#krauser x trans reader

[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.

[boipussybiohazard]

YOU'RE DESTROYING MY HEART JACK

[deleteddewewted]

Fanfic Idea Cause Krasuer Brainrot:

MDNI, NSFW

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Where you seeing someone else?"

"No, why-"

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

"I was scared."

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

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

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

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

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

[dyedcomrade]

krauser is my supportive but kinda confused husband who corrects people with "her pronouns are he/him exclusively"

he's got the spirit, but i think he may be a little dense or spaced out 24/7. for whatever reason but mostly because that work takes all his energy away. like halfway operation javier only, he realised these bows got hands.

(+ he may need some time to get used to communication and things in relationships as he avoided them most of his life)

he def threatened a guy once about "whether or not they want another knife between their legs now that they are so interested in others'." after they made a comment about s/i being a little too delicate to be among men like krauser's team and making faces at having to refer to s/i as he/him. (idk how he got there, either being a soldier or someone who worked with them)

[limblesstar]

maybe i need to actually write krauser x reader but in a gender neutral way also he’s trans and a power bottom. tbank u

[acidh2otoby]

Master List

Welcome to the safe haven for Resident Evil fans looking for fanfic of male readers (trans or cis) and character x character.

Here's the normal characters I'll do for character x reader stuff.

Ada Wong

Albert Wesker

Ashley Graham

Billy Coen

Carlos Oliveira

Chris Redfield

Claire Redfield

Ethan Winters

Finn Macaulay

Helena Harper

Ingrid Hunnigan (yes, I'm including the Queen)

Jake Muller

Jill Valentine

Leon Kennedy

Luis Sera (or Serra depending on your fancy)

Piers Nivans

Rebecca Chambers

Rosemary Winters

Sherry Birkin (ADULT; UNLESS I SPECIFY)

Sheva Alomar

Steve Burnside

And the list of ships I'll do.

Aeon (Ada Wong x Leon Kennedy)

Carleon (Carlos Oliveira x Leon Kennedy)

Chamberfield (Rebecca Chambers x Claire Redfield)

Chreon (Chris Redfield x Leon Kennedy)

Chrisker (Chris Redfield x Albert Wesker)

Claida (Claire Redfield x Ada Wong)

Cleon (Claire Redfield x Leon Kennedy)

Cleve (Claire Redfield x Steve Burnside)

Harperwong (Helena Harper x Ada Wong)

Heleon (Helena Harper x Leon Kennedy)

Jakiers (Jake Muller x Piers Nivans)

Jilleon (Jill Valentine x Leon Kennedy)

Kennigan (Leon Kennedy x Ingrid Hunnigan)

Leshley (Leon Kennedy x Ashley Graham)

Lethan (Leon Kennedy x Ethan Winters)

Lilly (Leon Kennedy x Billy Coen)

Luishley (Luis Serra x Ashley Graham)

Metaltango (Leon Kennedy x Jack Krauser)

Mithan (Mia Winters x Ethan Winters)

Nivanfield (Piers Nivans x Chris Redfield)

Pierry (Piers Nivans x Sherry Birkin)

Red Valentine (Claire Redfield x Jill Valentine)

Reilly (Rebecca Chambers x Billy Coen)

Serrenndy (Luis Serra x Leon Kennedy)

Serrawong (Luis Serra x Ada Wong)

Shake (Sherry Birkin x Jake Muller)

Valenfield (Jill Valentine x Chris Redfield)

Valeveira (Jill Valentine x Carlos Oliveira)

Willsker (William Birkin x Albert Wesker)

Winterfield (Ethan Winters x Chris Redfield)

Wintersberg (Ethan Winters x Karl Heisenberg)

There are a few characters I included in the shipping part and not in the single character part because it's easier to write them (for some reason) in a ship than on their own (I'm also a sucker for things with plots so sometimes certain characters don't work).

[boipussybiohazard]

Everyone talking about the romantic or sexual stuff they would do with Krauser and I would just do everything in my human power to convince that man to go to Chuck E Cheese with me and make him just kinda roll his eyes and laugh at me as I infodump about CEC history and animatronics. He would be such a dick the whole time.

But then I would watch him fucking WRECK ski-ball. Probably the basketball too.

[dyedcomrade]

krauser x trans male reader who is on his period and refuses to take a pain medication, because 'this is still managable'. he thinks how no matter what he does, he will never be as resilient as krauser, yet he has to try in fear of seeming too pathetic and him leaving for someone more traditionally masculine.

and krauser who fully recognises that people are just different and his boyfriend idolises the shit out of everyone. he isn't as patient for example as him, he may just be more talented at arts or certain subjects than krauser. for example he learned languages with such ease it felt mocking - it would have been his job in the first place, as he was set to deploy in a country he needed the skill for.

krauser reassuring his s/o that it's all right to ask for help and taking medication, it's not the easy way out. he already has to deal with something so demanding most men couldn't even imagine having to. not counting the journey to coming out and all the hardships he had to face only because of who he is. he will cuddle him and rub his hands on the other's abdomen if it helps soothe the pain. also will bring anything he asks for, if getting up is too painful. will have a bucket ready if he has to throw up and the meds and water by the table in case he changes his mind. he won't force him to talk, as even thinking can be hard with bad cramps. the two will probably eat takeout as his boy won't let him leave his side and need constant comfort but he is okay with that.