#Jack Krauser x reader

[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.

[lipglossanon]

Turbo Killer

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

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

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

not proofread

title from Turbo Killer by Carpenter Brut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your pussy pulses and clenches around Jack and he groans. 

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

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

“Is that true, sweetheart?”

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

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

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

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

Jack and Leon moan almost in unison.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Another masculine moan echoes in the air as Ashley squeals. 

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

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

Listening to Jack fuck Ashley sends your arousal spiraling higher. 

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

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

Jack laughs crudely, “Same here.”

You whimper up at Leon who smiles down at you. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Leon grins in return, “Me too.”

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[komotionlessqueenmm]

Headcanon/Preference # 36

Gifs NOT mine.

Year posted - 2024

Rating - SFW (some subtle NSFW)

Reading time (roughly) - 4 minutes

• Leon S. Kennedy •

• Leon loves it for so many reasons. Firstly it's because of just how pretty it makes your lips, so kissable and shiny. Secondly he loves it because you love it, plain and simple, he's an amazing boyfriend.

• Leon not only likes seeing what new lip gloss you buy, but he also honestly enjoys going with you to pick out new lip gloss. But he will point out when you've obtained a bit too much lip gloss, and very very subtlety try to coax you into not buying more for a bit, at least until your stockpile has dwindled a bit.

• Leon never knew about plumping lip gloss until after you'd applied it, and kissed him later on. He was so shocked by it, and so confused at first. He grew to love it, but if he's being honest, his favorites are the ones that give your lips a unique tone. Like greys, purples, blues, and oranges.

• Jack Krauser •

• Jack honestly loves it so much it feels very out of character for him. Like he's borderline obsessed with how it looks on you, and even with how it feels when you kiss. So he's always stealing kisses whenever you reapply it.

• He buys you new lip gloss all the damn time. You could have hundreds, and he'd be still buy atleast one more. He especially likes plumping lip gloss, and how it makes your kisses feel electric.

• Jack especially loves how it feels when you kiss his scars while wearing lip gloss. I mean he loves it even without the lip gloss, but with it it's just that much better. Plus it makes it feel like your kisses are lingering on his skin, and he lives for that.

• Albert Wesker •

• Wesker honestly kinda hated it in the beginning of your relationship. He likes how it looks, well he loves it actually. But didn't much care for the feeling of it when you'd kiss.

• Eventually however he grew to appreciate it in a way. It was just another part of you by this point, and if for whatever reason you aren't wearing it when he steals a kiss, he'll just immediately assume something is wrong.

• Sometimes Wesker will forget to wipe off the lip gloss you left behind after a kiss. And when someone makes a stupid comment about it, he might just remark about how he's also got your lip gloss smears on his dick, just to shut them up... Even if it's true.

• Chris Redfield •

• Chris won't lie, he hates it. He likes how it looks on you, and he likes that it makes you happy and all. But Chris simply can't stand the way it feels, to him it just feels oily and gross. You end up getting into the habit of wiping it off his lips for him after every kiss.

• He doesn't mind it in the end, and won't try to convince you to stop wearing it. It's something you like, so he'll tolerate it for you with little complaint. He'll also compliment you whenever he notices you're wearing a new shade.

• Sometimes Chris just likes to take his thumb and run it across your bottom lip. And just watching the lip gloss smear is almost sensual in a way, it definitely feels very intimate that's for sure, but sometimes it almost feels more than just intimate.

• Luis Sera •

• Luis adores it so so much. Your lips are so soft from all the lip gloss use, and now his lips are so much softer from kissing you all the time, and simply never wiping the lip gloss off of his lips. Plus your lip gloss makes your kisses even sweeter.

• Totally keeps an extra tube of lip gloss in his pocket on the off chance you forget yours, or if you happen to loose yours. And yes the one he carries is definitely one of your absolute favorites, and he most likely bought it for you in the first place.

• Luis really enjoys when you pepper his face and neck with kisses, smearing your lip gloss over his warm skin, it feels like a kiss that'll last forever. And he craves more every single time. He's also totally the type to try your lip gloss out for himself, probably with you present even.

• Lucas Baker •

• Similar to Wesker, Lucas hated it from the very beginning... He also likes the way it looks, how shiny and appealing it makes your lips. But he never could stand the feeling of it, even when you'd kiss his cheek.

• Unlike Wesker on the other hand, Lucas still fucking hates it, with a goddamn passion he hates it. And he will literally (and dramatically) wipe his mouth of it after every single kiss, even when he was the one to initiate the kiss in the first place.

• Lucas will 1,000% try to convince you to stop wearing lip gloss. If he can't convince you to stop wearing it all together, he'll at least try to convince you to stop wearing it so much. He will throw a bit of a fit if you won't give it up. He also groans and rolls his eyes whenever you buy new lip gloss of course.

• Billy Coen •

• Billy teases the hell out of you for wearing lip gloss all the time, but don't let him fool ya, he loves it. It makes you look extra cute, especially when you're reapplying it. Plus it feels nice and silky, so it's a win win in his book.

• Despite his teasing, Billy enjoys watching you apply your lip gloss. Sometimes he'll tease you about making a mess, and intentionally smear it real bad. Afterwards stealing a quick kiss of course. And sometimes he'll just randomly get you a new lip gloss and be like it made me think of you. He's so cute it's annoying sometimes.

• Will beg you to keep your lip gloss on when y'all get down an dirty, especially if you're going to give him head. Then he'll tease you for leaving lip gloss smears on him, and then get salty if you try wiping it away.

This ones been sitting in my drafts since last year! Totally forgot about it, and I hadn't finished it, until like 10 minutes ago. ┐(￣ヮ￣)┌ Anyways I hope you enjoyed. I originally wanted it to be longer, but I'm content with it the way it is.

[admirxation]

An Imbalanced Deal

trainer!Jack Krauser x afab!trainee!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, are you now? With who?"

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

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

"Don't lie to me," fuck.

"I-"

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

"I'm sorry, sir."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But dignity was a good trade for freedom. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[issdisgrace]

LINGERIE I THINK THEY RESIDENT EVIL CHARACTERS WOULD WEAR

WARNINGS: Lingerie duh

WESKER

CARLOS

CHRIS

KRAUSER

LEON

[gothghostiie]

BSAA reader getting kidnapped by Krauser, who brings you to Wesker. Wesker asks Krauser to stay and help with your "interrogation" after hours. They take you out of the holding cell and into the labs. They start out just trying to get information, but get more and more touchy, and Wesker starts threatening you with syringes while Krauser stands behind you and holds your arms. He messes around with a few different needles before picking one and injecting you with it. You start to panic and try to make them tell you what it was, but you barely get a few words out before you start to feel hot and now you're confused and not even fighting. Wesker comments on your behavior and brags that it wasn't a virus he gave you, that comes later. What he gave you now was an incredibly powerful aphrodisiac, and by the time he's done explaining, you're not even listening. You're grinding your ass against Krauser, who now has to hold you up to keep you from collapsing. They rip off your BSAA patches and then your clothes(Krauser uses his knife to cut your clothes off 😩), and the two of them take turns with you till you pass out

The next thing you know, you wake up with virus powers, in a bed in Wesker's quarters, Wesker in bed next to you and Krauser asleep in an armchair near the bed.

You send the BSAA your letter of resignation and a selfie of yourself wearing Wesker's shirt in bed with the two of them sleeping in the background

HELLO?????

[blueysobssesions]

A Scene that haunts him forever...

~ He comes home not expecting the place full of blood... You and your child's blood...

(I'm so so sorry for making this :,) )

Characters ~ : Leon Kennedy, Chris Redfield, Albert Wesker, Jack Krauser ( Literally dads)

No… No! This can't be happening! He dropped his bag and stood there. The living room was almost painted with blood. He felt a cold shiver run down his spine as he saw you lying motionless on the floor. A knife was planted in your stomach, and… Oh god, his child… He fell to his knees and let out a scream of anguish. Tears were streaming down his face. “NO! NO! FUCK NO!” He yelled with agony; he couldn't look at the scene. His heart was pounding and his hands were shaking. He looked at you. Your eyes were closed while holding yours and his baby lifeless; he wanted to scream, hurt himself, and get revenge on whoever did this to his family. He felt like his world had collapsed, and he was unable to comprehend how someone could be so cruel. The pain and anger inside him were overwhelming, and he knew that he would never be the same again. He tried to get up and walk towards you. “Y/n… D/n… Please no…” He reached his hands to your cold cheek, His voice was weak and trembling. “I love the both of you… I promise I'll kill whoever did this,” he said…

“I.. I'm sorry, captain..."

“Piers… Please tell me I'm dreaming." Chris voice was shaky "I wish I could, Captain... But what we saw back there was..." Piers became silent when he saw Chris crying. He was devastated by what he said, and neither Piers nor the others knew that there was no easy way to console him. Chris suddenly slammed his desk. “Who... Who did it!” he yelled, and the others behind the door were worried. “We… We don't know... There were no clues that the victim left behind.” Chris was losing his balance; he sat down on his chair with a miserable face. “C/n… Is c/n okay...? Please tell me their okay" He pleaded, He can't handle losing you and his child at the same time. Tears streamed down his face as he waited for a response. The silence on the other end of the line was deafening, making him fear the worst. “I'm… sorry…” When he heard that, he broke down. The door was opened wide, revealing Jill with teary eyes. “Chris!” She ran towards him and embraced him tightly. She could feel him trembling as she whispered, "It's okay, it's okay, shush...." Piers couldn't help but cry too. You brought so much happiness to everyone. Your memory will always be cherished.

“Jake? Son, are you here?” He asked as he searched the living room. “Daddy!!” His head looked to his left, seeing his son with a teary and trembling figure running towards him. He immediately crouched down to embrace his son, asking him what was wrong. “Is everything alright? Where's mom? “S-something happened! M-mommy was screaming!” Suddenly, Wesker's eyes turned red. “Go stay at Uncle Chris; I'll handle this okay.” Jake nodded his head and went to the house next door. He stood up and walked towards the shared bedroom, not expecting this. The bed was covered in blood—your blood. He froze in shock, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. There you were, lying lifeless on the bed with a knife on your neck. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. ”Oh god… Dearest…" He walks to your side He checked for your pulse, and his heart sank as he realized that there was no pulse. He leaned down and kissed your forehead, saying, “Don't worry, my dear… I will show no mercy to whoever did this for now. Rest.”

He cries in agony as he held you and his child in his arms. “Please no… No…” he begged, His voice trembled as he looked at you with tear-filled eyes, his heart breaking at the thought of losing his family. His shirt was covered by you and his child's blood but he didn't care. Who would do this? He wished that he was dreaming all of this but no, it was all real. “I'll find whoever did this… I promise… I'll kill them for the both of you” he said as he clenched his fists, feeling the anger boiling inside him.

[a-sleepy-raven]

Heya! Can you perhaps write some general relationship headcanons for leon, luis and krauser?

Hey there! Thank you for your request, I had a lot of fun working on this one. :) Hope you enjoy!

Characters: Leon Kennedy, Luis Serra, Jack Krauser

Notes: not proofread, might be slighty ooc

General relationship HCs (gn!reader)

Leon S. Kennedy

Leon is unfortunately quite used to losing people close to him, so he’s incredibly hesitant to actually start a relationship with you. He can’t help but be convinced that he’s going to lose you too sooner or later, be it because something happens to you or because you realize that he’s not what you want or need and decide to leave him – hence why he probably tries to push you away at first. 

However, once you manage to get him, Leon is yours forever. He’s a loyal and loving partner and will do everything in his power to make you happy, especially since he’s well aware that being in a relationship with him isn’t always easy. It honestly never ceases to amaze him that you’re willing to put up with all of this – the traumatic stuff he went through in the past, the fact that he’s not allowed to talk about anything regarding his work and that he sometimes has to leave for weeks without being able to tell you where he’s going – and he really appreciates that you’re still by his side.

Especially in the beginning of your relationship, Leon struggled with letting his guard down. Like I said, he has gone through so much and feels like he can’t deal with losing another person he cares about, so he has been really cautious and hesitant at first. But as the time passed and the two of you got closer, Leon found himself realizing that he can’t imagine his life without you in it. The fear of losing you will never leave him completely but he became more confident about your relationship over time and now, you’re one of the few people he trusts completely.

He’s not one to get jealous easily since he trusts you and knows that you would never betray him like that. But he still hates when others are clearly trying to flirt with you, especially if you’re obviously uncomfortable with the whole situation. It makes his blood boil when someone is unable to respect your boundaries, and in moments like that, he definitely won’t hesitate to step in.

Loves to cuddle with you. There’s just something so soothing and calming about your presence and whenever he feels the urge to just shut the entire world out, he just pulls you close and buries his face in the crook of your neck. 

Luis Serra

Better be prepared for lots of teasing and flirting because Luis likes to see you all flustered. Even before you got together, he never missed an opportunity to flirt with you, mainly to catch your interest, but also because he enjoyed figuring out which kind of comments and compliments make you blush. Also, lots of pet names, both before and after you started dating, though they became sweeter and more loving once you got together. 

People who don’t know him might assume that he’s incapable of being in a relationship since they only see his flirtatious and charming nature, but Luis is actually very faithful and would never betray you in any way. He often jokes that he has no reason to flirt with someone else because he’s already got the main prize by his side. He loves and adores you with every fiber of his being, and he’s 100 percent sure that there’s no one out there who could make him feel more loved than you do.

You wouldn’t expect it but Luis actually turns into a blushing and flustered mess whenever you compliment him. Your words are always so genuine that it makes him melt on the spot, although he really tries his best to hide it because he feels like he has a reputation to lose and therefore doesn’t want to embarrass himself, not even in front of you. However, you know him well enough to still see the effect your words have on him. 

So. Many. Kisses. Luis uses every opportunity to press his lips to yours, your forehead or your cheeks. He’s someone who doesn’t mind PDA in general but if you’re uncomfortable with it, he accepts and respects that too because he’d never ignore any boundaries you set.

Luis also loves to surprise you, be it with small gifts like your favorite flowers or date nights. To be honest, he just likes to show you off because to him, you’re absolutely perfect and he wants everyone to see how adorable and beautiful his partner is. 

Jack Krauser

Krauser definitely isn’t someone to fall head over heels in love with someone or to dive head first into a relationship. It’s pretty hard to earn his respect and his trust, and on top of that, a part of him will always see loving someone as some kind of weakness. He’s also so used to being alone that he’s convinced he doesn’t need anyone else. So, you probably need a lot of patience, especially in the beginning of your relationship. 

It’s pretty important that you don’t ask too many questions about his job or his past. Krauser is a man with many secrets, and he most likely won’t ever feel comfortable enough to share any of this with you, so it’s best to just accept that he doesn’t want to talk about it. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you but to him, it’s a fact that it’s best if you don’t know anything about these things – especially since it’s already risky to be in a relationship with him in the first place. (And though he might never admit it, he’d hate himself for letting anything happen to you.)

With that being said, there’s nothing Krauser wouldn’t do to keep you safe and sound. He knows first-hand how shitty the world can be, and should someone dare to lay a hand on you, he won’t hesitate to make them pay for it. Though he often acts like he doesn’t care about anyone else but himself, he fiercely protects those who are important to him, no ifs, no buts – and if it means that he has to put his own life at risk in the process, then so be it. I think he’d also offer to teach you some basic self-defense, just in case that you ever find yourself in a situation where these skills might come in handy. 

He never lets his guard down completely, not even around you, and he’s not easy to love. However, that doesn’t mean he’s a bad partner or that he doesn’t care about you. Since he’s not overly affectionate (as in, he rarely initiates kisses or cuddles himself), he finds other ways to show how important you are to him, for example by making sure that you drink enough water or take your meds etc. He pays close attention to everything you do and therefore notices even the slightest changes in your behavior, so he immediately knows when something’s bothering you. And though Krauser is not be the best at comforting people, he still tries to cheer you up because he doesn’t like to see you all sad and gloomy. 

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[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?”

[fortune-fool02]

Not my artwork but Holy damn! I love stuff like this!!

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[ontheblock]

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

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

audience

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

“Hng… Jack, don‘t-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don‘t… I-I don‘t-“

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

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

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

“I think I‘ll do just that.“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wasn‘t that fun, baby?“

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

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

Can u do resident evil guys on your birthday?? Nsfw if possible

Thx bb 🫶🏽

Sure bb gotcha. I hope you like these 😉💖 btw reblogs are appreciated as they help this blog reach out to more people🥰

Warning: NSFW content below ⬇️

The cake was on the table with the candles long burned and with a bottle of wine right next to it, which hadn't been opened yet. In the back of the room, there were moans coming right from the slightly opened door.

You were sitting on the edge of the bed, legs resting over Wesker's shoulders, as he was busy giving your birthday present. You only managed to remove his shirt before he got right into the action.

His tongue was going relentlessly over your clit, giving that little bud intense sensations as he ran up and down over it. The soft touch made your legs tremble with every lick, and it made you tighten the grip on the poor sheets.

"Enjoying yourself, dove?" glowing red eyes were looking at you for a brief second, waiting for a response, but seeing you wish to remain silent, another lazy, long lick followed.

"Yes, very much, yes..." you said after gasping.

You took a deep breath when you felt two of his thick fingers slowly entering your warm hole. They quickly found your spot, and he began massaging it as his tongue picked up the pace. I

It was bliss. Your whole mind was dazed as it was quickly overcome by pleasure. His tongue and his fingers worked in perfect rhythm to bring you joy.

A third finger joined, and you started to feel full already, but that sensation would soon be replaced by the approaching climax. The familiar pressure began to be noticed, and it grew and grew until....his lips, his cheeks, and his chin were covered in your warm juices.

Wesker let out a satisfied moan as his tongue cleaned his coated fingers.

"You are simply delicious. I could devour you all day long."

"I-I wouldn't mind," you said as you tried to catch your breath.

"I think it's time to move on to your next present tho" he said, pulling out his shaft from his pants, and it was just as you expected: red, swollen, and leaking. "Shall we?" he asked, smirking.

From the cake, there were two or three slices missing. The bottle of wine was half empty, and the glasses were stained from the liquid that had previously filled them. One had lipstick marks at the edges. Not far away from the table, your moans could be heard as Leon was fucking you from behind while on the couch.

From his movements, you knew he was eager; you knew he wanted to move faster and give you that sweet, sweet birthday orgasm that you wanted so badly, but he was holding back, going at a regular pace. With every move of his hips, not only did he tickle that spot inside you, but he was also going deep, making sure to hit your cervix with his tip.

"God, you're amazing," he said as he spread your cheeks. His grip on your flesh was tight.

"L-Leon..." you said, panting.

He knew how much you loved being fucked like this. Every thrust of his hips would make you cry out his name.

"What do you want, sugar? Tell me."

"Move faster..." you managed to say.

He loved how that cunt would contract around his meat.

He picked up the pace, and the sensation was too much to handle as you felt him going even deeper, even if you knew that wasn't possible. Tears rolled down your cheeks as he kept pumping himself inside you.

You felt it coming, but you never expected it to hit you with such strength. The orgasm was so intense that your whole body was starting to shake underneath Leon. You cried out his name one last time when you felt some thick, hot spurts of his cum begin to fill you up.

"Easy now, sugar..." he said as he gently rubbed your trembling back. "Come, lay down."

You managed to catch your breath and regain your composure while resting on his chest. His hand was caressing your back gently, his feather-like touch tickling your skin as he moved his fingers all over.

"That was amazing..." he said as he kissed your forehead.

"I know... best birthday gift ever."

"And it's not the only one."

You felt his hand go lower and lower until he reached your cunt. His cum was still oozing from the hole, smearing your thighs.

"You thought I'd leave you dirty like this?"

The ice cream cake was left untouched in the freezer. The candles were wrapped in the same way they were brought from the store. The wine was in the fridge, and the table was shaking underneath you.

Driven by his neediness, he had one arm wrapped tightly around your waist; the other was supporting himself on the table, and he repeatedly slammed himself inside you. His head was buried at the junction of your neck and jawline, his hot breath tickling your skin. Occasionally, he'd gently lick your skin, but that tongue was more focused on tickling your ear with words of admiration.

"Mi princesa, I missed you so much," he said, grunting as he gave you one hard thrust.

Your hands were wrapping around his neck, choosing to rely solely on him to support yourself.

"All I could think about was you. Your smile, your soft skin, how good I feel while I'm inside you..."

He resumed his adoration by giving your neck shy bites. He didn't want to leave marks.

"Luis..." you said, panting.

"What is it?" a gentle kiss on your neck.

"I think the tabble will break..."

"Let it; that won't stop me from finishing..."

His cock felt so good inside, so good that it kept rubbing that spot inside. Every friction would bring you closer and closer to heaven; every throb of his cock would send a shiver down your spine; and every droplet of precum would bring you joy. You tried pulling him closer, as if that were a possibility given how tight you were holding each other. Your senses were overwhelmed by his scent, by that spicy cologne that complements his natural one.

"Speaking of finishing..."

His moves became erratic, his breath irregular, and he raised his head so he could kiss you in those final moments. He needed all of you, your lips, your touch, your cunt, everything.

The passionate and sloppy kiss you shared was bliss; your hand was tugging his hair, and your teeth kept biting his bottom lip. You weren't so gentle like him, but he didn't mind, as this sudden burst of passion helped him finally reach his climax. He closed his eyes and allowed the sensation to overcome him entirely; the only sounds he could make were some weak whimpers. With a few more pumps, he painted your walls with his thick, warm cum.

The cake was on the table, untouched, still in the box. The bottle of wine is almost empty, and the room is filled with kissing and sucking sounds.

His tongue was twirling around your hard nipple, over and over again. You felt the vibrations of his moans on your skin and the bulge that was getting bigger as he rubbed himself between your legs. His other hand was preoccupied with the other breast, giving it a firm massage.

"Happy birthday, babe," he said in a low, sensual voice as he returned to suck your tit. The other one was resting in his big palm now as he began to pinch the nipple with his fingertips.

"J-Jack..." You loved what he was doing to you; you loved how his tongue would twist over and over again around your sensitive nipple, but your panties were so soaked...you needed him so badly, and you decided to show it by thrusting your hips against his erection.

"I'll get there, I promise, but let me taste you first." He rolled the nipple between his fingers now, giving you new sensations to cling to.

He grabbed the nipple with his teeth and pushed gently.

"Jack," you moaned his name, gasping in shock. It was too sudden.

He ignored you, tho and released it, moving to the other breast to give the same treatment. The one that he worked on was previously coated in his saliva, and it felt cold, but he quickly covered it with his hand and began to flick your nipple with his fingers.

"Oh God..." You pushed your chest forward when you felt his mouth once more, showing your tits to him. His tongue resumed the same corse, twisting around the nipple as well as going over it a few times.

"What you are doing to me..."

He hummed and kept igoring you, focusing on your chest and starting to tease you a bit by rolling his erection over your heated, soaked core.

"You bastard..." you grabbed both his hips to deem him to stay low so he can continue rubbing onto you.

You felt like a bitch in heat, but you didn't mind. All you wanted was to get him inside you.

He squeezed your breasts a little harder before standing up. A stupid smile appeared on your face when you saw him unzip.

[dimitrescula]

Begging people to write more Krauser fics there are hardly any and i am literally insane for him bro

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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*

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Only You ( And You Alone ) ♡

( Jack Krauser x GN!reader || he doesn't like seeing you cry )

“What're you doing crying like that?” He asks as he unties your shoe. The heel of your shoe perches on top of his knee as he pulls it out of the neat little knot he made earlier.

Jack looks up at you, frowning slightly seeing the tears bubble up in your eyes. He gets up, putting your shoes off to the side. He walks back, sitting next to you on the couch.

“It's not like I died or anything. Cut it with the waterworks for me, please?” He asks, his voice softens as he speaks to you. Jack pulls you into his lap, his larger hands cup your waist. He didn't like seeing you cry.

Jack honestly didn't expect you to cry after hearing what he did on his latest mission. Did he tell you too much? Was he too graphic about his injuries? He came back in one piece, that's all that mattered to you, right? He's lost in his own thoughts as he holds you close, one of his hands cradles your head gently. Close. That's what he felt, right now, literally and figuratively.

Jack didn't like crying. All his years spent in the military left him unable to react much to it. He's seen rookies do it on their first days of camp. He'd grown used to it over the years.

But it was different for you. You taught him how to be soft. How to be gentle.

His eyes soften, the almost permanent furrowing on his brows droop as he looks at you. He couldn't really make sense of what you were saying as you cried over him. You shouldn't be crying over him, but you did anyway.

You were a self-proclaimed crybaby. You told Jack that on your first date. Teased for being one when you were a kid, still the same snot nosed babbling one you were now with the way your lip quivered as you cried in his lap. He's grown used to you crying, even if it catches him off guard at times.

What he could make out though were the words “You could've died!” Through shakey, almost shrill to the ears' breath. He can hear the stutter in your voice, behind those incoherent words. You always did that when you cried.

He doesn't really know what to do, what to say. He wants you to feel better. Jack wasn't really the best with words outside of the field. He was trying, trying to be better for you.

You were both there for each other. That's all that mattered.

Instead, he opts to pull you in closer for a hug. Hug you close to him, to his heart. Actions speak louder than words, right? He could feel your tears staining his shirt, but that didn't matter. What did matter was that he was there. That you were there.

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JOBS

WARNINGS: NSFW, hybrid characters, horny fueled writing, watersports, insertion kink?

A/N: Wrote and edited this while very horny so sorry that it’s everywhere and not the greatest. Hope you guys like it though.

You were the proud owner of 4 hybrids, 2 german shepherd hybrids named Chris and Carlos, a cow hybrid named Krauser, and a pig hybrid named Wesker.

You loved your pets to death and there isn’t a thing in the world you wouldn’t do for them. You fed them, played with them, bathed them, slept with them, and a lot of other things. So it was only reasonable for you to give them jobs to occupy their time as you worked in your home office.

Chris’s job was as your marker holder. So each day he was face down ass up on your left side, his cunt stuffed full of markers and a vibrator on his clit. You, of course, not being cruel allowed Chris to cum and make a mess of himself, but he wasn’t allowed to drop any of your markers and if he did, he would get two spanks per marker that fell out.

These same rules applied to Carlos as well. Who also sat face down ass with a vibrator on his clit up but on your right side instead of your left. He also had his cunt being used as a holder like Chris, but instead of markers it was pens.

Now onto Krauser’s job, unlike Chris and Carlos who sit beside you Krauser sits under your desk. Warming your cock with his mouth while his cunt was stuffed with a huge vibrating dildo and his tits were getting milked. So you, Chris, and Carlos have a nice refreshment later.

But now last but certainly not least Wesker, who likes a different type of refreshment. Wesker sits in the middle of your office waiting to be used as a urinal by you or the others. Speaking of the others, they all have vibrators that bring them pleasure as they do their job. But not Wesker. He doesn’t want any other pleasure than the pleasure he gets from drinking piss.

Anyway, in conclusion, all your pets love you and the jobs that you have assigned to them.