#re luis sera

[barenecessiteas]

I would just like to say that I'm very sad this shot of Luis didn't make it into the game because I so badly wanna imagine sitting in this man's lap, resting my head against his chest, and playing with his hair 👉👈

[multi-fandom-imagine]

[ ANCHOR ]: in a moment where stress and anxiety are running high, the sender tries to ground the receiver by gently guiding them into a hug, resting their foreheads together to steady them.

A/n: I warned you that this was coming 😂.

This wasn’t supposed to happen, it was supposed to be a fun vacation. Something to help take away from the stress of your job.

But of course not, when does anything ever go right and that tour group just had to check out this village and now you were running for your life. Scared out of your mind, tears streaming down your face. Though you were grateful to run into more people.

Leon, he seemed to be a good man. A bit quiet, you could tell that he has seen somethings, things you knew that he’d never tell you and of course you couldn’t forget about Ashley, she was nothing like what you read or seen on tv, she was easy to talk too and of course you couldn’t forget Luis.

From the way the man walked you knew he was a player but once he opened his mouth, well he was the type of man that your mother warned you about.

Yet you found yourself growing close to him, found yourself nearly melting at his honeyed words and sweet smiles.

Luis wasn’t sure what to expect when Leon found you and of course he’s going to set his sites on you, how could he not and the more he flirted with you h the more he had gotten to know you he found that he enjoyed being around you so when Leon and Ashley got separated from you both part of him couldn’t help but feel a little bit giddy apart from almost dying every thing worked out pretty okay.

Until he looked of at you, you were on your knees, nails digging into the dirt as your chest heaved. He finally noticed tears streaming down your face. “H-He…that thing just bit him in half…it…that wasn’t even…what was that?!”

Frowning, Luis glanced around then fell to his knees as he took you in his arms. His arms wrapping around your shivering frame, hugging your close he could feel your tears staining his shirt and at the moment he didn’t care. He just wanted to make sure that you felt safe.

Resting his forehead against your own, he felt your breath start to even out. His thumbs brushing your tears away from your cheeks. “It’s alright princesa, I’m here. I promise you that I will keep you safe.”

Feeling your cheeks grow warm, you did your nails into his shirt. A small smile growing on your face as you then buried yourself into his chest.

“Thank you.”

[ppeachmugen]

he's just sleeping and it's not blood, it's jam

[barenecessiteas]

YEEEEEESSSSSSS WE GOT ANOTHER ONE

*stumbling and crashing from outside thr door in the distance, almost like running which is getting louder, then the door bursting open*

Luis content you say?! Yes please! :D

Hmm, have you seen the nsfw and sfw alphabet posts? That could be a good starting point for getting into writing, as they're like questions for the character you're writing for

If you know of them could we get as many you're comfortable writing for Luis please?

If you're not sure answer this advising so and I'll find them and post them in a question to you :)

I’m so glad you requested this because I completely forgot about the sfw and nsfw alphabet! I’ll make them separate posts since just the nsfw alphabet turned out a lot longer than I thought 🥲 Thank you so much for requesting this and I hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: NSFW, literally so much

Luis Serra x fem!Reader | nsfw alphabet

Nsfw alphabet:

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex.)

Aftercare is a big deal to Luis.

He wants you to feel as comfortable as possible, so he does everything he can to make it that way.

He will immediately start to clean you up once you’re finished.

Will literally do anything you ask.

Wether it’s cuddling you until you fall asleep, making you something to eat, or even running you a hot bath, he’ll do it.

Anything to make sure you feel good afterwards.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s.)

It’s no doubt that Luis is quite fond of his appearance, and it was definitely no surprise to find out his favorite part about his incredible good looks is his hair.

(I get that’s not really a body part but idc)

I mean, just look at it.

You can tell he really takes good care of it, and if you had hair that soft and shiny it would probably be your favorite part of your body too.

As for you, he loves every part of you so much, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t have a favorite part of your body.

Luis’ favorite part about you is your eyes and your breasts.

He loves looking into your eyes whenever he can get the chance, they’re so full of love and wonder and care for him. He loves it.

And he definitely loves fondling your boobs as much as he can, they’re just so soft and warm.

He loves pressing gentle kisses to them too.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically.)

Oh boy, where do I even start?

This man will do anything and everything to make you cum.

Fingering you until you’re gushing all over him, eating you out until you’re cumming in his mouth, and fucking you relentlessly until you both reach your high.

Made you cum 28 times straight once just from fingering you.

He loves when you’re cumming all over his fingers while moaning his name, it’s like heaven for him.

D = Dirty secret (A dirty secret of theirs.)

A dirty secret of Luis’ is he loves whenever you ride his cock.

Not really much of a secret as it is just plain obvious.

He submits so easily when you’re on top.

It feels like such a win once you’ve made him beg for it.

“P-please corazón, I need you to ride me, please..”

Luis begging is a sight you rarely get to see, so you soak it in a stretch it out for as long as possible.

“Mmm, I don’t know Luis.. you haven’t exactly been a good boy today..”

Was literally whimpering and melting in your hands when you finally rode him.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

If there’s one thing this man is good at, it’s fucking you.

You already knew he was experienced, but Jesus did he have to be this good?

Knows every right spot to hit to get you to moaning and whimpering.

He is definitely experienced when it comes to sex, and he’ll let you know it.

F = Favorite position (This goes without saying.)

His favorite position is any position where he can see your beautiful face.

He wants to see the way your facial expressions contort in pleasure while he looks into your beautiful eyes.

Will make sure you look at him while you’re cumming.

Loves kissing you as much as possible.

Of course he loves other positions, but any one where he can look at you and kiss you is definitely his go to.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are the humorous?)

It definitely depends on his mood.

On a normal day he’s making jokes every now and then to get you both giggling and laughing while he’s fucking you.

On a day where he’s stressed out and needs to blow off some steam, he’s not as goofy anymore.

Will still smile and try to make you laugh, but is definitely more focused on fucking your brains out.

He loves to make you laugh during sex, especially since it’s supposed to be as much fun as it is supposed to be pleasurable.

It’s safe to say that he’s usually pretty goofy when he does the deed.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Definitely hairy but still pretty well trimmed.

Not really much to say except that he’s pretty hairy and doesn’t really care to do too much about it.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Romantic as he possibly could be.

On top of all of the goofy jokes he makes, he’s complimenting you and making sure you feel safe and loved.

Was in a trance the very first time he saw you completely naked.

“Ay, mi amor, you’re so beautiful, just like an angel..”

Soft intimate kisses all over your body.

He wants to make sure every single part of you feels loved and cared for.

J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

Tries not to masturbate too much seeing he’d rather just wait to make love to you.

Absolutely loves it when you jack him off, however.

Moaning your name and squeezing his eyes shut while your soft hand is pumping his hard dick.

Only really masturbates if he’s on a work trip and misses you.

Phone sex is a must while he’s away.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Luis has a praise kink for sure.

Hearing any words of praise fall off your tongue just gets him fucking going.

Loves to hear how good he’s doing and how much of a good boy he’s been.

“Mmm Luis, you’ve been so good for me, I love you so much~ a-ah! Such a good boy, aren’t you? Yes you are.~”

Hearing such praises come from you while you’re still moaning and whining is like a reward for him.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do.)

Luis only likes to have sex anywhere that’s at home.

Make it be the bed, couch, or even over his office desk.

He thinks sex should be comfortable and pleasurable, so the thought of doing it somewhere that could possibly be embarrassing doesn’t really thrill him all that much.

The bed is definitely his go to place.

He can get you in all sorts of positions and still have you be at least somewhat comfortable.

Also loves that he can easily wrap you up in a blanket and cuddle you to sleep without having to get up once you’re all finished and cleaned up.

M = motivation (What turns them on, gets them going.)

Luis can easily get turned on by you many different ways, but his absolute favorite way that you get him in the mood is when you start getting really flirty and touchy with him.

You’ll start off by checking him out throughout the day, start making more and more comments about how handsome or sexy he looks today, and by dinner you’ve completely wrapped him around your finger and he’s got his hands all over you.

It’s always comments like “You look soo good in that button down, babe.” or “Have I ever told you how sexy you look with your hair up?” that really gets him going.

One time you made a comment about how hot he looks after he gets out the shower and he fucked you for a whole hour straight.

This sorta goes back to his praise kink, compliments and flirtatious remarks made by you can get him going really quick.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs.)

A big no no for Luis is degration.

He wants you to feel like a queen when he makes love to you, so anything that involves the opposite is a huge turn off.

He would also never spank or choke you.

He wants you to feel happy and safe while you’re both having sex.

Once you asked him to choke you while he was fucking you and he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.

“Wouldn’t that hurt, mi vida?”

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) (I was excited for this one 😩)

Oh gosh, this man will eat your pussy out like he’s starving and you’re the last thing he’ll ever get to eat, let alone taste.

Delving his tongue between your folds and deep into your pussy while you run your fingers through his soft hair and squeeze your thighs around his face is his favorite thing ever.

The first time he ate you out was euphoric, and he’s only gotten better at it since then.

Loves to tease you before diving in and tasting you.

Soft kisses on your thighs that leaves you breathless while he chuckles at how needy you are.

“Mm you’re so fucking needy today baby..I’ll be sure to make it extra enjoyable then, okay? Dios te amo jodidamente mucho.”

When he gets really into it he lifts your legs up over his shoulders and shoves his face as close as he can into your pussy.

His nose bumping on your clit repeatedly only helps you reach your climax faster.

Loses it when you finally cum all over his face.

Swallows every drop of your sweet nectar.

Kisses all over your pussy until you’re ready to have him fuck you stupid.

Will eat you out anywhere, as long as you’re moaning his name with a shaky breath, he’s happy.

Ate you out on the kitchen counter once while you were waiting for your food to be done cooking. The burnt chicken you were eating later for dinner was all worth it.

He loves getting head as much as he loves giving it.

Having you suck on his cock while he throws his head back and bucks his hips up into your mouth drives him crazy in the best way.

The way you can take him in all at once is just the hottest thing ever.

It’s even better once you start moaning and fondling his balls. The vibrations sends a pleasurable shock up his spine and he swears he doesn’t know how he hasn’t cum yet.

When he does actually cum, he loves it when you can swallow all of it.

“Yes, yes! Take it all in baby girl, ay Dios mío!”

Needless to say he loves doing 69 with you.

P = Pace (Are the fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)

This also heavily depends on his mood.

Normally he's rough and fast, but in the mornings when he's tired he fucks you so slowly and lovingly.

Morning sex might just be your favorite thing ever.

So many gentle kisses and soft praises falling from his lips, and he swears you look like an angle in the morning sunlight.

Morning sex normally has you laying on your back while he burrows his face into your shoulder with your arms wrapping around his neck, pressing soft kisses on his cheek and on his ear while he’s still busy fucking you.

After you finish he cleans you up and makes you breakfast in bed.

Spends the rest of the morning complimenting how gorgeous you look.

“You’re so pretty in the sun, mi ángel.”

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t like quickies to say the least.

He wants to make sure there’s enough time to take care of you and properly make love to you, he can’t do that with a quickie.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Although Luis is an absolute sucker for just plain, good sex, he’s always down to experiment with you.

His favorite thing you’ve done together was bondage.

He was very hesitant at first, being he didn’t want to hurt you, but after you both got very into and saw how much you loved it, he loved it.

Having your arms tied up to the head board while he pumped in and out of you really got him going.

The way your were squirming under him while he fucked your guts made you both so fucking horny.

He’s pretty much willing to try whatever with you, as long as you’re both enjoying it and having a good time.

S = Stamina (How many rounds do they go for? How long do they last?)

How many rounds he can last depends on how horny he’s been.

If he’s been wanting to have sex with you for a while but can’t find a chance, expect the next time you do have sex to last for at least a couple hours.

Especially when he gets back from long trips.

He was gone for a week long work trip one time and when you two finally got some alone time upon his arrival, he fucked you for three and a half hours straight.

Though, a normal night of sex usually consists of one or two rounds.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Luis loves to use your vibrator on you, though it’s never that often.

He keeps it in your closet so it’s usually forgotten, but every now and then he’ll find it again and just has to use it on you as soon as possible.

He just loves to see the way you whimper and squirm under the toy’s vibrations on your sore puffy clit.

Makes sure to finger you so your pretty little hole doesn’t feel too lonely.

He also loves fucking you with a butt plug in your ass, it’s perfect for the days you feel really horny and need just a little something more to spice things up.

Has never really thought to use them on himself before but maybe one day he’ll give it a go.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease.)

Luis can be such a fucking tease in bed it’s unreal.

From teasing you with his words to teasing your pussy.

Edging you just to see how long he can drive you up the wall for before you’re begging for his cock.

Says things like “Don’t cum until I tell you to.” and “Can you try to last a little bit longer for me princesa? Please? Just for me?”

It’s always such a reward when he finally lets you cum.

He praises you so much, and his words of encouragement only make you so much more ready for his dick.

“Cum for me, amor. That’s it, you’re doing so good. Such a good girl. Una chica tan buena.”

He is always such a tease and you love it.

V = Volume (How loud are they, what sounds they make.)

How loud Luis can get usually counts on if he’s the bottom or the top for that night.

When he’s on top he’s breathing heavy, trying to not get to loud because he wants to listen to the beautiful sounds you’re currently making right under him.

Muttering curse words and compliments every now and again letting you know he’s enjoying it just as much as you.

“Ah fuck, yes you feel so good around me, mi vida.”

“You’re doing so good mi amor, I love you so much- fuck!”

“Oh joder! Dios you feel so good princesa.”

It’s no doubt either that this man is whimpering and whining when you’re the one on top of him.

W = Wild card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice.)

Luis LOVES shower sex.

There’s something so sweet to him about making love to you in the shower under the warm running water and then helping you wash your hair when you’re done.

He also loves helping you bathe.

Being able to hold you from behind while you’re in the bath together kissing you on your back and taking in the sweet scent of your shampoo gives him such a warm feeling in his heart.

Definitely lights candles around the bath for you.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants.)

Luis being the confident and cunning man that he is, it’s no surprise that he’s a little bit above average size.

Somewhere around 7.5 inches?

Veiny and curves. What else can I say other than this man has a nice dick.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive.)

Luis’ sex drive runs off of how good of a week he’s had.

If he’s having a good week you’ll probably end up having sex every night, and maybe in the mornings too if he’s extra giddy.

If he’s having a bad week don’t expect too much sex.

He’ll definitely want to fuck you to blow off some steam but can’t bring himself to do it when he’s too stressed out. He just doesn’t want to end up accidentally going overboard.

Instead, he’ll probably just end up eating you out or let you give him head to relieve some stress.

Lucky for you, he doesn’t seem to have too many bad weeks, so this man’s sex drive is pretty high.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep after sex.)

Being the gentleman that he is, Luis is never too quick to fall asleep after sex.

He needs to make sure he has time to clean you up and care for all your needs first before he can even consider going to sleep.

Once you’re all taken care of and ready to cuddle, he wraps you both up in the covers and sleeps like a baby.

You both usually fall asleep in nothing but your underwear.

He loves when you lay on his chest too, the feeling of your bare chests pressed together gives him butterflies in his stomach.

You’re both so warm it’s hard not to immediately fall asleep once you’re both comfortable.

He will absolutely sleep like a rock if you play with his hair too.

Basically, this man is a king at sex and you’re his queen.

◌⑅⃝●♡⋆♡𝓮𝓷𝓭 ♡⋆♡●⑅⃝◌

I hope this wasn’t too bad for my first nsfw fic! I apologize for any mistranslations or mistakes, thank you for the request and I hope you request again soon!

Byeee!!! (>Uo)/

[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!

[0booboozefool0]

Watched my friend go through the whole game and now i’m mentally ill

[kayummii]

ada wong let’s kiss passionately

[alvivaarts]

Fish Squish featuring a blep In a weird way, I think Luis gives him cuteness aggression. It really does take all of Leon not to bite him- poor squishy soft human thing.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

ASK BOX - Got questions for or about the Resident Mers? Ask here! Mersona Commission Page

[coffeebrownn]

HI GUYS SHOP IS OPEN IN MY KO-FI, PLEASE CHECK IT OUT!! REBLOG AND SHARE ARE REALLY APPRECIATED!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!

[dark-star-exe]

Luis hits you with a pipe asmr (turn on sound)

i finished this last night and realized that tumblr deserves to see my creation

[nihapiyas]

He eated raw fish.

[barenecessiteas]

So I'm probably thinking WAY too much into this, but I have a theory about Luis now that we know a little more about his backstory....

RE4MAKE Spoilers Under the Cut

So we know that, according to files and journals found in the village, Luis' mother died right after giving birth to him, and he was raised by his maternal grandfather. Then eventually his grandfather is bit by an infected wolf, starts acting weird, and then his family home is set on fire with his grandfather dying in the flames.

Do you guys think that *maybe* one of the reasons behind the playboy persona is because of his past trauma? Like he hates being alone and longs to connect with people, but at the same time he's terrified of getting too close in case they get taken away from him again?

It could totally just be how he is, and he was always gonna be ladies' man, but I definitely imagine that losing the little family he had didn't help.

Also thinking about all this now makes some of his last words, "I led a pretty shitty life", hit a whole lot harder ;-;

[wisecrackingeric-2]

☆ Soooutheeern niiiiiights,, have you eeeeveerr heard of soooutheeernn niiiiiights,,,, ☆

I love using the trans flag colours in my art <<33

[bear-vi]

Give us a push, Sancho!

[trans-luis-serra-navarro]

I wonder sometimes if Luis giving himself the title Don Quixote was self-deprecating in some way. Like SURELY he knew that the book itself was a satire on the genre of knighthood and chivalry, SURELY he picked up on the fact that Alonso was ridiculed at best and his quests were seen as foolish and delusions of grandeur right?? Did he he use the title of Don Quixote as a form of self-mockery and as a way to shield his self-loathing and guilt from the world with the facade of a confident knight???? Or did he throw himself into the interpretation of the book he fell in love with as a little boy, and clung onto the hope that maybe, MAYBE, his time would be different, that this time his journey WOULDN’T end in him as the fool again, that his dreams of a better and kinder world weren’t for nothing and that Don Quixote and Sancho Panza always made it out in the end??

Or did he know, regardless of his own feelings towards the character and the text, that it’d end in tragedy either way. Cuz surely, he knew he wasn’t gonna make it out of Valdelobos alive, no matter how badly he wanted to, no matter how much he fought tooth and nail to get out and right his wrongs for a better world. Maybe he took solace in the tragedy that was Alonso Quixana’s life and took on the role as a way of accepting his fate; that he’d meet an early death in the same village he grew up in, in the same place his Grandfather died in. Maybe that’s why he was so adamant on calling Leon his ‘Sancho’-

Cuz he knew Sancho would make it out alive, and Don Quixote wouldn’t. Maybe that’s why he was so adamant on having Leon be his Sancho. Cuz he knew, in the end, it was Sancho who saved Princess Dulcinea. It was Sancho who stayed by Alonso’s side right to the very end, and got to live his own happily ever after. Or, maybe, Luis was just hoping that Leon would provide the same comfort and security that Sancho did for Alonso- seeing past his delusions and mistakes for the man he truly is deep down inside. Even if it meant dying for him.

[barenecessiteas]

PLEASE I BEG SOMEONE TO DRAW LUIS IN THAT ROBE 😭

Guess who got dragged kicking and screaming into this ship I’m lying I took one look over here and hurled myself into the Serennedy pit and I have @hamartia-grander to thank for that