First of all: LOVE your work. Seeing it brings a smile to my face, no matter the subject.
Second: REALLY LOVE the self-aware character works. Have you thought about making a masterpost for them? I'd really love to sink my teeth into all of the previous ones.
Third, and finally, a request (if you take them): Self-Aware Krauser comforting the player after his death in RE4make? Totally not because I fucking bawled like a baby about it. Not at all. 🥹
One: thank you!!!!! Two: I’d love to make a self aware masterlist if I knew where THEY WERE. Three: sure. Lol.
When Krauser died, you couldn’t stop the tears. Went through all of that just to betray Leon and then die. Straight up bawling. Even having to save the game and go into mercenaries to play as him because you missed him already. He wasn’t even for 5 minutes before you started missing him and now you wished he was in more of the game…and not one of the spin-off games that almost no one played….and was also a big train wreck of a story.
Nevertheless, you were feeling better after playing as him in the mercenaries, watching him beat up the villagers with his bare hand and guns. Made you remember how much you loved to watch him….and his muscles. Especially his muscles. Watching them move as he punches people? God damn.
“Ogle later, player. We have enemies to defeat.” His voice sounded as you were…a little busy looking at his arms that you forgot you were in the middle of a mercenaries round.
“Aw…” You muttered going back to playing the game, helping him beat up enemies. And also watching his arms while he did so.
You could hear him sigh, but you knew he couldn’t stop you. Not that he actually minded. He just…wishes you would focus. Ever since he became sentient, you always watched his arms as he could remember that you would always watch his cutscenes over and over. Even avoiding his fight because he knew that was his end. Hell, he hated that you cried because of it. Because of him. So if ogling him made you feel better, he’s fine with that.
Tags : Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Corn Maze, Flufftober 2023, Reader is genderless
(Flufftober Day 29)
"Are you sure?"
You couldn't resist but gaze into the allure of the cornfield. The hues of orange and green enchant the backdrop in front of you. The sun above your head is painted a vibrant yellow. Its warmth saturated the air as if it were a summer night.
The scene felt almost surreal. You were suspended between reality and reverie, which played tricks on you. Because. How could the sky be so beautiful but feel so strange at the same time?
With your eyes, you could see a pastel blue sky entwined with the shades of gray and white of the clouds, lending them an abstract vibe.
The man before you gave a warm, teasing smile as he pedaled his bike. "You know, I'm an expert at this maze. Just leave everything to me, shall we?"
"Okay," you breathed with a hint of tiredness in your voice, playfully pinching his waist. "But we are not lost, aren't we?"
Cycling during the day, especially in the heart of an endless corn maze, isn't a good idea. Yet, after trying to find a hidden gem place to spend your lovely day, Jack invites you to discover his corn maze adventure, and honestly, it's kind of hard to refuse.
His endearing gestures and his charming moves melted you even more and made you surrender to his sweet words.
His eyes, his words, the way he talks to you, and the slight tender kiss he plants on your lips—it feels like magic work, hypnotized, and it's a kind of enchantment, rendering you with a red hue on your cheeks.
He rode the bike gently, trying to make you comfortable. "Well, but you agreed to go on a corn maze trip; you can't complain about it, right?"
"Alright, fine. You win this time."
With each pedal, he hummed a gentle melody, and you tilted your head, observing a bird swaying on the horizon. The sunlight joyfully bathed your presence, caressing your visage with its yellow hue.
Summoning your spirit, you fixed your gaze on the broad back in front of you—the protector, the guardian who shielded you from every harm every single day.
How could you forget these facts? Even when he says something crazy or nonsensical, his love and protection will always stay in your life, no matter what.
Suddenly, you wrapped your arms around Jack's waist, embracing him gently with your love, cradled in his scent, and showering him with your love. Your sweat danced in the air as his lips curled into a subtle smile.
"What's up? Are you tired?" He mused.
"No, Jack. I just realized that the corn maze trip isn't that bad. Thank you for inviting me."
ik ik. i said las plagas leon but it’s been days and the krauser fight won’t leave me alone. my man is seriously underrated.. ONE CHANCE PLS JACK
loose ends
warning: dubcon, oral, creamy pies
Jack walked with purpose, hood pulled deep into his scarred face but still barely containing the twitching lip sliced apart by shiny pink tissue.
It was a clear evening, one that‘s in the middle of a work week. To him this was just a frayed string that had to be tied up before he could lay his past to rest on the graveyard they put his headstone on.
He never visited his grave, of course. He wouldn‘t know if they bothered after not finding his remains. But it was his finale. Chapter end, book closed.
Or it was supposed to be.
But things were left undone and Krauser just couldn‘t leave it alone and Wesker gave him free reins as long as he wouldn‘t impair his narrative.
He wrung his hand in his jacket pocket, paper crinkling in his grip but it already served a full purpose of leading him. He was so close. The scars on his mouth felt tight and he wiped his free hand across his lower face and jaw to losen his expression.
The house stood in front of him tall and solid but Jack felt like he was grazing down on it as he approached the front door. He looked at the door bell and letter slot at the door.
His finger traced the name plastered next to the button, his voice barely a breath.
“y/n l/n.“
Tonight he was going to do his worst work yet.
His hand fell away from your name as he angled towards the large potted plant decorating the porch. A grin pulled at the deepest scar. “Silly girl.“
He fingered at the soil until he dug up a small dirt colored box. Gently picking it up, Jack shook it by his ear to hear the rattle inside. You never changed.
The box came open and out of it, the spare house key.
Jack unlocked the front door, throwing it into the opposite wall as he stepped in. He could hear all immediate noise stop. TV went on mute for a moment, plates and silverware went silent. A disbelieving voice.
“Hello?“
Jack set his jaw under your voice. It‘s been so long. All this time he thought he remembered it perfectly, each quirk and dip in your tone. The way you pronounced certain words.
But hearing it was different. Humbling because his memory wasn’t absolute.
There was shuffling, he couldn’t picture you sliding the awful fuzzy blanket off your lap that he only tolerated the feeling of.
“Mom? I thought you‘re not coming until… tomorrow…“
Bare feet tapped across hardwood floor into the hallway, staggering and finally screeching to a halt.
“Jack?“ It was a breath but not even. An exhale of what was left in your lungs and then some - your chest left a vacuum.
Jack looked at you and his mind was never set on a goal more. You looked so torn up in that hallway, wearing one of his old tshirts. The dog tags clicked together, sounding high as a bell in his ears. The ceiling light beautifully caught the dented mental dangling from your neck.
But your face. You looked like conflict, sorrow and fear and delight jumping across your features in waves.
“Did ya miss me?“
Your hands rose towards your face, tremors zapping through your muscles. Your palm cupped your mouth to sob into your skin. You met his steel eyes from across the hall.
“What’s the matter? Thought you’d be happy to see me.“ A grin split his face apart. His scars itched under the pressure. His face felt like ripping apart.
Your feet were suddenly moving and once set in motion, you weren‘t stopping as you ran. No, you crashed right into Jack‘s chest and your knees buckled underneath you. You would‘ve fallen, poured straight through the gaps in the floorboards and you would‘ve never found yourself again.
You would‘ve if not for big, warm hands wrapping a secure grip around your shoulders.
Jack held you against his chest as you leaned your full body weight into him, relying fully on his support. And you cried. You cried like the day you learned about the helicopter. About no bodies being recovered. About your boyfriend‘s death who you had been a secret for all this time.
The irony didn‘t just walk past Krauser. He circled an arm around your back and pressed you closer, chest rumbling with a laugh that created a tense line in your spine.
Why was he laughing like that? Why was his laugh different?
You wiped your eyes on the buckskin material on his chest before you peeled your face off his jacket, fingers hooked in the fabric.
You got your first good look at the man since he arrived - intruded.
“Your face…“ A gasp, followed by soft fingertips tracing the puffy scar from his eye to his lip. There was a certain horror in your eyes but a tenderness in your touch. That conflict again.
“Woah, easy. Barely got it healed now, baby.“
There were fresh tears as your palm cupped his cheek, thumb going over what was a deep gash just before as if your touch alone would smooth his handsome face back out.
“What… what happened to you?“
Jack‘s hands slid to your waist, thumbs pressing into your hips bones. A smile played at his features but left his eyes cold. Those eyes weren‘t his. He wasn‘t in them and you almost took a step back if he didn‘t hold you so firmly.
“Something the matter?“ The playfulness in his tone was almost entirely gone. He spoke low, studying your face as it fell and built itself up in new emotions of fear. You were fearful, doubtful.
“You- You‘re not…“ Your voice trailed off, wheezy and soft. A little higher than you would recognize yourself as.
“That how you welcome me back?“ He was still wearing that grin, hands now dropping from your hips to circle around your wrist in an easy hold. Easy for him, you realized, as you tugged them back without any give from Jack‘s hands.
They were so warm you almost got lost in how familiar it all felt.
“You died! Your helicopter- How?“ Your breathing picked up, dipping your toes into hysteria while he just watched, walking you backwards into the living room.
The TV still flashed bright images of a commercial but nobody really took notice.
“Came back just for you.“ You felt the couch digging into the back of your knees, threatening to make you fall if Jack backed you up any further. “You’re telling me you’re not happy? Got a new boyfriend already?“ His tone was even, voice kept level. He wasn’t yelling, never at you. But there was intent in his voice, something dark as he asked you that question.
“Of course not. It’s only been 4 months since…“
Jack bent at the hips just slightly, head dipping too to make up the height difference. “Since what?“ You looked at him, really looked into his eyes and felt your lip wobble. This wasn’t Jack.
This wasn’t your boyfriend.
“What’s going on, Jack? You’re not like this.“
At this, Jack sneered, lip pulled up as he tossed you back just hard enough for you to fall into the seat of the couch. He stood so close, legs caging you in and crowding you against the couch cushions.
“What would you know?" His words were harsh, spat down at you like you were small. And still, his rough palm came down on your head, fingers pushing through your hair lightly. Not gripping, not tugging. Just feeling your scalp under his fingertips.
His free hand found the buckle of his belt and your eyes snapped from his face to his crotch. He was hard already, erection bulging out his cargo pants.
“What the hell?“ Your hands came up to push at his hips, frowning deeply. This wasn’t right. You dreamed of the day that brought back your boyfriend but you didn’t envision this. Never this.
Jack didn’t budge, fiddling open his belt one handed. “Don’t act brand new. We did this all the time when I came back from duty, didn’t we?“
You only managed to shake your head before Jack‘s patience ran thin and he yanked out his fully hard dick, squeezing the base of his cock with a groan. “Open up, baby. C'mon.“ Jack tilted his head to the side, staring you down as he squished the tip of his cock against the seam of your lips, painting your frown with his beading precum as if it was lipgloss.
You turned your head as far as Jack‘s hand on your head let you. “Stop it, you- mmh!“
Jack clicked his tongue, thrusting just the tip in your mouth as you spoke. “Yeah, just like that.“ His palms rested on the sides of your head like a caress but really, he was holding your head to feed you more of his aching dick. “Fuck… Been too long, hasn’t it?“ His hips pumped shallowly into your mouth, cock head bumping into the roof of your mouth with every push.
Your hands braced against his hips, humming in protest as you looked up at him. He looked intense, mouth slightly open and holding aggressive eye contact.
“You missed this dick, huh?“ His hands put pressure on your skull, almost as if he didn’t even know how strong he was. Your eyes pinched shut and you got no warning before Jack snapped his hips forward, lodging his cock into your throat. You gagged, unprepared but Jack didn’t pause, much less pull out so you had no choice but to attempt to take it. If he noticed the weak tapping out you did on his thigh, he simply ignored it in favour of going deeper.
“Look at me while I fuck that mouth.“ He used his US army major voice, stern and cutting through the air like a bullet.
Your eyes fluttered open, lashes wet and clumped up with tears. You looked up into his general direction. You couldn’t see him through those glassy eyes.
Whatever Jack saw seemed to please him however, nails scraping across your scalp as he ground out a moan. You were drooling on yourself, cheeks and lips red as he worked your throat with sharp thrusts.
“Not sure about you“ he paused for a moment, cock stuck in your throat, to adjust his grip on your head “but I missed this real bad.“ His thumb wiped underneath your eye, smearing your tears across your skin.
He pumped his hips faster, already most of his cock stretching your throat and bulging out your skin. For a split second your were afraid he really wouldn’t stop. For a moment you thought he would suffocate you for real but just as your dizzy head started spinning, Jack pulled his cock from your mouth, glistening wet and connecting to your lips with strings of spit.
You gasped and coughed, heaving breaths shaking your frame. You could barely recover before Jack had you pinned down on the couch with one hand snaking into your sweatpants. You yelped, throat feeling incredibly raw. This fingertips stroked over your clothed pussy, humming at the feeling of your slick seeping through the fabric.
“That got you wet? God, you little slut.“ He laughed, tearing your bottoms down your legs. “I missed you.“
Your clothes landed on the floor. Jack put a tight grip on your thighs, prying them open to really settle between them. “Keep em open for me.“
And you did, knowing something wasn’t right with your boyfriend. This was scary. He scared you. But something in the pit of your stomach told you it wasn’t all fear. Not when you watched him stroke his cock slowly, eyes fixed on your pussy laid out in front of him. You were glistening for him, clear juices running down your ass as you clenched around nothing.
You held your breath as Jack pressed his angry red cock head between the fold of you pussy, swiping the tip through your folds until you whined. “You desperate for it now?“ He looked at your face, still splotchy and watery from getting your mouth fucked until tears. You sucked your bottom lip in. There was no better look on you, he decided. “Yeah, you are.“
His free hand went straight to your hip, pressing you into the couch to adjust the angle against your hole. His hips snapped into yours, burying himself to the hilt with one thrust.
You yelled out his name, barely understandable but he heard you all the same.
“Fuck… Came here to put the past down but I‘ll keep this pussy.“
His hips didn’t stop working, fucking you with hard and deep strokes but his words sparked some recognition in your brain. Unfocused, you looked at him as he gripped your hips in both hands to pull you into his thrusts.
“Wha-? Ahh!“
His thumb pressed into your clit, circling tightly. “Don’t worry about it.“ He grinned at you, sweat beading across his forehead. His thumb was relentless, applying firm pressure to your sensitive bundle of nerves in time with his rough movements. You couldn’t worry about it with your head going blank. There was nothing but the feeling of the couch beneath you and Jack‘s weight above you. Nothing but his cock stretching your pussy to its limits, hammering into your cervix until you cried all over again from stimulation.
“Jack! 'M gonna-!“
Your walls were twitching and convulsing. His touch on your clit burned, it was too much. Your legs shook, trying to close uselessly around Jack‘s huge frame.
“Cum on my cock then.“
You wailed, having no choice but to take his cock, his hands, his words. Your release was looming close, making your chest heavy. It hit you all at once, whiting your vision out as you screamed and gushed around the thick cock pumping you through your orgasm.
It didn’t take long for pleasure to turn into painful overstimulation. You shook under him, head tossing in the cushions.
“Too much. Pluh-Please, no more-“ You whined as Jack shoved in hard.
“Just a little more.“
There wasn’t much you could do but bite your teeth and hold onto Jack‘s hands on your hips as he thrust a couple more times, more violent and less aimed before he pushed in as deep as he could go. He exhaled a harsh groan, pumping you full of cum.
“Yeah…“ Jack ground his hips against yours, making you sob softly but enjoying the sting of overstimulation as his erection flagged inside you.
He didn’t pull out until your squirmed, face screwed up as you looked up at him with pure exhaustion that could easily be mistaken for submission. An even better look on you.
Jack yanked his cock out, hands immediately going to your abused pussy but spread your folds and hold you open. “Would you look at at…“ He sounded out of breath and you wanted to complain but were left shivering under the feeling of his seed leaking out your hole. Jack swiped his fingers through the mess before stuffing his cum back into your twitching cunt.
Can we see more of Krauser please? You write him so well! 😫 Maybe some hc's about him and his s/o? Can be fluff and or smut.
Hope you have a great day! 🥺
⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ N o t e ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ Sure anon! I'm glad you like how I write him 🥺 I made both SFW and NSFW ones. And my day is great, thank you! I hope you have a great day too. Reblogs and comments are always appreciated because your feedback is important to me. Enjoy!
His s/o is probably one of the few beautiful things in his life. Literally, he puts them on a pedestal, and he makes sure you won't forget how special you are to him.
Jack will spoil you with compliments and all sorts of riches, just to make you feel appreciated and happy.
Sometimes he will murmur in his sleep or flinch because of the nightmares he has. All he needs is your gentle touch to wake up and see that he isn't in real danger. He falls back asleep immediately because he feels safe with you.
He likes to be the big spoon, but he won't say no if you want to switch.
Krauser smokes a lot, about one pack a day if not more when he comes from a mission. You two argue sometimes about his unhealthy habit, but he is stubborn and won't listen. He will try to smoke less in your presence, though.
He loves his sister so much that he considers retiring just to spend more time with her.
He will teach you some knife tricks and some combat moves for your safety. He has a lot of patience with you, and training with him will be another bonding time.
His training routine is hard, and you almost fainted when you tried doing it too. Krauser got a little worried, and after that, he will adjust his training routine so you can join safely too.
He doesn't mind that you get a little clingy and follow him around. As I said, he loves your company, and you are like a breath of fresh air. His job gets ugly sometimes, and he is happy when he gets a warm welcome from you. It can be either a hug, a cuddling session, or just a warm meal; he'd appreciate everything you do for him.
During hugs, he likes when you hold him tight and he gets to bury his head in the crook of your neck. It makes him feel safe and valued.
When he doesn't return your calls or texts during his missions, you start to get worried. You're not delusional; you know that he is busy, but your mind can't stop thinking about the worst possible outcomes. What if he got shot? What if she is lying dead somewhere? There are a lot of "what ifs" that harm you, but you can't ignore them.
He does call you back when he is back to safety, and you are so happy to hear his voice that you almost cry.
No matter where he goes, he makes sure to get some cute souvenirs for you. From keychains to expensive jewelry, Krauser won't come empty-handed.
He prefers sex positions that include full-body contact, such as the missionary, the flat iron, or the lotus. He isn't very picky in bed, and if you want to try something new, he won't say no.
He likes sex toys but doesn't use them often. He likes to make you cum with his cock and fingers, not some plastic toy.
His cock is fairly above average and slightly thick, so he needs to warm you up really well before entering you.
He always compliments you during sex about how good your pussy/ass is, how cute you are when you sob, etc.
Has a size kink and a dacryphilia one, but it's more of a secret. You'll figure it out when he'll constantly hits your cervix so hard that you start tearing up, and at that moment, his cock will throb hard and his moans will get louder.
Your pleasure is his top priority.
He loves when you look into his eyes while blowing him. He loves how those big eyes of yours stare at him while your pretty mouth is full of his cock.
He loves cybersex. It can be sexting, or if he is alone, you can do it on video call too.
He secretly likes to be dominated. He sometimes gets a boner when you boss him around. He won't admit it tho.
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pairing(s): jack krauser x masc! reader
synopsis: your fiancé is late from his morning runs once again. he's hiding something, you don't know what it is yet, but you will uncover the truth on your special day—september 19th 2023.
content: masculine pronouns used twice, fluff, misunderstanding trope, mentions of metaltango
a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @sporeghost for turning 27!!! did i surprise you hehehhe? :3 for rhys, the no.1 krauser supporter! thank you for reaching out, for being my first follower + friend on this platform, you're always so nice to me & such a writing inspiration! also busted my ass trying a new style on this (word doc says 56 hours oml) - tbh idk if any of it makes sense, but if it did, hope you enjoy it!!
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Footsteps, lightly tread across the floorboard. Barely a squeak breathes the dawn mist as Krauser tightens his sneaker’s laces, attempting to not rouse you from your slumber. His routine of discipline ingrained into him—unyielding—even during his off days. The gentle thuds fade into the silence, with only a dull creak of the door to signal Krauser leaving your shared home.
You shift yourself in the cocoon of white linen, rolling into the warm side of the bed where your fiancé just laid. Smother yourself in the pillows that still linger his morning scent and the reminders of his residue warmth. This isn’t unusual for you and your fiancé—you had accustomed to his early morning antics during these years of common lodging.
Yet it is unusual that in these couple of weeks, he leaves home much later, and often staying past afternoon outside. A brewing suspicion stalks your thoughts—that whether these early mornings are just ‘runs’ or an attempt to escape from the serenity and comfort.
The door creaks open as you are lounging on the couch. The sun is hanging high now, blinding the floorboards on your living space. It was almost the afternoon—No call, no text, no ‘I’ll be late’. You tried to get comfortable, read a little, shoo the irrationality from your conscious despite your better judgement. After all, Krauser has been nothing but the best fiancé in the world beside this short period of time.
“How was your run, Jack?” You lower your book slightly when Krauser enters the room, inspecting him from the corner of your eye.
“It was good, sweetie.” Krauser responds as he unties his shoelaces. Taking firm steps to you. Bending over to plant a kiss on your forehead. Nothing out of the ordinary. “How was your book?”
“Good.” You lie. Your mind so occupied that you were just reading words, not sentences. Even the lustful thrills and toe-clenching horrors of Stephen King can’t get you out of this sickened mood.
You can’t help but notice how his shirt isn’t sweat-stained, his hair still slicked back, which he never does before a run because it will sweat into its original state. The thought weighs your mind as Krauser positions his exercise bag next to the couch as he slumps to the seat next to you.
“You’re a bit late today.” It isn’t your intention to ambush him the moment he comes home, but it sure sounds like it.
Those eyelashes bat with steady coolness, reaching over you to collect the TV remote. Not even an impulsive twitch on his finger, like nothing was wrong. Like there wasn’t a question viciously aching your brain and plaguing your thoughts. You see bandaids over his left hand—between the creased joint of his thumb, across the open arch of pliant skin sloping towards the rest of the fingers. Through the corner of your eyes, you see the strip tugged around the pads of his index finger—still freshly beige instead of greying from everyday wear and tear.
You can’t figure out whether it was just his serene normality or his unpiercable lie, one that he had grown proficient in after years of training.
“Yeah. It was a long run.” A pause. Airing with a tension of something unsaid. The charming voices spoken through the TV felt solemn, sarcastic with how their laughter fractures the space you share. You clear your throat. “Anything else?”
“Not really.” Krauser sits in his silence, retreating into his own world that feels far, far away from you right now. You notice he hasn’t looked at you once, and then those same eyes turn to you. He knows you’re watching him, waiting for him to say something, demanding an answer—of any kind—to soothe the thoughts in your brain.
Krauser hesitates, fumbling the words as he does so. “I guess… I ran into Leon at the park.”
“Leon, huh.” Jealousy creeps behind your throat, following with a venom that taints your breath. “What— so you’re telling me, you came home late. And just happen to bump into Leon?”
“Look— It’s not what you think.” Krauser opens his mouth in attempts of honesty, but closes into a lie. “We just talked. That’s all.”
“You’re hiding something from me, Jack.” Your fists clench itself first, then threatens with a hitch of breath that will crack the glass that’s been patched together over and over. The words came out weak, much weaker than you anticipated. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing. I didn’t even stop to say hi.” He frantically clicks through the channels, hoping to find something that may diverge your attention to the screen, and ultimately, dropping this whole topic together.
“You and Leon— did something happen? I won’t get mad, I promise.”
“Drop it.” His answer is straight. Rough on the edges. A command. Too militarian for you who simply desires honesty and transparency. “You’re jumping to conclusions.”
The remote drops to the floor.
A thud. A harsh clack. The device’s back compartment detaches, and the batteries fall, rolling away. Alike the distance between you two, coming undone and splaying across the hardwood floor. Krauser curses a little under his breath as he grabs the batteries, grateful that can buy extra time for his answer and composure.
“Wanna watch something?” His voice slows, as if to convince himself he’s not mad—doesn’t deserve to be—for being the one who raises his voice. But those are merely words, not actions, to diffuse tension that suffocates: laboured and too late. You let his request hang the air as you rise, beelining to the bedroom door as you leave him in the grief of betrayed silence.
September 19th
You begin to regret every part of this petty fight you have been upholding on your end. Krauser tries to call a truce with you every night, seducing you with meaningless praise while simultaneously not revealing the truth that aches your brain.
Krauser crawls into your side of the bed, embracing you—and despite being hardly awake, you are awake enough to comprehend all the ridges of his chest and ab muscles flushing against your back—which earns a slight groan from you as you pull his arm over you. You guess you can make an exception, it being your birthday after all.
“Happy birthday, my fiancé.” He pecks a kiss onto your shoulders, submerging you in both the warmth of his words and body.
You whispered a laboured ‘thanks’ underneath sleepy breath. Something about being embraced by your lover as the dawn hits is magical, but at this moment, you slide away with how the thoughts over the brewing tension these past few days.
Krauser sighs understandingly, turning over to his bedside table to rustle something from his drawers before turning back to you. “You might not be mad at me after this.”
You watch as his hands hold out something in his back. Curious instinct leads you to lean in and peek behind him, which Krauser shifts the item to his other hand, disguising it from your view. You scoff: “Well, can I have it?”
“Huh. Not mad anymore?” A corner of his lips upturn into a snicker.
Your frown. “Keep this up, maybe I’ll stay mad.”
“But don’t you want your present?” Krauser is grinning. He’s enjoying this too much. Bringing his hand forward, a box—humble in size and shape—in front of you, ribbon dangling through the hook between his index finger. As you lift your arms, Krauser moves it higher up where you cannot reach.
“I should be getting two gifts, one for an apology and another for my birthday.” You taunt at him some more, snatching the box from his fingers to nestle it in your arms. Ribbon ties crookedly on the top, and the birthday wrapping messily tucked into the side only elevates the charm of its homemade genuineness and warmth.
You look at the box, then turn your head up to Krauser again. He gives you a smiling nod, a go-ahead to unravel your gift. Then you peel off the gift wrap, careful at first, but eventually tearing them apart when the wrapping can’t be preserved. You open the lid.
Two wooden sculptures, just short of six inches. Each consist of a short bulky stem imprinted with a face, a sloped cap—painted red and green with careful dotted whites—shielding the face like a tiny umbrella. The left figure has a pinched eyebrow, dips forming downturned lips that made it look so serious. A distinct cheek scar running across his face that you recognise from anywhere. And the other figure… well, that’s you.
“What…” You shuffle your lookalike out of its cardboard support and hold it in your palm, spinning it to catch all the details in the light.
Krauser grins, picking up the other figure to position it next to his cheek. Then he copies the sculpture’s expression, almost uncannily alike himself. You let out a snicker at the sight, and as if your smile is contagious, he laughs too, breaking character. “Well… I might have spent too many tries perfecting this.”
You look at the two little mushroom sculptures next to each other. It’s no professional work, but each careful dip and curve is genuine, practiced and carved with love. You feel Krauser’s gaze on you.
“You made this?” Now you notice the gentle dip of bags underneath his eyes. Lids are droopy. Exerted.
“Do you like it?” He asks, tone growing softer in relief.
You didn’t answer, simply letting your replica’s face lightly crash against each other. Krauser inches closer, falling his lips against yours. The kiss is brief, but long enough for the exchange of mutual connection and forgiveness. You smile once more, placing the two sculptures right next to your window sill. It sits proudly on your sill as the light shines in, as if it belongs there perfectly.
“I’m not very good at lying, as you’ve figured out. I just needed any excuse so you won’t figure out your surprise.” Krauser lets out a deep sigh of relief, tapping you on your nose affectionately. “Thank god it’s over. I never want to hide anything from you again.”
“Thank you.” came your sincere gratitude. “Maybe you should teach me how to do this.”
“Oh, I don’t know if you’ll like it. It’s harder than it looks.” He pulls you closer, lessening the distance between you two. “Besides, those beautiful hands of yours shouldn’t be touching those sharp knives.”
“What if I don’t mind a bit of danger?”
“Well...” Krauser snickers, bringing his lips to your forehead. “Then I guess I can teach you a few things, my prince.”
“Oh, so you’re my knight now, is it?” You chuckle.
“Yes, your highness.” Krauser bows his head humorously, trying to his best not to chuckle. “Anything you heart desires.”
“If that’s case,” You wrap your hands around his back, and falls back onto the bed, pulling him with you. “I’m ordering you to stay.”
Krauser looks at you, the warmth in his chest blooming. And for a moment, nothing mattered. Just you and this bed is all he needs. He smiles deeply this time.
Krauser doesn’t know how to verbalize what he needs as it’s been drilled into him that verbalizing them is bad thing and makes him weak. So you guys have found work around. Krauser will either sign what he needs or writes it down for you so you can help him.
omgomgomg, resident evil boys with reader who ALWAYS falls asleep on them. Like they could just be sitting next next to each other watching a movie or even at a RESTAURANT and then they feel a weight on their shoulder and reader is just snoozing
AAAAH oh my god I totally love this idea and I also oved writing it. Thank you so much anon for this and I hope you'll like it 🥰 I also do commissions if y'all are interested 💖
Both of you were in the lab late at night, waiting for some results. Wesker was sitting in front of a microscope, analizing a sample, and you were right next to him, completing a report. Only the sound of your keyboard could be heard in the room, as you typed rigorously.
"Hey Wesker," you said, yawning. "How much 'till the results come up?"
"They should be ready any minute now. If you want, go rest. I'll finish around."
"No, it's fine. I want to keep you company."
Maybe you were tired and were hallucinating, but you swear you saw Wesker smile. It wasn't a big one, just a satisfying smirk that appeared on his face.
Wesker paid no mind to you and kept observing the molecules. He liked when you were seeking his attention, and he often would play clueless to your hints just to toy with you. He had a satisdic pleasure to see you sweat over your own emotions and insecurities, especially when they were a direct result of your interactions.
While being consumed by his own ego,
While observing the chain reactions, he felt something heavy leaning on his shoulder.
He peeked over his shoulder and saw your head, which was laying heavy. You were long gone in the dreamland.
"Y/N," he said, but there was no reaction. He noticed that you were in a deep slumber and didn't have the heart to wake you up.
"I told them to go to sleep," he murmured. "They always end up like this."
He slowly moved his arms under your shoulders and knees and lifted you up, heading to the nearest bedroom. That was one of the advantages of working in a mansion.
He slowly placed you on the soft mattress, caressed your head a few times, removing some strands of hair from your face, and left, closing the door slowly behind him. He also left some coffee and a note saying that he would handle the rest of the procedure and to continue your day as usual.
Despite his cold attitude towards you, he cares for you, and he misses you when you're not around. He will never admit that, tho, not to you or even to himself.
Staying up late to complete reports isn't a fun activity unless you do it with somebody you like.
Leon's fingers typed rigorously on the keyboard while you were next to him, helping with the details.
"The fight with the knights was before or after I reunited with Ashley?"
"After... and then you got in the castle to find Luis..."
"Right"
He felt the fatigue and boredom taking over his body, his eyelids closing, but he trespassed to give his body a quick boost so he could take another sip of coffee.
He peeked at you and noticed that you weren't rested either. I mean, you were in the same village, doing the same thing: rescuing the president's daughter, and it wasn't like somebody pated your shoulders and told you to go rest because you deserved it. No, you took a quick nap at home, and then you had to finish the rest of your assignments just like a regular day.
Leon continued writing because he knew that the sooner he'd finish, the faster you could go to sleep.
Suddenly, he felt something heavy leaning over his shoulder. When he turned around, he saw your head resting on him. He looked at you with half-lidded eyes and thought, "this must be nice," and smiled.
He gently caressed your head a few times and then went back to his writing.
A few minutes passed, and you jumped, sending a powerful shock to your numbed body. You immediately regained consciousness and looked around, seeing Leon in the same spot but with a smirk over his face.
"Slept well?"
"Yeah, your shoulder is very comfy," you said, rubbing your eyes.
"At least this is what I can do: provide a comfy shoulder," he chuckled.
You wrapped your arms around his and leaned again over him, this time without falling asleep. He smelt so nice and was so clean.
"Ashley wasn't rescued again until after you killed Ramon," you said as your eyes quickly scanned the report.
"Thanks." He smiled and kissed your head. You stayed glued to him like that until you both fell asleep.
You were having a well-deserved rest in the comfort of your home after long, long months of working. Luis put a film on the TV, bought some snacks, and poured two glasses of wine.
"There you go, love," he said as he handed you your glass and sat next to you.
"Thank you," you said, giving him a warm smile. "It's nice being you with you like this, you know, not being surrounded by dead bodies and viruses."
"Tell me about it! I can't remember the last time I had a normal night. It's been so long!"
You were both sleep-deprived and burned out, and you barely kept your eyes open. The ideal date was falling asleep in his arms, but he wanted to do something a little nicer.
The movie just started, and you sat very comfortably in Luis's embrace. His arm was wrapped around your body, and you were leaning on him.
"Great choice, y/n." he said as he kissed your forehead gently. He pressed a long, lingering kiss before moving his eyes to the screen. He loved feeling your presence and the warmth of your body. It eased his soul.
Suddenly, he felt something heavy leaning on his chest. He quickly lowered his gaze and saw that you had fallen asleep.
"My love," he chuckled, pressing another kiss on your head.
He took another sip of wine and stared blankly at the TV. A powerful feeling of sadness overwhelmed him all of a sudden. Maybe he was just tired; maybe all of the feelings he swept tunder the rug were coming out, who knows, but he was sure of one thing: he didn't want to lose you. Luis took a deep breath and tightened his embrace. You were there, and that was what mattered to him.
His vision started to blur, the actor's lines were nonsense, and they talked gibberish. His whole body felt heavy, and in a few moments, he joined you in the dreamland, trying to find you in your dreams.
After a long day of training, you two decided to eat in the cafeteria and talk about the day.
You were sitting next to him on the comfortable sofa, eating leftover cake.
"This is still good," you said, taking another bite.
"I don't know how you can eat that. I've been sitting here all day," he said, making a grimace while looking at the cake.
"Stop being a hater for once and enjoy the simplest things in life. You might die tomorrow."
"That might kill you today."
You scoffed and shoved the rest of the cake into your mouth ostentatiously. He rolled his eyes.
"You can be so stubborn sometimes."
"I know, but luckily for me, you have patience."
You nugged his shoulder, and you caught him smirking.
You began talking about the day, the government, and even random stuff like trends and articles. Krauser was very different when he wasn't on the job. He talked more freely, he swore often, and he even laughed more, but when he did, it was full of satisfaction and life. He meant it.
He kept talking about how the government is corrupted, and you often agreed with him.
"I admire you, tho." He began. "You don't take anyone's bullshit. You fight back."
Silence.
"I know maybe I dumped a lot of things on you right now, but to be honest, I don't trust many people. I also..." he sighed, "...enjoy your presence."
The prolonged silence made him paranoid. Suddenly, he felt something heavy leaning on his shoulder, and when he peeked, he noticed you fell asleep.
"Do I bore you too?" he whispered. "Heh, I guess all superiors have this effect." He smirked and closed his eyes.
He cared about you more than he'd like to admit. He sees the potential in you, and he hopes that some day you will be able to make a change, as he feels it's too late for him due to his age. Because of that, he is harsher with you during training and missions.
He followed you shortly, snoring as he fell deep into the slumber.
He wanted to take you out to dinner, so he chose his favourite bar, where they serve the best steak. The football game was playing in the background, and the people were cheering and clinking their beers. A lot of noise was around you, but regardless, Chris was giving you all of his attention.
You stayed next to him as you two ate. You felt so safe with him, so peaceful. Chris tried not to give too many details about his missions, so he would gossip about what was going on with his team, who fought with whom, and what his superiors told him—the bare minimum.
"Are you sure there's nothing more you want to tell me?" you asked, interrupting him mid-sentence. Even if the tea was juicier than the steak (lots of betrayals, make-up, fights), you felt like he was hiding something.
"Hmmm... yeah, I'm pretty sure. Don't stress too much about it; I'm fine." He kissed your cheek and returned to his plate.
The national team scored a goal. The crowd was cheering and yelling, enhancing the bustle and excitement that was already in the bar.
You didn't notice the noise anymore; you got used to it. Chris' presence was making you drowsier than usual, probably because you also have your stomach full now.
"I didn't expect so many people today; otherwise, I would've cooked at home," he said in a slightly annoyed tone as he was looking around the room. "But the important thing for me is that you fee-" he said in a more cheerful tone, but was cut off mid-sentence again when he felt something heavy leaning over his shoulder. He peeked and smiled when he saw that you fell asleep.
"Look at that; I didn't know it was possible," he chuckled.
Chris remained still, as he didn't want to wake you up.
Everything he does, it's just for you. He goes on those missions just to make sure that the world is one step closer to being safe. He doesn't recognise the line between his own fantasies and reality, but every time he steps out of that door, he goes with a full heart because he knows that every time he comes back, you'll wait for him with a warm meal and a warm smile.
Hey, I just saw your post about requests. Could you write about Krauser and for a word maybe flowers
Here you go, dear anon. First time writing for Krauser, so I hope he's not too ooc in this. Have fun reading. <3
notes: established relationship, it's reader's birthday
Jack Krauser + “flowers”
It’s not even 8 am when your doorbell rings, a high and annoying sound that disrupts your usual Sunday morning routine of lounging around in bed as long as possible, mindlessly scrolling through social media or getting lost in a book you picked up recently. You look up from your phone, contemplating to ignore the early visitor but the next moment, the doorbell rings again, and you realize that it’s probably in vain not to react. Whoever is standing in front of your door right now seems to be very eager to see you now.
With a groan, you toss the blanket aside and put on a pair of fluffy socks before you make your way to the door. “On my way,” you call out. After a couple of seconds of fumbling with your keys to unlock the door, you open it – and are greeted by a rather unusual sight: Jack Krauser in civilian clothing and with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.
“Uhm… morning?” you say, not really sure how to react to the surprise visit. Sure, you had planned to meet up later today and maybe grab a drink or something to celebrate your birthday but you haven’t expected him to stop by this early.
“Happy Birthday,” he replies stiffly and hands you the flowers. They’re beautifully arranged, with just the right amount of greenery that makes the colors of the petals pop.
“Uh…” Your expression is one of utter disbelief as you try to comprehend what’s going on. Not once in your relationship have you received flowers from him. So, a little dumbfounded, you look at the bouquet in your hands and then back at the Major. “You got me flowers for my birthday?”
“Yeah, I got you flowers. Don’t make a big deal out of this now,” Krauser warns you but the moment you start to beam at him, he knows that you will make a big deal out of this. And maybe rightfully so. He’s not the type for romantic gestures like that, heck, he despises getting all sappy, but at the same time, it gives him an odd feeling of satisfaction to see you so happy.
When you throw your arms around his neck, he wraps his arm around your lower back and gently squeezes you against him. A hint of a smile flashes over his face. Maybe he should consider gifting you flowers more often because nothing will ever compare to the way your eyes lit up in joy today.
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You ask Jack for archery lessons, and both of you end up being in for a surprise.
Word count: 2,074
CW: fluff, archery, established relationship, slightly suggestive, confessions of love
Cross-posted on Ao3
The winds were bad that day, bad enough that Jack almost insisted on not going. Won’t be easy to learn with it like this, he’d told you.
You’d just smiled, because you knew that damn smile would always win him over. The world could be falling apart, and Jack Krauser would still pause just to have one quick look at that smile. Good thing I’ve got you to teach me, then, you told him, pressing a kiss to his lips, and he caved. Always did when it came to you.
The last few months with you had been . . . well, they’d hadn’t been perfect, but they’d been damn good. Jack had long ago resigned himself to the idea that he wouldn’t have anyone. His life was dedicated to his service, nothing more. It was simple. Easy.
And then you’d waltzed in and knocked that simplicity right on its ass.
For months he’d been amazed by how you managed to keep surprising him, from the way you’d never backed down from insisting you wanted to be with him, to the ease with which you spoke to him. The fire of your spirit, and the tender way you’d wind your arms around him when he woke in the night, helping him forget the faces waiting for him in the dark. None of it was what he’d expected. He hadn’t thought a civilian would understand . . . but you had been patient with him. Gentle when he needed it, firm when it was necessary. Ready to listen when he spoke of what troubled him, or to simply be there for him, even if silence was all he could offer. He’d warned you at the beginning that he wasn’t used to this - to having someone. You’d just smiled and told him to take his time.
Nearly everything you did surprised him . . . just like when your eyes lit up at the mention of his skill with a bow.
After all you’d done for him, archery lessons were the least he could give you in return.
That was how the two of you ended up in a field, the wind whipping at you both, making autumn leaves dance through crisp air. And honestly, he should have known, even then, that something was up.
The fact that you’d gotten your own bow should have been a dead giveaway.
You’d presented it to him the night before, a simple recurve, old but well made. Perfectly suited to you, just your size and with a draw strength that you could manage. Simple and effective. Not at all like the heavy-duty compound that Jack was used to using. When he’d asked you where you’d gotten it, you’d just smiled that same, knowing smile. Told you, I want you to give me some pointers. That was all you’d said, and hell would freeze over before he refused you.
So, he set up a target about twenty feet away from where you now stood, but he’d paused when he looked back and saw you standing there, your bow in one hand and a quiver of arrows strapped to a belt on your waist. You held the weapon like you’d been born with a bow in your hand, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
He should have known . . . but he was a bit too busy staring at you to make the connection, because damn did you look good.
It made him all too pleased to step into your space, warding off the cold wind and guiding you into the proper stance - side-face, your bow in front of you and an arrow nocked on the string. His hands were on you because that’s where they belonged, showing you from his own mastery of the craft how to shoot. It was every cliché moment in those movies as he instructed you on how to shoot, all while keeping his arms around you, and he was happy to indulge in that cliché. What had you done to Major Jack Krauser that made him want to indulge in such a thing? He didn’t know, but he didn’t care much then, either. Especially with the way your focus was more on him than any of the pointers he was giving you.
“You’ll never shoot straight if you don’t pay attention,” Krauser leaned in to murmur the words in your ear, grinning all the while.
You just grinned at him again, turning your head towards him a bit, still holding the bow out in front of you. “I’m paying attention, I promise.” He didn’t believe you one bit - and didn’t mind it, either.
“Hm, guess we’ll see. Elbow up-” he reached his hand around your back, lifting the arm that would draw the bowstring back. “Now . . .” he went on, still keeping his lips by your ear, moving his other hand. His fingers brushed along your lips, relishing in the way they nearly parted for him, the way they curled into a smile. He traced the line until his fingertips rested at the corner of your mouth, the one closest to the bow’s string. “For a recurve, you pull it back to here,” he told you, and you nodded, keeping the bow straight up and down as you pulled the string back.
God, you had no right to look like that with a weapon in your hand, the wind playing with your jacket and making you look like a damn action movie hero. Jack had to take a moment to admire it, to hum in your ear again as he nodded.
“Good.” He stepped back from you, albeit reluctantly, because you were here to learn, after all. At least, that was what you said you wanted to do. “Just take a few shots,” he told you. “Aim at the center of the target and adjust- where do you think you’re going?” His voice was equal parts amusement and confusion as you turned on your heel and just . . . walked away.
You didn’t even answer him as you put another ten feet between you and the target. Then another. And another. More and more distance until, if Krauser was guessing right, you were at least a hundred feet from the target.
And once you stopped there, you turned but didn’t draw. Not yet.
He shouldn’t have been surprised when you turned your head to look at him and that smile was back. “Come on,” you tilted your head, beckoning him towards you. “Can’t draw with someone down-range.”
Krauser’s pale brow pinched together, his face drawn in an incredulous expression. With the wind this bad, shooting from that range . . . but still, he did as you asked and moved to your side once more. “Ambitious of you, but-” You didn’t give him the chance to say anything more before you lifted the bow, drawing it back with a confidence Jack was floored by. Your eyes narrowed, your breathing steady as you took aim, a gust of wind sweeping through. Even that wasn’t enough to stop you as you adjusted your aim at the last second.
Then you let the arrow fly . . .
And your bravado was broken when it sunk into the side of the target on the outermost ring. “Shit,” you hissed, “ignore that one!”
And Krauser couldn’t hold in the little laugh that escaped him, because even that would have been impressive to him. But you never could resist the temptation to surprise him, could you? That was all he thought as you expertly nocked another arrow and loosed it.
This time, Krauser’s eyes went wide as the steel tip embedded itself in the target’s center. It was joined only moments later by another . . . and another. Pride curved your mouth back into a smile, and Jack was transfixed.
And he realized then that he should have put two and two together sooner; the excitement in your eyes when he mentioned archery, the bow you’d obtained that suited you perfectly, the way you held it like it was a part of you. Good thing I've got you to teach me, you'd said. As if you needed him to teach you a damn thing. He realized it as you turned to him, your quiver of twelve empty. Not even the wind had kept your arrows from hitting their mark, and all Krauser could do was stare at you like you were a sunrise.
“So?” you grinned, sauntering over to him, winding your arms around him. Trapping him against you with the bow. “Still think I wasn’t paying attention?”
His hands found their way to your hips and Krauser just shook his head, scoffing. “I think you dragged me out here to show off, that’s what I think.” His attempt at sounding annoyed fell short, and you knew it.
“Not true,” you insisted, leaning your face towards his, and god did he love the way your lips brushed his. “It was also an excuse to do something you like. I mean . . . and to get your arms around me.”
What the hell had he done to deserve someone like you? That was the thought that hit him like a flashbang, leaving you as the only clear thing he saw. And if you were the only thing left in the world to him, there was only one thing to do. He pulled you the rest of the way, his mouth meeting yours fully. He relished the sound of your laugh, muffled by the kiss. In the way your lips moved against him, familiar and welcome in a way he’d never thought to experience. He’d had partners in the past, but nothing like this; no one like you.
Because there was no one like you in all the world.
“I fuckin’ love you.”
The words were rough and spoken without warning - but that was often Krauser’s way. It wasn’t the way he’d planned to tell you. Not that he’d really planned on speaking the words just yet, but you’d hit the mark in every way. So he voiced his declaration against your lips and couldn’t help but smirk as you pulled away to look at him with wide eyes.
He’d managed to surprise you for a change.
“That a problem?” he asked, still grinning as he tightened his arms around you.
You searched his eyes, like you were looking for a sign that he was bluffing. You’d find nothing but certainty, though. “God, no! I just . . . didn’t expect you to say it so soon, that’s all. Didn’t expect you to say it . . . at all, honestly,” you admitted after a moment. He hadn’t expected it, either. But he’d known for a long time, now. He’d known in those moments when he’d wake in the morning and find you beside him in bed, catching up on the sleep you missed out on trying to bring him a few moments of peace. He knew it in the moments when your stupid jokes managed to make him laugh, despite himself. He knew it in the quiet of your company and the steadiness of your affection. Even if you hadn’t thought to expect that of him, he’d felt it for a long time.
So, as he took in your surprise, Jack just shrugged. “I didn’t expect you to be an archer. Guess we were both holding out on each other.”
A little laugh from you, and then you were leaning back in, not willing to be on uneven footing. “Well, in that case . . . I love you too.”
That wasn’t new knowledge to him, either. Even if this was the first time you’d spoken the words. “I know,” he told you, because he just did. You told him every day in actions, if not in words.
More kisses, more moments where Jack couldn’t help but wonder how he’d gotten here. More moments where he decided it didn’t matter. He’d dedicated his life to his service - he could be selfish and love you now.
“So,” you said when you finally parted, your eyes sparkling, the wind filling the empty space between the two of you, “wanna show me how military marksmanship measures up against a two-time archery champion?”
“Two-time, huh?” Krauser grinned, giving you a sharp smile as you offered up your challenge. “That’s cute.”
You didn’t back down, not even bristling at his words. You just tilted your head with a smirk and a raised brow. “You wanna talk trash? Or show me what you’ve got?”
His grin only widened. “Alright,” he said, releasing you. “Bring it, sweetheart.”
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.
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"You've had so much done." Jack murmured softly as his fingers traced over the tattoos adorning (Y/n) hand. "It was like an addiction." She said with humor in her voice. His blue eyes remained locked on the ink staining her skin, enamored by the intricacies of each piece. "I never liked tattoos much." Jack admitted, as his fingers drifted from her hand to her wrist. He then hooked his finger in the cuff of her sleeve, and pulled it up to reveal even more tattoos. "Always thought it made people seem like they were trying to be something they weren't." Jacks fingers dragged up her arm slowly, before he turned it over and traced back down to her wrist. "But not you." He muttered softly, his eyes locked onto his favorite of her tattoos. "You are a work of art, you exude elegance and grace. You are strong and you are brave. You take every ounce of pain in stride, and shrug it off like it was a mere annoyance. I envy your dedication to it." He admitted as he tore his eyes away from her tattoos, to look into her eyes. His swirled with raw emotion, while (Y/n)'s held curiosity and wonder. "You sound like you're in love." (Y/n) whispered softly, her heart thundering in her chest. "Maybe I am." He shrugged casually, his eyes casting back to her tattoos, which he continued to trace. "Maybe I am too." She whispered into his ear, content with allowing him to toy with her stained skin. All the while Leon sat across from them on the airplane, looking and feeling completely bewildered to see the Major acting so strange with (Y/n). "What the hell was that?" Leon muttered under his breath, his heart freezing when he locked eyes with Krauser.
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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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