your own arousal. bittersweet, delectable.

hard t'breathe through his nose when he's busy usin' it to compensate for the lack of attention on your clit, perversely movin' his head side to side as if he could delve deeper into you. "mm, fuck," he groans against your cunt. "h, haa—fuck!" you can't believe you're doing this, actually enjoying what this . . monster was doing to you. "krauser," you whimpered, and krauser hissed when you tugged on his golden, blood-stained locks. 

his face is covered in your slick; milky cream smeared all over his chin and mixing with his saliva. "so good," krauser huffed, his gaze not breaking yours. he loved seeing you like this. docile. "so, so good," his cock ached. ached to feel something. ached to stuff you balls fucking deep. "mine. your pussy's mine," krauser’s taunts are followed by rapid flicks of his tongue on your clit and you can't sit still. can’t keep your hips in place when you involuntarily hump him, when your body's asking for more.

your back arches so sluttily, it's such a shame how he misses the sight, but that's okay. how your clit spasms around his mouth—lips now wrapped around your sensitive bud—and how you squeal and cry his name, it makes up for the shortcoming. you can’t see his face, not when your irises are receding back to your sockets, but his cheeks are hollowed, your poor clit having to deal with intense pleasure as he sucked on it like a good mate should. your body’s pinned in place, and you’re forced to take it. forced to feel that orgasm quickly creeping up on you. 

“jack—♡! waitwaitwaitwaitwaitwait!” 

hearing you call him by his given moniker only fuels this already bottomless greed, and soon enough, you’re cumming in his mouth. tugging his hair, letting your body quiver as an orgasm washes over you. your screams echo in the cell, and you could hear how you’ve soaked his face, how he hungrily laps all of it up; tongue all the way down to your ass, up, up to your mons, just to ensure that he won’t waste a single drop. now you smell just like him. “fuuuuuck, y/n,”

your legs feel like jell-o. your body slumps on the broken bed, mind in cloud 9 and feeling nothing but euphoria. it took you a while to notice your krauser bestowing all these kisses onto your jaw in an attempt to bring you back to reality. "y/n," he called, and your gaze steadies, seeing krauser hovering atop you. "hnn . . " "shh, shh, i'm here. you're fine," his lips are all over your face, sweetly bestowing kiss after kiss after kiss. "legs open, baby," you hear him whisper. and you, you're not any better. the moment you're parting your legs for him, krauser makes himself at home, settling between it and letting his cock rest on your cunt. stomach, actually. 

this isn't your first time having sex, seeing cock—but fuck. monstrous is an understatement. "y'like it, girlie?" he taunts, moving his hips and letting your slick soak all of it. "it's big," you huffed. "is that even going to fit?" "it will." krauser was practically growling at you. it has to. you were made for him. just him. "guide it in." krauser demands, and you oblige, holding it and slowly letting the thick crown prod at your tip. 

his hips impatiently move, and at least two inches were forced into your hole. it earns him a wail, as pleasure overwhelms you. "sh , shit—, so tight," he shuddered, that first stretch being nothing but absolute bliss for the both of you. he doesn't wait for you to loosen up, plunging the rest of his cock into your cunt with a feral growl. 

there's a warmth on your cheek, and you realize it's his spit—he's fucking drooling just from putting it in. "love—oh my fucking god—i love your pussy," there's nothing stopping him from pounding you, his hips are practically moving on its own. "j, jaaack . . h, haaaah . . . !" the vice on your waist only made his cock graze the deepest parts of your pretty cunt, essence smearing around the base of his shaft and balls.

"gonna—gonna breed you. mine . . you're fucking mine. you're mine," 

it's what he hears in his head. what all he thinks about. what only matters in this moment. 

it didn't even hit you that your eyes were closed, when his arms—the bladed arm no longer mutated—began to wrap around your ankles. krauser had lifted your hips in the process, and you now both had a clear view of the bulge in your lower area of your tummy. "that's me—lookit' that, baby. that's me . . that's—!" he snarled, canines baring as he forced himself as deep as he could—"me. fucking me."—to show you that was him, alright. "that's me. go on, feel it,"

krauser's prey, you, immersed in your concupiscence and need—mindlessly caress the protrusion, biting your lip and feeling your cunt twitch. "yeaah . . you like that, don't you?" "uh-huh . . ♡," his merciless thrusts resume, and you feel the skin in that area swell with every shove, and shrink back when he's dragging his cock out aaaall the way to the tip. y'didn't need to ask him to fuck you faster, because he's back to impaling you with his monster cock, slamming into you again and again and again. not gently, too. never. krauser never looked like the gentle type, and it showed with his harsh pounding. poor little you can barely keep up, barely think. 

but you loved it. your cunt sure did, wetly squelching as he rut into you. "deeper—deeper, please. please," fuck, fuuuuuck—his balls twitch at your pleading. you looked so fucked out already. so needy, he could practically see the hearts in your pupils. letting his figure anchor your legs, his body replaces his grip; ankles now digging onto the crooks of his traps, he locks you in place with a mean mating press, and even meaner thrusts as his tip kept kissing, bruising your cervix.

"d, deep enough for 'ya, baby?" 

a laugh rumbles from his throat after hearing your answer—if he could call it that—it's nothing but your scandalous mewls. nothing understandable. it spoke volumes for him. his ramming is relentless, driven by ferality. even in this position, with all the work tasked to his hips, it doesn't seem to hold him back, not fatigue, not even difficulty. 

krauser's tongue drags over your slack-jawed mouth, your teeth, and it's not long until his mouth is locked with yours. it's sloppy, hardly passes as a kiss, but it'll make do. after all, krauser has all the time to kiss you in the future anyway. it's hard to reciprocate, hard to even maintain a proper liplock, because his thrusts are just so damn nasty—took all of your strength and logic away!

"needed to . . needed to do this since i laid my e, eyes on you," krauser babbled once your lips are separated, forehead resting on yours. "knew i—knew i needed you then . . oh, baby. fuck, fuck . . " "need y'too. need you, jack. need youu . . h, hnnnngh . . " you don't know what you're saying anymore—mouth movin' faster than your head—but if it was comin' out of your pretty lips, it must be true. 

his hips are forcefully slamming down on you like there was no tomorrow, starved and animalistic. it made your toes curl, made you cry out his name and hold on to his arms as he fucked you hard and deep. the pain has long subsided, and once you've adjusted to the leg-shaking stretch, it's nothing but euphoria, nothing but pleasure. something you didn't know you craved for, til now. 's all what your fucked-out pretty head can think about. 

but it's not enough, krauser thinks. because you're still lucid. still fucking conscious. 

he's gotta—gotta be a good mate, gotta be good to the bearer of his kids. gotta fuck you harder! just when you thought he can't go any faster, he does. you're not given the chance to ponder how he has the stamina, because every single thought that doesn't involve his cock turns to a blur. 

he's pistoning his hips brutally into you, your cervix forced to accommodate his tip. you feel it, almost like a triumphant pop! when the bulbous crown's enveloped with a second ring of tightness. "oh m , my— uhnn! g, gooooooddd—♡!" 

your eyes cross, and with him caging you in place, you're just forced to feel it all, feel all this pleasure. feel him force an orgasm out of you as he kept pummeling that creamy fucking cunt. "oh, baby. there you go. such'a . . so good, yeah? keep squirting. ♡," it's almost like nothing happened, and he keeps fucking you to overstimulation, loving how he could experience your cunt quiver around him. 

clear liquid is dripping from him, and fuuuuck, your fucking smell just fills the room. he knows it's this damned parasite that makes your scent thrice as delicious, but he doesn't care. doesn't fucking care. just you. 

all he cares about is youjust youjustyoujustfuckingyou

all of your strength is practically gone. not like you needed it, when krauser was there to manhandle you. and for once, he's showing signs that he's human—his thrusts beginning to get reckless and frantic. it's obvious he's close to spilling his load into you, and krauser wants nothing more than to breed your fucking womb.

you could feel your nipples graze upon his built chest when your spine curves beautifully. despite faltering and losing the rhythm he had maintained early on, it's just as vigorous; fulfilling his unspoken promise to ruin you or anyone else. i mean, who else could batter your sensitive womb like he does? who can even compare? nobody.

letting a growl reverberate in the cell, he's plunging into you so deep you could feel his pubes graze against your sensitive clit. you could hardly miss the hot sensation of his cum filling you and overspilling. you're not talking, obviously, and krauser wasn't, either—brows narrowed together as he whimpered through the toe-curling ecstasy. it's fucking messy and leaks everywhere, and all you could do was whine as he bred you, rutting into you a few more times before practically slamming down his body weight onto you.

you're in heaven, you think—seeing white and feeling weightless? yeah, you were. 

krauser sloppily sucked on your tongue, his own filthy way of kissing you, as he stayed still. he swears he can still feel semen spurting out. "mhff . . baby," your spit's all over him, and fuck, it was so nasty, he loved it. "y/n, sweetheart. come back," his kisses trail over to your jawline, and with a territorial bite of his teeth, your eyes are flashing open. "hi," you weakly, craning your neck. "hi, baby," like you weren't marked up enough, krauser added a few more bright red hickeys that branded you his—only his. it looked perfect on you. all you needed was his last name, he thinks.

you could hear him transform back to his original state—unmutated and owning normal-sized hands and arms. it was definitely a little nasty, hearing crunches of bones and the squishing of tender flesh. yeah. you definitely needed to get used to that. 

"don't pass out on me, baby. 'm not yet done,"

"what?"

━━━ ♱ ━━━

you can't tear your eyes away from your cunt, as if krauser has trained you to keep your gaze ONLY on your cunt. his arms are hooked under your weak legs, muscular chest pressed against your sweaty back, and fucking sprawling you and that creampied, filled pussy open for everyone to see as he held you in place in a full nelson. this was krauser's third round, and you've lost track of what time it is and how many times you've cummed on his cock. 

not even the thought of wriggling and squirming away filled your head. you shamelessly begged him to fuck you, begged him to make everyone know that you belonged to him and not caring a single bit about the depraved words you babbled out. 

your eyes widen when you feel something thin, slimy, slithering on your skin, on your hips. it's coming from his strong forearms, snaking its way up, up on the back of your thighs. "k, krauser what's—what's th , thaa— h, hngg, fuuuuuuck . . ♡!" your question is quickly answered when the tendrils gently wrap around your clit, kneading and mimicking a sucking sensation. 

krauser laughs when you're forced to cum, your squirt splashing onto the unbreakable glass wall, right in front of your boss—who's been watching for maybe about an hour now. yet you only registered his figure just now, and for some reason, your cunt twitches in anticipation. 

"yeah? y'like being fucked in front of someone?" 

he chuckled mischievously, adjusting his hold on your head so he could pound you just a little faster. you're mortified, humiliated, being locked in place in such a provocative, vulnerable way, but your cunt's betraying you, pulsating and leaking more creamy slick onto krauser's cock.

"he's been watching us, baby. listening. right from the start. like what you see, wesker?"

end.

A/N: hi! sorry ive been gone. i'd like to wish you all a belated happy holidays and a happy new year! i've been so busy, and i got really sick after christmas, so i've been kinda resting. sort of. i think this one is sloppy too, i'm currently recovering from a deadly writer's block. thank you so much for reading! mwaaah! <3

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shoutout to all my fellow smut enjoyers

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Turbo Killer

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

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

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

not proofread

title from Turbo Killer by Carpenter Brut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your pussy pulses and clenches around Jack and he groans. 

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

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

“Is that true, sweetheart?”

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

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

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

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

Jack and Leon moan almost in unison.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Another masculine moan echoes in the air as Ashley squeals. 

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

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

Listening to Jack fuck Ashley sends your arousal spiraling higher. 

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

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

Jack laughs crudely, “Same here.”

You whimper up at Leon who smiles down at you. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Leon grins in return, “Me too.”

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[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 1,063

Gif NOT mine.

Year posted - 2024

Rating - SFW

Reading time (roughly) - 2 minutes (short & sweet)

"You've had so much done." Jack murmured softly as his fingers traced over the tattoos adorning (Y/n) hand. "It was like an addiction." She said with humor in her voice. His blue eyes remained locked on the ink staining her skin, enamored by the intricacies of each piece. "I never liked tattoos much." Jack admitted, as his fingers drifted from her hand to her wrist. He then hooked his finger in the cuff of her sleeve, and pulled it up to reveal even more tattoos. "Always thought it made people seem like they were trying to be something they weren't." Jacks fingers dragged up her arm slowly, before he turned it over and traced back down to her wrist. "But not you." He muttered softly, his eyes locked onto his favorite of her tattoos. "You are a work of art, you exude elegance and grace. You are strong and you are brave. You take every ounce of pain in stride, and shrug it off like it was a mere annoyance. I envy your dedication to it." He admitted as he tore his eyes away from her tattoos, to look into her eyes. His swirled with raw emotion, while (Y/n)'s held curiosity and wonder. "You sound like you're in love." (Y/n) whispered softly, her heart thundering in her chest. "Maybe I am." He shrugged casually, his eyes casting back to her tattoos, which he continued to trace. "Maybe I am too." She whispered into his ear, content with allowing him to toy with her stained skin. All the while Leon sat across from them on the airplane, looking and feeling completely bewildered to see the Major acting so strange with (Y/n). "What the hell was that?" Leon muttered under his breath, his heart freezing when he locked eyes with Krauser.

This wasn't how I initially intended for this one to go, but I like how it turned out. And I hope you did too. Don't forget, likes, reblogs, and comments, are all greatly appreciated. Enjoy your day. 💚

[greenteasnoothie]

I feel like Krauser would be so dry when texting anyone, he just gets to the point 💔

[sinnaea]

Soldiering On (Krauser x You RE fanfic)

Rating: Explicit Fem!reader

Summary You’re a dancer at a distinguished gentlemen’s club and your most loyal and favorite customer arrives. You haven’t seen him in months and he asks you for a special request before he leaves again on one last mission.

Excerpt You want to scamper to him like a puppy finding its master has come home. But you approach Jack with your signature sashay. Your hips and shoulders seductively sway with each step. Making him wait and miss you as much as he made you miss him. He’s booked your entire night so there’s no rush after all.

There’s a large, round ottoman that rests in between you and Jack. You bend down, place your hands and knees on the deep red velvet and crawl toward him like a cat prowling in the night. Your hair falls forward as you maintain a tantalizing glare with him. As you draw near, your hand reaches forward and grabs the end of his tie. Jack’s teeth beams through his smile as you kneel up before him and give his tie a little tug like a leash, making him your puppy.

[roseglazedlens]

⦑ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐥 ⦒ ✧.*

pairing(s): jack krauser x masc! reader synopsis: your fiancé is late from his morning runs once again. he's hiding something, you don't know what it is yet, but you will uncover the truth on your special day—september 19th 2023. content: masculine pronouns used twice, fluff, misunderstanding trope, mentions of metaltango a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @sporeghost for turning 27!!! did i surprise you hehehhe? :3 for rhys, the no.1 krauser supporter! thank you for reaching out, for being my first follower + friend on this platform, you're always so nice to me & such a writing inspiration! also busted my ass trying a new style on this (word doc says 56 hours oml) - tbh idk if any of it makes sense, but if it did, hope you enjoy it!! « 1.8 k words┇masterlist┇ao3┇reblogs appreciated! »

Footsteps, lightly tread across the floorboard. Barely a squeak breathes the dawn mist as Krauser tightens his sneaker’s laces, attempting to not rouse you from your slumber. His routine of discipline ingrained into him—unyielding—even during his off days. The gentle thuds fade into the silence, with only a dull creak of the door to signal Krauser leaving your shared home.

You shift yourself in the cocoon of white linen, rolling into the warm side of the bed where your fiancé just laid. Smother yourself in the pillows that still linger his morning scent and the reminders of his residue warmth. This isn’t unusual for you and your fiancé—you had accustomed to his early morning antics during these years of common lodging.

Yet it is unusual that in these couple of weeks, he leaves home much later, and often staying past afternoon outside. A brewing suspicion stalks your thoughts—that whether these early mornings are just ‘runs’ or an attempt to escape from the serenity and comfort.

The door creaks open as you are lounging on the couch. The sun is hanging high now, blinding the floorboards on your living space. It was almost the afternoon—No call, no text, no ‘I’ll be late’. You tried to get comfortable, read a little, shoo the irrationality from your conscious despite your better judgement. After all, Krauser has been nothing but the best fiancé in the world beside this short period of time.

“How was your run, Jack?” You lower your book slightly when Krauser enters the room, inspecting him from the corner of your eye.

“It was good, sweetie.” Krauser responds as he unties his shoelaces. Taking firm steps to you. Bending over to plant a kiss on your forehead. Nothing out of the ordinary. “How was your book?”

“Good.” You lie. Your mind so occupied that you were just reading words, not sentences. Even the lustful thrills and toe-clenching horrors of Stephen King can’t get you out of this sickened mood.

You can’t help but notice how his shirt isn’t sweat-stained, his hair still slicked back, which he never does before a run because it will sweat into its original state. The thought weighs your mind as Krauser positions his exercise bag next to the couch as he slumps to the seat next to you.

“You’re a bit late today.” It isn’t your intention to ambush him the moment he comes home, but it sure sounds like it.

Those eyelashes bat with steady coolness, reaching over you to collect the TV remote. Not even an impulsive twitch on his finger, like nothing was wrong. Like there wasn’t a question viciously aching your brain and plaguing your thoughts. You see bandaids over his left hand—between the creased joint of his thumb, across the open arch of pliant skin sloping towards the rest of the fingers. Through the corner of your eyes, you see the strip tugged around the pads of his index finger—still freshly beige instead of greying from everyday wear and tear.

You can’t figure out whether it was just his serene normality or his unpiercable lie, one that he had grown proficient in after years of training.

“Yeah. It was a long run.” A pause. Airing with a tension of something unsaid. The charming voices spoken through the TV felt solemn, sarcastic with how their laughter fractures the space you share. You clear your throat. “Anything else?”

“Not really.” Krauser sits in his silence, retreating into his own world that feels far, far away from you right now. You notice he hasn’t looked at you once, and then those same eyes turn to you. He knows you’re watching him, waiting for him to say something, demanding an answer—of any kind—to soothe the thoughts in your brain.

Krauser hesitates, fumbling the words as he does so. “I guess… I ran into Leon at the park.”

“Leon, huh.” Jealousy creeps behind your throat, following with a venom that taints your breath. “What— so you’re telling me, you came home late. And just happen to bump into Leon?”

“Look— It’s not what you think.” Krauser opens his mouth in attempts of honesty, but closes into a lie. “We just talked. That’s all.”

“You’re hiding something from me, Jack.” Your fists clench itself first, then threatens with a hitch of breath that will crack the glass that’s been patched together over and over. The words came out weak, much weaker than you anticipated. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing. I didn’t even stop to say hi.” He frantically clicks through the channels, hoping to find something that may diverge your attention to the screen, and ultimately, dropping this whole topic together.

“You and Leon— did something happen? I won’t get mad, I promise.”

“Drop it.” His answer is straight. Rough on the edges. A command. Too militarian for you who simply desires honesty and transparency. “You’re jumping to conclusions.”

The remote drops to the floor.

A thud. A harsh clack. The device’s back compartment detaches, and the batteries fall, rolling away. Alike the distance between you two, coming undone and splaying across the hardwood floor. Krauser curses a little under his breath as he grabs the batteries, grateful that can buy extra time for his answer and composure.

“Wanna watch something?” His voice slows, as if to convince himself he’s not mad—doesn’t deserve to be—for being the one who raises his voice. But those are merely words, not actions, to diffuse tension that suffocates: laboured and too late. You let his request hang the air as you rise, beelining to the bedroom door as you leave him in the grief of betrayed silence.

September 19th

You begin to regret every part of this petty fight you have been upholding on your end. Krauser tries to call a truce with you every night, seducing you with meaningless praise while simultaneously not revealing the truth that aches your brain.

Krauser crawls into your side of the bed, embracing you—and despite being hardly awake, you are awake enough to comprehend all the ridges of his chest and ab muscles flushing against your back—which earns a slight groan from you as you pull his arm over you. You guess you can make an exception, it being your birthday after all.

“Happy birthday, my fiancé.” He pecks a kiss onto your shoulders, submerging you in both the warmth of his words and body.

You whispered a laboured ‘thanks’ underneath sleepy breath. Something about being embraced by your lover as the dawn hits is magical, but at this moment, you slide away with how the thoughts over the brewing tension these past few days.

Krauser sighs understandingly, turning over to his bedside table to rustle something from his drawers before turning back to you. “You might not be mad at me after this.”

You watch as his hands hold out something in his back. Curious instinct leads you to lean in and peek behind him, which Krauser shifts the item to his other hand, disguising it from your view. You scoff: “Well, can I have it?”

“Huh. Not mad anymore?” A corner of his lips upturn into a snicker.

Your frown. “Keep this up, maybe I’ll stay mad.”

“But don’t you want your present?” Krauser is grinning. He’s enjoying this too much. Bringing his hand forward, a box—humble in size and shape—in front of you, ribbon dangling through the hook between his index finger. As you lift your arms, Krauser moves it higher up where you cannot reach.

“I should be getting two gifts, one for an apology and another for my birthday.” You taunt at him some more, snatching the box from his fingers to nestle it in your arms. Ribbon ties crookedly on the top, and the birthday wrapping messily tucked into the side only elevates the charm of its homemade genuineness and warmth.

You look at the box, then turn your head up to Krauser again. He gives you a smiling nod, a go-ahead to unravel your gift. Then you peel off the gift wrap, careful at first, but eventually tearing them apart when the wrapping can’t be preserved. You open the lid.

Two wooden sculptures, just short of six inches. Each consist of a short bulky stem imprinted with a face, a sloped cap—painted red and green with careful dotted whites—shielding the face like a tiny umbrella. The left figure has a pinched eyebrow, dips forming downturned lips that made it look so serious. A distinct cheek scar running across his face that you recognise from anywhere. And the other figure… well, that’s you.

“What…” You shuffle your lookalike out of its cardboard support and hold it in your palm, spinning it to catch all the details in the light.

Krauser grins, picking up the other figure to position it next to his cheek. Then he copies the sculpture’s expression, almost uncannily alike himself. You let out a snicker at the sight, and as if your smile is contagious, he laughs too, breaking character. “Well… I might have spent too many tries perfecting this.”

You look at the two little mushroom sculptures next to each other. It’s no professional work, but each careful dip and curve is genuine, practiced and carved with love. You feel Krauser’s gaze on you.

“You made this?” Now you notice the gentle dip of bags underneath his eyes. Lids are droopy. Exerted.

“Do you like it?” He asks, tone growing softer in relief.

You didn’t answer, simply letting your replica’s face lightly crash against each other. Krauser inches closer, falling his lips against yours. The kiss is brief, but long enough for the exchange of mutual connection and forgiveness. You smile once more, placing the two sculptures right next to your window sill. It sits proudly on your sill as the light shines in, as if it belongs there perfectly.

“I’m not very good at lying, as you’ve figured out. I just needed any excuse so you won’t figure out your surprise.” Krauser lets out a deep sigh of relief, tapping you on your nose affectionately. “Thank god it’s over. I never want to hide anything from you again.”

“Thank you.” came your sincere gratitude. “Maybe you should teach me how to do this.”

“Oh, I don’t know if you’ll like it. It’s harder than it looks.” He pulls you closer, lessening the distance between you two. “Besides, those beautiful hands of yours shouldn’t be touching those sharp knives.”

“What if I don’t mind a bit of danger?”

“Well...” Krauser snickers, bringing his lips to your forehead. “Then I guess I can teach you a few things, my prince.”

“Oh, so you’re my knight now, is it?” You chuckle.

“Yes, your highness.” Krauser bows his head humorously, trying to his best not to chuckle. “Anything you heart desires.”

“If that’s case,” You wrap your hands around his back, and falls back onto the bed, pulling him with you. “I’m ordering you to stay.”

Krauser looks at you, the warmth in his chest blooming. And for a moment, nothing mattered. Just you and this bed is all he needs. He smiles deeply this time.

“We can definitely arrange that.”

thanks for reading! come check out my other works. —yours truly, rose. tags: @scar-crossedlvrs @obsolescent © roseglazedlens — please do not repost, plagiarise, or feed to ai.

[bihanarms]

Chapter 2 : Infected

Here's chapter 2!! Warning: mention of violence, kidnapping, etc. just to let you know, there's a lot of angst. Remember it's an enemies to lovers story, hoping you'll enjoy this chapter! And sorry for any mistakes, let me know your feedback ;)

(Name) had lost all sense of time. She had no idea how long she had been locked up in that cell. The suffocating silence only intensified her feeling of total isolation and the room was so dark that she couldn't even distinguish the walls, making her feel even more oppressed.

The only thing that was certain was the constant fear that gnawed at her insides. She had been deprived of almost everything, just enough food and water to stay alive, but not enough to regain her strength.

Suddenly, the young woman coughed violently, feeling a metallic taste in her mouth. She spat out a thick, dark red substance that stained the floor of her cell. She panicked at the sight of blood, wondering what was wrong with her. 

Was it just a cough or something more serious?

The door then creaked open slowly, revealing a massive shadow.

Him again…

He silently approached her cell with a tray of food as he retrieved the keys from his military pants and unlocked the door, warning her not to make any sudden movements.

(Name) watched the tray in front of her with a sense of pity. She examined the contents of the plate: a dull, shapeless brown porridge that didn't look very appetizing, a slice of stale bread, and a glass of murky water. The food emitted an unpleasant odor, as if it had been left out too long. The journalist let out a sigh of disappointment as the tall man exited the cell and closed it behind him.

As she noticed again her blood on the floor next to her food tray, she quickly snapped back to reality, her panic resurfacing once again. The sudden sound of a voice coming from the man's walkie-talkie caught her attention.

"Krauser, what is the condition of the hostage?" the voice asked. So Krauser was his name.

"She seems okay." Krauser replied in a cold, dry tone, leaning against one of the walls in the room to keep an eye on the girl.

In a sudden outburst of emotion, (Name) lunged towards the bars of her cell, thrusting her blood-stained hand out towards Krauser.

"Does this look okay to you?!" she shouted, her voice a mix of fear and anger. "What did you do to me, you bastard?!"

Krauser stared back at her with empty eyes, showing no signs of any human emotion. They locked eyes for what felt like an eternity, with him remaining still and silent, while she clung tightly to the bars of her cell, her arm still trembling as she pointed towards her captor. She scrutinized his lips, hoping for any answer, any word that might shed some light on what was happening to her.

Seeing no response from him, (Name) tightened the bars of his cell even harder in a sign of rage.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, asshole."

The man suddenly walked confidently towards the cell and leaned down slightly to speak to her. Each of his footsteps echoed in the room.

"They infected you, I'm afraid." he said with a condescending air.

(Name) fixed Krauser with confusion, trying to understand what he was talking about.

"Infected? What virus? What's going to happen to me?!"

"Now you're asking too many questions, sweetheart." he replied with a sigh before getting up and heading back to his guard post.

(Name) didn't know how to respond to Krauser's statement. Infected? She didn't understand what he meant. It was true that she had a blackout since the moment she was abducted and how she ended up in this room, had he injected something into her? What the hell was going on here? Her brain was about to explode.

"Is this what you did to all those missing people?" she asked, her voice betraying her disgust.

"You? I'm not the one who infected you, not you or any of these people. Please, don't lump me in with those fanatics." he replied, letting out a small haughty laugh.

She raised an eyebrow at his response, realizing that, in fact he was different from the other people she had encountered here. No Spanish accent, no long black tunic. This man had a good American accent and didn't seem to be affiliated with those fanatics. However, despite this difference, all she felt towards him was a mixture of fear, hatred, and disgust.

"If you don't consider yourself one of them, then explain to me why you're doing all of this? How are you any different?" she questioned, anger slowly taking over her.

"None of that concerns you. Journalists are just too damn curious." he finally retorted, his last words filled with contempt.

(Name) felt the anger rise in her as he answered her question with a condescending tone. She sat up on her makeshift bed, her fists clenched and her jaw tight as she felt the adrenaline rush to her head. Her thoughts becoming muddled and her breath becoming short. She needed to vent and scream in Krauser's face all the contempt she had for him.

Suddenly, she started screaming, her voice echoing in the narrow cell.

"You're in no way different from those people! Okay, you're not the one who infected me, is that supposed to be a good point? Huh? Should I thank you for only holding me captive and keeping me in such deplorable conditions? Her eyes were filled with hatred as she continued to rant at her interlocutor, "You're just as pathetic and disgusting as those people, participating in all of this puts you in the same category as them. You disgust me, you and them, I can't even imagine what you did to all those people, kidnapping them, maybe they're all dead? Maybe you even tortured them, who knows-"

As (Name) stood upright in front of the bars, preparing to continue her speech, she was taken aback by Krauser's sudden approach. He had slipped his arm through the bars and firmly grasped her right arm. With a quick movement, he pulled her towards him, pressing her face against the bars. The muscles in his face contracted, and his eyebrows furrowed, indicating his anger and annoyance at the young woman's words. His lips curled into a grimace of disgust, and he fixed (Name) with a frigid gaze, clearly affected by her verbal assault. An oppressive silence settled in the room.

"You should stop talking right now. You have no idea what you're saying." Krauser declared in a firm and authoritative voice, tightening his grip on her wrist.

"What? Did I hurt your ego by saying that you're just like them?"

As he tightened his grip on her wrist, the pain intensified, and she decided to seized the element of surprise, swiftly grabbing the knife tucked above his bulletproof vest and pressed it against his throat, reversing their positions. "You want to play rough?" she snarled.

A flicker of astonishment crossed Krauser's eyes as he witnessed her swift and unexpected action.

"You're a former soldier, am I right?" She had guessed that by his clothing, attitude, way of speaking, and equipment, leaving little room for doubt.

Krauser raised an eyebrow, surprised by the young woman's astute observation.

"It's kind of obvious." she insisted while getting closer to his face, and murmured; "What a shame."

Now growing tired of being in a position of weakness, Krauser, in a quick and powerful motion, delivered a kick to the lower abdomen of (Name), who had gotten too close to him, causing her to drop the stolen knife to the ground once again. "You never shut your damn mouth, do you?" Krauser was about to say more while picking up is knife but a sound came from his cargo pocket, and he pulled out his walkie-talkie again.

"Krauser, come back here. There's movement in the mines, we found the sample thief," the voice from the walkie-talkie said.

"I'm on my way," He replied, giving (Name) a cold glance before leaving the room. "I'll be right back. We're not done here."

[honeyandbloodpoetry]

Transman Jack Krauser x Transmasculine Reader

I usually write far more detailed things than this, but I'm currently in the ER and thought this would be a fun thing to brainstorm. I hope y'all enjoy. This is my poetry/writing blog but you can find more of my content on @toadwarts and @boipussybiohazard I definitely plan to write more of this along with Krauser dating hcs!

First Meeting

• Krauser comes back to consciousness after being stabbed by Leon. He is injured and not particularly able to move, but Albert Wesker has been keeping an eye on him. Agents are sent to retrieve his body and are shocked when Krauser is in fact alive, if barely.

• Wesker dedicates time and resources to healing Krauser, with the written contract that Krauser will now become one of his agents. Krauser is a BOW now, and Wesker has enabled it so that he may mutate at will. The Plagas could not be removed without killing Krauser, but it could be modified. When not mutated, Krauser's arm and face are still disabled--leading to difficulty with facial expressions and motor impairment.

• Krauser knows how to do one thing well, and that's following orders. Him guiding Leon to finish him off was the first decision he had made completely on his own and it failed. He is empty, a shell of a person, and has nothing to live for. He does work for Wesker and he does it well.

• Krauser has to forcibly de-mutate after a heavy skirmish. Going in and out of mutating is incredibly painful, but it was neccessary this time. He is badly hurt and finds you cutting through some allies to get home--he demands medical items, food, water. He is extremely intimidating. You look at him and his arm bleeding profusely while dangled at his side, and think of your own disabilities. You struggle with walking and have an exceptionally weak constitution. You understand the pain in his eyes that he tries to hide behind a biting tone, though you have no idea who these mysterious man in military fatigues is. You speak to him softly and get him some first aid. His cruel manner of speaking goes silent, but he is cold. He mutters something about being too far away from his rendezvous point.

• You offer him to take it easy in your apartment. He is incredulous. You suspect there is more to him than meets the eye. You tell him gently that you lost your parents to an operation by Umbrella...looking at the sudden widening of his eyes, you realize your hunch was right. You let him know that you tend to keep your head down and just work your 9-5, so he should be safe at your studio apartment. He reluctantly agrees and walks with you, insisting on carrying the groceries you had had in his uninjured arm. You get a feeling he is showing off his machismo, but for who? It's clearly hurting him. You fret, though you get the feeling that if you showed him pity you'd likely get some knuckles to the face.

• You go to give him the bed, but he refuses. Not in a chivalrous sort of way, but instead claims that he isn't soft and he'll do just fine with a sleeping bag. He keeps muttering how he shouldn't even be here. How he has no idea of what to do with civilians like you. Too normal and complacent, people like you are. He seems lost. You smile and start making something simple for you both to eat. You figure a big guy like him eats a lot.

• He's an army guy, obviously, so you want to try and find something familiar. All American. As he tends more to his arm, you fry up some hot dogs and warm the buns. You grab each of you a beer from the fridge. You bring it to him and he blinks. Doesn't say thank you, just starts to eat. The way he scarfs it down is more than enough for you. He asks for seconds, then thirds.

• "Who are you?" You ask.

• "Not important." He says. He takes his time with the beer. Looks like this guy is a locked chest, and you won't be getting anything from him soon. After he's fed and you give him some of your pain medication, you crawl into bed. You wonder if you're safe--he's an older man with bloodstains on his clothes and has hardly said more than a few sentences. He doesn't exactly scream safe... After all, he IS taking advantage of you, isn't he? Or at least he tried, before you led him right to your home like a lost puppy.

• Still. You remember what happened to your parents, and the flash of recognition in his eyes when you mentioned Umbrella. Umbrella is why you had been disabled and silenced...why your parents were dead. Maybe they had hurt him too. Maybe the world itself had. He looked like a guy carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, hiding it behind snarky remarks and a deep scowl.

• You didn't believe in fate, but when you fell asleep with him sitting straight up and staring at the wall, you felt like this was something meant to be. You wanted to help him, but you also knew...that was his choice. Not yours.

Getting to Know Each Other

• Krauser stays with you for a few days. All he says is that he cannot reach his contact. He is abrasive and mostly silent. His eyes are empty and he stares out into space often.

• Over the next three days, you slowly get him to open up. You ask him what his favorite movies are, and he flatly says he doesn't watch movies. Board games? No. Books? No. Video games? No. Hobbies? Nu-uh. You are shocked. Irritated by you, he finally tells you he hasn't bothered with anything like that since he was a child--he was too busy with his military career.

• You invite him to watch a movie with you. It's some military flick, not something you're particularly interested in. He is reluctant, but sits on the couch. He clearly doesn't know what to do when out of action.

• You watch the movie together and have to take frequent pauses for him to make some sort of commentary or get up and pace restlessly. A two hour long movie turns into four hours. You don't mind, because he's finally talking, and he's finally passionate about something. He has a sneer that most would find nasty, but you think is cute. You're receptive to his infodumps and understanding of his needing to pause, and he notices this.

• You watch more movies with him--he loves Highlander and Braveheart, movies like that. You show him sci-fi and fantasty, move on to some comedies. The Princess Bride actually makes him laugh. The two of you start talking more. He isn't sweet, but he's a great verbal sparring partner, especially when he's passionate about something.

• He shows you one of his knives and the tricks he can do with it. He seems to glow from the way you're impressed, but just acts like he deserves it. He tells you about his favorite knife, one he...gave away to a friend. You don't ask questions.

• One day, he is just gone. It was only five days, but it felt like forever, and you wanted to get to know him more. It felt like this mysterious stranger had left an imprint on your life forever.

• Three months pass. Nothing. You grieve that you never learned his name.

• You come home from work one day, struggling with your cane. Your back and leg are killing you. You almost scream when your front door swings open as you approach, and your Mysterious Stranger is standing there. He grins at you, seemingly pleased to have given you a fright, then has the decency to look sheepish. He says he remembered the spare key. He tells you that he needed a place to stay again. You're incredulous, but let it slip. Not without bitching at him for eating your food and leaving without a word. He bites right back, your home feels more alive again.

• This cycle continues. He finally tells you his name. Jack Theodore Krauser. You love it. You spend a lot of time inside, showing him different kinds of media, but slowly get him to venture outside. He almost seems agoraphobic when it comes to anything other than a battlefield or room with four walls, and it's a long process. He's not used to eating things much more than MREs and chicken breasts and veggies. You get him to try new things, to venture out to the park, to find some new clothes at the mall. Specifically at the big and tall store.

• You two have fun together. You become good friends, and still you don't know a lot about each other. It doesn't matter.

• He gets the mail one day. He's a nosy bastard and opens it...it's your testosterone subscription. You see him holding it and nearly have a panic attack! You have no idea how this army guy is going to react to the fact that you've been hiding something so big and--

• Krauser stares at the prescription for a moment, lips pursed. He shrugs and tugs up his shirt. Barely there, extremely faded, are keyhole top surgery scars. You would have to know what you're looking for to see them, especially with all the muscle he's built.

• You both kind of stand there in shock, before he tells you about his experiences as a gay trans man in the American military. How much he had to hide, the papers he had to forge... It was a hard life. He finally tells you about Operation Javier. His face is stone cold, but his hands tremble. The military discovered he was transgender then. Between that, the failure and his disability, it got him discharged.

• You put a hand to his. He's so much bigger than you, different than you, and yet...there is a thread that ties you together. Many threads. He looks at you, his glassy blue eyes hiding any trace of emotion.

• And then he leans down and kisses you. He is a sloppy, wet kisser, and you can tell he doesn't have much experience, though his passion is like a brightly lit flame.

• You make out with him and curl up in bed together, the first time he has ever deigned to touch your sheets. He tells you about Las Plagas. He tells you what he is. What he has done.

• You smile at him. You let him know that you would love him no matter what.

• He says nothing.

• He is gone in the morning.

[sinsofnivan]

please, I need more sex with Krauser🙏🙏 I NEED his cock and balls (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠)

behind closed tents. — JACK KRAUSER x YOU! — SMUT!

divider gif belongs to kdanie.

SUMMARY: this is what happens when major krauser sneaks off with his lieutenant.

PAIRING: JACK KRAUSER/you.

TAGS: fem bodied reader, fingering/fingerfucking, blowjobs, messy blowjobs , , pre-re4 krauser, ball sucking, asphyxiation except you choke on his cock and balls, throatfucking

WORD COUNT: 1142.

A/N: you want his cock and balls? i got you L/N = last name.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

the mission had gone awry. you, just like everybody else, were on edge, in bad fucking moods. you're lucky enough to have a tent for yourself, so your unit wouldn't have to see you down in the dumps. okay, except for one.

the major.

your major, major krauser, who's currently balls fucking deep in your throat right now. a new dalliance formed not too long ago, and you've been each other's stress outlet ever since. it was harder on him, you figured, because the unit moved on his orders. 'course, he was gonna fuck you harder.

"fuck,"

he quietly groaned, both his hands wrapped around your neck as your head dangled over the edge. you gagged—how could you not? nine fucking inches of virile with a monstrous girth, it was a miracle that you could take half.

krauser could see the bulge of his cock in your throat, and it only fuels him to snap his hips faster. harder. he didn't even spare a second for you to catch a breath, only when you were desperately clawing on his arms. right now, he just wants to rid of weeks-old frustration.

"fucking slut. bet you like this, huh?" he cooed, forcing himself to the hilt; there was no way for you to take air, not when his fat balls smothered your nose. "let's check, pretty. i wonder if your panties are wet," his chuckle fills the air, and so is the sound of your gagging.

spit is smearing everywhere. on his cock, on your chin, on your fucking face, and krauser grants you a few seconds to breathe as he impatiently yanked off your joggers—with the help of your legs too, of course.

you coughed, wheezing while his cock was pressed on your face. his balls are soon lavished on by your tongue, licking and lovingly sucked on. krauser shuddered from this. fuuuck, he rarely meets a girl who loved his balls.

"god damn, l/n,"

there it was, the transparent strings of your slick clinging onto the cotton. krauser slapped your pussy, and you gasped. "nasty. y'like bein' throatfucked like this?" he slowly positions himself again. the moment your lips part and wrap around his tip, he's slamming his hips down, forcing all of his length back in.

this position was very dizzying, especially when he was ferocious with his thrusts. but what absolutely left you dumbfounded the most, was when two of his thick fingers stretch you open. you hold onto his thighs, nails marking crescents on his skin, and grunting when he starts fingerfucking you just as rough.

"mphff! grkff!"

it's not like you could push off this six foot three, two hundred something pound brute off of you, but you liked the feeling of being helpless. how you wouldn't be able to escape the rough pumping of his fingers, or the rough pummeling of his cock in your throat.

"godddd . . fuck, fuck. stay quiet, slut. you're gonna . . gonna get us caught," krauser stifled his grunts, watching you slowly cover his fingers with your arousal. "think you'd like that, make everyone see you choking on this fat cock," his palm grazes over your clit, and it makes you choke, as he promised.

you squirm, 'specially when he sheathed the entirety of his cock in your throat again. this time, he stays absolutely still, and the filthy sounds of your throat is replaced by the squelching of your pussy. "be quiet!" he quietly scolds, but you were frantically tapping his thighs. you needed to gasp, to breathe.

"aw, 's right here, isn't it?"

his fingerpads are brushing precisely on that erogenous, pillowy nub, again and again and again with every knuckle-deep push in. you were beginning to feel dizzy, but you couldn't ignore that tightening knot in your stomach. krauser winces when he feels your throat involuntarily flex around his cock again, accompanied by panicked grunting. fuck, fuck, fuck. his balls throbbed.

another slap of his palm against your clit again, and you're cumming, soaking his sleeves and your sheets with your squirt.

and gagging.

krauser swears it's the most majestic feeling ever. he didn't even care if your nails scratched his thighs. just before darkness could take over your vision, you're granted reprieve when he pulls his cock out of your drooling mouth. he darts his gaze down, watching your spit-covered, fucked out face as you coughed.

" . . ass . . hole,"

you muttered, and krauser chuckled. in response, he slapped your sensitive cunt. "oh, i know," your eyes widened when both his hands hold onto your hair. just as you were about to protest, he rudely shoves himself deep into your throat.

he wastes no more seconds, beginning to facefuck you without a care in the world. didn't even bother to tell you to shut the fuck up when your throat made these alien gawk gawk—! sounds.

"god, you're such a good slut,"

krauser uttered, rolling his eyes and continuing to rut into your throat. "just l, lemme use you. oh, fuuuuuck . . " he has to bite his lip to keep moans from spilling. at least one of you is still conscious enough. "fuck, girlie. 'ya still awake? don't tell me you've passed out on me," you were still awake, of course. what was he expecting? intelligible words out of you?

with your head in his grip, you were under his mercy. your head's bobbing vigorously, and you're forced to gag as the tip meets the back of your throat over and over again. "gonna fill your throat, fuck," krauser feels himself drool. it was very difficult to keep moans in, after all.

"cumming. fuck—fuckfuckfuckfuck . . y/n—god,"

pushing himself to the brim, your throat is thoroughly filled and stretched as he spills a load into your throat. not your mouth. throat. it was lots. more than you both expected, and he rocks his hips a little more, and he's spilling a second batch. krauser could cry, completely in bliss as he lets out low, quiet whimpers.

slowly, he drags his softening cock outta your mouth, and his now-worried face meets your barely lucid mien. "shit, shit . . y/n. hey," he rushes to your sides, and fuck, his legs feel like jell-o. "hey," he taps your cheek, and you hummed.

"fuck, are you alive?"

" . . . i am, dipshit,"

you croaked, and krauser yanks a towel from a nearby desk and began to wipe your face clean off your spit. "you okay?" he asks quietly, sitting down on the edge of your bed. "fine. think i got a sore throat," you jibed, and you both chuckled.

once your face was clean, krauser leans in and captured your lips in a kiss, uncaring if he could taste and smell himself on you. you would have kissed him back enthusiastically if you weren't dead fucking exhausted.

"rest up,"

krauser says once you both part.

"rendezvous in the showers later?"

"fuck yeah."

end.

dedicated to: @gremlinfuck A/N: this is straight up just porn im so sorry (not)

[headinthestaticsky]

Jack Krauser x Female Reader, You Don't Always Have To Take Things So Seriously!

A/N: I hope you guys (and the amazing person who requested this) don't mind I used a picture of someone else... As I wrote this out I started to realize I wrote the reader to kinda act like Meg from Supernatural so you could get the mood I was going for if that makes sense. If you don't know who that is well... I failed today lol and if you all really want me to I will remove the picture. :) I want everyone to enjoy my writings.

I really hope the person who requested this liked it... if there are aspects you would like me to change, let me know! This was a bit more challenging than I thought so I hope I did your idea justice and sorry if it's too short!

"Y/L/N, you'll be working with Krauser... he's one of our elite forces, you'll learn quickly with him." I couldn't help but smirk at the request that was made. The stone-cold mercenary had always piqued my interest and now I was finally going to be able to work with him. The meeting was ended shortly and I slinked my way over to Krauser, the smirk hadn't left my face.

"So looks like you're stuck with me now huh?" I lightly punched his arm jokingly. "Ow," I whispered to myself, my knuckles felt as if they had begun to bruise.

"We'll start training tomorrow morning Y/L/N, don't expect me to take it easy on you just because you're new," Krauser stated gruffly.

"I've been here for six months... I'm not that new." I said rolling my eyes. "You sure do know how to make a girl feel special, don't you? Do you treat all girls like this or did you save that line just for me?"

He grumbled to himself before leaving completely ignoring my statement.

"We're off to a great start," I said to myself, my face was red with slight embarrassment... but I wasn't gonna give up that easy.

...

When he said he wasn't going to go easy on me, he wasn't kidding. Pre-workouts felt as if I had been running for 3 days. By the time the actual workout was finished I was like jelly on the floor.

"C'mon Y/L/N is that all you can handle?" He asked, I hoped he was just teasing me. The lack of oxygen was going to start getting to me.

"Oh, what can I say, Krauser, you take my breath away." I panted out and winked. He just stared down at me and rolled his eyes, his stone-cold face seemed even colder than usual.

"Oh don't be so grumpy," I replied, my breath had finally returned to its normal pace as I stood up. I stretched and winced as I felt my muscles tense.

...

We had been sent on a quick mission, or at least it should've been quick. We instead got lost on the way and we were currently scouring through a sketchy forest.

"Krauser I'm just gonna say it, I don't think we're meant to fucking be here."

"Dumbass must've given us the wrong coordinates." He replied a tinge of annoyance was in his voice.

"Hopefully they won't... leaf us behind." I joked badly. I could hear him groan in faux pain. It in return made me laugh.

"Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all week." We continued stepping through the forest. Most of its leaves crunched beneath our feet.

We eventually did find our way to our location, it seemed to be a gigantic warehouse... but if this was anything like our other missions it was going to be completely abnormal.

...

We had separated from each other in hopes of finding a single sample quicker. It turned out to be a smart move after I had unlocked an electronically locked door I had located the sample almost immediately. I grabbed the radio strapped to my hip and made my way back to the agreed meeting point.

"Krauser, I've located the sample and I am heading back now."

I waited for a few seconds but got no response.

"Krauser? Do you copy?" Still nothing but dead air. I sighed and pulled out my gun again. I made way my back to the meeting point only to be met with Krauser being restrained by some strange man. I aimed my gun toward the man immediately but he just chuckled in response. He just pulled Krauser up and shielded himself from the laser point.

"Krauser, you literally lift a million pounds worth of weights how in the hell did you get trapped by..." I paused scanning the scrawny-looking man. "By him?" I asked, I could feel some panic arising within me.

"Sedative..." He mumbled in a tone that was unlike one I've heard from him.

"It's his own fault... snooping around here trying to steal my sample. It was quite foolish really, taking something that doesn't belong to you..."

An idea popped into my head. I reached into the hip pack I had and pulled out the sample.

"If you don't let him go your precious little sample will be nothing more than glass stuck in my boot," I said in a deadly tone. I could see the man grow nervous, he took a deep breath before replying.

"You wouldn't dare..." He hissed at me, his grip seemed to become shaky.

I dropped the vile down onto the ground.

"Try me hot shot..." I smirked

"Listen..." The man started. I moved my right foot over the sample.

"DON'T!" The man yelled, Krauser winced from the volume of his yell.

I just smirked back at him before lifting my foot up and stomping the vile into nothing more than dust.

"NO!" He yelled as he dropped Krauser onto the ground. He ran over to the pile of glass before looking furiously back up at me. He then charged toward me and shoved me against the wall. My gun fell out of my hand as he put his hands around my neck. I closed my eyes and struggled against the pressure. For a scrawny man, he sure had some strength to him. I tried to reach for my knife but It was barely out of reach.

I gasped out in relief as the pressure was ripped off of me. I collapsed down to the ground and started coughing. Krauser had seemed to finally get his strength back. He pulled out his gun and shot the man at once. I winced at the sickening sound of the metal reaching the man's chest.

"You okay Y/N?" Krauser asked.

I just nodded breathless, my hand still lightly on my throat.

"At a loss for words? I'm in shock." He replied teasingly. It was a rare moment for him to use my own banter against me.

I breathlessly laughed at him as I got up. I walked over to the small pile of glass and liquid and pulled out a cotton swab.

"Hopefully this will suffice... or the boss is gonna kill me," I said hoarsely. I raised up and put the swab back into my hip pouch. When I lifted my head I was met with a quick and shocking kiss. I stared at the culprit of it in shock. Krauser chuckled at me as he walked out of the warehouse leaving me behind.

"If all it took to get a kiss from you was to get choked I would've gotten myself choked months ago!" I yelled running after him.

Am I really sorry if this sucked... I feel really unsure about it lol.

[sinsofnivan]

I know you have a ton of requests, and you also just finished one for me lol. But whenever you’re up to it I think a hunter krauser chasing down his prey and “punishing” them for getting caught would be interesting hehe, something along those lines <3

F.I.A. = fucked in action?! — JACK KRAUSER x YOU — SMUT!

krauser GIF belongs to: eurodynamic. | divider GIF belongs to kdanie.

SUMMARY: "this has nothing to do with them. i'm a free man who made my choice!" leon tanks a deadly roundhouse straight on his jaw. the three of you hear an audible sickening crack! as leon was sent flying. before he could further hurt your partner, you don't hesitate, nor feel the fear; you leaped at krauser from behind, locking his head in place with a headlock. baby eagle's voice calls you both from the other side of the exit, and leon forcefully lifts himself off the ground. he's clearly torn between saving you, or keeping baby eagle safe. "y/n!" you hiss through grit teeth. "go, just go! i can take him!" he easily slams your body on the stone floor, ready to pursue leon—but you . . you just had to cut him on the side of his leg with a knife, didn't you? tilting his head down, he clicked his tongue disappointingly. “fine. i'll deal with you first.”

TAGS: fem bodied reader, yandere krauser, feral krauser, dubious consent, chasing, SLIGHTLY horror, he hasn't mutated here but he's infected, is it really public sex when no one's around, tinkering with canon a bit, breeding kink, edging, unsafe places to have sex?????, kidnapping, "bad end", sorry leon stans he gets cucked here

WORD COUNT: 3635

A/N: what if i said this was a part two of this krauser fic? :smirk_cat: p.s. this is set in the first scene where you fight krauser/where luis dies. but instead of luis, you take his place AND don't die, because plot armour.

WARNING: this fic contains dark content. viewer discretion is heavily, heavily advised.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

your ear is ringing, and your head is fucking throbbing. you feel like all of the breath in you was knocked out after krauser slammed you on the ground. he won't lie, he's very impressed, seeing you get back up like it was nothing. it was a harsh body slam, after all.

your ear is ringing, and your head is fucking throbbing. the ground is cold and rough against your skin, and it feels like all of the air in your lungs have been knocked out of you. krauser had just slammed you on the floor, but you stagger back on your feet like it was nothing. he's impressed. very impressed. 

"one hell of a reunion, huh? just like old times,"

krauser chuckled, his shadow ominously towering over you. this prick is waiting, daring for you to get back on your feet. "yeah. you weren't . . trying to kill me back then," you charge at him without warning, but krauser quickly shuts it down; every hook and jab are caught with his forearms.

"i'm not trying to kill you, sweets. you're the one coming at me," his cockiness never changed. your dynamics never changed. he was always mocking you. underestimating you. how couldn't he? you liked acting strong, and he liked putting you in your place. "i must say. i'm very proud of you. you've made it far, if you're assigned with that rookie with the bowl-cu—,"

"just shut up and fight!"

he clicked his tongue. "i won't fight you. do you wanna die?" you unsheathed your knife, and his golden brows narrowed at you. "if you won't, i will." you no longer wait or hesitate, driving forward and slashing in a lethal curve. he was quicker, however, deflecting your attack with his own blade; your daggers locked against each other with a clang, every collision of sharp ends ignited short-lived sparks.

krauser seems very hell-bent on not fighting you. every reckless, desperate swing is met with a repelling slash. it didn't take long for him to he catch your wrist and disarm you. the knife clanks somewhere, forgotten.

"get off—!"

the back of your head gratingly meets the hard surface as he pinned you. you groaned, clearly pained. his breath fans over your bleeding lips. "i said . . " he snarled. "—i don't want to fight you." reiterates the former major. clenching a fist, you pound your knuckles against his ribs. "fuck you! i said—!" krauser groaned with every blow you landed on his side. "—get the fuck off of me!"

clearly, he's made of steel, as your futile punches had zero effect on him, aside from making him scowl. grabbed by your vest, you're hurled toward the opposite exit—far from where leon had just fled. "you fucking brat!" his angry voice booms around the room. "you don't get it, do you?" it's terrifying, seeing his shadow hover you like that. he's pissed, that much was obvious.

"you wanna stall me, right? keeping me busy while leon plays hero?" 

you flinched when he reaches for you, bracing for a blow. but it never comes. instead, his hold only forces you to spring yourself back on your feet. the rest of your weapons, vest, gear—everything—are yanked off of your frame. you'd have protested, but his dagger's pressed onto your cheek. the tip threatens to sink into the soft flesh. he traces it down, down to your chin, neck. a red line follows the blade's path, but thankfully, no blood. "then stall me," he purred. "you have aaaaall my attention, sweets." the space between you narrows as krauser leans close. his warm breath tickles the skin under your ear.

"run, if that's what you need. make me work for it,"

a shudder runs through you as his tongue drags up the crook of your neck. "isn't that what you want?" krauser's not amused with your silence, a scowl contorting his scarred visage. he roughly guides—more like shoves, actually—you to the door forcefully, urging you to skitter away. "run. i'll even give you a headstart," his muscular arms cross over his chest.

"but when i catch you—when, not if—you better start praying."

⟡

it's adrenaline that pushes you to go forward. you're exhausted, clearly. there wasn't many places to hide in the ruins of this castle—especially when your footprints on the sand expose you out in the open.  the stone walls are rickety and decaying, and the dark didn't help at all. you practically throw yourself inside a crumbled archway, using the shadows to camouflage you. funny how you thought you've created distance between you, when his voice echoes not too far from you.

"run, y/n, run!"

that you did, even when you're stumbling in panic. the sand's all over your pants and sweaty skin. there's nowhere else to run to—with every turn blocked with piles of rubble, curse this fucking place!—but up, up this collapsed staircase; the first few steps have caved in, and you had to pull yourself up with all your strength. you groaned in struggle, hooking a leg up when the ledge is within reach. you hoped he wouldn't hear you. 

the breeze is a relief, almost like a reward, as it caressed your cheek. for once, you're given the chance to catch a breather. you tread higher up, only to find that the staircase leads to fucking nowhere but a leap into the abyss. the connecting ramp was clearly destroyed. "fuck."

you tread back down, scanning your surroundings. there must be another exit somewhere—a trapdoor, ladder, anything. you no longer hear the thumping of his boots, or his menacing chuckles—and you're not sure if you should be scared of that or not. squinting, you spot a small opening near the base of the wall. the area's dark, and almost concealed by debris. it's small, but should be big enough for you to squeeze in. him stripping away your gear probably increased your chances.  

"don't let me catch you, y/n!"

an instinctive jolt rushes through you. he's near. too near for your liking. "what's the plan, huh! gonna stay up there?" no, you weren't. you took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself for the jump. before you could hear him utter another word, you're throwing yourself off the ledge. sure, it was a little higher than you calculated in your head but—

"eugh!"

you hit the ground in a crouch. at least you heard nothing crack. pain seers in your knees and legs, but you swallow it, forcing yourself to get up. the crevice was right there. you sprinted, jumping over a broken, rusty gate, ducking under wooden beams. your frame drops to the floor, hurriefly pushing yourself into the opening. there's little room to move, but you if you just wriggled into it close enough you could—

a squeal—your squeal—echoes around the ruins, feeling a strong grip wrapping around your ankle. you're dragged out from your last chance of escape, and carelessly flipped over to your back. you're caged between krauser’s familiar, built arms, and you wanted nothing more than to punch the shit-eating grin off his face. 

"caught you." 

his knees are keeping your legs apart whilst he hovered over your body. you're just as feisty and stubborn as he expected, watching you intently as you wriggled. "let go! let me go!" his muscular chest's hammered with weak, frenzied hits. "hey, hey—hey!" he's not hurting you, but god, you were pissing him off. "stop fucking squirming, you bratty little—hey!" it all happened so fast—a palm on your cheek, and his scarred lips pressed onto yours. this fucker's kissing you—and you, you're . . 

kissing him back, of course.

it's passionate, charged with frustration. his other hand collects both your wrists, pinning them up above your head. you bite his lip, and he only growls in response. you hated how you actually missed this idiot. missed how his lips devoured yours. missed how he practically shoved his tongue into your mouth. your lungs ached, and in mere seconds, you're out of breath; it's instinct to gasp for air, but you can't exactly do that mid-liplock. canting your head to the side, it's your best attempt in breaking the kiss. but krauser, he's persistent. he's chasing your mouth. starved, deprived of your pretty lips. 

blood rushes back to your dexterity as he frees your wrists. despite this, you don't wriggle. you don't even push him off. instead, your hands are yanking off his stupid beret, frantically undoing his tactical vest. krauser's none the wiser, breaking the kiss so he could raise his arms and toss away the garment. but he can't keep his hands off of you for more than a minute, and you feel him tugging on the edges of your compression shirt. your eyes widen. 

"no, don't fucking—!"

rrrrrriiip—!

⟡

the locality's echoing with your wanton cries, paired with krauser's grunts and the harsh plap! plap! plap! of your skins slapping against each other. "yeah, baby. i warned you, didn't i?" laughed krauser. "now here you are, getting fucked like a slut," his hips snapped against you harshly and cruelly. his eyes are only glued to your pretty face. a drooling, moaning mess. your clothes—what's left of them, anyways—are crumpled in your hand as the unwantedpleasure courses through you. 

your back doesn't even feel the discomfort of the ground, or the aches in your body as krauser fucked you. he had that effect—making you fucking stupid. you hated it. hated him. "fuck you," you managed to croak out, and krauser punishing you with mean, forceful thrusts. but your words don't phase him, not one bit. if anything, it made his cock twitch as he watched you squirm; watched your pretty cunt struggle to take him. it might be lack of foreplay, or might just be your imagination, but he feels bigger. thicker. veinier.

"what was that?"

he picks up the pace of his speed. from hard and fast to brutal and ferocious. the only words—comprehensible words—you could utter out was his name. "go on. what were you saying?" "fuuuck . .  f, fuck—!" your body arched, holding onto his biceps automatically. "hate you—hate you, jack. hate you," you say as your legs wrap around him. "i know, baby. i know you do," he cooed, groping one of your tits; feeling the pink nub rouse under the pads of his fingers.

the added sensation makes you shudder, goosebumps pricking your skin. "but i don't care," you wince as his fingers dig into your waist, sheathing himself to the hilt; he's so ridiculously deep, and you forgot just how he could easily make a visible bulge swell in your lower abdomen. fuck—the way your eyes widened almost makes him bust. 

"because," a hand clamps firmly over your mouth, and he starts to rut into you again. your moans are muted by his palm. "because—," seizing one leg, he drapes it up his shoulder closed the gap between your bodies. you tried to pry his hand away, but he only continues to ram your pretty pussy in response. "i know she loves me," now that you were effectively silenced, you could both hear the squelch of your creamy cunt better. "mhhf . . hff . . !" 

he takes pleasure in breaking you, especially when you make it too fucking easy. 

"you're so fucking messy. fuck," krauser feels his eyes wanting to roll back. but he can't miss this sight of you. not again. spit is leaking, smearing all over your chin.  but you can't help it, you poor thing—it just feels too fucking good. his cock's hitting all the right spots, your cervix—stretching you out so painfully good. his stamina was unmatched, too. he's built for this. for you. built to rearrange your insides, to fuck you stupid. "you seem awfully quiet, sweets. what's the matter?" you're pelvic to pelvic, no space left between your sweaty bodies. "jack got your tongue?"

krauser laughs at your pathetic, muffled whimpers whilst he fucked you. so adorable, submissive under his mercy, branded with his canines. he missed this. missed you. "keep running—umff . . that fucking . . bratty little mouth—hngg, fuck—of yours . . " your pelvis bucks against the roll of his hips; his warning punctuated with mind-numbing slams. "see where that gets you, huh?"  you're brimming with euphoria, because of him. your cunt's fucking quivering, because of him. you're long due to show him some gratitude.

a gasp escapes you when krauser finally retreats his hand from your mouth. as expected, it's covered in your saliva. a tight coil forms in your stomach, it's coming so quickly, and krauser knew from the moment you couldn't keep your hips still. "cumming? already?" you nodded pathetically, and krauser chuckles at the stupefied look on your face. you're starting to feel lightheaded. dizzy. the pleasure is overwhelming and ridiculously addictive. your orgasm was right there, just a few more snapping of his hips and then you'll be —

your eyes—which you hadn't realized were closed—had just flashed open, as an obnoxious and familiar ring reverberates in the area. beside you, actually.

shit.

"oh?"

shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit—

clarity fills that emptying head of yours, and you slap his arm in panic. your radio was within an arm's reach. within krauser's reach, and a mischievous grin finds its way onto krauser's handsome face. your orgasm quickly dies down, and you whined, squirming yet feeling your cunt spasm. your body had a knack for bertraying you, huh? 

"let's give this rookie a little show, shall we?"

"no, no, don't—!"

you don't see where krauser positions the radio, and you don't wanna know. you needed to get your head back in the game, and get this big brute off of y—

"y/n!? y/n, are you there?!"

both your legs are now in krauser’s hold, and you tried to squirm when he pressed the second one to your chest, too. “leo—ooooh—♡!?” your voice fails you, as krauser begins to pummel into you again. “don’t you fucking dare,” krauser locks you in place, his body pinning your legs up and securing you in a mean mating press. you recognize that look on his face—angry. possessive. "jack, wait, wai—!" 

he wastes no seconds in fucking you hard, ensuring the head of his cock’s grazing over that sensitive, spongy nub again and again. your eyes are rolling back, and you just can't bring yourself to tell him to stop. "she's busy, leon. can't you hear that?" krauser gruffly coos, fucking you ferociously. the speed his hips are going—it's inhuman. you can barely stay lucid. 

“what’re you doing to her?! if you've hurt her, i swear to—!"

humiliation seeps through your body as you couldn't control your whimpers. leon could hear it. hell, everyone could hear it. "hurt? bitch please, rookie. listen to her," krauser shuts up for a moment, highlighting your mewls. "does she sound hurt to you? c'mon, sweets. tell him," you feel him cage your head with his arms, face buried in the crook of your neck and effectively trapping you. he's hitting deeper—you don't know how, but he does—the tip nudging at your womb again and again.

“oh god—oh god," you sobbed, holding on to the blonde; his skin decorated with your claws. "he's . . he's not hurting— not hurting me," krauser lets out a feral groan, feeling your leaking pussy twitch. "you're tightening up, babe. didn't know you were into . . ah . . hnngg—. . fuck . . something like this," krauser feels his own spit dribble down his chin. he could feel every ounce of his weariness, especially in his hips, but fuck—the pleasure that you gave him made up for all the wrong things in the world.  

"y/n, i'll be right there, i'll find you, i promise."

no . . no. he can't. leon can't take you away from him. 

the thrusts that followed became hateful. he fucked you like he hated you. "tell him—tell him to leave you," he growled. "now. or i won't make you fucking cum," you squealed when his teeth sink into your skin. it's unfair that he expects that from you! "n, no—, please . . " you managed to utter out. "just go, please . . oh, fuck—?!" you feel the exact moment when krauser finally bullies his tip past the tender barrier flesh of your cervix. krauser lets out a guttural sound, a shiver running down his back as his orgasm comes ridiculously close.

"just let her go, krauser!"

krauser only laughs in between heavy panting, tilting his head up so his voice would be more audible. "let her go?" krauser cradled your face, a thumb tracing the edges of your glistening lips. "you can't let go of someone who doesn't want to leave," 'specially when his cock's splitting you open so so good! you can't get enough of him . . god, your pussy's fuckin' clenchin' down on him so fucking nicely. 

"y/n, if you can hear me—don't let him break you!"

leon's become irrelevant to you, in your stupefied state. the only thing that mattered was krauser—this cock stretching you. krauser clicked his tongue. "did y'hear that, baby? or are you too fucking cockdrunk to even hear him?" "a, aaahn . . ♡ w, what?"  you didn't even register leon's voice, not when krauser did everything he could to successfully fuck you stupid. thinking was difficult—'specially when it's easier to just let your mouth run. when it's just easier to moan, to let your cunt take all of him as he pounded you in a crazed manner. it was so easy to slip in and slide out of you, easy to coax out such beautiful noises despite how uncouth you are.

the coil in krauser's stomach jus' keeps tightening and tightening. he's sloppier with the pistoning of his hips, but he needs to cum. needs to fucking creampie you. and he can feel it too, with how much your pretty cunt's pulsating around him. how your moans have picked up in pitch. "gonna cum, slut?" he whispered. you nodded vigorously. "do you deserve it, huh?" he whispered in your ear. 

"yes—! yes, god . . please. pleasepleaseplease—wanna cum," it was impossible to buck your hips, but if you could, you damn well would. "gonna . . argh . . gonna let me cum inside you, y/n?" sweat drips from krauser's forehead, feeling his own release creeping in. "yes! yes—yes, please. jus' need to cum. please, please,♡ . ." you dumbly plead, krauser realizes that you'll just about do anythin' as long as you get to cum—much to his glee.

"you're real nasty, sweets. askin' the enemy to fuckin' fill you up," 

just a few more thrusts and you'll be spritzin' your filthy juices on him. but his thrusts come to a complete halt, all of his girth in you and stuffing you completely full as ropes of his thick, warm cum floods your womb. it automatically spills, overflowing and leaking from your creampied cunt, droplets of white slowly oozing out and dripping to your ass.  "y/n . . y/n . . please—fuck . . love your cunt. love you . . " krauser's mindlessly babbling. "go 'head, cum for me, c'mooooon . . fuck, fuck!" 

overstimulation makes him quiver, makes him whine. but he needs you to cum, needs you to squirt for him and rub in leon's face his victory. "h, haaahh . . 'm cumming. fuckfuckfuckfuck— oh god—♡!" he feels how your cunt's spasmin' for him, how you're gushing all over him and soaking him with your juices. krauser brings his lips to yours, kissing you as he helps you ride out your high. you were barely kissing him back, the best you can do was suck on his tongue in your fucked out state. "mhff . . " he hummed, lazily devouring your mouth. 

krauser grinned against the kiss, letting your legs down and rest on his sides; and krauser chuckles when he sees how they were visibly shaking. you whine when he slowly slips out from your cunt, and he can't help but admire the mess he made out of you. your gaping hole, twitching whilst cum slowly dripped out . . it's as beautiful as he remembers it. weariness is taking a toll on you, and you can no longer control how your eyes are slowly fluttering shut. the rest is a blur, and you only hear leon's voice echo in your ears. 

"don't worry, y/n! i'm coming for you!"

wondering why it became so cold all of a sudden, you open your eyes. krauser's lifted himself away from your writhing form. you watch him crush the walkie with just his hand, a soft crunch filling the silence before he lets its pieces clatter on the floor. "rookie's wasting his time," he laments, crouching over you and stroking your cheek.

"you're not goin' anywhere. gonna take good care of you, y/n."

extended ending:

"the tracker said she should be right . . "

lifting his gaze from his watch, leon climbs over a broken, rusted gate. 

"here."

but no you. just the shredded fabric of your shirt and what remains of your walkie. "you sure? that doesn't look like our amiga," luis crouches over to pick something up. first, the shredded cloth. second, a red, blinking something. "ella no está aquí. i'm sorry, leon," leon snatches it out of luis's hand. [ she's not here. i'm sorry, leon. ] "dammit!"

in the distance is the familiar thrumming sound of a helicopter and its blades, disturbing the silence and the stillness as they both feel the rumbling in the ground. both men wordlessly and hurriedly sprint towards the direction of the chopper, jumping over collapsed beams and debris, and it didn't take long for them to spot the familiar, muscular build of the former military man. his back was adorned with red scratches and of course, you—specifically your arms—as you draped limply on his shoulder. 

"krauser!"

krauser turns, looking over his unoccupied shoulder with the most bored look on his face. "you never quit, do you?" he scoffed, observing leon's movement closely. before he could draw his gun, krauser's already tossing over a flash grenade, and its detached pin with it. leon and luis shield their eyes as the flash temporarily disorients them both.

"you won't get away with this!" 

"oh, but i will. besides, she's better off with me,"

by the time they had composed themselves, the chopper's flying off—and you with it.

end. 

dedicated to: @gremlinfuck A/N: sorry if it's not how you envisioned itfskjdskfjsdkjf . i'm sorry TT

[sinsofnivan]

I looooveeee how you write krauser! Could you write maybe something with krauser where he gets dominated? I need pussydrunk! Krauser in my life 🫶🤤

you're my drug! — JACK KRAUSER x YOU! — SMUT!

SUMMARY: head empty. just your pussy. 

TAGS: use of rope, submissive krauser, pussy drunk krauser, edging, teasing, he literally just wants to eat your pussy out, size difference, dubious consent (he likes it TRUST), 69ing, he cries/dacryphilia. 

WORD COUNT: 1354

A/N: 'm not very good with writing submissive men, (im too much of a bottom/sub if its not obvious) i hope this wasn't too bad!

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

the headboard creaks as krauser squirmed in his restraints. this was ridiculous—he shouldn't have agreed to whatever you had planned tonight. he wasn't expecting y'had the guts to actually tie him up, let alone use a cock ring on him and edge him for about an hour now. but here you are, seated beside him, busying yourself with toying with his girth.

"baby, please."

he croaked, hips bucking upward into your hand. "hm?" you purred teasingly, a thumb running over his leaking slit. his whimper echoes in your bedroom. "y'can't do this t'me—i can't, ah!" he's stumbling over his words when you begin to pump his cock in your hand again. "why can't i?" you tilt your head, watching your boyfriend squirm from your touch. "'s . . ngh! not fair," that was bold coming from him, and you only chuckle mischievously as you dote on his sensitive tip. 

spit drips from the side of his slack-jawed mouth, feeling so sensitive despite not cumming yet. "fair? but you do this to me, babe." you cooed, leaning close to him and pressing a quick peck on his lips. krauser was more than eager to kiss you back—with tongue—and whined when you left him hanging. your eyes gaze back at his cock, with veins protruding more than usual whilst pre dripped from the crown of his dick.

as per usual, your fingertips weren't even touching as you pumped it. it wasn't enough. wasn't like his babygirl's tight cunt. his cock twitches at the thought of your pussy. "fuuuuck . . " he rolled his eyes, chest heaving and letting sweat drip on his chiseled body. "just want your pussy, baby, please,” pleads your boyfriend, attempting to touch you but was reminded that he was tied down. you cruelly trail down a finger on his girth, down to his balls; krauser’s breath hitches in his throat, eyes affixed to your frame. shouldn’t turn him on how someone smaller like you could hold much power over him. “beg.” you began to gently knead his balls in your hand. it never failed to make krauser grunt and wail.

“pleasepleeeaaaaaaaase, baby. need your pussy, i need it! h, haaaaaah . . . ”

he’s not sure why is it twice as pleasurable—perhaps the effect of the cock ring—but he couldn’t stop moaning pathetically when you’re stroking his cock with your other hand. can’t even form proper thoughts, just you. “pleaseeeeee, fucking—god. pleaseplease,” he practically whined. “jus’ give me your pussy baby. i need it so so bad—!” he could feel his orgasm creeping up on him fast, probably from the rapid pace of how you jerked him off. you could feel him twitch and pulsate against your palms, whines getting more and more high-pitched. “Y/NNN . . ” he hissed through grit teeth. just as he was about to cum, you withdrew from him—and his hips jut upward, chasing the bliss that you deprived him. he whimpered, cock painfully twitching as more pre leaked from the tip. but hey, he was begging so, so nicely. you ought to grant him a request or two. he was happy that you were stripping—he wishes he could get his hands on you. y’looked so gorgeous . . . —and even happier when you shift over to his face, cunt completely bared to him. fuuuck, your smell—it drives krauser crazy. with a hand on his chest, you shift positions again 'til you were practically sitting on his face.

he quickly lapped up your pussy (more like made out with it, to be honest.), grunting as he finally gets a taste of you. he wanted your cunt to wrap around is thick cock—feel the warmth of your carnal embrace—but beggars can't be choosers. you technically still granted him what he wanted. so as long as it was you. he'll always want you.

you use his chest support while your hips roll on their own, grinding that pretty pussy on his scarred face. his nose is nicely pressed against your entrance as his mouth worked on your clit, trying to have his tongue flick up and down on it. "fuck . . just like that," you groan, letting your eyes close as he eagerly ate you out like a good boy. it suffocated him just a little, but god, he wasn't complaining one bit. "mmh . . . mffff . . " 

you whined at the buzzing of his voice, continuing to practically ride his face. he could feel his dick twitch against that stupid silicone ring, neglected and throbbing. "touch me," krauser whimpered, words completely garbled and almost unintelligible. he hopes you heard his prayer even with a mouthful of your cunt. "pleashee—bab–mhhff. pleashee," he'll even suck on your pretty clit! just please touch him, pleasepleaseplease—

there's a loud cry coming from him as soon as your hand wraps around his cock, hips involuntarily jutting up as sobbed against your pussy. he would have muttered out a thank you but it just feels so, so good! can't babble properly when his tongue's busy with lavishing affection on your clit. you eased forward, guiding his cock in your mouth. krauser's ministrations momentarily stop as he gasped, body convulsing with the pleasure. 

"mhff! hmppff!" he groaned against your cunt, ministrations coming to quick halt. "keep making me feel good." you demand him, and he only hummed, but began to flick his tongue against your clit again—albeit sloppy. he's more eager now that the pleasure was reciprocated—he just wants to be good and be rewarded . . ! you tease the slit with your tongue, and krauser feels himself shudder. it's heaven to feel your mouth finally wrap around his cock, and you didn't waste any more seconds as you began to bob your head up 'nd down on his girth, fucking your mouth against him. 

you could only take half of his length in this position, but he didn't seem to mind. so as long as his cock was enveloped with the warmth of your mouth. "hmff . . mm!" krauser groaned, obscenely smothering himself with your cunt as his tongue explored you. your taste was so addicting—can't think about anything else. you could only groan and huff against his cock yourself—eyes rolling back from the sensations. your tongue runs over the prominent veins, streaks of his pre dripping on your tongue. 

your cunt twitches against his face, and you yelped when he began to eagerly suck on your clit again. the sight before him—dripping cunt all lathered in his spit and twitching, aching to be filled—loves it so much. you're both just groaning, rendered speechless while your mouths worked wonders on the other. it was much harder for krauser—whose muffled high-pitched cries signaled an early orgasm. how couldn't he, after you teased him again 'nd again. his hips stuttered, spilling a lot of cum into your mouth. he whimpered, tugging and clawing on his restraints while his back arched. "y/n," he grunts against your pussy. you chuckled, taking in every drop without hesitation. "—s, shlow down, fuuuuuuck," still, his ministrations continue. his tongue keeps haphazardly lapping at your clit.

and you, ever so sweet, keep nursing the sensitive slit and dragging out every second of his orgasm with your tongue.  his legs—also tied down to the bed—kicked, and krauser's eyes are rolling to the back of his sockets, completely fucked out, and you haven't even fucked him yet. "y , y/n, pl, pleashe—," he sobbed, voice dripping with desperation and need. he can't tell if he wants you to stop or keep going, and neither can you. it's a shame you're missing the view, but those pretty tears streaked down his cheeks, alongside your arousal and his spit.

you keep your focus on the tip, cheeks indenting as you sucked with the best of your ability—and a premature orgasm follows suit from his initial release. he s/creamed, body instinctively trying to get away from intense stimulus, but he can't. he can't escape you. his cock painfully spasmed against the cock ring, still erect, still leaking cum. "can't—! pl, pleashee—, no more," his eyes widen when you return to sit on his face, this time, your pussy pressed completely against his scarred mouth—muffling all his protests, his pleading. your hands are back to being wrapped around his cock again, pumping mercilessly.

"what was that? can't hear you,"

end.

A/N: ANONNIE I'M SORRY I SWEAR I TRIED I CAN'T WRITE SUBMISSIVE MEN EVEN IF I TRIED

[sinsofnivan]

Helloooo, I know you pretty much only do smut, but I was wondering if at some point you could do a sfw where Krauser comforts y/n about dark thoughts and loneliness. It’s kinda depressing so if not I totally get it!!! It’s been rough lately LOL

divider gif belongs to kdanie.

PAIRING: JACK KRAUSER/you.

content warning. // mentions of depression. NOTE: if you, or someone else you know is suffering with depression, please reach out to your local hotlines and/or therapists or visit this website for more information. know that you are so loved and that you matter to me and to the people around you.  A/N: so sorry you're going through it, anon. i understand. please get help/reach out if you are able. wishing you nothing but the best of luck, and i hope this was to your liking!

krauser’s very observant. a skill he possesses after years and years of training and experience. he pretends he doesn’t see it—that sad look on your face, that forced smile—because he’s waiting for you to approach him first, on your own accord. but when he wakes up to you secretly crying yourself to sleep—that’s when he knows that he needs to intervene.

“hey, hey . . what’s wrong?”

you quickly try to get yourself together—wiping your tears with the sleeves of your sweater and sniffling. “i’m fine,” you say shakily. krauser gently guides your body so you could face him while also reaching over for the lamp and turning it on. the illumination confirms his suspicions. your eyes were puffy, and your cheeks had streaks of salty, wet tears. “are you okay?” he asked, a hand cradling your cheek. it takes you a second to reply, but you shake your head. "come here," you're held by his strong arms, and he only caressed your shoulder. 

the minute is spent with you just bawling on his biceps, and it hurt krauser to see you this way. you were usually so lively and full of energy. "shh . . i'm here, i'm here," your cheeks are cupped by both his palms, and he tilts your chin up. "okay, okay. let's take deep breaths, y/n," he nodded, chest rising as he demonstrates an inhale for you to mimic. 

"that's, that's it. hold it in, exhale . . there we go, sweetheart. you're okay, you're okay. breathe in . . . "

he was successful in helping you get yourself composed. and he kisses your forehead when he realizes your tears have stopped flowing. "wanna talk about it?" he finally asks. you sighed. "i'm sorry for waking you up," you muttered, and he shook his head. "no, no . . baby," he laced his fingers with yours. "i'm glad you did. y/n, whatever this is, i can help you. i can try. you might as well. y'think i'm gonna let this slide under ther rug?"

he was right.

it took you a while to tell him, because everytime you thought about verbalizing it, it pricked your eyes witht tears. krauser was very heartbroken about learning how your depression probably came back, and it was getting worse for you. "listen to me," he says sternly. krauser may look mad, but he's genuinely, genuinely saddened that his girlfriend was going through it without him knowing. how long have you been struggling with it alone? 

"tomorrow, we're going to get you to a shrink. no, don't argue. we will get you to a therapist. y/n, you need help. there's nothing wrong with that," his scarred lips graze your knuckles. "i love you. so, so much. you matter to me." after that, krauser's tucking you to bed, keeping his eyes on you as he held you close. he felt sleepy, but didn't want to sleep. only watched you lightly snore as you cling on to him in your sleep.

when he found out about your depression, he was definitely scared. scared that he could have lost you. for a moment, he ponders how his boring retired life would be without you, and it was definitely not good. so, krauser ensures you get the best therapist around. he drives you to your sessions, picks you up, buys your medication and literally has alarms in his phone to remind both you and him that it was time for you to take your antidepressants. 

he was also more vocal about how much he loved you, just because he thinks you hearing it would help lighten your moods. he was happier when your eyes began to glow again, when you didn't have to force a smile again. 

it was beautiful. 

you were beautiful.

dedicated to: @gremlinfuck

[sinsofnivan]

I just read intoxication, I’m on my knees begging for you to write more Krauser. Could literally be anything and I will eat it up you write him so good. Really looking forward to your future works🖤🖤🖤

MATCH MADE IN HELL! — Jack Krauser x YOU!

SUMMARY: it's always bugged krauser how he could easily melt under your touch. that tough exterior—gone—the moment your lips wrap around his cock. at first he was confused with the moans that wanted to leave his scarred mouth, confused that his blowjob was ten times better than the previous ones, confused that his eyes actually wanted to roll back to the pits of his sockets. but he's grown to love it, more than he actually expected—because he was seeing you almost everyday.

PAIRING: JACK KRAUSER/you.

WARNINGS: oral fixations, slight post-orgasm torture, cock worship?, body worship, cockdrunk reader, size difference female reader, nsfw themes, obviously, possessive krauser, bro is in love with the readussy (and the reader too, of course.), size difference, krauser has a big fat monster veiny cock, being friends w benefits w krauser, au where krauser lives, krauser is also really needy and really nasty like, nasty nasty in this fic

WORD COUNT: 2259

A/N: y'all krauser has been fine since the first game TELL ME I'M WRONGGGGGGG.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

"oh fuck . . "

the feeling of your mouth wrapping around him was heaven. it's so soft, so fucking warm, and krauser couldn't help but let out a guttural moan. "mm," there hummed the pretty woman beneath him: you. the apple of his eye, the only source of his desires. you held his girthy cock from the base, slowly taking him in. "jus' like that, baby." his impatience gets the best of him, and he ends up pushing your head forward. the tip of his cock is just past your tongue, and you end up gagging, coughing out a thick coat of spit.

he groans, mouth left open as his dick twitched in your throat. why is it everything that you did turned him on? he hated it. hated how he needed you. how he wanted you for himself. "s , sorry, babe—shit!" you didn't allow him to finish his apology as you sheathed his cock deep in your throat; 'til your nose was firmly pressed against his bush, 'til his balls covered your already spit-soaked chin.

it takes everything in him to not cum—because for once, he actually wants to savour you. (and he won't admit it, he cums so fast with you . . ) his lips quivered, and you begin to bob your head at a steady pace. "mmh. . . mfff," you obscenely moaned against his cock, hollowing your cheeks as much as you could. "you're such a fucking . . dirty girl," he growled, running his scarred digits through his aurum hair. 

nevermind the burn on your knees. it was easy to ignore the aches when krauser whined your name so sinfully good. it only encourages you to pick up the speed, letting out these gagging noises everytime his tip’s by the back of your throat. his built thighs are caressed by you, palm running over every scar, every outline of his quads, juxtaposed by the harsh lines branded by your nails. krauser winced, but soon grinned. 

you began to practically fuck your throat against his veiny cock, jaw aching from how wide you have to open those pretty lips. gods, you drove him crazy, already feeling the orgasm quickly creeping up on him. "baby—, wait," he growled, putting a hand on top of your head to try and "stop" you, but he couldn't. you only hummed, reaching for his balls and squeezing. "stop––fuck, stop. 'm gonna cum," 

well, that was the point! 

instead, you'd knead his balls again, trying your best to maintain the rapid pace you've initiated, and krauser hisses at your hardheadedness. "Y/N, 'm serious—fuck, fuuuuck, i'm gonna cum, i'm cumming—!" his grip tightens, and it's just second-nature for you to force his throbbing cock deep in your throat as his cum spurts in thick amounts. his hips stuttered, and krauser doesn't let you pull away, even when you coughed, even when you gagged, even when you were tapping his leg for air. 

"bad girls don't get to breathe," he growled, keeping your head in place with one hand. "you're so fucking stubborn. can't wait to be a little cockslut for me? huh?" you whined, your spit leaking nonstop from his balls and from the sides of your mouth. his cock slides out from your mouth, and you wanted to catch your breath, but he had other plans; spit-covered shaft resting on your face and letting your own sloppy mess smear all over you. "you're so fucking filthy, baby," he groaned, watching you lick the underside, all the way down, down to his balls.

fingers delicately stroke the sensitive tip, earning a growl from your krauser whilst your fingertips teased him over and over; taking one of his balls in your mouth and sucking. he was fucking whimpering, cock still sensitive, but it felt so, so good. you were addicted, and so was he. "you're so—," so good. so fucking amazing. "you're so fucking bratty, god," he had to practically pry your mouth off of him, and you only pressed kisses on his tip. "'m soooorry," you muttered against his cock, smiling so deceivingly sweet at him. "y'know i love your cock, i can't help it . . " 

you sweet thing—krauser could never resist you. not with your eyes peering up at him like that, not with you wrapping your lips around his girth again; he pushes almost every strand of hair out of the way, your soft locks now bundled up in his fist on the back of your head as he guides his cock back in. "i'll give you want, slut," he growled, shoving it back in with a loud moan. his balls slap against your chin, and you only whimpered, a hand dipping to rub messy circles on your cunt. 

"this is what you wanted, right?" 

his thrusts began, and they're just as spiteful as he is—with every drive of his hips stimulating your gag reflexes. "wanted to be—fuck. . facefucked like a—like a dirty whore," the last words were punctuated with hard slams, and krauser only laughed when he sees those pretty irises roll to the back of your head. "couldn't fuckin' wait, could you?" he chuckled darkly, holding your head down and rendering you immobile. you choked, grunting and whimpering, breath laboured as you struggled to breathe through your nose, but . . but . . your fingers kept rubbing against your aching clit, still so needy just for him.  

"you're choking but still rubbing your cunt—? look at you, god, look at you. you're so fucking slutty."

krauser grants you reprieve, pulling out of your throat and letting you breathe. "there you go, baby. breathe. breathe," the fastened hold on your head loosens, and krauser cradled your face, wiping off your filthy tears. "still with me?" you feel his thumb on your lips, and he knew it was a yes when you let your mouth envelop the thick phalange.  "my orally fixated girl," krauser laughed, retiring his hand from your face. "c'mere." helping you get up from the floor, krauser gently held you by the neck as he captured your lips, uncaring if he could taste his cum on your tongue, uncaring if he could smell his own scent on you. (that drove him wild, actually . . )

his tongue is practically in your mouth, kissing you with urgency as if it was the first time he's got you in a liplock. calloused hands roam your body, starting from your waist all the way down to your hips and rear where he possessively squeezed it in both his hands, making you squeak. he could easily manhandle you, and he did; breaking the kiss so he could hold you up by your legs and bring you to the bed. 

"krauser," you croaked, getting comfortable on the mattress. "i'm horny—need you to fuck me," "i know, baby," krauser's on his knees, the mattress dipping from his weight. "hips up," he impatiently tugged on your panties, and he drooled when he sees your transparent essence clinging on to the fabric of your undergarment. "so wet, all from having your throat fucked?" he grinned, teasing your slit with his middle finger. "uh-huh," you nodded, because, well, it was true! 

y'can't wait to be fucked, and you're just so lucky that krauser can't wait to fuck you, the blonde grabbing ahold of your ankles as his dick rests against your mons—you bit your lip, seeing how the tip was so close to reaching your navel. "keep these open," he growled, moving his hips so the head of his cock would prod against your slit. "you want this? beg." 

the squelching sounds from beneath you are lewd as he slapped his cock against your dripping pussy. "please, krauser," you whined. "i need you to fuck me," "beg haaaarder, c'mon. my girl can do better than that," he began to rub the head of his girth against your clit, strings of his pre were clinging on to both your sensitive tips. "need you to fuck me please—have your cock stretch my cunt, please, please," 

holding his lipstick-stained base, his hips move slowly, cock slowly slipping past your soaked folds; the first stretch is fucking heaven, and krauser grinned when he feels your legs quiver. his hold's back on your ankles, not even waiting for you to fully adjust as he buried his cock deep, deep into your pretty pussy. the stretch burns so, so good.

it didn't even take him more than a second as he began to pound into you, driving his cock as deep as he could—which he did successfully, seeing as to how he could see the subtle bulge from your lower tummy; he soaked up sight of you beneath him. "hnng—! fuck!" you cried out, as he grabbed your waist to pin you in place. "so biiig . . " you held on to the sheets as he rammed into you mercilessly. "yeah? you can take it. you're—h, haah . . you're my girl, y'can take it." 

you're just as wrapped around his finger as he is around yours, because him calling you his girl makes you whimper, makes you clench around his thick cock. "yeah? yeah, you fucking like that, huh?" cocky bastard; like he wasn't just whimpering for you a few minutes ago. but, he fucked you so good—filled you up so fucking good. 

"so wet, god. no one else can have you . . " he growled. the last part was supposed to be just whispered to himself, but you lovedliked it. he became territorial, your moans grew louder, and your pussy just reflexed around him. it was cute. your waist is freed, and the pillows beside you dip as krauser caged you with his muscular arms. you pout when his thrusts stopped, but embraced him with your arms. "why'd you stop?" you huffed, and krauser just clicked his tongue. "shh. mouth open," he commands, and you do so without hesitation—even sticking your tongue out for him—and krauser's quick to spit in that pretty mouth. 

krauser's balls twitched. fuck . . you really are his girl. he leans in to kiss you, beginning to ram into you faster. harder. for being such a good girl. "mphh!" your cries of bliss are swallowed by his lips, nails painfully dragging over his scarred, built back. your legs would flail with every thrust, your heels smacking against the dimples on his back everytime, but, fuck, who cares. krauser didn't care. he wouldn't give a fuck if you bit him, scratched him, cut him. 

"say you love my cock," krauser whispered against your skin, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses on your cheek, jaw, and neck where he took the liberty to brand you with his teeth. "i love you—your cock, krauser. so much. 'm addicted," you were addicted alright, craning your neck for him as you let your eyes roll back. "yeah? you're addicted? me too, baby." he chuckled, lapping up the sweat. he's fucking nasty, god. 

his kisses moved to your collarbones, while he began to grope your pretty tits. how could he neglect these. "love your body, these tits, this fucking pussy," he looked up at you, and you were so beautiful succumbing to the pleasure that he gives you. the pleasure that only he could give you. all this praise from him—you can only take so much—feeling the familiar coil in your stomach tighten. and at this point, krauser has your body memorized. he can feel it, when you're writhing more than usual, wailing louder than usual. "i love all these reactions. i just know your body so well, baby. you love it when i press . . " 

you know exactly what he wanted to do, and you knew it would be your undoing, but you couldn't stop him even if you wanted to. you feel yourself squirm—feeling slightly ticklish—as he caressed your chest, your stomach, and then pressed at the spot just below your tummy, where he could feel the bump of his cock. this makes your body quiver—eyes wide at him as if you weren't expecting it, and his thrusts never faltered.

"here."

"krauser—♡!"

your orgasm takes you by surprise, cunt gushing all over him as he continued his pounding. "see? you're cumming already." "fuck—fuck! h-hngggggh!" you whimpered, holding onto him tight. "keep cumming. fuck, Y/N, you're so fucking—haah . .  messy," "thank you—thank youuu. ♡!" the thought of someone else witnessing your pure, unadulterated lust made him definitely mad, rutting desperately into you as if he wanted you to remember the shape of him. "i f-fucking love you—i love fucking you,"

and unfortunately for you, because you were too impatient earlier, he was nowhere near done, not even the ache of an orgasm creeping his mind. meanwhile, you easily fell apart when the hand pressing down on your tummy began to toy with your clit. he knew how to touch you, where to touch you—how could you not come undone? "krausheer—-♡ g'nna cum again," "yeah, go ahead. that's it, baby. keep squirting—you just love my cock that much, huh?" he grinned cruelly, adoring how you thrashed from overstimulation, all dumb with your mind turned to mush. pleasure fills you everywhere, causing your back to curve and arch as you're sent over the edge again. 

he mercifully lets you recuperate from your orgasms with slowing thrusts, eyes skimming over your mien. were you hurt? conscious? "still with me?" he asked in between gasps of air, voice gruff. you only nod, too fucked out. his cock's still deep in you, still painfully hard, still aching for you. "we can stop if you want," "noo," you huffed—only locking your legs around him tighter. krauser was pretty surprised, but he didn't complain. 

"you're such a freak, Y/N."

end.

A/N: thank you so much for reading! i really appreciate all your support! this will soon be crossposted on ao3. i am still sort of studying so very slow updates! but i've seen your requests and i have heard you all. more to come SOON!!!

[sinsofnivan]

More rough sex with Krauser pls👀 , he just wants to train and discipline the reader who is a rebellious rookie :(( hhh I luv ur writing

chokeholds are illegal! — JACK KRAUSER x YOU.

SUMMARY: “where were you? i thought i had made it clear that i wanted specialists with an H2H* evaluation score below 65 to come spar at 1600. it’s 1830, L/N.”  "huh?" your brows narrow. "my teammates said the passing score was 60, and i got a 64." your hands rest on your hips, your glare practically piercing holes through his eyes. "you don't report to them, do you? are they the ones who give you orders, rookie? huh? this is negligence and insubordination on your part." you rolled your eyes, and krauser scoffed. "stop fucking rolling your eyes. get in the ring." krauser raised the ropes as he slid into the training ring, and you were staring at him in disbelief.  "you're due for a sparring session. but since your teammates, the people you're supposed to spar with, already left, you're paired with me.

PAIRING: JACK KRAUSER/you.

TAGS: blah blah blah brat tamer krauser place name backstory stuff, female reader, sparring, pronebone, mean sex, degradation, nasty sex, sort of masochist reader, sort of sadist krauser, edging, save me brat tamer krauser save me, krauser has a big dick, size difference, SLIGHT knifeplay, choking, SIR KINK, power gap/imbalance, dubious consent, cervix fucking, mind break, inappropriate workplace relationships, humiliation, overstimulation, instant loss?, slight dacryphilia, GUYS DON'T SLEEP WITH YOUR SUPERIORS, sort of dubcon because of said power imbalance but reader likes being put in her place anyways

WORD COUNT: 3908

A/N: i love krauser sm. RAHH. the gif divider is not mine! credits to kdanie!

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

"c'mon, L/N. already panting? i'm not even sweating yet." 

you scowled, clenching your fists. it has been a long 10 minutes of taking blows and returning jabs and hooks, and your shoulders are aching from how he practically slammed you on to the ground earlier. sure, it was a little cushioned, but god, he was fighting you like he hated your guts. you wouldn't be able to physically overpower this 6"3 hunk of muscle, because judging from the size of his biceps alone, he benched twice your body weight for fucking breakfast. 

so relying on your speed it was. you saw many opportunities to strike after dodging his kicks and punches: an elbow to his ribs, a knee to his face, and even sweeping him off of his feet. but that was 5 minutes ago, and this fucker's absolutely terrifying—because he was beginning to get used to it. and he was right. there was no droplet of sweat beading on his temples. 

"you're fast, L/N." taunted the major, and you wanted nothing more than to punch the shit-eating grin off his face. "but not invincible," the sight of him lunging at you was terrifying, and you dodged—tried to dodge—but he cornered you in whichever direction you chose to step in. "going somewhere?" krauser grinned, just before he throws a right hook. you barely avoided it, the rush of air from his fist brushing past your cheek. you grunt in exertion, quickly punishing him by a hook to his jaw. it hits squarely, making his head snap to the side. but krauser remained unphased. 

krauser's hand quickly wrapped around your wrist, his vice bruising and unforgiving. he pulls you forward with a vicious yank, his knee driving into your stomach—once, twice—each strike forcing a groan from your lips as the air was driven out of you. you jabbed your fingers into his sides, his ribs, god, anywhere just to hurt him. but fuck, this man was made of steel. you might as well be punching concrete. "are you tapping out?" he asks arrogantly, and you groaned, trying to break free from his hold. "i'm not," you groaned.

the mocking laugh from him makes you mad. so, so fucking mad. 

he pushes him off of you, watching you stumble and attempting to catch your breath as you used the ropes for support. krauser's footsteps from behind you are menacing, and you're just convinced that he's gonna fucking kill you for all the trouble you've caused him. but, fuck, you'd rather die than tap out. right before you could stabilize yourself, a hand reaches out to grab your shoulder, and into his hold.

specifically, your head, into a chokehold;

his bicep crushing your throat as he pinned you against his chest. it was tight enough to limit your breathing, but not enough to suffocate you. he wanted you to tap out, to actually surrender to him—and you knew it was what you were supposed to do, as you could easily feel how lightheaded you were getting. but you didn't want to. your pride wouldn't let you. "i'm waiting, Y/N," krauser cackled, and your response was a pained grunt.

you tried to shove an elbow into his stomach, to try and get him off of you, but it was futile. krauser growled, clearly pissed that you can't accept your defeat, and you won't fucking stay still. "you think you're faster than me? stronger?" he whispered in your ear, breath fanning over the shell. "little miss untouchable. dodging orders, playing your little fucking games. that ends now." you grit your teeth, trying to think of something to say. 

"are you gonna follow everything i say from now on, rookie?" oh, the things krauser would give just to see that defeated look on your face. it takes you a while, but you begrudgingly stammer out a weak—"yes,"—much to krauser's glee. 

"yes, what?"

"yes, s, sir,"

your vision's getting cloudy, and your nails drag on his forearms for desperation; leaving red, angry lines on his pale skin as you scratched him."chokehold's illegal." you croaked. your protest makes krauser laugh, tightening his grip. "is it, rookie? just when i thought you were being a good girl." he could feel his cock aching in those damn tight pants. 

"i don't fucking care." krauser released you, easily using his strength to make you face him. you were bracing yourself for another punch, but the warmth of his big hands greet your cheeks instead; pulling you to him and letting his lips crash harshly on yours. you don't know what came over you. you hated your stupid fucking superior right now, but fuck—your lips reciprocated that forbidden liplock. 

your arms wrapped around him weakly, and krauser began to feel your body, squeezing your asscheeks through your jogging pants. you bit on his lower lip, hard, and krauser groaned, the taste of copper beginning to register on his taste buds. still bratty, still fucking mischievous, like always. 

the kiss breaks as krauser pushes you off of him, hungrily eyeing your body. "strip." he'd scowl, and so did you. "i'm not going to do that." you heaved, and krauser claimed your lips again. a little angrier this time, whilst his hand bundled up your shirt in fist, and then—

rip!

you gasped, and krauser held your neck with another hand, threatening to squeeze. his kisses trailed from the corner of your mouth to your jaw, then lingered just beneath your ear. "you're so," he growled, biting you hard, making you groan and hold on to his broad shoulders. "so fucking bratty. you drive me insane. i fucking hate you." he could feel your laughter buzz against his lips as his tongue dragged all over the inch of your sweaty skin. your scent, your taste, stirred something feral in him.

"yeah? doesn't look like you fucking hate me," you dipped a hand between your bodise, palming against his bulge. did he have a hard on while he sparred with you? y'can't remember. "shut up. just shut the fuck up," he was expecting to feel up your tits—but was only met with the foam of your sports bra, and krauser disappointedly clicked his tongue. 

"keep still." he glared at you, who was just observing everything he did. reaching behind him, you hear the familiar hiss of his knife being unsheathed from his holster. your breath hitches in your throat, and of course, krauser noticed. he grinned, bringing the sharp, cold end to your cheek. "yeah, you're gonna stay still." he cooed, gently tracing your lips with the dagger. this was the first time he's seen you follow your orders. 

"don't wanna be cut now, do you?" 

he retired the knife from your face, but you're yet to be at ease because he brought the cold blade down to your chest. "don't. fucking. move." he raised your sports bra up, beginning to cut through the fabric. maybe he didn't hate you as much as you thought, because he was really trying to not cut you. you can't say the same for your sports bra, however, as he easily cut the straps that prevented him from yanking that stupid fucking bra off of you. "here's what's going to happen, slut." your nipples rouse under his knife. "starting from now, you're gonna address me as sir." for once, you're rendered speechless. actually cautious about getting on his bad side now, because if he added even the slightest bit of pressure, you knew the blade would break the skin beneath it. "and you're going to be good. you wanna know why?" 

the tip feels crookedly ticklish as he dragged it up to your collarbone, and ultimately your chin; forcing your pretty eyes up on his face. "because i'm so fucking done with your antics. you have exhausted every bit of my patience." and just to make sure that you knew he wasn't playing, he gently pressed the sharp edge to draw the littlest of blood, letting it stain his knife. "are we clear?" you frantically nod. "yes—yes sir," krauser hummed in contentment. 

"atta girl. so strip."

the humiliation seeps through your cheeks and body, tummy twisting in taboo anticipation. i shouldn't be doing this. you thought as you kicked your boots off, tugged those pants down. i shouldn't be doing this. krauser thought as he brought the knife to your pantied cunt and began to gently glide it up and down. you couldn't look his way, too flustered—but you weren't suppressing the soft cries that left your mouth as his knife toyed with your clit. "dirty, dirty girl." krauser chuckled. "you actually like this, huh? i've killed people with this knife, slut. have some shame." the knife slid beneath the seams of your panties, impatiently tearing through the fabric. 

his knife has served its only purpose it seems; because, you hear him tossing it somewhere out of the ring. and in the next minute, he's —

⟢

"fuck!"

it's a big stretch. a biiiiig stretch. it hurt so, so good as krauser's cock cruelly shoved his cock in your pretty cunt; the lubricant being only his spit and your own slick. "tight—you're so fucking tight," he growled. your eyes roll back to the pits of your sockets as he began to pound you. his thrusts were mean and harsh, as if determined to break your pelvis. the cacophony of your sex—flesh slapping against flesh, the lascivious harmony of your voices, and the squelching of your soaking pussy—filled the room, loud and unabashed. krauser's bruising grip is on your waist, trying to ensure that every thrust had the tip poking your cervix.

"is this why you're such'a— hnggg, shit—! such a . . fucking brat?" he smacked your tits, making you yelp. "so you could get hatefucked by me? huh?" a devilish grin tugged on the corners of his lips, followed by an amused laugh. "all y'had to do was ask. c'mon, girl. ask me to fuck you harder." the pleasure has you reeling, has your cunt tightening from being used like a toy by your superior. you couldn’t utter a denial, you couldn’t even utter a single word—and it was just so unfair! 

as much as krauser loved your cries and how you melted under his mercy—it's not enough. he's greedy like that. "i said beg—!" krauser's demand is followed by a smack on your poor, used cunt. he took in every reaction you gave him, the whining from the sting, how you struggled to speak, the cries of his name, everything—he loved it. "p, please," you plead quietly. "please s, sir—need you to . . a-ahn! god—fuck!" he purposefully rams into you hard. it was so satisfying, finally breaking in his brat. you looked so pathetic, drooling, eyes watering as the pleasure made you tear up—and it was better than what krauser fantasized about. "need me to what?" his thumb traced your soft, kiss-bruised lips. "pleasepleaseeeplease, sir! need you t'fuck me deeper and h-harder—!" this is how he wanted you. 

obedient. respectful. fucked out.

he didn't even ask you to go deeper, but he figured he'll grant you your wishes, you were being so good for him, after all; your legs are manoeuvred by scarred dexterity to wrap around his waist, to have him closer, deeper. his thrusts begin again. it's rough, feral, but the sting's been long gone, replaced by overwhelming pleasure that only krauser could give you. 

oh, that fucking look on your face, god. brows scrunched up, mouth agape, rosy cheeks, lashes beaded with the tears that's yet to fall–-fuck, you're so "—fucking gorgeous," krauser babbled on, hips never relenting with his vicious pummeling. "big—," you whimpered in your stupefied haze, eyes widening. you could feel his tip kiss your perky cervix with the adjusted position. "yeaaaah, baby. that's— that's all me," krauser laughed, watching you place a shaky hand on where you felt him protruding through your skin. "gonna fucking—ruin you. 'til nothin' gets you off but your sir's cock, y'hear me?" nod, nod. "please, sir!" 

the title seems to have renewed his vigour, because fuck—the pleasure's so toe-curling, so mind-numbing; krauser's burying himself in your neck again, biting, kissing, sucking, branding you as his. he's barely acknowledging the cerise crescents you litter on his built back—does he even realize it? from how he's drooling, probably not.

he can't stop fucking your cunt, hips moving on their own animalistic fervour. he needs to cum, needs to get his little brat all stuffed full 'nd knocked up. the idea of colleagues catching him—and you, of course—didn't even cross his mind anymore. let them hear. let them know, that he was taming you, that you were completely wrapped around his finger. 

he grabbed your hips and practically used you as his personal fucktoy, raising you by your hips like you weighed nothing. your pussy twitched—yearning to cum, and he would have loved to see you fall apart, but—"don't you dare cum without my fucking permission," you scoffed at him, clearly irritated, and a particularly forceful thrust in you quickly corrects your indiscipline. "look at you, you fucking bratty bitch." he cackled cruelly. "givin' me attitude again? remember—," you winced when his fingers sink a little harder, and then– 

SLAP!

"this is—

your fucking

fault—!"

his frustration shows in each hard, mean thrust. it would have sent you to the edge, but he stops in time before it could blossom into something more, leaving you whining and quivering. unfortunately, his thrusts came to a brief halt, forcing you to feel all inches of his dick—every bump, every vein. when you were coming down from your faux high, his pounding resumed, catching you off guard. "cumming—," he growled, and your cunt just clenched around him as you whimpered. poor little thing. your name's what he wails, your face is what he envisioned as his eyes rolled back and intense pleasure washes over him.

it's torture to feel him fill you up, hunger temporarily satiated as he kept bucking his hips, spilling all of his thick, sticky semen into your pretty hole. "Y/N—!" he's so fucking deep—he's literally fucking splitting you open! you whimpered, losing strength in your legs and relying on nothing but his strength to keep your hips up. pulling away, he lets his cock slip from your cunt. he lowered his gaze, and—"fuck," 

your pussy was twitching and gaping, and his chest heaved, panting as he gasped for air. can't take his hungry eyes off of your cunt. fuck—it looked so pretty twitching and leaking his cum . . you were just about to get up, obviously unsatisfied and irate, but—

"on your fours."

"huh?"

"what, huh? i said on your fours."

"you're not done yet?"

"just get on your damn fours!"

you hated that you felt excited. excited that his cock was still twitching atop your cunt, excited that he wanted more of you. so you obliged, rolling over to your tummy the second he loosened his grip on you. you could barely keep your hips and knees up as they shook 'neath you. you could feel krauser's arrogance from the front. god, what a pri—!

smack! 

a startled yelp reverberates around the facility as his hand comes down on your asscheek. it's a mean slap, and you could feel just where his hand was as it stung like hell. 

smack! 

"think i shoulda jus' did this from the beginning," krauser chuckled, amused. very, very amused. "have 'ya sprawled on my lap and fucking spanking this—" smack! "—ass 'til it turned red," smack! then, you feel krauser's thumb on your clit, gathering up all your dripping, sticky arousal on his finger. "wet from being spanked? naughty," he wished you saw how he licked his fingers clean after—and he wished he could just bury his fucking tongue deep into you; but he'll save it for next time, when you're good. positioning himself behind you, you could easily discern the crown of his cock prodding against your pussy—using calloused digits to spread your pretty hole wide.

it's still a tight fit—but it's much, much easier to slide into you with his cum as lube. and he laughed, actually laughed when your knees gave out beneath you as his girth filled you up again. though, he didn't tell you to keep your hips up. instead, he keeps sheathing himself in you as you laid prone. don't worry, he understands. you were just dicked down two minutes ago, after all. 

you familiarly feel his arms wrap around your head, and fuck, krauser growled when he feels your cunt tighten up. "you think i'm done with you, slut? think 'm like those losers you sleep with?" his taunts are accompanied with the obscene plap! plap! plap! of your skins. you'd think for someone who just came, he would be slower, sloppier—but no. quite the opposite, actually.

his bicep was lathered in your drool as your face was squished between the muscle and his forearm. your breaths weren't cut off entirely, but you'd be lying to yourself if you said you got enough air lungful after lungful. "guess what? i'm not. hear me? y'even conscious?" he brought his thrusts down with fierce, punishing slams, and you laid there helplessly, unable to push him off of you, unable to escape his brutal thrusts. "y, yes sir!" 

"goooood fucking slut. i'm gonna ruin you. gonna make sure your pussy's the shape of me," all his possessive rambling is making you whimper, making your pussy twitch around him. his cock throbbed with overstimulation—it hurt, hurt so much. but you made him feel better. made the pain so fucking worth it. "sir k , krauserr—!" you sobbed, holding on to his forearms for dear life. felt like he was gonna fuck the consciousness outta you. 

krauser, who was reserved, strict, disciplined—this was at his rawest. logic forgotten while he feels himself drool from this addicting post-orgasm torture. his mind only seems to properly work when he feels that cunt spasming. "don't cum. fucking keep it in!" he demanded cruelly. how couldn't you—when his cock hit your most sensitive spot again and again. "n , noooo—please . . please, want to cum," you pleaded him. "please—i need to, need to cum—♡!" 

though, he wasn't having it. he can't have you satisfied yet. he was so mean! 

with frantic, sporadic thrusts, he uncontrollably spilled his cum into you again. his whimpers filled the room, continuing to drag his orgasm with brutal slams. it completely leaked from your pussy—he still came lots even after cumming prior. you whined when he slumped over you, his tip pressing against your cervix snugly as he gasped for his breath. he may have freed you from his crushing hold, but fuck—his body resting on yours had the same effect.

and you still haven't cum, still irate and needy amidst your stupefied state. 

"get off—," you whined, trying to wriggle beneath him; you could feel his cock softening up but it was still just as girthy—you curse him and his fat cock. it takes a minute or two for him to get off you, pulling out of your creampied cunt. krauser grinned as you turned over to your back, sweaty 'nd tired from the pounding you just took. you sat up, grunting. "'m g'nna head back," you mumbled with a pout, and krauser stretches an arm out to cradle your cheek. "we're not done yet, baby—," "stop touching me you—!" a thumb ran over your eyes, already wiping off the tears that wanted to fall. "shh, shh. i know, baby," he kissed your cheek, the corner of your mouth, your eyes—before coaxing you on your back again. 

he has you lay on his arm while he rests on his side, spreading your legs again with one hand. "you must be sooo frustrated," he grinned, running his middle and ring finger over your slit. "yes, please," you were jus' so frustrated, so needy—you did everything he asked and he was still mean. . . "gonna cry?" he cooed, before sliding two thick fingers into your dripping cunt.

the stretch isn't the same as his cock, but you don't care. y'just needed him. "beg me again, sweetheart. i promise it'll be the last." he curved his fingers up slow, so agonizingly slow. "please, sir. wanna cum. need to cum, pleaseplease—," "yeah? i got you, baby. you've been so good for me," dear god, does this man ever get tired—? he began to pump his fingers in your pretty cunt, his cum spilling everywhere whenever it would slide out. his thrusts are similar to the pace of his pounding—and your cunt twitched thinkin' about how he fucked you. 

"you're such a stubborn brat, no? don't worry, i'll break those bad habits outta yer head," he leans down to kiss you, capture that sarcastic mouth and muffle all your whines as he picked up his pace. you held on to his wrist, to him—to fucking wherever—kissing him back sloppily as he had you writhing from just his fingers. when you tried to pull away, he would just chase your lips back, it made it so harder to breathe, but you had to kiss him back. you have to kiss your sir back. 

he's kind, but unkind at the same time, not giving your pussy a break, but letting the coil in your stomach tighten. you could feel it. so so close! krauser lets you breathe, a string of spit dripping from your lips. not ounce did his fingers falter—those wet noises, fuck, you're so wet. "you're such'a good girl," he hummed, eyes hypnotized with your creaming pussy.

your eyes widen when he finally doesn't stop fingering you—breath becoming faster and more ragged as your orgasm neared. he flickered his gaze back to you, entertained with your reactions. it was so worth it, saving the best for last. "yeah? uh-huh. you're so pretty. my pretty brat. sir's sorry for making you cry." "fuckfuckfuckfuck—'m cumming. sir, 'm cumming—♡!" your legs shook, and the moment the pads of his fingers graze that spongy nub in your pretty cunt, you're cumming undone. 

you would have screamed if it wasn't for the hand covering your mouth. you whimpered against his palm. "shhh, shhh. baby, i know. i know. it's too much, right?" but his fingers didn't stop, continuing to shove it knuckles-fucking-deep inside you.  "shh, shh. i know. but you asked for this. you wanted to cum, right? right?" krauser chuckled heartlessly, keeping this onslaught on your sensitive cunt. you were twitching so much around his fingers—and he knew you would be his next addiction for . . . god knows how long.

he abruptly pulled his fingers out from you, easing out another squirting orgasm from your poor cunt; using the same fingers, he gently rubbed your puffy clit. you squirmed, hips bucking and legs kicking. your eyes pricked tears, feeling too good, too sensitive. from covering your mouth, he moves to hold your jaw gently—wanting to hear your pretty, broken sobs. 

he feels the familiar tap on his arm. one, two. "aw, tapping out? you're not allowed to tap out." your eyes rolled to the back of your head, wailing when he adds a little more pressure on to rubbing your clit. "sir—sir please—, please. i'll be good, i'll be good—♡, please," you scratched on to his arms, biceps—anywhere you could get your claws on. "please— need a break," 

you? a break? when you're bucking your hips like that?

"hmm . . i don't think so."

end.

A/N: sorry if it's a bit sloppy, i wanted to compensate for taking too long to upload. i'm not very well-informed with military themes so i just kinda word vomited HAHA. but thank you soooo much for reading!! THANK YOU, THANK YOU! H2H* means hand to hand. according to google anyways.