#jack krauser resident evil 4

[bunnist4rz]

THE MERMAID'S EMBRACE; LEON KENNEDY

synopsis; Captain Leon Kennedy, a pirate in Tortuga, is drawn into an adventure when a young sailor presents him with a map to the legendary Isla de la Máscara. After a storm shipwrecks him, he awakens on a beach and meets a mermaid, you, who helps him heal. As their bond deepens, Leon must choose between his pirate life and the love he has found in the ocean. When his crew returns, driven by greed, Leon must protect the mermaid from his former brothers. Ultimately, he discovers that the greatest treasure lies in love and the freedom of the sea. word count; 2k contents; leon kennedy/reader, fem!reader, pirate!leon, set in a pirate au, fluff, a litte bittersweet(?), pirate/mermaid a/n; I had so much fun writing this!!! I hope you have fun reading it tho 😸😸

In a quaint tavern along the bustling coast of Tortuga, the air had the aroma of spiced rum and the sound of sailors' boisterous laughter. Captain Leon Kennedy sat alone at the bar, his eyes tracing the swirls of amber liquid in his mug, lost in thought. The candlelight danced on the scarred wood, casting deep shadows across his weathered face, etched with lines of a thousand battles and the whispers of a thousand storms.

The tavern door slammed open, letting in a gust of salty air that carried with it the distant rumble of thunder. The chatter fell to a murmur as the newcomer's eyes scanned the room, searching for the man he sought. The stranger was a young sailor, no more than a boy, really, with a wild look in his eyes and a map clutched tightly in his trembling hand. He approached the captain, his voice shaking with excitement. "I've got it, Sir! The map to the Isla de la Máscara!"

Leon's gaze snapped up, the name jolting him out of his reverie. He took the map, his calloused hands carefully unfolding the yellowed parchment. It was said that the island held a treasure so great, it could grant a man the power to rule the seas. The legend had haunted him for years, ever since he'd stumbled upon a tattered journal detailing the adventures of a long-lost pirate who claimed to have found the island's location.

"How did you come by this?" Leon asked, his voice low and gruff.

The boy gulped. "My granddaddy, he was a pirate like you, Captain. He said it was for someone worthy, someone who could handle its... secrets."

Leon studied the map, the lines and symbols etched into it seemingly telling a story of their own. He recognized the layout of the Caribbean, the swirls of the ocean currents, and the carefully drawn islands. But what truly captivated him was the crimson X that marked the spot of the Isla de la Máscara. He knew the price of obsession and had seen men lose their minds in the pursuit of such myths, but something about this map felt... real

"Your grandfather was a wise man," he murmured, tracing the X with his finger. "This treasure could change everything." He folded the map and tucked it into his jacket. "Gather your things, lad. We set sail at dawn."

The storm had come upon them without warning, the kind that seemed to be born of pure malice. The Black Revenant was tossed about like a child's toy, the crew's shouts lost in the howling winds and the relentless pounding of waves against the hull. Leon had fought his share of battles, but the sea was an enemy unlike any other.

In the chaos, he saw a flash of white, a figure in the water, and then nothing. The ship's bow dipped sharply, and a wall of water crashed over the deck, sending him tumbling into the cold abyss. He struggled against the merciless embrace of the ocean, his lungs burning as he plummeted into the inky depths.

When he woke, the storm had abated, the world around him a blur of blue and green. He lay on a sandy beach, the warmth of the sun seeping into his bones. Above him, a face hovered, framed by a cascade of emerald hair. Your eyes were as deep as the sea itself, and you regarded him with a mixture of curiosity and concern.

"You live," you said, your voice a melody that seemed to resonate from the very heart of the ocean.

Leon coughed, tasting saltwater and sand. "What... what are you?"

You offered a gentle smile. "I am... something you've only ever heard in stories. A mermaid."

The revelation hit him like a second storm. He had seen much in his life, but nothing had prepared him for this. Yet, as he stared into your eyes, he felt a strange comfort, as if he had been found by a guardian angel amidst the fury of the sea.

"My name is Leon," he managed to say, his voice hoarse. "What's yours?"

"I am called [name]," you replied, your gaze never leaving his. "I have brought you here to heal."

Leon sat up, his eyes scanning the deserted beach. "What do you mean, 'heal'?"

Your smile grew wider, revealing a set of perfect teeth. "You are a curiosity, Leon. A man with a heavy heart. I wish to know more about you."

Leon felt a weight lift from his chest at your words. For the first time in as long as he could remember, he didn't feel the need to hide his pain. And as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the beach, he began to tell her your story, of the battles he'd fought, the treasures he'd sought, and the ghosts that chased him across the sea.

Their conversations grew longer and more intimate as the days passed. You would come to the shore at dawn and dusk, sharing tales of her underwater world and listening to his stories of adventure. Leon found solace in your company, a peace he hadn't felt since before he'd taken up the life of a pirate.

One evening, as they sat on the beach watching the sunset, You leaned in closer. "Your crew," your said, you voice a whisper, "they come for you. And for me."

Leon's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"

"They seek the treasure of Isla de la Máscara," you explained. "But they also seek to capture me for their own gain."

The thought of anyone harming you ignited a fire in Leon's chest. He stood, the sand shifting beneath his boots. "They won't find us here," he said, his voice firm. "I'll protect you."

You placed a hand on his arm. "But at what cost, Leon?" Your eyes searched his, the depth of your concern for him palpable. "Your men, they are not like you. They are driven by greed and violence. They would not understand us."

Leon clenched his fists, his jaw set. "They are still my responsibility," he said. "I will not let them harm you."

As the stars twinkled in the night sky, the distant silhouette of a ship emerged on the horizon. Your heart raced as you recognized the unmistakable outline of the Black Revenant. "They have found us," you murmured, a hint of fear in your voice.

Leon's expression grew grim as he surveyed the approaching ship. He knew the dangers it brought and the choice he must make. He turned to you, taking your hand in his. "You must go. Return to the safety of your world."

"No," you protested. "I will not leave you to face them alone."

"You must," he insisted, his grip firm but gentle. "If they capture you, your world will be lost to me forever."

With a heavy heart, you kissed him, feeling the warmth of his skin against your cold, fish-like tail. Then, with one final look that spoke of a love that transcended worlds, you slipped into the waves, disappearing into the night.

Leon watched you go, the sound of the retreating waves echoing his sorrow. He knew he had to act swiftly. Gathering his strength, he stumbled through the jungle, back to where he had hidden his weapons and supplies. As he dressed his wounds and sharpened his blade, he mentally prepared himself for the confrontation that lay ahead.

The following dawn saw the Black Revenant's longboats rowing to shore. Leon stepped out from the foliage, the sun glinting off his sword. His crew, led by the treacherous first mate, Captain Jack Krauser, spotted him and disembarked.

"Leon!" Jack bellowed. "You've cost us our ship and our treasure!"

Leon's eyes narrowed. "The treasure is not worth the price of your freedom," he said, his voice firm.

Jack sneered. "You've been bewitched by some sea siren!"

"They are not a siren," Leon corrected, his voice low and dangerous. "And they are not yours to take."

The tension grew thick as the crew drew their weapons, their eyes reflecting their greed and malice. Leon's crew had once been his brothers, but now they were a pack of wolves, hungry for what they could not comprehend.

The battle was fierce, a dance of steel and sweat on the sandy shore. Leon's blade sang as he fought off the men who had once followed him without question. Each clang of metal against metal echoed through the air, a symphony of his struggle between loyalty and love.

As the tide of the fight turned against him, you emerged from the sea, riding a giant sea turtle. Your eyes were aflame with power, and a pod of dolphins flanked you, ready to do your bidding. The sight of you, a vision of power and beauty, struck fear into the hearts of the pirates.

Leon's crew froze, their eyes wide with terror and awe. Blackbeard took one look at you and realized the folly of their mission. He dropped his sword and retreated, the rest of the crew quickly following.

The beach grew still once again, the only sounds the lapping of the waves and the ragged breaths of the two figures standing on the shore. Leon looked at you, the love in his eyes unmistakable. "I can't lose you," he said, his voice raw with emotion.

You stepped closer, the water of the retreating tide caressing your legs. "Then come with me," you offered. "To my world, where we can live in peace."

The decision weighed heavily on Leon. He thought of the life he knew, the adventures he'd had, the camaraderie of his crew, and the legend he'd built as Captain of the Black Revenant. But as he stared into your eyes, he knew that his heart had already been captured by the mysterious depths of the sea and the mermaid who had saved him.

"Take me to your world," he said finally, the words heavy with resolve.

Your smile was like the dawn breaking over the horizon, lighting up your face. "You must understand," you said, your voice softer than a whisper of the sea breeze. "You will be giving up everything you know. Your life as a human, your ship, your crew."

Leon nodded solemnly, gripping the hilt of his sword. "For you, I would give up the very stars," he replied, his voice steady despite the gravity of his choice.

Together, you ventured into the ocean, the cool water enveloping them as they swam away from the shore. The transformation was agonizing yet exhilarating, Leon's body morphing into that of a merman, his legs fusing into a powerful tail that propelled him through the water. His lungs burned as he took in the briny air, but you were there, guiding him through the pain and into the embrace of the sea.

As they descended into the blue abyss, the world around them changed, becoming a kaleidoscope of color and light. Schools of fish parted before them, and curious sea creatures approached to examine the newest member of their realm. The pressure increased, but so did Leon's excitement, his heart racing with the thrill of discovery.

Finally, they reached your underwater kingdom, a city of coral and pearl that gleamed in the bioluminescent glow of the deep sea. The merfolk of your world greeted you with a mix of curiosity and caution, their voices a symphony of bubbles and whispers. You introduced Leon as your beloved, and despite their initial wariness, they accepted him into their fold.

Leon and you became an inseparable pair, exploring the vast, uncharted waters and sharing their lives with each other. The treasure of Isla de la Máscara remained undiscovered, its legend fading into whispers. The pirates of the captain Jack moved on, seeking new prizes, while Leon found the greatest treasure of all in the love of a mermaid and the freedom of a life beneath the waves.

Their story grew into a legend of its own, a tale of love and sacrifice that echoed through the depths of the ocean. Sailors spoke of a merman and mermaid who guarded the seas, helping those in distress and keeping the balance between the worlds above and below the surface.

Leon's human life was forgotten, replaced by a new existence filled with wonder and purpose. He learned to navigate the currents and tides, to speak the language of the sea, and to command the respect of the creatures that dwelled within it.

But as the years drifted by, Leon's thoughts often returned to the world he had left behind. The faces of his crew, the sound of the ship's bell, the smell of the salty air—these memories grew faint, yet never disappeared entirely. Yet, each time he gazed into your eyes, the pain of his past was washed away by the beauty of your world and the love that bound them together.

In the quiet moments, as they lay on the ocean floor, watching the ebb and flow of the sea, Leon knew that he had made the right choice. For in the embrace of the sea, he had discovered a treasure more precious than gold—a love that had transformed him into something more than he ever could have been on land.

[daily-leon]

[ultimateanna]

Resident Evil 4 (2023 game) - concept art

[corukant]

leon’s never losing the rookie card 😔🤚

[bloodstainedmuzzle]

Resident Evil 4 Remake (2023) Leon S. Kennedy [ 4 / ??? ]

[grilde1chesse]

thinking about how krauser knows leon like nobody else & therefore hurts him like no one else can.

thinking about how in the script krauser guided leon’s hand into his chest, how he went out content and proud, rather than bitter or scared. he wanted to die by leon’s hand, encouraged it even.

thinking about how he calls leon by his name rather than boy scout or rookie, how leon’s face was the last he’d ever see, and how he was perfectly content with that. how leon called him major one last time, both showing their respect for each other that had previously been buried under their pride.

thinking about how leon can’t even look at krauser when killing him, plunging the knife into his chest with a quivering lip and eyes squeezed shut. thinking about how he looks at himself in the blade afterwards, unable to keep eye contact with his own reflection and visibly holding back tears.

“Do... what you have to do. That's right.

I trained you well... Leon”

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

resident evil boys taking readers virginity 👁️👁️

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Bastard," you said under your breath.

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

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

"Are you enjoying this Wesker?" You teased.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Leon..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I know. I feel it too."

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

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

[tazahan]

RE 4 Remake stuff

[shadowsofrose]

Didn't I teach you? Knives are faster.

Jack Krauser in Resident Evil 4 Remake

[monsieurphantom]

Resident Evil 4 Remake (2023) | dev. Capcom

[hurrakka]

Ngl, this was how the entire fight felt

[daily-leon]

[sapphire-weapon]

Krauser's view of Leon, chapter 11:

[cabinetkillerz]

something about resident evil always gets me motivated

[residentevilnet]

Requested by anonymous.

[frogchiro]

Krauser sitting and watch you and Leon as you make out and explore each other’s bodies. He’s just curious.

He would make you do it and he's such an asshole about it too :(

He wasn't blind. Of course he wasn't. He saw how both you and Leon looked at each other, how you two interacted and all that shit. Some know-it-all shrink would guess it's some kind of trauma bonding, others would say its raging hormones between two your people, barely in your 20's and thrust into such shit predicament. Jack on the other hand didn't have time or care for speculations or analyzing the two rookies put under his command, all he knew and cared about is that Kennedy and you were close.

It was clear as day to anyone with two working eyes; Kennedy was gentler and more careful with you, for example during your private combat training, trying not to throw you around too roughly or hit too hard. Or how after you were tired out after your training Leon would always nuzzle up to you, nudging you with his forehead.

Or that one time during your first weeks on the base whenever some soldiers tried to harass you, Leon was always there, snarling like a feral mutt in your defense; that memory made Krauser chuckle, but he guesses that a mutt will always try to protect his bitch.

Surprisingly, this wasn't the case when it came to Jack himself. Leon was still protective of you, sure, but not nearly as much, in fact neither him nor you were unresponsive to his...advances. Krauser would be a liar if he said he didn't find you both pretty; nice bodies, good hips, the most fuckable lips and those sweet sweet eyes staring up at him whenever he cornered you or Kennedy with a snarl on his face, the gnarly scars moving slightly when he smirked at the whine or tiny arch he got in response.

Months of build up tension led to this exact moment; Krauser, who herded you and Leon into his office and made you sit on the couch, was now seated in front of it, huge, powerful legs spread wide, the bulge of his cock straining against his military pants as he watched you and the blonde embracing while kneeling in front of each other, your arms wrapped around the other's body and letting out the most delicious whimpers and tiny moans while kissing.

Your gentle, soft hands roamed over Leon's broad shoulders, neck and into his fluffy hair, carding through it and gently scratching his scalp which in turn made the man shudder and break the passionate kiss in order to let out pleasured purr, a string of spit still between you as you pant.

'This is so...embarrassing...' You thought and blushed even harder, not even able to suppress the needy whine when Leon dipped down to your neck to ravage it with hot, open mouthed kisses and making you subconsciously tilt your head to the side to allow him more room which Leon enthusiastically used.

His hands moved from your sides to your front, grabbing at your breasts and kneading them, particularly focusing on your stiff nipples which only made you moan louder and arch even more into his insistent touch; they were still so, so sensitive from last night when Leon suckled them well into the night...

However, your pleasure-pained noises were like music to Krauser's ears as his own hand traveled down his belly to his still clothed cock to give it a firm squeeze, his own husky growl drawing both your and Leon's attention and Jack couldn't help but chuckle at your fucked out, needy expressions when you looked at his obscene display; lounging back in his comfortable armchair, his huge, powerful body laid back lazily with his legs all spread, touching and squeezing his cock through his clothes.

God he couldn't wait until he got his hands on his two pretty, fucked out rookies <3