#smut krauser

[sftandwet]

holiday ★ krauser giving u lots of love, a pretty husband. ─ cw. fingering, pwp, masturbation, smut, MDNI | I did it so fast I don't even know if it's cohesive lol ♡ i hope yall like, tell me if something is wrong! kiss kiss.

A cold and cloudy holiday was perfect for you and your husband to enjoy together, snuggled up on the couch watching movies while eating popcorn and drinking some sodas. You prepared everything, from what you would eat to what you would drink and watch. As soon as both of you got out of bed, you quickly got ready to spend the afternoon together on the couch, cherishing each other's company.

Jack used to work a lot, hardly ever setting foot in his house due to long working hours. Even on weekends, it was difficult to see him. However, in a rare event, his day off coincided with the holiday, which was a perfect fit for you to be close together.

However, even though the movie went on for hours none of you were paying attention, Krauser was too busy fingering your pussy while kissing your lips, stifling your moans as he ran his cum-soaked fingers over your abused clit, only pulling his fingers away. to fuck your pussy while you feel your cum dripping and your fingers slide perfectly into your hole. The holiday was ending and Krauser wanted to make the most of it by eating u ♡

[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.”

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[admirxation]

An Imbalanced Deal

trainer!Jack Krauser x afab!trainee!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, are you now? With who?"

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

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

"Don't lie to me," fuck.

"I-"

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

"I'm sorry, sir."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But dignity was a good trade for freedom. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[greenteasnoothie]

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

[mychoombatheroomba]

To Be Alone With You

Between the Bones (Leon x GN! Reader) - Chapter 47

You and Leon steal a few final moments together.

This chapter is 𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪 18+ only please!

(Cross-posted from Ao3)

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TW for unprotected sex.

Guys, PLEASE wrap it before you tap it, regardless of gender or biology, I do not condone these idiots and their behavior. Also oral sex (reader receiving) and some dom/sub undertones (Leon mostly sub, but they switch it up a little). Anyway, please enjoy the filth!

“So . . . you think there’ll be fireworks?” 

Leon’s brow arched as he looked over at Williams, and the tall woman looked back at him with an innocent expression. 

“What?” she went on. “Krauser can’t be that much of a stick in the mud. We could say it’s mortar shell training or something. Besides, haven’t we earned some real celebration time?” 

Valeria, who walked on Williams’ other side, scoffed. “Krauser might be in favor of that, but Reed and Hellman? Assholes probably didn’t even want to give us the day off.” 

A fact that Leon had to agree with - and one he was all too glad hadn’t been the case. The agents - alongside Krauser - had worked everyone to the bone these final two weeks. Leon had dragged himself through mud and barbed wire, run farther than he ever had in his life, taken bruise after bruise in the training yard and shot after shot at the firing range, all in preparation for what tomorrow held. The beginning of the end. The final test before he and the men and women beside him were no longer trainees, but agents. Weapons in an arsenal for a war unlike anything seen before. There might have been no chance to breathe before that final hurdle, were it not for the day it happened to be. 

He’d never been one to savor national holidays until now. Even Reed and Hellman were forced to honor Independence Day though, it seemed. And so, on this, the final Sunday before the test, the STRATCOM trainees were given another much needed day off. 

“Yeah,” Leon deadpanned, “a day off that you two really wanted to spend strolling through the woods with me.” Which, in truth, he was a little grateful for. The rest of the squad had planned something of a party in the evening, but the rest of the day? Leon had wanted to spend it with you. It was his last chance to, after all. It had made him more than a little disappointed when you’d told him that Doc needed your help in the infirmary in the morning, and he hadn’t seen you in the hours since then. So, even if he knew that he was likely just being dragged along with Dina and Valeria for the sake of cover, he appreciated the chance to keep his mind off the impending test. 

The thing was - Williams had never been a great liar, even with all the CIA training going on. And now, as Leon made his remark, her innocent look slipped in favor of a knowing smile. 

Valeria shot a grin over at him - one that didn’t cover her obvious sarcasm but did divert his attention. “What can I say? You’re just such good company.” 

Leon laughed, but shook his head all the same. “Well . . . you two just let me know when you want me to ‘lose you guys’ in the woods.” 

Williams’ smile widened, and Leon took that expression to mean that he’d hit the nail on the head. “You think we’d ditch you to go have some fun by ourselves?” she asked, as if the very thought offended her. 

Didn’t change Leon’s answer. “Yes.” 

Valeria laughed, then. “Well, you’d be right. But that’s not the only reason we’re out here, you know.” She’d make a good agent - Leon already knew that, but in the moment that followed? He was made completely sure of it in the nonchalant tone of her voice. The measured control she had over her expression. 

The way she didn’t even look at the movement Leon couldn’t see on his other side.

The way she didn’t give away that there was a fourth person there, until there was a hand at his arm and he only just stopped a blunted knife from meeting his throat.

Leon froze, but smiled all the same because he didn’t need to look to know who was at his back. Not with the way Dina and Valeria were grinning at him. Not with the way your body pressed against his. 

“It’s too easy to sneak up on you, Kennedy,” you told him, and Leon huffed a little laugh. 

“Thought my friends here were going to be watching my back,” he said, looking over at his walking companions - who, of course, were taking steps further down the forest path, backing away from you and Leon with knowing smiles. 

“And Krauser would tell you not to use your friends as a crutch,” Valeria smirked. 

Leon returned the look, unable to be anything other than excited, he found. Because if you had coordinated this with Valeria and Dina as he suspected you had, that meant that he was going to be spending the day with you after all. “What a betrayal,” he sighed, but there was no real hurt in his words. Just as there was no real intent to harm when he shook off your hold on his arm and leveraged his body, sending you arcing over his shoulder. You grunted as you rolled, coming into a crouch, your knife still in your hand and your lips carved into a wicked smile. 

Your eyes met, and for the first time in weeks - since Fort Benning, really - Leon glimpsed something he’d missed seeing in you. 

Fire. 

“Not bad,” you praised, rising to your feet but keeping your knife up, your stance ready. God, he’d missed this , he realized. Not necessarily the act of crossing blades with you, but the challenge of your will crashing against his own. Your bodies against each other, the line between lesson and love blurring until it became non-existent. And, as Dina and Valeria continued to move on past the two of you, Leon knew to expect exactly that feeling. 

“Have fun, you two. Meet you back in an hour,” Valeria called over her shoulder as the two of them disappeared down the winding path, leaving you and Leon alone. Payment for the nights Leon had spent on fire watch, when he’d awoken Valeria and Dina to have an hour for themselves. Hours and moments stolen, and now the same opportunity given to him. 

An hour, with just the two of you and the green around you. 

It would never be enough, but he would take what he could get. Even if that hour started with you lunging at him, your knife aimed at his heart. He blocked easily, just as you’d taught him to; taking a step to the side and reaching for your wrist, trying to trap your hand against his chest. Two weeks ago, he would have been able to disarm you with that move. Now, you just stepped in with him, your knee rising fast just as Leon twisted his torso to leverage your wrist. 

He stepped back just in time, letting one hand leave your knife to block your knee - and it was enough for you to wrench your blade free, the dulled edge scraping across Leon’s chest as it went. 

And God, the smile you gave him when you felt that . . . it was only fuel to his fire. 

He looked at you then, the soldier who had somehow stolen his heart in all this mess, and he almost laughed because, well, for once, he felt like the odds were even. Not because your injury had brought you down to his level, but because you’d raised him up to yours. Through hours and days and months, you had given him the ability to stand against you now. Krauser may have given him the skills, but you? Leon knew now that you were his strength. The reason he pushed himself to be better, the firm hand that had pulled him up from the dirt. Then, you had been unarmed and Leon had been unsure. You’d been a mystery, and he’d thought you a monster. Now . . . now Leon could scarcely imagine a world or a life without you in it. 

And now he would face you down, the final time a mirror of the first.

“That the best you’ve got?” Leon challenged, not because you weren’t giving him your best, but because he wanted to see your fire. He wanted those cinder-stares and the burn of your touch. He wanted it more than he could remember wanting anything, because this might be the last time he could-

You severed that line of thought with another attack, a series of slashes that Leon managed to successfully defend against. He managed a push kick to create some distance between the two of you, and the tension between the two of you came to a simmer as your eyes locked together. 

“You want my best?” You asked, raising a brow and letting your smile turn wicked. “Then come get it.” 

Maybe Williams had been on to something after all.

Maybe there would be fireworks. 

⧫⧫⧫

The battle - and it truly felt like one - traveled off the dirt path and into the woods. Between trees and around fallen debris, you and Leon traded blows and crossed blades. Use your surroundings , Krauser had told you, and damned if you weren’t going to prove a good student. You led Leon through the woods just as you planned, either retreating and forcing him to follow after you, or pressing the attack to get him back on course. 

To get him where you needed to be. 

The trouble was that herding an opponent as smart and skilled as Leon was harder than it looked. You learned that when he too took advantage of the forest around him, putting trees between him and you, grinning like the smug bastard he could be when he routed you successfully . . . 

Of course, you would do the same to him; knocking him into the brush, forcing him in the direction you needed him to go. You were nearly there, nearly at that perfect place . . . but then in a few moves, your plan came a little unraveled. 

You’d lost sight of him - just for a second or two, but it was enough. Enough that, as you scanned the woods for him, he could come at you sideways. You swung at him and he ducked just beneath your arm, rising on the other side at your back. With a grunt, you swung backwards at him, but too late to avoid the block he raised. Too slow to escape him trapping your forearm in his grip, his other hand bracing at your shoulder. 

The pressure he applied there, combined with him hooking one of your legs out from under you was meant to send you straight down. Trouble was that you happened to catch yourself, and you stumbled in an awkward arc. 

Right into a goddamn tree. 

You barely managed to reach up with your free hand, bracing against the worst of it, but the bark still scraped against your skin - forearm and face both. You grunted at the pain, but it was Leon who’s reaction bore the most concern. He called your name in surprise, and you felt his grip on you loosen. 

“Fuck! Are you-” 

He didn’t get to finish his question or his worry, because you ducked fully under his reach, your blade now free to run across his stomach. Unable to defend, Leon exhaled above you, then exclaimed as you reached for his knee, pulling his leg out from under him. His back met the forest floor and you landed on top of him, pinning him there, blade to his throat. 

“You had me,” you scolded despite yourself, shaking your head. “You could’ve won. You cannot keep doing this. You can’t keep letting your worry hold you back.” 

His smile faltered, the light in his eyes fading at your words. You could see yourself strangling the joy from the encounter, but you just couldn’t help yourself. Still, Leon just shook his head. “You’re one to talk about worry,” he pointed out.

“I have every reason to be worried.”

“Not today,” he insisted, some annoyance coming through now. Or maybe it was fear. “I don’t want to think about that today.” 

Guilt weighed you down, making for one hell of a tag-team as that worry refused to let go of its stranglehold on you. Still, you nodded, forcing yourself to relent. “Okay. Yeah, sorry.” 

Leon was, as always, too quick to forgive you. “It’s okay,” he promised. Then he smiled like he was seeing the sun for the first time after weeks of rain. “I’ve missed you.” 

Even if you were the one with the knife pressed to his skin, that simple phrase cut deep into you because, damn it-

“I’ve missed you too.” 

You moved then, freeing his arms. Letting him reach for you. Letting him hold you the way you’d been imagining him holding you for the last eight weeks. You weren’t surprised when he reached for your face, his thumb gently stroking the fresh scrapes on your cheek, just beneath your eye. 

“You sure you’re okay?” he asked, too sweet for what he was about to become. But it wasn’t some hardened soldier underneath you, then. Not the man who was about to be Agent Kennedy. No, however much his body had changed over months of training, this was your rookie. Your Leon. So, his concern over the little injuries made you smile. 

“You know I’ve had worse,” you reassured him. “Besides . . . we’re even for that first day, now. ‘Bout time you gave me some bruises to remember you by.” 

“That’s not how I want you to remember me.” Leon’s words were serious, then. Weighty. And you couldn’t fault him. You both had so many hurts - so many marks left on you that told the story of your lives. You’d both shared those wounds with each other. It was time to share something better. 

So, you leaned down, taking the knife away from his throat. “Then how do you want me to?” you asked, your lips so close to his.

He answered you with a kiss - no hesitation. No waiting. Not anymore. Your response was the same, meeting him in that touch of slow passion. Not that it stayed slow for long. “Like this,” he said, and you smiled against his lips. 

You’d had a few weeks to take out your frustrations of not training. Sparring wasn’t the only thing you’d been unable to participate in, and it didn’t matter how often you let your own hand wander between your legs back in the infirmary, or more recently in the shower. It would never be enough to alleviate your yearning for him. There was only one way to get around that. 

So, you pressed your body against his, feeling the shape of him that you’d been denied for so long. With the woods between you and any prying eyes, you let yourself fall into his kiss with abandon. 

Well, almost. 

“I fuckin’ missed you . . .” Leon repeated, the words trapped between your lips and his. You could feel his hand gripping desperately at your waist, his body tensing underneath yours. 

“How much?” you asked, and you pressed a sly smile against his lips. 

Leon smirked right back at you, the hand on your cheek moving to the back of your neck instead to pull you down against him. “Let me show you.” 

It was hard to break away from that kiss. A test of willpower to stop, even as he let you dip your tongue into his mouth, making one of his soft little sounds. God, you had to call on so much willpower before you managed to break that heated kiss, pressing a hand against his chest to keep him from following you up. “Right here on the forest floor, Kennedy?” you asked, feeling like a wire coming to life with electricity. 

“I don’t mind getting dirty,” was Leon’s simple reply, and you weren’t sure whether you wanted to roll your eyes or kiss him harder. 

“Well, you’ll be the one on your back,” you warned, smiling as it made Leon exhale a little breath. “You want that to be here? Or somewhere more comfortable?”  

Leon just raised a brow, looking up at you in confusion. “Wasn’t the woods your idea?” 

“This was part of my idea,” you corrected, and when Leon’s look of confusion only grew, you smiled and got up off of him. He took your hand when you offered it to him, and you couldn’t help the little sparks of excitement bubbling in your gut as you led him through the woods, following the notches in the trees you’d used to mark your way. It wasn’t long before you reached your destination at last, and you looked over at Leon just in time to see his eyes light up at what you’d prepared. 

“What’s this?” he asked, his voice betraying his joy. 

Not that there was, really, much to cause that joy. Just your rucksack, partially unloaded, sitting in the middle of a little clearing, two plastic bags with sandwiches inside (thank you, Doc) and an unzipped standard issue sleeping bag laid out in the shade and, of course, a little radio resting up against the bag. 

“This,” you said, propping a hand up on your hip, “is your graduation present. Part of it.” 

Leon just stared at you for a moment, and you took it as an opportunity to go on. 

“You said you wanted a date before. Best I could do-” 

“You’re a romantic.” The observation cut you off, and your eyes flashed a little like he’d just slapped you, even if his words were nothing but adoring. 

“I am not-”

“You are,” Leon insisted, chuckling. 

“And you’re a pain in the ass.” 

“Yet you keep me around.” 

“For some reason.” 

Leon laughed, because there was no real venom in either of your words. Then he took you in his arms, pulling you tight against him. Like he never wanted to let go. “Whatever reason that is, I’ll take it.” 

Reason. As if there was only one. As if Leon Kennedy hadn’t been the damn sunrise for you these last few months, breaking through your clouds. As if he hadn’t made you laugh and smile and forget even for just a few moments. As if he wasn’t the most beautiful man you’d ever seen inside and out. As if he wasn’t the person you would kill and die for. 

That was all too much to speak, though. That was why you’d planned this. Why you’d decided to risk it once more, hoping it wouldn’t be the last time. 

So you kissed him. 

You kissed him until the woods and the sounds of birds faded to background static, and you didn’t stop as you felt his hands seeking the hem of your shirt. He wasn’t the only one who wanted this to be memorable, after all, and so you dedicated yourself to making him come undone. Your time together hadn’t been long, in the grand scheme of things, but you had learned his weaknesses in love just as you had in fighting. Things like the way he melted when you took charge, his breath catching in his throat as you pushed him back against a tree, trapping him there. Or the way he tried to hide his moan when you pulled his hair back hard, exposing his throat to you so you could trail kisses there. 

Back between the buildings of base, you would have commended him for that attempt. Here, though? “There’s no one to hear you but me, pretty boy,” you murmured against his neck, your free hand sliding down to palm the growing hardness between his legs. “And I better hear you.” 

“Oh, God,” Leon breathed, his head falling back against the tree. He laughed a little as he pressed his hips into your hand. “This the other part of my graduation present?” 

You hummed against his skin, excitement building in your belly. In another world, another life, you would have spent hours building to this. You would have unraveled him piece by piece until he was a mess in your bed. Here, you didn’t have such time, so your plan would have to be enacted faster. “You remember our rule? You can tell me if anything goes too far at any time?” 

There was some hesitancy in his answer, but he nodded all the same. “Yes.” 

“Good,” you responded, leaning away to nip at his earlobe, enjoying the way it made him shudder. Still, you enjoyed his reaction to what you said next far more. “Because I want to ride you,” you told him, and already you saw red creeping into his cheeks, “but I only want that if you want it too.” You pulled back to look at his face for that last promise, bringing a halt to your teasing touches to let him make his decision. 

In the end, he stared at you with those wide eyes - more black now than blue - like he didn’t dare to hope what you’d offered was real. “Are you sure? We don’t have-”

“I’m sure,” you confirmed, your eyes finding his own so he could see the truth in them. “I want to feel you.” And you didn’t know when you’d ever get the chance again. If you’d ever-

“I want to feel you too.” Leon’s admission was quiet but you could hear the need in his words. The fear, because no doubt, he had the same worries in his mind. “But are you really sure?” 

You just gave him a look and pressed your lips against his once more. His hands found your face as he kissed you back, holding on like he was afraid to let go. “I’m sure,” you repeated against his lips. “Have you ever done this before?” you asked, because it was an important question. 

Leon stopped his kisses for just a moment, blushing a little deeper as he answered. “Once.” 

You’d figured as much. “Well, it’s been a long time for me,” you admitted. “Might need your help with a few things. Are you okay with that, too?” 

Leon just nodded, murmuring your name. “You could ask me to do just about anything and I’d do it.” 

You could hear the truth there. The complete and utter devotion in his words. It terrified you, so you pushed the feeling away. “Then you have some work to do,” you said, your hand dragging down to his chest.

“Guess I do,” Leon agreed, and your eyes widened as you felt him grip your shoulders. He maneuvered you so that you were against the tree now, facing the bark as Leon settled in at your back. So much more confident than he’d been that first night, when he’d all but let you do what you pleased with him. It made you smile as you braced your hands against the tree, all while feeling his hands at your hips. 

“Getting bold, rookie,” you pointed out. 

“Just like you taught me to be,” he said, his hands fiddling at the waistline of your fatigues. “Is this okay?” 

“So long as you remember that this ends with you on your back.”

“I think I can live with that. But I’m gonna give you a run for your money, first.” 

You’d never known Leon Kennedy to go back on his word. But as his lips met your neck and his hand snuck between your legs, you knew that this was a promise he meant to go above and beyond with. Before too long the two of you had set a rhythm, his hips rubbing against you, his hand opening your fatigues and sliding down to touch-

“There . . .” you sighed, rocking yourself against him, tilting your head to the side as he sucked and nibbled gently at your skin. Still, as nice as this was, you were on a bit of a schedule still, and damn did you want more. “That the best you’ve got?” you asked, using Leon’s earlier words against him. 

It made him chuckle against your skin. “Not by a long shot.” 

He made good on that promise too just a few moments later, as he tugged your pants down past your hips, your underwear too. He proved that he was good for more than just oaths when you felt him kiss his way down your back . . . and then even you moaned as his tongue circled you. However stupid this is, however foolish, you couldn’t give a damn in that moment. You let your eyes fall closed as he tasted you, one hand on your hips to support you, the other snaking around you to stroke exactly where you needed. 

He took to his task with vigor, and you arched your back into him, desperate to feel more of his tongue and touch. “That’s it,” you moaned, reaching a hand back to grab a fistful of his hair. 

The action made him groan into you, as it always did, and there the two of you stayed for what was too long and not nearly long enough, him worshiping you on his knees.

When he added the first finger at your instruction, you dug your nails into the bark and his name was a hymn as it left your lips. “Leon-”  

“I’ve got you,” he promised, and you believed him, letting yourself adjust to the feeling of him. 

Nothing mattered but him. Nothing else in the whole fucking world. 

“Another,” you ordered, and he obeyed, sliding another finger into you. You groaned at the stretch, at the feeling of his hand pressing into and against you, and all you wanted is more, more, more-

And he gave you just that. Working you open, learning what little of you he hadn’t known. He rose, leaning over you to mouth at your neck once more, careful not to leave any marks while his hands moved fast. Then you cried out as he reached that place in you that made sunlight bloom in you, and he noticed. You’d never given him credit enough for being able to find weak spots until now, but it wasn’t long before you were panting as he held you close. He was breathing heavily against your neck, his muscled body all but pressing you into the tree until-

“Oh, fuck!” you hissed, biting down on your lip as pleasure washed over you, warm and gentle just like the man that unleashed its tide on you. You shivered, glad of the strength of your legs not betraying you, and when it was finally done you could only let out a huff. “This was supposed to be about you,” you breathed, looking over your shoulder, only for Leon to nuzzle into you. 

He just hummed against the back of your neck, and you just knew he was grinning ear to ear. “Sorry. Got a little carried away.” You felt him kiss your still-clothed shoulder, and you laughed. 

“Well, pretty boy,” you said, turning to face him fully, letting your eyes glint in the light slipping through the trees, “I intend to give as good as I get.” 

⧫⧫⧫

Leon laughed as you pushed him down, the unfolded sleeping bag rustling as he landed on top of it. You never were one to waste time, and you didn’t now as you climbed on top of him, your lips crashing against his. He almost protested that you shouldn’t, given what he’d just done for you, but you didn’t seem to care and that only made him blush hard into the kiss. 

And as you kissed him, Leon felt his heart hammer against his ribs and sunlight kiss his skin as you pushed his shirt up. He rose, trying to help you pull it all the way off, but you placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back down firmly. “Down, boy,” you told him, and Leon blushed a deep, dark red. “Much as I’d love to strip you down, that’ll have to wait for next time.” 

Next time.  

Please, God, let there be a next time-

All thoughts of the future began to fade, though, as you reached for the fastenings of Leon’s fatigue pants. Freeing him from what he’d been straining against for some time now. He lifted his hips to help you pull them down, and your hand set to work immediately. Leon sighed as you licked your palm, then wrapped your fingers around him and God, he needs you. 

He’d never felt a need like he did then, not once in all his life because you were his and he was yours. All that you had gone through and all that you would go through, whether together or apart, whatever pain awaited you, the two of you would have this. 

You would steal one moment of perfection together. 

I love you-

So, when you finally had enough of working with your hand, there was only one answer to the question you asked. “Are you ready?” 

“Fuck yes.”  

You were in control. Leon had no illusions about that. So he let you move yourself, straddling him a bit awkwardly with your pants still around your ankles. His hands came to your thighs, squeezing gently because, frankly, he didn’t know what else to do. All he knew was that he’d imagined this moment so many times and now it was here at last. 

He watched with wide eyes as you lined him up, feeling himself pressing up against the wetness he left behind . . . and then moaned as you sank down on the first inch of him. 

He wasn’t entirely sure he survived what followed, really. Strangled gasps left him and you both as you lowered yourself bit by bit - he didn’t even have time to ask if you were alright. You were setting the pace, and Leon of all people knew that you were going to push yourself to the limit as much as you would push him. And so, the two of you moaned together as you took him deeper and deeper until, finally, blissfully, he felt himself fully buried in you. 

And there was nothing, not anything at all on this Earth, that had ever felt so good. 

He stared up at you, eyes blown wide, and found it nearly impossible to breathe as the two of you stilled, letting your body adjust for just a moment. Leon couldn’t find the words. What words could possibly do justice to the sight of you over him like that, the sun haloing through the trees above you? How could he ever describe to you how deeply you moved him, how your jagged-glass eyes softening and looking away from him made him feel alive? An angel of vengeance that, for just a few moments, had been sent to love him. To soothe the shredded heart in his chest. 

I love you, he repeated in his mind, once that mind was clear enough to form a thought. 

“Are you okay?” he finally managed to ask, and he hoped so desperately that you would say yes. That you would tell him to move. That he could feel you like he’d wanted to all this time. 

Your nod was heaven-sent, just like you were. “Yeah,” you told him. “You?” 

“Yeah.” 

A smile. A spark of hellfire in heaven. 

Then your hips rolled, and Leon moaned. 

You’d told him that you wanted to ride him, but fuck he hadn’t imagined it quite like this. 

“God you feel . . .” he couldn’t do justice to that feeling, either. He never could. You knew it, too, because you gave him a toothy grin and ground your hips against him harder, pressing him deeper into yourself, and Leon was sure those fireworks he’d been talking about had been lit in his chest.

“So do you,” you told him, your eyes falling closed as you twisted and moved on top of him. 

The two of you panted together, hips swirling and your hands splayed over his chest. Your fingertips traced down from where his shirt was bunched up at his collarbone, brushing against the scar at his shoulder. A wound taken for a woman who’d dealt him a wound in turn, and who, in that moment, was far, far away from Leon’s mind. There was only you, then, and the sweet sounds of your breathing. The feeling of your hand over his heart for just a moment, and then the involuntary jolt that went through him as you pinched at one of his nipples. 

The feeling made him flush because he hadn’t thought to- 

“Like that?” you asked, leaning down to grin at him. Leon, breathless, just swallowed because holy shit the way you looked, the way you felt around him-

“You’re gonna kill me,” he whimpered when you pinched him again, your hips moving at a torturous pace. 

You just chuckled, moving down to kiss his throat as you worked and your lips and your hands and the feeling of being inside you-

It was all too much. He couldn’t take it, his mind turning into a haze as he moved his hands up, feeling your hips. Your belly. He pushed your own shirt up, desperate to see you, only for his eyes to widen as he brushed against rough, raised skin. You stopped your torment of him to grab both his wrists, just as he brushed against your scars. Fearing he’d made a misstep, he let you pin both arms at his sides, looking up at you with concern. 

He was met, though, only with desire when his eyes met yours. 

And just then, your hips picked up speed. 

“Oh my god-” another exclamation as he surrendered to you fully. He didn’t know what to do - whether to buck up into you, to meet your passion with his own, or to let you have your way. Either seemed too perfect a choice, too tempting a desire, and each time you rose up and sank back down on him it only filled his mind with more and more static. 

“You have no idea . . .” you told him, whispering the words against his ear between breaths. “No idea how long I’ve wanted this.” 

“Yes I do,” Leon insisted, feeling something white hot and unstoppable building in his chest. Something he tried to stave off because he wanted eternity for this moment. “Yes I do-” 

I love you-

“You’ve wanted it too,” you agreed, squeezing his wrists a little harder as you moved faster. “I know. I know baby.” 

Your name left his lips, but you went on. 

“Show me. You promised to show me how much you missed me. Show me.” 

I love you-

Only you could give him orders like that, and as soon as Leon felt your grip on his wrists loosen, he did as you asked. He gripped your hips with all his newfound strength, and he let his instincts move him. Instincts that led him to lifting you, the muscles in his arms flexing as he did it. Your eyes widened, and then flashed as he brought you back down around him, hard. 

From there, it was a losing game. 

⧫⧫⧫

Moans filled Leon’s mouth, and then your tongue followed as the two of you worked together, trading kisses as he helped you move up and down, up and down. It was almost brutal, the pace you set, offset by the sweetness of the kiss. 

Of course, that could only last for so long before you needed more. 

Always more. 

You broke away, leaning back and bracing one hand on Leon’s thighs. The other went between your own legs and you moaned, letting your head fall back as he thrust up into you. Letting yourself fall away and into the abyss, where none of your worries dared to follow.

⧫⧫⧫

But Leon followed you. 

As beautiful as you looked above him, he couldn’t let you go. Not yet. He watched you touch yourself for only a moment before he pushed himself up, one arm coming around you to pull you flush against him. Your head snapped back down, clearly caught by surprise, your lips parted as the two of you went on moving. 

Your eyes met his and-

⧫⧫⧫

You knew you were doomed, because just like that, you couldn’t look away. 

The hand you’d braced against Leon’s thigh came to press against his back instead and you let your body rock with each shared movement.

⧫⧫⧫

He whimpered as you pressed down on him-

You moaned as he pushed your shirt up and laid kisses on your chest-

As he felt you clenching around him-

As his hand replaced your own between your legs-

As that pleasure in him built-

And built- 

Until, at last- 

“Leon-”

“I’m-”

His warning and your name both were lost in the kiss you gave him, and then you were both gone from the world. For just one moment, you weren’t you and Leon wasn’t Leon. There were no boundaries between the two of you, nothing left to hide. Nothing left to fear, or fear for. 

Only each other. 

“I love you.”

He wasn’t sure you heard the confession, but he supposed it didn’t matter. You knew. You had to have known. 

Leon clung to you tightly as he finished, his hips twitching up into you just as you shuddered in his lap. Quiet settled in around you, wrapping you both in its embrace, only broken by labored breathing and distant birdsong. “I’m sorry,” he finally said, not sure what part he was sorry for. “I didn’t mean to-”

“Don’t be sorry,” you shook your head. “Not for anything.” 

His heart set at ease once more, Leon could have lived in that moment forever. He wanted to so desperately as he lay back against the sleeping bag, dragging you with him.

For a few beats of his healing heart, he was happy. 

Even as you asked a final question in a worried, weary voice-

⧫⧫⧫

"You sure it's a good idea?" you began, your head against Leon's chest. "Loving me?" Because that was all you could think of; his whispered confession in the throes of passion. You wanted to give him the chance to take it back. To choose a safer path. 

You should have known Leon Kennedy was a man of risks by now. 

"Maybe it isn't," he admitted, catching his breath. "But honestly? I really don't give a damn." 

Your fear came back, then, creeping across the forest floor to join in on your embrace. Still, your voice managed to be mostly good-humored as you shook your head. "You're crazy." 

He laughed. God, he sounded so young. So happy. "Maybe I am. Think that's part of what you like about me."

Like. Not love. He didn't want to presume, even if he'd be right. Even if you did love him. 

Even if the mirroring confession to his was right at the tip of your tongue. There it lingered, holding on for dear life as you nodded. "Maybe it is," you agreed. 

You weren't entirely sure why you didn't say it back, even if you knew you felt the same love. 

All you knew was that you didn't voice it that day in the woods. 

Later, you wondered if maybe you should have. 

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[ontheblock]

loose ends was so good..ive been looking everywhere for well written krauser nsfw stuff. do you habe any re4 krauser?

jackie boy is such a gold mine for content, i wish more fans liked him. don‘t you worry tho, i got you, anon :))))

audience

warning: heavy dubcon, krauser being mean, voyeurism, humiliation, dirty talk

“Hng… Jack, don‘t-“

You writhed in his lap, legs forced wide open to accommodate for his wide frame. Your chest was pressed flush to his, face buried into the side of his neck so close that you felt his even pulse.

“Oh, but we‘re just getting started, baby.“

One large hand heavily rested on your hip, thumb rubbing circles into your skin that would sooth you if the circumstances were different. Maybe if those parasite riddled men weren‘t standing around you, breathing raggedy wet breaths.

Jack‘s other hand was crammed between your bodies, disappearing between your thighs to plunge two thick fingers into your pussy over and over. You couldn‘t keep still, torn between riding his hand to completion and jumping out his lap to escape those glowing eyes that were a recurring nightmare fuel.

“Jack… They can see…“ Your arms were tightly swung around his neck, holding onto him for dear life, pulling him impossibly closer to hide yourself away - maybe even fuse with him to escape the shame you felt. He clearly had none left.

Jack laughed, voice directly inside your ear. “You know I don‘t mind the audience. ‘S not like they can touch the goods.“ To drive his point home, Jack pushed in deep until you tried to lift yourself up and away from the stimulation. The hand on your hip held you down easily, leaving you defenseless and moaning while his fingers curled into your spongy sweet spot.

“Besides, you‘re so wet right now. Enjoying this more than me?“

You shook your head against the crook of his neck, whining in both distress and arousal. Shame and lust were so tightly interwoven in the pits of your stomach that you couldn‘t separate them anymore. You twitched around him and Jack grinned. If there was something you couldn‘t hide from him it was how your walls gripped his fingers right now.

“Fuck, you love this. These bastards would be all over you if they had even an ounce of free will left. You want that?“

Jack‘s voice, his words - they gave you whiplash, hips slowly grinding against his hand, legs shaking like leaves. “N-No!“

You peeled your face away from his neck, catching a glance of your surroundings. Five men stood just behind Jack, close enough to touch your face if they just extended an arm. Their eyes were so distant but clearly focused on you. There was noise behind you - boots and groans and heavy breathing. You locked eyes with the man standing closest in your field of view and you felt your heart hammer against your ribs.

“You‘re leaking all over me. If I wasn‘t right here, you‘d throw yourself at the biggest guy around, wouldn‘t you?“

You sobbed, vision growing blurry with tears but hips bucking down anyway. You were close, wildly constricting around those fingers fucking you at a steady pace. If your heart wasn‘t beating in your ears, you‘d be able to hear the lewd squelching of your dripping pussy with every thrust.

“You let them fuck you raw when I‘m not here? C‘mon, tell me.“

His thumb joined the assault, pressing against your clit. You jerked in his lap, moaning high and pretty while he rubbed slow circled into the bundle of nerves. “I told you to speak.“

His voice was level, commanding. You scrambled to brace your hands against his wide shoulders, trying to replay his words in your head and forming a coherent answer.

“Don‘t… I-I don‘t-“

Jack looked at you, expressionless with a mean glint in his eyes. “You better fucking not. Whose job is it? You know this one, baby.“

Your chest shook with a moan that bled into a wet sob, hips still moving to meet his movements. “It‘s yours…“

Jack grinned at that. “Atta girl. You‘re right, it‘s my job to fuck this hole. And you know what?“ His fingers stilled mid thrust and you could finally catch your breath. The pause wasn‘t long lived once Jack harshly ripped his fingers from your hole, turning your exhale into a winded whine.

“I think I‘ll do just that.“

“Wha-? But-“ You yelped, Jack suddenly standing up from the shitty folding chair, two hands securely on your thighs to pick you up with him. You clung to his shoulders, looking around yourself to discover that there were more brainwashed soldiers right behind you the whole time, mouths slightly ajar and eyes unblinking.

“What‘re you doing?“ Your words were fast, stumbling over themselves as Jack put you down in front of the chair. He quickly spun you around, back to his chest and you almost fell - your legs felt soft underneath you, wetness sliding down your thigh and growing cold with the air.

“Jack!“ A strong hand clamped down on the back of your neck, the other snaking around you and warmly laying on your stomach as he shoved you forward, bending you at the hip. Your hands flew out to catch yourself on the backrest of the chair.

“Stay.“ Jack all but barked the order at you. You shivered, head forced down with the bruising hold he had on your neck. His other hand disappeared and a zipper sounded loud in your ears.

Your eyes were wide, listening to Jack groan as he pulled his cock from the confines of his heavy cargo pants. He couldn‘t be serious. Jack never made you do something like this before, fully aware how terrifying these people - this parasite - and this whole mission was for you. You were shaking, palms slippery with sweat but you couldn‘t deny that there was slick dripping on the floor with the knowledge that Jack was about to mount you like a dog right now.

You gasped a soft breath as the warm head touched your hole, applying some pressure before rubbing through your folds. Your hips were squirming against him, unable to thrust back or pull away as long as Jack held your neck in place. His dick kept rubbing your pussy, tips just barely catching on the hole as you whimpered. “Jack…“

The teasing stopped as Jack chuckled. “Don‘t worry. I‘ll give you this dick.“

And Jack, being a man of his word, firmly held the base of his cock to line himself up, oozing tip finally slipping into your body. You sucked in a breath, the initial stretch was always a lot to take. You knew that Jack knew that. You also knew that he loved it.

His hips snapped forward, only stopping when his pelvis clapped harsly against your ass. You cried out, the brutality of it almost sending you face first into the chair if it wasn‘t for Jack pulling your right back.

His hand pulled away from your neck and you instinctively took a step forward, feeling him too deep in your guts.

“Don‘t run from this dick now. You‘ll take it and you‘ll love it.“

His hands grabbed onto your shoulders, pulling you back to keep your ass flush against him. You were whining, finally able to pick your head up and regretting it right away.

One of those things - barely a man anymore - stood right in front of you, staring down on your frame and making your whole body tense up. Jack groaned behind you, hips pulling back to snap right back against your ass.

“Fucking tight…“ His pace was relentless, fucking into you with fast, rough strokes that made you cry out. One hand reached back, pushing uselessly at his hip. “Slow- Ahh! Slower!“

Jack was grunting behind you with effort, totally left cold at your attempt to stop him, muttering filth under his breath about how good your pussy was, about how he should‘ve done this sooner.

You couldn‘t take your eyes off this monster in front of you, afraid that if you did he‘d touch you, kill you. Jack would never let him but you couldn‘t risk it, couldn‘t stop thinking about it.

Jack kept up his rough treatment, pulling you into his thrusts to go as deep as possible, kissing your cervix with every thrust.

A horrible mix of shame, fear and thrill brewed between your hips, making you burn from the inside out if you didn‘t cum right now.

It didn‘t take much. No fingers on your clit working you over the edge, not Jack‘s mouth and tongue stimulating your sensitive nipples. You were cumming just like that with a sharp cry on your lips, just from Jack‘s brutal thrusts and that feeling deep inside you that you didn‘t want to acknowledge.

Jack moaned low in his throat, hunching forward and faltering in his movements as you squeezed his cock into a vice grip. He rutted into you again, reaching his peak buried balls deep, cumming enough for it to spill out around his cock.

Jack breathed for a second before stepping back, pulling out and letting go of your shoulders. Without his hands on you, there was nothing holding you upright. Your legs gave out easily, knees hitting the floor in front of the chair. You felt his cum dribble out your hole thickly, running down your thigh and dripping on the floor. You were holding onto the chair, wheezy and breathless.

Jack was already decent again once he crouched down beside you, pinching your chin between his fingers and turning your head towards him.

“Wasn‘t that fun, baby?“

You could do nothing as he sloppily pressed his lips against yours. Maybe it was a little fun.

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

Honey, I’m just getting started

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Pair: Jack Krauser x F!Reader;

Plot: Krauser and the reader are long-lost lovers. After his accident, he left her because he was afraid of being a burden, only to reunite in the village during the events of RE4. The first thing they do is have sex lol.

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“Major Krauser…” a moan escaped through your lips as soon as Jack pinned you to a wall. He handled you in a brutal way, not because he wanted to cause you pain, but because it was just the result of all that suppressed sexual tension that’s been building since he first saw you. It’s safe to mention that you two had a thing going on while he was in the US army, but after his accident, he disappeared from your life. However, maybe it was fate or just a coincidence that you happened to meet him again during your mission. You heard rumors, but you didn't believe them until you saw him with your own eyes. The circumstances didn’t allow you two to talk, let alone touch, but he was a persistent guy who followed you from up close without your knowledge. 

You were in Luis’ lab when you heard the door being opened. The slow and long creak of the door drew your attention. You pulled your gun from the hostler and aimed at the source of the noise, ready to pull the trigger at a familiar frame emerging from the dark.

“Ease up, baby doll.” Krauser spoke with his hands up. The light slowly illuminated his face, exposing his rough features. Still, he gave you butterflies just like the first day you met. 

Of course, you didn’t have time to react, as he quickly walked towards you, pinning you to the wall as his hands began to explore your body. The height difference made you feel suffocated in that confined space, yet it was the first time you felt safe since you arrived in this village. Krauser yearned for your body, and that showed when you felt his hot breath at the crook of your neck. He didn’t know what to do first: kiss you, taste you, or bend you over and fuck your brains out. His hands were chaotic on your body too, yet he was very cautious and gentle. It’s been a long time, and despite having a hard time controlling his impulses, he doesn’t want to scare you. To show him that you want to continue, you tilted your head, giving him the space he desperately needed. Once he got a hint of your natural scent, he quickly pressed his soft lips on your skin, placing gentle kisses along your sore flesh. This made you gasp and grab his shoulder for support. 

“Straight to the point.” You teased him, giggling at the ticklish sensation that his lisp caused. 

“You know me, it’s what I do.” His kisses were a blessing for your bruised skin, and to make things more intimate, he began to lick and suck some spots until he’d get the desirable moan, the one that lets him know that you are ready for the next step.

“I missed you so much, Jack.” You said before that he pressed his lips over yours, kissing you so slowly as if he wanted the moment to last forever. He was shy at first, but when he got courage, his mouth began to conquer more and more of your lips, until the tip of his tongue began to lick them as another sign to ask for permission. The kiss became more and more passionate, bringing back good memories. You wrapped your hands around his neck, and he kept caressing your waist, until they began to slide lower and lower to your hips. 

The deed became more and more intense, and because of your exhausted state, you took a small break. You stared into each other's eyes in that silence. It was like the whole village stopped to allow you this moment of peace. He was the same man you fell in love with, only this time he was more scarred as a direct result of the battles he had to endure, and of leaving the army. 

“Why you didn’t say anything?” You spoke in a soft tone, not wanting to disturb the silence too much. You couldn’t help but scold him for leaving you.

“I didn’t want to become a burden.” You could see some of his confidence fading away.

"Nonsense, Major Krauser, you could never be a burden.” 

He lowered his gaze as guilt overcame him, but you cupped his chin and made him look at you. He was so confident back when he pinned you to the wall and kissed you aggressively, so you wanted that back. 

“Kiss me.” You said it with determination, almost like a command.

“Yes, y/n.” 

You both resumed kissing. His confidence was slowly returning to him as his hands finally cupped your ass. The sensation of his big, calloused hands squeezing your cheeks was delightful, and as a result, it made you yearn for more and more of him. You squeezed his chest as well, knowing damn well he was a sucker for it. He kept whimpering as your hands grabbed his pectorals and his palms kept massaging his hardening nipples through the shirt. 

“I want you, Major Krauser…”

"God, I love it when you call me like that.” 

He guided you near a table. As long as you could feel his hands on your body, you didn’t care that the table was covered in dried blood or that it smelled weird. You bend over like the good girl you were, feeling Krauser’s big hand over your back urging you to bend over. He placed it on your upper back and lowered it as you hunched over. 

Then he rubbed his crotch over your covered ass, feeling his erection poke out. It was a promising start, but you knew his potential, so you started to rub your 

“Hmmm, god, I miss seeing you like this.” He said it with a growl.

He grabbed both your hips and began to rub himself too, as well as pressing his erection repeatedly over your cunt. 

“Major Krauser, this brings back good memories…” you said. “But I want to feel more of you.” 

You felt his thick fingers reaching to unbuckle your belt, and before you knew it, a cold breeze hit your bare cheeks. The shiver didn’t last long as Krauser warmed your skin with his big hands by squeezing your soft cheeks. While doing so, his crotch kept rubbing against your exposed cunt, resulting in some of your juice smearing across his pants. 

“Stop teasing me, please…” you begged in a weak whimper. 

"Patience, love, it’s been so long and I don’t know when I’ll see you again.” He said. 

You were tempted to reply to his strange answer, but you were reduced to silence when you felt his thick digits enter your tight hole. 

“Jack…” you gasped as the fingers were slowly sliding inside you. It was such a nice sensation to be filled by him again. 

“You are so tight, my love…even tighter than I remember.” 

“Yeah…I haven’t been with anyone since you left…”

This certainly stroked his ego as he pushed deeper inside you. You grabbed the edges of the small table and held on for dear life as you rested your head on the dry rot.

Krauser slid in and out slowly with only half the length of his fingers. They were long enough, and he wanted to give you time to get used to them. He would’ve gone so much faster from the moment he felt your warm hole, but he got to temper himself for your sake. 

“Hmmm Jack…” you moaned his name as he stretched you. You spread your legs further and tried to lift up your ass so he would go deeper. 

“Look at you, just like an animal in heat.” He growled, finding it harder and harder to control himself. “I bet you would want my cock now.”

"Yes, pleaseee-“ you yelped when Krauser inserted his fingers deep in one hard thrust and grabbed that table harder than before, almost breaking it. 

“You are taking me well so far, maybe I’ll consider giving you something bigger.” He teased you while savoring the view of your cunt fully engulfing his digits.

“Please…” Your voice was breaking at this point, as his burst of sheer dominance was making you weak.

He wasn’t about to give it to you yet. Instead, he began to pick up the pace while his other hand was resting on your hip. 

"Oh, my God, yes…” you cried as you felt your hole being warmed up for his cock. They slid in easier and easier as you kept getting wetter with every thrust. At one point, some of your juice began to drip down your thighs, but you couldn’t feel it because of Krauser’s ravaging motions. 

“You like that don’t you?” 

“Yes, yes, yes…Insert another one…”

“What was that?” A smirk appeared on his face. He heard your request loud and clear but decided to tease you about it. 

"Jack… I need another finger, please…”

“Alright babydoll” His free hand went to massage your back as another digit joined the rest. It slid inside smoothly, causing you to let out a high-pitched moan. Some of the wood broke as you tightened your grip. The sensation sent shivers down your spine, as it felt too much. He made you feel so full with only three fingers. You shivered again in anticipation as you thought about the big prize. 

“You take me so well, doll…”

"Jack, please,” you pleaded, making sure he heard you. 

“Alright, I guess you deserve it.” 

He removed his fingers, making you both grunt. However, you got excited once again when you heard his zipper being pulled down. His pants hit the floor with a loud noise, and you heard some wet noises from behind as if he were stroking himself. 

“Don’t worry, I’m giving it all to you.” He said when he saw you trying to turn around without changing your position too much. You wanted to stay still and be ready for him.

A wave of pleasure pierced through your whole body when you felt the first inches of his cock being pushed inside. Being too weak to even grab the table, you let your upper body collapse on the surface. You held your hips up with the remaining strength you had.

His cock was thicker than his fingers, and so much longer. Good thing he stretched you first, otherwise, you wouldn’t be able to take him. 

“Already tired? Honey, I’m just getting started.” He teased.  

You were pleased to hear this, thus the wide smile appearing on your face. It’s been so long since you felt anyone inside you like this, and it meant a lot that this person who filled you now was Jack. 

Krauser, on the other hand, felt all his self control slip from his grasp. The deeper he went, the more difficult it became to maintain his cool. He was barely halfway in when he felt the urge to bury his cock inside you and fuck you raw. 

“Gotta control myself…” he said under his breath.

“What…?” You said so, vaguely hearing what he said. 

“Nothing love.” He was past the halfway point, and he was slowly making his way to the base of his cock. He went slowly, painfully slowly for both of you. 

“Babe…” 

“Yes?” 

“I don’t want you to hold back…” you said after figuring out what he said early. 

“Are you sure? I-I’m not the same as you remember…”

“I’m sure Jack…I trust you…please, I need this.” The last part came out in such a needy and weak way that it finally pushed Krauser to the edge. The grip from your hips tightened, and with one hard thrust, he buried himself inside you, where he stayed a few seconds before pulling out slowly, just to return with one hard thrust again. 

“Yes, this is what I’m talking about…now go faster.” You said his cock was rubbing that sweet spot inside you. 

"Yes, ma'am,” he happily picked up the pace, driving you over the edge. 

Having Krauser rub that spot inside you in such a brutal way brought you closer and closer to your climax. Your moans increased in volume the closer you’d get, and your cunt would throb harder and harder. You were so excited to be fucked by him again that you completely ignored the burning sensation coming from your hips, as his fingers kept clenching with every thrust and turning your flesh red. 

Krauser felt your contractions, driving him insane. It felt so good to have you twitch like that around his cock, so good that it almost made him cum before you. But, every time he’d feel that way, he’d slow down a bit so he could cool down, and when he felt that intense pressure fading a bit, he picked up the pace again. His ballsack was repeatedly slapping against your cunt, resulting in a room filled with wet noise, accompanied by your needy moans.

“Jack…” 

He knew that you were close, and so was he. Krauser didn’t have any faith that he could stop the next urge for release, so he went as fast as he could, hoping you’d cum this time with him.

To his relief and joy, you came all over his cock with a loud and shaky moan. The final spasms of your walls made him cum in seconds, coating your interior with his white, hot sperm. He buried himself deep and release all o his load in a load grunt. You both shivered at the insanity of your orgasms. 

Krauser was the first one to come down from the high clouds. You needed a few more minutes. You were so shaken and tired that you didn’t bother when he pulled out. You didn't have the energy to protest.

“Oh my,” he said suddenly, “look at all the mess I caused here. He said this as he noticed a mixture of his sperm and your juice dripping down your legs. “Someone has to clean this up.” And so, he kneeled in front of your tired cunt and began to lick the fluid. His wide tongue wiped your thighs very carefully and slowly, not only because he loved the salty taste but also because he wanted to clean you well. 

“You don’t have to.” You said in a tired voice. It caught you by surprise when you felt his hot tongue on your sore cunt, which made you spasm a bit. The tip of his tongue went between your lips, and then around your whole body until you were clean enough. He ran his tongue a couple of times above your clit too, but seeing you flinch and close your legs, he stopped and wiped the rest with a tissue.  

“It’s just like I remember.” He said that as he helped you dress up. 

“Yeah, same, but I couldn’t notice that you got an upgrade.” Your eyes lowered to his now covered cock. He definitely gained a few extra inches there. 

“It’s not the only upgrade I got.” He said as he pulled you closer for a tight embrace. He missed you deeply, and he never thought he’d see you again, let alone to fuck you. It feels like a good dream, so he has to touch you in order to make sure it’s all real. 

“Hmm, I’m intrigued. Can you tell me more about the other upgrades?” 

“Some other time.”

The two of you remained in complete silence, just enjoying each other’s company. Your mission would have to wait. 

[bihanarms]

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Table of contents.

1.LUISXREADER : (finished).

chapter1

chapter2

chapter3

chapter4

chapter5

chapter6

chapter7

chapter8

chapter9

2.KRAUSERXREADER : (finished)

chapter1

chapter2

chapter3

chapter4

chapter 5

chapter 6

chapter 7

chapter 8

chapter 9

chapter 10

chapter 11

3.RE ONE SHOTS

leonxreader : moonlight

carlosxreader: a former love

luisxreader: not so dangerous curiosity

4. HEADCANNONS

jack krauser 1

5.STREET FIGHTER ONE SHOTS

jamie siuxreader : midnight embrace

jamie siuxreader : whispered teasing

6.RANDOM CONTENTSxREADER

dalton lambert x reader : os the artist secret

7. MORTAL KOMBAT OS.

johnny cage x reader : unveiled passion

[fortheloveofarchons]

Leon and Krauser encounters some... interesting plants

C.W. Plant monster, plant fucking, plant sex, plant tentacles, rape/non con, overstimulation, mind break, prostate milking, lactation kink, nipple licking, breeding, wet and messy, aphrodisiac, aftercare This chapter is kind of a Krauser x Leon ship (I say 'kind of' because they only talk a bit with some sexual tension)

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“Let– Let go of me!” 

It was supposed to be a simple mission for Leon S. Kennedy. 

Yet, such a simple one could go so wrong for him. 

His simple job: Taking care of a mutated plant in Mixcóatl, one where it is situated within the Amazon rainforest. While Operation Javier is still in the works, these small requests needed to be taken care of in order to commence the mission. 

To Leon, the mission felt like a breeze before he could even get it started, with Jack Krauser, aka Silverdax by his side, who is an experienced USSOCOM soldier. 

While the duo were tracking down in the depths of the Amazon rainforest, they finally found what they were looking for to exterminate. 

“What the fuck…” 

The muscle in Leon’s jaw tenses as he stares at the surreal sight before him. In front of them is a colossal plant with sinuous tentacle-like appendages that stretch towards the sky. Leon grabs the knife that's strapped to his thigh, holding it up in an offence pose. 

Next to him, Jack Krauser couldn’t help but admire the immense moving plant in awe, his lips pinch together in a hard line. The gears on his mind are already moving, thinking about how much potential the virus could benefit those who could control them, to mutate and evolve on the hosts’ own will. Each slimy vines undulates with a rhythmic motion, as if they are orchestrating a mesmerising dance. 

As Leon observes the colossal plant, he notices that the plant’s base was a tangle of thick, intertwined vines that anchored it firmly to the ground. The verdant leaves would adorn the tentacles, making it easier to camouflage deep in the rainforest. Giant petals unfurled and retracted into some sort of a rhythmic pattern, and the air around it was filled with a sweet fragrance, something that made his body titillate. 

While Krauser remains rooted to the spot, being caught in a mix of awe and trepidation of the giant, moving plant, Leon strikes it up first. 

Being armed and ready for this fight, he tightens his grip on his knife, determined etched across his face. The air was charged with an eerie energy, and the giant plant's sinuous limbs rustled with an unsettling life of their own.

As Leon runs towards the plant, the vines sprang to life with unexpected agility, rustling the trees within the area, and breaking apart the ground bit by bit. While Leon dodged its attacks and managed to slice up some of the vines, eventually breaking its offences, more and more tendrils surged forward from the cracked ground. As one of them manages to leave a small scar on Leon’s cheek, he could feel a tingly burn from it. With that one second of distraction, one of the vines sprays some unknown liquid on his body. 

Astounded, Leon ignores it and moves on, but his body immediately falls to the ground, his face touching the soil. With a heave, Leon grips his chest, feeling a strange sensation flooding his body and mind. 

Caught off guard, Leon could feel an instant restriction of movement as the plant’s tendrils tightened around his legs and arms, rendering him partially immobile. Leon tries to move, panic and frustration flickered in his eyes, attempting to break free by cutting the vines off with his knife. Unfortunately, a vine surges forward with speed and immediately knocks off Leon’s wrist, making the knife fall to the ground, his weapon out of reach.

The plant's movements were methodical, as if it had anticipated Leon’s offensive and had cleverly thwarted his intentions. 

“Hey! Help me out here, won’t you?!” Leon yells, still thrashing and struggling from the vines. Meanwhile, Krauser could only stare at this one particular vine, one that slowly wraps his arm. Not too rough nor too gentle, almost like the plant was trying to communicate with him. 

After a while, Krauser turns to Leon, an icy stare boring into him...

[smutbutoutofnowhere]

when the fanfic famine so bad you gotta use cai

[admirxation]

彡 𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟒𝐭𝐡 - 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

♡ 𝐬𝐮𝐦. The reader meets her superior for a sneaky bit of routinely pleasure (wc: 1.6k)

𝐜𝐰 — afab!reader x Jack Krauser. 18+ smut mdni, porn without plot, power imbalance, needy reader, thigh riding, dry humping, and coming -> you've been warned; continue at your own discretion.

When the hallway was empty, silence filling your ears, you quickly slipped into the dimly lit office, your heart continuously pounding in your chest as you heard the sounds of your shoes pat onto the wooden floor of his office. The door creaked, but you’re careful with your entrance—you’re always careful—and let it close behind you without a sound to draw attention. The moment you entered the room, you felt his warm and overbearing presence with the way his lingering scent filled your senses: a mix of leather, sweat, and a faint strength of cologne that had been fading throughout the day, but trying to cling on. Your eyes scanned the room, your gaze drawing into the heavy wooden desk and chair in the centre of the room—its placement focusing that focal point of your peripheral—seeing Krauser lean back in his chair, hearing his feet tap on the floor and making you feel disappointment in yourself without having to utter a word.

“You’re late,” he mentions without looking up from some paperwork he had been shuffling into an order, his voice smooth and commanding in your presence. 

When his gaze met yours, there was a hint of amusement interwoven in his words, pulling you further in with that unspoken but heavy presence that added to the palpable undercurrent of tension between you two; he didn’t like to wait, but for you, there was always an exception with that pretty face he was intrigued by since day one. 

You took a deep breath of the thick air, oppressive against your chest as you tried to fill your lungs. His indifference grated against you with the rising heat in your body. It’s almost maddening how effortlessly he exudes his control over you, and he doesn’t even need to lift a finger to drive you crazy—and you adore that dynamic more than anything. 

Your shoes click softly on his office floor as you move closer to him, his eyes flicking over your frame in sharp and piercing scrutiny, a silent challenge dancing in the way he cocks his eyebrow at you; this game always happens between you two. 

“You shouldn’t be here,” he murmurs, though there’s never any warning with his words. He does this every single time, almost like he’s giving you a chance to come to your senses, and that’s never going to happen. That would require you to get out of your little dazy daydreams about him, and you don’t want to do that with how fun this game is between you two. 

The tension continued to simmer as you stepped around his desk. Without waiting for further permission or some one-off comment he would always repeat, you slide onto his lap, feeling his hard muscle beneath the fabric around him. He just leans back into his chair, making his shirt press against his broad chest, and tightening around his sculpted arms as he tensed his biceps as you clambered onto his toned thigh; straddling it and letting your heat press onto his leg. You looked at him with your fingertips, tracing circular patterns on his chest, feeling the heat radiate off of both of you, and a cool arrogance soon cooled the atmosphere as he gave you that familiar smirk. 

“Bold move,” he says with a voice barely above a whisper, his eyes watching you with a dark and knowing stare; it’s almost like there’s something magnetic between you two. 

“Must we play this cat-and-mouse game every time… I’d like to just get to the fun part.”

Krauser tilted his head to the side, a breath of amusement escaping his lips as he looked at you, watching your dilated eyes watch him in want and anticipation; the slow burn of his gaze sweeping over you like a tidal wave. Then he let himself give in to your quickening pace of the situation. 

“Ah, of course. I forgot you’re not that patient,” he sighed with a smirk. “Does my girl need some attention?” 

“Yeah… Of course, I do,” you whispered to the desperate nature of your desire, a whisper is lost in the air with an almost shame at how needy you were for him; but deep down, you weren’t truly ashamed, how can you be ashamed of something that makes that pleasurable feel of endorphins run through your mind and body. 

You leaned in—your lips at first feathering against his—before your lips interlocked into a wet kiss and hummed pretty moans into his mouth like a pleading puppy. His calloused hands ran down your spine, tucking underneath your top and feeling the cold of his palm soon warm up to your temperature against your hot skin; that warm liquid inside of you had been pulsating and coursing through your veins in adrenaline, bubbling and ready to release the moment you entered the room and felt his presence. 

His groans sent further thrill underneath your skin, with the way he squeezed your waist with his large hands, and the way he gasped into your mouth; it just made that heated warmth spread throughout every inch of your body, making your clit throb from the sensation of him. He knows you’re needy, and that’s what he likes; an easy mind to mould into nothing but a mess just for him. It felt like he was the game master and you were the oblivious victim who could never tell when the game was rigged or you were cheated out of the win, no, you were different, you wanted to be that victim in whatever game he had fabricated and executed. 

You both pulled a way—momentarily—with a string of salvia connecting your lips as you watched one another through your dilated eyes. 

“You know you shouldn’t do this… What would other people think about you sneaking in here?”

“They wouldn’t find out.”

He smirked at your confidence: “But what if they did? You always have to think about the other possibility.” 

“Then I wouldn’t care,” the words quickly cut out of you, your heart fluttering and jittering to what you had just expressed into the tension-filled air. You watched how he raised his eyebrow, not in shock or amusement. It was the look he gave to those he was impressed with, those who did the unexpected, which he found endearing. 

“Really, so you wouldn’t care if those people saw you differently… Lost respect for you, maybe even shunned while you continue your training here… Think about it, I’m giving you the opportunity to get out of that shame.”

“I wouldn’t care… That would be their problem… I enjoy this.”

There was a wicked glimmer in his eyes that clouded over, mixed with arousal, as he watched you stare into his eyes within a compromising and vulnerable position over his thigh; it was so much fun not having to do the work to get someone wrapped around his finger, you were so willing, so needy—the perfect target. 

“Can I please have you now?” you whimpered, your lip almost pushing out in a pout. Your lips glossed over with his salvia, almost like a visual sign you were his. “Please… Sir.” 

His cock jumped a little, twitching against his pants as he sucked in a breath in a hushed groan; seeing someone as gorgeous as you practically throwing themselves was a fantasy many men had, and by god did he feel lucky that he was in the reality version of it. 

You scooted forward a bit, your hips starting to grind down on his thigh in an up-and-down motion, your nose dragging against his neck as you nuzzled and peppered soft and endearing kisses over him, feeling your clit throb as if an electrode was pushed against the sensitive cluster of nerves. 

“Oh, you dirty girl, so ready for me,” he said with that grovelled and authoritative toned voice, the type of voice that silently demanded respect, but that demand didn’t need to be used on you with how you were grinding against his thigh like a bitch on heat. 

“Yeah, nngh, just for you.” 

That feeling of possession coursed through him, making his pants tighten as all the blood flowed down between his legs; he didn’t even need to work hard for you to be a shivered mess for him—all his to play with whenever he wanted to. 

“That’s it, go on,” he whispered into the shell of your ear. His hard cock pressed against his grey pants as you kept grinding your pussy down on his thigh, a dark wet spot starting to emerge the more your slick-filled slit kept dragging up and down against his leg. “Such a needy girl… So sexy… not a single shred of dignity, right?”

“Mmhmm, ahh~” 

He smiled, watching you with pupils that had swallowed the blue of his gaze, shocks of pleasure running down his body, with goosebumps appearing in his arousal’s wake. Your thighs trembled and you felt your pussy tighten and pulsate against your lace barrier, already feeling an orgasm start to roll from the depth of your core and out to protrude out of your sweet lips; all because of some guy's thigh, but he wasn’t just some guy to you, you wanted him more than just secret rendezvous meetings whenever training was done, he was the one that made you this messy girl, no other man. Your core snapped back into a relaxed state when you felt your release gush onto his thigh, filling the room with your orgasm as you rode out your high. 

“C-can I have more…. I wanna feel you,” you shuddered out with a shaking tone. 

“Of course, you’ve behaved yourself for a reward.”

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a/n: 14th day out. I know technically I missed today since I am posting this at like 3am in the morning (uk time) but hey to me it's the same day until I go to sleep lmao. I am sorry I got really stressed today and I usually come home from uni (evening class), have dinner, proof read, edit layout then post; but today I just needed a few hours to rot in my bed because the stress was getting very overwhelming.

[mychoombatheroomba]

Only You

Between the Bones (Leon x GN! Reader) - Chapter 25

Leon seeks some comfort in you.

This chapter is 𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪 18+ only please!

(Cross-posted from Ao3)

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CW: oral sex (Reader receiving), semi-public sex

Leon wasted no time. Nearly as soon as the two of you find the blind spot of the cameras, Leon’s lips were on your own, his hands on your body. Kissing desperately, and you kissed back just the same. You knew then that he didn’t want to stop at kissing. 

Neither did you. 

It had been little over a week since that first night, maybe, but those days had stretched on and on, and the two of you had been cautious. Though, now, something told you that Leon didn’t care so much about caution right now.  

You had been the one in turmoil, last time. You had been the one to let your passions push you past sense. Now, though, as you felt his lips seek out your neck, kissing just above the collar of your uniform, you found some nerves plaguing you. Because someone saw you that first time, and you’d been lucky enough that Valeria seemed content to let the two of you carry on. That didn’t make this safe. Didn’t make it smart. 

But Leon was smiling now when he hadn’t been before, and that was enough to convince you.

How easily this man could unravel you . . .

His mouth was at your throat, now, his arms around you. He’d become so strong, his embrace like iron. You could feel him holding you against him like he was afraid you’d vanish if he let go. But you weren’t going anywhere. Whatever made him feel the way he was feeling, you wanted to make it better. But you knew you couldn’t waste time, either so you started to undo his belt . . .

Only for his hands to stop you. 

You looked at him, confused, but Leon just pulled back and shook his head. “I went first last time,” he explained simply, quietly. Part of you wanted to protest that, this time, he’d been the one that had a rough day. That he was upset this time and needed relief. But you were also fully aware that when you were the one battling your own shadows, you had been the one to sink to your knees and draw whispered moans from him. 

And Leon was a lot more selfless than you were. 

So you weren’t surprised when he kissed your neck again, open-mouthed, and hot. He reached for your own belt, then, and you knew what was coming. Craved it. 

“I want to do this for you,” he whispered against your skin, and you sighed, careful to keep quiet. His voice had changed over these months, just as his body had. He sounded steadier these days. More certain. With you, though . . . you could still hear that rookie recruit’s softness. The quiet adoration he had for you. Another thing for you to fear - and another fear for you to ignore, in this moment as he looked at you through the dark. “Can I?” 

Ever the gentleman. Even when you could feel his need for you. 

So, you nodded. 

“Show me what you got, pretty boy,” you grinned, your voice low and wanting, and you loved the way he hummed softly at the nickname. You loved that you could get that reaction from him. That you got to see him like this. Only you. 

And only he got to see the way your breath hitched when he got the belt undone. Your pants open. “Let me take care of you,” he said the words like he needed to do this, or he’d crumble. Then his hand was there, pressed between your legs, moving slowly and carefully - you can tell by the way he hummed that he loves the feeling of it. The feeling of you. He mouthed at your neck, his hand continued with that pace, and you could tell that he wanted to take his time with this. That he wanted to worship you.

It’s a risk you couldn't take. 

So you pushed your hips against his hand. Back and forth. And when he didn’t take the hint, you gripped the hair at the back of his head. He swallowed back a groan as you whispered a command. 

“Faster.” 

He didn't need to be told twice, and his hand picked up the pace, his strokes coming faster, but his kisses were still gentle. Passionate. He kissed down a ways, towards your collarbone, just barely visible over the collar of the T-shirt you’re wearing. The chain of your dog tags was pinned between your skin and his lips for a moment, just as his fingers found just the right spot, and you couldn’t tell which action made you shiver more. You had to bite your lip, breathing hard through your nose as you felt the need building up in you. 

“That’s it,” you murmured, your breath hot against his hair. 

He was so caught up in what he’s doing he didn't realize you’d slid your own hand between his legs until it was pressing up against him, and then he exhaled against your skin. Your name left him in a quiet gasp, like he wanted to protest that you don’t need to do this for him.

But you did. 

You needed it as much as he did. 

And you believed in efficiency. 

So the two of you set a quick pace against each other, hands sliding over warm flesh. His lips found yours again and his kiss was perhaps the softest thing you’ve ever experienced, even with the desperation behind it. Then that kiss traveled downwards again, and you shook your head. 

“You’re greedy.” 

“I know,” he answered, and pushed your pants down a few inches. 

You couldn’t reach where you wanted from where he was now kneeling on the ground in front of you, and you got the feeling that was intentional. That he was set on making this all about you and only you. 

He trailed kisses across your hip, then down, and your mouth hung open as his mouth found where you needed him most. 

Oh god, his mouth.

His tongue. 

He’d always been good with both, but this? You’d underestimated him that first night, and since then you’d been trying to recall the exact details of that moment when his mouth met your flesh. And now . . . the memories didn’t do it justice. 

Your hand twisted in his hair, silently guiding him as you focused on not making a sound. Torn between needing this to be quick and wanting it to drag on forever. 

Leon understood the urgency, though, and his hands joined in the effort, touching everywhere his mouth couldn’t go. He licked and kissed and your heart sped up until you were sure it was going to break through your ribs. You wanted to throw your head back, to enjoy it, but you kept your eyes downward, fixed on the outline of him kneeling in front of you. There wasn’t much of a moon that night. No silver beams to bathe Leon in a soft glow as he lavished you. But you knew he was there, and that was enough. He hummed around and against you as you pulled his hair, guiding him. Whispering praises to him so soft he might not even be able to hear them. He just kept going, his lips never leaving you, his hands caressing you so gently. So lovingly. Then he sucked your tender flesh into his mouth, and you were a goner.

Staggered breaths and a voiceless moan left you, and you pressed his head further between your legs as you reached your end. Some part of you knew that you should have been keeping a lookout. Paying attention to your surroundings. But all you could see, even in the black of night, was him. 

“God, Leon,” you whispered at last, watching as he went on kissing you until it was over. 

But you had to move fast. 

So you hoisted him up carefully, hands on his arms, and pressed him against the wall again. 

“My turn.” 

It didn’t take long. 

Your touches had already worked him up, and with whatever frustrations he’d felt following his talk with the Major, he came apart when you took him in your mouth again. 

He managed to keep quiet again, but for the whispered moan he made of your name, and you felt it wash over you like a cool wave. Then, after a moment to collect yourselves, the two of you sat against the wall, side by side, staring out into the darkness. 

“You wanna tell me what happened now?” You finally asked, and Leon’s head slumped forward. 

“That would ruin the moment.” 

That was a no, then. 

Another moment of silence passed, and you knew that the two of you would have to go soon. That even being caught there together without your hands in each other’s pants wouldn’t look good. 

And yet, the two of you lingered. 

“Did you choose this?” Leon’s voice finally cut through the quiet, and you looked over at him. Your confusion didn’t last long before he elaborated. “STRATCOM. This training.” 

There was more confusion, then. A question that brought more questions. 

And then it brought a sense of horror because you realized all too soon what that question implied. 

“Yeah,” you nodded. “I did.” They’d offered a chance at revenge, and you’d taken it.

Leon wasn’t the type to want revenge, though. That wasn’t why he was here. 

“Did you?” 

Leon was quiet for a moment, and you had your answer before he even spoke it. “No.” 

You’d known. In so many ways, you’d always known. Hearing it, though, made you angry. Angry at the faceless, nameless people in power that had put Leon in the line of fire. The ones who looked at what had befallen your base, your friends, and hadn’t done enough in response. Not until Raccoon City. Not until Leon’s life and the lives of countless others had been ruined. 

“But I’m here now,” Leon resolved, because he was strong. You knew it. He wouldn’t weep for what had been taken from him. He would press on. 

“And you’re not alone.” 

Your words were so quiet, you were almost afraid he wouldn’t hear them. But he turned towards you, then, and you knew he gave you a soft smile in the night. 

“Neither are you.”

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A/N: Because they are everything.

Song choice for this chapter (and honestly for Sarge and Leon in general) is "De Selby Part 2" by Hozier, because these lads would do anything for each other, even if they won't admit it.

[ontheblock]

ik ik. i said las plagas leon but it’s been days and the krauser fight won’t leave me alone. my man is seriously underrated.. ONE CHANCE PLS JACK

loose ends

warning: dubcon, oral, creamy pies

Jack walked with purpose, hood pulled deep into his scarred face but still barely containing the twitching lip sliced apart by shiny pink tissue.

It was a clear evening, one that‘s in the middle of a work week. To him this was just a frayed string that had to be tied up before he could lay his past to rest on the graveyard they put his headstone on.

He never visited his grave, of course. He wouldn‘t know if they bothered after not finding his remains. But it was his finale. Chapter end, book closed.

Or it was supposed to be.

But things were left undone and Krauser just couldn‘t leave it alone and Wesker gave him free reins as long as he wouldn‘t impair his narrative.

He wrung his hand in his jacket pocket, paper crinkling in his grip but it already served a full purpose of leading him. He was so close. The scars on his mouth felt tight and he wiped his free hand across his lower face and jaw to losen his expression.

The house stood in front of him tall and solid but Jack felt like he was grazing down on it as he approached the front door. He looked at the door bell and letter slot at the door.

His finger traced the name plastered next to the button, his voice barely a breath.

“y/n l/n.“

Tonight he was going to do his worst work yet.

His hand fell away from your name as he angled towards the large potted plant decorating the porch. A grin pulled at the deepest scar. “Silly girl.“

He fingered at the soil until he dug up a small dirt colored box. Gently picking it up, Jack shook it by his ear to hear the rattle inside. You never changed.

The box came open and out of it, the spare house key.

Jack unlocked the front door, throwing it into the opposite wall as he stepped in. He could hear all immediate noise stop. TV went on mute for a moment, plates and silverware went silent. A disbelieving voice.

“Hello?“

Jack set his jaw under your voice. It‘s been so long. All this time he thought he remembered it perfectly, each quirk and dip in your tone. The way you pronounced certain words.

But hearing it was different. Humbling because his memory wasn’t absolute.

There was shuffling, he couldn’t picture you sliding the awful fuzzy blanket off your lap that he only tolerated the feeling of.

“Mom? I thought you‘re not coming until… tomorrow…“

Bare feet tapped across hardwood floor into the hallway, staggering and finally screeching to a halt.

“Jack?“ It was a breath but not even. An exhale of what was left in your lungs and then some - your chest left a vacuum.

Jack looked at you and his mind was never set on a goal more. You looked so torn up in that hallway, wearing one of his old tshirts. The dog tags clicked together, sounding high as a bell in his ears. The ceiling light beautifully caught the dented mental dangling from your neck.

But your face. You looked like conflict, sorrow and fear and delight jumping across your features in waves.

“Did ya miss me?“

Your hands rose towards your face, tremors zapping through your muscles. Your palm cupped your mouth to sob into your skin. You met his steel eyes from across the hall.

“What’s the matter? Thought you’d be happy to see me.“ A grin split his face apart. His scars itched under the pressure. His face felt like ripping apart.

Your feet were suddenly moving and once set in motion, you weren‘t stopping as you ran. No, you crashed right into Jack‘s chest and your knees buckled underneath you. You would‘ve fallen, poured straight through the gaps in the floorboards and you would‘ve never found yourself again.

You would‘ve if not for big, warm hands wrapping a secure grip around your shoulders.

Jack held you against his chest as you leaned your full body weight into him, relying fully on his support. And you cried. You cried like the day you learned about the helicopter. About no bodies being recovered. About your boyfriend‘s death who you had been a secret for all this time.

The irony didn‘t just walk past Krauser. He circled an arm around your back and pressed you closer, chest rumbling with a laugh that created a tense line in your spine.

Why was he laughing like that? Why was his laugh different?

You wiped your eyes on the buckskin material on his chest before you peeled your face off his jacket, fingers hooked in the fabric.

You got your first good look at the man since he arrived - intruded.

“Your face…“ A gasp, followed by soft fingertips tracing the puffy scar from his eye to his lip. There was a certain horror in your eyes but a tenderness in your touch. That conflict again.

“Woah, easy. Barely got it healed now, baby.“

There were fresh tears as your palm cupped his cheek, thumb going over what was a deep gash just before as if your touch alone would smooth his handsome face back out.

“What… what happened to you?“

Jack‘s hands slid to your waist, thumbs pressing into your hips bones. A smile played at his features but left his eyes cold. Those eyes weren‘t his. He wasn‘t in them and you almost took a step back if he didn‘t hold you so firmly.

“Something the matter?“ The playfulness in his tone was almost entirely gone. He spoke low, studying your face as it fell and built itself up in new emotions of fear. You were fearful, doubtful.

“You- You‘re not…“ Your voice trailed off, wheezy and soft. A little higher than you would recognize yourself as.

“That how you welcome me back?“ He was still wearing that grin, hands now dropping from your hips to circle around your wrist in an easy hold. Easy for him, you realized, as you tugged them back without any give from Jack‘s hands.

They were so warm you almost got lost in how familiar it all felt.

“You died! Your helicopter- How?“ Your breathing picked up, dipping your toes into hysteria while he just watched, walking you backwards into the living room.

The TV still flashed bright images of a commercial but nobody really took notice.

“Came back just for you.“ You felt the couch digging into the back of your knees, threatening to make you fall if Jack backed you up any further. “You’re telling me you’re not happy? Got a new boyfriend already?“ His tone was even, voice kept level. He wasn’t yelling, never at you. But there was intent in his voice, something dark as he asked you that question.

“Of course not. It’s only been 4 months since…“

Jack bent at the hips just slightly, head dipping too to make up the height difference. “Since what?“ You looked at him, really looked into his eyes and felt your lip wobble. This wasn’t Jack.

This wasn’t your boyfriend.

“What’s going on, Jack? You’re not like this.“

At this, Jack sneered, lip pulled up as he tossed you back just hard enough for you to fall into the seat of the couch. He stood so close, legs caging you in and crowding you against the couch cushions.

“What would you know?" His words were harsh, spat down at you like you were small. And still, his rough palm came down on your head, fingers pushing through your hair lightly. Not gripping, not tugging. Just feeling your scalp under his fingertips.

His free hand found the buckle of his belt and your eyes snapped from his face to his crotch. He was hard already, erection bulging out his cargo pants.

“What the hell?“ Your hands came up to push at his hips, frowning deeply. This wasn’t right. You dreamed of the day that brought back your boyfriend but you didn’t envision this. Never this.

Jack didn’t budge, fiddling open his belt one handed. “Don’t act brand new. We did this all the time when I came back from duty, didn’t we?“

You only managed to shake your head before Jack‘s patience ran thin and he yanked out his fully hard dick, squeezing the base of his cock with a groan. “Open up, baby. C'mon.“ Jack tilted his head to the side, staring you down as he squished the tip of his cock against the seam of your lips, painting your frown with his beading precum as if it was lipgloss.

You turned your head as far as Jack‘s hand on your head let you. “Stop it, you- mmh!“

Jack clicked his tongue, thrusting just the tip in your mouth as you spoke. “Yeah, just like that.“ His palms rested on the sides of your head like a caress but really, he was holding your head to feed you more of his aching dick. “Fuck… Been too long, hasn’t it?“ His hips pumped shallowly into your mouth, cock head bumping into the roof of your mouth with every push.

Your hands braced against his hips, humming in protest as you looked up at him. He looked intense, mouth slightly open and holding aggressive eye contact.

“You missed this dick, huh?“ His hands put pressure on your skull, almost as if he didn’t even know how strong he was. Your eyes pinched shut and you got no warning before Jack snapped his hips forward, lodging his cock into your throat. You gagged, unprepared but Jack didn’t pause, much less pull out so you had no choice but to attempt to take it. If he noticed the weak tapping out you did on his thigh, he simply ignored it in favour of going deeper.

“Look at me while I fuck that mouth.“ He used his US army major voice, stern and cutting through the air like a bullet.

Your eyes fluttered open, lashes wet and clumped up with tears. You looked up into his general direction. You couldn’t see him through those glassy eyes.

Whatever Jack saw seemed to please him however, nails scraping across your scalp as he ground out a moan. You were drooling on yourself, cheeks and lips red as he worked your throat with sharp thrusts.

“Not sure about you“ he paused for a moment, cock stuck in your throat, to adjust his grip on your head “but I missed this real bad.“ His thumb wiped underneath your eye, smearing your tears across your skin.

He pumped his hips faster, already most of his cock stretching your throat and bulging out your skin. For a split second your were afraid he really wouldn’t stop. For a moment you thought he would suffocate you for real but just as your dizzy head started spinning, Jack pulled his cock from your mouth, glistening wet and connecting to your lips with strings of spit.

You gasped and coughed, heaving breaths shaking your frame. You could barely recover before Jack had you pinned down on the couch with one hand snaking into your sweatpants. You yelped, throat feeling incredibly raw. This fingertips stroked over your clothed pussy, humming at the feeling of your slick seeping through the fabric.

“That got you wet? God, you little slut.“ He laughed, tearing your bottoms down your legs. “I missed you.“

Your clothes landed on the floor. Jack put a tight grip on your thighs, prying them open to really settle between them. “Keep em open for me.“

And you did, knowing something wasn’t right with your boyfriend. This was scary. He scared you. But something in the pit of your stomach told you it wasn’t all fear. Not when you watched him stroke his cock slowly, eyes fixed on your pussy laid out in front of him. You were glistening for him, clear juices running down your ass as you clenched around nothing.

You held your breath as Jack pressed his angry red cock head between the fold of you pussy, swiping the tip through your folds until you whined. “You desperate for it now?“ He looked at your face, still splotchy and watery from getting your mouth fucked until tears. You sucked your bottom lip in. There was no better look on you, he decided. “Yeah, you are.“

His free hand went straight to your hip, pressing you into the couch to adjust the angle against your hole. His hips snapped into yours, burying himself to the hilt with one thrust.

You yelled out his name, barely understandable but he heard you all the same.

“Fuck… Came here to put the past down but I‘ll keep this pussy.“

His hips didn’t stop working, fucking you with hard and deep strokes but his words sparked some recognition in your brain. Unfocused, you looked at him as he gripped your hips in both hands to pull you into his thrusts.

“Wha-? Ahh!“

His thumb pressed into your clit, circling tightly. “Don’t worry about it.“ He grinned at you, sweat beading across his forehead. His thumb was relentless, applying firm pressure to your sensitive bundle of nerves in time with his rough movements. You couldn’t worry about it with your head going blank. There was nothing but the feeling of the couch beneath you and Jack‘s weight above you. Nothing but his cock stretching your pussy to its limits, hammering into your cervix until you cried all over again from stimulation.

“Jack! 'M gonna-!“

Your walls were twitching and convulsing. His touch on your clit burned, it was too much. Your legs shook, trying to close uselessly around Jack‘s huge frame.

“Cum on my cock then.“

You wailed, having no choice but to take his cock, his hands, his words. Your release was looming close, making your chest heavy. It hit you all at once, whiting your vision out as you screamed and gushed around the thick cock pumping you through your orgasm.

It didn’t take long for pleasure to turn into painful overstimulation. You shook under him, head tossing in the cushions.

“Too much. Pluh-Please, no more-“ You whined as Jack shoved in hard.

“Just a little more.“

There wasn’t much you could do but bite your teeth and hold onto Jack‘s hands on your hips as he thrust a couple more times, more violent and less aimed before he pushed in as deep as he could go. He exhaled a harsh groan, pumping you full of cum.

“Yeah…“ Jack ground his hips against yours, making you sob softly but enjoying the sting of overstimulation as his erection flagged inside you.

He didn’t pull out until your squirmed, face screwed up as you looked up at him with pure exhaustion that could easily be mistaken for submission. An even better look on you.

Jack yanked his cock out, hands immediately going to your abused pussy but spread your folds and hold you open. “Would you look at at…“ He sounded out of breath and you wanted to complain but were left shivering under the feeling of his seed leaking out your hole. Jack swiped his fingers through the mess before stuffing his cum back into your twitching cunt.

“I‘ll keep you alright.“

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

Krauser fucking kidnaps you and uses you as a sex toy 😈😈😈

Note: It’s so dirty omg 😭🥹💖

Tags: dub-con, kidnapping, NSFW, minors DNI.

Pair: Krauser x F!Reader.

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Divider by @cafekitsune

"You’re such a good girl," Krauser said as his fingers were deep in your mouth.

You haven’t seen him coming. The last thing you remember was going home from work, and then everything went black. After that, you woke up in a strange room tied to a rusty bed that would creak at the slightest movement with this stranger who abused your mouth and rubbed your cunt. The first thing you noticed after waking up was the cold sensation around your wrists.

You muffled something, but that's really all you could do. You eventually got used to the taste of dirt and gunpowder.

The stranger’s blue eyes were glued to your face, devouring your devastated face, from your teary eyes to your red cheeks.

His other hand was rubbing along your clothed cunt and occasionally preventing your legs from closing.

"That’s it." He said this as he pulled those fingers out, causing you to cough a little. He watched as you struggled to catch your breath, enjoying the sight of your helpless body.

"Please…" you pleaded, but he didn’t respond in any way. Instead, he covered your mouth with his hand as he squeezed your cunt hard enough to make you squeal.

"So soft, so puffy." He said this as he kept clenching his fist. "I wonder how it looks naked." You watched in terror as a smirk appeared on his face, knowing damn well that you were at the mercy of this tall, rough stranger.

He turned his back to you to focus on your clothed core, and with a quick motion, he tore your pants with ease. You couldn’t see what he was doing, but you heard the sound of your clothes being torn apart and then felt a sudden cold on your sensitive area. Your arms lay helplessly next to your body, unable to move as the cold chains were restraining them.

"My God…" he said as he bent over to examine your core. "It’s so beautiful…."

"Please sir…."

He spit on it, and you could feel the saliva dripping down between your lips.

He roughly spread your legs further. You couldn’t do anything but obey him.

His fingers found your clit quickly and began to rub it, causing you to whimper helplessly. Faint waves of pleasure began to go through your body the faster he went.

When you were wet enough, he inserted two thick fingers inside you, beginning to stretch your tight pussy.

"So, so tight…" He rotated his fingers as he thrust inside, going only half their length and then pushing deeper and deeper. At this point, you instinctively spread your legs and began to pant, as this stranger was doing such a good job.

"Oh my God…" you said between heavy breaths, grabbing the sheets below you.

The stranger was with his back to you, focused on your pussy. The two fingers began to stroke your clit faster, while the other hand picked up the pace as well. Soon, the fingers from inside your hole were soaked in your juice.

"F-fuck…" you yelled as you felt a familiar pressure in your lower belly. It kept increasing as the stranger rubbed you, and soon you came all over his fingers with a feeble yelp.

After that, he brought his finger to his mouth and licked it thoroughly while looking at you.

"So,so good…" he said as his tongue twirled around each finger, making sure to lick everything.

You raised your head to look at him, but you quickly smashed it on the pillow as you felt his hand slowly go under your shirt, making its way to your chest.

"Why are you doing this?…" you asked as you began to sob.

"I have my reasons."

He massaged them, rubbed them, and squeezed them until it began to hurt. You’re nothing but a toy.

"So squishy and soft." He pulled your shirt up, then ripped your bra off. Your breasts bounced in the air, and Krauser caught one of them, beginning to rub your nipple between his fingertips. At the same time, his other hand, which remained at your cunt began to play with it again.

He inserted two fingers and began to thrust again.

Krauser had the sadistic pleasure of seeing your pretty face frowning, your lips quivering as you sobbed in both pleasure and sadness, and those eyes, god damn those big (y/c) beautiful eyes that were wet.

Then, he stopped. Just like that, he pulled his fingers out of your cunt and he stopped caressing your breasts.

You thought it was over until you heard his zipper being pulled down, and then his pants dropped heavily on the floor. You took a quick glance at his cock and gasped because it was so big and thick. You didn’t know if you were able to take him.

"Don’t worry, I'll be gentle." He said this as he gave himself a few strokes. His hand ran up and down the whole length as he licked his lips. He began to leak in front of you and let out quick moans. This sight of him, this sinful man, made you have contradictory feelings. You wanted him, you wanted to feel that thing inside you, so you spread your legs further for him while looking at that cock.

"That’s right, I knew you’d come to your senses." He chuckled and climbed on the bed between your legs. He positioned himself at your entrance, and then he buried himself with one hard thrust. The sudden hit made you grab the sheets again and yelped.

"Oh my God" you shouted, making Jack freeze. He looked at you with a concerned expression. After a second, he began to move again, but at a slow pace, allowing you to accommodate his dick. Each thrust stretched you more and more, and soon you were moaning in pleasure.

Your eyes were blurry from all the tears, but you began to smile as Jack hit that sweet spot inside you. They were tears of joy.

Jack sat up straight as he fucked you because he wanted to see that face of yours, he wanted to see those boobs bounce because it turned him on more and more. The more he’d fuck you, the harder he’d twitch and leak inside you.

You saw him, he was a tall guy, so you saw his face. He was blushing and panting hard, his eyes were half closed, and by the way, he was throbbing inside you knew he was close. You gave him the dirtiest look you could possibly make.

"Cum for me, Major Keauser…" you said as you licked your lips.

With that, his thighs began to tremble as he came inside you with long, abundant cum shots. The first few were stronger, filling you up quickly, and the following ones were shorter, causing some of his semen to spill out of your pussy. He pulled out slowly, and a beautiful, white, small flow began to drip down on the sheets.

"Fuck…" he whispered as he admired his work of art.

This fetish of yours was weird and very time-consuming, but it didn't hurt once in a while. Besides, when you work for a kinky guy like Wesker, there's always a dungeon available to fool around in.

"Are you ok?" Krauser asked as he kissed your forehead and as his hand caressed your waist.

"Yes, I'm fine." Your body was wrapped in a blanket as you lay close to his chest.

"You were amazing."

"You were too, Jack."

Both of you giggled and kissed each other.

Taglist: @rokurodokuro @alewesker

[vizishereig]

Do you have any other WIPs and/or AUs in the works? If you have a snippet to share (no pressure) :3

oh, I do! uhmm, hmmm, lets sift through my documents.

okay, I'll give ya two <3

hiding under cut bc one has mentions of eye trauma and the other is kind of 18+? just a little?

He’s sitting in bed, on his phone, when it happens.

His left eye starts to tear up, out of nowhere. He blinks, confused. Trying to blink the tears away, but they keep coming. Leon blinks again, first the left eye, closing it for a second, then opening, then doing the same with the right.

There are black dots in the vision of his left eye. Something is wrong. He doesn’t know what, but something is wrong.

A small spark of panic is growing, but he pushes it away. He gets up (and he’s still in his night clothes, hasn’t even left his room all day) walking over to look in the mirror. He gets close, trying to see the problem. He catches a glimpse of his left eye, the spots in his vision making it hard for him to understand what he’s seeing.

The panic spreads. Something is wrong.

His phone is in his hand, and he thinks about calling 911, but hospitals have always been a huge fucking no.

He calls Luis instead.

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"I'm not a dog, asshole," he spits out, the pain in his head knocking words loose. The tug on his hair is entirely expected, but he still winces at the sudden yanking, hazy blue eyes forced to meet Krauser's.

"You know, you say that, but you still follow orders so well. Even now, on you're wild goose chase to save that girl. You can't help it, huh?" The hand in his hair tightens it's grip as Krauser continues, "You were made for this. And I think you know it, deep down. You are nothing if you aren't listening to someone."

The words hit too close to home, but all Leon does is glare, struggling to move away, blood tracing the curve of his face. Krauser barks out another laugh, using already bloodied fingers to catch the drop and bringing it to his mouth. His rage is blinding as his own blood is smeared over his lips.

He wants to bite him. He doesn't.

"Here's how it's going to go, boy scout," The hand on his hair loosens just a bit, but he's distracted by the gentle shh of a knife being unsheathed. The tip comes to rest against his chin, digging into his skin. He tries to pull away, but the hand in his hair doesn't let him.

"Ah, ah, ah. Listen closely. You're going to open up," he pauses, knife moving up to gently trace over his lips, "and you're going to suck me off. Just like old times, right?"