#krauser x reader fanfiction

[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

[smutbutoutofnowhere]

shoutout to all my fellow smut enjoyers

[lipglossanon]

Turbo Killer

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

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

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

not proofread

title from Turbo Killer by Carpenter Brut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your pussy pulses and clenches around Jack and he groans. 

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

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

“Is that true, sweetheart?”

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

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

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

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

Jack and Leon moan almost in unison.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Another masculine moan echoes in the air as Ashley squeals. 

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

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

Listening to Jack fuck Ashley sends your arousal spiraling higher. 

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

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

Jack laughs crudely, “Same here.”

You whimper up at Leon who smiles down at you. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Leon grins in return, “Me too.”

divider: @/firefly-graphics

[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.

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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]

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. 

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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.

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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!!!

[sinnaea]

Krauser/You RE fanfic, page one rough draft, Fem! reader

Oops! I thought I was done writing about Krauser but he's becoming my current obsession. My brain has been firing on all pistons and coming up with all kinds of HCs. I want to explore what kind of a man he may be when he's off duty...

Summary You’re a dancer at a distinguished gentlemen’s club and your most loyal and favorite customer has arrived. You haven’t seen him in months and he asks you for a special request before he leaves again on one last mission. (Pre-RE4R)

Saturday nights always draw a more boisterous crowd. The gentlemen’s club never felt unsafe and you know there are worse places to dance at. You’ve been there before. After dancing and entertaining here for a couple years, you became spoiled by the upscale establishment, security and elite clientele. Yet, you never look forward to the crowd on Saturday nights. The money is good enough and you need it. So, you always give it your all.

You sit at your vanity along with the other dancers and entertainers in a large dressing room. A plush robe keeps you warm and comfortable for the time being as you lay out all your cosmetics. When suddenly, one of the booking assistants calls to you from behind. You turn and listen as your brush your long locks.

“You’ve been booked in lounge number four,” they inform.

A hefty weight lifts from your shoulders and you sigh in relief. A private booking means you can get away from the general crowd for while.

“What time?” you ask casually. “And how long?”

“As soon as you start,” the assistant answers, “and it’s for the entire night.”

You pause but perk up. A soft exhale escapes your nose as your lips pucker into a small smile. A nervousness tickles within you but slowly charges you with giddiness. You set your brush down on the vanity.

“Is it who I think it is?” you ask hopeful.

The assistant winks and chuckles. “You already know.”

You return to your vanity and diligently prepare yourself they way your favorite customer likes. It has been a few months since you last saw him which is not entirely unusual given he works for the government in the military. But you still remember all the things he prefers. Remembering your clients’ likes and dislikes are part of your job after all. It’s what keeps them coming back to you, especially him.

He has an eye for elegance yet practicality. That lace bralette and thong with the garter belt you put on always left a permanent smile on his face. Purple and black are his colors of choice so you paint your eyes dreamy and smoky with those. He also loves the way the loose curls of your hair swirls around your body when you dance for him. And whenever you draw close, you can tell by his silent inhale he loves that rose and vanilla perfume you wear. It’s what prompted him to give you the pet name “Rosy.”

The private lounge rooms are like a completely different world compared to the main area. They’re fully equipped with alcohol and cigars for you to serve to your client. The furnishings are much more lavish and well maintained. The lights are more dim and soft yet focused on only you and your client. It’s quieter and intimate.

There is a separate entrance for you into the private lounge and you stand behind the door with a few butterflies in your stomach and a confident smirk on your face. You straighten your posture, raise up your chin and puff up your locks. Taking in a relaxed breath, you turn the knob and enter the room.

It’s silent all for the clicking of your heels on the dark laminate floor. There’s a subtle haze in the air and you smell the slight spice and wood from a burning cigar. He’s already made himself comfortable which makes you chuckle internally. You walk into a more focused light next to a silver dance pole and you can barely make out the outline of his body sitting on a leather chair in the shadow in front of you. You still know it’s him.

You wrap an arm up and around the silver pole like a crawling ivy, revealing your full figure and curves under the light. You lean forward, slightly pushing up your breasts and arching your low back, as you tantalizingly speak into the shadow.

“Been a long time, Soldier Boy.”

The creak of the leather couch sounds off as he leans forward and out of the shadow. His face comes into the light and you finally see him. That rugged yet handsome face that bore yet another scar from who knows what. He was dressed rather sharp in a black suit and tie. But it always made you giggle seeing his massive and muscular body barely contained in his clothes. The lit cigar dangles from his lip and he takes one last puff before setting it down. He runs a hand through his slick blonde hair as his scarred lips curl into a smile.

“I’ve been waiting for you, Rosy.”

You’ll never forget that voice. So rough and growly that you know hides something more gentle underneath that is Jack Krauser.

[bihanarms]

Chapter 8: Forced Alliance.

here is chapter 8, enjoy ;)

Hours seemed to have passed since (Name) had lost consciousness, and when she finally opened her eyes, she woke up drenched in sweat, her breath ragged. Everything appeared blurry and disorienting, as if she was emerging from a suffocating nightmare.

As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, the young woman became aware of her surroundings. She was lying on a rudimentary cot inside a tent that seemed to belong to a military personnel. The tent walls were adorned with maps, photos, and scattered documents, indicating intense activity and meticulous preparation. Where the hell am I?

She slowly sat up, feeling the stiffness of her aching body, and rubbed her temples to alleviate the persistent headache. (Name) tried to recall the details of what had happened, but the memories seemed hazy, dissipating into the dark corners of her mind. It was like trying to grasp fleeting shadows, elusive and intangible.

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Wait, are those my belongings over there? The journalist thought as she spotted her bag, camera, and notebook on the corner of the table, the very items that had been taken from her during her abduction. She barely had time to squint and discern what belonged to her when suddenly, Krauser burst into the tent with determined strides. His gaze was neutral, devoid of any apparent emotion, as he locked eyes with her.

A wave of panic washed over the young woman unexpectedly as she suddenly recalled the words she had hurled at him while under the grip of the virus. The unsettling images of their exchange flooded back into her memory, fueling her growing fear. Would he finally follow through and end her life? (Name) instinctively stepped back, her muscles tense with apprehension, realizing she hadn't regained enough strength to attempt anything.

Without wasting a second, Krauser swiftly approached (Name), gripping her face firmly. His fingers pressed against her skin, analyzing her eyes and neck with an unsettling intensity. She experienced a mix of discomfort and surprise in response to this unexpected action.

"Let go of me, damn it!" the journalist exclaimed, pulling her face away from his grasp.

Krauser didn't insist and allowed the young woman to free herself from his hand, his gaze remaining enigmatic. He then sat down on another cot, facing her.

"You should thank me," he said condescendingly.

What is he talking about? A look of confusion crossed (Name)'s face, followed by a hint of disdain. "Thank you for what? Not killing me right away? Please, go ahead, it would save us both time-"

"For injecting you with a serum that will slow down the progression of the infection, you fool," He interrupted, his tone surprisingly serious.

What the fuck?

(Name) fixed her gaze on Krauser, searching for answers in his eyes. Mistrust lingered, mingled with confusion and disbelief. Why was he helping her now, after everything that had transpired? It was true that she felt somewhat better than before, but it all made no sense, given the events that had unfolded.

She let out a laugh before speaking again, "So what? Suddenly, you've decided to be the good guy, the one who saves everyone? Have you seen the light all of a sudden? Do you regret your actions? Maybe we should hold hands and go pick flowers together, and everything will be forgotten?"

An amused smile appeared on Krauser's face in response to the young woman's remark before he replied, "What's your name?"

It was true that all this time, this guy had no idea what her name was.

"(Name)" she said, her tone still guarded, unconvinced by her adversary's actions. "You see, (Name)," he continued, maintaining his serious demeanor, "there's no such thing as good and evil, and to be honest, I don't give a damn about forgiveness. But you were right earlier, even if it was the virus that made you suddenly grow a pair when you were on the verge of death."

She was confused, her eyebrows furrowing in incomprehension as she listened to him speak.

"You're the one who revealed all this truth to me about that other bitch and Wesker, and even if it's not pleasant, killing you won't erase that truth. Anyway, I saw her talking with that idiot Leon, and I’m guessing everything you said was true. I'm going to kill both of them for a start. And we'll see about Wesker later."

She had no idea who the hell this Leon guy was and what he had to do with that story, but she didn't care much at the moment. (Name) was still processing the situation, unable to believe how this man, who had thrown her against walls, kept her captive, and whom she had also provoked, could keep her alive. And even help her by slowing down her infection? Did it make any sense?

In a way, it did. A few hours ago, she had just revealed to him that all the terrible actions he had carried out for people he thought he could trust were actually a huge mockery. No gratitude. Only assholes who used his pain and rage for their own benefit.

But even with all that, he didn't need her, so why had he "helped" her? " Honestly, I still don’t get it. You could have just left me there without killing me. »

The young woman remained confused as Krauser, on the other hand, did not immediately respond. He took something out of his pocket that appeared to be a sample, nervously playing with the container between his fingers. A tense silence hung in the air as they looked at each other.

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Finally, he broke the silence. "I only did this, because now I know who I really need to deal with, thanks to you" he declared in a gruff tone. "Don't think I'm trying to redeem myself. I'm just going to kill those people. Now, you're on your own. I'll take care of Ada, that rookie, and Wesker."

Those were his final words before he got up, seemingly ready to leave, tucking the sample he had in his hand into a back pocket.

Panic seized (Name) as she realized he was leaving her alone in this unfamiliar environment. "Wait, what?" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with frustration. "You can't just leave me here! You're the one who held me against my will! I don't even know where I am or how to get back home!"

Krauser sighed, weary of this discussion. "Listen, I don't have any more time to waste with you." he retorted sharply.

The young woman abruptly stood up, determined not to be left alone here and not to let him off the hook. However, as soon as she took a step, a sharp pain shot through her, forcing her to come to a halt. She winced, feeling the agony intensify with each passing moment.

Observing her condition, Krauser let out a final sigh before looking at her with pity. "Come along if you want, but I won't change my plans. If you're lucky and still alive after all this, maybe we'll find a way out."

(Name) felt relieved by his words, but her ego would never allow her to utter a "thank you" if it was meant for him.

"Let's be clear, I'm not a babysitter, so try to keep up if you can," he stated authoritatively. Damn, this guy must have been something as a Major...

"And if you try anything weird, don't forget that this time I won't hesitate to pull the trigger." Then he added, "Oh, and one last thing, I'm doing this out of pity, nothing more."

"I don't care. I’ll go with you. " the young woman finally said, summoning her last bit of strength to stand upright once again. I still don't trust you, but I have no choice.

The two individuals locked eyes, the atmosphere tense and filled with conflicting emotions, as (Name) finally made her way to her belongings that she had noticed earlier, preparing to follow her former captor.

[bihanarms]

Chapter 9: Bound by Silence

Here is Chapter 9, hoping you still enjoy it. We're getting close to the end! Apologies for any mistakes, and feel free to share your feedback as always.

"Move faster if you don't want to lose sight of me." Krauser commanded.

I don't give a damn, (Name) thought to herself, though she refrained from uttering the words aloud. They had been trekking through the island for almost an hour, and she was struggling to keep up. The landscape consisted of constant ascents, obstacles, and rocky terrain, and of course, her companion made no effort to assist her. Even though he had warned her beforehand, the journalist had reached her limit. An hour of walking alongside a soldier who maintained an unyielding pace while she was still recovering from her injuries, an hour with a man who only spoke to her to issue orders. Well...at least he was no longer trying to kill her. Nevertheless, she doubted she would ever be able to trust him. "I thought you were used to the field" he jeered once again, as if their current predicament was an everyday occurrence.

Finally catching up to Krauser after scaling a ledge, she retorted, gasping for breath, "Should I remind you of what I went through just a few hours ago? Well, whatever..."

"If you say so. Either way, I warned you—I don't have time to waste, sweetheart." 'Sweetheart'...Go to hell. She simply couldn't stand him.

The young woman stood up, catching her breath, while her "comrade" had already advanced several meters ahead of her. She vaguely surveyed her surroundings. The night was pitch-black. In the distance, she could make out heavily guarded buildings, protected by what seemed to be half-human, half-monstrous soldiers. She considered herself fortunate that Krauser had chosen to circumvent them, preventing her from being attacked and avoiding drawing any attention. God, I’m so tired..

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Suddenly, (Name) felt her hair being yanked forcefully as she was seized by an infected soldier. A surge of anger and profanities surged within her as Krauser seemed to have vanished from her field of vision. That son of a bitch.

She fought back as best she could, attempting to break free from the soldier's grip, thrashing with ferocity. Finally, with a desperate effort, she managed to escape the soldier's hold.

However, before she could catch her breath, another soldier, approaching from behind, poised to strike her with a deadly axe. Time seemed to stretch into infinity as the weapon bore down on her, menacingly.

She didn't have time to react, to draw a weapon from her bag or dodge the blow. It was too late. Was this how it was all going to end? Instinctively, she closed her eyes and raised her arms to protect herself as she heard the sound of the blade sinking into flesh.

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Wait?

She felt no pain.

Slowly, she reopened her eyes to find herself face to face with an imposing, muscular figure standing nearly two meters tall. "Krau-Krauser?" (Name) stammered in shock.

"Stay back." he commanded.

She immediately obeyed, keeping a certain distance as he remained standing in front of her, his hands gripping the infected soldier's, the axe lodged in his lower abdomen. Yet, he showed no signs of pain.

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With a swift motion, he snapped the enemy's neck and abruptly pulled the axe from his lower abdomen, still unfazed. (Name) was astonished to see Krauser save her for the second time. She was completely bewildered by this man. Why was he acting this way?

Meanwhile, he remained stoic, apparently immune to pain. He turned to the young woman and asked if she was okay. Did it truly matter to him? Unable to find the words, she remained silent, still in shock from the situation.

"Cat got your tongue?" he asked, slightly aggressive. "We need to keep going."

Without waiting for a response, Krauser turned away and continued on his path. (Name) stood motionless for a moment, gradually regaining her composure after the dramatic event. However, she couldn't help but notice Krauser's evident wound. She decided to address it, calling out to him before approaching and taking her bag off her shoulders.

He abruptly halted and responded in a curt tone, "What's the matter?"

"You're injured, let me have a look." she said with concern in her voice. Indeed, even though he concealed any pain on his face, the wound he had sustained was bleeding profusely. She finally found something to dress the wound in her bag, approaching him. However, he abruptly stopped her by firmly gripping her wrist. "I don't need your help, put that away." he declared firmly.

A silence hung between them as (Name) refused to avert her gaze from the towering man. Her eyes expressed unwavering determination, and her voice took on an authoritative tone. "You have no business playing the lone wolf. Let me take care of this." Despite the mystery surrounding Krauser's motivations for saving her narrowly on two occasions, it was clear to her that she had to repay him in some way, despite the peculiar atmosphere that lingered between them.

Krauser hesitated for a moment, then gently released his grip on her wrist. "Do as you wish, but be quick." he replied somberly.

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(Name) gently took hold of his t-shirt and lifted it slightly, revealing the toned lower part of his belly adorned with scars. His wound was now exposed. Carefully, she placed her hands on his skin to disinfect and clean the injury. With each touch, Krauser winced slightly in pain. "Sorry if it hurts." she apologized.

The wounded man said nothing, unable to resist analyzing (Name)'s features that he had never truly noticed before, too preoccupied with the desire to kill each other. It was the first time her face was so close to his, and it was on this occasion that he noticed the beauty of her features, even with all the dirt covering her.

He found it amusing to see the seriousness in her expression, as she genuinely seemed concerned about his injury.

As the young woman finished wrapping his lower belly with a long bandage, she raised her eyes and finally met the gaze of the injured man.

Their faces were now inches apart, creating an atmosphere charged with electricity.

God, that’s some beautiful blue. (Name) thought, now immersed in the gaze of the former major, surprised to find that his eyes, usually filled with aggression, were now devoid of any hostility.

As they locked eyes, a new wave of tension settled between them. Their gazes delved into each other, the silent exchange prolonging the moment. It was as if the outside world faded away, making room for an inexplicable connection. (Name) felt disturbed by this strange feeling emanating from their closeness. It was as if she was rediscovering the man standing in front of her.

Meanwhile, Krauser remained silent, continuing to study (Name)'s face with great attention, still captivated by her delicate features and unique beauty, while her hands still delicately rested on his lower abdomen.

The young woman felt unsettled by this strange sentiment emanating from their proximity and suddenly regained her composure without finding the right words. She stammered, "I'm done." Stepping away from Krauser, she distanced herself, stating that it was time to continue their journey. What-just-happened?

The now tended man kept silent, simply rising to his feet to follow her, as if this silent exchange had also stirred something within him.

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The tension lingered in the air as they resumed their march, their footsteps resonating in the tormented landscape that surrounded them. Emotions swirled in (Name)'s mind as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. Impossible for me to feel anything for this guy. Doubts and questions crowded her thoughts. Or is it really-impossible? But for now, she chose to keep silent.

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Suddenly, Krauser broke the silence, his gaze abruptly turning towards a distant point. He seized the opportunity to quickly inform (Name) of someone's presence on the horizon, one of the individuals he was supposed to eliminate. A glimmer of excitement mixed with determination shone in his eyes as he pulled out the sample he had retrieved from his back pocket. Holding it tightly in his hand, he gazed at the sample with unsettling intensity. (Name), concerned about the turn of events, took a deep breath before asking him with a worried voice, "What do you plan to do with this sample?"

He abruptly interrupted her question, responding with a cold and determined tone, "Originally, I was supposed to deliver this sample to Wesker. It contains a strain of the dominant species of the virus, but now, I don't care. I'm going to inject it to become more powerful and crush that rookie down there."

She felt her heart tighten at Krauser's decision. It really tightened. Until now, all of the major's dubious decisions had left her indifferent, and she cared little for the person accompanying her as she had only felt disgust towards him before, but she couldn't explain exactly why it had changed.

With a voice filled with concern and conviction, she insisted, "Krauser, you can't do this. You must not succumb to temptation. I know you're better than that, you have more worth than becoming a mere instrument of destruction. You have to stop all of this."

He stared at her with a mixture of frustration and anger. "Because it matters to you? All of a sudden? Stay out of this."

The young woman sighed, sadness evident in her breath, but she didn't let herself be discouraged and took a deep breath. "Jack, please... Don't do this." She took the risk of using his first name for the first time, having discovered it in the documents she had read earlier. "I know what I said earlier-"

He looked at her, bewildered, emotions swirling across his face.

He finally turned away, resigned, and quickly injected himself with the sample. "Wait for me here." Then, without a word, he leaped away with animal-like agility to distance himself and continue his hunt.

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(Name) remained motionless, her gaze fixed on the spot where Jack had disappeared. Her mind was tormented by a mix of anxiety, sadness, and anger. Above all, she felt a profound sadness, no more judgment, no more disgust. How far would this man go? Was he broken to this extent? She found herself hoping that there was still something left of him.

Damn it, these events are really taking an unexpected turn. I don't know what to think anymore.

Finally, she sighed and crouched down, waiting for the man's return. "I have no choice but to wait for you, in any case."

[bihanarms]

Chapter 10: Mutated Hearts

And here's Chapter 10 right away.

Time passed slowly as (Name) waited for Krauser's return. Minutes turned into hours, and worry began to creep in. She found herself hoping that he was still alive, despite all the reservations she had about him. The thought of him never coming back troubled her deeply. And she needed him for her to get out of here, no matter what. Please, come back soon.

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Suddenly, as she nervously tapped her foot, she felt a strange sensation. A throbbing headache assaulted her, accompanied by a slight dizziness. Instinctively, she placed her hand on her temple, feeling her pulse quicken. Not this shit again... Memories of her previous infection resurfaced. However, these symptoms quickly subsided, leaving (Name) perplexed. Was it just a passing reminiscence, or was the virus starting to awaken within her again?

Lost in her thoughts, the young woman began to ponder a crucial question: should she continue waiting for Krauser in her current state? Was it wise to remain in this hostile place, even though her chances of survival were slim? Or should she try to escape on her own, despite having no idea how she could accomplish that?

The options jostled in her tormented mind. On one hand, caution told her not to jeopardize her own survival by clinging to someone like him. On the other hand, there was a part of her that cared about the man, that wanted to find him and ensure his safety, despite everything she knew about him and what he had put her through. This strange connection that had formed between them in mere moments of proximity had bound them in a surprising way, and she couldn't ignore it. She couldn't put into words why or how it had happened. But it had, in the span of a few seconds. And despite her efforts, knowing that just a few hours ago she would have probably left him behind without remorse, she couldn't shake off these new feelings that unsettled her.

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Finally, she made a decision. She couldn't abandon him completely, and more importantly, she needed him to get out of here. This sudden, albeit ambiguous, connection to him was now ingrained in her being. She had to at least try to find him, even if it meant taking reckless risks in this hostile environment.

Rising to her feet with determination, (Name) prepared herself to embark on the search for Krauser. She gathered her meager provisions and adjusted her gear. She knew it would be a perilous journey, but she was ready to face all dangers in an attempt to find the man who had stirred unexpected emotions within her and had saved her from certain death twice.

Leaving behind the place where she had waited for so long, (Name) ventured into the unknown.

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Am I really searching for the guy who kept me captive here? Yes, she was.

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She ventured away from the island for a while, desperately searching for Krauser while avoiding the numerous dangers lurking at every turn. Her journey was filled with encounters with terrifying creatures, but she persisted, driven by the hope of finding the man she had unconsciously started to care about.

Suddenly, as she traversed a ruined area, the sound of gunfire echoed through the air. Her heart leaped in her chest, for the voice accompanying those shots was one she could swear she recognized. Without hesitation, she rushed towards the source of the sounds, adrenaline pumping through her veins.

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Arriving at the scene, the young woman witnessed a chilling sight. Lying on the ground was the man who was once Jack Krauser, but now, he was unrecognizable. His flesh was distorted, his skin covered in dark and torn scales. His limbs had transformed into monstrous claws. It was a nightmarish vision, a terrifying mutation.

(Name) was confronted head-on with the horrifying reality before her. Her emotions fluctuated between sadness and terror. How could a man undergo such a transformation? Was it the result of the sample he had injected? Or was there something more sinister behind this abominable metamorphosis?

She remained motionless, observing Krauser in his mutated state. Memories of their last encounter intertwined with her current distress. She was torn between turning back and the memory of the man he was an hour ago. However, before she could make a decision, the thing who had been lying on the ground, seemingly lifeless, suddenly roared, tearing through the air with his guttural and distorted voice. His gaze fell upon (Name), reflecting a glimmer of hostility.

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The situation became unbearable for the young woman. She took a hesitant step back, but her conflicting feelings did not waver. Should she attempt to save him from this mutation, or was it already too late? Reason told her to leave, to flee from this horror, but a part of her refused to abandon him completely.

The dilemma tormented her mind as she stood there, motionless and indecisive, while the beast now standing in front of her closed in, ready to kill. It's too late, he probably doesn't even recognize me anymore..

Krauser, completely ravaged by the virus, emitted an aura of hatred and destruction that enveloped the entire scene. He violently lunged at (Name), mercilessly pinning her against the wall with his mutated arm. The monstrous claws grazed the young woman's abdomen, leaving a shallow cut that began to bleed.

(Name), overwhelmed by unspeakable terror, felt her body freeze under his grip. Tears started to stream down her cheeks, a mixture of fear and sadness at the devastated state of the man she had just nursed back to health moments ago. The brutal reality of the situation hit her hard, tearing her heart into pieces. What have you done to yourself..

Krauser's eyes now seemed lifeless, filled with uncontrollable rage and devoid of any humanity. His partially deformed face was a reflection of the irreversible loss he had endured.

If only I could have done something.. But deep down, she knew that she couldn't have prevented this. This man had suffered too much and inflicted too much pain. He had allowed himself to be consumed entirely by boundless hatred.

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As the grip of the semi-monstrous man tightened around her waist, and her wounds bled more profusely under the sharp blades of his claws, the young woman felt the end drawing near. Tears flowed faster as she realized that she had barely had the chance to know the former soldier on a more human level. She had despised him, fought against him to survive, and had hardly had the time to understand his true inner suffering before it was too late, and she was moments away from dying at his hands. Maybe I should have left you here... But it didn't matter anymore. She, too, was infected, even if the process had been slowed down. It was only a matter of time before her fate followed the same course as his.

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Suddenly, from his other arm transformed into a terrifying blade, the monster was about to ruthlessly impale her. The tension in the air was palpable as she closed her eyes, preparing for the inevitable outcome. But at the last moment, something happened.

For a brief moment, Krauser seemed to hesitate, revealing a glimmer of humanity in his mutated eyes. A flash of past memories crossed his gaze as he appeared to recognize the woman standing before him. "Jack..." (Name) sobbed.

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This glimmer of humanity ignited a spark of hope in the journalist's heart, reminding her that there was still a part of the man she had started to develop a certain attachment to. Taking a deep breath, (Name) gently placed both hands on her assailant's partially recognizable face. Her fingers traced the distorted contours, seeking to recreate the connection they had shared for a fleeting second an hour earlier. Tears continued to stream down her cheeks, blending the pain, sadness, and hope that fueled her. It was her last attempt.

In an act of mixed courage and desperation, (Name) leaned in and tenderly placed a kiss on Krauser's distorted lips.

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It was a kiss filled with compassion and hope, a final gesture to try to reignite the flame of his lost humanity. A kiss that conveyed her presence and her newfound understanding. She remained in that position, lips against his, in a suspended moment in time. A fraction of a second where everything could change.

From his captive to the one kissing him, from disgust to compassion, she didn't know how she had ended up here, but she was here. I beg you...

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As the young woman thought all hope was lost, Krauser suddenly released his grip on her after the kiss, as if a spark of humanity had managed to pierce through his mutated shell. He fell heavily to the ground, appearing exhausted and disoriented. (Name) rushed to his side, pleading for him to come back to her, to reclaim the remaining shreds of his humanity. Her words hung in the emotionally charged air as Jack, drained of strength, begged her to leave before it was too late.

"Get out of here before it's too late..You're already foolish enough to have joined me."

But (Name) refused to abandon him, reminding him of the moments when he had saved her on two occasions. She replied with a nervous laugh, "Either way, I have no idea where I'm going on this island without you." She knelt beside him, tears streaming down her face, and held his hand with unwavering determination, refusing to believe that all was lost now that she had witnessed him regain consciousness.

However, given Jack's desperate state following his transformation, he slipped into unconsciousness. With a heavy heart, (Name) made a bold decision. Despite the pain twisting her insides, she braced herself and lifted Jack's body, enveloping him in her arms to protect him. "I won't let you down after you helped me like the others. Maybe he deserved to die for all the atrocities he had committed, but the young woman didn't care and acted out of pure selfishness in that moment, considering only the glimpse of goodness she had seen during their brief partnership.

Her mind ablaze with determination as she recalled the rumors she had heard during her solo journey to find him. There was a laboratory somewhere on this island where the virus could be eradicated in its final stage. She set her goal to lead them both there, to find a way to put an end to the virus that had infected them both, and swore to get out of this place.

"Damn, if I make it out of here alive, it'll be one hell of an article."