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You still have no Halloween art of your oc?
thats too sad…which is why imma DO IT FOR U!
Give me your character and i will give you a cool animated Halloween art of em!
price: 25$ and only through paypal (unless i really like ur art and was willing to trade hehe >:3)
i do all sorts of characters unless they are problematic.
and all art pieces will be delivered before Halloween dw i gotchu.
also we all get to play a little fun game~ u roll a d6 and win something! and if you are lucky u can win the 50% off prize!
DM if u wanna have a cool af halloween art of ur character or maybe a group art with you and your friends~
(all pieces are fully rendered)
You still have no Halloween art of your oc?
thats too sad…which is why imma DO IT FOR U!
Give me your character and i will give you a cool animated Halloween art of em!
price: 25$ and only through paypal (unless i really like ur art and was willing to trade hehe >:3)
i do all sorts of characters unless they are problematic.
and all art pieces will be delivered before Halloween dw i gotchu.
also we all get to play a little fun game~ u roll a d6 and win something! and if you are lucky u can win the 50% off prize!
DM if u wanna have a cool af halloween art of ur character or maybe a group art with you and your friends~
(all pieces are fully rendered)
A very, VERY detailed look into S.O.C.O.R. Krauser – appearance, gear, outfit
[requested by @0asl5]
other detail posts: S.O.C.O.R. Leon, Raccoon City Ada
Boots:
Arm injury from Hilda:
Comparison to OJ Leon's textures (Krauser left, Leon right):
Concept Art:
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Hihi! I've been eating up your Krauser content! I wanted to ask if you could write about hunter!Krauser x vampire!reader from this prompt I found on Twitter
Again I love your Krauser works and wish you the best!
⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧ VAMPHUNTER! JACK KRAUSER X VAMP! GN READER – SMUT & HCS – ONESHOT – REQUEST
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SUMMARY: ‘’Never thought head vampire hunter Krauser would be on his knees for a vampire..’’
TAGS/WARNINGS: small plot with porn, switch krauser & reader krauser, blood, blood play, p in v, penetration, bondage, premature orgasm, body horror, embarrassment, CONSENSUAL seduction, needy! krauser, boot play, vampire hc + anatomy, pet names, violence, bite play, male & gn orgasm, enemies to lovers trope, knife play, praise kink, belly bulge, fingering, drooling, creampies, squirting mention.
A/N: something really funny i found out while making this, the lovely person you sent in as a prompt inspo follows me, so this one is for you two! lmao, hope you both enjoy. Xoxo
PROOFREAD!
NSFW UNDER THE CUT.
HEADCANONS I.
Krauser is one of the best vampire hunters anyone has ever seen, he is swift, keen, agile yet strong with his brute force. He was not easily manipulated or persuaded by vampires or other supernatural beings.
Vampires, much like sirens or succubus, tend to seduce and manipulate their prey. In either domestic matters or sexual, whatever gets the rabbit in the cage.
Many fall to the will of a vampire, all it took was batting your long luscious eyelashes or whispering promises of a night of forgetfulness and passion. Or promises of a better life and money–It’s known most vampires have riches and gold, and they like to hoard it because it’s shiny.
Krauser was difficult, he knew how to spot a vampire from a mile away. Even in disguise, the long protective clothing to help shield the harmful UV ways from the shining orb in the sky those call the sun. From the way tooth caps looked abnormal when sitting on a vampire's teeth to cover their large fangs that polluted their mouth like thorns on a rose.
That’s why he was the best–He knew what a vampire looked like in and out of their sheep's clothing. He knew their mannerisms, their tell tale signs, like how a vampire's mouth salivates much like a dog when they get hungrier.
Like how your mouth was salivating excessively. He knew you were a vampire long before you even walked into the pub. He saw you lurking on a roof, even through the darkness of the night. He heard your chirps to let other vampires know the pub was packed tonight. He wasn’t stupid, he knew this pub was often polluted with vampires. Which is why the desperate owner called upon him to deal with the bat infestation.
You knew exactly who Jack was, who didn’t? The infamous Jack Krauser. The ruthless vampire hunter that once took down a cauldron of vampires with only a wooden stake with him. And you knew he was an issue, worse than the Van-Helsings. You weren’t even positive Saint-Germain or Dracula himself wished to deal with Krauser. And it didn’t help that Jack mastered the art of echolocation and could tell when any vampires were flying overhead or hiding.
This was stupid, yes. You shouldn’t be flirting with a vampire hunter especially as elite as Jack. But you couldn’t help yourself, imagine if you killed THE Jack Krauser. Dracula would probably invite you to his high council and give you all the flesh bags you could ever desire! Live a life of luxury and royalty, be feared by all.. You didn’t think about any negatives. Just your future you swore was destined to be yours like a sick melody played by Orpheus himself.
Your cool fingers danced on Jack’s clothed shoulder, vexing him and his patience as he sat at the bar. One hand gripped around a handcrafted iron German Stein. Art chiseled onto the iron, depicting a man slaying a vampire while others danced and celebrated. Seemingly relieved that the danger had passed and their village was saved from unruly cannibalism and the plague of blood that filled the river. A gluttonous thing to depict. What vampire would waste such valuable blood?
Jack was keeping his inner thoughts and actions to himself, he did not wish to make a scene in front of innocent civilians that wished to drown their sorrows in fiery alcohol and to have a night of calm. And him blowing this vampire's brains out all over the ground did not appeal to him. You sickened him, such a plagued being. Cursed by the need to devour others for the self preservation of one's self. To harm and deface others like currency to become elite. He pitied you, such a selfish and weak creature that was dependent on others for their own survival. His train of thoughts were rudely derailed as he heard your faux sugary voice cut through his fuzzy ear drums.
‘’So.. Do you want to get a room? Or are you still being so mean to me..’’ You whimpered, pouting your facial expression to appeal to him. In all honesty you were annoying him, making his blood boil and hands clench. But this was his opportunity to tear out your fangs for another trophy. ‘’Mhmm..’’ He grumbled, bringing his stein up to his lips and finishing the last of his beer. Putting it down with a small thump, ‘’Show the way baby doll.’’ he purred. Putting on his best ‘’drunken’’ act so you’d get more cocky. He stumbled as he got off the small stool nobody knew how it supported him. Wrapping his big arm tight over your waist as you led him down the hallway and up the stairs.
The pub was also a brothel, however the girls now worked inside due to more vampire sightings. Which to you did nothing, vampires still could get inside since some had inside connections that threw out the garlic strands.. The faint noises of pleasure filled his ears, but you could hear everything from every room. Some men were getting spanked with a paddle, some were being treated like dogs, others were moaning and begging for pleasure from behind closed doors. Your hand wrapped around the golden door knob into the small, yet cozy room. A nice double bed to fit you both–But Krauser had other plans.
The door slammed shut with a snap as Krauser's arm left your waist and went around your throat, grabbing his sliver blade made from pure sliver. Blessed by a priest, the blade was swift and keen. Pressing against your belly like he was about to gut you like a fish. And he was, you snarled like a rabid animal. Tooth caps falling from your sharp and long canines as you extended your jaw like a snake yawning, digging the sharp fangs into his arm as he snarled. Your teeth dove through the rough skin and blonde body hair with a silent weep, almost moaning at the taste of his savory blood. Rich of iron and minerals, perfect for you to grow stronger.
Your pleasure was cut short as you yelped, the tip of his blade had sliced your stomach. Tearing your clothes as your dark red blood seeped through the wound. Trying to quickly recover and repair the broken tissue, you growled like a feral animal. Long sharp nails digging into his arm as you tossed him off of you, a loud crash coming from the small wooden dresser in the corner as he ran into it. He quickly recovered and charged towards you, but you were quicker. Grabbing a nearby cuck chair that was facing the bed and hitting him in the torso with it. Hearing the wood snap and crumble apart like it was rotten wood infested with termites because of the impact.
A grunt rang from Krauser's throat, developing some serious cotton mouth out of defense. He knew you were strong, but you were just pissing him off. His chest ached from the impact in which you hit him. Almost knocking him to his feet, but he recovered as the adrenaline pumped through him like morphine in his veins. He dodged your attempt at a punch, swiftly putting his leg between yours. Abusing your lousy footwork and wrapping his strong leg around yours. Pressing down on that weak spot behind your knee that had you falling forward, his hand caught your throat and painfully squeezed. Hearing the cut off rattle you made when the wind was strangled out of you as he body slammed you down onto a table. The wood breaking with loud cracks and thumps that sounded like a machine gun firing, sending you crumbling onto the floor.
His boot slammed down onto your throat, seeing how your clawed hands shot up around his military grade boot and trying to lift him off but it was hopeless. His chest heaved, taking in any oxygen he could as he added more pressure down to your throat. Hearing you choke, his cold icy blue eyes trained on your face before slowly trailing down–That’s when he noticed.
There was a wet spot between your legs, you didn’t piss yourself he saw no puddle–There was just a wet spot. Were you getting off on this? Wait–Were you even wearing undergarments? When you noticed he was looking between your legs you weakly spread them, trying to coax him into freeing your windpipe before it burst. And it worked, for that boot on your throat went between your legs. A raspy gasp broke from you, your thighs trembling like newborn fawns. Krauser slowly withdrew his boot and saw the slick covering the black leather, a low growl escaping his scarred lips. ‘’You slut.. You' re seriously gettin’ off to me tryin’ to kill you?’’ He snarled in sheer disgust, slamming his boot down onto your pelvis as your back arched and you pathetically whined.
‘’Y, Yes! Please.. Before you turn me into ashes–Just one wish?’’ You begged, weaponizing your arousal and incompetence. His eyes rolled bitterly, not wishing to comply with your pleading. But those stupid hazy eyes were doing something to him. He let out a grunt, signaling you needed to speak now or forever hold your peace.
‘’Please fuck me.’’
Krauser’s eyes widened, his scowl disappearing for a quick second before replacing it back with a scowl. He never said no.
His boot left your pelvis, his hand gripping your throat once more. Not to break your windpipe, but to drag you over to the bed. He threw you down onto the shitty mattress with a bounce, eyes glued to how your body moved like fucking water. So graceful, so elegant, like a waterfall’s melody. Encasing his mind like a belly dancer's call. You had zero time to recover when he quickly removed your garments, his knife cutting through the bloody and ruined cloth as you kicked your boots off. ‘’Jesus H. Christ, you fuckin’ horny vixen.’’ He snarled at you like a disappointed teacher, his free hand running through your thighs and prodding your hole. Seeing just how slick you were, ‘’Gettin’ all needy for me, huh?’’ He nagged, shoving his fingers back between your thighs to poke n’ prod at your leaky hole. Collecting your shimmery sap that kept leaking out of you.
A whimper escaped your lips as your elbows kept you up, spreading your legs like some cheap whore. ‘’Please.. I don’t want your fingers..’’ You cried out as he rolled his eyes, ‘’You take what I give you.’’ He snapped, his blade pining your throat down as he shoved his long finger into you with a slick squelch. Scowling in disgust at the sloppy noises from his pumps, feeling the way you immediately clenched down onto his fingers and those stupid bleats escape you. You were slick enough for another finger, the stretch being painfully good as your thighs twitched. Eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure washed over you.
Jack could feel his cock throb like a migraine, hell he was getting a migraine from waiting too long. And the sloppy pumps your slutty hole was giving wasn’t helping, he could feel your slick down his wrist. ‘’Beg for this fucking cock.’’ He snapped, slamming his knife down into the pillow beside your head. Causing a yelp to escape you when he nicked your throat with the blade, that blood staining the pillow. ‘’I–I need it! Please, pleasepleaseplease.. Dick me downn.. I wanna be full!’’ Shit, he said beg not pledge your alliance to his cock! You cried out when he withdrew his wet hand from your hole, crying about how empty you were. His hand wasted no time skillfully unbuckling his pure leather belt and shoving down his fly.
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‘’Aah, y, you love this fuckin’ cock don’t you?’’ Krauser growled in your ear, your head was leaning against his as he had you folded in the nastiest doggy style ever. Sweaty chest against your back as he ruthlessly pounded your poor hole that was overstretched and pulsing around his fat dick. You could barely keep yourself up, your hands were shaking from holding yourself up for this long and your legs already gave out. Thank god he was holding your hips, because you would have fallen without his assistance. Drool leaked from your lips as your eyes rolled all the way back till you saw white, pure glittery white. ‘’YES! Yes..yeess.. I, I love your cock–’’ You barely babbled out, you could practically see his smirk. ‘’Biiiggg stretch, ain’t it baby doll?’’ he taunted. His one hand feeling your belly for the bulge that kept moving from his brutal pounds. Trying his hardest to dick the occult from you!
‘’U–Uh huh.. Big–’’ ‘’Nuh uh, s’ a biigggg stretch. Say it with me now baby,’’ He snapped, his other hand abandoning your hip as it snapped to your jaw. Forcing it to open as your drool covered his fingers. ‘’S’ a biiggggg stretch!’’ You both babbled out, feeling a sloppy kiss get pressed to the side of your head as a reward. ‘’S’ a good baby.. So good at listening–’’ He snarled, slamming your head down into the pillows as he arched your back more. Forcing your ass to quite literally jack hammer and bounce against his pelvis with every thrust.
HEADCANONS II.
After that night of ruthless passion, Krauser regretted it the next morning knowing he just fucked a vampire. He fucked you into disability quite literally because your legs were noodles!
He wasn’t embarrassed he fucked a vampire, he was ashamed he couldn’t kill you. Not after what happened that night, not after experiencing pleasure he’s never felt before. He couldn’t let you live, yet he couldn’t let you die.
That’s when you two came upon an agreement, he wouldn’t kill you as long as you didn’t kill any more humans. And would become his ‘’assistant’’, which was a hard choice for you. Becoming his assistant meant you had to betray your own kind for him, kill your own kind, betray your cauldron. Risk everything, your title, yourself, and your faith. And you didn’t want to become like Alucard..
But Krauser promised to teach you, to protect you from everyone else. He gave you the location to where you would sign such an agreement, at a chapel.
You thought for many moons about this, you knew the agreement would be permanent and be in blood. If you betrayed his values or if he betrayed his, you’d die. But he made you feel things you never felt before–And it’s not like you were very important to your cauldron, they didn’t even notice you reeked of human..
So you signed it, you two were bound in blood. Like a twisted version of a prenup.
He taught you everything–Helped you build immunity, protected you from leering eyes.
Food was an issue, since you could no longer hunt humans and animals did not sedate you, he allowed you to drink from him. Which always leads into sex no matter what.
Blood dripped from your fangs as you stayed attached to his throat, whimpering and crying out as he bounced you onto his cock. Trying to get you to squirt on him since it feels fantastic and makes you bite harder. Not to mention he wants to be covered in your scent so other vampires know he’s fucking you.
He loves to fill you while you're feasting on him, he purposely eats more iron filled foods and stays hydrated so he has more plasma to offer to you.
LOVES it when you tie him down and drink from him, as you either get off from teasing him with only his tip or riding him. He always makes sure to fill you with cream pie after cream pie, making you pull off so he can watch the cum goop from your quivering thighs and gaping hole.
Sometimes when you're dry humping, he’ll accidentally cum his pants when you bite down too hard. :(
His recruits behind his back tease he’s your walking blood bag, and it’s true. Since he flaunts his bite marks around.
You make sure to be gentle so he doesn’t become a vampire! You try not to bite down that hard because it can release your venom and inject into him.
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