#luis x female reader

[thewritersaddictions]

(RE4) Leon S. Kenndy- The Spaniard & The American

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x Reader x Luis Sera

Pov: Reader's

Warnings: Smut, drinking, threesome, dancing at the bar, Gentleman vibes from both Leon and Luis,making out, kissing in public, touchy and feely. AU, (no use of y/n), cum eating, BJ's, 18+, adult content.

Summary: Luis, Leon, and You all make it our of another governemnt assignment. With that Luis suggests drinks to celebrate your success, things most definatly don't get out of hand.

A/n- @ firefly-graphics for dividers

WC- 5k

Resident Evil Master List // Resident Evil 4 Master List

July 2007 

“Come on, just let’s go to the bar and drink the sorrows of the past two weeks away.” Luis is trying desperately to convince Leon that taking a few minutes to drive down to the local pub wouldn’t end with someone getting punched or someone throwing up in someone else’s lap on the way back home. “Luis, please, let’s just go home and relax. That mission was shit, and the both of you know that for a fact.” Leon sits in the driver’s seat of the car. 

He’s wearing civilian clothes, looking rather handsome from the back seat. Luis sits in the passenger seat. Puppy dog eyeing Leon. Begging to get a few drinks, Luis believes there’s always a need for a celebration. Whether everyone made it out alive or we lost a few team members, Luis is adamant about going out after. 

“Luis, you’re pushing my buttons.” I can hear the aggravation in his voice. The strained part of him wants to yell and be furious for how nonchalant Luis is. Luis had come to work as a private agent with Leon after getting Ahsley Graham back home safely to her father. He had been just an asset then, but Luis showed up and off as a genuine member when it came to justice and all, and it sat well with Leon. 

The government, at first, wasn’t happy with the idea of having an ex-Umbrella employee on the payroll. Still, they were quickly turned around, or instead, the president was when he heard that not only had Luis’s medical expertise saved his daughter’s life but that he had also saved Leon’s life. 

I came in just a few months later. Leon and Luis didn’t need another partner. Regardless, Leon and Luis welcomed me with open arms. “What do you think back there?” Luis asked, pulling me from my distanced thoughts. “Well, I could go for some food, so if you want to stop, we can,” I answered. Leon sighed heavily from the front seat as Luis looked proud of himself for ‘getting’ me on his side. “Leon, if you don’t want to stop you… you aren’t obligated to stop for any of us.” I say, looking at Leon through the rear-view mirror. 

He looks at me with those blue eyes. Then looks over at Luis. “Fine, but only a few drinks and food. I’m tired enough as it is.” Leon gives in, and smugly, Luis puts the new direction into the GPS, and Leon turns the car around. The drive isn’t too far off the highway, and the sky is just setting by the time we all pile out of the car. 

The music can be heard as Leon opens the door, letting himself in. Ever the gentleman Luis stands there holding the door open for me. It’s a bar, so we pick our table and settle into everyday life. I plunge myself into a round booth in the corner of the bar. Leon slides in on my left and Luis on my right. I’m snug between the two men, but I’m not thinking of that. Instead, I’m looking at the food that passes by. Leaving my mouth wide open, Leon softly touches my chin, closing my mouth. “You’ll get flies in your mouth.” His voice has at least lowered an octave or two. I shake the way his hands feel on my skin away as I look at the menu first. The server comes by in a matter of seconds. 

When I look up, the woman smiles back at me. Her hair is in a slick pony, and everything about her screams that she’s confident and a flirt. The buttons on her shirt give nothing to the imagination at all. “What can I get you three started with?” A country drawl swings from her words as her attention leaves me and towards the two men I’m sitting between. Leon asks without even looking at her, and Luis, in his ever so charming self, gives her a sparkling smile and asks for his drink. Last of the line, I ask for a fruity drink that will wash away the dead bodies and the crazy trip we had just returned from. 

“You always get a fruity drink, cariño?” I nod as I look at Luis from the corner of my eye. He looks like he’s never realized that, “But you drink beer when we’re with everyone else? Why?” He asks; I want to shrug my shoulders and say I don’t know. Before I can even get the chance to lie to Luis. Leon is answering my question for me. “Because let’s be honest here, Luis if she didn’t drink with the guys like she were a guy, they’d out her.” Leon, always the knight in shining armor, saves me even when I don’t need his help. 

Luis’s face contorted, and then I couldn’t read his emotions. The moment is completely taken away from me when the server returns to serving Leon and Luis, her whole chest now on view. “Would you you’ll like anything else? Food, god, do we have the best home fries.” I sigh heavily, and Leon orders something for the table—fries and something else that the server wiggles into the check. 

The night goes on nicely after that. The sky dims by the minute, and night falls in through the door when a set of people come in through the door cracks. It isn’t until the second or fourth fruity drink that my bones have relaxed, and everything around me is cloudy but in the best way. Leon and Luis are arguing about the best way to get a girl. “Leon, can I get out? I need to go to the bathroom?” I ask. He hums and moves out of the way. I sway between drunken men and women to get to the bathroom. 

My cheeks are hotter than ever before, and when I press my hands into the cold porcelain, it sends a shiver down my spine. My eyes are blown out from the liquor, but I could take another drink to forget the week before. I take only a few seconds to reset myself in the bathroom before heading back out. When I finally managed to get through the waves of people on the floor and at the bar. Leon and Luis are still arguing. “Leon, you don’t know how to get a girl, do you?” Leon scoffs at Luis’s rather hurtful question. “It’s not a matter of if I can. It’s about the fact that you aren’t a gentleman about it, Luis.” Leon counters. Whatever I walk into feels like a heated battle. It’s nice to watch the banter between the two men. “I am a gentleman!” The octave of Luis’s voice hits high as he tries to argue with Leon about who’s more gentlemanly than the other. 

“Can I get back into my seat?” I ask, interrupting their conversation, but I am ignored. “Who do you think is more the gentleman?” Luis asks, “Don’t ask her that it’s unfair.” Leon looks over at Luis before looking at me. I shrug my shoulders, “I don’t wanna be a part of this, Luis.” I try but am quickly told that if I want my seat, I’ve got to answer the question. I sigh heavily before looking between the two men. “Okay, fine, Leon is sweet, and that’s attractive all on its own, but you, Luis, are attractive differently. cockiness put aside, you’re brave, and so is Leon…” My words are not enough to convince either one of them. 

I groan. “Fine, you are both great men; hell, you’re both my type. But you must let go of the cockiness, and Leon, you’ve got to let some sort of girl in that’s not Ada. She doesn’t need you to save her because she can save her ass.” I say, hoping that my ticket will be back in the booth. 

Instead, the both of them are staring at me. Mouth left open, and eye blown out. “Hello?” Luis licks his lips and gets up from his seat. He is letting me in, finally. Even with the littering amount of conversation all around us, the silence that takes over the booth is growing too uncomfortable to stand. There’s this silent conversation happening between Luis and Leon that I just can’t read. The two of them eyeing each other and then looking at me. “Would you like to go dance?” Leon asks. The smile is naughty, sending a shiver down my spine that I’ve never felt before.

If you were to work with these two men, you’d be just as suck in your feelings as I. The type of feelings that wrap around your heart and mind and make everything clouded. “And I’ll get you another drink,” Luis says. I nod, and Luis gets up from the booth. Leon quickly takes my hand, pulling me from the sticky booth and dragging me towards the dancing floor. 

At first, it’s a slow swaying motion with Leon dancing to the side of me, and the music changes, the tempo changes, and so does everything else. Leon’s large hand is cupping my hips, pulling me into his front. Everything feels so fucking dizzy but in the best of ways. “Did you mean what you said at the table?” Leon whispers into my ear. “About the two of us being your type?” He clarifies. I take a huge breath before nodding, waiting for the rejection of the fall of the crescendo. “Good because we, Luis and I, enjoy having you around,” Leon whispers. Before I know it, Luis is pressed into my chest. 

I am sandwiched between the two prominent men. The two men that just a few hours ago had blood smeared across those perfect bones and skin. The same men that would bicker like an old married couple. “You should have told us sooner that you like us,” Luis says. He presses the cold, fruity drink into my hand. I swallow hard as my senses are on the fritz. “I didn’t…I was worried…” “Shh, don’t worry about it now, love.” Leon shushes, and I fall against his chest. “We’ve liked you for some time now. Haven’t we, Luis?” Even though we’re in a bar, with the music and people bumping around us, I can’t help but feel that we are utterly alone in this moment. Luis nods, agreeing with Leon. “For so fucking long, cariño.” 

I can’t tell if the heat of their bodies pressed against me or the liquor in my system makes me fall apart off the edges of my core. “Will you show me?” I ask. Luis’s brow perks up, and then he looks over my shoulder at Leon. “Of course, baby. Let’s settle our bill, and then we can show you how much we want to play with you.” Leon’s words make my legs shake and my thighs clench. “Luis, go settle the tab, and you can drive us home while we get settled in the back seat,” Leon says to Luis. I can’t help but feel that there’s a unique dynamic there. Luis leaves the two of us quickly and takes my drink with him. 

Leon’s hands leave my hips, and one takes my hand while the other settles on my side, walking me out of the bar. All of us are just a little drunk and a little sober. “Can we wait for Luis?” I ask Leon, and there is a hesitance in my voice, like I’m not ready to walk out of the doors just yet. Leon can sense it before the tone even manages to hit his ears. He hums, and the two of you stand there swaying together. 

I rest your head on Leon’s chest and let his hands fall lower on your hips. The music should be loud and head-banging, but the things that happen in front of you cause the music to be silenced, and the fighting voices start to soar through the bar. “Where’s Luis?” I ask Leon, eyes still closed. I can feel the rumble of his words against my back, but I don’t need his answer when I hear his distinct accent, Luis—defending something or someone. “Leon,” I warn him, he’s already on the target. “I’ll be right back,” Leon whispers before kissing my forehead and letting me go. 

In a matter of a few seconds, I lost Leon in the crowd of people surrounding Luis and the other customer. “I told you, you fucker, to stop talkin’ about her like that.” His voice carries around the entire bar, gathering unwanted attention from all. “Like you’d even know how to fuck her.” The other man is drunk and clearly off his rails. “You keep her out of your dirty mouth,” Luis yells back to the other man, pushing him away when he gets too close. 

“Luis, come on, let’s go. You’re starting a scene.” Leon calls over to Luis. Yet when Luis looks over at Leon, there’s a look that he very rarely sees. Anger is written all over his face—blood, red, hot, pumping anger. Leon gives Luis a look he’s given a time before. “Luis, it’s time to go. She’s waiting for us.” Leon mumbles to Luis. The anger has Luis shaking at his hands. Leon reaches his hand out for Luis to grab. Luis takes a moment to think before looking at the drunken man and then back to Leon. Luis gives up eventually, holding onto the outreached hand, and has the two of them walk over to me. Luis’s fits of anger fade out quickly. Being replaced with a warm, inviting smile. 

The walk out to the car is silent in a good way; Leon’s hand tangled with mine, and his other wrapped around Luis’s neck to pull him close to his side. “What happened, Luis?” I ask, “Nothin’ for you to worry about amor.” Luis says, shutting down my questioning. I hum and get into the opened door of the back seat. The slam of the door makes me realize that, for a brief moment, I’m alone in the car. 

– 

“What was that all about Luis?” Leon asks the older man. Luis still has a hard time being open with anyone other than himself. “Are you trying to be Don Quixote?” Leon asks him—two questions Luis has to answer. “I’m not trying to be the knight and shin’ armor, Leon. Just don’t like dicks like that is all.” Luis says, trying to get out of answering Leon’s other question. “Luis, look at me,” Leon says, returning his attention to his face. A rough hand forced Luis’s head with his chin. A thumb pressing into Luis’s lower lip. “Did the guy say something about her?” Leon asks Luis. They two stare intensely at each other. Blue and brown staring at each other.

While waiting in the car, I can see the two of them through the front window. Everything about their interaction is softer than I’m used to seeing in the field. A few moments later, the back door reveals a dirty blonde smiling sweetly at me. “Are you sure you are okay with this?” Leon asks before even getting into the back seat with me. Another car door opening causes me to get out of my thoughts for only a moment. It’s Luis on the other side of me. Both men stare at me as if I’m the only treasure in the world.

 Awaiting my approval. 

“Yes, I’m sure. I’m fucking sure now can we go!” I say, biting down on my bottom lip. “So impatient. As always.” Leon mutters before sliding into the back seat with me and shutting the door behind him. Luis is quick to get into the driver’s seat. “Don’t start being a brat now, cariño.” I hear Luis say as the engine starts to life. 

The touches start slow and soft. Gentle but rough fingers glide down my arms, sending shivers and goosebumps. “You are so beautiful; you know that sweetheart.” Leon’s stats are a matter of fact. I swallow hard. I’m already so out of touch and so desperately touched-deprived from working in the line I work in with Leon and Luis that the simple words make my thighs clench, and my chest burn with burning tears. 

The rest of the car ride is a blur between sweet nothings whispered into my ear and Leon’s hands touching any part of me exposed to him. I catch Luis’s eyes at least during the drive, and the heat bubbles in my belly along with my cheeks. He winks and returns his attention to the road. Leon is like a broken record next to me, telling me how beautiful I am, what they’re doing to me, how much they care about me. It had my head dizzy in a fuzzy way. In a good way. “You’ll be good for us, right, love?” Leon asks as the car comes to another slow for a stop light. I whine and shake my head, not yet trusting my voice. “Words, love, words,” Leon says, calming as his hand racks over the tops of my thigh. 

I squeeze my thighs together, hating and loving that Leon’s light and slight touch has over me. I see the quick smirk that falls over Leon’s handsome face before uttering a soft and quiet ‘yes.’ Leon graciously accepts and smiles at me before leaning down and kissing the tip of my nose. 

Moving from the car to the front door of Leon and Luis’s apartment is a tangle of limbs and hands on my body. Luis fumbles with the key to get in through the apartment door. The second the door is unlocked and open for the three of us to enter, Leon’s lips are mine. A little chap and bitten at but all the welcoming. He’s warm and so close to me, but still, I want to be closer to him. I graze my tongue against his bottom lip, and he grants me entrance. Our tongues don’t fight; instead, they explore each other’s mouths. Leon groaned into the deep kiss. 

Leon’s hands hold me close to his large and fit frame. A broad chest with an easy beating heart pressed into my own chasing heart. “Sharing is caring, you know.” I hear a frustrated Luis mutter from off in the distance of the apartment. Leon groans, his lips leaving mine. For a moment, I get accustomed to the new surroundings. The apartment isn’t tiny by any means, but that’s what happens when you save the former president’s daughter. Leon hasn’t left my side. “Well, come over here then, Lui.” The nickname makes me giggle. The unprofessionality of it all makes me smile even wider. 

Luis takes a giant step over to the two of us. Standing in the living room, it almost feels awkward for a second, and then Luis’s hands are cupping my cheek. He winked at me before he dips down to grab at my lips. He’s rougher than Leon like there’s an aching burning in him that’s forcing him to take all that he wants. I moan as he bites down my bottom lip, dragging as he releases from the kiss. His eyes are blown out, and so are Leons as they both stare at me. “Take a seat for us, cariño.” Luis points down to the couch at the back of my knees. 

I plop down with no grace, but neither seem to care as they both get a chuckle out of it. Leon takes a seat on my left, and Luis is on my right. I fidget with my hands for a moment as the silence fills the apartment. My mind drifts off, thoughts of Luis and Leon. How they interact, being in their apartment is the way Leon speaks to Luis in such a calm but dominant manner. I’m pulled out of my thought by Leon, “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” He asks. I look at him and then towards Luis. Then back once more. “Just… it’s nothing, just was thinking, is all.” I manage to mutter out. Leon has a great read on people, so nothing I say will work unless it’s true. “Come on, you can tell us.” He says softly, placing a hot hand on my left knee, “Yeah, we won’t judge, mi amor.” Luis says as he puts his hand on my right knee.

 It grounds me for an unknown reason, and I give in. “I was just wondering… you and Leon. The two of you have, you guys live together, but I sense there’s something else there. Like are you…” The words die in my throat as I look over from Luis to Leon, who is having a whole conversation with their eyes. No words pass between us for a long moment. “Yes, sweetheart, Luis and I are together. We have been for a while now.” Leon says proudly. “But that isn’t what this is about.” Luis adds, looking back at Leon, “It’s about you and us showing you how much we wanna get to know your body in all the right ways.” Leon adds. 

– 

“Okay,” I say timidly as I watch Leon looking over at Luis before grabbing the back of his neck with a large, strong hand and pulling him in for a deep kiss. I stare, my gaze unwilling to move from the mashing of teeth and the sweet, wet noises from their kiss. Luis looks like he’s in heaven, and when they pull apart, Leon couldn’t be more proud. The following words come from me: rapid fire and shock me. “You are so fucking hot!” Luis chuckles, and licks his lips. “You know it, honey.” He mutters mostly to himself. 

The longer I look at them standing together, the hotter I get. The clothes wrapped tightly around my skin burn on my skin as I ache to pull them off and be bare infront of these handsome men. “Will one of you touch me so I can stop aching so much!” I whine. Luis drops to his knees almost immediately. “I’ll go first, baby, makin’ you cum real good.” Luis’s accent is somehow thicker now that he’s lower. Leon disappears from my whole world as Luis’s hands run. From my outer to inner thigh, Luis ran his large hands up and down in the most mind-blowing, teasing manner. His hands come up to my hips and grab at the meat of my hips, pulling me slightly forward. “Let’s just get these fucking jeans off you.” I nod along with him. His fingers are nimble as they undo each jean button and then tediously pull the zipper down. 

I pick up my hips and let him drag the rough and hot-inducing fabric down my legs until they’re flung over his shoulder and land in a pile on the floor. There you are, sitting half-naked in front of Luis. Your work partner, the guy that has both equally saved your ass as many as you have saved his. “Aww, look at these panties. Naughty little thing.” He whispers as his hands come back to touch me. His hands are rough, just like Leon’s, but so fucking grounding that I don’t even notice that he’s right back to my covered pussy until he flicks the little black bow on my lace panties. He slides them down with grace as my ass comes into contact with the cold leather of the couch underneath me. 

“Spread your legs, baby,” Luis demands as he nudges my knees apart. I feel no embarrassment when Luis practically coos at the source of my aching. I think the couch dip, and when I look over, it’s Leon, boxers, and that’s it. His hair is pulled back and wet from a recent shower. “Hello, pretty girl.” I smile, and like whiplash, I’m back to Luis between my legs. Cold fingertips playing with my sensitive clit. Nudging it before blowing cold air onto my wet pussy. I moan on the spot and buck forward ever so slightly. “Look at our girl so sensitive,” Luis mutters, looking up at Leon. “I wonder if anything else is just as touchy?” Leon asks as if I’m not even there. I can feel that tingle that makes my nipples happen under my layers of clothes. I desperately want to pull off my shirt and lay there for them. “I think I’ll have to find out,” Leon says, looking back at me. “You okay with me taking off your shirt, birdie?” He asks. I inch up just enough to give him enough room to grab at the free edge of my shirt and rip it over my head. 

That piece of clothing tripped over his head and landed on the ground in a heap. My panties match my bra that covers my tits. Both of them groan at the sight. The blush creeps on my cheeks. Luis continues to tease at my clit, before passing two fingers over my slick aching hole. Collecting slick on his fingers. “Fuck she’s so wet, Leon!” he exclaims as he presses his fingers and shows them to Leon. “Such a dirty girl, fuck, we haven’t done shit to you yet,” Leon mutters as he rubs at the aching bludge in his boxers. I don’t care about anything anymore except getting his hands on me, getting both of their hands on me. Luis goes back to playing with my sensitive pussy, all while making it harder for me to unlatch my bra from behind. 

“Leon, if you don’t pull down your boxers right now and let me suck that cock of yours, I think I might just die,” I yell as I throw the bra off into the distance. He chuckles, “Anything for you, birdie.” He pulls his boxers down with ease, his cock hitting his lower belly. Red, angry, and aching to be in my mouth. The gasps that leave my mouth catch his attention, “What? Scared it won’t fit?” I looked up at him with an open mouth, “Don’t worry, Luis thought the same thing.” I reach out and grab my hand around it. Leon is girthy, my thumb and pointer finger parley touching. 

I use his pre-cum as lube at first, getting a feel for his cock in my hand. Heavy on my hand. The second I get his cock on my tongue, Luis’s mouth is on my pussy. Tonguing my wet hole. His bread scratching at my inner thighs caused me to moan around Leon’s cock. He groans at the feeling and leans to place a hand on the back of the couch’s edge. I’m not able to take all of his, so I bring another hand to the base of his cock, using it to jerk the rest of his cock as I suck on his cock like a lollipop. 

Luis attacks my pussy, sucking as his life depends on it. Nimlbing at my clit with the edge of his teeth. I clench around nothing and moan around Leon again. Causing him to jerk forward even further into my mouth. The stretch that his cock causes burns but isn’t unwelcomed. One finger presses into my hole, making me stop breathing for a second, and then Luis is pumping it in and out with ease. Lewd noises fill the room; Leon moans, the slick sound of my hole getting fucked, my gagging on Leon’s cock. It nearly burns my ears right off. 

But then the pace is set, and Leon is fucking my drooling mouth. The grip on his couch moves to the back of my head to keep me in palace. 

But my eyes never leave his, blue iris staring deep into my soul, coarse hairs tickly at my nose. The bumps and ridges of his cock are welcomed against my tongue, and just when I think, everything is feeling normal. Luis sticks another more extended finger in. He is stretching me out. I moan around Leon’s cock, bucking forward on Luis’s fingers. “Oh fuck Birdie, gonna make me’…” Leon’s thrust goes erratic, and his hands only grip my hair even harder—blunt fingernails leaving half-moon crescent shapes on my scalp. 

“OH- Fuck!” Leon screams out, his cum filling my throat and mouth as he rides his high out before releasing my head from his death grip. Luis is still eating my pussy like a starving man. Sucking at my clit, and giving me kitten licks. With one curl of his fingers and one hard suck on my clit I clench around his fingers and have no time to warn him that I’m going to cum. My eyes roll back, and my chest feels on fire. When I do come back, my thighs are wet, everything is fucking wet. The leather couch soaked under my ass. 

“Oh fuck, you squirted all over me, carnio. Did you know you could do that?” Luis asks as he looks up at me from between my thighs. Face soaked, beard wet. Still in a daze, I barely get a shake out. “Well, there’s always a first.” Luis chuckles, leaning back on his knees. I try to move, “What about you?” My voice is a little hoarse. “Oh, don’t worry, beauty, I came in my pants just from listenin’ to the two of you. I lean forward. The wet patch on Luis’s pants is visible; a prideful bubble grows in my chest. “Of course he did. He such a subby little boy.” Leon mutters, coming back with three glasses of much-needed water, which we all down in a matter of seconds. 

“But we aren’t done with you, Birdie, are we baby boy?” Leon asks, looking down at Luis as he sits next to me. Luis shakes his head. “Well, what are we waitin’ for? Get your asses up and get to showin’ your girl just how good you are at fucking me.” Brows rise, and a chase begins. 

Completed on: 10/30/23

Posted on: 11/08/23

Resi 4-

[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?

[breezy141]

UNFAIR || LEON S. KENNEDY

summery: after a long fight you noticed you had been pretty beat up, however your partner, the one you have been head over heels fall never even batted an eyelid at you, but instead he was focused on something else.

warnings: naughty words , gore detail?😡 also mardy means pissed off for all you non brits !!

authors note: this man has been on my mind for so long.

lowering your gun, you let out a shaky breath. looking down you realised you were drenched in blood, you had no idea if it was yours or leon’s or ads or luis or ashley’s or even those THINGS you had just slaughtered. after the adrenaline that surrounded your systems decreased, you started winching at the pain that coveted your limbs.

scratches covered your arms, thighs and stomach. after looking down at your thigh, your eyes widened. a metal, rusty nail had embedded itself in it “oh god..” the pain of your thigh had taken over every part of your body.

you couldn’t take it out, you’d lose blood. keeping it in could cause tetanus, maybe outcomes were drowning in your mind. in the end you decided to take it out, however you made sure to use a tourniquet immediately.

“y/n are you okay? you look very..bloody” ashley said running over to you. she placed a calming hand on your shoulder, you merely smiled to her.

“yeah, i’m okay” you looked at her, smile dropped immediately. where’s leon? usually after every brawl you two have ever had, it was basically routine to check up on each other . if he didn’t, it meant he was either badly hurt or gone.

looking behind you, you saw leon hugging that woman. it felt like someone had just winded you, punching you in the gut. your eyebrows furrowed, you couldn’t say anything.

you watched, ada gave leon a sweet smile, thanking him after he helped her get up off the floor. of course, that usual routine, acting all innocent and sweet, she would one hundred percent wait for him to turn his back and stab him there repeatedly. metaphorically of course.

“you okay? you took quite a beating” you scoffed, a beating? all she did was stand in the corner, firing a few shots when one of them people got a bit to close to her, oh and she fell over and had the smallest graze on her forehead.

you on the other hand? well let’s see, bruises, blood gushing wounds, exhaustion, bits of flesh on you, as well as your own skin falling a little. mostly from your arms due to them grabbing your arms and such things.

luis watched your expression, he knew exactly what you were thinking. he had saw and heard it himself, the looks you and leon would share, the way you’d talk about him to ashley, but that would all change when ada was in the picture.

“you okay handsome?” ada spoke softly, that was enough for you, you walked out of that small house. knowing full well people were out there to get you, but you didn’t exactly care.

“is she okay?” leon asked the remaining people in the room.

“nope” ashely said replying with a hint of attitude.

leon nodded and followed behind, before getting stopped by oh so perfect ada. “w-wait she could get hurt out there and she will come running back. don’t worry about her” she said standing infront of the door.

once it came to you, nothin stopped you. “ada move, you said it yourself she could get hurt” her expression changed from a worried one, to a neutral mardy look.

she did move, and that she moved to sit on a table. “good luck”

leon knew he wouldn’t need it, he left the place and started searching for you. “Y/N!” he’d shout, he knew it would attract people but he didn’t care at all.

after a few minutes of searching he found you, sitting by a small body of water, you were using it to wash off the bits of skin and blood you had all over you.

“why’d you leave?” he said as he strolled over to you, sitting down. you stopped what you were doing and looked over to him.

god he was gorgeous, his blonde locks fell over one side of his face, he was biting the corner of his lips in an act of nervousness, he would have thought it’s weird but you think it’s cute and adorable. he had faint and small freckles that you wish you were able to count or kiss everyone of them.

“why do you act the way you do towards her, every time she’s here you change, like what was that about, you didn’t even bother to ask if i was okay. look at me leon, i’m beaten black and blue, i am bleeding from nearly everywhere. i felt and feel like shit but even if you came over and asked if i was okay i would have felt so much better” you spoke from the heart and with a serious tone.

he looked at you, blinked a couple times then started taking in every detail. you had, beautiful e/c eyes, your eyelashes complimented them so well, they well long and full, your plump lips were a little chapped but he wouldn’t mind putting his on yours, and the scar running across your temple was such a beautiful feature.

“i know you can handle yourself y/n, so when there’s someone new all i do is look out for them. you may think i don’t bother to make sure your okay after every situation but i’m always observing you, even when my own life is on the line i make sure your up and okay. today, ada made it seem like she had a really bad fall, broken bones type” you scoffed “but she was never my priority, you were and always will be. even with ashely and luis, ashley is literally our reasoning for being here but your health and state is so much more important to me”

you didn’t know what to say “show me your thigh” he said sternly, you threw your leg over his lap and he removed the tourniquet. “jesus..” he studied the wound. “let me get yo-”

you interrupted him “i like you” he looked up at you tilting his head slightly “huh?” you put your leg down and leaned in closer “i like you, like a lot” he smiled and leaned in towards you.

“ah! there you two are, why would you leave us alone” luis came around the corner. holding ashley’s hand “them things are everywhere again” ashely said in panic. leon strapped you up again.

pulling out your gun, you stood up. “you ready?” he stood up and brushed himself down “i suppose, stay with me yeah? your my priority remember” you nodded.

ashely gave you a cheesy smile.

_______

yay

[magicgalatica]

Would you like me to do some Mortal Kombat Oneshot’s too?

[sinsofnivan]

INTOXICATION .ᐟ — RE Men x YOU.

SUMMARY: just horny resident evil blurbs where they're all pussydrunk. <3

PAIRINGS: LEON S. KENNEDY/Reader, LUIS SERRA/Reader, CHRIS REDFIELD/Reader, ALBERT WESKER/Reader, JACK KRAUSER/Reader, CARLOS OLIVEIRA/Reader

WARNINGS: female reader, nsfw themes, PROBABLY inaccurate anatomy, unprotected sex ( wrap it before u tap it folks. ), begging, breeding && Daddy kink, cunnilingus, angry makeup sex, size kink/difference, cervix fucking,

author's note: this is my first post. :) sorry if it's not that flourished . . .

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ NSFW UNDER THE CUT. ┈┈┈┈

LEON S KENNEDY .ᐟ

leon has seen — and will see more — monsters and cruelty beyond human recognition. both you and him think it's a pretty valid reason to not have children yet.

he knows contraceptives and birth control isn't a hundred percent effective, so he always played it safe: cumming on your face, giving you a good throatpie, covering your back and/or tummy with his warm cum . . .

so one could imagine the look of surprise on his face when you wrapped your pretty legs around him.

⟡

"baby, fuck! what're you- what're you doing?"

leon snaps from his fucked out haze, eyes suddenly wide and open as he watched you in your familiar fervour. "leon, please, please, Daddy. breed me. want your cum," you begged for it like you needed it; the shiny gloss of your tears only made you look so much prettier, he thinks . . . how could he resist such an angel like you?

"baby, we- we . . " he physically cannot muster that he can't. because can, and he will. the rough snapping of his hips never faltered, mind and body fueled with the need to breed you, to stuff you full until you leaked. "don't pull out—♡.ᐟ "

your begging alone was irresistible, and with the additional hypnotizing vice you had around his girth — the word no didn't even exist in his head. "yeah? y , y'want it that bad?" nod, nod.

you whined when he pulls out, partly from disappointment and feeling empty without him. you thought you'd be triumphant. just as you were about to call for him, however, your knees are pressed against your chest, and the familiar grip on your hips were now on the back of your knees.

it's not the stretch that makes your eyes wide, but the feeling of his tip pressed directly against your cervix. a premature orgasm rips through you and turning your brain into mush. completely, this time; leon was there to witness this, brows furrowed together and resisting the urge to let his eyes roll back so he can see your beautiful face.

his pounding resumes, skin sinfully slapping against skin, cock grazing your most sensitive spots with each needy rut. "i'll fucking breed you, angel. how do you like that?" your legs are high, higher up, now that he's leaning forward to have a closer look on your pretty face.

"Y/N," he chants like a prayer. he needs you like he hasn't needed before, forever and always. "leoooooon, love you — i love you," you sobbed, nails marking crescents on his shoulders, biceps. you feel so fucking full, you can't even think. just him and how good it'd feel to have his semen leaking out of your folds.

"fuuuuck, baby. you're drivin' me crazy. i love you too,"

his hips are aching, but that doesn't stop him from ramming himself completely deep into you. it won't stop him, because all he can think of is to fuck you stupid, fuck you full.

there's nothing coherent that follows, just pure, absolute filth. you're drooling, and leon's tongue is cleaning up your mess, like he's not drooling with you. his orgasm's nearing, thrusts getting noticeably sloppy and unrhythmic, but still forceful; compensating for the lack of speed.

"'m gonna cum, darling. ah—! beg for it. beg for it like a good girl,"

your pleading resonates in the room. if you could emphasize it with a wrap of your legs, you would have done so already. but your legs feel numb. y'can't move, not with his body weight forcing them up.

"pleeeeease, pleasepleasepleaseplease. need it! need'a be bred, please,"

leon would have come up with a witty remark, but all that comes from him is a groan whilst he buried himself balls deep into you. he's not pent up or anything, not even close, but he knows he's cumming lots. because despite being fully sheathed inside you, it's leaking everywhere. he rides out his high with slow, shallow thrusts, cum spilling with every push of his cock.

he's regaining awareness, taking in deep breaths. his eyes glaze over your figure, pretty much in the same state of post-sex euphoria as you. "Y/N," he mutters, letting your legs down slowly. the wince on your face tells him you're awake, and he cups your face.

"Y/N, baby,"

a thumb caresses your cheek. "—talk to me," leon sighs in relief when you grinned at him. "hi, baby," you croaked groggily. leon began to massage your thighs, kissing your neck. "i'm sorry i got carried away," and the night is spent with you cradled by his strong arms and comforted with his usual sweetness.

now, he's left with an addiction for giving you endless creampies.

LUIS SERRA .ᐟ

GIF by entreri

your pleasure comes first before everything. 

before he's buried deep and you're stretched out from his cock, your cunt's all soaked and prepped from the amount of foreplay he gives you. it's more than just wanting to prepare you. to luis, it's a requirement. having the taste of your pussy and cum on his lips was mandatory. he can't neglect his prinsesa like this.

why would he deprive you of his tongue? his fingers? he likes taking his sweet, sweet time in watching you crumble into nothing for him, only for him.

⟡

"luis!"

how many times have you creamed and gushed all over your lover's face? you can't recall. you don't even know how long he's been lapping at your cunt, but luis continues to coax out orgasm after orgasm from you.

he basks in your reactions each and every time, peering up at you just to watch you writhe from his tongue, how your body arches when you've reached your sinful crescendo, how your eyes roll back to the pits of your skull while you scream his name . . .

every man has his needs, and it's hard to create balance when the need to taste your pussy and your cum is equally as strong as the need to give his cock some sweet relief; after it's been painfully hard for an hour now. it twitches every now and then, aching for you. your touch. your lips, hands . . . "dios mio, chica," he pulls away to spit on your pretty, glistening cunt. "por favor, bebé. te necesito." he's desperate to relieve this ache, to feel that sweet release, but he just can't stop. too addicted. too drunk.  

he compromises, your bliss coming first before his. his tongue laps up at your clit — the sensitive bud all puffy and twitchy from how much he's made you gush for the past hour. you feel so breathless. so lightheaded. still, it didn't stop you from begging your handsome lover. "luiiiis, pleeeease, want your cock." 

his response? delving his tongue into your folds; tongue tracing your creamy slit and cleaning up the mess you've made. "shhhhh, prinsesa." luis says with a mouthful of cunt, nose brushing against your clit everytime he tried to clean up every drop of your slick. your wails only grow louder, weakness taking over as your legs close in on him. luis feels his breath hitch in his throat. 

not just from the prolonged use of his skilled mouth. but because your thighs crushed him. effectively.

can't breathe, can't breathe, can't breathe, can't breathe . . .  

his hands have a mind of its own at this point, because a mere minute had passed, and he had already undone his pants to pull his cock out. his moan reverberates against your cunt, and it only makes you cry out, pulling on greying tresses. you can't think straight anymore. all you can think of is luis . . . .

he's determined to make you cum again, lips latching on to your clit. he's determined to make you fall apart for him again. his stubble rubs against your soft skin, a harsh contrast from his gentleness, but the burn only makes it all the more enjoyable. "cum, bebé," he says, hollowing his cheeks. your legs only tighten involuntarily, too responsive to his stimulation. luis kept his eyes on you, grunting against your pussy as he fucked his fist. he can't help it anymore, mami.

"oh, bebé,"

if only you could see how he desperately fucked his fist. he was such a good lover for you. it can't compare to your cunt, never — but beggars can't be choosers. you were so lost in your own euphoria, you swore you're seeing stars.He just growls against your folds, eager to make you cream on his face again.

"pleease, mami. cum for me. squirt on my face," 

"oh, luis! fuck! 'm cumming! cummingcummingcummingggg! hnhggh—♡!"

neither of you made sense to each other, engulfed with overwhelming bliss that washes over you — and, well, luis's face. it didn't matter, however, as you two knew your bodies and loved each other beyond words. you didn't need to tell him how good he made you feel, when your shaking legs already spoke on your behalf. 

as soon as luis feels your juices soak his chin, cheeks, hell, everywhere—he can't help but spill his cum into his hand, high-pitched cries buzzing against your pulsating cunt. he rides out your climax with gentle kisses on your spasming clit, each kiss helping you ride out your high. he found it cute how your body spasmed with every brush of his lips and stubble.

he rises to meet you, lips leaving trails of wet kisses along your body. "bonita," he whispered against your stomach, gently nibbling on the soft flesh. everything is blurry for you, with luis being the only clear picture in your eyes. you bite your lip. he goes higher, 'till ivory meets your hardened bud; fingertips toying with the other. "luiiiis, gimme - gimme kiss," you whined, holding his face. "'m here, prinsesa. i'm here," finally, fucking finally, you and luis are face to face. 

"i love youu. love you, baby. i love you so so much," 

"i love you too, mi amor." 

you can't help but grin when you feel his cock—still hard and leaking pre—rest against your cunt.

CHRIS REDFIELD .ᐟ

despite how he hulked over pretty much you and . . well, everyone, chris was a gentle giant. or tried his best to be one. it didn't help that he was naturally strong and bigger than you. his whole figure pretty much eclipsed over your frame, with his hand engulfing the entirety of your own, shoulders enough to keep you out of sight from wandering eyes . . . if he didn't keep in mind to handle you gently, he could practically crush you. 

mind? 

what mind? 

"c , chris!" 

you pathetically drooled all over his bicep as he pounded you from behind. his whole body weight was on top of you in a caging pronebone, with a headlock to completely lock you in place. "Y , Y/N, my baby girl," he whispered, nipping the shell of your ear. "your cunt feels good. i love you. i love you . .  love fucking you," he mutters dumbly as he kept shoving his cock deep into you. you knew he was still—at the very least—still keeping in mind to not crush you, because the bicep arm around your neck barely took your breath away. 

his thrusts did.

every push in knocked out the breath out of your lungs, cunt nicely wrapping around his girth. no matter how much prep he gives, you always ended up squirming because the stretch was like no other. it reached places no toy or finger ever could—the tip threatening to bully its way past your cervix. 

his head is placed between the nook of your shoulder, breathing heavily against your neck as his stubble grazed over your skin. your skin is littered with bites, especially the shoulder that was within his teeth and tongue''s reach; the outline of his teeth covered in a thin layer of his spit. 

you weakly held on to his forearms, feeling yourself creaming around it. but you just can't help it—the drag of his cock against your walls was so fucking heavenly, you could have sworn you saw white for a brief moment. 

"p , pretty cunt's all messy, baby," 

chris stammers, shamelessly moaning into your ear and immediately latching on to your earlobe, can't keep his mouth unoccupied for more than a minute. especially if it's you. he can't stop kissing you. can't stop tasting you. 

can't stop fucking you.

you were helplessly pinned beneath his body—and you didn't possess half the strength to push him off. it made your cunt twitch thinking about being trapped under him, forced to take the pleasure, forced to take the stretch of your cunt . . . 

"f , fuck! don't—don't do that. 'm gonna cum, b , baby,"

"h , huh?"

before you could question him any further, his hips began to pick up the pace, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin intensified. "pleeaaaasepleaseplease, Y/N," he's acting like you were stopping him from whatever he wanted to do. "please. just let me cum in you. let me breed you. fuck, fuuuck. 'm gonna make you a mama," 

there's no thought behind every word he's spewing, and his body's moving purely on feral instict. "you'd. hnnngh. oh my god—make s , such a good housewife." chris is whimpering, fucking yearning to breed you as he envisions you as his wife. mrs. redfield. you can't speak a word in his filthy rambling, but it wasn't like you had the coherence to butt in. your eyes are rolled to the back of your head and your mouth would be wide open if his arm and bicep didn't mush your cheeks together.

"oh . . oh fuck. fuck. i l , loveee you. love you . . " 

he's lost count from how many times he's confessed how much he wants to marry you, how much he loves you, and who actually keeps count, anyway. all it mattered was your pleasure and his as he pounded you into the mattress. "love you too, chris! hnnnng—♡.ᐟ" 

there's something with the way you said it, or maybe he's just that in love with you. he can't help it, his arm tightening around your neck as he buried himself deep with a loud whimper of your name. you gasped for air, feeling even more full. 

but you didn't get to cum. he doesn't feel the familiar flutter of your walls, or the feeling of you soaking his cock for the nth time. who was he, if he couldn't fuffill your needs?

even in the midst of his overstimulation, he's trying his best to keep thrusting into you. "b , baby. please, need you to cum for me," he breathed out between gasps. "gotta be a good husband. gotta make you cum," like you hadn't been squirting for him since before he had you pinned under him. 

"y, you don't have t—!"

your words are knocked out from you as he began to ram into you harder. 'till your ass was red. 'till he's finally breaking the protective barrier of your cervix. 'till you're

"cumming—♡.ᐟ "

your eyes are wide open, mouth agape and dripping with spit. your cunt's helplessly gushing for him, clenching down on him ridiculously tight. "that's it. that's it, baby. such a good baby. you're so fucking m , messy, jesus chriiist," 

your mind's gone, and so is your remaining strength, body completely enervated as your head rests on his arm. nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck, Chris began to place kisses on his jaw. The sensation of his rough stubble confirms you're awake, albeit feeling very lightheaded and almost dizzy. 

you don't know how long you two laid there. It was probably just minutes, but felt like hours, up until chris had pulled away from you. you feel his cum ooze out of your cunt, and you whine. 

"shh. shh. 'm here, baby. i'm here," 

chris helps flip you over to your back, and you groggily wrapped your arms around him. "are you alright?" chris caresses your cheek, before bestowing a kiss on your forehead. "i'm here. i'm here. do you want water?" 

you shook your head, only pulling him to you. he settles you under his arm, securing you with another muscular arm wrapped atop your body. "did you mean it?" you murmured weakly against his chest. chris only rubbed your back. "i wanted to be a husband?" you can feel the rumble of chris's chuckle. you nod. "of course, baby." chris tilts your chin up, tucking your locks behind your ear. 

"i love you so much. i'd love to spend the rest of eternity with you,"

you hid your face, embarrassed. "chriiiis," your boyfriend laughs at your cute reaction. "you're so cheesy," "whaaat, it's true!" you puff your cheeks out. "i'd love to spend the rest of my life with you too . . . "

good. because the ring was just resting nicely in the back of your nightstand's drawer.

ALBERT WESKER .ᐟ

wesker is strict. firm. what he says goes, beyond shadow of doubt. so when he tells you to not run your shoe up his leg, don't do it. There's a disappointed click of his tongue when your disobedience persists, your stilettos rubbing against his shin. "this is a professional dinner, Y/N." you can't see it, but you can feel his eyes piercing daggers into you. "hm?" you blink up at him so deceivingly sweet and innocent. "i know. the food tastes great, no?" you can't help but grin when you see him clench his jaw. 

wesker is strict. firm. 

but that's because there's nothing he enjoys more than breaking his brat into a drooling, mindless mess.

smack! 

"f , four!" 

you're settled on wesker's lap, legs parted as per his request ( demand, actually. ). 

you held on to your lover's arm for dear life, glancing over at your reddening cunt that Wesker's been leaving harsh spanks on. "are you gonna be good, pet?" you nodded vigorously, trying to hide the fact that your eyes were tearing up from his mean treatment. 

"really? I don't believe you."

SMACK! 

"i , i promise I won't do it again, sir!" you cried out. shutting your eyes, you braced yourself for the next slap that was to come. But you feel him slide two fingers into you instead. "you're fucking wet." Wesker spat, curling his fingers up. it squelches lewdly, your cream smearing all over his palm. "see?" It's obvious where Wesker was looking, because his other hand ensnares your jaw once he realizes your eyes had rolled back to your skull. 

"see?"

you swallowed nervously, nodding. "look at your messy fucking cunt." without any further warnings, he began to ram his fingers knuckle-deep into you. not slow or merciful, no, none of that. hard and forceful, as if to burn a lesson into that mischievous head of yours. 

"are you gonna keep acting like a brat?" Wesker growled, squishing your cheeks together with his hand. "no, sir! 'm s , sorry!" Wesker laughed at your pathetic apology, purposefully grazing his palm against your puffy clit. "I could almost feel bad for you." he cooed mockingly. "but this is your fault. the consequences of your actions." 

he continued to thrust his fingers—quite inhumanely, one might add—the room filled with the filthy harmony of your whimpers and the squelching of your pretty pussy. you're trying your very best to keep your eyes open, but the best you could do was look down at your soaking folds with a lidded gaze. it didn't help that you could feel your climax quickly building up.  "what do you say, slut?" he forces you to stay conscious, tapping your cheek with his four fingers. his thumb instinctively traced your spit-soaked lips. you're no better, parting them as soon as you feel the phalange. 

"i'm shooorry! w , won't do it again! i'll — ohmygod — be good!" 

your body shakes, a garbled squeal escaping your pretty lips as his fingertips curl up to your most sensitive spots. his gaze is to you, his pretty girl, how gorgeous you looked falling apart on him. Of course, he doesn't miss how you roll your eyes back uncontrollably. Wesker lets this slide, because he adores how fucked out you look. 

"look at me. Are you gonna cum, pet?" Wesker tantalizingly grazed the pad of his thumb against your clit. you look so pretty looking up at him with wide eyes as he urges you closer to your climax. "y , yes sir!" you whimpered. "yeah? gonna make a mess on my fingers, pretty?" you nodded, and oh my days, the way you held on to his forearm and nuzzled your face into him was so fucking adorable, wesker can't help but feel the warmth spread on his cheeks. 

too bad he's still gotta discipline you. 

just as you were about to reach that delicious release, you squealed as he harshly pulled his fingers out. It leaves your cunt empty and aching. "bad girls don't get to cum on sir's fingers." 

instead, he smacks your cunt again. you clench around nothing, eyes watering as desperation ran through your veins. "pleasepleaseplease," the spanks you once dread, you were now looking for; the infliction on your clit enough to prolong your incoming orgasm. 

"wanna cum. please sir, wanna cum. pleasepleaseplease," you tugged on his arm, and wesker lets out a shaky exhale, not realizing he had been holding his breath this whole time. raising his hand, he strikes your cunt again, and you yelped. "you . . you like this, pet?" he won't lie, you're making his facade break."yes! please, please, i just wanna cum," you sobbed, salty tears completing your fucked out look. wesker spanks your cunt again, and again, and agai—

you screamed, with a sinful bliss trickling down your back as you arch. you're gushing everywhere, all from his mere spanking. his head dips to claim your lips, tongue first; and it doesn't surprise you when you feel him slowly stuff your mouth as his tongue elongates.

you suck on it, no matter how messy it made you: chin dribbling with sloppy drool, lipstick smearing everywhere . . . your cheeks hollow, and you groaned when his fingers began to rub figure eights on your clit again. "mffh—!" still overstimulated and aching from your ruined orgasm, your hand encircles his wrist. but you didn't possess half the strength to pry his hand away. 

he slides his creamy fingers again back into you again, back to mercilessly fingerfucking you. his tongue only muffles your cries of pleasure, and wesker can't stop literally fucking shoving his tongue down your throat. 'specially when he feels your pussy tighten up as he fills your mouth. it's so filthy, wesker knows he's fucking fantasizing about this for days on end. his cock aches, leaking pre just for you. 

only for you. 

much to your displeasure, he's emptying your mouth; monstrous tongue retracting and at the very least, allowing you to breathe. "you're gonna cum for me again, pet." he purred, licking the sweat dripping on your cheek.

"i forgive you, pretty. only if you do one thing for me." he nipped at the apple of your cheek, a grin gracing his face. you whined when he pauses, but it was to probably give you time for your mind to function. 

"who owns you?" 

you feel that flutter in your tummy, and you mutter a soft: "you do . . . "

"sorry, can't hear you. speak up, pet." 

and as if to further tease you, his fingers begin its harsh thrusting again. "y , you do!" you said in one breath, in between wails and gasping. "i do, what?" he smirked smugly, chuckling against your cheek. "you— nghggh! you—!" "i . . i what, pet?" "you own me! you own my body!" 

and of course, your body knows; cunt quivering for the second time and squirting all over his digits again. "there we go, pretty. oh, your pussy's so messy." his thumb caressed your clit, trying to draw out your orgasm. you've been so good for him, he thinks you deserve it.

"there we go. i know, i know. s'too much, isn't it?" his comforting voice is so misleading, like there wasn't a lot of sadistic, unholy thoughts running through his head right now. "shh, shh. you did so well." he kindly helps you ride out your high with gentle strokes of his fingers. 

you're exhausted, mass completely resting on his frame as you tried to catch your breath. you huffed when you slowly feel him sliding his fingers out of you, the simplest movements still too much for your poor, overstimulated cunt. 

"you did so well,"

you're lucid, for the most part; feeling him turn you around so you would be facing him. He rubbed your curves, tracing the dimple on your lower back. 

"sleep, my love. i'll be here." 

JACK KRAUSER .ᐟ

you can fight with krauser with just about anything. krauser, with his hot-headedness, and you, with a similar temper and a venomous tongue. your arguments, especially the big ones, always ended up ugly. no matter how many times he held you, kissed your tears away, and apologized and vice versa, it never failed to send you crying or him walking out. 

and you don't even know why you both keep coming back to each other. giving each other chances like tomorrow will be any different. 

"i fucking hate you. i fucking hate this!" 

this was new. krauser's brows narrow together in a scowl. despite the hurl of insults you've thrown at each other, you never . . .  you never said that to him.

did you really mean that? did he really lose you this time?

you jabbed a finger on his muscular chest. "i'm fucking tired of you. i'm sick of you being so fucking angry all the time and so fucking possessive and so—!" you only just realized what you said when you saw the hurt look on krauser's face. why did he look so . . . sad? it made your heart sink in your stomach. "say that again," you begin to take a few steps back as krauser's hulking frame loomed over you like an impending doom. 

" j , jack, i—,"

your back hits the cold wall, and a pair of muscular arms cage you in place. you couldn't mutter another word when he suddenly threw your body over his shoulder. "hey!" you groaned. 

a hand slapped your clothed rear, before the both of your figures disappeared into the darkness of your bedroom. 

⟡

"say it again, i fucking dare you!"

you pretty much drooled all over the bed as krauser's big, strong hand held your head down. it made breathing more difficult, movement more restricted, but he was successful in shutting you up—which was probably krauser's goal. each slam of his cock was harder than the last, and your poor body can't keep up with krauser's rough treatment.

"you're jus' a big fuckin' brat." he growled, emphasizing each word with a harsh thrust, pinning your wrists behind you. his grip was bruising. crushing, even. and very, very angry.  "need'a—oh . . . —fuck some manners into you, clearly." your moans are muffled, and you hear an amused chuckle from behind you; and without warning, he yanks your hair and forced your body to a difficult arch. . you were so beautiful in krauser's eyes.

"y'got somethin' to say, bitch?" the timbre of his hoarse voice is enough to send shivers down your spine; and of course, his pace was more merciless, more . . . . inhumane. how you were still able to form sentences—if you could call it that—you didn't know. "h, haateyouuu!" you grunt out in one breath. "no you don't, baby." both your scalp and body finds relief as he released you. if he hadn't held your hips in place, you would have collapsed on the bed. 

there's a lot of shifting behind you that you don't see, up until he forces you to flip and lay on your back. once again, you're met with that stupid shit-eating grin on his handsome, scarred face. before you can even utter an insult, you feel him deep in your fucking guts. 

he's amused at your stupefied expression—wide, gorgeous eyes with tears beading at the ends of each strand of lash. your face alone could have sent him into an orgasm, but the fun can’t end so quickly, especially when he wasn't done proving his point.  “fuck, baby. you’re so—hnngg—wet,” with that, his rough pounding resumes; the bed creaking with every reckless thrusts he gives you. 

"oh, fuck!" you cried out, instinctively reaching out to wrap your arms around him—except, it ends up having both of your wrists pinned above your head. it's quick, and you don't even register it until you realize you had nothing to scratch on. "l , let me g- oh—♡! y, you fucking prick!" "stop fucking talking, you fucking brat!" spiteful is he, his pounding picking up pace and force. it made you dizzy. made your brain mush. made you moan for him louder; and as soon as he sees that pretty tongue lull out, krauser naturally has to spit into it. and you, well, naturally swallow it. 

the way you whimpered for him, how your body was so vulnerable for him, and only for him, and so submissive under his mercy . . . it triggers something animalistic in krauser. something primal. 

he feels the cold trail of drool drip from the side of his lip, and just as you thought he couldn't fuck into you harder, he was. his tip's literally pressing into your cervix. "you're g , gonna break me—♡!" krauser keeps rutting into you like a starved beast, the pleasure so fucking addicting. 

"gonna—," his words are interrupted by low growls and heavy breathing. "gonna fucking ruin you. you're mine," your pussy shouldn't reflexively clamp down on him, but it fucking does, and he loves it. "take it back."

you blink.

. . . huh?

"i didn't —god, fucking stutter. take it back!" "i don't — ahnnn— hate you!" krauser shakes his head. "no, no. t , that's not enough," you squealed when his thumb rolls over your clit. "say you love me," the added sensation makes you scream. "say you fucking love me, please," krauser whined, and you didn't know you liked that until . . now. 

"quit fucking around, Y/N!" he impatiently snarled, grabbing your thighs and pushing it to its limit; 'till your ankles were beside your ears. "w , wait—oh fuuuuck—♡!" stars fill your vision as soon as his cock slams back into you. "say you love me, c'moooon, don't be fucking stubborn," 

how could you say it, when each slam of his hips drew out nothing but fucked out whimpers from you? "i love you," yet, he fucked you like he hated you. and you despised the way it made your cunt flutter as it promises both you and him an orgasm. 

"yeah? you like that? i love you," as if your folded position wasn't difficult enough, him leaning down to capture your lips just makes you even more breathless. but you kiss him back. your lips yearn for him like air, and the best you could reciprocate it was a mere glide of your wet muscle; to which krauser didn't really mind. 

"i love you—! fucking love you, love f , fucking you." he says, thrusts frantic and relentless. "love , , l , love—," you pant, nails sinking into his forearms. "i love . .  fuck, fuuuuuck— i love you too—," you've never heard krauser whine that loud, but he does, sloppily thrusting into you as his orgasm takes over; cumming the hardest he's ever been.

"come on, baby. cum for me," he whimpered, face contorting in overstimulated bliss as he continued his thrusts. seeing him this needy and desperate to make you feel good made your stomach flutter.  "i love you," he whispered, placing kisses on your temple, on your forehead, anywhere his lips could reach.

"s , soooo fucking much,"

the way the tip grazes again and again and fucking again on your most sensitive. deepest parts makes you squeal, makes you wail. only he could reduce you to this whimpering mess. "'m close, baby. right there. don't stop—♡!" 

ragged breaths and feral grunts turn into high-pitched whining, krauser's cock aching from pleasure. too much pleasure. but his hips won't stop moving, can't stop driving himself deeper into you. "love you—love youuu," you babbled mindlessly, completely forgetting whatever grievance you held for him, and vice versa. his cock aches. throbs. the sensitivity should be too much, but his hips keep slamming into you.

and judging how he doesn't look any less tired . . . you were in for a long, long night.

CARLOS OLIVEIRA .ᐟ

carlos pretty much worships the ground you walk on. he thinks you're the best thing that has happened to him, and my god, this man will spoil you rotten. the moment his eyes laid upon your gorgeous face, he knew he didn't want to live in cold, cruel, Y/N-less world. after your second date, he's made up his mind. he will marry you, in due time. 

for now, he can settle with the domestic life of living together, doing your groceries together, cleaning the house to your favourite songs and slow dancing mid-vacuum.

"hey babe?"

"yeah?"

he switches the vacuum off, the shiny foil atop your night table catching carlos's eye. if he's not mistaken, this was your birth control. upon a closer look, it seemed . . . untouched. was this an old batch? did you forget? he looks over at you, putting away your clothes in the closet. 

"babe, it's your birth control pills!" he exclaimed, brows narrowing with concern. "have you been taking them?" it was only when you've finished up your chore did you turn to your boyfriend, looking at your pills, and then at his face. "those are my contraceptives, yes . . and no, why?" the lack of worry in your voice calms carlos a bit, blinking at your nonchalance. "but, babe—," "wait, i haven't told you yet?" your laughter mixes with your words. "told me what?"

you took it upon yourself to close the remaining distance between the both of you, cradling his face with your warm hands. "carlos,"—you reached over for your medication and put them aside. "i've stopped taking birth control, baby. since like, two weeks ago. i thought i told you, but i must've forgotten . . . " 

there's so many thoughts running in his head. thinkin' how gorgeous you'd be during your wedding day. when you're finally pregnant and bearing his child. how he'd be calling you his wife and not his girlfriend anymore. how he'd be a husband to you, and a father . . 

"—earth to carlos. hellooo?" 

"what?"

he blinked, realizing you were waving a hand in front of his face. "you said something about wanting to start a family some day . . it doesn't have to be now, but if it happens, then . . " you shrugged. 

what do you mean it doesn't have to be now?

it has to be now. 

⟡

he has to plunge his cock balls deep in you now. even if his previous creampies were already leaking out from your pretty hole. he needed to breed you over and over again now. he reveled in the sight of you; with your hair sticking to your skin from how much you were sweating, how your tits bounced with every thrust forward with his hips, how your lips were hanging agape from pure bliss . . you are so, so pretty in his eyes. prettier when you're thoroughly fucked and bred.

carlos could only groan, feeling your cunt twitch around his cock. he kept watching you writhe, kept watching you squirm beneath him because he just fucked you so good—but the squelch reverberating from beneath you catches his attention. hazel eyes begin to trail down your body, down to your pretty cunt where you were the messiest. slick smeared to wherever it could, and your poor clit was puffy from how many times he's ran a thumb over it . . .  but that didn't seem to stop him from doing so for the nth time. just to see your legs quiver, to see your eyes roll back to the pits of your skull.

"carlooos—♡," you whined, hips bucking against the sensation. "'m here, mama. jus' let it out," he mumbled in his pussydrunk stupor. seeing how you couldn't even mutter his name properly did things to carlos—fueling his lust was one of them; his grip on the back of your knees become tighter—and the slamming of his hips was more brutal, trying to fuck his cum back in you like he wasn't already doing that for the past hour. 

"ah! ahn—you're so rough!" you whimpered, and carlos only lets out a dry chuckle. "h-haah . . i-i have to be. or else you—," his words are abruptly interrupted by a loud groan as he forces his cock as deep as he could, just for emphasis. "you . . won't be knocked up," he whined, balls twitching as it ached to cum into your womb again. "c'mon, mama. get pregnant. fuuuuck, jesus christ—," 

he could feel himself drooling as he ruts into you desperately. "c'mere, cariño," you went from having your knees pressed to your chest to being completely folded in half. his face is buried in your neck, and his hands—no—his arms have moved to cradle your head, his chest taking over for him as your legs rest nicely on his shoulders. his tongue is all over your flesh, lazily lapping up your neck and sweat. the new position has him fucking deeper—literally. feels like his tip was gonna force itself up in your poor cervix. it was suffocating, but. but you craved it. you yearned for it. 

you needed it.

his hips were clearly hurting and fatigued, because every brutal slam down into you would result to him grunting and whining. his tongue's cold against your neck, spanish words whispered against it while he busied himself pounding away at your pretty, creamy pussy. nothing was stopping him from breeding you, from stuffing you full, not even the pain that pooled both in his hips and your thighs.  

"your pussy’s so goooood, fuck . . love you, i love you. dios .  . dios mio, no puedo dejar de follarte. quiero d , dejarte embarazada, mi amor." you couldn't understand his mindless spanish babbling—not with the sounds of his balls slapping against your ass echoing in the room. "wh , what . . ?" "shh, baby." —it's followed by more spanish muttering that you can't follow. not that there was anythin' going on in that pretty head of yours. 

[ god . .  oh my god . . i can't stop fucking you. i want to get you pregnant, my love. ]

there was nothing going on in his head, either. just the thoughts of you knocked up—everyone would know you belonged to him, that he fucked you, that you made him a father—it only fueled the never ending lust that he had no strength to resist. "oh my fucking god, baby, fuuuck!" his face scrunches up as he speeds up, and you didn't even know that was fucking possible. your eyes widened, the knot in your stomach tightening and tightening 'til it snapped; your orgasm spraying all over yourself and him as you screamed. "so messy, h-haah, f, fuck!" "carlos, m, my cunt—!" you could no longer find the words to say to him, stars filling your vision. you swore you were going to pass out. 

your cunt was sensitive, obviously, but carlos was beyond overstimulated—it hurts—his cock hurts after cumming and cumming and cumming in you, but the way your creamy walls hugged his cock was enough compensation. he won't stop. can't bring himself to stop. because everytime his cock slid back into you, your pathetic cunt only squirts in small fountains, dragging out your orgasm and only allowing him to slide in and out of you easily.  "gonna cum. 'm cumming," his whines grew sharper, getting higher and higher as his orgasm neared. his hold around your head tightened, and you could only bite and lick at the skin of his chest as his frame practically eclipsed over your frame.

"Y/N—god. 'm cumming. gonna breed you. gonna—g, gonna get you pregnant! dios mio, Tu coño se siente genial—," stuffing your fucking cunt to the fullest, he cried out your name as he came; this was the hardest he's cummed, experiencing heaven as he sloppily rode out his orgasm with shallow, sloppy thrusts. he greedily wanted more, but god, he's sure he can't cum anymore after this. he's not even sure if he can lift his hips to pull out his veiny, girthy cock out of your dripping pussy. 

you're barely conscious—so close to passing out when you feel a hand on your cheek, fingers worriedly tapping you awake. "baby?" his voice echoed in your ears, and you opened your heavy lids, vision adjusting to the sight of him. "come back to me," he whispered, peppering your face with sweet kisses. "carlos." you chuckled weakly. you only just realized that you did pass out, because you don't remember carlos putting down your legs or covering you both with your comforter. "i got worried." carlos lays beside you, pulling you beside him. "slept good?" he teases, and you only grumbled. you feel his stubble graze your brow as he placed a kiss on your forehead. "did i get too carried away?" "you don't say," you both chuckled. "'m sleepy," you mutter, wrapping an arm around him. and the only response you got from him? a light snore. you can't help but laugh to yourself. 

end.

A/N: such a wild prompt TT but i hope you enjoyed! thank you to my beta reader, @lafox-chan for proofreading and helping me!

and here's a blooper while we were working on it!

[zer0pm]

Omg love this!! This is the Luis content that we need 🙏 ❤️ 🥵 🎶

Karaoke Night

Luis Serra x female reader

Requested by: @jessy-the-martian-girl

Hi. How about some karaoke with Luis? This thought just doesn't let me go since that video with his voice lines 🤭

Warnings: No spoilers for RE 4 Remake. Fluff.

I love this idea! And yes, Luis' voice lines are something else, haha. And I beg that you all forgive me for the song choice but I couldn't pass up the opportunity.

Thank you and please enjoy.

It was no secret that Luis loved the sound of his own voice. Anyone who knows the man for a mere five minutes can learn that quite easily. He always had something to say, ranging from some interesting fun-fact to a witty comment on something they passed by, or even just some random thought that popped in his head that he simply had to share.

The music poured from speakers scattered about the club, filling the air with a sense of excitement and life. Crowds of people dancing on the dance floor, losing themselves to the flow of the music and alcohol served at the bar. Luis had insisted that they visited this place, promising them all a fun time and a way to "bond evermore as friends", as he put it. Ashley was more than happy to join, though Leon was a little more reluctant, he did join in the end.

Shuffling through the crowd, Luis made his way over to their table, carrying their drinks and making sure nothing spilled. That bright smile on his face since the minute they got here and had yet to leave.

"Here we go. One J20 for the young senorita. A whiskey on the rocks for my good Sancho Panza. And a fruit cider for my cariño." He smiled, handing out the drinks in their order before setting his own down and plopping beside [Name].

"Thank you, Luis." She smiled, leaning and pressing a sweet kiss on his cheek then took a sip of her drink, humming at the sweet taste. Leon already taking a swing of his drink while Ashley took the moment to pour her drink into a glass. Moments like this made a comforting warmth fill [Name]. Something so mundane and simple as hanging out with friends at a club was something taken for granted by some. But not by her. She savoured moments like this, ensuring that everyone felt included and was having fun.

The man sitting on the barstool on the stage took a bit of a bow before walking off, having just finished his song for karaoke night. Ashley and Luis had made a joke about Leon getting on stage and singing, only to be shot down by that hard look Leon often wore, but they only laughed about it. It was an open night so anyone was allowed to step up and offer entertainment to the crowd.

[Name] leaned against Luis' side, nuzzling against him as his arm draped around her waist, holding her close. Though, before she could get too comfortable, he pardoned himself to stand up.

"I'll be right back. I need to get something important done." He quickly kissed her lips before disappearing into the crowd.

"Probably forgot something in the car or something." [Name] hummed and sat back. "So, Ashley, how are you doing with that repor-" Her words were cut off by a microphone activating, indicating another person being ready to sing. Looking over, her eyes widened lightly at the sight of Luis on stage, adjusting the microphone to his desired height.

"Oh God." Leon softly mumbled, knowing that whatever was about to happen was going to be bad then took a longer swing of his alcohol. [Name] couldn't help but smile lightly, knowing he was going to put his heart and more into whatever he's going to sing. Luis loved an audience and never failed to deliver.

"Está bien, I want to dedicate this song to a very special lady in my life. She knows who she is." He smiled, his smoke grey eyes locking onto [Name] among the crowd with ease, the rest of the crowd didn't matter to him, only her.

A rhythm began to spill from the speakers around him and he took a quick puff of his cigarette before taking hold of the microphone.

"Sexy, hot, I love your style girl, Put it on me. Brian and Tony Gold let the ladies know, They got it goin' on, Uh, Shaggy."

His voice was smooth and strong, the tone in perfect rhythm with the music and its beat. Though his eyes remained on her as he sung, further proving that this song was for her and her alone.

"Hey sexy lady, I like your flow, Your body's bangin', out of control, You put it on me, Ceiling to floor, Only you can make me, scream and beg for more."

Heat began to crawl up her neck, spreading to her cheeks at Luis' singing, a reaction that made him smile more knowing he was getting to her. All those times they flirted with each other, called one another a teasing name, and their intimate moments together came flooding her mind, pushing her blush to deepen more.

"Her body's callin', bawlin', Got me crawlin' up the wall and, My size ain't small, it's tall, And catch here comes her clothes be fallin'."

Others began to sing along with Luis, trying to at least, but his voice cut through them all, the only voice [Name] cared to hear. In truth, she was half expecting him to jump off the stage and make her dance in front of everyone. Oh, how she hoped he wouldn't. Ashley sat beside her, nudging her lightly with a little giggle while Leon softly groaned, running his hands over his face a bit.

"Her neighbor's callin bawlin', All this noise is so appallin', They must believe we're brawlin', Headboards bang 'til early mornin',"

A twinge of embarrassment flickered at the memory of that one time they did get a complaint from the neighbours, mostly from them believing something awful had happened given the "loud banging and begs and pleas" they heard. Something that Luis was ever so proud of but also insisted that half of the credit belonged to [Name], as she wasn't the only one screaming that night.

Luis wrapped up the song after the music began to fade before taking a dramatic bow and hopping off the stage, strutting over to their table and smiling at his lover. [Name]'s face buried in her hands, her face hot to the touch and redder than the leather seats they were sitting on.

"That was fun. I don't think I did too bad." He took his drink and chugged it, his throat a bit dry from that performance. [Name] turned to him, grabbed his jacket and kissed him deeply, something he eagerly returned.

"Want the neighbours to complain again?" He purred, giving a little wink.

"Save your voice for once. You'll need it later, love."

[xxresi-rotxx]

i just need leon x f!reader angst where he goes off on reader🙏🏽🙏🏽

I’m always down for an angsty prompt! I feel like there are so few of them (or I’m garbage at finding them lmao) either way, enjoy😘😘

I was going to have Leon absolutely scream at the reader but wasn’t sure how harsh to go so I made this pretty mild😅I left it open incase you crave a harsher part 2🫢😏

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Leon didn’t want you on this mission. He advocated against it. But did the President listen? Of course not.

“I’ll feel better knowing you aren’t alone out there Leon.”

Would the President really feel better if he had known he’d basically just given Leon another person to worry about?

Leon had worked with you in the past, chatted occasionally when he saw you. You were a great field agent and one hell of a shot; but Leon couldn’t deny the way his stomach would flip every time he saw you.

This mission was supposed to be in & out. Find Ashley, bring her home. So why the fuck does it seem like every ghost of his past is coming to haunt him? The ties Luis has to Umbrella, Ada’s interference, the death that haunted him everywhere he went; it was exhausting. Maybe it was the exhaustion or the way he kept jeopardizing Ashley to make sure you were okay that had him yelling at you right now, but regardless of what it was he couldn’t stop.

“Ashley, give us a moment.” Leon grit out before opening the door of the cabin and walking out, waiting for you to follow him.

You followed, utterly confused at what had crawled up his ass and had him so upset.

“Leon what-”

“Are you truly that stupid?” The harshness of his tone and the way he spat the words at you had you frozen. Out of all of the agents you worked with, Leon was always the nicest. The only one you didn’t look down on you for being a female agent.

“Well?” He continued, waiting for some comment on your behalf.

“I-I,” you couldn’t even figure out what to say “what are you talking about?”

“The President insisted you come along, no matter how many times I argued against it, and all you’ve fucking done is made this 100 times harder.”

His eye contact was unwavering and you hated how small it made you feel. It didn’t help that he towered over your figure physically either.

“What have I made harder? I’ve done nothing but help you and Ash-”

Leon’s laugh cut you off; it was laced with venom.

“Bullshit y/n. Ashley is our priority or did you forget?”

Was he referring to earlier? When you saved Luis?

“Are you seriously yelling at me for saving a life?”

You were starting to get angry, this wasn’t the Leon you had heard all about from everyone in the agency.

“He would have made it just fine, there was no reason for you to risk all of our lives for some dick.” He spat.

Your face flushed between a mix of anger and a mix of hurt. You were used to comments like this from the other douchebags who didn’t like you simply because you were a better agent, but not from Leon.

“You don’t honestly think-” he cut you off again.

“Why did you want to come on this fucking mission, huh?”

‘To work with you’ the thought died on your tongue before you actually answered.

“I’ve had to save you more than I’ve had to save Ashley, what did you want to just make my life this much harder? Prove yourself, is that it?”

He was just like everyone else, your heart ached at the thought. You had been so excited to work with Leon, to see his tactics up close, to help him.

“Fuck y/n are you even listening?!” He got closer to you now, suffocating the space around you. His eyes trained on yours.

“I’m not trying to prove anything.” You barely got the words out, realizing your voice was so low he probably didn’t even hear it.

Leon scoffed, turning away from you and running his hands through his hair.

“You could have been killed.” He spoke.

You almost didn’t hear him, his voice eerily quiet.

“What?” You questioned, so confused by his mood swings.

“YOU COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED” he screamed back at you, before pulling a gun from his hip and shoving it into your stomach.

“Do me a fucking favor okay? Protect yourself before you try to protect others.”

Leon couldn’t figure out how to voice his concern for you. His emotions coming at him in waves he couldn’t control. He was furious you kept risking yourself for others, furious you were even in this hell hole. He was amazed every time you shot someone he didn’t even notice, truly awed that you kept such a positive mentality, but his strongest emotion right now was fear. Fear you wouldn’t make it out, fear he would be forced to save Ashley over you.

None of this made it’s way across to you. Instead you felt like a burden, like another agent just in the way. The man you looked up to was no better than everyone else, and you suddenly found yourself tongue tied. Your eyes beginning to water.

You took the gun he shoved at you, and slid it into the waistband of your pants. You refused to meet his eye contact now.

Your lack of eye contact didn’t go unnoticed, but Leon was too frustrated to care. He pushed past you back into the cabin, not bothering to hold the door for you.

There was no doubt in your mind Ashley heard everything. She probably thought you were a burden now as well. Could this mission get any worse?

[charlesslut16]

BAE I NEED PART TWO FOR “ONLY HIM” 🩷🩷

-him only-

summary : charles punishes you for going to your ex's party...

PAIRING : charles leclerc x fem!reader

WARNINGS : 18+, NSFW; smut, badly translated french, curse words, dirty talk, daddy kink, p in v, oral (female receiving), degrading, sub/dom, fingering,possessive!boyfriend, rough sex, slight aftercare, spanking, unprotected sex (be safe!)

note : i hope you like it! It took very long as i didn't have any motivation but now here it is. Send in more requests, my loves!

masterlist / the first part 

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Charles walked behind you with a slick smirk on his face. He loved how obedient you were for him. As you knew what was coming when you came home.

Your punishment would be very long. Charles knew that you had only gone to your ex's party to get him angry, but you still needed to be punished. You are his girl, no one elses.

You both sat in the car, charles started the motor while you looked out of the window, thinking about all the ways that he would punish you. His hand laid on your thigh, squeezing from time to time.

The moment you walked through the door of your apartment, he had you pressed against the door, his lips attacking your neck and his hands grabbed your hips roughly.

“Allez dans notre chambre, déshabillez-vous et un avertissement de mon côté, ne vous touchez pas.” Charles growled against the shell of your ear, tore away from you, tapped your ass, to get you moving.  Go into our bedroom, get undressed and a warning from my side, don't touch yourself.

You went into your room and, well, didn't do as you were told. Half of your clothes were on the floor, the other half on your body, And you started to touch yourself. You needed to release some heat, even if charles will be mad.

A loud moan came out of your mouth, which made sure that charles heard you, and he did. Charles barged into the room, grabbed your wrist to stop you from rubbing your clit, and glared at you.

“What do you think you are doing, slut?” 

“Touching.”

“And what did I tell you that you could not do?”

“Touch.”

Charles nodded at your answer and slowly removed your bra and panties, so you were stripped bare for him. After he undressed himself, while you watched him, until he was in nothing but boxers.

“Now what am I going to do with you? You want to cum that bad, huh? Bad enough that you'd disobey me and go to your ex's party?” 

All of a sudden, his fingers are inside you, curling against your walls and making you wetter by the second. You gripped his wrist, but he only grabbed both your hands, pinned them above your head. 

He pumped harder, faster, and your stomach started to tighten. You moved your hips against his hand, but the moment you did, he stopped and waited for you to settle down. 

Your boyfriend continued to finger you, and you started to clench around his big fingers. He pulled away, licked his fingers, and watched you squirm in the bed. 

“Nous allons voir combien de fois je peux te border avant que tu ne coules le long de tes magnifiques cuisses. Et j’espère que vous vous souviendrez de ne plus jamais aller à la fête de votre ex. Tu es à moi maintenant, plus à lui.” We are going to see how many times I can edge you before you're dripping down your gorgeous thighs. And hopefully you will remember to not go to your ex's party ever again. You are mine now, not his anymore.

His thumb was on your clit, moving fast. You're squirmed, wanting to cum but being too afraid to. charles pulled away again and stared at how wet your sex was for him. Only him.

He dipped a long, big finger into your sex and then pulled out, sucking your juices off. You try to wiggle your small wrists out of his hold, but his grip was too firm. 

Somehow he managed to ram three fingers into you, charles smirked down at you as he pumped them hard and fast and reveled in the sweet sound of your drenched pussy. 

Charles leaned forward and sucked on your neck and your chest, leaving bruises that would be hard to cover in the morning. His mouth enveloped one of your breasts and his tongue circled your nipple before he bit, hard. 

Your body jolted and Charles stopped moving his fingers, waiting for your hips to stop moving. Frustrated, you didn't stop. You worked your hips in a way that moved charles long fingers. 

“Vous voulez vous en sortir si mal?”  You want to get off that badly?

Your boyfriend slammed his fingers into you roughly. One by one, he slowly removed his fingers, licking them clean. By now you were dripping down your thighs and ready to suck, blow and fuck to get your release. 

“Answer me!” 

“Yes. Please. Please, make me cum.” You're beyond the point of enduring. “I should have followed your rules. I'm sorry, daddy.” 

“Yes, you should have, baby.” 

“Do you need it?” 

“Yes,” you said. Anything to have his hands on you. 

“Are you sure?” His fingers were playing with your lower lips and your breath was catching. 

“Yes, daddy.” 

“Good, daddy'll give you what you want. Over and over and over again until you have learned your lesson. And to not go to another man without me.”  

His long fingers plunged into you, deeper than ever before. He rammed them into you, taking you fast and hard. Your eyes were wide, as his words slowly sank in. 

Before you could protest, you had climaxed for the first time tonight, your back arched, your pussy dripped and your mouth formed the shape of an 'o'. Charles moved on to your clit, rubbing fast without any mercy. 

You hadn't even come down from your first orgasm yet, and your stomach was already tightening, ready to release again. You came hard, your whole body shook, and your clit was swollen and sensitive, charles didn't stop rubbing. 

He kept moving his thumb in a circular motion, making you come for a third time. His mouth moved to your sex, licking up your juices, before he plunged his tongue deep. 

He held your hips down with both his hands, let go of your wrists. You used your free hands to try to push his head away, but he ignored you, continuing to devour you.

“daddy, no. I'm too sensitive.” Even as you say this, a moan escaped your lips when he hit your spot. After a few strokes from his tongue, you came undone, gripped his hair and screamed his name loud enough to wake the neighbors. 

In your bout of ecstasy, you barely felt him flip you over, so you were sitting on his face. Here, he had better access to move where ever he wanted inside you. It was also a total turn on to look down on him licking at your pussy. 

Your legs were shaking, and you could barely hold yourself upright as he worked you towards a fifth orgasm that you were not sure your body could take. 

You gripped the white headboard and moved your hips against your boyfriend's mouth, hoping that this would be the last one… well, maybe the second to last. 

You couldn't support yourself when you came again, and charles had to hold you up, so you wouldn't fall over. He licked you clean before lifting you off of him. 

He stared down at your tired body, glistening in sweat, before leaning in close to your ear. 

“Your lesson isn't over yet, mon amour. Get on your hands and knees. It's Daddy's turn now.” 

Your arms shook as you positioned yourself. You felt charles caress your ass before he delivered a hard smack. His tip was rubbing against your entrance, and you didn't know if you could take him for a sixth time. 

You sighed, shivered and moaned as he entered you. Charles may be dominant, possessive and a little scary in bed, but he always made sure you were comfortable before he took you. Hard. 

Charles slammed into you, destroying your wet and swollen pussy for a sixth and final time. You gripped the silk sheets beneath you and tried to stay upright, wanting to please him.

He leaned forward and nipped your skin, every once in a while he bit hard, leaving evident marks on your skin. He smacked your ass again and picked up the speed. 

He was close. You were close too, and every time he smacked your ass with his big veiny hands, you got a little closer to your climax. Charles suddenly pulled out of you and flipped you onto your back.

Your boyfriend slipped back into you and picking up the pace. His lips connected with yours for the first time tonight, and they were hungry. You could taste yourself on him, and you welcome the flavor of your juices on your tongue. 

You tightened around Charles before coming undone. You writhed and squirmed and shook, milking him with your spasms. He rode out both your highs and stood up to get a towel to clean you both up. 

He gathered your spent body in his arms and chuckled. 

“So, has Daddy's little princess learned her lesson?”

You only nodded, too tired to even respond anymore. Even tho you loved his dominant and possessive side, you wouldn't do it again. The happy and gentle charles made you happier than anything.

“Je t’aime mon petit haricot, mais tu dois compère que tu ne me désobéis pas et que tu n’iras plus jamais vers un autre homme sans moi. Tu es à moi. Ma fille. Seulement le mien.“ I love you my little bean, but you need to understand that you don't disobey me and that you do not go to any other man without me ever again. You're mine. My girl. Only mine.

“Je t’aime, sharl” You whispered lightly, not even fully understanding what he said. Nuzzling your head into his chest, you feel asleep as you smell his cologne in.

[crsssie]

from one admirer to another : boiled?

pairing: leon kennedy x reader || masterpost: from one admirer to another

synopsis: from one admirer to another, an online penpal service, allows for two people with common interests to write to each other without ever revealing their actual address! Luckily for both you and Leon, you get matched up! What do eggs and Christmas even have in common anyway? sure hope it's that modeling business and NOT that Ada Wong addiction.

featuring: reader as scrambled eggs // leon as christmas

Dear scrambled eggs,

My letter's going to be shorter than usual today. Sorry in advance.

Sesame bun sounds adorable. I like the little artist rendition graced upon my letter haha. Little cutie. She sounds like the sweetest little thing, but I can't imagine the house being pitch black and hearing something meow at you from the abyss. Though, I'm sure that isn't much of a problem in Raccoon. The district that you live in sounds like it's downtown.

Tell you about my friends... well, I entered the agency at the same time as Claire (Chris' sister, also another rising model) and we did a bunch of shoots together at first. We bonded over our love for bikes at first, and then through her, I met Chris and then Jill. I wouldn't say we're super close, but we're friends. (I hope)

I don't have anything to send to you, but I did manage to snag an invitation to the runway show coming up from all Raccoon city models. It's an annual thing, and everyone signed under the Raccoon city companies walk. I'm one of the first walkers this time around, so I really hope you can come watch.

Please? Christmas

Everything passes in a blur.

Leon is dressed and decorated, makeup perfect on his skin as he hangs around the backstage of the event while everyone files in. Three changes of clothes, most of which are sponsored by upper brands. He hasn't gotten a brand deal yet, but there have been people reaching out already.

"You alright?"

"Just the usual nerves." Leon sighs.

"Never gets old." Jill sighs. "Claire?"

"I think I'll be fine. I'm in the latter half with Chris, so at least I'll be walking with someone I know."

"You're allowed to have fun this walk too." Jill nods. "Find a partner to do the final walk with when all the investors are gone."

"You have someone?" Leon raises a brow. Claire's obviously going to run out with Chris.

"Carlos."

"Ah, right." Leon mumbles. "In the corner of his eye, he catches you, and he excuses himself with a stumble. God, being in love is crazy.

"... so I threw a fit at her manager because WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN'T WALK WITH HER?!"

"Sorry, princesa. I'd walk with you, but my contract states I've got to be alone on all walks. Gotta keep up the ladies' man thing."

"God, I hope Ada's manager burns in hell. I'll be her manager or something. What do you mean you need her to walk with Wesker even when it's just the normal models? Piece of sh—"

"Mind walking with me, then?"

Leon's voice makes you jolt, stumbling as Luis steadies you.

"You scared me." You sigh, nodding at Luis as he smiles. "What?"

"Walk with me?"

"You're not bound under contract to walk alone?"

"Not at the end. They didn't push the bachelor title onto me. I joined after they stopped that."

"Great! Let's run out together at the end." You give him a thumbs up.

"Problem solved?"

"Nice doing, sancho." Luis winks, and Leon ignores it, nodding at you before rushing to his position.

"Did they agree?" Claire raises a brow knowingly, and Leon groans.

"Yeah."

Leon forgets how his walk went. He knows he did a good job from the look of the investors and his agent, but that's about it. Even when he goes for a second and third walk out in different clothes, everything is muscle memory and not conscious. All he can think of is running out with you at the end. Was it a little bit childish of him? Maybe, but he would be walking with you.

He's never been so glad male-female relationships are so normalized in his company.

"Ready?"

"Yeah." You tug at the clothes given to you for the final walk, adjusting Leon's to match as they call out the pairings. People walked alone, but it was a little sad to walk alone unless you were given the title of bachelor.

"How big are your steps? We need to match pacing, no?"

Leon meets eyes with Ada before she's out with Wesker, and he swallows at her side-eye. She doesn't like him all that much, he thinks.

"Don't worry about her." You laugh, patting his bicep. "She's just angry she can't walk with me."

"No, that was definitely a warning to stay away from you."

You tap your chin. "Maybe. But that's only because she cares about me. Don't worry, she doesn't hate you."

"Leon Kennedy!"

"Let's go." He offers you his hand, and you mock a bow, letting him tug and spin you around the runway. For extra drama, he dips you at the very end of the runway to earn a laugh from you, letting the two of you waterfall to the sides as everyone else files to the front for a selfie.

America's sweetheart, Ashley Graham, ends up at the very front of the crew, taking the .5 as she manages to get everyone in the photo, numbers and photos sent to each other as Ashley goes around asking who wants it.

Leon steps up, nodding. "Thank you."

"Of course! Leon, was it? I think I joined a little after you."

"Yeah. Am I that recognizable?"

"More or less. You don't exactly have a face that blends in."

"I suppose." Leon thanks her as the photo is sent to his, and the rest of his friends file over for the photo too.

Oh, he should take the chance to— where did you go?

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[moderninfatuation]

Hello!

I am looking to improve my writing / creative thinking by writing x reader imagines and headcanons for the characters I like! I might also be interested in writing shorts if you provide a prompt that catches my attention. Other than that, I will reblog various fanworks that i find cool and that inspire me!

I want this blog to be male and/or gender neutral reader focused, which is why i wont be taking requests for female readers :(

Minors interacting with my nsfw posts will be blocked.

If youre interested, you can read below the cut for more details:

I will do...

- romantic, platonic or family dynamics/relations

- trans headcanons, otherwise queer headcanons

- both sfw and nsfw, various kinks included

- readerxcanon

... but I won't do...

- extreme kinks; I will generally reserve the right to deny a request if it includes a fetish/sexual scenario i dont want to write about

- incest and/or harmful paraphilia

- yandere reader/character and associated themes (kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, torture etc.)

... and i am currently writing for the following fandoms and characters:

RESIDENT EVIL:

- Ethan Winters

- Leon Kennedy

- Luis Serra

- Rebecca Chambers

- Albert Wesker

- Carlos Oliveira

- Ashley Graham

- Ingrid Hunnigan

SILENT HILL:

- Harry Mason

- James Sunderland

- Maria (SH2)

- Pyramid Head

LIKE A DRAGON / YAKUZA:

If you do want to make a request, please include some details such as readers gender/pronouns, setting/scenario and character it includes - the more the better :) thank you for reading!

- pretty much every noteworthy male character from y0 to y7 (including Ishin!), ask for the girls :) im including the judgement series in this as well.

My writing depicts my own interpretation of the characters - I cant promise a 100% accurate portrayal, but I will do my best to keep it somewhat faithful

[thewritersaddictions]

Day Twelve: Luis Serra + Elf

This year was Luis's turn to pick your Halloween costumes. He had yet to tell you what he had chosen for the both of you, but that mischievous grin really gave him all away.

Your friends were hosting a Halloween party in just a few days. Luis being in charge was never a good idea. Without worrying about it, Luis would do what he was thinking. If that meant he was searching the web for a couple's outfit for the party, and when he did find what he was looking for, he paid without a single blink as the change left his bank account. Luis had even paid for a faster delivery.

The next afternoon, there was a knock on your apartment door. Your brows furrowed together, but you were knocked to the floor when your boyfriend slid down the hardwood floor in his socks to get to the door first. "What the hell, Luis?" You groaned as you got yourself up from the floor.

Luis turned quickly with two boxes in his arms and kicked the door shut. He dropped the packages onto the kitchen table and walked over to you. "Oh amor, I didn't mean… I'm sorry. I'm just excited about this Halloween party." Your boyfriend says. He looks down at you like a puppy, just who's been yelled at for chewing.

You reach for his hand, and he helps you up from the floor. The two of you are silent as Luis doesn't release your hand. Rubbing his thumb gently over your knuckles.

"So, do you plan to show me the outfits you got us?" You ask him, a brow arched up. He rolls his eyes and drags you towards the boxes on the kitchen table.

"You'll need to close those beautiful eyes for me." He tells you. "You aren't going to prank me or something, right?" You ask him, and he shakes his head. "No, mi amor, I just want to have you be surprised." He promises you.

You sit down and close your eyes as you hear him shuffle off to get the kitchen scissors. You hear the tear of tape and the cardboard. More shuffling happens after a few moments. "Open your eyes, yeah," Luis says, thick accent. Still a little freaked out, you're slow to open your eyes.

Yet when you do finally get your eyes on the outfit that Luis is holding up in his hand, you cock your head to the side. I do not really understand what the outfit is supposed to be. "Oh, come on, princesa. You know this one for sure." Luis says with a smile on his face. "I don't… these are supposed to be couples outfits, Luis." You say, looking up at him.

"Really, you don't get it; maybe I should bring the other one out," Luis mutters mostly to himself. So he rips into that box, caring not about the possible resistance from the tape. He pulls out another outfit. "We're going as elves." Luis sounds rather excited about his choice, but still, you're lost.

"You said you liked that elf movie. So I thought we could go as elves, and I know you like Christmas a little… a bit more than Halloween." Luis's thought towards you warms your heart, even if you have to wear that horrible outfit. "Do you like it, mi amor?" Luis asks, you sounding shy. Awaiting your answer. "I'll wear it, baby. I like it, but I'll wear it because I love Christmas much more than Halloween." "It's because of the thought?" You hum at his words.

Completed on: 11/22/23

Posted on: 12/12/23

RE4-

Resident Evil Master List // Resident Evil 4 Master List //Christmas Stories Master List

[aliorsboxostuff]

MALE!READER WRITING REQUESTS OPEN!

Come check out my works bellow!

I've seen how devastatingly little male!reader fics are in my big fandoms, and as a gay man i feel like i should provide us with said fics! Which is why I'm opening my ask box for any and all male!readers and gn!readers requests! (Including anon requests!)

RULES:

I WON'T ACCEPT FEMALE!READER FICS REQUESTS. I’m a trans-masc genderfluid, so male!Readers or gn!Readers are the ones that I usually write and am comfortable with. It’s hard looking for male!reader fics, especially in female-dominated fandoms, that's why I'm opening requests for any and all sad and touch-starved dudes out there! If these don't fit your preferences then you are free to leave, and if you're a female user/reader entering my blog, I hope you remain respectful about the fics I write or get requests for, thank you.

NOTE: I NEVER USE ANY FORM OF Y/N IN MY FICS. Please be aware that i write based on my current fixations. Fixations may vary in how much i want to write them so i’ll be ranking from the MOST interested to the LEAST interested but will write. Please be patient in waiting for your fics as i, sadly, have IRL work to worry about too! 

What i will write:

male!reader

gender-neutral reader

Ftm! Reader

Smut 

Platonic or Romantic relationships

Kid!reader (ONLY platonic-parental relationships)

angst

fluff

comfort

headcanons

nsfw alphabets

drabbles

Series

Age gap (CHARACTERS MUST BE OVER THE AGE OF 19)

What I Won't write:

female!reader

underage characters (anyone under 17)

necrophilia

real people

pedophilia

Omorashi

age play

rape/non-con

incest

offensive/harmful things

THE CHARACTER LIST!

Current immediate fixation:

HOUSE MD (Up to s2)

Gregory House 

James Wilson

Robert Chase

Lisa Cuddy

PEDRO PASCAL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE

Ezra (prospect)

Joel Miller

Javi Gutierrez

Javier Peña

Frankie Morales

Whiskey (Kingsman)

MORTAL KOMBAT 1

Johnny Cage

Kenshi Takahashi

Tomas Vrbada

Syzoth

HONKAI STAR RAIL

Boothill

Welt

Sampo

Gallagher

Dr. Ratio

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Satoru Gojo

Nanami Kento

Higuruma Hiromi

Ryoumen Sukuna

Yuuji Itadori (Fluff)

Toge Inumaki (Fluff)

Less interested (but will write) Fixations:

TOP GUN 86’ & TOP GUN: MAVERICK

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

COD MODERN WARFARE II

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

John 'Soap' Mactavish

König

DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN

Connor (RK800)

Nines (RK900)

HONORABLE MENTIONS

Chris Knight (Real Genius)

Hannibal (NBC)

The Corinthian (Netflix Sandman)

Leon S. Kennedy (RE4 Remake)

Luis Serra (RE4 Remake)

Understand that these are all works of fiction; I am perfectly fine with writing for topics including mafias, mobs, murder, organized crime, war, mental illness, abuse, etc.; but please do not romanticize them in any way. Reading it is fine; please don't romanticize them in your head.

If any of this provided information may seem confusing or have any questions, feel free to drop a DM and I will explain further! I will try to post fic requests as regularly and as fast as I can!

For refrence, these are fics i've written and uploaded to my AO3!

Steven Grant/Male Reader fluff

XMEN Family Pride Fic

Steven Grant/Male Reader Smut #1

Steven Grant/Male Reader Smut #2

Deadpool/Male Reader Fluff Confession

Deadpool/Ftm Reader Smut

Robert 'Bob' Floyd/Male Reader Fluff

Robert 'Bob' Floyd/Male Reader sunshine x grumpy

Tangerine/Male Reader Fluff/Angst Mature

Tangerine/Male Reader Mature

Tangerine/Male Reader (Escort Fic) Mature

Tangerine/NB Reader Teen&Up

Tangerine/Gender-Fluid Reader (Coming out fic)

Francisco "Catfish" Morales/Husband Reader

Joel Miller/Ftm Reader & Ellie Fluff

Joel Miller & Kid Reader

Joel Miller/Ftm Reader & Tess Fluff a bit Angst

Miguel O'hara/Male Reader Fluff

Miguel O'hara/Male Reader Spicy Fluff

Miguel O'hara/Male&GN Reader Spicy Fluff

Miguel O'hara/Male&GN Reader Fluff slight Angst

Din Djarin/Boyfriend Reader Smut

And the Short Fics/Drabbles on Tumblr!

Pulse (Tangerine/M!reader)

Deep Dive (Namor/M!reader)

Hold Tight (Tangerine/gn Reader)

Ner Mesh'la (Din Djarin/Male Reader)

Trinkets (Kurt Wagner/Gender-fluid Reader)

"Anythin' you wanna be." (Hobie Brown & Ftm Reader)

Little Nap! (Meows Morales Drabble)

Anyone that starts an argument about me writing exclusively for men and gender neutrals alike will get a very passive-aggressive and sarcastic reply to your request. There is an abundance of female!readers fics and writers who provide them; I am just here for people that takes a whole day searching for good male!reader fics. IF you do start an unnecessary rant about my fics or my writing preferences at a given moment; I’ve been in fandom spaces for the last 7 years of my life and run on pure manic adrenaline, I will throw hands. 

Without further ado, REBLOG TO TELL ALL DUDES! I OPEN MY FLOOD GATES! WELCOME ALL MALE!READER REQUESTS!

[chansfavouritechild]

Straykids 9th member

Word count: 0,346K

pairing: skz x 9th member f!reader

warnings: /

Genre: /

Summary: Sorry that it’s so late but yeah. I just want to interduce Sarang with everything you should know ;)

Name : Jeon Sarang      

Age : 20

Birthday: 6 okt 2003

Nicknames :Chans fav child, baby bread, sarangshyyyy, Nonna 

Stage name :Sarang            

Close friends: Keeho, San, Yeonjun, Junho,Jessi, Yuna,jyho,Jimin, Jessi,

Groups she chills with: TXT, enhypen, BTS, p1hamroni, ATEEZ

Hobby’s: Drawing, cook, boxing, designing, makeup 

Scandal: dissing stay, punching jyp, tattoos 

What stay love from her : Her live streams “safe zone” 

Position in the group :Center, Main Rapper, lead vocal, sub dancer, makne

 Family: Big brother Jeon Junkook (BTS) got adopted with only 7

Character: Sassy, comfort, light heart, caring, fearless, jealous, overreacting 

Birth Ort : Germany 

Favorite food: Everything that Lee know cooks for her and ramen+cake

Safe place: Bang Chan she calls him channi or hyung or for fun 오빠(oppa)

Best friends from stray kids : The ultimate gossip duo, sarang and hyunjin

Meme: I am back b!tches   

Group: Sarang is the 9th and only female member of stray kids 

Skzoo: Cat named kyoya

Instagram's username : Sarang:)

Wins: First mixed group, most talented, VMA, MAMA, the best song 2019     Best female idol                

Crush : Stay think it is bangchan because she cuddles with him kinda different 

Most shipped : Bangchan 

Looks:Black long hair, more feminine, tall, colored, dark eyes, stylish                           

Entertainment : Jyp entertainment 

Best Solo Song: Want to know me ?

Best collab: CardiB→ Why?

Dream Job:  Actor (Lee junho)

Trainee Period:2 years 

Age of debuted: Only 10 years old

Cash: 6Mio more than Chan because of the modeling 

Modeling for: Sub Versace but mainly Luis Vuitton 

Usual debut with:  Itzy, but didn’t because she good kicked out and choose SKZ

Ideal type : Someone masculine, can rely on, body, face;(, tall, romantic 

How much is she biased :  23,853 most biased member

Pet: a cat named cookie 

More cute or hot: Sarang act I front of the camera shy and innocent, but she is very sassy

 Vibe: Nightcore, tomboy, badass

bye

love you

[extranenas]

introduction & navigation

hiiii!!! my name is liz🫶🫶 im a mexican american writer who lives in the good ol’ state of texas (👴🏻👴🏻) a instrument player and history lover alongside a passion of film and such😭 im a teenager (rlly dont wanna disclose my age here for personal reasons) and im js here to write and not much else😭 dont need to get TOOOO personal on here

im negl i been writing since like 2020 on wattpad and one time on tumblr in like 2021💀 my most popular fic was a joao felix x reader on wattpad called days go faster in winter and idk why i never finished it😭😭 BUT ANYWAYS heres what i write and shi

this talks abt what i write for and what i do and dont do or tolerate so like… yknow click down below🙏🙏

soccer

i write for pablo gavi, joao felix, lionel messi, cristiano ronaldo, kylian mbappe, luka modric, memo ochoa, kai havertz, carlos acevedo, sergios ramos, and more (i forgot💀)

gravity falls

only really for stanley and stanford pines- the rest i dont really feel i should write about cause… they young💀💀

dcu

i write for batman, superman, booster gold (my man my man😍😍) wonder woman, green lantern, tim drake, dick grayson, jason todd, john constantine, blue beetle, starfire, zatanna zatara

extra

micheal jackson, micheal j fox, keanu reeves, jon bon jovi, cillian murphy, luis miguel, (lowkey anyone yall ask tbh😭😭) but honestly yall i write abt anything or anyone js ask and ill TRYYYY my best to do it cus… i be bored🙈🙈

what i DO write: fluff, angst, headcannons, some nsfw but not hardcore, somewhat dark, horror, anything. female/gender neutral reader (ill try my best for my boys frl but im not THAT good at it)

what i DONT write: noncon/dubcon, pdf file shi (p diddy stuff im ok😭) proshipping, *ncest (cus wtf???) stepcest too cus… no…😭

what i DONT tolerate: racism, homophobia, sexism, misogyny, and any type of hate. criticism is allowed but straight up hate isnt and if yall aint got no common sense gtfo of here cus i dont play around wit that shi

in all honesty im super lenient on what i do here and all i ask is js nice people and shi🙏🙏 also rlly tryna work on my formatting (lowkey too lazy to do all of the hashtags negl) and everything lmao😭😭 anyways REQUESTTTT🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

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[urfavbooblover]

☆ Resident evil 4 Masterlist

•You can always leave a request for these characters•

Ada Wong:

- Successful mission (xfemale/non-male reader

- I want you (xfemale/non-male reader)

- Letter with lipstick (x female reader)

Leon Kennedy:

- nothing yet

Ashley Graham:

- nothing yet

Luis Serra:

- nothing yet

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If you’re interested in any other character from Resident Evil 4 you can leave a request

[lordk022]

The seducer's of the little Italy !

Avertissement : Contenu +18, personnage X Female-reader, propos grossier, relation sexuel, jeux de séduction.

Synopsis : Tu est une touriste qui visite la Canada, tu te rend dans un quartier nommé «  Little Italy » .

Tu marchait dans les rues de la petite Italie, sous la chaleur du mois de Juillet. Une légère brise glissait sur tes chevilles dévoilé, alors que tu te diriger vers une grande rue pleine de terrasses de restaurants. Tu sentit ton ventre crier famine, il faut dire qu'il était 12H46 et que tu visiter ce magnifique petit quartier depuis plus de deux heures.

Ton attention se porta sur une odeur forte de pizza et tu vis deux pizzeria à t'a droite, instinctivement, tu te rendit dans la pizzeria nommé « chez Luigi », puis tu t'installa à la table du fond.

Tu entendait les rires, à la fois des clients mais aussi du personnel en cuisine qui rigolait et chanté

tout semble si paisible ici... pensai-tu, le sourire aux lèvres. Soudain une voix masculine, parlant en italien vient te sortir de t'a rêverie.

« Buongiorno Signora ! » Tu releva la tête pour voir un beau jeune homme aux yeux bleu et aux cheveux brun, svelte un tablier autour de la taille. Quel charme... pensai-tu.

« Bonjour... Hm... j'aimerais une pizza. »

Il te regarda de ses beaux yeux, examinant ton visage, il se mit à rire doucement, et penchât la tête sur le coté.

« Vous êtes dans une pizzeria demoiselle, votre choix ne me surprend pas. Mais, avant de vous l'apporter, j'aimerais vous donner un conseil, permettez moi de vous changez de table. Il y a une table libre sur la terrasse se serait dommage de ne pas profiter d'une si belle journée. »

« Oui je n'y avais pas pensé, merci » dis-tu l'air toujours troublé, tu te leva de t'as chaise et l'observa se diriger lentement vers les cuisines ou il commença à préparer t'as pizza. Tu ne put t'empêcher de continuer à l'observer, et au bout de presque une minute tu réussi a décrocher ton regard du bel homme pour rejoindre la terrasse et prendre place à l'une des tables libre.

Il apparut une pizza chaude à la main.

« Voilà pour vous mademoiselle ! Je ne vous ait jamais vu ici, vous êtes nouvelle ? »

« Non je suis en vacance. »

Il se rapprocha de toi, la main droite posé sur le dossier de la chaise libre en face de toi.

« Et puis-je connaître votre prénom Signora... ? »

Tu te mit à rougir.

« Y/N, et toi comment tu t'appelle ? »

« Léo » répondit-il.

« La pizza est très bonne Léo merci. »

Il rit et s'installa avec vous.

« Il ne t'attendent pas en cuisine, je ne veux pas t'empêcher de travailler. »

« Oh non ne t'en fais pas, je travaille ici avec ma famille, je peux prendre mon après midi, mes parents arrive à se débrouiller. »

Vous discutiez comme ça pendant une heure peut-êtres deux heures, discutant de vos vie, de vos envies, de votre travail... Plus vous discutiez, et plus tu tomber sous son charme. Son parfum t'enivrait, ses yeux devenez de plus en plus beau à chaque fois que tu croisait son regard, tu sentit une chaleur monté en toi tandis que Léo se rapprochait de toi. Il était si proche de toi maintenant, tu respirait fort.

« Tu veux venir chez moi ? » Demanda Léo.

« Heu... Oui ça me plairait bien. »

« Super ! Je pourrais te faire goûter à ma sauce tomate basilic maison ! »

Il monta sur sa moto et te tendit un casque, t'invitant à monter derrière lui.

Une fois arrivé à son appartement, tu observa son salon, en prenant place sur le sofa. Tu sentit ton corps tremblant de désir, Léo est si sexy, si doux...

Il déboutonna deux ou trois boutons supérieur de sa chemise, dévoilant d'avantage son corps, il restait debout te fixant un sourire de défi accrocher aux lèvres.

« Alors Y/N, tu n'a pas trop chaud » il se rapprochait de toi, d'une démarche élégante.

« Si, d'ailleurs j'aimerais bien me rinçait un peu le visage, ou est la salle de bain ? »

« Dans ma chambre, la porte à droite. »

Tu te levait et remarqua que Léo te suivait tranquillement.

Arrivait dans la salle de bain, tu te passais de l'eau froide sur le visage mais sentait toujours une chaleur brûlante entre t'es cuisses, tu te retournais vers Léo qui était debout près de son lit.

« Tu permet que je me mette à l'aise Y/N » dit-il, tandis qu'il commençait à déboutonner doucement sa chemise. Il enleva sa chemise et il ne restait plus que son T-shirt vert kaki où l'on pouvait voir des auréoles de transpiration. Tu t'approchât de lui.

« Vient ma belle, met toi à l'aise »

Tu t'assois sur son lit, à ses côtes tandis qu'il commençait à t'embrasser, sa langue léchât t'es fines lèvres pour demander l'accès à t'as bouche et tu lui en donna l'autorisation.

Sa main caressa t'es cuisses, et un frisson parcourut tout ton corps, tel une décharge électrique.

Il rompit le baiser, pour se mettre à genoux devant toi, baissant t'as culotte il se mit à léchait t'as chatte humide de toute cette excitation.

« Hmmm ! »

« Tu aime bien Y/N ? »

« Oui surtout ne t'arrête pas ! »

Il continua, passe sa langue de haut en bas, et quelque fois, il introduisait sa langue dans t'as chatte.

Tu gémissait de plaisir, t'es yeux fermé, au bord de la jouissance il s'arrête, et se relève face à toi.

« Tu aimerais me faire plaisir à ton tour, ma douce ?

« Oui bien sûr Léo. »

Il baissa son pantalon, puis son caleçon, laissant apparaître sa bite épaisse et poilu, une petite goutte de liquide pré-éjaculatoire au bout de sa longueur dur.

Tu commençait par sucer le bout de sa queue, le stimulant avec le bout de t'as langue.

« Oh putain, que c'est bon ! Continu. »

Tu continu, faisant des va et vient avec t'as bouche et léchant le dessous de sa bite. Il te redressa.

«  Passons à l'étape supérieur ma joli. »

Tu t'étendit sur le lit, et il vient entre t'es jambe, ses mains caressait t'es seins, puis il te pénétra doucement, tu gémis fort à l'intrusion de sa bite en toi, et il posa un baiser sur t'es lèvres.

« T'as chatte est si chaude, Y/N ! je pourrais la baisé toute la nuit ! »

Il fit des vas et viens un peu plus rapide, léchant désormais t'es seins.

Il est si parfait, il si prend comme un Dieu, un autres pourra-t-il me faire ressentir la même chose que lui...

« Plus fort Léo, Plus fort... Encore ! » Tu te mit à le supplier et au vu de son expression ça lui à plus.

« Comme tu veux ma belle, tu es si intense, t'as chatte est si humide, je la sens se serrer autour de ma bite de plus en plus fort... J'aime tellement ça ! »

« Oh ! Je... Vais... »

« Oui moi aussi ma douce, ne t'inquiète pas. »

Léo joui à l'intérieure de t'as chatte tandis que tu gémit encore plus fort, ton orgasme était tellement fort, l'un des meilleur de t'as vie, un moment inoubliable.

Tandis que Léo partit se laver dans la salle de bain, une pensée te traversa l'esprit. Ce mec est tellement parfait, pourquoi faut-il que je parte est qu'il habite aussi loin de chez moi...