#luis sera x y/n

[multi-fandom-imagine]

🧸 - A soft plushie || Luis Sera ||

A/n: Luis! My boy needs more love, so here’s him being dad.

Translations:

Conejita-Little Bunny

cachorrito- Puppy

Mi vida – my life

papito-Papa

Cariña-Sweetheart

Nearly dying in the mines really changed his perspective on life. Luis couldn’t have thanked Leon and Ashley enough.

Because if it wasn’t for them then he wouldn’t have met you, he wouldn’t have his beautiful little girl. Speaking of his little girl, Luis stepped into the living room with a bright smile on his face as he spotted you and his little girl.

“papito!”

Hopping off your lap, the little girl rushed to her father. Brown curls bouncing with with step, a splitting image of her father. Leaping into his arms, Luis chuckled placing a kiss to her temple. “What are you holding Papito?”

Grinning, Luis pulled out a small stuffed dog. The little plush animal reminded him of the one he had as a child he couldn’t help get it for his little one, placing her on the ground he waggled the dog in front of her face. “A little Cachorrito for my Conejita.”

Squealing, she snatched it from her fathers hand, hugging the plush dog to her chest. “I love him! Thank you Papito.” Standing on her toes she kissed his cheek then rushed off to her room.

Shaking your head, you walked towards Luis with a soft smile on your face. “You spoil her.”

Scoffing, Luis waved you off as he quickly tugged you to his chest. “I’ll do anything to make my girls happy.” He smiled nuzzling his nose into your neck as a laugh escaped your lips.

“You’re a wonderful father Luis.”You let your fingers run through the man’s hair as he let out a soft groan.

“I am a lucky man to have you and our little one in my life. My Cariña….Mi Vida.”

[dmitriene]

— escape to love.

 ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌«all i ever wanted, all i ever needed»  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌«is here in my arms»

summary: Luis was often absent due to his stay in the laboratory or could not find time to go somewhere together, but at last you both were able to go out for a picnic. content: luis serra x gn reader tags: pure fluff, comfort, lot's of kisses and warm hugs, pet names. author's note: my first very short and luis include work, hope you will like it! enjoy your reading, cariño) 🍷

Luis worked tirelessly in the lab, devoting most of his time to research as a biologist, however this weekend was different, he managed to free up his schedule and was determined to make the most of it, the sun was already setting when he went with you on the long awaited adventure, his heart was pounding with anticipation, as if with childish delight.

The two of you found yourself in an idyllic clearing, surrounded by the gentle rustle of leaves and the soothing whisper of nature, scarlet cloth was spread on the ground, creating the perfect setting for a romantic picnic, Luis's warm brown eyes sparkled when he looked at you, and his lips curved into a soft smile.

You sat between his legs, pressing your back against his chest as he wrapped his strong arms around you, enveloping you in a light tart scent of perfume and something vaguely reminiscent of grapefruit, his touch was soothing, a reminder that you were here together, away from requirements of everyday life, Luis brought with him all sorts of picnic goodies — delicate finger sandwiches, fresh fruits, and a selection of cheeses that salivated and made all other thoughts fade into the background.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, coloring the sky with orange and pink shades of dull rays, Luis reached for a bottle of wine, pouring the thick red liquid into two glasses, his movements were leisurely and graceful, handing you one of the patterned glasses, he raised his own, his voice sounded warm when he murmured — «A toast to us and to this moment of escape»

You clinked your glass with his, the soft clinking of crystal on crystal filled the air, the wine was exquisite but pale in comparison to the company you shared it with, Luis's fingers touched yours as you took a sip, his touch sent a slight shiver down your spine, the air around was filled with a sense of serenity and anticipation of the unspoken words that hung between the two of you.

Luis's fingers played with a strand of your hair as he leaned in, his lips touched your ear and his voice was a warm whisper as he spoke, his words laced with a teasing tone — «You know, it's good that i managed to escape from the lab for this»

A soft laugh escaped your lips, your heart fluttered at his words as you turned to face him, the corners of your lips curved into a playful smirk — «Oh, really? And what other privileges do i grant you, Mr.Serra?»

Luis's smirk matched yours, his gaze was gentle as he purred — «Well, for starters, the privilege of stealing kisses whenever i want» and with that he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a tender, long kiss that was filled with all the unspoken words, all the longing and love that had accumulated over time.

The kiss was followed by a warm hug, Luis held you close like he never wanted to let go, his fingers traced soothing circles on your back, the rhythm of his touch was like a lullaby that cleared any remaining traces of stress or anxiety, the world seemed to disappear leaving just the two of you and the bond you shared.

As the stars began to twinkle in the darkening canvas of the sky, Louis reached for a piece of chocolate from the assortment of treats, handing it to you with a smirk, his voice gentle as he said — «Try it, it's like a little piece of heaven»

You took the chocolate from him, savoring the rich taste that burst on your tongue, your gaze slowly met his and a mischievous light flashed in your eyes — «You know, you're a little charming, Luis Serra»

He chuckled as his fingers playfully tapped the tip of your nose — «Only a little?»

Your laughter filled the air, the sound mingled with the soft rustling of the leaves, Luis's arms wrapped around you again, holding you close as you gazed up at the stars above, the night was calm, the perfect canvas for the solace you found in each other's presence.

The silence was broken by the voice of Luis, his words sounded sincere — «I've wanted this for so long, just a moment of peace and connection with you, mi amorcito»

You turned to look at him, your eyes filled with tenderness — «That's what i wanted too, Luis, moments like this remind me why it's worth fighting for the time we spend together»

He nodded in agreement and his lips met yours again, this time the kiss was softer, promising all the moments that lie ahead for the two of you, Luis's fingers tangled in your hair, his touch at once gentle and possessive, a silent recognition that he cherishes every second spent with you.

As the night deepened, the temperature dropped a little, Luis reached for a soft blanket to cover you both, you snuggled into his arms, his warmth wrapping around you as you watched the stars continue their twinkling dance.

Luis's voice was a low murmur, his caressing Spanish nicknames rolling off his tongue into a melody that made your heart race — «Mi amor, you bring so much light into my life, i'm grateful for every moment with you»

With a contented sigh, you pressed even closer to him, the sound of his heartbeat soothing, a rhythm that matched your own, the world around you faded into the background, leaving only the two of you and your shared connection.

So, under the canvas of the starry sky, you and Luis found comfort in each other's arms, this night was filled with tender kisses, common laughter and the simple joy of being together and near.

It was a moment frozen in time, a memory that will forever remain in your shared hearts — a reminder that even in the chaos of life, there is always love and connection to be found, waiting to be embraced by a loved one.

translate: mi amorcito - my sweetheart / mi amor - my love

© dmitriene - my masterlist please, don't copy my works as your own, and if you want to post them somewhere else - contact me. reblogs, likes and comments are very much appreciated, thank you for reading! ♡

[gh0stchristian]

Luis Serra x m!reader headcanons [SFW/NSFW]

this prompt is heavily inspired by other posts from the following tags, specially this one

there might be some misspellings along the post, apologizing in advance.

like + reblog are much appreciated!

light explicit content ahead, some words are censored.

SFW

Luis never comments on the fact that he's attracted to men, however he would carry on with his flirting behavior as much as he does with women;

Would definitely complement your clothes, your jewelry, your hair and your facial features;

*bites the tip of his lip* "¡Que Guapo!"

Treats you with kindness and does his best to not get you overwhelmed;

bro has that insanely enchanted gaze that makes you lose your tracks;

like seriously, you look at him and be like "what's happening to me"

Makes jokes 24/7 and laughs with himself trying to impress you;

Grins every time he looks at you (simp behavior);

Annoys you purposely;

"Fuck you, Luis." "Now or later?"

Would try everything to make you flustered;

"Ay, didn't think you could be so cute."

Whispers naughty phrases in Spanish in your ear and mistranslates the meaning;

He likes to fix his hair when you're not watching, he cares how you perceive him;

He comes up with "Hold on, you got a dirty spot on your chin." and takes the opportunity to brush his thumb on your lips;

idk why I add this but I think Luis breathes loudly. Like you can hear his breath

He catches you glancing at him: "What? Never seen a handsome man before?"

Calls cute lil names "bebé", "guapo" and "hombrecito" are his favorite to use with you;

At first, Luis used to give little pats on your back, but when you gain intimacy with him he squeezes your waist.

He comforts you when you're feeling depressed, gently holding your face. "Aw mi amor, que pasa? Why are you so down?"

Luis doesn't play with your feelings and gets concerned every time you seem upset with something;

He loves caressing your hair and giving a lil kiss on the cheek;

He pleads for you like he's reciting a poem;

immediately put out the cigarette when you say you're allergic to the smoke;

He grabs your chin to face you, gently pulls you for a kiss. I mean, he practices kissing a lot, so he's aware of what he's doing;

He glances at you before pulling his face back;

"Mm, did I make someone nervous? That's what I thought."

NSFW

Switch (duh

loves fingering you and whispering in your ear

a truly touch starved person

he's not a fan of degrading but would do it if you insist.

stop being delusional, Luis doesn't understand a thing about bdsm

Luis Serra Voice Kink Navarro

"Yeah lose that up for me, mi amor."

Huffs and bites his lips during sex.

in his mind: teasing >> fucking

would muffle curses and isn't afraid to moan

if you have a praising kink you've won

cheesy compliments and bragging, he's so cute and romantic

Luis absolutely adores caressing your body, especially arms and shoulders

cozy cuddling and hugs, kissing and nibbling on your neck

He's truly a gentleman, he opens the car door for you and your legs too, aww

he pushes you until you scream his name

"Let this whole damn place hear that we're here!"

won't stop complementing your body

he speaks a lot during sex if you didn't get that yet

that gorgeous smile of his makes any guy's heart melt.

he secretly has a semi-public sex kink

brags your waist, swinging your hips slowly while staring at you taking his dick "Ah, [Y/N] you're taking me so well."

smokes after sex

chuckles seeing you take a break from hours of pleasuring

"Take a rest now, guapo. You did great."

after a long enjoyable night, Luis naps cuddling with you, snoring on your neck sleeping peacefully like an angel.

but this angel's snores sounds like a truck.

[ann1-wr1tes]

ℝ𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝔼𝕧𝕚𝕝 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

ʟᴇᴏɴ ᴋᴇɴɴᴇᴅʏ

° You came? You called...

° You came? You called... (part 2)

°Catch these hands!

°Save a Horse, ride a Cowboy

°Babydoll, you need some Rock n' Roll!

°Tiring exams

°Personal Secretary~

°NSFW Alphabet

》 ʟᴜɪꜱ ꜱᴇʀʀᴀ

°NSFW Alphabet

》 ᴀꜱʜʟᴇʏ ɢʀᴀʜᴀᴍ

°𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚎𝚝...𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐?

》 ᴄʜʀɪꜱ ʀᴇᴅꜰɪᴇʟᴅ

°With a s/o who accidentally makes creepy puppets hc's

》 ᴄʟᴀɪʀᴇ ʀᴇᴅꜰɪᴇʟᴅ

°𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚎𝚝...𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐?

》 ᴊɪʟʟ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇ

°Too tight?

》 ᴀᴅᴀ ᴡᴏɴɢ

°𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚎𝚝...𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐?

》 ᴄᴀʀʟᴏꜱ ᴏʟɪᴠᴇʀᴀ

°𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚎𝚝...𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐?

[moderninfatuation]

I am totally interested in seeing how you write Leon Kennedy and Luis Serra (my two favorite male characters of the RE universe), but I don't think I can provide any interesting prompts. The most I can think of, right now, is either of those characters and how they would survive the apocalypse with the reader. But, that's a bit vague. Uhm, is Leon Kennedy meeting up with a scientist reader who's dedicated to finding a cure an interesting prompt? (Probably not, huh?) Or Luis Serra surviving with a reader who's holding him captive for some reason (like a reader that gives Ada wong vibes?)?

note: hello :) I do find your prompts interesting, but now I need to make sure I do your favorites justice >< let me know what you think! I definitely think I could describe the actual interaction between you and the characters more, but it always takes me so long to get to, so i might make just have to make a second part

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Scientist!Reader with Leon and Agent!Reader with Luis

characters: Leon S. Kennedy and Luis Sera, seperate

tags: sfw, agent!reader, scientist!reader, gn!reader, kidnapping, references to drugging

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Leon & Scientist!Reader

Finding a cure for anything within current times is hard, of course. If anyone is intelligent enough to realize that, it’s probably you. Once a junior scientist held in high esteem by one of the bigger pharmaceutical companies in the area, you’re now forced to dig through the rubble of what was once lined up office spaces and laboratories, the logo of the company you worked for looming over you from what is left of the buildings as if it were threatening to crash down on you one day. That doesn’t stop you from trying, however, much to the dismay of most of the people who used to be your higher ups. You feel like there is constantly someone on your back, just waiting for you to be careless so they can strike down your attempts to help - that is all you wanted to do, but it seems as if right now, helping earns you more enemies than it does allies.

Leon is among the very few individuals you trust enough to tag along. He found you, crawling through what was once a cooling room, the glass of what used to be syringes and test tubes crackling below your weight as you scour for anything that could be of use later. The place was positively trashed as the scene was fled just a few months ago during the initial outbreak, but you decided to come back anyway, always on the lookout for anything that moves and anything that breathes. You nearly passed out from the shock when suddenly, Leon stood behind you, telling you to raise your hands while you could only hear his heavy boots on the tiled floor and the click of his safety catch. It made the hairs on your nape stand.

It used to be a little hard to get a proper read on Leon. He was quiet at first, too busy keeping an eye on your surroundings as well as you while he was escorting you out of the building. What if you were infected after all? What if it is just an elaborate trap to get him out of the picture? There was always a shadow of suspicion following him around. However, you get it. They’re out to get you once you’ve seen too much, and you and Leon perfectly fit the picture. It gets easier to spend time around each other once the both of you let the realization sink in.

Ever since, you’re a duo like no other. If it weren’t for the fact that he’s a grown ass man, you’d say he’s attached to your hip; like a gun ready to be pulled when you’re in a tight spot. That is most he does when he follows you, actually: showing off his combat skills when it gets dicey. You’re thankful, of course, but you also managed to do it just fine on your own… or at least, that’s what you’d like to say. Truth is, you almost got your head crushed one or two times in the past because you were too focused on a gleam coming from a crack too tiny to put your arm in than on the dangerously tipped storage cabinet barely supported by said crack. Leon is just the guy for the job: holding up furniture, fighting off the infected, hell, ever since he’s warmed up to you, he even likes to joke around, hoping to get a laugh from you despite the differences in humor.

Leon can be stern with you, too. It doesn’t feel right to call it scolding, but he will furrow his brows and tell you to be more careful at even the slightest injury. He also insists on bandaging you up if things get bloody, not letting you do it yourself. If you push and complain hard enough, all he’ll do is raise his eyebrows in surprise, hold up his hands defensively and take a few steps back to let you do your thing - and to partially to keep himself from raising his voice. He would usually follow it up with a little quip too, just to defuse the tension, but also to see your reaction. His smug expression betrays him right before he drops the dreaded “Right, you’re the doctor-” before you have to remind him for what feels like the hundredth time that you’re not a doctor, as if the lack of a doctorate still matters now.

While he doesn’t know much about “science-stuff”, as he calls it, Leon knows enough to join the conversation. He likes to join you at your desk, asking questions and pointing at your equipment in the dark of the night, only illuminated by the wiry desk lamp and occasionally his flashlight when he gets bored. There have been times he fell asleep right next to you, too, snoring softly with his head hanging low and his lips slightly parted. He smiles gently and congratulates you with friendly shoulder bumps and pats on your back whenever you’ve made a new breakthrough or discovery in your research. His support is the most valuable you could get right now, especially since he’s competent enough to go out and get more supplies for you without, well, dying along the way. You have found your own kind of normalcy as the city around you gets rebuilt over time, a cure closer than it seems thanks to your sleepless nights and Leon’s eagerness to help. 

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Luis & Agent!Reader

You decided to take the harder path in life, it seems, but it was never really a decision, per se. You’re merely a product of your surroundings and circumstances… but it certainly was a decision when you took on your very first job to steal. It could just be a one time thing, right? A swipe of your hand when nobody seemed to look in exchange for cash that’s worth twice the amount of whatever you have to take. Your career took a dark turn once you realized that there is no coming back from the downward spiral that becomes clearer as your jobs go from theft to smuggling to assassination. So, the only solution is to keep going, to keep your head up high and to not look back. Let the paycheck distract you.

A new job you had the pleasure of coming across is significantly more risqué, but also rewarding like no other. Your enigmatic new ‘employer’, if you could even call it that, sends you out to kidnap someone in exchange for protection. Not a first, exactly, but something tells you this is much more serious than your previous jobs. Now here you are, brushing the dust from the abandoned factory building’s roof off of your shoulder as ex-Umbrella scientist Luis Sera sits in front of you, struggling against the bindings supposed to keep him still while the empty potato sack obscuring his vision muffles his grunts. Not his first kidnapping, judging by the way he doesn’t even try to call and scream for help.

Luis groans in confusion as his brain slowly recovers from the Rohypnol you used to make him pliant and easy to carry. His eyes get adjusted to the spotlight shining directly at him, and for a second, the both of you make eye contact. You step out of the way before the laptop you set up takes a picture of your newest (and only) captive, ready to send it to your boss. “Mierda…” is all you hear from Luis for a long time, slurred as he immediately looks around for any means of escape. Yes, this guy definitely has experience. But why him? Upon first look, he just looks like any other biologist you had to sneak past. Lab coat, eye rings, the stubble that comes once self care becomes luxury in the face of deadlines.

You’re quick to find out that Luis is talkative, effectively destroying one of the very few scientist stereotypes you were aware of. Some people talk just to calm their nerves, but if he does it for that reason, he’s very skilled at keeping up the facade of extroversion. Some attempts of “Care to tell me where we are?” followed by a quiet “Eh, not the talking type, I see…” before he goes silent again for… what, 5 minutes? You almost regret pulling the potato sack from his head. He even asks for a cigarette at some point, to which you scoff in reply.

Hours pass as you realize that you’re not here to scare him or to “get him out of the picture”, so to speak - you’re on a mission to hide him. You aren’t given more details by your boss, except that you should probably keep Luis tied up. You’re more open to conversation now that you know you’re stuck with him for… unspecified time. Once you give him some input on the current situation, leaning onto the shoddy table behind you to get comfortable, you see him relax visibly. “Ahh, so you can talk! Was getting afraid we didn’t speak the same language.” he teases, a smug expression decorating his face now. He seems like an entirely different person now. And the worst part? He sees right through you, despite your attempts to remain calm and quiet. “I’m starting to feel like I know more about this situation than you do…” The hint is all he needs to earn himself a glare over your shoulder as you hope for further instructions appearing on the screen in front of you.

Your hands are less than gentle after an hour of convincing that he won’t run off leads to you cutting open his bindings. “Thank you.” Is all he mumbles before standing up, idly wiping his thighs and stretching his legs. It isn’t exactly professional to deny the orders given to you, but he doesn’t seem like the type of guy to initiate fist fights. He runs circles in the small room, patting his jacket for a lighter and his pants for the cigarettes to match before lighting himself one, exhaling smoke into the cold air surrounding you. The evening continues like that. You can’t help but be… charmed by him and the way he hums to himself as well as by his useless attempts at conversation with you. He occasionally looks over your shoulder, nagging you with a “There’s a far more efficient way to use-” as he reaches out for your keyboard while you can only watch and rest. It’s not like he’s checking your messages or anything, right? Occasionally he wanders off too far, followed by the noise of metal on metal and the shuffling of feet as he explores the building, only to find his way back to you.

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[leviathansshadycorner]

Be Realistic ( Leon x reader)

Short blurb because I'm in a mood - Yes based off of that Britney broski audio lmao Warnings: low self esteem reader, body issues ALSO I LOVE ASHLEY GUYS SO DW DW SHES MY BBG SHE JUST SEEMED APPROPRIATE TO USE IN THIS SCENARIO LMAO

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Rebecca and you sat at the edge of the backyard, both of you sprawled out on the lawn chairs. Claire had thrown a summer pool party, deciding it'd be a smart idea to invite people from work. Ada and Claire were chatting among themselves, sipping away at their colorful drinks, Luis urging everyone to put on sunscreen, and Carlos, Jill, and Chris having a competition to see who could do the best cannonball. Among the partygoers was Ashley Graham, the owner of the house in which Claire was throwing the party.

"She's so gorgeous," Rebecca comments, her sunglasses protecting her brown doe eyes.

"I know." You added, the two of you ogling at Ashley's beauty. She wore a cute brown-colored two-piece, with a metal ring in the front that held the top together, which accentuated her complexion and made her appear like a Victoria's Secret model.

"Hey guys, have any of you seen Leon?" Ashley called out, holding the deflated pink dolphin in her hands.

His name made your stomach twist, and you swear you could've felt your heart pang. The way his name rolled off her tongue was so natural, almost melodic.

"Right here." Leon came out from behind the glass sliding doors. He was the only one still in his normal clothes, deciding he was too cool or some shit for the pool party.

The man walked his way along the perimeter of the pool to Ashley. His muscles showing as he carried the air pump to the girl.

"Dumbass, why did you bring it all the way out here?" Chris commented.

"Easy access." Came Leon's response.

"Thanks, Leon!" Ashley beamed, her pouty pink lips curling into a smile that even made your heart flutter. Leon stood close to her, handing his hand out for her to give him the floaty. She complied, and handed it over, their exchange making your eyes lose their gleam.

"My hero." Ashley was excited, her floaty finally being of use.

Rebecca noticed you from the corner of her eyes. She knew about your little huge crush on Leon. The girl watched as your face crept with sadness- dare she say- disappointment.

"Kind of funny how he's still in his normal clothes." She tries to distract you. "Typical Leon."

You looked at her and smiled, "I know. I was hoping to see him shirtless." The two of you giggled, letting out cackles, Ada and Claire looking your way to see what the commotion was about.

"Why don't you go ask him to take it off?" She teased, turning her body to look at you.

"Hmm, maybe." You said boldly, even though you knew you'd rather fall in the pool and drown than do that.

"Bet. You won't." She smirked, challenging you.

"Pftt I totally would." You played yourself up.

"Then go." Rebecca eyes you.

After being riled up by Rebecca, a burst of confidence shot threw you. It couldn't be that hard right? You and Leon bantered and flirted on missions before, so what difference would this make? Plus it was totally appropriate for you to tell him off about his weird pool attire or rather lack of it.

"Watch me Chambers." You told your best friend as you got up from the lawn chair. You were wearing a (top of your choice) that you brought a size too small to make your figure pop. The shorts that you wore were Rebbeca's basketball shorts that she had let you borrow last minute after you changed your mind about wearing a one-piece.

Feeling confident in your tight outfit you began to strut toward Leon and Ashley, the sun's beams hitting the floor making the cement beneath your feet warm. As you approached you caught a glimpse of yourself in the glass sliding doors. Immediately your confidence shrank.

How could you have been so delusional to wear this out? It looked nothing like the way you pictured it in your head. Your model like posture returned to that of a hunchback as you shamefully scurried past Leon and Ashley, walking along the whole edge of the pool, stopping by the coolers to grab two waters, and heading back to a frowning Rebecca.

Leon and Ashley to focused on judging Chris and Carlos' Cannonballs to notice you.

"What happened?" She ask as she noticed the shift in your demeanor.

"Nothing." You sighed handing her a water.

"(Y/n) we already have water." She pushes her sunglasses up to her head as she stares at you. You take a seat on the same lawn chair.

You whined. "Why didn't you tell me I looked like shit?" It was only loud enough for her to hear.

"What you don't though.." She reassures you as she places a hand on your back. "(Y/n) you look hot!"

You didn't believe it. Surely she was only saying this because as your best friend she was obligated to. Your mind flashed back to the image of you in the glass doors. Your hair was flat yet awfully frizzy at the same time, you stood like a toddler who barely knew how to walk, and your legs looked like they were overflowing in Rebecca's tiny shorts. To make things worse you were sure the chlorine from your previous dip had made your skin look all dry.

You looked around for the oversized shirt you came here in. When you found it you shielded your body from the eyes of the partygoers.

"(Y/n).." Rebecca looked concerned.

"I don't know why I even tried talking to him. I probably look like an idiot." You leaned on Rebecca's shoulder as you two blankly watched the Beefy Brazillian splash into the pool.

"Because you like him. And I'm pretty sure he likes you too." She giggled.

"No- he likes Ashley." You said defeated, your emotions coming out now that you'd made yourself vulnerable. You saw the way those two looked at each other. They had something you wish you had with Leon.

"I don't think so." She wraps her arm around your waist. Smirking when she notices Leon glance over at you two.

"I think I'm just gonna accept my Leon-less life." You said leaning into your friend for comfort. Your eyes occasionally glancing over at an out of place Leon as he shouts at Chris.

"What? You're just not gonna try?"

You sighed. "There's really no point Becca."

She scoffed, "(Y/n)- you're totally out of his league. You can get him if you wanted to."

"Becca!" You groaned, your inner teen always came out when hanging out with her. "I can't. Have you seen the way she looks? She can get him!" You laughed, deciding to find the humor in your failed attempts at love.

"Oh (Y/n) you can too!" Her short hair bounced as she shaked you.

You turned around your hand practically digging into 's shoulder as you stared at her dead in the eye. "Be realistic. Be so fucking for real." You shook her back, your voice that of a goblins.

The two of you laughed as you spewed out nonsensical noises.

The conversation then shifted to celebrity crushes, "You think I have a chance with Josh Hutcherson?" Rebecca lays down on the lawn chair.

"Hundred percent yes." You replied, "What about me and Nick cage?"

"I see that." Rebecca smirks.

"Wait. What about me and Da-" Before you could finish your sentence Leon's shadow loomed over you, causing both you and Rebecca to jump.

"What about you and who?" He asked as he took a seat on the lawn chair you were previously on.

Your heart fell to your ass. "Oh my god you scared me." You and Rebecca giggled.

"You're not going in the pool?" Leon asked, leaning back in the chair.

"You know we were about to ask you the same thing. What's up with the clothes Kennedy?" Rebecca raised an eyebrow, she then nudged your shoulder.

"Yeah, lose the shirt, Leon." You said on cue. A fire growing in your stomach.

"I will if you do." He hooked his hands under his grey shirt as he began to pull it off.

Scratch that. The fire in your stomach was now a full-on Volcano.

[homicidal-slvt]

RE Incorrect Quotes

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*Leon's ignoring Y/N and her story*

Claire: And what do we do when men are being stupid?

Fem|Y/N: Steal their girlfriends.

Claire, grabbing Fem|Y/N's hand: Exactly. Let's go!

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*Leon getting ready to go on a trip and leaving Luis in charge of watching Y/N*

Leon, waving: Alright! Y/N be good!

Y/N: Have fun, Leon!

*The moment the door closes Y/N turns to face Luis*

Y/N, grinning: Fasten your seatbelt slut-puppy.

Luis, nervously: W-What?

Y/N: This ain't bout' to be no cake walk.

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Y/N: Guess what I did!

Ada: Something that's going to piss me off?

Y/N: Yep!

Ada: ....

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Carlos: Great things come in small packages!

Short|Y/N: .... I will bite your ankles like a wild raccoon.

Carlos, lovingly: I know, dear.

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Ethan: Wow. This place is fancy.

Mia: Ye-

Ethan: Which fork do I kill myself with?

Mia: ....

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Karl: I don't want you talking at my funeral!

Y/N: Okay-

Karl: You can come to my funeral but don't talk! My funeral is my time to SHINE!

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Chris: I am NOT a successful adult! I don't eat vegetables and/or take care of myself!

Jill, with a disappointed sigh: .... Therapy.

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Requests

Hii! If anyone has a request for Deadpool x Reader or Wolverine x Reader (Or both ;D ) I'd happily write it! I never really post my writing on Tumblr, but I need to write for these sluts since the new movie came out, and have absolutely no ideas for a plot. So ask away!

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(Most of my one-shots and stories are on AO3 so I'll probably be posting it on both platforms)

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Umbrella!Leon S. Kennedy X Agent!GN!Reader (NON-YANDERE)

𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐔𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭? [𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐀𝐝𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧🌚]

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

You definitely had mixed feelings towards Leon when you were caught with him when on the look out for Ashely (once again). After the Raccoon City incident it was never the same after that. Lots of trauma, loss, emotions gone, etc. It was a shit list. To work for the government, but you only did it for Sherry and your best friend Claire. Finding out what Leon truly was hurt your feelings-sure people say it is strangely too soon to fall for someone for one night, but there is something there for the both of you, but Leon was focused on his job...not even thinking he kissed you at the transportation, patching him up in his sleep and all. You realized it was meant for nothing just for his job for Umbrella. Now seeing him again...you felt bittersweet. "It's been so long I haven't seen you, (Y/N)." The corner of his lip curls to a smirk. You did not give him a reaction as you remained emotionless,"Hmph...did not think I would ever see you again, Leon." HIs smirks fades away (like in the gif) as you put your knife back in your sheath by the side of your thigh. "Wanna explain any reason why you're here?" You asked as he shakes his head and walk away from you,"Maybe some other time." He leaves through the door as you stood there with mixed feelings. You want to get mad, cry-just confront him, but right now or ever is a good time. He is the one who will get away and it would be best for you to move on.

It was strange to witness such coincidences on things going your way to be less of a hassle. First thing came to mind was Leon probably much more ahead of you or even watching you without noticing. But, you brush it off and kept moving. You and Ashley got along. She was like a little sister to you and she saw you as a role model like a big sister. "That girl...she is just wasting your time you know." Leon said. You scoff,"Just like when you kissed me? When I patched you up when you were unconscious? Offered a damn arm and leg-" Stopping yourself from bursting out in rage you let out a deep sigh,"This is MY job, Leon. Just like you are doing yours." Yikes, that called him out. He tried to get some words out, yet he couldn't. "You wouldn't get it." He spat out. You shot him a glare,"Right...cause it is your job too. Later."

You really wanted to get over with it already. Eventually, you then developed feelings for Luis and lets just say things didn't go pretty for him. It's been the longest you haven't cried either. Sure, at first you found him annoying by his flirty and carefree actions, but eventually warmed up to his sense of humor. Ashely noticed it too...and someone else, but in silence. His death impacted you a lot though, because he wanted to help you and his last words stuck to you about even being the main perpetrator of your creations...can you still turn your life around? 'Can Leon do that too?' You thought. Shaking your head you wiped your tears and use your anger against Saddler and Krauser.

It was an intense fight against Saddler. At first you were concerned if you were ever going to complete your mission saving Ashley since you were her only option and requesting backup was not an option...or more of a possibility. Only to see Leon throw the RPG to you to finally ending Saddler's life. Of course, you succeeded by Leon's help. It is just like the past. This time Leon helping you instead the other way around. But, all hopes is lost when he had his gun to your head. "It's all business, doll. Hand the sample over." You grit your teeth and slowly stood up giving him the sample,"You do realize what you're doing, Leon." He gives a smirk,"Yeah I'm aware." The gun still pointed at you as you had your hands up. A chopper swings by as Leon runs and jumps off the area. You ran towards the edge thinking he may or may not landed right. He did as he was sitting comfortably inside and throws something at you as you caught it. "You're going to need that. Hurry. Time is not patient." He had some sort of controller and pressed on a red button. 'A fucking bomb!? He set this up!?' There was a key and a black cat charm attached to it. "Hasta lluego~" He winks and you rolled your eyes running back to Ashley saying the island is going to blow up. "WHAT-"

Thankfully, you made it out with Ashley in the jet ski. Well, she was drowning when jumping out of the exit, but you managed to help her up. During the ride Ashley starts to be a little curious,"So, after this you think we can do some shopping? Don't worry everything is on me! Oh and...about that guy. Leon, was it? Are you guys...you know?" I let out an amused laugh,"You really think him and I are a fling?" Ashley expresses her disappointment,"Aw come on! Tell me! You're a badass, what any man or woman wouldn't want you?" Sighing, you finally answered,"I'm like a part of him he can not let go of. Let's leave it at that~"

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

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

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Day 1: Ice Skating

Fandom: Resident Evil 4

Character: Luis Sera

Naughty or Nice: Nice

Luis has never been to the states, never been to a place with so much snow. The man couldn’t help but jump at the opportunity to spend time with you during the holiday season, he did love you after all besides it was about time for him to meet your parents.

Luis jumping at the idea, the man couldn’t help but feel giddy about it. He liked the thought of holding you, of gliding across the ice with you. Despite the chill of wind he couldn’t help but smile. You looked so cute all bundle up.

Leaning down he kissed your nose then gave you a wink as he helped you with your skates and soon your we’re both on the ice. You were surprised at how graceful he was skating with you on the ice. How nice of felt to have his arms wrapped around your waist to keep you steady.

“You’re really good Luis.” You winced as you get your legs start to give out only for the man to bring you in close to keep you from falling.

Giving you a reading grin, he let his lips hover against yours for a moment. “It is just like dancing my love, it is easy once you get the movement right.” He teased giving you a twirl as a laugh escaped your lips.

Now with his hand on your waist you two resumed your skating. “Though it is fairly easy when I have such a beautiful dance partner”

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

Can you imagine Leon being jealous of Luis for having the readers heart??

P.S. I feel like the gif at the bottom is Leon’s reaction.

P.P.S. I wanna make a love triangle between Luis, Leon, and the reader after this..

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“Hey, (Y/N). Describe your crush in three sentences.” Ashley demanded rather than asked.

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” I said, putting my cup down on the coffee table, then leaned back on the couch. “He’s extremely intelligent and brave.” I started, before racking my brain for another description.

“He’s handsome, and cute, but everyone knew that already.” I announced as both Ashley and I, let out laugh. “And finally, his name starts with an ‘L.’”

“I wonder who that could be..” Ashley said smugly, looking at Leon.

“Thank you, (Y/N). I’m flattered, really.” Leon said, sending a smile in my direction.

“You’re welcome,” I smiled. “But I’m talking about Luis.” I stated, placing a sympathetic hand on his shoulder.

“Sorry, mi amigo.” Luis said, cheekily sauntering over, swinging an arm over my shoulder.

[lex-the-flex]

PLEASE THE WAY LEON AND LUIS INTERACT WITH EACH OTHER AND HOW THEY COMPLIMENT ONE ANOTHER WHEN THEY GET KILLS 😭😭😭

also the villagers chanting in the back while trying to break the boarded windows is terrifying

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Queen of the kings // part 2 (Reader!Kennedy x Luis Sera)

Requested by: @hexaecana Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22 @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07,@melsunshine

Summary: For a second time you get seperated from the one you are tagging along with. Only this time you are taken by Méndez. Luis and Leon take on Méndez to save you. [read part 1]

“You wanne crack that open?” – you said motioning with your head to the door sealed with a wooden board. Luis looked at you quirking his eyebrow up. – “Don’t worry.” – you spoke moving behind him, letting your hand slide across his shoulders. – “I’ll cover you.” – you whispered in his ear. Luis chuckled with pleasure, putting his gun away. – “Anything for the Senorita.” – he replied heading for the door. You flashed him a smile over your shoulder, gun pointed forwards in case any Los Illuminados decided to pay a visit. Luis rubbed his hands together before grabbing the wooden board.

Putting his weight in his legs, he grunted lifting the board up. It budged making him lift it up entirely to then throw aside. He quickly wiped his hands, clearing his throat. You turned round seeing him bow with a gesture at the door. – “Senorita’s first.” – he said teasingly. – “What a gentleman.” – you replied walking up to the door to open it. Both sides swayed open, knocking against the wall. You entered, Luis a second behind you.

Holding your fist up, you let Luis know to hold. So he did, watching his back. You knelt down, observing the blood streaks on the floor. – “What is it?” – Luis shout-whispered glancing over his shoulder to you. You touched the blood, letting it rub between your fingers. You then smelled it. It made Luis pull his nose up. – “It’s a day old.” – you told him, getting back up. – “They teach you that in spy school.” – he joked out, chuckling at his own joke.

“Not a spy.” – you reminded him, stepping over the blood. You held your gun up, watching every direction clear. – “I know, I just love teasing you.” – Luis spoke cutting you off in line, stealing a kiss from you. It stunned you for a second. – “Keep up Senorita Y/n.” – Luis called out, having an inner laugh moment. You smiled shyly before following him. – “Alright cowboy which way?” – you teased back. Luis coming to an immediate stop, hands up. – “Wow, wow, wow. Cowboy!” – he said turning back to you. You shrugged your shoulders.

“That’s an insult love.” – he continued as you shrugged your shoulders again with a smirk. – “If you say so…” – you just couldn’t help it while walking past him. – “Cowboy.” – you added with a laugh. Luis grabbed you by the wrist, pulling you towards him. His expression tense as if he was about to give you a piece of his mind. Whatever he wanted to do, interrupted by a sudden noise. It made you both lift your heads up, looking at the ceiling. – “Looks like we’re not alone Senorita.” – he whispered moving his gun higher. You nodded doing the same.

He let go of your wrist, following in your steps. You pointed at the ground where broken glass laid for him to avoid. The last thing you needed was your location known. Luis walked around it, briefly parting from you. He quickly joined your side once more, keeping his eye on the left side. Yours took on the right side and the front. Luis circled round, checking the back as well. – “We’ll just find a way out and avoid confrontation.” – Luis whispered. You couldn’t agree more. These things were wild.

Some f*ckers hard to kill. Suddenly you thought of your brother. Hoping he was doing okay. He was a though one to kill, but it only needed to take one second of loss of focus for it to be over. Luis pressed his hand on a door. You stood a bit aside, gun pointing up. – “One, two…” – Luis mouthed. – “Three.” – you mouthed back as Luis pushed the door open with his hand. Gun out, you entered swiftly, checking your surroundings.

Luis entering after you as he quietly let the door shut again. You motioned with your head to the back, Luis nodding. You separated, each taking a way to circle around to the back. Luis breathed out loud when he turned sharply. He exhaled deep when there was no one. Looking up, he was looking at you, flashing you a faint smile. You smiled right back at him. He stepped across to be by your side. You ventured further down the back. By the next door, you paused. – “What is it? Is it locked?” – Luis questioned, standing behind you.

You smiled before turning around, grabbing him by his shirt and kissing him. He hummed satisfied, kissing you back. You pulled back, opening the door slightly. – “I’m not complaining.” – he said with a smirk. It made you roll your eyes ready to go on when Luis grabbed you firm. He spun you around, holding you tight as he kissed you once more. Lips tracing yours with pleasure. His deep kiss made you cling onto his shirt.

He let his hand brush down against your cheek whilst staring so lovingly at you. It made you feel bashful. Flustered. – “God you are gorgeous.” – he said making you snort loud. – “What? It is true.” – he called out as you were making fun of him. You patted him on the shoulder that you should get a move on. You opened the door more, going in. Luis and you walked on, keeping a low profile. – “Sh*t!” – you suddenly cursed out, dropping down. – “What?” – Luis whispered, squatting by you.

You pointed up to the windows above your head that went on for almost the entirety of the wall. – “We’ve got company outside.” – you whispered back. – “Oh great.” – Luis answered sarcastically. – “How do we tackle this?” – he asked quietly. You thought for a second. – “Uhm… give me a second.” – you said as Luis’s eyes widened seeing the door at the other end open. – “We might not have a second.” – he made clear nudging you. You gasped as you heard their voices. – “Run!” – Luis called out, pulling you up with him. The second you were discovered they started to chase you.

Luis and you ran back from where you came. Panting you went back through every room you went in. Luis whistled loud, alarming you of the Los Illuminados coming from the front. You groaned, stretching your hand out as you started firing at them. Luis too. One dropped, falling over the railing of the stairs that led upstairs. You fired a clear way. Kicking the door open, you were back outside.

“Here!” – Luis ordered, grabbing you by your elbow, dragging you to the side. You followed him, firing more. – “There!” – you pointed out at a bridge in the distance. Luis nodded making his way over to it. The Los Illuminados swarming together to hunt you down. – “Quickly!” – Luis shouted as he ran down the hill. You fired a few times behind you till you followed him. Luis quickly reached the bridge, stopping to turn and shoot at those chasing you. – “Y/n hurry!” – he called out. You sprinted towards the bridge taking his hand as Luis pulled you behind him.

You backed away out of breath as Luis kept firing. Suddenly your eyes widened, feeling a presence behind you. Slowly turning around, you were met up with a man. A priest to be more precise. You jumped back towards Luis. – “Fresh blood.” – the priest said sniffing deeply. He grabbed you firmly by the arm making you scream. It alerted Luis making him quickly look back. – “Y/n!” – he called out, turning round to shoot at Méndez.

Luis clenched his jaw, firing with every might at Méndez but it didn’t seem to hurt him. You kicked and punched back to free yourself. – “Kill him!” – Méndez ordered the hoard behind Luis. – “No!” – you called out able to free one arm, holding it out to Luis. Luis had to turn around to shoot those coming from behind. You managed to pull out your knife, stabbing Méndez in the knee. As a reaction he slapped you with much force. So much force you stumbled to the edge, tipping over. – “Y/n!” – Luis called out, grabbing the rope as he watched you fall. – “Noooo!” – he screamed.  

You screamed loud, falling down. Luis was about to jump after you as Méndez was quicker. He jumped over the rope. He fell hard down, catching up with you. Luis groaned as he had to keep the others at bay. Méndez wrapped his arms around you, turning around mid-air to catch your fall. He didn’t want you dead, he just wanted you to join them. He needed you alive for that. Méndez crashed into the water with you down the ravine. Luis was raging.

Shouting loud while firing. He was more violent and rough. Fighting the dirtiest he’s ever done. Devastated he had no other choice but to ran. He couldn’t handle them alone, not on his own. He ran into the woods. He kept running till he was out of breath. When he finally came to a stop, he leaned against a tree, coming to his senses. – “F*ck!” – he screamed out dropping to his knees. He got back up, kicking and screaming that they had you.

That the filth was going to infect you as well. Out of anger punched he the tree, regretting it afterwards. Hopeless he fell to his knees again. Clenching his jaw, he pressed his fist into the soil. Slowly pulling himself back up. – “I’ll find you Y/n.” – he said determined. – “And when I meet that priest again, he’ll wish he never crossed me.” – with a new attitude ventured he further, searching a way down to the river.

*

Luis was breathing loudly, searching his way through the rain. Squinting his eyes he saw two figures in the opposite direction. He brought his gun up. The two figures came closer as the first one had his gun up as well. Luis huffed almost humorously, tilting his head. – “Guess I found the brother.” – he said to himself. – “You want to say that again?” – Leon called out, pointing his gun firmer at Luis. – “Leon!” – the girl called out, touching his shoulder.

Luis adverted his gaze to her. – “I see you’ve found the missing Senorita.” – he spoke, gesturing at her. – “How do you know that!” – Leon snapped at him, not lowering his gun. Luis flashed his eyebrow up as it took Leon a second to connect the dots. – “Y/n?” – he said as Luis nodded pushing his gun out of his face with one finger. – “Who… Who’s Y/n?” – the girl asked curious. Luis tugged his own gun away. – “My sister!” – Leon said bitsy to her.

It made her flinch a bit at the snappy tone in his voice. Leon took a second look. – “Where is she then?” – he asked. – “What do you think?” – Luis called out giving Leon a hard push. – “They took her! That darn priest got his filthy hands on her!” – Luis ranted with anger. Leon grabbed Luis firm by his vest. – “They what?” – he called out, getting in his face. – “Leon!” – The girl said panicky. – “Stay out of it Ashley!” – Leon responded loud, taking his gun out again, holding it against Luis’s head.

“You were with her! Why didn’t you protect her!” – Leon said firm. Luis grabbed Leon by his shirt. – “Why didn’t you!” – he fired back as it made Leon let go of him. – “I…we got separated!” – Leon said as if he needed to talk it right. – “So did we!” – Luis answered straightening his vest. Leon grunted loud. – “Leon what do we do?” – Ashley said. – “I’m going to get my sister!” – Leon responded. – “That makes two of us.” – Luis said with a bit of attitude.

Ashley looked angsty between the two men. Clearly something was playing underneath. Luis, Leon, and Ashley were nearing a church. Luis quickly reloaded as they approached. – “The priests mine.” – Luis made clear as his gun clicked. Leon furrowed his brows briefly at Luis’s attitude regarding the priest. Ashley smiled. – “What?” – Leon asked her seeing the silly smile on her face. – “It’s so obvious.” – Ashley told him. – “What is?” – Leon questioned confused.

“He likes her.” – Ashley confessed making Leon harden his expression. – “My sister’s mine!” – Leon said passing past Luis to make clear he’d focus on you. Leon kicked the door in to the church not caring if their presence was announced. Luis right behind him. Ashley immediately darting to the side to hide behind a bench. – “Y/n!” – Luis and Leon both shouted seeing you in the front. They briefly looked annoyed at another for calling you.

Méndez chuckled loud. He stood behind you. Two holding your arms, pulling at them. You were breathing anxious. – “Luis!” – you whimpered out till you saw your brother. That made you sigh relieved. – “Leon.” – you called out. Leon wanted to run over when Méndez held his hand up. The two pulled hard on your arms, making you call it out in pain. – “Let her go!” – Leon shouted. Méndez started to laugh loud. He pulled your head back hard as it made you gasp frightened.

He forced your mouth open with his hand. – “No!” – Luis shouted wanting to fire at him, but he couldn’t risk harming you in the process. Méndez rose a cup above you. – “Are you ready to receive?” – he asked grinning down at you. – “The cup!” – Leon called out firing at those holding your arms. The cup tilted as something icky fell down in your mouth. You tried your very best to not swallow it down, nearly choking on it. Luis aimed firing at the cup.

It hit Méndez’s hands making him drop the cup. His grip released from you. You launched forwards, spewing the content out on the ground. Leon and Luis were now running at you. You coughed loud when suddenly Méndez grabbed you. He roared loud growing larger as it freaked you out. Leon and Luis stopped frantically. He was holding you in his grip while you were punching and kicking for a way free. Leon moved his shotgun to the front.

He started firing at Méndez. Luis was firing as well while coming closer. Méndez groaned receiving the hits. Leon aimed his shotgun at his arm, so he’d let you go. Eventually after a few shots, he winced in pain, dropping you. You took a run for it while Luis threw a grenade at him so he couldn’t get you again. You jumped over the benches heading for your brother. Leon lowered his weapon as you ran up to him, hugging him tight. He hugged you back, squeezing you tight. – “Safe!” – you called out letting go of him.

“Good.” – Luis called out throwing a gun over to you. You caught it coming to stand in between the men. – “Let’s fight dirty now.” – Leon spoke reloading his shotgun. Luis threw another grenade at Méndez who stumbled to the ground. You fired at some lanterns. They shattered, dropping down as some fabric caught fire near his feet. Méndez was roaring swinging his arms around. Gasping loud there was a bench heading your brother’s way. Before he could react, you pushed him aside, receiving the hit yourself.

“Y/n!” – Leon shouted as the bench hit you with full force, sending you flying against the wall. Looking over his shoulder he saw how you weren’t moving. The fear that you might be seriously hurt, clouded his vision. He started to act reckless. If Luis hadn’t pulled him aside, he would’ve been squashed. Leon gestured at you as Luis knew it all too well. He wanted to run to you as well, but they had to deal with Méndez first. – “Him first!” – Luis made clear as it ached at him too.

“Ashley!” – Leon shouted loud. Ashley popped her head up from behind a bench at the back. She looked at you, nodding firmly at Leon. She hastened towards you, comforting herself over you. Luis and Leon gave it there all. Using all their firepower to take down Méndez. He gave them a rough time, but eventually he was struck down. Out of breath, they rushed both to you. Leon dropped his weapon near you, grabbing you by your shirt when Ashley had sat you down against the wall.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed?” – he shouted pulling you up to his face. – “I thought… sh*t Y/n I thought you were dead!” – he admitted. You looked briefly down, then to Luis. – “You never pull that stunt ever again!” – he made clear. He then wrapped his arms around you, exhaling loud. – “I’m never letting you out of my sight ever again.” – you hugged him back, giving Luis a relieved smile through the pain you felt through your body. Luis smiled back at you. Leon finally let go of you as you had to practically push him off you.

You wanted your moment with Luis too. – “Good to see you Senorita Y/n.” – he said holding your shoulders. You chuckled having missed him dearly. You kissed as Leon cleared his throat to knock it off. You slowly turned to Ashley holding your hand out. – “You must be Ashley.” – you said. She nodded, shaking your hand back. �� “Now let’s get the hell off this island.” – Leon said while Luis helped you up. He supported you as you were bruised.

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♡ — re4r!Luis Serra x fem!Reader

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hi! this is my first x reader thingy on tumblr! i notice there aren't many luis x readers on here so i decided to make one (but it's smut >:3 hehehe)

NO MINORS PAST THIS POINT!! SHOO!!

cw: choking, very light masochism, fem reader

summary: you're trapped in a cellar with luis serra after being knocked out by a tyrant in the village you were sent to investigate and he seems to take quite the liking to you...

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How did you even get here?

One moment you were on a mission to investigate a cult in Spain, the next you were making out with the man you had been imprisoned with. Not that you complained, you felt like you deserved to blow off some steam.

The man; who went by the name Luis Serra (or so he says), had you pinned against the wall of the cellar. His body pressed against yours and sandwiched you in between himself and the wall.

Your lips were locked in a hungry kiss. Luis had forced his tongue into your mouth, making you yelp quietly. He smirked against your lips.

Your hips moved with his, grinding on each other through the fabric of your clothes that felt painful against your aching heat.

Before you knew it, you were on your back, your legs spread open. Luis leaned over you, his hard tip rubbing against your clit. You shuttered to which Luis smirked. He continued to tease your clit with the head of his dick, the precum that dripped from it creating an even more pleasurable experience. He leaned over you until your faces were mere inches apart.

After what felt like forever, Luis finally pushed himself inside of you. You moaned, being silenced by his lips.

"Do you want them to hear us?" He said, his lips barely pressed against yours as he spoke.

Luis began to rut into you, making your legs tremble. You slapped a hand over your mouth to stifle your moans.

Luis plowed deep inside of you, his tip hitting your cervix relentlessly. He kept his eyes on you and smirked.

He reached over and wrapped a hand around your throat and gently squeezed. You whimpered in response.

"You like that, querida?" Luis said, his voice low and a little raspy.

You nodded. You were now biting your palm to keep yourself from making any loud noises. Luis kept his relentless pace, his grip on your throat tightening.

You bit your bottom lip, your hands finding their way to grip on his wrist.

The wet slapping sounds that echoed through the room was downright pornographic. You worried that you may get caught by that alone but the thought slipped your mind when Luis picked up his pace, drilling into you hard.

You bit your lip harder, trying everything in you to not moan out. Luis chuckled, a smirk growing on his face. He tightened his grip on your throat once more, his rings digging into the soft flesh of your neck.

It hurt but you liked it, maybe a little too much. Tears pooled in your eyes and drool glistened your lips. You felt an overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure, your legs trembling and wrapping around Luis's waist.

As if you couldn't get any more overstimulated, Luis's free hand moved to your clit, his calloused finger rubbing the bundle of nerves in a circle.

That was it for you. You came hard, your pussy clenching around his cock. Luis groaned, the feeling making him unload his seed deep inside of you. He continued to thrust into you for a moment while you both rode out your orgasms.

Luis finally pulled out of you, cum dripping out of your abused heat. You took a deep breath when Luis released his grip on your throat.

He grunted and smiled at you with a smug look, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips. You smiled back, although yours was more shy.

"If we make it out of here..." Luis began, pulling up his boxers and jeans. "This can be a common occurrence. How does that sound, querida?"

You nodded in response and giggled sheepishly. Luis flashed a grin as he buckled his belt.

"Good."

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And also to let you know that Chapter 6 of my fic with Luis is currently being written ;)

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Rich Kids Club

Chapter One

Half Monégasque, half English, twenty two year old Y/N L/N leads a rich life style. She has her own horses, her own staff to take care of them, and a father obsessed with Formula One.

With the promise of a new horse, Y/N joins her father at a few of the races. But F1 is hard not to fall in love with. It's hard not to fall in love with the people involved, either.

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Guess who's getting an F1 tattoo soon? This gal! Aka, I keep having breakdowns and this is how I'm dealing with it.

The Monaco Grand Prix.

Even though she'd lived in Monaco her entire life, Y/N L/N had never gone to the grand prix. She was always busy on the show jumping circuit, sending her two horses flying over the jumps. But here she was, in a dress designed to look like a shirt with a chunky belt cinching her waist. On her feet she wore chunky, black, heeled boots, making her feel taller than she was.

Competing was in her blood. Her mother had done it before her. She was the whole reason Y/N had so much love for the sport. It was her father who loved watching fast cars go around the track again and again and again.

When he could, Mr L/N tried to get Y/N to go to the grand prix with him. Being the wealthy man that he was, he tried to follow the sport all around the world. Of course that meant leaving his wife and children behind when Y/N was younger.

Now Y/N was older and she had her own horses, she also had her own people to take care of them and exercise them for her. She was finally able to join her father at the grand prix.

Living in Monaco meant that Y/N knew a couple of the drivers. She knew Max and Daniel through her fathers relationship with Christian Horner. She knew Charles and Arthur through her father, as well, although she knew Arthur just that little bit better.

Before racing took over Arthurs life and show jumping took over Y/N's they were friends. They ran in the same social circles in Monaco, going to the same school and partying together.

There were benefits to being friends with Arthur. Not that Y/N was looking for perks when it came to having friends. But Arthur had attractive brothers. Arthur himself was attractive, as was his eldest brother Lorenzo. Attractive, but not what Y/N was looking for.

And then there was Charles. He was... something else. There wasn't often Y/N got to see Charles, only when she was joining her father at the grand prix.

"There she is!" Shouted Daniel as she walked through the paddock. He wasn't driving this year, but he was still present at every race.

The Australian opened his arms wide and pulled Y/N in. He tucked her under his arm and turned to her father. "Mr L/N, always good to see you," he said, holding out his hand.

Mr L/N took Daniels hand and shook it. "You too, Daniel. Will we be seeing you back in a car this year?"

Y/N wanted the ground to swallow her whole. She'd discussed this with her father before they'd left their house. It was gorgeous, a 107 year old French villa that screamed wealth. Their conversation had been in angry French, probably disturbing the entire neighbourhood.

"Papa, tu ne peux pas poser des questions à Danny sur son siège, d'accord?" She said as they put on their shoes. (Dad, you can't ask Danny about his seat, okay?)

Her father shook his head. "Ne t'inquiète pas, ma chérie. Je ne lui dirai rien. Mais je demanderai peut-être à Christian." (don't worry, sweetheart. I won't mention anything to him. I may ask Christian, though)

"Non, papa. Ne demande pas à Christian. N'en parle pas." (No, dad. Don't ask Christian. Don't mention anything about it.)

"Détends-toi, ma chérie. Je ne demanderai pas à Daniel ou à Christian cette fois. Mais pour la prochaine course, quand tu ne seras plus là pour m'arrêter?" He answered and pulled open the front door.(relax, darling. I won't ask Daniel or Christian this time. But what about on the next race, when you're not there to stop me?)

"Papa." Y/N shot her father a glare from her space under Daniels arm. "De quoi avons-nous discuté?" (What did we discuss?)

Daniel squeezed his arm around Y/N and released her. "How are the horses?" He asked her.

Grabbing Daniels Red Bull hat from his head, Y/N placed it on her own. "They're good. Beau and I are going to try our hand at Cross Country next week and Crème is having a little holiday," she answered.

Beau and Crème de la Crème, Y/N's two horses. Beau was a dark brown horse and Crème was white.

"Does that mean you'll be able to come to the race next weekend?"

Y/N gave him a look. Yes, she wanted to go to the Spanish grand prix, but she had horses to train and low level competitions to enter. "Sorry, Danny," she said. "I've just got far too much to do."

"Si tu me rejoins à quelques courses supplémentaires, je t'achèterai un autre cheval," her father suddenly announced. (if you join me at a few more of the races I will buy you another horse.)

"Tu ne peux pas me corrompre, papa." (you can't bribe me, dad)

"Ta mère m'a dit que tu voulais un cheval de dressage," he temped. (your mother told me you want a dressage horse). "Deux semaines séparent le grand prix d'Espagne du grand prix du Canada. Je t'emmènerai acheter un nouveau cheval à ce moment-là." (There is two weeks between the Spanish grand prix and the Canadian grand prix. I will take you shopping for a new horse then).

"Un cheval de niveau olympique?" (An Olympic level horse?)

"Uh, what am I missing here?" Asked Daniel, looking between the two Monégasques.

Grinning, Y/N gave him his hat back. "Nothing, Danny. I'll be coming to a couple of the grand prix this year. I just haven't decided which ones."

"Can't wait," said Daniel.

With obligations to attend to, Daniel said goodbye to Y/N and her father and left them to it as they walked through the garage.

"Allons-nous dire bonjour à Charles?" Asked Mr L/N as they approached the Ferrari garage. (Shall we go and say hello to Charles?)

Y/N nodded her head. Together, she and her father walked towards the Ferrari garage. Charles was stood outside, identifiable by the sixteen printed onto the back of his red shirt. He was there with his teammate, with cameras around them.

Before Y/N's father could approach him, she pulled him back. "Que faites-vous?" (What are you doing?) He asked, his eyebrows scrunched up.

"Charles réalise une interview avec Carlos. Nous ne pouvons pas l'interrompre," she said (Charles id doing an interview with Carlos. We can't interrupt.)

Y/N and her father stood around, saying hello to the people they knew while they waited for Charles and Carlos to finish up. Being from Monaco, Charles was Mr L/N's favourite driver. If he could have afforded it, he would have sponsored Charles. But he was already sponsoring his daughters horse riding career and couldn't find the money to sponsor the driver as well.

Finishing up with the interview, Charles and Carlos turned again.

Mr L/N was quick to rush forward towards the Monégasque. "Bonjour, Charles! C'est un plaisir de vous revoir!" He shouted (Hello Charles! It is good to see you again!)

Turning around, Charles looked at the L/Ns with a red face. "Monsieur L/N, comment allez-vous aujourd'hui?" (Mr L/N, how are you today?) he asked and turned towards Y/N. "Hello, Y/N."

When Y/N and Arthur had first become friends and Charles was on the karting circuit, he had insisted that Y/N spoke in English whenever they conversed. With her mother being English, Y/N was fluent, which helped Charles to practice speaking the language. Ten years later and the habit hadn't died.

Charles had a conversation with Y/N's father in French. It was a long conversation, one Y/N tried to pay attention to. But she was concentrating on her fathers promise of a new horse. What colour would she look for? How big would it be? Would she finally get a mare or another boy? She couldn't wait.

"How is Crème de la Crème and Beau?" Asked Charles, turning his attention to the show jumper. With the way he was looking at her, it was hard for Y/N not to feel bashful.

"They're good. If Beau has gotten a bit bigger since the last time you saw him."

When they were younger, Y/N had invited Arthur to meet her horses a couple of times. Charles had picked Arthur up once and had the chance to meet the horses. Beau was a baby then, just a year old. Y/N hadn't started his training yet.

"You could come and see him in summer break, if you'd like."

Let the ground swallow her up now.

But it didn't deter Charles. He kept talking, asking her questions that Y/N happily answered. She tried to ask him, but it was easy to get tongue tied around Charles.

As they spoke, Charles' teammate walked behind them. He said a quick hello but continued on. Charles suddenly laid his hand on Y/N's shoulder and pushed her after the Spaniard. "Carlos! Have you met Y/N L/N yet?" He asked.

Carlos turned around.

Y/N had seen him before through social media. He was at the last race she attended, but he was in Renault then. Y/N didn't get to meet him, and then she had to stop coming to the races all together.

"You are Mr L/N's daughter?" He asked, pointing back to Y/N's father.

She nodded her head. "Oui, yes. He's finally dragged me along to our home race." She laughed awkwardly, and Carlos was polite enough to laugh with her.

"How are you finding it so far?" He asked.

Y/N didn't think the conversation was go any further than it had, not with how awkward she was being. But she couldn't help it. Carlos was an attractive man and attractive people made her nervous. But, then again, who doesn't get nervous around people they find attractive.

"I am enjoying it. I'm looking forward to seeing you boys race," she answered.

"Have you always been a Ferrari fan?"

Y/N had. But, as Sebastian Vettel had once said, everybody is a Ferrari fan.

"Y/N, chérie, allons chercher nos sièges!" (Y/N, honey, lets go and find our seats) Her father shouted, pulling her attention away from the boys in red.

Y/N nodded to her father and turned back to them. "It was lovely to meet you," said Carlos. He took her hand and kissed the back of her palm.

Wrapping his arm around her shoulders, Charles walked back to her father. "Perhaps I could see you after the qualifying," he said as he walked her over.

"Of course, Charles. I'd like that very much."

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