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LAZY SUNDAYS -- JACK KRAUSER X FEM ONESHOT -- SMUT!

ฅ≽(•⩊ •マ≼  JACK KRAUSER X FEM READER ONESHOT

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SUMMARY: Lazy Sunday mornings with one big mean hubby, laying in bed watching a reality tv show to laugh and make fun at.. What could happen? (lots.)

TAGS/WARNINGS: Oral fixation, drool/saliva, overstimulation, all consensual, oral sex (male receiving), teasing, dumbfication (slightly?),soft, petname usage, soft Krauser, aftercare + soft ending, gagging, perverted thoughts, Jack being an asshole to recruits, you use instead of Y/N, SLIGHT PLOT BEFORE PORN!

A/N: Defo didn’t plan for my first fic/example to be smut, but Jack Krauser has not left my head all day. So I’m finna get him. Also I couldn’t stop thinking about that Y/N joke webseries every time I wrote a word, all I could think of was her keloid bro </3.

PROOFREAD!

NSFW UNDER THE CUT.

It was a very lazy Sunday morning in the Krauser residence. Jack had thankfully taken a day off from his extreme work load in the military as a drill instructor. Not that it was too much for him–Hell, he lived to see new recruits piss themselves every time he entered a room. But his wife was being needy, said she needed him, wanted to spend time with him–So he cracked and took the day off. He could practically feel the relief from his recruits when they saw he wasn’t the one training them today. Probably taking this day as a ‘’saving grace’��� from God. It saddened Krauser he couldn’t torture new recruits, make them dig their own grave and bury themselves as punishment.. Or put them in foxholes full of tar. Hell, he spent most of the day brainstorming new ideas to torture recruits for the smallest things. A sock folded out of code? Hang em’ upside down from the wall! 

The morning was lukewarm, the morning fog still lingering as dew covered the fresh grass. The soft sounds of rain from last night dripping from the roof onto the ground below, refilling the dirt with more sustenance. The Krauser residence was quiet, not a loud noise being heard from any creature. No lights were on, signaling the family inside were still asleep. Both Krauser’s vehicles parked in the wet driveway as the sprinklers went off. Giving the polished metal a scuffed car wash. Upstairs in the master bedroom, the door was shut. The only noise coming from the dark bedroom was the sound of 4 weddings playing from the TV set on the oak tv stand that had some mindless clutter, misc items, and pictures of Krauser and his wife together. The TV let out a low hum of volume, characters speaking on TV of mindless topics..

It almost was loud enough to drown out the noise of soft pants and moans. Krauser was laying flat on his back on his side of the bed, big calloused hands gripping anything, from the headboard, to the sheets, to the back of your head just to keep himself stabilized. You were just barely giving him 5%. Maybe even 2, but it still felt so good. Some dribble was rolling down those beautifully scarred lips of his that had a light sheer coat of chapstick, and his cock throbbing so hard he just wanted to mindlessly rut on anything for some relief. And here you were, laying beside him at the mid-foot of the bed. Resting your pretty little head on his thigh, tits teasingly against it as those pretty glossed lips of yours sucked at that almost purple leaking tip of his. Running your downright heavenly tongue over his leaking slit that was spewing pre-cum by the second, your soft hand on his base. Giving him slow yet barely halfway strokes from the base to the middle, ensuring small squeezes where you knew he had sensitive veins and nerve perception there. ‘’Mfgg.. B,baby..’’ The big man whimpered out. Whimpered, not growled nor demanded, whimpered. Only you could bring the 6’5 giant down onto his knees begging like a puppy. His large hand moving from holding onto the back of his pillow to your scalp, blunt fingernails tastefully dragging against your scalp as he held on for dear life. Him scratching your scalp always felt good–Hell, all head scratches did. They were therapeutic. Helped calm nerves, and they sure as shit helped calm yours. That low moan you let out against his tip sending vibrations against him had him jolting, fighting from feeding every inch of his big dick into that sweet mouth of yours, and skullfucking you into next week. 

‘’B,baby pleasee, no more teasing..’’ He cried out, shaking from his own mind keeping him from his desires. You let out a hum as you pulled off completely, his eyes widening and head snapping down. Hoping he didn’t just ruin everything–But his eyes immediately dilated the minute he saw the drool keeping your lips and his cock connected. His hips pitifully bucking gently to try and coax you back onto it. ‘’What’s that?’’ you said, acting like you weren’t depriving him of his release he’s been thinking and fantasizing all week. ‘’P–please jus’ suck me off.. Properly.. I can’t take anymore teasing!’’ He whined, giving you the most pathetic teary puppy eyes he could even manage. And you obliged, not because he asked. No of course not, you just loved seeing the mean drill instructor who threatened to turn any recruits junk into a balloon animal because they disrespected him or got caught in a ‘’moment of weakness’’ with a playboy magazine in the stalls, crumble. Only for you, just for you. He was a very rough and reserved man. For you he’d turn into a cuddly puppy. Always seeking pda in attention and needing you by his side. He was a very proud man, always showing off his missions, rewards, status, but he was most proud of you. The woman he married, his pride and joy. Flesh and blood always won over cold medals.

You smiled, pressing a small kiss to his tip before full on making out with it a bit. Before removing yourself again, adjusting to be between his legs instead of beside them. His eyes were dilated on your tits that were barely concealed from your thin tank top, wanting nothing else but to have them on his face as you bounced on him. Without warning you craned your head down, one hand holding his fully erect twitching cock. Hell, you’d think he had a heart down there from how bad he was throbbing. It felt like you were holding a plastic soda bottle from how thick he was. It took two hands and your mouth to properly get him off. Your lips sank down on him, taking inch by inch till he was properly slotted down your throat. You had gotten used to the feeling from the amount of skullfucking combined with years you two have been married, a loud groan escaped his lips, his other hand shooting to hold onto the headboard with a hiss. His eyes fluttered shut, but you know his eyes were fully in the back of his skull by now. ‘’O,Ooh.. haah.. Oh my god baby–AH!’’ He loudly whined, his whine piercing through the room. Not even the TV’S nonsense could conceal him as you began to suck him off. Tongue running across his length, harassing any vein in your path as your eyes closed. Letting out soft moans and hums as you bobbed your head up and down–His thighs violently clenched and twitched. Along with his strong back arching as the sweetest noises escaped your husband. You didn’t realize how close he even was until now, poor baby was so pent up this week.. Your tongue refocused its hits onto a really sensitive vein right underneath his tip. And that had him sobbing and quivering against the bed, ‘’FUCK! S,shit.. M’ gonna–B,baby wait M’ gonna come–’’ He sobbed out, accidentally shoving your skull down a bit too rough causing that throat to clamp down on him and he lost it. Letting out a loud moan followed by a pathetic cry as he dumped his load down your throat. Not letting you up until you swallowed it, he was VERY adamant you wouldn’t waste anything he gave you. And you swallowed with tease, humming with enjoyment at his salty and savory flavor. Feeling his hand loosen as his body went lack against the bed. Panting with loud huffs as he tried to recollect his brain that scattered everywhere. ‘’C’mere baby..’’ He panted out with a slight exhaustion yet pure relief as he patted his chest. You wiped your lips that had some mix of drool and cum dribbling out as you tucked him back into his boxers and climbed up to lay on his bare chest. Letting out a soft purr as he pressed a loving smooch to the top of your head and cuddled you, holding you close. ‘’Thank you baby, you okay..?’’ He softly asked, still a bit nervous he hurt you from you gagging on him. ‘’Mhm, all good.. I love you Jack.’’ You said, moving your head to press a soft kiss to his scarred lips, a smile of pure admiration falling onto his face as he gently kissed you back. ‘’I love you too..’’

[sinsofnivan]

JUST THE TIP?! — RE MEN x YOU! — SMUT!

SUMMARY: no summary. just the tip gf x balls deep bf trope.

TAGS: implied marathon sex, dumbification, overstimulation, unprotected sex, this is all consensual, but just in case, i will tag this as dubious consent.

THIS IS MEANT FOR FANTASY ONLY.

PAIRINGS: LEON KENNEDY/you, LUIS SERRA/you, ALBERT WESKER/you, JACK KRAUSER/you, CARLOS OLIVEIRA/you, CHRIS REDFIELD/you.

A/N: consider this as an apology for being away, and will probably continue to be away after a while. T_T but i hope everyone has been doing well.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

LEON S. KENNEDY. ♡

you don't know how long you both have been indulging in each other—all you know is that your cunt's jus' so sensitive. but you want more. you need more. thinkin' about being empty and not being stretched full by your boyfriend's makin' your waterline glimmer with tears.

"leoooon, please—,"

leon stared at you, in awe that you were still conscious. aware. clearly, he's not fucking you properly. "please what, angel?" "fuck me—fuck me, please. need your cock. just put it in," his fingertips tease your clit, and you whine, shaking your head. "nooo—nooooo . . need your cock. please, leon,"

today, leon finds out his ovulating girlfriend can turn into a literal succubus.

"but you said your cunt's all sore, sweet girl. you were crawling away," open-mouthed kisses are bestowed on your cheek. "just the tip. just put the tip in," leon could feel his cock stir, quickly growing erect with your neediness.

"okay, baby. whatever you say," he kisses your teary eyes before hovering over you and grabbing ahold of your legs. just the tip. just the tip. just the tip. leon has to repeat to himself, lathering the leaking crown with his creampie mixed with your slick.

just the tip. just . . the tip.

your creampied pussy makes a lewd squelch as leon slowly pushes the head in. but you're both in cloud nine, eyes rolling like it's the first time you've fucked each other. "y, yes, like that!" you whimper, reaching over to your hypersensitive clit and making aimless circles.

leon begins to move, only giving your cunt shallow, slow thrusts. "fuck, angel—," he lets his head fall back, pleasure enveloping his tip. your cunt's so fucking wet and warm. your fingers pick up their pace, cunt throbbing with intense pleasure. who knew you could jus' get off from just the tip?

"faster,"

faster?

how can leon do that without shoving himself balls deep into you? "faster—pleaseplease, leon," you sobbed. "y/n—i," he bucked his hips, trying to go faster without splittin' you open with his cock. whimpers are spilling from leon's mouth, growing needier by the second, his vision continuing to blur as he eased just the tip in, as per your request.

the way you were clenching around him, creaming around his cock—it drove him crazy. how could he not fuck you? leon has to reminded himself that you want just the tip. but he's relying solely on instinct. and before he could even realize it, he's plunged himself deep by accident, and you're wide-eyed, an unanticipated orgasm taking you both by surprise.

"leon—♡!"

"y/n—i'm sorry, sorry—,"

he can't stop. he won't stop, pounding you into the mattress and making sure you feel every length of him with every ferocious thrust. he's drooling, watching you squirm. something about seeing your pussy spurt out clear fluid with every push in makes him feral, potentially unlocked a new turn on and fantasy to jerk off to.

"t, told you just the tip," you whimper, sniffling, and leon cradles your head, essentially smushing your face into his chest. "sorry. 'm sorry, sorry—i l, love your cunt." leon sobbed, his hips doing all the work for him, pummeling into you without mercy.

spit's shining on leon's built chest as you automatically kiss and lick at the area. marks in the shape of your canines are left, and leon hisses when you bite him again.

"gonna cum, y, y/n—gonna cum—cumming. 'm cumming, oh god,"

he vigorously rams his cock in your leaking pussy, hard yet hurried; it's sloppy, and leon's just desperate to fill you again. your moans are muffled by his flesh, and leon has yet to notice that he's crushing you with his chest. not that you minded, either.

with a few more unrhythmic slams of his hips, he's spilling himself in you, all of his cum just overspilling as he kept rutting into you. "hah— h, haah . . so good—so good," he babbles, spit dripping on his chin as his eyes rolled back. "leooohn—," you grunt from beneath your boyfriend.

it's only when his orgasm finally comes down that he stops moving, clarity slowly seeping into his fucked out mind. he retires from you almost immediately, now-concerned eyes soaking in the sight of you. did you pass out? "y/n," a hand caresses your rosy cheek.

"y/n, please come back to me,"

"mhh . . "

oh thank god. he knows you're just fine, but he was still worried. "are you okay?" he whispers, brushing away the stray strings of your hair. "i'm sorry, i was . . too into it," you chuckle when you feel him pepper your face with kisses.

"i'm fine. still in one piece, baby."

you both groan when he slowly pulls out, the rest of his creampies spilling out of your gaping cunt. "i love you, leon." you mutter, weakly wrapping your arms around him. "i love you too, angel."

LUIS SERRA. ♡

"luis . . just the tip,"

you both really shouldn't have fooled around with these aphrodisiacs. it's been hours and his cock's yet to come down. luis isn't even sure if he can cum anym—

wait. did he hear that right?

"what'd you say, mami?"

it's harder to hear you when you're bent over, and especially when you're mumbling and barely coherent. "the tip—jus' the tip," you whine. "is my bebé sensitive?" he drags a finger over your slit, and you squeak, body jerking in response. your knees almost gave out. "luiiis . . jus' the tip, p, por favor . . "

you poor thing. he affectionately runs a hand over your spine, down to your ass where he kneads your curvaceous flesh. "por supuesto, amor. we can go slow. and . . just the tip," [ of course, love. ] he thought he could do it. luis can control himself, can go slow if requested—usually—but the drug that ran through his veins made that fucking impossible. swallowing a nervous lump, he prods the tip against your slit. fuck, you're so fucking wet. this wasn't fair.

with a slow push of his hips, your warmth embraces his sensitive cocktip. "oh, fuck. oh my fucking god. dios mio," luis's grip on your ass tightens, his own way of restricting himself. "sólo quiero follarte," [ i just wanna fuck you, ] he confesses, but only thrusts the tip in and nothing else.

"me estás matando aquí, bebé," [ you're killin' me here, baby. ] luis babbled on, a shiver running down spine. "are you sure you're sensitive? y, you've been—you've been always able to take it," turns out, he didn't have it in him to fulfill your request. luis could hear the obscene squelches your creamy pussy made, and his brows narrowed as he winced, almost as if he was pained from your instruction. yet, his restrained thrusts—it was more like gentle rocking, to be honest—continued, the tip pulling out with an obscene pop with every withdrawal of his hips.

he enjoyed it, of course. more than anything. but luis was a greedy, hungry man. yearning more. needing more. your pussy was just so fucking inviting, creaming all over for him with just the tip—fuck, you can't ask this from him.

"bebé—y/n, i can't—can't take it anymore. i have to. t, tengo que follarte," [ i have to fuck you. ] your eyes widened when luis slowly slides in an experimental inch. you squeal, reaching behind you with one arm, but luis just pins it on your back.

the moment he's stuffing himself completely fucking full into you, you're just sobbing, legs shaking from the mind-numbing pleasure. luis was, too, not even realizing he had just cum in you. his hips moved like clockwork, "luis! luiissss—fuck!" was all you could cry out. you squirmed, writhed, tried to crawl away from the addicting pain of pleasure, but he's tugging you right back and slamming himself into you to the hilt.

"lo siento—lo siento bebé. feels good, h, haah . . " [ i'm sorry—i'm sorry, baby. ]

all that cum pouring out of you made it much, much easier to pound that cunt. "h, haaah—fuck! luiiss—," you sobbed, unable to stop your legs from giving out. his chest rests warmly on your back, and you feel a loving kiss pressed on your temple.

"te amo, te amo . . . " he murmured as he pummeled that pussy, making sure that the tip thwacked against your perky cervix and hitting all the right spots. your head rests nicely on the pillow, and you're so fucked out, you think you're about to pass out from all the pleasure.

the bed creaks as luis kept ramming his cock deep into you, and you squeal as another orgasm washes over your body. the nth orgasm made your eyes cross, made you see fucking stars as your legs quivered and you clutched the sheets helplessly. luis didn't see it, but he sure as hell fucking felt it as you squirt all over him and his legs. "dios—dios mio, you're making a fu, fucking mess,"

his thrusts begin to slow down, hard-on still intact, but the aphrodisiac wasn’t as strong as it was from the beginning. blinking, luis realizes he was crushing you by resting his whole weight on you. "shit, shit—y/n, i'm sorry," he shuddered when he slips out of your creampied pussy. "mierda, hace frío," [ shit, it's cold. ] is whispered to himself whilst he gently lays you on your back.

"luiiis . . " you huffed. "that's not the tip," "i know, i know. i'm sorry. but, in my defense, eso es imposible," [ that's impossible to do. ] an affectionate hand caressed your hair. "still sensitive, prinsesa?" you groggily nuzzle your face in his arms.

you only hummed. the next minute is spent in silence, as luis kept you warm and held you firmly. "next time, no more aphrodisiacs," you stir as he spoke, letting out a scoff. "what? booooo."

"wha—excuse you, señorita, why are you booing me?"

"oh, c'mon. don't lie. that was fun,"

"jesus, you are such a freak. me asustas. you need to read the bible or something,"

"wow. like it wasn't you who bought those pills!"

"oh. ehehe. right."

ALBERT WESKER. ♡

bro this gif im going to start s/creaming

you're already fucked out. already trembling from the orgasms wesker's given you, and it's all thanks to the new toys he had bought from his trip. a clit sucker and a vibrating, ridged, girthy dildo. you sobbed as wesker kept thrusting the toy in and out of you, making sure you take all of its length.

"f, fuck—! s, sir, cumming—, 'm cumming,"

there wasn't much you could do, not when a silk ribbon tied your wrists and ankles to the headboard. ( he bought those, too, by the way. ) "again? look at the mess you just made." you look over at the silicone, the base was coated in your creaminess—and it was already smearing to his already-soaked fingertips.

it was so easy for him to break you, and he hasn't even undressed himself yet.

your hips buck against the air, and the unintentional reflex just makes you grind your clit against the toy that lavished its attention on you. "fuuck—! fuckfuckfuck—, a, albert—!" you clutched onto the ribbons, eyes rolling as you felt your cunt throb with need. you were close, you could feel it in the pits of your stomach. "what was that?"

wesker clicked his tongue, clearly displeased. "you call me sir, brat. or are these toys getting into that head of yours?" you hear a few clicks, and your eyes widened when you realized that the clit sucker's set to its highest setting. "s, sir—i'm sorry! i'm sorry!"

the dildo could never compare to your sir's cock—never—but the extra sensations of the pulsations and the ridges quickly sent you to the edge, never missing where you were most sensitive, always grazing that spongy nub that made your mouth fall agape. "don't w, wanna cum anymore—too much," you whimpered.

"aw," he cooed, a small smile appearing on his lips; barely noticeable. "that's really too bad, pup." he taunts, giving you a slow, but hard thrust. you squealed, clutching on to your ribbons.

"you're not in charge here,"

your cries are music to his ears, and his eyes gaze over to your squirting cunt in amusement. even though you're trembling and drooling, he's yet to withdraw the toys from you.

"are you?" "n, no, sir!" he's tight-lipped and has yet to move an inch. "n, no, sir! i'm n, not in chaaaarge—y, you are!" "hm," good enough. much to your relief, both are turned off, and you're granted a few seconds of relief.

your body relaxes on the soft bed, chest rising as you pant. “colour?” wesker asks, a rough palm caressing your shaking thighs. “g, green,” you mutter. “good. ‘m not done yet,”

wesker retires from the bed, taking his sweet time in undressing himself. it was quite the sight, though; seeing him undo his tie, unbuckle his pants. his boxers had a wet spot from his leaking tip. “you’ve been a good pup, darling.”

the bed sinks with his added weight, and you watch him leave kisses on your inner thighs, stroking his cock with a spare hand as he lathered his pre all over his monstrous girth. fuck . . could you take that? you don’t think y’have it in you. but you didn’t want to stop. y’wanted him . .

“s, sir,”

you call, and wesker’s eyes tilt up. now that he was much closer, y’could see how blown out his pupils were. “yes, my love?” he asked as he positions himself, grabbing ahold of your thighs as he slaps his fat cock atop your mons.

“c, can you put just the tip i, in—?”

wesker acts as if he didn’t hear a word you just said, rubbing his length all over your slit—continuing to lubricate his shaft with your juices. you gasped when the tip slowly sinks in, and you finally get your answer when he slammed the rest of his girth into you. you screamed, back arching as your eyes crossed.

“why should i?”

he begins to rut into you, pummeling your sensitive cunt with mean thrusts. “tell me, pet. why should i?” you couldn’t utter out a proper response, not when your brain was turning to fucking mush as he pounded you. “speak up, slut.” the added nickname’s making you clench around him, and wesker only scoffed at your lack of coherence.

“gone stupid? from me just putting—hnngg—it in?”

with the position he had you in, it was impossible for the tip to not kiss your cervix, impossible for you to not scream for him as he mercilessly plowed that cunt. "s, sir—h, haaah . . ! fuck—!" your overstimulated pussy's fucking throbbing. a squeal's torn from you as his palm collides with your puffy clit with a smack! the sting's makin' your eyes fucking water, and you could feel your legs tremble again.

"will you tell me what to do again, pet?"

"n, no, sir!"

wesker grinned, rewarding your sore clit with a kind caress of his thumb. "good pet. that's—," he groaned. fuuuck, wesker shudders at the feeling of your cunt spasming around his girth. "—more like it. gonna—gonna fuck you how i want to," his words are emphasized with harsh thrusts, to drill that idea in your pretty fucking head.

"where i want to,"

"u, uh-huh!"

"when i want to,"

"u-uhnnn—y, yes s, siiiir . . ♡ !"

seeing how disheveled and how much of a drooling mess you were, were you even remembering what he was saying? probably not. but don't worry, he's more than willing to remind you where you belonged. he could no longer hold back his noises, but he wasn't even interested in trying, anyway.

the way he sounded—feral, almost beast-like, even—you'd be lying if you said it didn't incite more arousal from you. wesker ensured you felt all of him, hips moving without thought as he mercilessly slammed into that tight fit. unfortunately for you, he was more monster than he was human.

you were fucking tightening up around him—still adjusting from the sudden switch from silicone to flesh—and how could wesker ever resist ramming and bullying that pussy with his fat cock? the way he could see how he split you open, shuddering when his tip's right against your cervix—oh, you were such a sweet, sweet pet.

his cock throbbed with the ache of a release. you made it difficult for him to control himself. "fuck—'m gonna fill you up," he hissed. "think y'deserve a creampie from me, sweet girl?" smack! the collision of his palm on your cunt brings you back to reality for a brief moment. "i'm—i'm talking to you," he snarled, an you nod mindlessly. "s, sorrryyyy . . . y, yes sir! yesyesyesyes—please!"

you continue to beg him, plead for his cum whilst he busied himself with rearranging your fucking insides. it's all you could do amidst your fucked out state. don't you worry. wesker was more than satisfied with your expressions.

burying himself to the hilt, you let out a scream as an orgasm is forced from you again, fingertips affectionately rubbing on your clit. wesker can't decide where to look—if he should watch that pussy quiver as you squirted or your face that's contorting as your irises disappear behind your lids.

"yeaaaaah, just like that. look at you—fuck, you're such a slut,"

his hips stutter as spurts of thick, warm semen floods your womb and walls. wesker groaned, shivers pricking his skin. your cunt milked him so good; and not like he'll tell you, but he's fucking obsessed. obsessed with how you're so obedient fo him, how your cunt clenched around him as you quivered from overstimulation.

"tsk, you're leaking. tighten up, slut. don't spill any more," you only oblige him—it's all you could do in your fucked-out state. a groan echoes in the room as he slowly slips out from you. from where wesker knelt, he had the perfect fucking view of your gaping cunt, trying her absolute best to keep it all in as he asked. you squeaked when he caresses your puffy clit affectionately. "shh, shh . . i know," he cooed, the other hand undoing your restraints. you didn't have the strength to keep your eyes open.

the tension slowly rolls off your muscles as he sets your legs down slowly. "you did well, my love," you could feel him bestow kisses on your face. eyes, nose, lips—they were all showered in loving kisses. your wrists are set free as he undid the ribbons on your sore wrists, his lips ghosting over the red marks over your skin, too. "missed you, albert," you mumbled, eyes slowly opening. "i missed you too, my love," there's a faint smile on his face—meant to be witnessed by you only.

"you know we're not yet done, right?"

JACK KRAUSER. ♡

krauser really has lots of pent-up frustration and sexual frustration. blessed with inhumane stamina, it's really no surprise that he can last multiple rounds. 'specially when all of it just piles up on him, mmmm—god, he loves nothing more than taking it out on you and using you for fucking hours.

but krauser is mean. cruel. you want just the tip? that's really—

"too fucking bad, baby,"

that request is fucking impossible, because he's got you folded and locked in a full nelson hold. did you expect that he'd just not bury himself deep in your pretty cunt? your eyes widened as you watched his cock slowly stretched you out again. your cunt was too sensitive.

"n, no—krauser! don't! d, don't—pleasepleaseplease—,"

his balls only throbbed, eyes rolling as your pleas fall to deafened ears. your groans echo in the room as he pushes another inch or two into you. fuck, you need to breathe—

krauser laughed breathily in your ear. "what was that?" you couldn't muster a single word—it was all just pathetic squeaks. "just the tip, you say?" he'd purr, pushing in as slow as he can so your pulsating walls can feel every single inch stretching you. ruining you.

"c, can't—,"

"can't what? can't speak?"

he completely slams into you with a loud plap! you're speechless and fucking stupefied—but, frankly, what else is there to say? "urgg—feel that?" this fucking asshole just had to start gyrating his hips. you could feel the tip poke 'nd prod against that cervix, and fuck, you're trembling.

"c'moooon, sweets. y'better be awake,"

sticky drool's drippin' from those pretty lips as he began to pound you like he hated you. him doing all the work was not a problem, not at all. krauser could easily manhandle you, and he made sure that you knew. he was bouncing you on his cock like you weighed nothing and fuck—you couldn't even think of anything to say aside from his name and ah's! and oh's!

it didn't help his cock was a mix of both veiny and fucking gargantuan—you're convinced your cervix's all bruised because his tip kept hitting 'nd hitting all of your spots. "love your cunt—fuck, you like this? huh? bet you do. look at your cunt's reflection. messy fucking slut," he groaned, ramming into you vigorously. it's like he hasn't even broken a sweat.

"k, krauseeeer—," you sobbed, absolutely broken and cockdrunk. "yeah? 'm here," he pants, eyes threatening to roll back. but he had to watch you in the mirror, had to watch you crumble and go fucking stupid just from his cock. "what does my baby want, h, huh? want me to go faster?" before you had the chance to respond, he's fucking pummeling into you faster than you could even blink; you're fucking dizzy and barely lucid, but that's okay. no need to think, krauser's got you. ♡

"'m c, cummingggggg—cumming. j, jaaaaack—♡!"

"my fucking goooood—fuuuuuuck . . look at this squirting cunt,"

clear liquid's spurtin' out of that stretched pussy, coating him and yourself as he forces an orgasm outta you. you're so fucking hot, fuck. krauser's never ever ever letting you go. "you love my cock, babe?" if it wasn't for how both his large hands held your head, you would have nodded. "u, uh-huh! love—l, love your cock—♡!" "attaaa girl. i love your cunt so, so fucking much—♡,"

krauser doesn't even realize he's drooling himself—completely immersed in the pleasure. he could stay buried in you for fucking eternity. "fuck—wanna breed you. lemme breed—lemme breed you. need to knock you up," he babbled on, focused on jus' chasing his release. and with the pace of how he fucked you—it wouldn't take long.

and you?

you're fucking spritzing all over him everytime his tip grazes against that spongy nub in your dripping pussy. why'd you even ask him to not put it all in? clearly, you loved this. but don't worry. for once, he'll humour you. "y'wanted just the tip, right?" "h, hnnngg—♡," good enough of an answer for him. you're brought back to reality briefly when his movements halt. confused, you only watched your obscene reflections whilst he shifted his hips. "j, jack, what're you—?!" your eyes widened when you feel his tip slowly bury into the tight barrier of flesh in your cervix.

krauser whimpered. fuuuuuuck, you were sucking him in so good. he can't even pull out. "baby—baby, oh god. fuck, fuck. i'm fucking—cumming. 'm cumming—oh my gooooood," it didn't take any more thrusts for him to start filling your womb up with fertile, sticky cum.

you whined as your cunt's flooded with his seed, and you couldn't do anythin' except for clawing on his built forearms as he held you in place. "urgg—yeah . . . just like that . . fuuuck, i love your pussy baby," you couldn't utter a word. you felt so fucking full. krauser finally releases your head, but still held your body close as he settles on the edge of the bed. you practically collapse on his muscular frame when he finally sits, and that's okay. ♡ krauser made sure he held you tight, wrapping large arms around your body and leaning into you so he could kiss your face.

"tongue out, babe. lemme . . "

you oblige mindlessly, sticking your pretty tongue out for him. krauser's scarred lips wrap around your wet muscle, groaning as he sucked on it. didn't take long 'til he was devouring your spit-stained mouth as you cockwarmed him.

"mmmm. ♡."

CHRIS REDFIELD. ♡

this gif is so? um.

chris usually loves to prep you. loves to spend his time devouring your pussy and having his lips wrapped around that sensitive clit.

but you've got work in an hour, and time isn't a luxury you both have. "chris, j, just the tip, okay?" you say, raisin' your hips as you bent over the dining table; weight propped up on your soft palms. of course you can't say no to him, especially when the outline of his erected cock on his grey boxers is all you've been seeing this morning. but you're just a girl. you have needs and wants.

"just the tip?"

chris asks, pressing his clothed chest against your back. you feel his stubble against your cheek as he pressed open-mouthed kisses on your skin. "i don't . . i don't think i can do it, princess," he whined as his hips push forward. you couldn't utter another word as the leaking head stretches your cunt out.

you shuddered, lips quivering as you clutched on to whatever surface you were bent over on. "y, you caaaan—a, aaah, fuck—you have to . . ” you whined. but chris was greedy. hungry.

he’s not sure where he gets the courage to pull out, but he does. the tip slides out from you with a lewd, almost muted, pop! and you’re both unsatisfied, left yearning with feeling the other completely; but it makes do. it has to. tonight, he can have you for as long as he wanted.

“y/n, p, please—,” he pleads, still fuckin’ you with just the tip. chris can feel just how wet you are, hear how that cunt squelched as bucked his hips. “n, nooo—chris, i’ll—i’ll be late,” “don’t go,” his canines graze your skin, and you squealed when he pushes an inch in. your cunt’s pulsating—trying to accommodate his fat cock without prep. “don’t go—y’don’t h, have to go. please stay,” “ch, chris, i—hnnn!” the rest is completely slammed into you, and your eyes cross. chris takes advantage of your agape mouth, kissing you and letting his tongue glissade over yours.

chris starts to pound that cunt, and muffled cries were swallowed by his lips. you can’t really lie, this felt waaaay better than just the tip. the way the tip bulges out from your lower tummy, the way the pink crown keeps kissing that sensitive cervix, it can’t compare. ever.

“mhhhf,” you groan against his lips, and chris playfully bites down on your lower brim. it was hard to take in air when every thrust into you knocked the air outta your lungs. chris parts from you as he held your hips with those big hands of his.

his pace quickens, ramming into you mercilessly. you're both whimpering, voices blending together in melodious sin; whatever thoughts you had before—gone. not when chris had the skill to turn your brain to mush. "goddd—fuck, y/n. y, y'feel so goooood . . " chris sobbed. if only you could see his face. brows scrunched as he struggled to keep his eyes open; only you could bring these facial expressions to this big, beefy man's face.

you squealed when a hand snakes under your skirt, fingertips rubbing against your neglected clit. "oh fuck!" you mewled, unable to keep your cries to a low. "feel good, princess?" chris purred whilst fucking you into oblivion. "u, uh-huh—♡!" fuuuuck, his balls are fucking throbbing.

"d, don't go . . jus' stay. be my pretty little wife. i can t, take care of you,"

he babbled on, rutting into you, stuffing you full with that veiny cock. chris wants nothing more than to fucking breed you, fill your womb with his cum. "'m g, gonna fucking cum," he pants, chest heaving. but he doesn't stop pummeling that cunt—goes faster, actually. chasing his release and eager to give you yours. the table's creaking, and everything on it shook with every thrust. upstairs neighbour behaviour.

you screamed when he lightly pinches that sensitive bud, and you're seeing stars; mouth agape and back completely arched as he coaxes an orgasm from you. your legs trembled, and chris bit on his lip. "fuuuuck, baby. you're so hot—love you, i love you," "chriiiis, fuckfuckfuckfuuuuck. love youuuuuu . . ♡,"

your lips crash together again, sloppily kissing each other as chris fucks you through your high. he grunts, wrapping his lips 'round your tongue, tasting you. with another slam of his hips, you moan against his mouth when he's completely buried deep in you; thick ropes of cum flooding your creamy, spasming cunt. he can't move any more, can't think anymore. he pulls away from you, because he's sure he'll forget how to breathe.

"oooooh, fuuuck—♡,"

spit's trickling down his stubbled chin, and chris is quiet for a moment; sent to cloud nine and completely fucked out. it takes a minute or two for him to recover, and he tilts your head to the side so he could briefly kiss you while he slid out of your cunt. you both groan, and chris kneads your ass, watching his cum slowly leak from your gaping pussy.

"heheh . . gonna call in sick?"

well, you couldn't feel your legs, so. yes.

CARLOS OLIVEIRA. ♡

carlos watched you writhe whilst you came undone from his tongue. your fingers were tugging on his already disheveled, raven tresses. it's your fifth orgasm—he thinks, if he's counting right; and he'd gladly give you more. his wet kisses trail up your tummy, chest, lips, and you liked how your taste lingered on his tongue.

"carlooos,"

"yes, meu bebê?"

carlos gets a realization tonight.

"want more. 'jus wanna feel you,"

he spoils you a little too much.

your cunt was still twitching with need. you'd do anything to satiate your hunger, anything to relieve that arousal pooling in your tummy. even though he's spent the last few minutes coaxing orgasm after orgasm from you.

but he loved seeing you like this. desperate. needy. like he was the only person you needed. you knew just how to get his gears going without trying. "hmm? but you just came, meu bebê. my beard's still wet," he teased, lips latching on your neck and tracing your skin with sharp canines. you held on to his built biceps, and carlos brings your knuckles to his lips. "j, jus' the tip. please. i want more," "i know, i know, bebê. shh . . "

he can never resist you. especially when you were begging him so prettily. didn't take long for him to prod his tip against your needy hole. you both gasp when the tip slowly sinks in, slowly stretches that wet pussy apart. your nails dig into his skin, and carlos bit his lip. "fuuuck, y/n. your pussy—," fucking warm 'nd tight. clenching on him like you needed him.

carlos didn't mind being bossed around by you, especially by you. he'd do anything you'd ask before you could even blink, but he just has to remind you who's in charge.

you gasped when he slowly sheathes an inch or two into your tight cunt. "carlos, w, what're you—?!" he makes sure to slide in nice and slow, so you'll feel every inch of him splitting him open. and also so he can savour that surprised look in your face.

especially when he harshly shoves the rest of his cock in your leaking pussy, god. you'll kill him. "y, you're so unfair, princesa. so cruel t'me," he cooed, not even giving you the time to process a thought as he began to pound you with ungodly stamina.

"you think i don't have needs too? think i don't need to fuck this cunt and to fuck you 'til you're cockdrunk and overstimulated?" nasty mouth, nastier thrusts. your eyes crossed, body jouncing with every slam forward of his hips.

"c, carlos—h,hnnngg!"

he grins. "yeaaaah, that's right, baby. scream my name." you were so sensitive already, flesh walls spasming around his veiny girth, but fuck, you were oozing so much milky essence, it smeared all over his balls. he leans in so your lips could crash together, and carlos grunts against your mouth as you instinctively wrap you legs around him. of course he had to pick up his pace. why wouldn't he? he was such a good boyfriend to you, paying attention to all your needs.

you whine when he parts from you, but he has to, or else he'd lose his balance. he needed to focus on fucking you, tire his pretty bebê out. he bites his lip when you run your palms all over his built chest and abdomen.

"fuckfuckfuck—carlos—♡!"

a hand wraps around your breast, kneading your tits and running his fingers over your erect nipple. whatever thought you had, he quickly fucked it out from that pretty mind of yours. whatever. not like you needed to think when he could do that for you. well, try.

"y/n—♡ godddd, minha linda garota," [ my pretty girl, ] he babbles on, absolutely hypnotized. god, what were you doing to him? carlos kept pummeling that cunt, bed creaking obnoxiously in the process but it seemed that neither of you cared.

more marks littered his skin, ranging from bites to scratches, and they were definitely going to be sore later, but that's okay, a little pain didn't hurt no one. spit trickles down on carlos's stubbled chin, and you lift yourself up a little jus' so you could lick it up.

"y/n—♡! f, fuck! você é tão porra de suja, m, merda!" [ you're so fucking filthy, shit! ] hooking his arms around your thighs and lifting it up to his shoulders, you squealed when he begins to fuck you faster. harder. sounds of skin slapping growing louder as he rammed you without mercy.

a spare thumb began to trace aimless circles on your clit, and you screamed as an orgasm was ripped from your poor oversensitive cunt. "c, carlos—♡! oh fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuuuuck!" you clutched onto the pillows, sheets, fucking anything. you sobbed, and carlos gently flicks his middle finger against that puffy clit—you squealed as you squirt in small fountains.

"you're sensitive, aren't you, bebê? eu te quebrei, princesa?" [ did i break you, princess? ]

and oh, the way you only responded in fucked out mewls, how fucking precious. now that you've coated his girth in your squirt, it was much easier for him to move in 'n out. you could hear jus' how wet he made you, how that soaking cunt squelched with every thrust. you were such a slut for your boyfriend, and rightfully so.

he stops being cocky when his orgasm nears, grunts turning into high-pitched whimpers as he fucked you into the mattress. carlos tried to keep his monstrous, merciless pace, but fuck, he was so close. the closer he was to filling your cunt up and flooding your walls, the sloppier his hips got, probably from fatigue.

but you were such an angel, his god-sent angel, movin' your hips as you tried to meet his thrusts halfway. carlos could cum at the fucking sight of you trying to fuck yourself against him.

"oh god—♡! oh god, fuck, fuuuuck. vou gozar. vou te engravidar. ai meu deus." [ gonna cum. 'm gonna get you pregnant, oh my god. ] carlos sobbed, and after a few more push of his hips, he's crying out as ribbons of thick cum filled that cunt.

he rides his high out with a few more mindless thrusts, combing a spare hand through his hair. he's in fucking heaven, jesus christ. it's you that brings him back to reality, rubbing his forearm and eventually interlacing your fingers with his.

"oh my god, baby. are you okay?" he caressed your face, and you tiredly smile at him. "never better," you kissed his palm, and carlos tucks away the stray hairs on your face. "you sure? you okay? does anything hurt?" "no, i'm fine. well, a little sore and sensitive, but it's okay. i like it," a grin tugged on his lips, and he shook his head. "you're such a freak, baby. it's okay, i love you," a kiss is pressed on your forehead, nose, and then lips.

you shuddered when he pulls out, and his cum slowly leaks from your used, gaping hole. "i love you . . " you mutter, scooting over to the side so carlos can have the space beside you. he sighs in relief when he finally lays down, absolutely spent. "c'mere," carlos sleepily grunts, pulling you to his arms. you took it upon yourself to cover both your bare, sweaty bodies with the blanket.

"did i tire you out yet?" "hmm . . no, not really," you jeered, and carlos chuckled. "well, i certainly tired myself out," you both laugh, and it didn't take long 'til you both dozed off.

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A/N: thank you so much for reading! more to cum. ;) also, regarding carlos's fics, i will repair them soon and change his bilingual dialogue from spanish to portuguese. i'd like to apologize for mistaking him as hispanic!

[ghoullean]

krauser nsfw alphabet !

to my krauser lovin' shawties out there & to the cutie pie in my asks that made me click my heels and punch the air in glee. love yew!

shameless plug also, i'm getting my arse in gear and finally writing a fucking wesker one shot. i haven't written anything of substance in ages... TRUST IT WILL BE UNLEASHED SOON. AS ALWAYS. MINORS BE GONE. GO.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

krauser might be a little bit too good at aftercare. it rightfully makes you question just how many times he's done it.

if he pulled your hair a little too much, he'll soothe your scalp with the heel of his palm and whisper, "got a little to rough. 'm sorry, alright? can't tell me y'didn't like it though."

krauser is a very big fan of sitting with you until you've recovered. he'll get you what you need but it's fairly basic. he wont bend over backwards for you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

krauser loves his hair and uses the fact he's a natural blonde as a pick-up line most of the time. by god, is everyone sick of fucking hearing it. though, he likes a good set of legs on his partner. big thighs. thigh gaps. he's not picky even though he very well could afford to be. take krauser to the beach? he's flustered and ready to go home within an hour.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he'll come in your mouth specifically so you can spit it right back into his. uses it like saliva. krauser grimaces at himself half the time when he thinks back on it but during the heat of the moment? he's savaging your mouth like an ape.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

truth be told, krauser's an open book. he doesn't hide anything when it comes to sex. he wants something gross? he'll ask and accept the answer but he does have an affliction for public stuff.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

not enough words in the english dictionary to describe to you just how experienced krauser is. he's a beefy guy, people fell all over him in his youth. obviously life got in the way and he was mostly occupied with work but he kept the skills.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

any position, as long as you're up against a wall. he likes the feeling of his muscles pulling tight and burning. sometimes his grip falters and his arms shake viciously to the point where he almost drops you all together but he's stubborn.

"'s alright. can keep goin'-- don't stress 'bout it baby."

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

nothing like a little bit of laughter to draw krauser into the moment. sure, he can be so serious you'd want to give him an oscar but most of the time? he's chuckling a long with you whilst praising you to the high heavens.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

honestly krauser feels like he's too "old" to give a fuck about that stuff. he's all natural baby and he honestly doesn't care about his partner either.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

krauser believes sex is the most intimate act imaginable but hell if he doesn't try to separate himself from that. he'll praise you with the sweetest words then follow up with a quick smack. krauser doesn't like the emotional part of it so much. he'd rather not. keep it casual, yeah?

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he was a marine. it was either his hand or his fellow comrades (not that he was entirely opposed to that idea). he's jerked off more times than he's blinked. war's stressful, alright?

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

eye. contact. you will look at him one way or another. krauser doesn't care if you're shy or if you've got a fucking lazy eye-- he'll grab your face with his rough calloused hand and glare right at you whilst sticking a thumb in your mouth. no escape. sorry!

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

anywhere in public. the adrenaline of potentially getting caught makes him all frenzied and desperate. he'll be as loud as he likes and laugh as you try frantically to keep him quiet.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

a good old fashioned heated argument. you're yelling at him, pacing up and down the kitchen with your hips swaying? krauser has never been more hard in his life. he's yelling at you and pointing fingers and throwing meaningless accusations at you just to see you get all riled up then he's all over you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

he doesn't do choking. he'll put a hand to your throat and give it the lightest of squeezes but krauser doesn't want to see you go all blue. turns him off. makes him feel somewhat bad. he can't enjoy himself whilst you're fighting consciousness. doesn't feel right.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

krauser takes. he'll promise you head afterwards but he always "forgets". it's not even that he doesn't enjoy it because he does. he really loves seeing you all worked up but he gets bored. krauser has a very active brain and he cant focus on one thing for too long.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he'll let you set the pace for the most part. krauser likes to savour it or he cums a little bit too quickly for his liking but you want it rough? hold on for dear life.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

YES YES YES. again, the adrenaline, especially if you're out somewhere. he usually prefers quickies to normal sex. he gets what he wants without the added drama of head or getting you ready beforehand. win win!

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

risks to you aren't risks to him. he's a marine, he's done crazy shit to the point where much doesn't really faze him anymore. he'll experiment also. sex gets boring to him if he does the same thing over and over. he likes variety.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

krauser works himself up to the point where he can't physically last very long. that doesn't stop him from going a few rounds. he'll finish quick the first time and then get himself ready for a few more. he likes to fuck. he's not all that set on cumming alot of the time/

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

krauser doesn't use them on himself. says hes too proud but he'll use them on you if you'd like but he gets a little bit funny about it.

"what? 'm not good enough or somethin'?"

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

krauser's far too damn impatient to tease himself let alone anyone else. when he's drunk though? he'll flirt with a little bit of teasing now and then but it wont last more than five minutes usually.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he'll grunt, that's about it and they're usually fairly quiet. he'll punch out the occasional "fuck" and "'m gonna--" but he relies on you to fill the silence most of the time if he's not outright talking to you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

krauser likes to get a little physical during sex. he'll smack you hard enough that you'll have a big red splotch on your face for a few days but he's not a fan of bruises. doesn't like seeing your face all messed up.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

skin? girl i don't know what to write for this ever. you know what he fucking looks like. it's up to interpretation, he's not real.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE! krauser would take you any hour of the day without question. he could be stone-cold asleep but you wake him and politely ask? he'll spring up like he's never heard the word sleep.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he'll keep going until you fall asleep. he never does. once you say you've had enough, he'll nod and lay on his back but lord he's not sleeping for a little while. not until his hard on goes away.

[frogchiro]

Old fans will remember that I'm a huge sucker for a good ol nasty and sleazy neighbour au...How about something like the sleazy neighbour CoD au but now with RE men?♡

♡ 'Honorably' discharged ex-major Jack Krauser after he sustained a wound to his arm that permanently eliminated him from any further military career and even if not...He wouldn't pass his psych eval test anyway with how damaged the old soldier is. Now he's left with basically nothing but a miserable veteran's pension, a dingy little apartment in some dilapitating building and his building resentment and hate.

♡ Leon S. Kennedy, the 'pretty boy' of the local precinct with a heart as black and wicked as tar. While he started out promising as a aspiring and bushy tailed rookie, it quickly took a sharp turn for the worst possible way. Raccoon City quickly corrupted him and soon bribes, blackmailing and cowing others became bread and butter for him, his favorite targets being pretty doe eyes things.

♡ Albert Wesker, the director of the local hospital who has a...less than bad reputation. In fact bad is a gross understatement. There are many rumours circulating around him, starting from killing the previous director and his patriarch, Dr. Ozwald E. Spencer, in order to gain more influence and take over the 'family business' up to whispers about human trafficking and experimenting on them. Bribing, threatening, intimidating and nepotism is like second nature to him and Wekser doesn't even bat an eye at them anymore, but maybe it's his uncanny and unfeeling attitude that helps him sleep at night...

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hiii! i hope you’re having an amazing day and that ur staying hydrated!!

if you could and if you’re willing, could you do some albert wesker and jack krauser links? feel free to ignore this if you’re not doing requests!! :)

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pls don’t read this if you don’t like porn links please know that the characters are up to age meaning they are either adults or teen ages 18-19

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[ivy-loves-chocolate]

resident evil boys taking readers virginity 👁️👁️

Literally don’t care what boys you write for this prompt I just need Luis 🙏

I gotchu anon. Hope you like these 🥰 Warnings: smut, loss of virginity, oral sex

He wanted to make this night special since it was your first time, so he went above and beyond with the preparations. I'm talking about candles all over the place, rose petals in the bed, champagne, a good movie to relax, and good music to put you both in the mood. During the movie, he initiated everything. He just couldn't wait. He wanted you for so long that it started to hurt.

You'll start to feel his fingers tickling your skin, gently tugging your shirt and going under it. His hand went up to your bra, and there he cupped your breast, massaging it gently. The little sounds that you make while he is touching you are delightful to his ear. He turned his head to look at you, closed the gap between your bodies, and started to kiss you passionately, all while still giving attention to your breast.

He took off your clothes slowly, kissing and tasting every inch of your skin as he exposed you. It was like unwrapping a long-wanted gift, so he took his time.

"Mi alma, you are simply gorgeous," he said as he was looking at your naked body.

His kisses went from your neck to your breast, where he spent some time playing with them. He cupped them as he gave each nipple special treatment, and then moved on to your thighs.

As he kissed you down there, he began to moan as well. His tongue moved in circles around your bud, and over it, he made all sorts of movements just so he could keep hearing you puffing and moaning. You took a fistful of his hair, pressed his face closer to your core, and began to rub your hips all over his face. He was so close that you could feel the vibrations of his own moans. His beard also felt nice over your heated core.

When he inserted two fingers, your grip tightened on both hair and sheets. You rolled your eyes and hips, trying to get more friction.

When he felt you were wet, he stopped and removed his own boxers. Your eyes widdened at the sight of his cock, which was thick, long, and soaked at the top. You knew he was big from the moment you rubbed on him, but you were still surprised at the sight of it.

"Easy, love, I'll go slow. If it hurts, tell me, ok?" He said this as he came on top of you. He suppoerted himself on the elbows. He was looking into your eyes, his gaze so deep that it pierced through your soul. You felt him so close, and you gasped when you felt his tip breaking inside. It stings a little, and you breathe heavily. You dig your nails into his back.

He went slow, he never went with the full length because he wanted you to give you time to adjust. He also began to kiss you again, with the same passion, and he also kept whispering sweet, loving words to your ear. His romantic attitude helped with the pain, and after a few more thrusts, pleasure took its place. It began to feel good—so good that you told him it's fine to increase the pace.

You felt him close, he was listening to your indications, and he knew how to stimulate that spot inside you. Eventually, you felt a familiar pressure in your lower belly, and soon, you were milking him of everything that he had to offer.

He collapsed next to you, pulling you closer to his chest. His big thumb was running circles on your cheek, and the other arm was wrapped around your body. He kept asking if you were alright and if he had done something to hurt you. All these worries took hold of him, and he failed to see how much you enjoyed it, but you showed him when you climbed on top of him for round two.

When he knew that he would be the man to take your virginity, he was very pleased. In his eyes, you were just his property, a useful tool in his arsenal, but that didn't mean he wouldn't take care of you on your special night.

His lips felt like feathers on your skin. His hands moved gently along your curves, grooping the flesh when the kiss got intense.

"On your back," he said almost shyly. His tone was so sweet, so gentle, and so unusual for him.

His lips moved from yours and travled to your neck, giving you soft bites that won't leave marks. His hands moved to your breasts, cupping and massaging them gently.

"Albert," you whispered as he began to rub your nipples with his fingers.

He left your neck and descended further until he reached your breasts. All this time, his lips never left your body, constantly kissing your hot skin, and soon they found your nipples. His tongue twirled around them, going up and down until you were a complete mess down there. He kept on like that until you clearly grabbed his hips and urged him to give you some more friction between your legs.

"Albert, if you keep going like this, I'll cum," you desperately said.

He chuckled but didn't hurry up. He gave both of you nipples one more lazy, long lick before moving on.

"Bastard," you said under your breath.

He finally reached your core, and this is where he finally gives you the attention you want. Two of his fingers enter your hole slowly, as his tongue begins its usual activity on your clit. He moves in perfect rhythm, making you arch your back and call out his name.

You reach out hesitantly to his head, wanting to grab his hair. At first, you gently touched his golden locks, looking for a reaction. Seeing that there is none, you grab a fistful of his hair, but you don't pull hard. Still no reaction, and in fact, he added a third finger, making you gasp. That was the moment when you properly tightened your grip and pulled his hair properly��a moment in which he moans too.

"Are you enjoying this Wesker?" You teased.

"What do you think?" he asked as he pulled out and removed his pants. His cock was thick and long, and it was swollen. His tip was also pretty soaked.

He went on top of you, glued himself to your body, and pushed the first few inches into your cunt. He grunted instantly, as you were so tight. It took every ounce of self-control to not push his dick inside you in one thrust and fuck you sensless. You gasped for air as it began to sting. You dug your nails in his back, leaving small red marks.

Wesker went slow, so slow, and was paying attention to you the whole time. He began to kiss your neck again and also to praise you. You liked when he was being gentle with you, and the more affectionate he'd be, the less it would hurt. Little by little, kiss by kiss, the pain faded, and you began to feel good—so good that you urged him to go faster.

He knew how to rub that spot inside you, and you felt your orgasm approaching.

"Albert..." you started but were cut off instantly by him. He began kissing your lips again, very passionate and almost sloppy.

A few more thrusts, and your cunt was contracting hard around his cock. A few seconds after that, he came as well and filled you to the brim, feeling your belly expand a bit.

When he pulled out, all of that thick cum oozed out of your cunt.

What shocked you was how gentle and caring he was afterwards, but what shocked him more was how fast you climbed on top of him for round two.

He knew it was your first time, so he made sure to clear his schedule so you could get all of his attention.

When you arrived, he poured two glasses of wine and put your favourite movie. You were the one to initiate the foreplay, as you placed a hand on his thigh and squeezed hard enough to make him notice. You noticed how well-toned his leg was when he flexed under your touch.

Then, you moved your hand up until you reached his cock. Yeah, you were feeling brave, especially after those glasses of wine.

He split his legs and allowed you to toy with his growing erection. You felt your legs going weak as you kept massaging his big bulge. You kept thinking, "If he feels this big now, I wonder..." Your thoughts were cut short when you felt two fingers lift your chin. His big, blue eyes were looking at you, admiring your delicate features.

"You are doing great so far," he said with a smirk.

He pressed his lips on yours. The kiss was so gentle and sensual that you felt yourself getting soaked.

He began to undress you, taking time to admire your body. It was like unwrapping a gift.

As you were lying down with your legs spread, his fingers were busy rubbing your clit and his mouth was sucking on your tit. He loved the sweet, sweet sounds that you made, the little moans and puffs, and how you would say his name. You noticed how his cock would twitch every time you said his name.

"Leon..."

another twitch, but this time a small, white bead formed at the tip, which then dropped along the length.

His fingers were moving up and down your bud as his tongue was twirling around your nipple. You gasped when you felt two thick fingers entering you, but it didn't hurt. It felt so good to see how they'd come in and out, and he curled them to stimulate your spot so you could hear angels singing.

"I think you're ready," he said, and he came on top.

The first few thrusts stung a little and made you feel uncomfortable, but he went slow, very slow, so you have time to adjust. He was very careful with you all the time.

When the stinging sensation was fading and pleasure took its place, you told him to pick up the pace, the moment in which he came closer to your body, glueing himself to you, and buring his face at the crook of your neck. He caressed various portions of your flesh by kissing them and occasionally biting you gently. He loved when he was all over you like that, and that showed by how enthusiastic he trhusted his hips.

You dig your nails on his back, leaving small marks that would faint shortly. It was the first time when you felt this full, and as overhwelming as it was, you never wanted him to stop. He also knew how to stimulate that spot inside you, which made your toes curl and caused you to become louder and louder.

"Leon, I..." you said as you felt your orgasm approaching.

"I know, babe, I feel it too."

His cock was throbbing like crazy before entering you, but now it was pure torture, especially since you were so tight. When he felt your cunt contracting around his sore cock, he couldn't control himself anymore. It came instantly, filling you to the brim.

Leon collapsed near you and pulled you into a tight embrace. Between heavy breaths, he asked if you were alright. He was worried about you, and he was also worried if he did something to hurt you. However, his worries began to fade when you asked for a second round.

He wanted to make something special for you. This touch-looking man is actually a softie inside, so he made sure that everything was perfect for your first time. He got vanilla-scented candles, champagne, chocolate, and he even cooked.

You were the one to initiate the act as you began to caress his chest softly. His big arm was wrapped around your body, and he'd stand to mimic your movements. When you felt more courageous, you slid your hand underneath his shirt and started touching his torso, blushing when feeling his toned abs.

One thing led to another, and now Kauser was on top of you, kissing you very passionately. His hands were squeezing your breasts while his tongue was busy capturing yours. He was a good kisser, and he knew how to touch you. That was shown by your actions, as you kept moaning and rolling your hips underneath him, urging him to move on already.

He couldn't help himself and stopped by your breasts to give them a little attention, licking and sucking on those hard nipples. While his mouth was busy with one, the other would pinch and twist your sensitive part, making sure they both got the same appreciation.

"Jack..." you called him, hoping he would get the hint.

"I'm sorry, I got carried away."

He went between your legs and wasted no second. His tongue quickly found your clit and began to circle it relentlessly. He loved the sweet sounds that'd come out of your mouth as they persuaded him into toying with your little cunt all night.

He inserted some fingers inside you just so he could hear you getting louder. He curled them inside you, finding that spot and rubbing it fast enough to make you pant and grab the sheets.

It overwhelmed you already, but you were still a sucker for new sensations.

He came on top of you and glued himself to your body. You got a glimpse of his cock and got a little worried.

"Hey, everything will be fine," he said after noticing your expression. "I'm here all the way. Just tell me if it hurts, and I'll stop, ok?"

You nodded, closed your eyes, and took a deep breath. You felt his lips touching yours, and you wrapped your hands around his neck. The kiss was gentle, not so chaotic as early. It still didn't distract you from the sudden pain you felt when he inserted the first inches. A whelp came out of your lips, and he didn't push further. Instead of going at a slow pace, he kept kissing you, and he told you countless times how good you're doing.

Eventually, after all that praising and slow progress, you began to feel good and demanded he move a little faster.

He knew his ways, and he quickly managed to rub that spot inside you. His thick cock went in and out of your tight cunt at a normal pace now, making you both moan and call each other's names.

"Jack..." You felt your orgasm approaching, so you held tight. You wanted to feel him close, as these new sensations were very overwhelming.

"I know, babe," he said between grunts.

A few more thrusts, and you felt thick, hot shots of his cum filling you up. Calling his name, you let the orgasm wash over you. A white veil lowered over your eyes, your toes curled, and you held him tight. Your walls kept milking him until the very last drop.

He collapsed next to you and pulled you closer to his chest. Krauser kept praising you, saying how good you were and how well you took him. A few worries got to his mind, but they were soon cast aside once you climbed on top of him for round two.

Captain, my captain. This man is so responsible and overprotective, and when he found out that he would soon be the first man to ever take your virginity, he felt like he had such a huge task ahead of him.

He overdid himself with the preparations. He got some expensive wine, cleaned the apartments thoroughly, and prepared a nice playlist.

His touch was so gentle on your body. His hands slid up and down your curves as he kissed you so passionately. He pushed you on the bed and climbed on top of you, his beard tickling your skin.

He started with your neck, then lowered to your breasts, which he massaged the whole time. His fingers would relenttlessly go over your hard nipples, making you arch your hips and meet his erection. His bulge was big, and it made you wonder if he would fit inside.

His tongue circled your nipples a few times before descending again, leaving a trail of kisses on your hot skin. He reached your core, placed your legs over his big shoulders, and began to kiss you again on your lips. Then he parted them, revealing your clit and started sucking it.

Your moans made his cock twitch in his pants, and he felt himself getting soaked.

His tongue and fingers worked hard to make you ready, and when the time came, he removed his boxers and approached you.

"What if..." you began as you parted your legs.

"It will be alright, I'm here."

The first inches sting, and he went very, very slowly. He asked constantly how you were feeling and if you wanted him to stop, but you assured him you're fine.

His body was pressed tight against yours, his fuzzy chest tickling your skin. He was so warm and gentle, and you felt so safe between his big arms. Because you felt so safe with him, you started to enjoy it little by little until you moaned again. You wrapped your legs around his waist and urged him to go faster.

You were both moaning and panting. He was so delighted by how good your tight cunt felt, and your body went numb from how good he felt inside you. The more he rubbed that spot inside you, the faster the pressure in your lower abdomen increased.

"Chris..." you whispered faintly and hugged him tight.

"I know. I feel it too."

In a bit, you cunt kept contracting around his cock, milking him of everything he had to offer. He filled you to the brim, and when he pulled out, some of his semen oozed out.

He collapsed near you, pulling you close to his chest. He kept kissing you—your forehead, cheeks, and lips. Also, he asked you constantly if you were alright and if you enjoyed it. Chris was very concerned about you, but all of his worries faded when you climbed on top of him for round two.

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Incorrect Quotes

(Y/n) - You ever notice that Major Krauser has tactical butt cheeks? (X)

Leon - *looks at (Y/n) bewildered* What the hell are you talking about?

(Y/n) - Next time the Majors wearing tactical pants, just look at his ass. I'm telling you, he's got those tactical butt cheeks.

*A few days later*

Leon - *approaches (Y/n) looking lost* Tactical butt cheeks. *he agrees with a solemn look*

(Y/n) - See I told you!

Jack - *having overhead both conversations, smirks to himself with pride, before sauntering past them while wearing his snuggest tactical pants*

[itsraven0v0]

*unangries myyour Krauser*

[lilith0fthevalley]

To Haunt A Monarch {Ghost!Krauser x Fem!Reader}

Content Warning: This story contains body horror, psychological manipulation, disturbing imagery, and themes of identity loss, trauma, and possession. It features violence, death, and unsettling behavior, as well as gaslighting and loss of control. Reader discretion is advised.

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Jack Krauser is dead. Has been for years. 

You remember the day you learned of his death, the shock settling in your chest like a stone. He was someone you’d worked with on countless missions, someone you respected. To hear that he’d been taken out by someone he once mentored was a shame. The virus he’d injected himself with—his attempt to artificially enhance his strength—only made things worse. But that was his choice, not yours.

Regardless, Sergeant Major Jack Krauser is dead.

.

.

.

So why is it that his image is haunting you?

For weeks now, the memory of your old mission partner, Jack Krauser has been infecting your dreams, lurking in the back of your mind like an illness you can’t shake. Handprints on the condensation of your bedroom window. The symbol of his knife in the steam on your bathroom mirror after a shower. Even small things—creaks in the floorboards that sound too much like footsteps, the fleeting shape of his silhouette in the corner of your vision. 

No... Jack Krauser is dead.

You're jolted from your thoughts by Alex, your fiancé, placing a hand on your knee. ‘Shit. That's right. I was talking.’ You blink, refocusing on him. "What do you mean you want to skip movie night?" you ask, quirking an eyebrow. "What could you possibly be doing instead, my love?"

Alex barely looks up from tying his boots, his fingers moving with a practiced, almost mechanical precision. "Just gotta hit the gym," he mutters, his voice lower, rougher than usual. That's new.

You cross your arms and raise an eyebrow. "The gym? Since when do you skip cuddles and popcorn for lifting weights? Who even are you?"

His movements stutter for a second before he exhales through his nose and looks up at you. For a brief moment, something flickers in his gaze—not annoyance, not guilt, but something cold and unreadable. He smirks, but it’s not the goofy, playful smile you’re accustomed to, No… It doesn’t quite reach his eyes. "Maybe… I just want to be stronger."

Your stomach tightens. Alex has never been obsessed with fitness. Sure, he’s always been active, but this—this obsession, these late nights, sudden diet changes, the way he looks at you—it’s all wrong. And then there are the dreams. Whispers in the dark. A voice that sounds like Alex, but you know it’s not. The voice is deeper, older, raspier. It’s paired with a presence that hovers over you. Too close for comfort and breathing down your neck. 

You miss me, don’t you? 

A shiver runs down your spine.

Maybe it's stress. Maybe Alex is just going through a phase. Or maybe—just maybe—something else is looking back at you through his eyes…

You blink, shaking off the ridiculous and unsettling thoughts. ‘Bad brain! No more horror movies or games for a while!!’ you scold yourself before replying to your fiancé. "Alright... I can push it off for next time," you relent, wrapping your blanket tighter around you. Disappointment gnaws at you, but you don’t protest.

Alex’s smirk falters, just for a second. It’s like he’s testing you, gauging your reaction. Then he exhales, rolls his shoulders, and stands. Taller than you remember. Broader, heavier, filling more space than he should. “Atta girl,” he murmurs, ruffling your hair. It’s teasing, but condescending, like he’s above you now.

He grabs his keys, phone, wallet and heads for the door. The weight of his boots thuds against the floor as he walks. Your stomach churns. Something is amiss. Your Alex—the man who would’ve stayed with you, who used to make you laugh with his silly movie references—would’ve noticed your disappointment. But this version of him barely looks back. When he finally does, standing at the door, his lips curl into…something that isn’t quite a smile.

"You’ll be proud of me…  soon enough," he says, then walks out.

Left in a daze, you find yourself upstairs in the guest bedroom, staring at the open closet. Inside are remnants of the past—memories you’ve been too lazy to pack away. You pull down boxes, letting the memories flood back: your first basic training, graduation, missions, promotions. And then... the first mission with Jack.

You stop at a photo of him, his arm draped over your shoulder. He was a giant compared to you. A pang of nostalgia hits, but you force it aside, continuing to sift through the boxes. You find an old windbreaker with your code name embroidered on it: Monarch. Smiling, you trace your thumb over the letters. So many memories tied to that name… 

But that’s a time you’ve moved past.

Then you feel it. A sharp pain in your finger. You curse and pull your hand away, blood dripping into the box. You hurry to the bathroom to clean it up, bandage your hand, and return to the box. This time, you poke through with more care, and that's when you see it—Krauser's uniform. Pants. Compression shirt. That fucking beret. And his knife.

"Ah, so you're the fucker that cut me," you mutter, picking up the knife with care. It’s cold in your hand, the last real piece of him you have. You shake your head, plucking up the beret too, scrutinizing them. ‘I’ll just keep these two. There’s no reason to hold onto everything else.’ You set them aside and stand to toss the rest of his things out.

Downstairs, the door slams. "Back," Alex’s voice drifts up. He sounds hoarse.

You frown, stepping toward the banister. "Hey, sweet man!" you call out. He looks up, a small grin pulling at his lips. "There she is." His voice is rougher, colder.

"How was your workout?" you ask, bracing against the railing.

"Fine, I guess," he shrugs, holding a white plastic bag—one you didn’t see when he left.

"You stop somewhere on the way home?" You gesture to the bag.

He stares at it for a moment, then shrugs again. "Nah. Just cleaned out my car. You know how I am." His tone is flat, drained. "I’m beat, so I’m gonna shower and turn in."

You blink, thrown off by the sudden dismissal, but wave it off. You’ll talk about your closet cleanout tomorrow.

Days pass, and the strange happenings around the house only escalate. The atmosphere feels off, like the walls are watching you. Even Alex is different. More muscular. Which, sure, you’re not complaining about that, but its suddenness is strange.

Today, you decide to clean the house to clear your head. As you open the bathroom cabinet on Alex’s side, you find a receipt for hair bleach. A frown pulls at your lips. ’Did I buy this? No, I haven’t used box bleach in years.’ Then you remember—it’s under his side of the sink. ’Did… Did Alex buy this?’

You hear a noise downstairs and lunge to your bedside table to grab your retired, but trusty service weapon. Silently, you strain your ears for the sound. Footsteps? Maybe an animal? A tree branch? You can’t place it. It’s storming outside, but it sounds too familiar... Too deliberate. Maybe you’re just letting the poor decision of having a horror movie marathon get to you too much. Ghosts aren’t real. Everything happens for a reason. 

Shaking it off, you open the drawer at your bedside table to put your pistol away—but the knife and beret aren’t there anymore…

A cold panic rises in your chest.

You rush downstairs, calling out. "Alex?"

There’s no answer.

You grab your phone and dial his number. It rings once, then he answers with a voice that makes your blood run cold. "Yeah? You need something, sweetheart?" His tone is smooth, but there’s something wrong—predatory.

"Alex, did you go through my bedside table?" You demand, panic seeping into your words. "There’s a red beret and- and a long knife missing... Please, please tell me you’ve seen them."

There’s a pause, then a low, raspy chuckle.

"Missing, huh? I haven’t touched anything in that drawer that wasn’t mine." His voice drops, and you hear the faintest smile in his words. You can feel your blood rushing in your ears.

"Don’t worry, babe. I’ll take good care of 'em. You don’t need those old memories anymore."

You freeze, the air in your lungs suddenly cold. 

"You’ll see me soon enough. Don’t you want that... Monarch?"

Your blood runs cold. That isn’t Alex.

You hang up and sprint for your emergency bag, grabbing your things and running for the door. You have to get out. Have to leave. Have to escape. The ‘flight’ in fight or flight has become your master.

When you reach your car, keys in hand, you hear a voice.

"Leaving so soon?"

Your stomach twists. Don’t look. Don’t acknowledge him.

But you turn. And you wish you hadn’t.

There, standing in front of you, is what’s left of your fiancé. Blue eyes empty, hair military-short, wearing Krauser’s beret. The same imposing figure. But most of all, you see the bloody gash at the corner of his lip, still fresh. In his hand, the knife. His knife. It’s still dripping with viscera—Blood and tissue cling to the blade like a stain.

Alex Krauser laughs, the sound that used to comfort you now a chilling rasp.

"What’s wrong, Monarch?” He mocks in a low, devoid tone.

.

.

.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost."

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[angelicanfk]

FORGET about wesker. I want , no, I NEED to be non-con by KRAUSER

[sinsofnivan]

Can we please get a jealous Krauser smut!! Preferably one where the reader works for Wesker 🙏🙏 I’m a fiend for your Krauser works! 😭😭

not mine. yet. — JACK KRAUSER x YOU! — SMUT!

divider gif belongs to kdanie.

SUMMARY: krauser's fed up with your wesker-pleasing tendencies.

PAIRING: JACK KRAUSER/you

TAGS: jealous sex, rough sex, spit play, edging, unprotected sex, creampie, pre-re4 krauser + wesker, possessive krauser, mean krauser

A/N: hi chat :D

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

tonight was supposed to be fun, enjoyable. sure, it wasn't anywhere fancy. but your schedules freeing up at the same time was a luxury enough. so staying in plus all your favourite food and snacks sufficed for the both of you. and, besides. it was you that krauser was there for, not dessert or the movie. it was all about you and him and nothing else—clearly, your phone going off every five minutes didn't get the memo. you were kind enough to not check your texts in front of him, but krauser knew if he excused himself to the restroom you'd busy yourself with reading your messages. 

and he was right. 

cerulean gaze eyed over your seated frame, head hung low as your phone's soft light gently illuminated your features. his brows furrow. 

"jack, i'm sorry. wesker wants me to sort out some new intel on los illuminados,"

scoff.

"what, seriously? all you do is work. you deserve some time off,"

"yeah, but wesker needs those organized files asap . . "

–

"wesker this, wesker that. fuck, shut the fuck up."

he’s mean, angry—projecting it into the equally harsh and cruel pumps of his fingers. all your protests are muffled into his palm, unspoken, but definitely heard. tear-coated eyes are trained on his knuckles, covered in your cream and continuing to leak more with every slide in. there wasn't much you could do but hold onto his forearm as your cunt leaked from the rough thrusts of his thick digits, not much you could do but take it. 

it's no mistake that his palm keeps brushing over your clit, that his fingerpads kept grazing on the deepest, most erogenous parts of you. he wanted to coax out these pathetic whimpers from you, make your knees and legs buckle 'til you had no strength to lift your mass up, 'til you were stupid from the overwhelming pleasure. oh, how he reveled in your depravity. he didn't need words to know you enjoyed being helpless beneath him. your cunt did aaaall the talking, squelching with every curl, with every pump.

"i'm fed up. fuckin' fed up with your games." he scowled, unable to control the sneer that contorts his scarred mien. you could feel the butterflies in your tummy, an orgasm quickly creeping up on you. he's akin to a heartless beast, anger manfesting so viscerally . . it made you shudder.  "thinkin' y'can do anything without any consequences, huh?" you were jus' about to let your lids flutter shut, but krauser quickly interrupts when he lightly slaps your cheek with his spit-coated palm. 

"no, no. don't you dare look away, slut. look at me. who's making you feel good, huh?" you shrieked when he buried his digits knuckles deep in you, deep enough that his thumb could jus' easily reach and circle over your needy clit. "y, you are!" you sobbed, lips glossy with your own saliva. 

"who?" 

oh he was evil, purposefully ramming his fingers as mercilessly as he could so you'd stumble and stammer on your words. of course, it worked like a charm. there was little to no coherence in your words. krauser was satisfied, a mischievous grin tugging on the edges of his scarred lips. "j, jaackk—you are, y, youu . . h, haaaah . . ♡!" 

you writhed and squirmed beneath him, hips bucking subconsciously as you chase that peak. krauser's not new to your body language, your body. he knows it better, better than anyone; he knows just when to pull out his fingers and deprive you of that bliss. it's cute how you try 'n hump the air, whining like a brat when you deserve to be punished like this. 

"n, nooo . . " "doesn't feel good, does it?" he cooed, thumb caressing your cheek. you sniffled. "do you think bad girls like you should cum? do you even deserve it?" a thumb's circling over your throbbing clit, slow enough to give you pleasure but not an orgasm. "yes, y, yes, i des, deserve—deserve it!" poor little thing, krauser's done nothing but laugh at your face, mocking your stuttering. "deserve it? after cancelling on me again and again, choosing him over me . . " you hear the loud slap! and the pain comes right after, makin' that pretty cunt twitch as he slapped it again. 

"do you think he can make you wet like i do, sweets? i just slapped your pussy, and jus' . . " your cheeks are heating up with embarrassment as he began to spread your cunt—hole bare for him to see as it twitched and leaked with your juices. "j, jack ple—," "look at that. you're so fucking wet." if you were good,  he would have given it a kiss—lapped up your clit 'til you were brimming with overstimulation. but you just had to piss him off today, didn't you?

"you wanna cum? y'gotta earn it, sweetheart."

you swallow nervously.

⟡ 

"grrrlk—!"

"fuck, oh my god baby . . you're . . hnngggg—drooling everywhere,"

you were trying to not cry as he buried his cock deep in your throat. it's cute how you're blinking up at him, attempting to keep your tears from streaming; but it's impossible because he's fucking pushing your head down, nose tickled by golden tufts. breathing was a luxury in an arm's reach—but krauser wasn't granting it. "y'wanna breathe?" the noise that fills the air is nothing but gibberish. to krauser, it's fucking music to his ears. "what was that?" nod. he hisses when he feels your throat convulse around his girth.

y'were so pretty, lookin' up at him with lidded eyes 'nd seeing you frantically tap on his leg . . gorgeous, gorgeous girl. under his mercy. his. you take a lungful, soothing that ache to breathe. without beads of tears to blur your sight, you get to see him properly; buff body covered by a thin layer of sweat, hair disheveled under his palm, pupils dilated as he adored your pretty spit-riddled face. 

"there y'goo, breathe, baby," he cooed, lightly tapping on your cheek. "who owns you?" "y, you do . . " you mumble weakly. he could only grin, sitting up so he'd be closer to you. "atta girl. tongue out," he earns himself a groan from you as rough, calloused fingers snare your jaw—but you oblige anyway, tongue lulling out like a good little girl. without hesitation, krauser spits into your mouth. the butterflies in your stomach flutter without delay. you swallowed. it was almost automatic, and god, did that make krauser's cock twitch. jus' like you, he had his own needs. you knew what to do the second he laid back down.

plump lips nicely wrap around his pink tip, tongue running over the protruding vein that ran down the underside of his shaft. krauser hisses through gritted canines, eyes daring to roll back. "fuuuuck, jesus. your mouth's s, so fucking—," his words are caught in his throat, robbed by your hollowed cheeks. you looked so cockdrunk, not a single thought behind your pretty, teary eyes.

it made krauser so feral. 

you only process the heat of krauser's palms on the sides of your head, fingers entangling themselves with your already tousled hair, and then—

"hrggkk—!"

his cock's bulging from your throat, nose back to brushing against his golden curls. taking initiative, krauser starts his brutal thrusts, facefucking you as deep 'nd hard as he could. saliva keeps leaking from the sides of your mouth with every reflexive spasm of your throat. "this fucking mouth—," his hips jerk upward, fueled solely by instinct. "is mine. mine—," he growled, jealousy bleeding through his thrusts. tears just can't help but stream down your cheeks, just like how you couldn't help your cunt from twitching in need. 

every harsh shove makes you dizzier and dizzier, nicely fucking out any rational thought out of that pretty head. don't worry, pretty girls like you didn't need to think. "gonna cum in your throat, fuck!" krauser whined. how couldn't he? your mouth was so warm, you looked so, so, so beautiful all sloppy and covered in your spit, oh my— "gooood, fuck—," he's just as out of breath as you are, not even realizing the drool that's dripping down his neck. he's too immersed in you—quite literally—to even care. 

another push into your throat, and he breaks. the noise he made was raw, guttural, spilling without restraint as his hips automatically buck into you. you feel the pulsating of his cock, and then the warmth that shoots down your throat; thick spurts of his semen filling your mouth 'til it was spilling from your lips. 

your reddening, watery eyes are wide once you realize he was holding your head down, forcing you to take it all while he gives you a nasty throatpie. you gag, throat convulsing, but krauser doesn't even budge, only chuckling. "thaat's it, fuuuck . .  swallow all of it. god, fuck . . " 

before darkness could completely cloud your vision, krauser slowly lets his semi-soft cock slide out from your lips. it's covered in your spit—you're covered in your spit, and krauser adores your fucked out face. and he was just gettin' started. what would you look like if he finally stretched out that pussy? 

tugging your arm with his crushing vice, you find yourself on all fours; fingers clutching on your soft pillows while you raise your hips for him. you shuddered when he kneads your ass, spreading them apart and toying with your holes with his spare hand. "look at you. dripping from sucking cock?" krauser whispered, in awe at how pretty your cunt twitched 'round nothing.

you squeaked when you feel his cockhead slap against your folds, and from the sound alone; you could hear just how soaked you were. even more sinful is the first inch, your folds slickly spreading, the squelch loud and shameless. "fuck, you're so—," krauser's eyes roll, scarred mouth falling agape as he continued to stretch you out inch after inch. it was unbearable—the intrusion—but still, he isn’t all the way in. 

his grip on your hips tighten, and without another warning, krauser bottoms out in your quivering, dripping cunt. you're fucking dumbfounded, whimpering and collapsing while your knees buckle beneath you. a calloused palm lands on your rear, and a squeal—your squeal—follows suit. "y'better not be passin' out on me, y/n," he'd growl, pulling out jus's so he could slam back into you. 

"we're just—shit! gettin' started,"

nothing's gonna stop krauser now, not even himself. your ass collides with his pelvis as he begins to pound you. it's brutal and definitely mind-shattering. "a, aaah—jack!" you whimpered, wrapping your arms around a pillow. "he could never fuck you like i can," with possessiveness unleashed, krauser's twice as mean, twice as cruel now. filled with nothing but the urge to mark you with teeth and to breed; maybe if he got you pregnant, wesker would finally leave you alone. a hand nestles 'neath your lower belly, palming the bulge that poked through your skin. he was— 

"s, so deep . .  h, haaaah . .  you're g, gonna break me!" 

"good."

he starts to rut into you harder, faster—trying to stay as deep as he can. your words have successfully melted into whimpers, eyes rolling to the back of your head while he wrecked your fucking insides. "you feel this, huh?" pressure sinks under his fingertips, digging into the soft flesh of your tummy. you sobbed, completely overwhelmed with bliss. the added sensation from his fingertips make you fucking whimper. your body quake with tremendous pleasure. 

you’re under his mercy. helpless. all you could do was moan and wail while his cock nicely kissed your cervix over and over and over again. "i own you. you're mine. fucking mine," the warmth of his chest meets your back, caging you completely; your skin—ear—is within his tongue's reach. and he doesn't hesitate, dragging it up the edges of sensitive auricle. "i love you, i love you . . you're mine. fucking mine," it's like he was in this . . trance. he jus' can't stop pounding you. can't stop snapping those hips and making you wail for him. "i love you—jack, love you, love y, you! only you!" 

well, one could only say the same for you, too. 

his balls twitch, throbbing with the need to cum in you and get that womb knocked up. the hand caressing the bulge from your tummy retires, and even then, you can still feel him stretching you so deep. "wanna break you—need you fuckin' cockdrunk on this dick, baby," vulgarity 'n spit drips from his tongue, down your jaw when he began leaving open-mouthed ( tongue kisses, basically. ) on your cheek.  

a harsh slam of his hips buries his cock completely deep, pressed uncomfortably against that tender barrier of your cervix. "i'm not all the way in yet, baby . . " he cooed, scarred lips parting to taste the sweat 'n taste of your skin. "jack, i'm s, so—," your words dissolve on your tongue when the both sides of your hips are secured in his vice, almost immediately followed by circling rolls of his hips.  "so what, princess? use your words . . . " he absent-mindedly says, brows furrowed together. he's a little too occupied right now . . .

"s, so sensi—♡!?" 

"oooooh fuck,"

with a tug on your hips, he finally buries himself balls-deep, cock bullying past every twitching inch of your cunt and into your cervix. your love-filled eyes are wide, doe-like. krauser doesn't get the full-view of it, but you're fucking babbling, sobbing. he doesn't need to see how dumb you looked right now. fuck, he just wants to breed you. "yeaaah, baby. you feel that? huh?" krauser mutters against your cheek. "don't pass out on me now, sweets. 'm not yet done," 

him dragging his hips back is your undoing—whole body quaking as you squirt pathetically at the sensation. you can barely register his laughing, because this bastard's pounding you again; making sure that every slam of his hips rocks your whole fucking being. you only scream his name, his pillows crumpled in your fist. "you're mine—right?" stupid boss. stupid job. y’don’t gotta go to work. you only need him. you nod. but that's all you could do, to nod. too stupid to crawl away, or even utter a legible word. 

thick digits find your jaw, tilting up along with your lust-clouded haze. krauser doesn't hesitate—will never hesitate—to crash his lips into yours into a fiery kiss; abundant of tongue and spit. all your noises are hushed by his scarred lips, leaving only the sounds of skin-to-skin collision and springs supporting both your frames to reverberate in the room. 

you don't notice it—not when his tongue's busy invading your warm mouth—but his thrusts have gotten erratic and have lost its cadence. you moan the same, feel the same, cunt clenching around him the same whilst he clumsily slammed into your messy cunt. one last snap of his hips, and he's fucking cumming. "fuck, fuck!" he sobbed after breaking away from your liplock. he's shuddering, whimpering, forcing himself as deep as he could whilst thick semen floods your walls, your womb. he's spent, eyes rolled back to his sockets while he chases that addictive high with shallow thrusts. 

"take it. fucking take it. y, yeaaaah—that's it. good fucking girl. 'm gonna get this cunt knocked up," you groaned as krauser practically rests his whole body weight on you, your pussy impeccably stuffed and stretched to the brim. "j, jack," there's really no point in squirming. what're you gonna do, push him off? to make matters betterworse, krauser sneaks a palm under you, cupping that bulge 'n giving it firm squeezes. 

you hadn't realized you passed out until you woke up. there's no weight on your body except for a muscular arm, protectively holding you from behind. "jack?" "i'm here," a reassuring kiss is placed on your temple, on your cheek. "hi, baby. you passed out." "i did?" "mhhm." jack buries his face in the crook of your neck, taking in your natural and highly intoxicating smell. 

"i don't wanna go to work . . "

krauser tries to hide his grin.

"it's okay, sweetheart. i took care of wesker."

CALL WITH MR. WESKER ENDED — 2:59:03

end.

DEDICATED TO: @gremlinfuck

A/N: ive been working on this for TOO LONG. sorry if it was sloppy huhu

[bitingbody]

you know i'm cocky

18+ only, please!!

wc: 2.9k

warnings: combat, period sex, oral sex (reader receiving), blood kink, mild degradation, begging, multiple orgasms

Naturally, it had to happen on a combat day. You’d never had great luck, so it shouldn’t be surprising, but it still blows. As the Major has all of you engaging in paired sparring, you’re hoping for once that his eyes avoid you, because you’re about to slam face-first into the ground for the second time today. The hand of your opponent is merciless, tangled in your hair as you’re pinned down. Unpleasant blood streams from your nose on impact and you swallow back a groan. 

Sure, the bloody nose felt like shit, but didn’t compare to the agonizing pain in your abdomen. Part of you wants to lay right here, the feeling of laying belly-flat a nicer one than tensed, ready to strike or dodge, but a signature thick boot enters your vision and dread washes over you, clearing your head instantly.

“Real slow today, rookie,” Major Krauser’s voice drones on above you. He moves closer, nudging your forehead and slithering his shoe under your head until the toe of his boot raises you up by your chin. His red beret casts a shadow over his face, shrouding his hard disapproval in an even more intimidating light. “You trying to show your bunkmates how to get their asses kicked?” 

You don’t want to dignify that with a reply, but he cocks his head and you feel the boot under you press harder to your throat. 

“No, major,” you say. 

He lets up and you get to your feet, resisting running your hands down your uniform to rid yourself of the gravel now clinging to it. You stand straight, watching him watch you. 

He’s squinting, but he doesn’t say what’s on his mind. Just takes a step back and nods to the one who’d taken you down. “Again.” 

Fuck’s sake. You get into position, protecting your oversensitive abdomen with your arms locked in front of it. As they strike, you dodge and then manage a kick to the side that sends them flying. The mere effort of lifting your leg that high sends a powerful sting through your thighs up to your lower spine. You bite the inside of your cheek, watching your opponent approach you again. Krauser’s arms are crossed, watching the both of you circle each other like prey. 

“Don’t hesitate,” he barks after you’ve taken a second too long. “You think you have this much time out there? I could have knocked the two of you out cold by now. Go.” 

If only to get it over with, you take the shortcut of running directly at them, but before you can get in the strike to the shoulder like you’ve been planning— you’re grabbed and turned, effectively caught by your own momentum. An arm winds around your neck and the following lack of oxygen comes as a relief. 

“That’s three,” Krauser says, walking into your line of vision. He nods at your partner and the pressure on your trachea disappears. 

You stare, hating the scrutiny but more so needing this to end so you can have the small pleasure of laying down for a moment. 

“Everyone’s dismissed,” he announces, eyes not breaking contact with yours. “Take today as a lesson: don’t make the same mistakes as your fellow recruits. I don’t repeat myself.” 

As all of you turn to leave, he makes a tch noise under his breath, suddenly awfully close to you. The hair on the back of your neck rises. 

“Not you,” he says. “You’re coming with me.” 

The two of you end up in his bunk— much larger than the ones you shared, and most obviously, only housing him— and he seats himself behind his desk. Only after a gesture for you to join him, you take the remaining chair. One fist comes up on the wood and another follows. Your eyes trace the fall as his shoulders relax for likely the first time in hours. But you’re taken out of your idle admiration when he speaks again. 

“Either you tell me what’s going on with you,” he starts. “Why one of my most proficient couldn’t even get in one win, or I will have it so you practice all night so that never happens again on my watch.” His eyes bare into yours and you swallow thickly. Of course the answer’s stupid. He’s going to tell you to suck it up and deal like everyone else. You’re hardly the first here to be on your period. 

Residual adrenaline swirls around your stomach and you breathe out through your nose. “It’s nothing.”

He stands again, rounds the desk, and hovers over you. “Don’t lie to me,” Krauser hisses sharply. “You’ve never been that unfocused, rookie. That could get you killed. I don’t prepare you for your grave— I train you to thrive.” He leans further into your space. “So, one more time— what made it so that all you did today was trip over yourself and fuck up?” 

You mumble an answer. 

Krauser frowns, both arms caging you in the chair. “You can handle a knife but you can’t speak with confidence?” 

You say it again, louder and not without your ears heating up, part embarrassment and part fury at being singled out like this. You’re sure this doesn’t happen with your teammates, but the very second you get sloppy, the Major’s ready for some intervention. 

The answer makes a slow smile curl across his lips. “Oh,” he says, voice having dropped. A low heat simmers in your gut as he moves down to his knees, arms still keeping you trapped where you sat. “And you thought best to hide that from me?” 

Unsure of what to do here, you nod. 

“You should know by now that when you’re here, taking orders, training, I own you. Is that clear?” 

“Yes, Major,” you reply. 

He nods. “Good.” His arms move suddenly, hands tight around your ankles. Before you can compute what he’s about to do, you feel your shoelaces being untied. Sudden humor overtakes you at the situation as soon as it becomes clear— he thinks he can watch you get tossed around, degrade you for it, and then have you pliant just because you’re in pain? You laugh. 

Krauser stops, raising a brow. “Is something funny?” 

You suppress a smile. Yeah, something’s fucking hilarious. “No disrespect intended, Major, but do you think this is how that’s going to go?” 

He narrows his eyes, opens his mouth—

“—No,” you say, voice entering sickly sweet territory. “If you want to have me after enjoying the sight of me getting kicked into the ground, you don’t get it easy.” As you speak, you carefully watch his pupils dilate. “And I don’t think you want it easy, either.” 

The power shift is delicious. Perfect, even. He’s already on his knees, so it makes it wonderfully easy for you to squeeze your leg between his, boot finding exactly what you knew would be there. At the press to his clothed erection, his eyes flutter beautifully, but he doesn’t move or make a sound. 

“Have you ever been told no in your life?” You ask. 

Krauser grits his teeth. “You don’t know anything about me, rookie.” 

You shrug, playing at nonchalance even though this is a decent bit off putting. You’d only seen this man at his most authoritative, but having him like this…? Fuck, you’d never considered the possibility. 

“I know how badly you want this. Already hard at the fucking mention of my period.” You deliver a soft kick between his legs and he grunts, an endearing flush hardly visible on his cheekbones. That’s a first. You had no idea your Major could blush so pretty. And, well, you imagine he didn’t go flaunting that either. 

In a moment of boldness, you divest him of his hat and with your free hand, go for the zipper on your pants. His eyes follow as you tug it down and then force your underwear out of the way. The smell of copper permeates in the air as your bloodstained undergarments move to accommodate your hand. Underneath, you’re already wet, and the first touch to your clit makes you pull in a harsh sigh. Between your legs, Krauser shifts. You smile at him, moving your pointer in a leisurely circle as you talk. 

“You thought you’d get to pin me down and have me? That I’d go and beg for you?” You slip your finger inside yourself, gasping softly. “Sure, you can ask me to jump out there and I’ll ask how high, but if you want this, you don’t get to demand it. Do you hear me?”

Krauser nods, and you smile. 

“Anybody ever tell you you’re easy?” 

A dry laugh escapes him. “Once or twice.” 

You pump your finger faster and your back arches off the chair. He leans closer before you realize and lift up a socked foot to plant on his shoulder, keeping him still. A thin sound of frustration comes out of his mouth, but the Major doesn’t protest. 

As a reward, you remove your finger and offer it. “You want a taste?” 

His lips wrap around you and suck, tongue cleaning the blood and wetness from your finger like he was fucking made to do it. You keep your finger extended, curious as to how long he’ll go on like this. The answer becomes clear when his tongue curls around your knuckle, content to taste the sweat and tang of your skin. 

“Hmm.” You remove the digit from his mouth and watch his features set in disappointment. “How about you lay down for me?” 

Krauser rises to his feet, hands on his belt. “This was supposed to be for you. I don’t do this, often,” he manages. 

“What?” You step out of your pants and underwear, piled on his floor. “Sleep with your subordinates?” 

He removes his as well and you drink in the sight of the small wet spot on his briefs. “I don’t make a habit of it.” 

Unable to resist temptation, you walk over and grip him through the fabric, feeling the warmth and girth in your hand. Krauser huffs, inhaling as you flick your thumb over the wet patch. “Don’t worry,” you say, pressing a small kiss to his neck. Even you’re not gusty enough as to kiss him. “We’ll keep it between us. One time thing. And I won’t tell anybody how you went down for me like a felled tree.” 

His hands find your hips, gripping hard enough to leave bruises, and his tongue is forcing its way between your lips, teeth clashing with your own. Krauser kisses like he fights— fast, hard, with no room to get a breath in. It’s fucking great. You meet him with shocked reciprocation, a hesitant hand on the back of his head, buried in the light blond hair he kept hidden. After an experimental pull, he gasps into your mouth. Your victorious smile doesn’t last long as he gets his fingers on you, swirling pleasantly around your clit a handful of times before two slip inside you. It’s a stretch as his hands are bigger than yours by a lot, but it’s good. You stifle a moan, biting into his lip instead. 

Krauser pulls back, a strand of hair falling onto his forehead and very telling tooth marks standing out on the side of his lower lip. “Still got blood on your face from earlier, rookie.”

“I’m sure we’ll match by the time we’re done here,” you return easily, delighting in the way his eyes darken. 

He sits on the edge of his bed and watches you follow, settling on his lap and nudging him until he’s lying flat. You move easily, now straddling his face. A growl emits from under you as you reach to part your lips. “You thought about this as soon as I told you, didn’t you? You need my blood all over you.” 

“Shut up.” But his voice is strained, and one glance over your shoulder shows you how hard he is. 

“Try again,” you whisper, fingers inside yourself again, setting a fast pace that you chase with small thrusts of your hips in the thick air between your thighs and his lips.

Krauser exhales. “Sit on my face.” 

“No.” 

“That’s an order,” he affirms. 

Ignoring him, you take out your fingers and smear them across his face instead. His tongue swipes out to catch a drop, anything, but it comes out a mess across his cheeks and chin, nothing having made it into his mouth. He looks good, hot, marked by you. 

“So handsome like this. Beg for me. I’ll consider it if you beg,” you tempt him, leaning down to grind yourself against one of his thighs. You can feel his cock twitch. 

Krauser tilts his head back with a guttural, ultimately enraged sigh. “I could flip you off me and fuck you senseless,” he says sharply. “You’re not even trying to restrain me.” 

You save that thought for later. “Are you telling me you want to be restrained? I didn’t bother because you were all too happy to slut yourself out for me like this, Jack.” 

The words and use of his name make him jolt, and you watch as his eyes grow rounded, hands twitching by his sides. You resist kissing the scar on his lip and keep grinding onto the muscular thigh beneath you, breath jumping as he flexes it. 

And then you hear— 

“Please.”

You wait. 

Krauser mutters your name in a cadence you’ve never heard before— it’s desperate. You look over your shoulder and see how much he’s dripping. And, in an instant, you realize how much you fucking want to give it to him, so you do— rocking your hips forward onto his face and burying his resounding groan between your thighs. 

His tongue laps at you quickly, exploring between your folds. Vibrations resonate underneath you as he moans at the taste. You muffle your own high noises with a fist if only to hear how much he’s fucking loving this. The feeling of his tongue moving inside you makes you double over, arms catching yourself as your thighs tremble around his head. A self-conscious minute passes and you lift off, mouth opening to check on him. You didn’t want to suffocate him, imagine that. 

The sound he makes is something you’d call pathetic if you had a death wish. You coo softly and he whimpers again. 

“Please, ‘don’t need to breathe,” he murmurs, hands forcing you back onto his face. A thin, reedy moan leaves you and you make a fist in the sheets. Now that you know he’s perfectly fine, you ride his face without abandon, savoring the throaty noise you get from doing so. 

He noisily licks and sucks at your clit. Your other hand makes a fist in his hair, a hiss leaving as the feeling quickly grows intense. You’re close, so close. 

“Oh, fuck.” You reflexively try to lift off but he tugs you down. A barely discernible word hits your ear— now. You meet his eyes, and a challenge reflects inside them. His tongue finds your entrance again, and a finger presses hard on your clit. 

Your orgasm hits like a fist, bolting through you and making hot lava of your muscles. The already fading cramps ease with the aftershocks and you slump, releasing your hold on his hair. Krauser holds you there for a moment before surrendering, helping you to lay on your side. 

When you look at his face, it’s as close to a crime scene as it can get, blood smeared all over the lower half and his nose wet with your fluids. 

“Jesus.” You fight a blush and know you’ve lost when he smiles, refusing to wipe his face. The bastard. 

You spread your legs, deflecting from your surprise. You didn’t know you liked that. 

“Well?” You ask. 

Krauser blinks, eyes slightly hazy in a way you’re obscenely proud of, before hovering over you. When he moves inside you, you moan loudly, the stretch almost painful. He pulls out a little, thrusts in all the way impossibly hard. “Fuck!” 

He tucks his head into your shoulder, breath coming in fast spurts, hot on your skin. Feels like you’re burning up. “Want it,” he grunts. “Going to clean up after this, and make you ride my face again. Need you to cum on my tongue. Tell me you want it.” 

You shut your eyes and clench your jaw while he pants, fucking into you like you’re both about to die and he needs this before he goes. When you dare to open them, you catch the moment that gets you close a second time. Krauser pulls out, leaning back to look, and a breathy curse leaves him. You squint to see what he’s looking at and instantly clench around him— his cock, smeared in your blood. Your eyes meet, electric, and he braces himself to pound into you harder. 

This one isn’t like the first— it builds. You can feel the buzzing in your gut, your toes, and at the base of your spine. “Shit, shit, I’m so close,” you say, breathless. 

Krauser leans down and bites hard, on the side of your neck. The adrenaline sprouts fresh from the pain and sends you into a shaking orgasm, the second one hitting harder than the first and making you tight around him. With punched-out moans, he lifts his head to watch your face screw up in pleasure and finishes inside you with a deep groan. 

And when it’s over, the two of you side by side, tacky, sweaty, and a bit bloodstained, his breath wisps over the shell of your ear. A strong arm tugs you closer. “Don’t keep things from me next time, rookie. Got it?”

[frogchiro]

so obsessed with college au omg but like imagine one day reader decides to tease fratboy!leon and calls him pretty boy when he sends a video of him jerking off. he’d probably like die after but y’know

Calling him a 'Good boy' or 'Pretty boy' is like inviting a vampire into your household, you're not getting rid of him😭

No but fr this would provide Leon with fap material for a month :// For you it was just having a little bit of fun, throw the boy a bone you could say like back when you send him that single little heart and it made him go bonkers, it wouldn't hurt to now call him a pretty boy right~?

Well, for you it was all fun and games but for Leon this was a life changing experience; he definitely teared up when he saw it not only with emotion but also with the way his cock got painfully hard, or at least tried to, he already came three times, he's overstimulated to the point of pain and he's a hormonal mess but the little 'Pretty boy~' on his phone screen made his poor, blushing cock twitch and spurt out one last weak pearl of cum :((

Imagine if Krauser barged in without knocking and found his friend teary eyed and pathetic with his dick out and staring at his phone, did he get emotional again while watching porn and the chick was too similar to you again? Jack was about to tease his friend to hell and back but then Leon turned to him with a shit-eating smug grin and waved his phone around.

"She called me pretty boy~!" Leon said smugly, not moving to cover himself or anything which only made Jack more angry as he stomped over to the bed and snatched Leon's phone from his hand to see for himself and...There it was, clear as day...Maybe it's time for him to change tactics too...?

Imagine about an hour later while you're nose deep in a new book you hear your phone 'ping!' again and you couldn't help but roll your eyes with a fond smile on your lips, Leon was weirdly insatiable tonight but when you unlocked your phone it wasn't a message from Leon but from Krauser...Jesus what does this douche want at this hour?

When you opened the message you were ready to berate him for bothering you this late but instead all you did was drop your jaw open; inside was a goddamn dickpic! From Krauser! And it definitely was...something.

His cock was...huge. Long, thick and veiny with a thick blonde happytrail at the base and while it wasn't the main focus of the photo, you could see that his balls were large too...Jack's hands while large, they did nothing to dwarf the length, if anything it only accentuated how big Jack was all over and apparently that translated to under the belt business too...His tip was swollen and red, almost purple with how hard he was and despite that it was only a photo, you could almost see the way his thick precum leaked obscenely down his shaft, rude ://

The caption read 'Hope you like it baby~' and while Krauser was smirking and waiting for your response, something hopefully hot or bashful. You're probably blushing hard right now at the sight of his cock, so much better than Leon, you will want a real man to pop your cherry and-

'ping!' Theeeere you go pretty girl, you sure kept him waiting-

'>:('

[issa-pheonyx]

Yandere-sub!Plaga!Krauser&Leon X Fem!Agent!Reader🔪🌶️

𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝘂𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘂𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗔𝘀𝗵𝗹𝗲𝘆…𝗻𝗼 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗲𝗹𝘆, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲. 𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗜𝗹𝗹𝘂𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗱𝗼𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗲, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘂𝗿𝗲, 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗞𝗿𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗺𝗯 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝘂𝗹𝘁 𝗟𝗲𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘁𝗼𝗼. 𝗬𝗲𝘁, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘂𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲𝘀~😈👀

▌│█║▌║▌║ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ║▌║▌║█│▌

"GET IN THE HELICOPTER, ASHLEY!!!" You yelled as you grab her hand to guide her in. You grab the handle of the door only for Ashley to stop you,"NO, (Y/N)!! We both can make it!" Her eyes teary eyed and her bottom lip quivered. "Ashley, your safety matters to me. Go tell your dad that it's been fun." You forced a smile as your throat had the dry lump you attempted to swallow. Ashley had to be pulled away by one of the crew inside. "NO NO NO!!! STOP-" The door was closed and you crotch down to avoid not getting slashed by the rotor blades. "Alli esta!" The villagers pointed at you and you just put your hands up, going down on your knees. "I surrender." You said, the villagers look at each other as they were stunned by you throwing in the towel like that

They all nodded and went up to you as they grab your wrist, putting them behind your back, and tied them. They all surround you like a pack of dogs. You expected them to kill you at any given time. Instead they walked you back to the church. Saddler was there,"Ah, well if it isn't the special agent. You may have saved the president's daughter, but to be a sacrificial lamb yourself is enough for us to finish the ceremony." You scoffed and one of the villagers behind you kicks your back making you fall forward eating shit

You were then picked up again and slammed on the table, Saddler towers above you by your side. "May the sacrifice...begin!" Everyone cheers as a masked bloody man came with a huge ax. You didn't give in fear-no reaction. 'I completed my mission. That's all that matters.' You closed your eyes and thought about the times you actually had a normal convo with Ashely. Just something normal with another person other than dealing monsters and the governments bullshit. A tear stream down your temple,'I'm sorry, Ashley. It was the only way for you to be safe. Like a little sister I never had.'

Opening your eyes you see the ax already at a good distance to your head. Then an arrow was shot through his head. "Krauser!?" Saddler exclaimed glaring at him. You quickly roll back off the table as the ax pierces the table causing it to collapse into pieces. Your first instinct was to jump out the window and roll. Saddler looks out the window,"Get the girl!" He yelled and you just smirked thinking you were going to make it out of there. Only to have a tendril grab your ankle pulling you down to the ground and dragging you. "What the hell!?" You try to grab your knife that was by the other ankle, but you were now being held upside down. Eye to eye with none other than-

"Leon!?" His eyes were red and his body paler-dead like to say with veins revealing. "Hello, agent~" He said. "Y-You're losing it, Leon." You couldn't believe your eyes to see him infected. The plaga has already took control of him. "I'm still me, (Y/N). Always have." He gets close to your face only to stop when Saddler calls him out,"Mr. Kennedy, I would highly advise that you bring her back. She will be of no use for you or Krauser." Leon gives him a look and gently puts you down,"If you want to keep her then try to."

Leon grabs your hand signaling you to run. Saddler angrily yells his name, but you both ignored him. You followed whatever Leon was leading you, you can worry about fighting him off later. Eventually, you both stayed in an abandoned shed that was neglected or used for any other junk from the villagers. "Why are you doing this?" You asked him. He smiles,"Because I like you." Your eyebrow furrow as you slowly back up to bump into the table that was in the middle of the room. "If you're going to kill me just fucking put me out of my misery. I'm tired of all of this."

You move around the table still backing up as Leon just follows you around with a creepy smile on his face,"Why would I? After everything we've been through? You can't just back away from that." Your cheeks blushed and stop,"I-I don't know what you're talking about." He giggles and walks close to you, bodies inches away from each other,"I can show you~" He kneels down, keeping eye contact, uses one hand to grip your leg, and the other free hand caressing your hip,"Please, agent. Please...just tell me what to do." You gulped at the sight. It's been one hell of a mission you couldn't catch a break. This was so tempting~

The door slams open as you whip your head up thinking the worst of Saddler, but it was Krauser. "Leon, you got hell to pay!!" He marches in, slamming the door behind him, and stays in position. However, Leon has an irritated look on his face hearing Krauser. You budge Leon to move and he didn't. He's got the death grip. "Get out, Krauser!" Leon yelled and Krauser witnesses the sight, seeing Leon knelt down having his head nuzzled against your leg

You didn't know what to do. It was an awkward moment with them bickering back and forth. Acting like toddlers. "How about you get off of her first!" "Go find someone else, Krauser!" "She's mine, not yours. I'm taking her!" "I'm not letting you take her to Saddler." "Who said I wanted to!?" Wait...they're not going to take you to Saddler. Is there some kind of arrangement going on? "The fuck am I doing here then!? Just do what you both have to do. I'm tired of this shit!"

Seriously, though you were so done. They both look at you wide eyed from your scary yell. That's when they both look at each other and then at you. The boys smirked and all of a sudden you were placed on the table. Confusion and concern triggered your fight or flight. Flight was the first on mind, but when you did Krauser had his arm locked under your pits,"Let me go!! LET ME GO-MMPH!?" Krauser grabbed your jaw to turn your head to kiss you. He was strong that for sure. Moving your legs wouldn't do shit since it was distinctly not hitting anyone. "(Y/N), it's okay. We don't want to hurt you." Leon said

After being able to pull away from that lil makeout session, you heavily breathed,"Hah, w-what-AH!!" Leon's tendrils coming from, assuming, his back went under your clothes making you squeal in disgust. It felt slimey and gross. Like slimey snakes slithering under your clothes roaming around. "You're scaring her, Leon." Krauser warned. "Shut up, I know what I'm doing." That's when your shirt lifts up, revealing your bra, pants and shoes removed. "H-Hey, what are you-NO!!" The tendrils rip your bra and underwear off easy revealing your bare chest and cunt. They boys look in awe judging from how quick Krauser was fondling your boobs making you gasp and Leon spreading the lips open down there

Krauser massages and firmly pinches your nipples, pulling them out as they bounce when the grip was loose from them,"Mmm~" The slimey shit from Leon's tendrils made your body glisten and easier for him to glide his hands on you. "Please, moan. I wanna know if I'm doing better than him." Krauser whispered in your ear and Leon glares at him and he kneels down. "L-Leon don't." You gasp when Krauser wraps his arms around your waist pulling you back, laying on top of him. He managed to pull down his pants as his cock was hard already, you sensed it behind your ass,"I'm not taking any chances. I'm going to make her cum first." Krauser said and he shuffles a bit now his dick was under you

It was...pretty big. Well, very appealing to say the least. Leon sees from down below as Krauser reaches for his hard on and rubs against your clit then down to the entrance, he bucks his hips making it push inside. "Ahh~" He starts thrusting into you making you moan and Krauser hum in pleasure. Your tits bounce from the impact of his pounding,"Oh fuck, Krauser! Ohhh~" Krauser start picking up the pace, but Leon's shadow towers both of you and he had his pants down revealing his dick leaking precum,"I'm going to make her feel good, Krauser." Krauser stops and laughs,"I don't think so comrade."

That's when you felt Leon's cock try to push his own inside of your pussy,"Wait, no!! Leon, he is big as it is. You can't fit-ooohh god!!~" He did it anyway. Leon and Krauser let out a moan feeling themselves stretching you more. "Holy shit!~" They said in unision. That's when they both start moving. Two big cocks inside of your cunt. The pleasure was amazing, but the pain of being stretched out was overwhelming. Tears stream down your temples as Krauser kisses your behind your neck,"Yes, yes, I'm doing much better right? Right, (Y/N), urgh fuck!"

Leon heavily pants as his hands was holding your legs open,"No, I am! Those are tears of joy for me, right, mmm god!~" The pain was going away now and all you felt was the wave of an orgasm coming,"Ahh, b-boys, please. Y-You're gonna, ah, make me cum. S-So hard!!" You pick your head up to look down seeing how they were both pounding you, this time more faster. It made your eyes roll back letting out a scream. Leon and Krauser both pull out cumming on top of your pussy, your juices splashing out. Krauser sits you up and he reaches down to finger your pussy and Leon rubs your clit fast side to side,"Cum for us. Cum for us, please!~"

Another wave of an orgasm hits you making you growl and your hips twitch, the squirts forcing itself out. They both reacted in a perverse manner like "Oh fuck yes" "Oh yeah, that felt good?" and now the three of you, taking a breather. Krauser has his arms wrapped around your waist holding you in place. Leon laying his head on your inner thigh caressing your other leg. "So, that is why, hah, you didn't kill me? I don't understand."

"We both agreed to take you in for Saddler, but we both secretly plotted your rescue. But, not until everyone is dead then we can go home." Leon explained causing you to be puzzled,"But, Leon you're infected. They will know." He looks up at you and smiles, his red eyes going back to blue and the veins disappearing-back to normal. "They won't." Krauser chuckles,"Same with me. Just more experienced than Leon, of course. In more ways than one~" Leon glares at Krauser and going back to his infected self again,"Alright then. Another round it is." "WHAT!?"

▌│█║▌║▌║ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ║▌║▌║█│▌

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴! 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁. 𝗠𝘆 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗦𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹~🖤🫣

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

Texting them “I need you right now”

Note: hi everyone! So sorry for not posting in months, life wasn't easy on me. I managed to sort things out (hopefully they will stay organised this time, or else I'm starting a new life in Spain), and I plan to write more. I'm also taking commissions again (the financial situation it's not good, so every commission would help me a lot!). Anyway, I haven't written anything since January, so please be kind with me.

He won't see your text right away because he's a busy man. After he has some free time, he checks his phone and immediately opens the chat with you, ignoring everyone else.

"What is it, sweetheart?"

"I just don't feel okay. Can you come over?"

The text is demanding, and he knows something is wrong with you, so he tries to finish faster whatever he had planned for that day, which he fails because he is constantly thinking about you. So, he dropped everything and came to you. 

Wesker is a man of his word, so he arrives on time.

"Have you been crying, my love?" he asked as he saw that your eyes were all red and your face was swollen.

"Yeah...petty reason." 

"If it was petty, you wouldn't have called me."

You wasted no time and threw yourself in his arms, sinking into his embrace and burring your face into his chest.

Being busy all the time, you barely see him. Maybe once a month nowadays, and this long wait only contributed to your sadness. You yearned to talk with someone like him because he made you feel safe. You knew he was listening, and you knew he didn't judge. Also, he would comfort you with small kisses and gentle touches and would praise you for being strong.

He moved you to your sofa, made your favourite tea, and listened carefully as you talked about your worries and recent unfortunate events.

During that time, he received a lot of calls and texts, but he turned his phone on silent because his main priority was you.

He hugged you tight, telling you that he'd always be there for you, no matter what. One hand would gently massage your hair, and the other would massage your back. It hurt him so damn much to see you like this and hear you sob in his arms. He wanted to hurt everyone who caused you to end up like this, and he was very vocal about his intentions.

"You can't protect me from the world, Albert. All you can do is be here for me when I need it."

He didn't like your response or agree with your opinion, but for now, he kept you tight to his chest.

He usually stays until you feel better, and then he leaves to do his work. He will be worried all day because you're still on his mind, so he checks on you frequently, promising to take you on a small trip to calm your mind.

The government agent is always busy. He's either stuck in his office completing paperwork, training new recruits, or on a mission on the other side of the globe.

He wasn't away on the field, so when he saw your text, he immediately responded. Even if he was busy doing desk duty or fighting, he would try to respond asap (he will hide in a corner if he had to, if that means he'll get five minutes of peace to text you back because he knows how worried you can get). 

"What's wrong, doll?"

"I don't feel well. Can you come over?"

A pretty demanding text means an urgent need, so he left early, abandoning everything he had scheduled for today. That annoyed some of his superiors, but he got away without much trouble.

Leon tried his best to arrive on time. He was being pressured by time and worry; he drove like a maniac to your place on his motorcycle, but he stopped to buy your favorite sweets.

"I bought you something good," he said, smiling in the doorframe and opening the bag to show the inside. However, his smile dropped. 

"Have you been crying?" he asked, quickly cupping your face and caressing your cheeks with his thumbs. Your face was flushed and very warm to the touch, and your eyes were swollen and teary.

"Yeah...petty reason."

"You don't cry like that for a petty reason," he said as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. You quickly hugged him and burried your nose at the crook of his neck. He hugged you back tight, a trail of kisses caressing your skin, starting from your neck to your face.

He guided you to the bed, where he listened to you and held you tight. His fingers kept brushing over your face, and his lips would occasionally press tiny, affectionate kisses over your skin. His body was glued to yours, and the warmth from such an intimate embrace made you feel safe. You felt safe not only to express your emotions, but you also felt sheltered from the rest of the world.

"You are not alone," he whispered as his hand caressed your back in a gentle manner. "I told you, no matter how hard it gets, we'll find a way to get through it together." 

He usually stays until he makes sure you feel better. After that, he texts you the whole day, asking how you feel because he can't ease his own anxiety. He promised to take you on a vacation.

He noticed your text right away, but he's stuck with his research and can't reply instantly. He will text you back as soon as he can.

"What's wrong, mi bella princesa?"

"I just don't feel okay. Can you come over?"

With much difficulty and a lot of excuses, he manages to leave his laboratory and come to your place.

Upon seeing your red and watery eyes, he quickly came inside and cupped your face.

"Have you been crying?" he asked, worried, his fingers brushing over your warm, red cheeks.

"yeah...petty reasons." You tried your best to smile.

"Querida, you don't cry like that because of petty reasons." He gently kissed your forehead.

He pulled closer to him, and you quickly hugged him, buring your face into his chest. Luis kept kissing you and whispering kind words to help you feel better.

"Just talk to me, ok? There isn't anything in this world that we can't get through."

Despite the firm grip around your body, he managed to caress you with tenderness. His strokes were as delicate as a feather, and every soft kiss felt warm and loving. 

He was so kind and gentle, and his attitude only made you more vulnerable, so you started crying again.

"Please, my love, don't cry. It breaks my heart to see you like this." He whispered.

He guided you to the bed and cuddled with you. His arms were wrapped around your body, and his nose was buried in your hair.

"Is there anything I can do to make it all go away?" He said, hand stroking your back. 

"No, just hold me like this."

It breaks his heart to see you like that, so he kept thinking about making you feel better.

"How about you and I go for a walk?" He said this as his fingers ran through your smooth hair. "Or we can stay here and cuddle; watch that movie you like. I can make something to eat, and we can relax."

"It sounds good," you said, your smile making a shy return. "I'm sorry if I freaked you out."

"it's fine." He pressed a lingering kiss on your cheek. "You know I'm always here for you."

"I know, and I appreciate that." You caressed his face, your fingers exploring every inch, going through his fluffly hair over his beard and over his lips. You two were looking at each other with the same enamoured gaze as in the beginning.

"We can spend some time tomorrow if you want," he added, being enchanted by the shared intimate moment, feeling drawn in by your presence, and wanting to spend more time with you.

"What about work?" you asked.

"Don't worry, as much as I hate it, I will find the lab in the same place I left it today."

Your light chuckle made him feel a little better. Whenever you are sad, he feels his heart shatter into tiny pieces. You mean the world to him, and he'd do anything to protect you.

He was training the new recruits when his phone buzzed in his pocket. After a quick glance, he gave the men a five-minute break so he could respond to you. Jack blames himself for not giving you proper attention since he is always on the field, so when he can, he drops everything and focuses on you entirely.

"What's wrong, beautiful?"

"I don't feel well. Can you come over?"

His subordinates were thrilled to find out that they had the rest of the day off.

He is a punctual man, so he arrives on time and not a minute late, holding a bag with your favourite snacks.

He tried to hide his worry behind a comforting smile. He quickly noticed your puffy face and teary eyes.

"Have you been crying?" he asked in a low tone, coming closer to you. He cups your face and brings you closer to him, pressing small, gentle kisses all over your face. His tenderness was endearing, so much so that warm tears began to drip down your cheeks again.

"It's just...petty reasons." You said it with a trembling voice.

"Bullshit."

He pulled you closer to his chest and held you tight. His hands were stroking your back, his head pressed to yours. His much larger frame swallowed you whole, seeming as if you had disappeared completely.

You felt safe in his arms. It was so warm and comforting, and not only his embrace made you feel this way, but also his reassuring words that he'd whisper constantly.

He carried you to the bed, and as he was sitting close to you, he brushed his fingers over your check and listened closely to what you had to say. It broke his heart to see you like this, and he couldn’t stop asking himself if, if he were there more often for you, you would still end up like this. This type of question tormented him, and you could feel that.

“I’m sorry, maybe it’s a lot too dump on you.” You said this as you caressed his face, your fingers trailing over his scars.

“No, not at all, love.” He took your hand and placed a lingering kiss in your palm. “I just wish I was there for you more often.”

“Don’t put so much pressure on yourself. The important thing is that you’re here now, and that means a lot to me."

You felt his lips kissing you softly once your head was pressed against his chest. 

He still feels guilty, but it doesn't press over his shoulder as hard anymore. He promised to spend more time with you.

[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 ♡