#krauser x f!reader

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

Honey, I’m just getting started

Note: it was requested by one of my friends. I hope you’ll enjoy it 😊;

Pair: Jack Krauser x F!Reader;

Plot: Krauser and the reader are long-lost lovers. After his accident, he left her because he was afraid of being a burden, only to reunite in the village during the events of RE4. The first thing they do is have sex lol.

Tags: smut;

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“Major Krauser…” a moan escaped through your lips as soon as Jack pinned you to a wall. He handled you in a brutal way, not because he wanted to cause you pain, but because it was just the result of all that suppressed sexual tension that’s been building since he first saw you. It’s safe to mention that you two had a thing going on while he was in the US army, but after his accident, he disappeared from your life. However, maybe it was fate or just a coincidence that you happened to meet him again during your mission. You heard rumors, but you didn't believe them until you saw him with your own eyes. The circumstances didn’t allow you two to talk, let alone touch, but he was a persistent guy who followed you from up close without your knowledge. 

You were in Luis’ lab when you heard the door being opened. The slow and long creak of the door drew your attention. You pulled your gun from the hostler and aimed at the source of the noise, ready to pull the trigger at a familiar frame emerging from the dark.

“Ease up, baby doll.” Krauser spoke with his hands up. The light slowly illuminated his face, exposing his rough features. Still, he gave you butterflies just like the first day you met. 

Of course, you didn’t have time to react, as he quickly walked towards you, pinning you to the wall as his hands began to explore your body. The height difference made you feel suffocated in that confined space, yet it was the first time you felt safe since you arrived in this village. Krauser yearned for your body, and that showed when you felt his hot breath at the crook of your neck. He didn’t know what to do first: kiss you, taste you, or bend you over and fuck your brains out. His hands were chaotic on your body too, yet he was very cautious and gentle. It’s been a long time, and despite having a hard time controlling his impulses, he doesn’t want to scare you. To show him that you want to continue, you tilted your head, giving him the space he desperately needed. Once he got a hint of your natural scent, he quickly pressed his soft lips on your skin, placing gentle kisses along your sore flesh. This made you gasp and grab his shoulder for support. 

“Straight to the point.” You teased him, giggling at the ticklish sensation that his lisp caused. 

“You know me, it’s what I do.” His kisses were a blessing for your bruised skin, and to make things more intimate, he began to lick and suck some spots until he’d get the desirable moan, the one that lets him know that you are ready for the next step.

“I missed you so much, Jack.” You said before that he pressed his lips over yours, kissing you so slowly as if he wanted the moment to last forever. He was shy at first, but when he got courage, his mouth began to conquer more and more of your lips, until the tip of his tongue began to lick them as another sign to ask for permission. The kiss became more and more passionate, bringing back good memories. You wrapped your hands around his neck, and he kept caressing your waist, until they began to slide lower and lower to your hips. 

The deed became more and more intense, and because of your exhausted state, you took a small break. You stared into each other's eyes in that silence. It was like the whole village stopped to allow you this moment of peace. He was the same man you fell in love with, only this time he was more scarred as a direct result of the battles he had to endure, and of leaving the army. 

“Why you didn’t say anything?” You spoke in a soft tone, not wanting to disturb the silence too much. You couldn’t help but scold him for leaving you.

“I didn’t want to become a burden.” You could see some of his confidence fading away.

"Nonsense, Major Krauser, you could never be a burden.” 

He lowered his gaze as guilt overcame him, but you cupped his chin and made him look at you. He was so confident back when he pinned you to the wall and kissed you aggressively, so you wanted that back. 

“Kiss me.” You said it with determination, almost like a command.

“Yes, y/n.” 

You both resumed kissing. His confidence was slowly returning to him as his hands finally cupped your ass. The sensation of his big, calloused hands squeezing your cheeks was delightful, and as a result, it made you yearn for more and more of him. You squeezed his chest as well, knowing damn well he was a sucker for it. He kept whimpering as your hands grabbed his pectorals and his palms kept massaging his hardening nipples through the shirt. 

“I want you, Major Krauser…”

"God, I love it when you call me like that.” 

He guided you near a table. As long as you could feel his hands on your body, you didn’t care that the table was covered in dried blood or that it smelled weird. You bend over like the good girl you were, feeling Krauser’s big hand over your back urging you to bend over. He placed it on your upper back and lowered it as you hunched over. 

Then he rubbed his crotch over your covered ass, feeling his erection poke out. It was a promising start, but you knew his potential, so you started to rub your 

“Hmmm, god, I miss seeing you like this.” He said it with a growl.

He grabbed both your hips and began to rub himself too, as well as pressing his erection repeatedly over your cunt. 

“Major Krauser, this brings back good memories…” you said. “But I want to feel more of you.” 

You felt his thick fingers reaching to unbuckle your belt, and before you knew it, a cold breeze hit your bare cheeks. The shiver didn’t last long as Krauser warmed your skin with his big hands by squeezing your soft cheeks. While doing so, his crotch kept rubbing against your exposed cunt, resulting in some of your juice smearing across his pants. 

“Stop teasing me, please…” you begged in a weak whimper. 

"Patience, love, it’s been so long and I don’t know when I’ll see you again.” He said. 

You were tempted to reply to his strange answer, but you were reduced to silence when you felt his thick digits enter your tight hole. 

“Jack…” you gasped as the fingers were slowly sliding inside you. It was such a nice sensation to be filled by him again. 

“You are so tight, my love…even tighter than I remember.” 

“Yeah…I haven’t been with anyone since you left…”

This certainly stroked his ego as he pushed deeper inside you. You grabbed the edges of the small table and held on for dear life as you rested your head on the dry rot.

Krauser slid in and out slowly with only half the length of his fingers. They were long enough, and he wanted to give you time to get used to them. He would’ve gone so much faster from the moment he felt your warm hole, but he got to temper himself for your sake. 

“Hmmm Jack…” you moaned his name as he stretched you. You spread your legs further and tried to lift up your ass so he would go deeper. 

“Look at you, just like an animal in heat.” He growled, finding it harder and harder to control himself. “I bet you would want my cock now.”

"Yes, pleaseee-“ you yelped when Krauser inserted his fingers deep in one hard thrust and grabbed that table harder than before, almost breaking it. 

“You are taking me well so far, maybe I’ll consider giving you something bigger.” He teased you while savoring the view of your cunt fully engulfing his digits.

“Please…” Your voice was breaking at this point, as his burst of sheer dominance was making you weak.

He wasn’t about to give it to you yet. Instead, he began to pick up the pace while his other hand was resting on your hip. 

"Oh, my God, yes…” you cried as you felt your hole being warmed up for his cock. They slid in easier and easier as you kept getting wetter with every thrust. At one point, some of your juice began to drip down your thighs, but you couldn’t feel it because of Krauser’s ravaging motions. 

“You like that don’t you?” 

“Yes, yes, yes…Insert another one…”

“What was that?” A smirk appeared on his face. He heard your request loud and clear but decided to tease you about it. 

"Jack… I need another finger, please…”

“Alright babydoll” His free hand went to massage your back as another digit joined the rest. It slid inside smoothly, causing you to let out a high-pitched moan. Some of the wood broke as you tightened your grip. The sensation sent shivers down your spine, as it felt too much. He made you feel so full with only three fingers. You shivered again in anticipation as you thought about the big prize. 

“You take me so well, doll…”

"Jack, please,” you pleaded, making sure he heard you. 

“Alright, I guess you deserve it.” 

He removed his fingers, making you both grunt. However, you got excited once again when you heard his zipper being pulled down. His pants hit the floor with a loud noise, and you heard some wet noises from behind as if he were stroking himself. 

“Don’t worry, I’m giving it all to you.” He said when he saw you trying to turn around without changing your position too much. You wanted to stay still and be ready for him.

A wave of pleasure pierced through your whole body when you felt the first inches of his cock being pushed inside. Being too weak to even grab the table, you let your upper body collapse on the surface. You held your hips up with the remaining strength you had.

His cock was thicker than his fingers, and so much longer. Good thing he stretched you first, otherwise, you wouldn’t be able to take him. 

“Already tired? Honey, I’m just getting started.” He teased.  

You were pleased to hear this, thus the wide smile appearing on your face. It’s been so long since you felt anyone inside you like this, and it meant a lot that this person who filled you now was Jack. 

Krauser, on the other hand, felt all his self control slip from his grasp. The deeper he went, the more difficult it became to maintain his cool. He was barely halfway in when he felt the urge to bury his cock inside you and fuck you raw. 

“Gotta control myself…” he said under his breath.

“What…?” You said so, vaguely hearing what he said. 

“Nothing love.” He was past the halfway point, and he was slowly making his way to the base of his cock. He went slowly, painfully slowly for both of you. 

“Babe…” 

“Yes?” 

“I don’t want you to hold back…” you said after figuring out what he said early. 

“Are you sure? I-I’m not the same as you remember…”

“I’m sure Jack…I trust you…please, I need this.” The last part came out in such a needy and weak way that it finally pushed Krauser to the edge. The grip from your hips tightened, and with one hard thrust, he buried himself inside you, where he stayed a few seconds before pulling out slowly, just to return with one hard thrust again. 

“Yes, this is what I’m talking about…now go faster.” You said his cock was rubbing that sweet spot inside you. 

"Yes, ma'am,” he happily picked up the pace, driving you over the edge. 

Having Krauser rub that spot inside you in such a brutal way brought you closer and closer to your climax. Your moans increased in volume the closer you’d get, and your cunt would throb harder and harder. You were so excited to be fucked by him again that you completely ignored the burning sensation coming from your hips, as his fingers kept clenching with every thrust and turning your flesh red. 

Krauser felt your contractions, driving him insane. It felt so good to have you twitch like that around his cock, so good that it almost made him cum before you. But, every time he’d feel that way, he’d slow down a bit so he could cool down, and when he felt that intense pressure fading a bit, he picked up the pace again. His ballsack was repeatedly slapping against your cunt, resulting in a room filled with wet noise, accompanied by your needy moans.

“Jack…” 

He knew that you were close, and so was he. Krauser didn’t have any faith that he could stop the next urge for release, so he went as fast as he could, hoping you’d cum this time with him.

To his relief and joy, you came all over his cock with a loud and shaky moan. The final spasms of your walls made him cum in seconds, coating your interior with his white, hot sperm. He buried himself deep and release all o his load in a load grunt. You both shivered at the insanity of your orgasms. 

Krauser was the first one to come down from the high clouds. You needed a few more minutes. You were so shaken and tired that you didn’t bother when he pulled out. You didn't have the energy to protest.

“Oh my,” he said suddenly, “look at all the mess I caused here. He said this as he noticed a mixture of his sperm and your juice dripping down your legs. “Someone has to clean this up.” And so, he kneeled in front of your tired cunt and began to lick the fluid. His wide tongue wiped your thighs very carefully and slowly, not only because he loved the salty taste but also because he wanted to clean you well. 

“You don’t have to.” You said in a tired voice. It caught you by surprise when you felt his hot tongue on your sore cunt, which made you spasm a bit. The tip of his tongue went between your lips, and then around your whole body until you were clean enough. He ran his tongue a couple of times above your clit too, but seeing you flinch and close your legs, he stopped and wiped the rest with a tissue.  

“It’s just like I remember.” He said that as he helped you dress up. 

“Yeah, same, but I couldn’t notice that you got an upgrade.” Your eyes lowered to his now covered cock. He definitely gained a few extra inches there. 

“It’s not the only upgrade I got.” He said as he pulled you closer for a tight embrace. He missed you deeply, and he never thought he’d see you again, let alone to fuck you. It feels like a good dream, so he has to touch you in order to make sure it’s all real. 

“Hmm, I’m intrigued. Can you tell me more about the other upgrades?” 

“Some other time.”

The two of you remained in complete silence, just enjoying each other’s company. Your mission would have to wait. 

#resident evil #jack krauser #resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 remake #smut #krauser smut #krauser x reader #krauser x f!reader

[greenteasnoothie]

I feel like Krauser would be so dry when texting anyone, he just gets to the point 💔

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[admirxation]

An Imbalanced Deal

trainer!Jack Krauser x afab!trainee!reader

summary: Krauser can take you far, maybe even get you out into the real world faster than the rest, but you must do something in return for that large favour.

cw: this fic will contain dub-con with the power imbalance; please read the warnings and continue at your own discretion // dub-con, power imbalance, manipulation, thigh touching, thigh fucking, degrading, neck kisses, p in v, unprotected sex & creampie. (word count: 3.3k)

The training facility loomed with its austere walls and regimented atmosphere. You were walking towards Krauser's office as he wanted to discuss your progress. You were the newest recruit, alongside a man called Leon, but you didn't know much or even speak to him to know anything other than his name and that he was in a similar position as you. You were forced, against your will, due to some special encounters you had with Umbrella.

When you joined, you just kept to yourself, wanting to get this training over and done with, and it seemed to be working fine until now with this sudden meeting. Everyone knew how difficult Krauser was on the recruits, no, on every one; this was present in the nicknames he gave to people; you first noticed this with Leon being called "rookie" and further experienced this with him having no hesitation in telling people that they were pathetic, he always went straight for the jugular of people's insecurities. But he never did this to you.

It was different with you; if you made a stupid mistake, he would call you on it, but in a good and constructive criticism sort of way, something the other recruits noticed and developed a strong jealousy towards you. He didn't even give you nicknames; he just called you by your last name. Since then, everyone had isolated you with all the favouritism you had — like it was somehow your fault.

You continued to wait outside, hearing muffled footsteps through the door as you tried to straighten your posture and fix your clothes, gathering the courage to knock on the door as you waited for the clock to hit the exact time.

With a deep sigh, you knocked and awaited his call.

"Door's open," you heard his deep voice through the wooden door.

You entered slowly, pushing the door and stepping into a dimly lit office space. He was sitting in a seat close to the other, the one you would be sitting in by the looks of it, and you were surprised that it wasn't the conventional behind-the-desk setup like most office spaces had.

As you got closer to your seat, you noticed his gaze remained intense; you couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine as you remained under his scrutinous stare. You felt your hands tremble while you placed them to the sides of your thighs, but this made an amusement within Krauser as he continued to watch your timid demeanour, smiling to himself when he noticed how you avoided eye contact with your eyes shifting everywhere in the room but only occasionally at him. He just took your nervous acts as an opportunity to steal more looks at you, trapped in thought as he looked you up and down.

You felt that you were almost trapped in this small and dark room, feeling small and vulnerable as you moved closer and sank into the chair next to him, fully aware of how small you were compared to him. For a moment, your thigh grazed against his, and you tried with all your effort to keep your legs together and away from him, your hands neatly placed in your lap, then moving to the sides as you nervously couldn't be able to decide how to make a normal body language.

The air felt heavy and tense, with the looks and unspoken words currently hanging between you two. However, before speaking, Krauser continued to study you. He watched as you looked at the floor, then the bookshelves, constantly at the clock, and he loved how shy you were with him. He knew you weren't confident, with your reserved nature and inability to make friends with the others, but seeing you nervous because of him felt like a little treat only he could indulge in.

"How have you been finding the training so far?" his words finally broke the silence.

His calm and careful speech was strange to you; you were used to the constant anger in his words, and you even heard from other people when you trespassed on their conversation with the casual eavesdrop that he was rude and arrogant. You had never experienced that yourself, and you thought maybe they were overreacting; but now you were starting to understand their disliking further than just the nicknames and insults, more than the description of rudeness or arrogance. You felt intimidated and out of control, and you hated that. You couldn't stop the nerves, getting worse as your palms continued to tremble and be dampened by the producing sweat.

You swallowed the lump in your throat before speaking, feeling like your mouth suddenly went dry as you shifted in the stiff chair, acutely aware, now, of how he remained to give you intense gazes as he awaited your answer: "It's been... challenging, sir," you managed to reply with your tone of voice being barely above a whisper, "But I am learning a lot and c-continuing to try my best," you couldn't help but stammer in your speech.

He nodded, his eyes narrowing slightly as he continued to subjugate you with a stare that lasted uncomfortable long: "I've noticed that dedication," you couldn't help but like the sound of his voice; it was low, smooth but with a hint of grovel in it, it was intriguing, "and your willingness to learn and improve is... impressive."

You let out a half-smile, wanting time to hurry up and stop you from being trapped in these walls. You kept checking the clock; of course, time felt like it was going as slow as possible. On top of that, to your shock, his compliment made a blush creep onto your cheeks, feeling the warmth spread despite the cold chill in the room. That warm sensation was unwelcome; you even felt stupid for blushing at a superior's comments, especially when you have never been interested in him. But while you were questioning and mentally reprimanding yourself for that blush, his seat moved closer to yours, and his leg now slightly touched your side.

"In this line of work, seeing someone with actual potential is refreshing."

Your heart began to race as you noticed the proximity of your bodies; you could hear and feel that pulsating pounding in your ears, complete with the warmth you felt from your heart continuously pounding, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks. You tried to ignore it, but your body wouldn't comply with what your mind tried to dictate. You could decipher the looks he provided; these were ones of longing, but there was also lust in those looks as he examined and continued to have you in the focal point in his peripheral vision.

You were the target of all his desires. You sensed where this meeting was going, as it unravelled before you.

"Is that all you wanted to say, sir? I hate to cut it short, but I must get going; I have training,” your voice had a high-pitched tinge as you tried to make up some excuse and escape the situation. But you were just met with Krauser leaning back in his chair and playing a faint smirk at the corner of his lips. That smirk taunted you, and his facial expression said, 'I do not believe you.'

"Oh, are you now? With who?"

"Um, Kennedy... Yes, he and I want to train together today," you were hurriedly trying to get the words out, praying to yourself that the excuse would be believed, but you could just tell you were going to be dealt a bad hand.

Your breath caught in your throat as he leaned forward, reaching his hand out and brushing his fingers against your thigh. You froze, and your mind continued to race as you tried to process and understand all this. You experienced a jitter through your body as you felt those soft grazes.

"Don't lie to me," fuck.

"I-"

"You... are lying. There's no scheduled time with your name, and you've never spoken to the rookie. Nice try, but that excuse was... disappointing."

"I'm sorry, sir."

"That's better. Now, I will tell you why I wanted you here," his voice became lower with a husk in his tone, "You see... I believe…I know, you have the potential to excel even further, but that will require a level of... closeness between us. I can provide you with a much-needed connection to ensure good things come your way; I can even get you out here quicker... And I know that's what you all want, to get out of his hell hole." He continued to smirk, knowing he had the upper hand as he proceeded to graze his fingers along the clothed plush of your thigh, then turning into his large hand grabbing it; you felt your chest rise for a quick and small moment as your breathing quickened as he continued to squeeze and go upward to your waistband gently.

"S-sir, don't think you think this is inappropriate?" you couldn't help but continue to stammer, frozen by how he freely explored; he wanted to go deeper and rip your clothes off like he always desired since the moment you sauntered over and caught his attention.

But he couldn't help but chuckle to himself softly, and that sound only sent an uncomfortable shiver down your spine as he knew he wouldn't listen to your pleas. "Oh," his voice dripping with amusement, "I didn't know you were so against getting out of here. I guess the isolating, lonely, harsh place gives you an inviting feeling, doesn't it? But by all means, stay. How could I be so silly as to think you wanted an advantage?" he pulled his hand away for a moment as he watched you squirm in thought.

You sat there, thinking to yourself, knowing that this was all inappropriate and that you had never even thought of Krauser in that way, but you weren't going to deny that this place was slowly killing you from the inside out; you saw how it was changing those around you, and he did make a correct observation that you didn't need to stay for all the years of the programme to get far — you weren't only the favourite because of looks, you had skill, you weren't going to be humble about it since how else would you have gotten there?

“So, what do you say?” His hand hovered around your waist, waiting for you to say yes.

“You’ve put me in a difficult decision, and I-”

“Ah, ah, ah, I don’t want to hear complaints… You either let me have what I want or leave… and who knows what will happen to you… Maybe even the worse.”

You couldn’t risk that. You didn’t want to; if this situation had never happened, you wouldn’t even look at him that way; you just thought and tried to tell yourself that it would probably be shit if it were like the other men you had been with, it would be a quick deal, all you had to do was endure those few minutes, maybe fake an orgasm or two, and get everything you wanted. However, you knew you would have to put your dignity on the line for this. 

But dignity was a good trade for freedom. 

You nodded, continuing to look down as you accepted Krauser’s proposition; he continued to lay his hand on your upper thigh before making his way to your waistband again, freely exploring you like he had given you all the freedom to make a choice, you just stayed silent as he did whatever he wished. 

“Don’t go limp on me. Stand.” You did this slowly. "Hurry up.”

You stood and presented yourself in front of Krauser, and his large hands rested at the sides of your hips, pulling you closer and nestling your standing body in between his legs; you could already see a bulge in his pants, mentally preparing yourself for whatever he was going to do to you. Just endure; it’s just a few minutes, he’ll probably be really bad, and you’ll get to maybe laugh about it, you kept telling yourself as a way to calm your nerves.

“Such a beautiful girl,” he whispered to you as he started to unbutton your trousers, pulling them down and revealing your lace panties, “Hm, already prepared, it seems,” you couldn’t help but find it so gross how he was just going to use your body, making it easier to disassociate as you felt the skin of his fingers feel your lower half, moving your body automatically as he continued to take your top off and leaving your standing there with nothing but a bra and panties. “Take it all off me, now, sweetheart.”

His language was slow but eager at the same time, he wanted you more than anything, and all you could do was begrudgingly take your bra off and let it fall to the ground, kicking it to the side, and he watched the flesh of your breast exposed right in front of him; just the sight made him stand up and grab you in a deep and rough kiss, no passion just lust as he pressed the forming tent in his pants against your thigh and your pussy. You instinctively reciprocated the kiss, having your hands placed on his muscular arms, then his shoulders, wrapped around his neck as his hands wandered all over you, first grabbing and squeezing your tits, then grabbing the fat of your ass harshly as he kissed then moved to your delicate neck.

That was when you felt a throbbing sensation, a heartbeat pulsating, moving from your lower body and creating a knot in your stomach; that was when you realised that you liked this; your hands moved to his hair and ruffled it all up as you shared the same energy and pacing in this kiss that was becoming wetter with every interlock, feeling his cock twitch and wait to be inside you. The kiss went on long, but it felt short when you were starting to ease yourself into it, disappointed as it stopped but being met with the delight of seeing Krauser hurriedly taking his pants off, forcefully sliding his boxers down and experiencing a jolt of heated excitement as you saw his large cock spring up, already covered in a dribble of precum on the tip. 

You didn’t have long to admire him as he grabbed you by your hips, hard enough to leave slight marks, but you didn’t care if he threw you around like a ragdoll; you were just getting excited as you proceeded to share a kiss, as you moved your hand all the way down to his throbbing erection, wrapping your fingers around it and pumping it lightly — you felt a hitch in Krauser’s breathing as you showed more enthusiasm.

“Aren’t you eager… Put that whole front for nothing, didn’t you, you little slut?” he whispered in your ear as he placed his hand on yours and slowly removed it, “open your legs a little, now.” 

You obeyed, following suit and parting them slightly, eagerly awaiting the next move he had to make; you watched as he briefly rubbed his hard member before using his spare hand and placing it on the side of your thigh, slowly pressing his cock in between your thighs, moving back and forth when he was satisfied with how the fat of your thigh surrounded his hard cock. He let out a deep breath as he slowly continued to rock back and forth and feel how wet you were through your panties, pressing his fingers into your hips; you couldn’t help but release small, high-pitched moans as you felt it push alongside your folds, making you even wetter and wait for him to get bored and finally be inside you. Still, you were also not completely opposed to enjoying this sensation.

“Fuck,” he muttered as he thrust his hips and felt your wet heat surround his cock, “god, I need you.”

“Take me then,” you replied, biting your lip as you continued to feel your core tingle for him. 

“Why couldn’t you have been this eager at the start,” he let out a small and breathy laugh as he pulled his hips away from yours and tucked his fingers in the band of your panties, wasting no time in ripping them down and making a slight pain as you felt the fabric material rush against your skin, you winced a little, but Krauser didn’t care. 

All he cared about was how your beautiful, wet pussy was right in front of him and there for the taking, grabbing your hand and making your way to the wooden desk he had tucked in the corner of the room, throwing you on the hard, wooden surface. You felt pain in your elbows as you made contact with the desk, but your adrenaline was pumping inside you, bringing that sharp spiking pain to a minimum so you wouldn’t be distracted. He looked at your glistening cunt, for a moment: “such a pretty slut,” his words were harsh but alluring as he rubbed his length before rubbing the thick and wet tip along your bare slit, watching as you squirmed with just the mild contact along your core. Krauser couldn’t help but be so proud of himself as he got you begging for his cock like a little whore.

“You want me, don’t you,” he just couldn’t help himself but tease you as he watched you spread your legs for him. You nodded to answer, but that wasn’t enough, “use your words.”

“I w-want you so-so bad,” he waited for the magic word, “please, sir.”

With that, he slowly introduced his cock inside your walls, groaning quietly as he felt your warm and tight walls clasp around his length: “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he muttered as he continued to thrust his hips into yours, picking up the pace as placed his hands on the joint of your knees, his thumb pressing at the back of them and holding your legs that were already trembling.

You arched your back as he fucked you deeper; you felt the tip of his cock roughly kiss and bruise your cervix, whining and getting warmer as he pressed his fingers into your legs the harder he fucked you, getting more turned on when hearing his groans, and his laboured deep breaths. You cried out as he fucked you senseless, thinking how stupid you were in previous thought that you would have to fake everything; Krauser had to clasp his hand over your mouth with how loud he made you, he was slightly disappointed that he couldn’t let you cry and moan out and cum to the sound of his name on your tongue, but he had to keep this all a dirty secret, smirking to himself as he continued to thrust and penetrate your sopping wet cunt that felt like it belonged to him and him only, as you squirmed and let him go harder in your squelching pussy. 

That was when you felt it: a warm sensation that was going to roll from your core out to your mouth; you felt yourself reaching a climax and didn’t care how loud you were going to be. Your eyes began to roll to the back of your head, only exposing the whites of your eyes as you loudly released a groan as Krauser pulled one of your legs over his shoulder to get deeper, rubbing your clit with his thumb when he noticed you get closer. 

“Fuck… I’m so close,” he spat as he gritted his teeth, not wanting this moment to end but acknowledging his limit was close, “gonna fill that slutty hole up,” his degradation was only adding to how loud your orgasm was.

Accompanied by a grunted moan, you felt a hot, sticky rope flood your walls, filling you so full that the warm sensation started dripping out and surround Krauser’s cock. Then sharing a moment, just looking at each other and breathing heavily. 

as promised i am tagging @mrswint3rs (you should defo check out their fics as well)

a/n: i know i know i know i have been going on and on about doing some krauser stuff for ages but i finally managed to get the time and motivation to complete the wip that has been collecting dust in the google docs. so i hope you enjoy it, i begggg haha.

p. s. also i wanted to note that i wasn't sure if i should label this as dub-con since it isn't the traditional dub-con fics i have seen, but after discussing it with some people on disc and my own evaluation i wanted to label it as dub-con since even tho there is some enthusiasm towards the end the reader isn't presented with much choice, and there is a power imbalance. so if anyone is confused that is my explanation for it. i would rather maybe mistag with too much than ignore something and accidentally expose someone who didn't want to see that particular content. anyways i hope you liked this and all engagement is appreciated, hope everyone has a lovely day/evening, mwah mwah mwah.

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[sweets3rial]

sunlight kisses and featherlight touches

inspired by this request

re2!leon x fem!reader

summary: leons kindness has always been abused. in so many eyes, he's still a naive rookie who doesn't know better. he figures his life would always be that way until he met you...the barista who worked at the smoothie place down the street from his base.

tags: tooth-rotting fluff, a little post re2, non-canon, leon is hopelessly in love, krauser mentioned, mentions of bruises and scars, over worried reader, friends to lovers (?), established relationship, promise rings, virginity loss, insecure reader/reassuring leon, smut, oral (f! receiving), fingering, p in v, no protection (wrap it b4 you tap it ya'll)

word count: 5.8k (srry i got carried away)

there was one word to describe him. he was simply a gentleman, kind and soft. his manners were sharp as a knife and he knew how to take orders like any other good cop. though, his kindness and sweet smile were looked down upon. 

others figured him weak and easy to step on, but in a way he was. he hated talking back, and he hated disappointing people, that’s why he always put himself on the line for others. which is how he got a bullet scar on his left shoulder. he is willing to do that just because that’s how he was raised. 

but when is he going to start putting himself before others? 

when is he going to forget the hole that is left in his heart?

it was you. you were the answer to his every question. his every doubt and his every want. the minute your eyes met his baby blue ones there was an instant connection. he had a small cut on his cheek and another on his lip. 

you smiled up at him with a gleam in your eyes, leaning over the counter enthusiastically as you greeted him to take down his order. Leon didn’t really favor fruity drinks but he began to like them because of you. well, he only got them to see you. 

over a few weeks, he slowly memorized your work schedule at the small cafe and would walk in at the beginning of your shift. you’d greet him with the same smile every time, you knew his order by heart, and you knew the sound of his footsteps by memory. 

slowly, he was beginning to make more time in his day to go and see you. his visits were prolonged, he’d take his drink and go to sit down in the corner of the small cafe just so he could watch you work. 

he’d lean his head onto his hand, slowly sipping away at the smoothie in his hands as he watched you bounce around. every now and then, you would trail your gaze back over to him and shoot him a warm smile. 

seeing him sitting there watching you intently made your heart flutter but it also made you terribly nervous. you were constantly fixing your hair and checking in your pocket mirror to make sure you looked okay for the blonde in the corner. 

you tried so hard not to look at him so often but how could you? he was looking at you so deeply with those blue eyes of his. he sat right by the large window, where the sun could perfectly cascade down onto him.

his blonde hair would begin to glow on his head like an angel's halo, shadows cast down onto his sharp features, and the sun glinting off his perfectly white teeth. how can anyone be so beautiful? 

at the end of your shift, he’d walk you home. ignoring the ache in his muscles with each step. there he goes again, risking his health for someone. but it wasn’t just anyone, it was you. he was willing to walk beside you even if his legs were broken. 

but his winces of pain didn’t escape your ears. 

“Leon, are you hurt?” you asked him, stopping in your tracks and placing two hands on his shoulders. he shook his head, his blonde hair sweeping over his forehead. 

“no, no, i’m fine just sore.” he shot you a smile to reassure you but you weren’t convinced. 

it’s not like you couldn’t see the bruises on his skin when he’d walk in or the new cuts appearing on his arms and face every other week. you were worried. who in God's name was hurting him like that?

you’ve asked a few times but he shrugged it off with excuses like, ‘i was wrestling with my friend’’, the neighbor's cat got to him’, or ‘he fell’. when in reality he was being trained to become one of the best government agents of all time. 

“i don’t believe you, sit.” you demanded him. he shook his head, refusing. 

“no, i have to take you home.” 

you shoved him onto the bench behind you two, being sure not to hurt him. 

“no, i’ll get us a taxi that’ll take us both home.” 

he reached out for you, taking hold of your wrist before you could walk away to wave down a taxi. he brought you close to him, spreading his legs so you could step between him. you stayed silent, looking down into his eyes and now you could finally see it. 

the pain he’s been hiding for so long. your heart ached at the look in his eyes, one you’ve never seen before. he was tired and deeply hurt, you don’t know what and you didn’t bother to ask. you just swept the hair from out of his eyes and cupped his cheek. 

“okay, just rest.” 

his arms wrapped around your waist and he leaned his head into your stomach with a heavy sigh. his muscles were finally relaxed and his heavy eyelids were finally able to close. even if you two were in the middle of a busy street, you didn’t care. 

you knew he needed this. you brought your hand to the top of his head, slowly smoothing out his hair down to the back of his neck and then rubbing the nape of his neck to get rid of any tension. he listened to the sound of you taking deep breaths and then letting them out and smiling at the sound of your gurgling stomach.

it was a comforting sound, your touch was comforting as well. if you two weren’t out in the open in the middle of a cold night, he would’ve fallen asleep right then and there. he was very close though. 

your touch was so comforting. it wasn’t a punch or a blade. it wasn’t a shove or a kick. it was soft and warm. 

“is he alright?”

“yeah, he is! just sleepy.” 

your voice was soothing, calm, and welcoming. 

it was then that Leon realized that he was very much falling for you. he couldn’t get enough. after walking you home that night, he slept so peacefully back in his small dorm. after that day, his affection became more apparent to you. his touches would linger and his eyes would travel towards your lips. 

you’d catch him silently staring at you and the blush on his cheeks rising up from his neck. 

it didn’t take you long to catch feelings either. perhaps, the feelings were always there from the very moment you met him. he was always on your mind, you always worried for him, and you missed him when he wasn’t around. 

one night, he was walking you home. you both were walking at a very slow pace, neither of you wanting to say your goodbyes yet. 

“Leon?” you asked him, turning towards him and looking up into his eyes. you wanted him to know that you were serious. 

“what’s up? you okay? you cold?” he was always so sweet, and so caring. it made you all fuzzy inside.

“i’m okay,” you smiled at him, a small laugh slipping past your lips. “it’s just,” you stopped in your tracks which halted his own, he stepped in front of you placing his hands on your forearms and rubbing up and down. 

“hey, you okay?”

you stayed quiet and looked up at him, your heart hurt every time you could see a new bruise forming on his face or his neck and arms. you just wanted to kiss his scars away and hug him tight. 

“i want you to know that i’m always here for you and that i’m just a call away if you ever need me,” 

his hands slowed and paused at your elbows, his eyes went from worry to relief and then to a soft and kind look. slightly widening as his eyebrows upturned. 

“i don’t know, who’s giving you all these bruises but i’m here if you need me.” you sighed, rocking from heel to toe. 

training was rough. it nearly killed him every day and seeing you were the only good part of his days. but hearing those words from you eased his every worry. he knew he could rely on you but he didn’t want to be a burden. 

he never wanted to make you worry about him because you have so many more things to worry about. but you don’t believe that, sure bills and rent are a huge stress but knowing the person you love is in pain is even more of a stab in the heart. 

“you don’t have to worry about me,” he smiled, bringing you in for a very much-needed hug. you hugged him back instantly, practically squeezing him with all of your strength. 

“but i do,” you spoke, your words muffled into the material of his crew neck. 

you looked up at him, digging your chin into his chest. he looked back down at you and his heart was filled with so much love. god, he’s in love. 

he made it a goal that once he finished training, he was to ask you out. that he was going to ask you on a nice date. 

a steak dinner with wine and smooth jazz. he’d wear his finest suit and you’d wear your most gorgeous dress. he’d hold your hand, look into your eyes, and he'd ask you to be his. 

but who knew that the moment he finished training he was set off on his very first mission. he was terrified. again, he was a rookie stepping into an arena so foreign to him. 

he had Krauser and others by his side to keep him afloat but it was every man to themselves out here. 

he got back home safely, just a dislocated shoulder and a sprained wrist no biggie. so he instantly made his way to your condo, it had to be today. 

the week-old flowers sat in the passenger seat of his car, pretty much dead but some were still okay. the box of your favorite chocolates he planned to give you was now warm and probably melted but it had to be today. 

you were worried sick. Leon didn’t come to visit you at work few the past few days, you called and texted his cell but no prevail. your messages were unread and your calls went straight to voicemail. you left a dozen of messages.

each one getting more and more panicked. he told you he finished training so where in the hell did he disappear to?

your prayers were answered by multiple rings at your doorbell and a rhythmic knock at your door. you knew it was him, he was the only one that knocked with that tune. you swung the covers off of your lap and ran out of your bedroom, your feet sliding on the hardwood floors. 

you were quick to undo the multiple locks on the door before swinging the door open to see him. 

you were instantly put at ease at the sight of his face but then you saw a sling on his arm and a cast on his wrist. 

“Leon! what happene-“

before you could spit out another word, he brought his good arm from behind his back revealing a bouquet of flowers and a box of your favorite chocolates. 

“will you be my girlfriend?” he stammered out, “or would you let me be your boyfriend? um-“ 

you gave him an answer by throwing yourself at him. wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him close to you, crushing the flowers in the process. 

“yes yes! of course i will!” you smiled into his chest. the smell of his cologne brought ease to your heart but you could also smell antiseptic on him which reminded you that he was hurt. 

you pulled away and looked up at his face, a bandage covering a cut on his cheek and his lip swollen from a cut. 

“my god! what happened to you?” you cupped his cheek, swiping your thumb over the small bandage. 

you led him inside, frantically taking the flowers and chocolates from him and placing them down on the kitchen table. you rushed back over to him, helping him stand upright as he slipped off his shoes. 

“i’m sorry to come over so late and to ask you out like that i,” he sighed, “i had a plan, a nice dinner and romance but i had work last minu-“

before he could say another thing, your lips were on his. your lips hit his teeth at first but once he got a motion of what was going on he was quick to reciprocate. he sighed into your lips and instantly melted into your embrace. 

his lips were soft and warm, you could feel his cut now scabbed up brushing against your bottom lip but you didn’t care. you’ve waited for this moment for so so long. 

you both pulled away with a slow smack and you kept your hand on his cheek, “dinner or not, you’re all i need.” you said to him with a smile. 

you were overwhelmed with so many emotions. both sadness and happiness. you were sad that he was hurt but you were happy he was here. even though he should be resting instead of hauling his ass to your doorstep. 

“thank you,” he smiled, pressing his lips to yours again. he could get used to this, kissing you and holding you close. he could get used to your kindness and care, finally you see him for him. 

that night he told you a fraction of why he had so many bruises, how he was training to become something big and how he finally went out onto his first mission. 

and you learned throughout the first few months of your relationship that this was a regular thing. his missions were tough but you knew he was strong, you knew he would always come back to you and he knew that you’d be waiting there with open arms. 

Leon made sure to spoil you, with flowers every time he came over, and your favorite snacks. simple date nights that consisted of takeout and movies. it was the small things that counted for you. 

you always told him you never needed fancy dinners and the best luxurious clothes and shoes. all you needed was him. 

you made him feel special and more than he thought he was capable of feeling. 

though tonight was special. you come home to all your lights off and the smell of vanilla wafting in the air. 

“Leon?” you called out, placing the bags of groceries down on the kitchen table. a flickering orange light brought you to the living room and you were shocked to see that the fireplace had been lit, the coffee table had been moved, and replaced with a large blanket. 

pillows and candles, snacks and food, and especially Leon. 

he stood in the middle of the room, looking at you with a large smile on his face. 

“babe, what is this?” you smiled at him, your cheeks aching. 

“happy six-month anniversary baby,” he chuckled, walking over to you. 

he snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you in for a deep and passionate kiss, cupping your jaw and holding you close, slowly swaying you back and forth in his hold. your knees went weak at his touch and at the feeling of his tongue slotting with yours. 

you pulled away, biting down on your lip as you looked at the scenery in front of you. 

the fireplace gave the room a romantic aura, the hues of orange and red along with the cracking of fire wood and the whipping of high flames. the candles were your favorite scent, wafting in the air around you along with the smell of chinese takeout and chocolate covered strawberries. 

“oh honey,” you looked back over to him, smiling at him with your eyes. god you could marry him right now. “i thought you had work today,” you gasped at him, swatting his chest playfully. 

he rocked you back and forth, leaning down and touching his nose with yours, “i lied, i’m sorry baby.” 

“mmm,” you hummed before placing a kiss onto his lips, “i forgive you.” 

he lead you over into the middle of the blanket, guiding you to sit down and take a look at all the little small gifts he prepared for you.

a record of your favorite album from your favorite artists. little small gummies. a new pair of fluffy socks. a few hair accesories. and a velvet box.

you looked over at him, trembling with anticipation. 

“open it!” he chuckled, growing impatient and snuggling into your side, watching you intently as you opened it. inside was a small ring paired with a chain. 

“it’s a promise ring,” he slowly took the box from you and slid the ring out from its wedge. 

“i promise to be your love forever, i promise to treat you right, i promise to be loyal and faithful,” he took your hand and slipped the ring onto your finger, a perfect fit. 

he took your ring measurement one night when you were sleeping. 

“i promise to be the perfect boyfriend to you and future husband,” he smiled, his eyes looking into yours as he placed a kiss over the cold ring that was slowly being warmed up by your body heat. 

"and lastly, i promise to forever be yours."

your heart was filled with so much love, you couldn’t express it into words how thankful you were for him. he was a gentlemen. even if he was hurt, his muscles sore and bruises decorating his fair skin, he made sure to walk you home. 

even with his busy schedule and demanding job, he made time for you and your relationship. 

“i love you,” you told him. it was your first time ever saying those words to him, it took you long enough but you’re here now. 

“i love you so much more,” he tackled you down onto the floor with a deep kiss, teeth clashing into each other and noses squishing together. you wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him close to you.  

there was much more to this kiss, much more than passion and drive. there was hunger and longing. his hands trailed underneath your his crewneck, caressing your sides. you arched into his touch, opening your mouth to him and giving him permission to run his tongue over yours. 

you moaned at his taste, the taste of sweet and tangy strawberry and you felt hot underneath his touch. but then he pulled away. 

“i’m sorry, i got a little ahead of myself,” he laughed nervously as he pressed his forehead against yours. you licked your lips and shook your head. 

“it’s okay, i’m … i’m ready.” you whispered to him. 

you watched his adams apple bob as he gulped a lump down his throat. you two have been putting off sex for so long all because he didn’t want to hurt you and you were scared at first. but now, you’re sure. 

you knew in your heart and in your soul that Leon was the one. he’s patient and loving, he’s never once overstepped your boundaries or made you feel like complete shit. 

“are you sure? i don’t … i don’t want to hurt you.” he whispered to you, reaching up to cup your cheek. 

“i’m sure,” you squirmed beneath him a bit, “i want it.” 

he nodded his head, “i don’t know if i’ll last long,” he said with a breathy laugh. 

you reassured him by shaking your head, “that’s fine, i just want you.” 

“okay.” 

he was excited but also very cautious. his kisses were slow and tender, his touch gentle and soft. his hands made their way back up under your sweatshirt and he practically moaned into your mouth when he could feel you had no bra on. 

he tested the waters by sliding a finger over your erect nipple, eliciting a small moan from the back of your throat. his cock jumped at the way you struggled to kiss him back.

his slow touched were setting you off, they felt so good and your whole entire body ached for him. 

his hand left your breast, and he pulled away from your lips. 

“i’m going to take this off now, is that okay?” he was out of breath, breathing heavily onto your mouth and looking only at your face. 

you nodded, heart thrumming in your chest at the feeling of his fingers toying with the hem of your sweatshirt. 

“i’m going to need your words, babe.” 

“you can take it off.” 

he nodded, slowly lifting the hem of your sweatshirt over your head, lazily throwing it to the side and onto the couch behind you two. when he looked back down you were covering your breasts with one arm while you were propped up on the other. 

there was a blush on your cheeks and your eyes were avoiding his. part of the reason you were scared to have sex with Leon was because you were afraid he wasn’t going to like it or like you.

your body wasn’t perfect and certainly wasn’t like a supermodel. you had stretchmarks and cellulite. 

“hey,” he sighed out, leaning back over you. he placed a hand onto your arm, slowly rubbing his calloused finger over your skin. 

“sorry,”

“no, don’t be sorry.” he placed a kiss on your lips, short but sweet. “you’re beautiful okay? you don’t ever have to hide yourself from me.” 

you smiled up at him and nodded slowly as you removed your arm from over your chest. he didn’t look at the way your breasts bounced, instead, he just looked deeply into your eyes, soothing you with his soft ones. 

he leaned down into your ear, whispering the words, “i’m so lucky to have you.” 

he placed a kiss below your ear and shivers ran down your body and fire ignited in your stomach. his kisses continued down your neck, his lips lightly sucking onto your skin to create little purple hickeys on your skin. 

you writhed underneath him, grinding yourself down onto his thigh slotted between your legs, you needed more. 

your fingers tangled themselves into his hair, pushing him closer to your skin and silently begging for more. 

testing the waters a bit, he scraped his teeth along your collarbone earning a small gasp from you. 

“does that feel okay?” 

“harder.”

“yes ma’am,”

he did it again, biting down a bit harder and something deep inside you relished in the sting and also in the fact that he was marking you as his. 

he continued to venture down your body, placing a soft kiss to your pebbled nipple. you liked that, a lot. his other hand worked with kneading your left breast while his mouth placed soft kisses on the other. 

“Leon, stop teasing me.” you arched your back, pushing your chest further against his lips. he chuckled against your skin, before running his tongue over your nipple and bringing it in between his lips. 

he gave it a soft suck earning a small moan to leave your lips and your thighs to clench around his own. 

he stood up onto his knees, leaving your tit with a pop. he reached for the hem of his own shirt and brought it over his head. his beauty never failed to amaze you, chiseled muscle and veins. braodness and brood. 

such a gentle face and such a godly body. 

he leaned back down over you, capturing your lips in a desperate kiss. he needed you now more than ever, he was filled with more than just love for you but also deep hunger and eagerness. 

you itched for more of him, you knew he was being careful but you wanted more. you trusted Leon with your heart, body, and soul. you were willing to give yourself to him completely. 

you moaned into his mouth, loving the way he tasted and the heat of his kiss. dominating you, taking control, guiding you. 

your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. you never knew you could crave someone so much as you crave Leon. you wanted more, more than he could possibly give you. his fingers played with the hem of your shorts, his eyes asking permission to take them off. 

you nodded up at him with a gleam in your eyes. god he was beautiful. 

how could someone look so angelic, speak so elegantly, touch so softly, and love so purely? 

Leon wanted to cherish you. you were his first, he didn’t want to hurt you or make you hate him. he wanted to remember this night forever, tonight he wanted to give himself completely to you. he didn’t want to hide anymore. 

the hole that was left in his heart was no longer there because of you. his scars were healed and he could never be so thankful. 

you kicked off your shorts and your panties, now completely bare to him. even then, he didn’t let his eyes travel away from yours. those blue orbs of his spoke for him and soothed your every insecurity. 

you were aching for him, your cunt fluttered with need and your body itched to feel him. 

“let me know if you want to stop,” he said placing a kiss over your collarbone. 

“just say the words and i’ll stop,” he whispered huskily against your tit. you shook your head, eagerly watching as he made his way down your stomach with wet, open-mouthed kisses. 

you didn’t want him to stop, your stomach was doing flips with every kiss he placed on your skin and you felt light-headed. 

when his two calloused fingers made their way through your wet folds, shivers ran up your spine and your walls clenched around nothing. he was slowly testing the waters, rubbing over your clit gently as he kissed your abdomen. 

he looked up into your eyes, noticing the way your hips would buck when he focused on the small swollen bud. he circled his two fingers over your clit, watching you stutter to take a breath in. 

“more,” you breathed out. 

he moved his fingers away, prodding at your fluttering hole while his lips traveled down to kiss over your clit. you sucked in a small breath, looking down at him in between your legs. blonde hair sticking to your sweaty skin and hanging over his eyes. 

one of his muscular arms wrapped around your thigh, while the other was positioned between your legs, his fingers working slowly. 

“Leon, please…” you sighed, throwing your head back. 

he placed one last firm kiss over your clit, “okay, baby, i hear ya'."

he slowly sank his middle finger in between your folds, wet and hot. the slight stretch felt so good and so much bigger compared to yours. he curled his finger against your g-spot as his tongue flicked over your clit.

and god, he was addicted right then and there. sweet and salty with a bit of tang, he moaned into your clit as he added another finger inside of you. 

your thighs clenched around his head as your fingers pushed him deeper into you. his pace quickened, his fingers now thrusting in and out of you as his tongue flicked at your swollen clit. the wet slick sounds filled his ears along with your deep moans. 

you were dripping all over his fingers and tongue. he was beginning to grind his erection into the floor underneath him, his whole entire body was hot and itching with the need to be inside you. he’s never felt this way before, he was eager to make you come and even more eager for you to be his first. 

to see you stretched out for him with his name dripping like honey off of your lips. 

“more, please…” you moaned out to him. he was quick to obey, flattening his tongue over your cut and slowly flicking his tongue at your entrance. 

“that okay?” 

you nodded quickly, your insides were begging for more. 

he slowed down, reminding you to use your words. “yes! yes! that’s okay.” 

his tongue was hot and felt like heaven inside of you, lewd wet noises paired with the whines of his name. his arms came around your thighs again, holding your hips down as he eagerly fucked his tongue inside of you. 

wet and sloppy is how he’d describe it, but he was in heaven. he loved being suffocated by your thighs and your cunt, he could die just like this. he moaned into your heat, his own eyes rolling into the back of his head at the very taste of you. 

your legs began to tremble and the aching feeling inside your stomach was only getting tighter. you wanted to feel him, you wanted to feel him stretch you and touch those deepest parts inside of you. you were ready to fully give yourself to him. 

you were shy at first, scared even but now you were sure.

you tugged on his hair, prompting him to stop.

“you okay? is it too much?”

you shook your head, pulling him up towards you, “i need you.” you breathed out to him. he felt like the air in his lungs had been taken away, he couldn’t breathe and couldn’t think either. hearing you say those words, with half-lidded eyes and flushed cheeks, did something to him. 

he nodded, gulping a lump down his throat. he prayed to the gods above that he wasn’t going to finish the moment he slid himself inside of you. he prayed he was good enough. 

“okay,”

you eagerly brought him down to your lips, sucking on his already swollen bottom lip. he tasted like you and something about you kissing him right after he ate you out was so incredibly hot to him. he held himself above you as his other hand went to work his sweats off of his legs. 

you were trembling with excitement, so much to the point you were struggling to kiss him back. being so close to him like this, your sweaty bodies sticking together and the smell of sex in the air, it was heaven on earth. 

a shiver shook through you as he pressed his length in between your folds, “oh my god,”

he was thick and heavy, you could feel the heat radiating off his cock and onto your clit. it was glorious. 

he slowly began to grind his hips into you, the tip of his cock pushing up against your clit in the most gentle way. it earned him a moan of his name, slipping from your lips and directly into his ear. 

he groaned above you, his eyebrows scrunching together and sucking the taste of you off his bottom lip. he looked down at where your bodies met, admiring the way your cunt lubricated his dick. oh yeah, he’s not going to last long. 

he looked back up at you, to see you looking where he was. your lips agape, sucking in small breaths, and your eyebrows upturned in pleasure. 

“you okay?” 

“yeah, it’s just …. intimidating.” 

he chuckled at your choice of words, leaning down and placing a deep, slow kiss on your lips. he pulled away, placing his forehead to yours, “let me know if it’s too much, okay?” 

you nodded, lacing his fingers with yours as his other went to grab the base of his cock. carefully, he pressed his tip into you, his shoulders shuddering as he slowly sank into your heat. you were so wet and hot it was driving him crazy. 

you back arched into him as he slowly sank into you, your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth hung open in a gasp. it stung but felt so good. 

“oh my god, you’re amazing,” he gasped onto your lips, “so gorgeous,” he placed a kiss on the tip of your nose. 

his hips flushed against yours, and finally, he was buried deep inside of you, kissing your cervix with his dripping tip. you could feel him everywhere, in your heart, your mind, and your soul. you looked into his eyes, your legs trembling and your walls clenching. 

“please, move.” you begged him. 

he nodded, he was still composing himself, trying to keep himself from coming right there and then. but slowly, his hips began to thrust. pulling out and sinking back in with a slow and languid pace. each thrust of his cock got less and less painful. 

and it wasn’t long until he was thrusting at a steady pace and you were moaning loudly into the air. your nails sunk into the skin of his shoulders, dragging down his back to leave red lines all over his pale skin. 

“fuck!” you whined. 

he brought his free hand to your thigh, guiding it around his waist. his thigh moved to press down on your other leg, spreading you open for him — allowing him to fuck you deeper. your eyes shot open at the feeling of him hitting you deeper and your breath stuttered. 

he was so good, so perfect, everything you’ve ever wanted. 

“god Leon, that’s so good,” you moaned up to him. 

you were like a dream, this didn’t feel real to him but oh it was so real. you were all he’s ever wanted in a beautiful human form. everyone has abused his kindness, he was always a rookie who didn’t know better.  

to everyone in his life. all his past relationships, whether it was romantic or friendship, he spent sacrificing his goodwill. but you brought his smile back, you healed his scars, and filled the holes in his heart. you saw more than a rookie. you saw him for him.

that’s why he means it when he says:

“i love you,” his voice came out in a small moan. his abdomen was tight and he was struggling to hold on. "oh, i'm close"

“me too,” you told him. he nodded, bringing the hand on your thigh over to your swollen clit. rubbing slowly and putting just the right amount of pressure. 

you clenched around his throbbing cock, moaning out his name as your back arched off the ground. he took this chance to bring your nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. 

you snapped, stars danced behind your eyes and the pressure inside of you finally ruptured. he wasn’t far behind, groaning out your name and then sinking himself deep into you to paint your walls with his hot seed. 

his dick jumped and kicked inside of you, his muscles taut and his hand squeezing around your own. 

both of you took a minute to catch your breaths, he collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily and holding you so tight. your legs were wrapped around his hips, keeping his nestled inside of you, he’s never felt so safe in your embrace like this. 

“that was … amazing,” he spoke in between hot breaths. you chuckled, placing a kiss on his sweaty forehead. 

he pulled away from the crook of your neck, looking up at you with every emotion swimming in the pools of his eyes. 

“i love you.” 

“i love you more.” 

(divider creds to @saradika ,, photos off of pinterest)

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon kennedy fic #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy fanfic #leon kennedy re2 #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x you

[lipglossanon]

hello and welcome to my first ever promptober! 💜

as stated above, all of the stories feature Leon and a theme I’ve chosen. it’s a mix of SFW and NSFW; I’ll make sure to state the warnings clearly above each smut filled one 😉

🎃 Oct 1st

Pumpkin Patch | | Stepbro!Leon x f!reader - SFW

🎃 Oct 2nd

Apple Picking | | Sweet Stepdad!Leon x f!reader - SFW

🎃 Oct 3rd

Pumpkin Carving | | Subby stepbro!Leon x f!reader - NSFW

🎃 Oct 4th

Baking Treats | | Sweet stepdad!Leon x f!reader - SFW

🎃 Oct 5th

Trick or Treating | | Dark stepdad!Leon x f!reader - NSFW

🎃 Oct 6th

Scary Movie Marathon | | Corrupt Cop!Leon x f!reader - NSFW

🎃 Oct 7th

Decorating for Halloween | | Stepbro!Leon x f!reader - SFW

🎃 Oct 8th

Corn Maze | | Dark Stepdad!Leon x f!reader- NSFW

🎃 Oct 9th

Sweater Sharing | | Sweet stepdad!Leon x f!reader - SFW

🎃 Oct 10th

Road Trip | | Puppy!Leon x f!reader - SFW

🎃 Oct 11th

Carnival/Fall Festival | | Dogman!Leon x f!reader - SFW

🎃 Oct 12th

Sleeping In/Cozy/Rainy Day | | Stepdad!Leon x f!reader - NSFW

🎃 Oct 13th

Haunted House | | Corrupt Cop!Leon x f!reader - NSFW

🎃 Oct 14th

Bonfire | | Stepbro!Leon x f!reader - NSFW

🎃 Oct 15th

Hot Chocolate | | Subby Stepbro!Leon x f!reader - NSFW

🎃 Oct 16th

Raking Leaves/Pile | | Puppy!Leon x f!reader - SFW

🎃 Oct 17th

Hay Ride | | Las Plagas!Leon x f!reader - NSFW

🎃 Oct 18th

Forest Walk | | Subby Stepbro!Leon x f!reader - SFW

🎃 Oct 19th

Walking Through A Graveyard | | Sweet Stepdad!Leon x f!reader - SFW

🎃 Oct 20th

Telling Ghost Stories | | Stepbro!Leon x f!reader - SFW

🎃 Oct 21st

Apple Cider | | Sweet Stepdad!Leon x f!reader - NSFW

🎃 Oct 22nd

Urban Legend | | Shape Shifter/Wendigo!Leon x f!reader - NSFW

🎃 Oct 23rd

Mythical/Supernatural Being | | Vampire!Leon x f!reader - NSFW

🎃 Oct 24th

The Full Moon | | Werewolf!Leon x f!reader - NSFW

🎃 Oct 25th

Making Candy Apples | | Dogman!Leon x f!reader - NSFW

🎃 Oct 26th

Handing Out Candy | | Stepdad!Leon x f!reader - SFW

🎃 Oct 27th

Halloween Pranks | | Corrupt Cop!Leon x f!reader x Chris - NSFW

🎃 Oct 28th

Antique Shopping | | Sweet Stepdad!Leon x f!reader - NSFW

🎃 Oct 29th

Power Outage/Candles | | Las Plagas!Leon x f!reader - NSFW

🎃 Oct 30th

Costumes! | | Dark Stepdad!Leon x f!reader - NSFW

🎃 Oct 31st

Halloween Sleepover | | Stepbro!Leon x f!reader x Krauser - NSFW

Divider from @firefly-graphics

#promptober 2023 #lipglossanon promptober 2023 #lipglossanon #lipglossanon masterlist #masterlist #navigation #leon s kennedy #stepcest #stepdad!leon s kennedy #alcoholic sweet stepdad!leon s kennedy #dark stepdad!leon s kennedy #stepbro!leon s kennedy #subby stepbro!leon s kennedy #dogman!leon s kennedy #puppy!leon s kennedy #corrupt cop!leon s kennedy #vampire!leon s kennedy #werewolf!leon s kennedy

[mandalhoerian]

ghost to its haunt, I | leon kennedy x reader

read part 1: moth to a flame pairing: leon kennedy x f!reader summary: Even if it is full of love, all a ghost can do is haunt. But this time, it has to be different. word count: 6K warnings: angst, hurt no comfort, peppers of fluff as a treat, smut (blink and you'll miss it), leon being feral from day one like seriously he's unhinged, his negative self-talk notes: this installment comes in two chapters. chapter two is still being written and will be published and linked here when i'm done. header template can be found here. we're nearly at the end besties, thank you for sticking with me until the end, and please enjoy.

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i. Leon knew right from day one when you’d breached the solitary safety of his shadowed corner in the bar of his unusual drinking choice, that you were tempting and twice as dangerous as a mirage to a parched man lost in the desert. 

In the pleasantly neon-lit sanctuary of a bustling bar, amidst the cacophony of clinking glasses and spirited conversations, he stuck out like a sore thumb with the air of melancholy around him, making people near his booth uneasy with the way he was observing everything — to them, he was not to be approached, as if one look to his way would be enough for him to start a fight, but in reality it was his inability to relax in crowds, subconscious calculating for unlikely scenarios to unfold and contingency plans on how to get away. Yet he’d wanted to come here just once anyway, see what made here one of Major Krauser’s favorites, it was psychological torture, but Leon did it to himself anyway, knowing so.  

You came to Leon first when nobody would approach him, setting a starting point of the pattern in your relationship where this’d be repeating over and over again. 

The stifling hot humidity of the South American forest and how heavier the stench of blood stuck at the back of his nose still followed him around months after, and you tracked the trail like a shark in the water, it was in the way you’d been openly watching him upon spotting him in his corner, in the way you slid towards him in the booth, eyes glinting, seeking, curious, expecting — giving straight away of how fresh you were to this compared to the poor unfortunate soul before you chasing after Operation Javier. 

You looked young, around his age, but had a certain softness and eagerness that reminded him of an unprepared rookie back in 1998, so before you could get a word in, he’d said, “I suggest you walk away for your own safety. You know how this ends.”  

You know how this ends. 

Such first words. What a way to doom an entire relationship and a person. 

If Leon knew how his words had shaped the reality he’d chosen, he’d have gone with something promising, more open, like, “How’d you know I wanted company?” — he’d expressed himself more, made his attraction more prominent, secured you to him better, but he was always about safety and protection, wasn’t he? Paranoid beyond belief, self-sabotaging. Of course he’d warned you about taking caution so you wouldn’t get hurt, especially given what had happened to the previous journalist looking into the operation. 

Your reaction to this was opting to buy him a drink instead of getting intimidated. Leon had made it clear over and over again he wouldn’t tell you anything and to go your own way. You didn’t know anything about him other than being a connection of the White House to Operation Javier somehow and he certainly wouldn’t be the one reporting this back to the base, so he made sure this was about saving one more person’s life from being ruined in vain even after this brief encounter had led to a hasty hookup in a bathroom stall and eventually to a hotel room like he was some teenager with no control over his dick —

You had ruined everything. 

Unabashedly interested in him and just pushing, eager, genuine, passionate as you kept talking about your job in wanting to expose corruption the more he kept things dry and silent, and he just saw the same spark in you that he had once; how naive, how idiotic, how endearing — such respect-worthy dignity and enthusiasm and drive that you had managed to find him of all people in your pursuit. He’d never been attracted to anyone quite like this, not the same way with Ada, not in that elusively mysterious and alluring, dangerous and unapproachable, thrilling distance, but the other end of the spectrum, the sort that fed on kinship and admiration that made him want to protect you from what he knew would happen if you kept going like this. 

Jesus, it should have been discouraging you from this path and nothing more, instead, Leon had been randomly snapped out of years of dissociation and autopilot since Raccoon City, and for what? Mind-blowing sex he didn’t even know was coming for his throat on a random fall night in 2002? 

Really, it was his routine being broken that had done it.

His life was meticulously governed by strict routines and unwavering habits, as if each day were a precisely choreographed fight, a paragon of order and structure. Leon’s world thrived on meticulous organization, where every document, tool, and weapon had its designated place. Even the symmetry of his living space mirrored the precision of his mind, with every item aligned flawlessly, punctuality eventually becoming second nature to him, his internal clock a finely tuned instrument, ensuring he was never a moment late, not at all a result of being late in his first day as a cop. Time was a precious commodity, a resource he safeguarded fiercely, as he understood that even the smallest delay could have dire consequences. This devotion to structure allowed him to remain laser-focused on his objectives, and also avoid hellish punishments back at Offutt Air Force Base located near Omaha, Nebraska where he had spent quite some time as a special agent trainee.

Military would make a clockwork out of anyone, but being trained under Major Krauser had turned him into a well-oiled machine that only had training and mission objectives in mind. Leon used to be highly adaptable and open to surprises before, but his encounter with you had revealed just how unprepared and anxious to impulses he’d been molded to become. Spontaneity had ended up a stranger to him, an unwelcome disruption that threatened to dismantle his carefully constructed world, and as an extension, anything else was regarded as losing control — which was, an unthinkable notion; he had been trained to maintain composure in the most chaotic of situations. 

There wasn’t even the semblance of composure in how he handled you. 

Never in his wildest dreams would he entertain the thought of someone managing to unbelievably, randomly, turn him on so uncontrollably one day that he’d lose his mind enough to risk public indecency in a fucking bathroom stall with pants around his ankles not only once, but twice. 

Sitting on the toilet with your back to his chest, one leg spread wide open over his knee and the other hiked up in the air from his elbow, you basically limp in his arms as all you could concentrate on was shutting your mouth tight enough not to make noise as he wildly bounced you up and down on his lap — and the next thing he knew after blowing his load right after with no rest whatsoever was that he had you flat against the graffiti-stained door separating a bunch of girls from what the two of you were doing, one hand clamped on your mouth, having you press your thighs together so he could languidly slip back and forth against the tight crevice of your wetness and the plushness combined that he had to use all his control for the door to not rattle and feeling your pussy spasm each time he grazed your clit, his head buried in the crook of your neck whispering filth he didn’t know his mind was capable of conjuring right to your ear with no filter —- how much of a pervert you were to be enjoying this when all it had to take was a peep from you for people right in front of you to discover you were getting off to the thought the humiliation of being looked at while getting fucked from behind, all the while it was Leon who was dying to explode from how horny he was that it was unbearably painful. 

And the only thing he could think about was to hell with it all and the hammering of his heart to hear you moan uncontrollably, he could just plunge inside you right then and there, had to bite down on your clothed shoulder to hold back the impulse, hell, it took everything in him to keep his breathing steady and not heave, every second the girls didn’t leave was dragged torture, his legs were trembling from holding back and the sheer excitement, but holy shit was it concentrated ecstasy that had his eyes rolling behind his head when they had finally left and he’d rammed himself in to the hilt so forcefully that the hinges of the door had almost broken off.

You had consumed him whole, your skin, your scent, your taste, wrapping him in a cocoon of warmth and pleasure and just digesting his whole being that he didn’t even have one grain of logic or common sense as a pea brain or nothing — just that he wanted to keep fucking and it was so soft and everything just felt so good and good god Leon was going to have an aneurysm from overheating because of you.    

The post-nut clarity after all that was interesting to say the least. 

A blood clot had to have shot up to his brain for his sanity to have snapped like that … And for him to think this wasn’t enough and he wanted more as you rested in his embrace — in a fucking bathroom stall. He wasn’t a people person. He simply didn’t do this shit in the first place, what was even happening?

Leon didn’t know what to be embarrassed about: of himself for doing this kind of thing in a place like this or disrespectfully exerting a woman to this degree, he had no idea whatsoever where all the talk about getting discovered had come from, didn’t that make Leon the pervert? Good lord. 

He had to be thankful that you were coming down from a high and had no energy to turn around and look at his face, because you surely would see him transition from all shades of red out of shame. What the actual hell had come over him?  

Leon was made aware that night that it’d been such a long time since he’d felt such a visceral physical response to someone that his whole body was in a flushed flurry — the kind of intensity that hadn’t even scraped the top of his heated need, he couldn’t even think before suggesting you two take this to somewhere else better that he could drown in this feeling some more. 

The man who said this basking in your afterglow and the man who warned you about how this ended were two different people. 

The man at the very beginning of this would have known better than to let himself indulge in you. 

But your pull was worse than that of a black hole’s, and in Leon’s mind, him taking you to a hotel room was equivalent in his mind to tossing you over his shoulder like an impatient caveman foaming at the mouth, and he knew he’d looked so constipated and unenthusiastic about it back then because he was trying to keep his shit together and not let his libido rush straight to his head, it was absolutely batshit crazy that his mouth was fucking salivating over you and he had to physically fight not to get hard where he stood, especially after having a taste of how you melted in his arms and he just couldn’t keep his together and — this was unreal, Leon had never went into a frenzy over someone before and you’d just taken it. 

He wanted to be gentle, enjoy it, savor it, and you weren’t even going anywhere, but even after he’d gotten him and you a room, Leon had taken you like he hadn’t fucked in his life before, like his dick had gotten hard for the first time in his life, and pathetically like he was desperate for his skin to touch another human being’s — and you… 

You. 

You had made everything worse. 

He still remembered that exact moment when your hands found his hair, the gentleness of the caressing contrasting his rough rutting, he remembered how the rhythmic squeaking of the bed stuttered and gave it right away that he was caught off guard even though his head was buried in the cushion of your tits — embarrassing, utterly disgraceful, all that you’d done was pet his fucking head and his heart had purred like a goddamn cat, and even more shameful was that he’d come right on the spot when you’d started pulling on his strands, Jesus fuck, he wanted to die on the spot. 

One condom change and a carry to the bed later (because Leon had shattered upon passing the threshold of the hotel door and he’d wrapped your legs around his hips and had you against the door, again) things had finally begun to become mellow and sensual as he’d started enjoying you, significantly calmer and more collected compared to before, paying more attention to how you liked it and what you liked, where you liked better, putting those observational skills to more gratifying uses. 

Somehow this was the most satiated he’d been yet, actually taking in the sight of you struggling against the pleasure brought him the unexpectedly superior fulfillment to chasing his own height. He was alerted and awake, sensitive to the very last cell watching you, endeared, wanting to give you every last drop of euphoria he could just to see how you’d react to it. And the more he explored, the more he couldn’t get enough, so adorable, so sexy, so hot, how could he take pleasure in making someone cry? How and why the hell couldn’t his dick stay down for five minutes? 

By the time he’d finally become downright spent and quenched the fire inside, the sun had already risen, the floor was just littered with ripped condom packets, you were covered in hickeys, bite marks and bruises that he’d questioned if he was a feral animal, and the sheets were… disgusting. 

Leon was a repenting sinner with an imaginary tail between his tails when he’d wrapped you in clean linen and laid you on the sofa, changed the sheets, and straightened the pillows, getting you to pee and drawing a bath for you afterwards, it was mortifying he’d made you basically unable to walk for the time being, and he surely didn’t deserve your insistence that you two share the bath together, twice as horrified and disturbed at the tender intimacy with which you’d washed him, warm fingers massaging his scalp almost lulling him to sleep.  

Sharing the room service breakfast, streaks of golden sunlight of the early hours washing your face and making the white of your bathrobe glow as he tried not to make it obvious he was ogling, you’d tricked him into promising you a date for all that he’d put you through that night, you’d be calling in sick; and Leon was covering his face in guilt and embarrassment inside even though all that he’d presented you was an abashed grin and an, “As the lady wishes.” — stupidly giddy enough to have lowered his guard (like that idiot in 1998) that you hadn’t suggested this because you wanted information out of him but were genuinely interested in his company, in him. 

He wasn’t overthinking it back then, just reveling in your presence, luxuriating in the fluffy, satisfied, peaceful feeling, new to him, not afraid of how it could be ephemeral. He was drunk, and not conscious about the fact just yet.  

The withdrawals had hit right after parting ways with you — this was a mistake, this was a huge mistake, he shouldn’t have promised anything, he shouldn’t even have done this in the first place. Leon had no time for this, couldn’t even keep a plant alive if he committed, didn’t know how it’d work, nobody was allowed to know about the kind of work he did, the world of bioterrorism was a secret kept so tightly it became nooses around the necks of nosey individuals. 

He just couldn’t allow himself to loosen the leash around his normal because if he did let go of himself, he would make a mistake. That mistake could doom you. 

More importantly than it not being fair to you, he’d be putting you in danger just by being in your proximity. 

All that fretting around, putting the stress of wishing to see you again but the garbage feeling he mustn’t (that he hadn’t expected to make him this moody) into exercising more intensely than before, and ending up scaring the folks around the office unintentionally in work, only to feel immediately like spring had come at the drop of a hat when you’d called saying because he hadn’t, apparently, and you were waiting for him. 

This was terrifying. How you made him feel... It was entirely out of his control. 

I suggest you walk away for your own safety. You know how this ends.

Leon should have kept telling this to himself. 

ii. The date was at your place, planned from start to finish by you, an attentiveness and special treatment he didn’t deserve, but Leon got warm inside anyway, especially after you said this seemed like the better option since he didn’t seem to do well in crowds. Something about him being noticed on this kind of personal level had caused him to confuse his right from his left and he was sure his palms were sticky just from that and the way you smiled. 

You’d said you wanted to get to know him, and Leon unfortunately didn’t have enough going out experience to decide if cooking together and then sitting down to solve a murder mystery game was the most creative thing ever or not, because he thought it was. 

At the end of this, he knew you much better, and had shown you himself in a way that wouldn’t be possible by answering questions. 

Leon had approached the murder mystery solving game with a calculated and analytical mindset, trained to think strategically, he had diligently assessed every clue, scrutinizing them for hidden meanings and connections. He hadn’t meant to get invested this much, but he had ended up approaching the game like a covert operation and a blast from the past to his police academy days, examining evidence with sharp attention to detail and requiring evidence instead of just a hunch like you kept hitting him with. Each clue was like a piece of intel, and he’d taken the murder of Mrs. Huntington very seriously. Relying on his instincts, leveraging his experience in decoding complex situations to unravel the layers of the mystery, his logical thinking and ability to tackle every single thread of this one by one had brought structure and organization to their investigative process.

In contrast, you had embraced the game with innate curiosity and unlike him, a childlike interest — like a game should be perceived. As an investigative journalist, he’d seen that you had a natural knack for delving deep into stories and uncovering hidden narratives, embarking on the game with a keen eye for the human element, looking beyond the surface level clues to understand the motivations and emotions of the characters involved. You thrived on the adrenaline rush of piecing together the puzzle, always seeking out the next lead or breakthrough, and brainstorming on the possibilities, which clashed with Leon, leading to a sort of bickering that was entertaining, really. Your inquisitive nature and intuition led you to explore alternative perspectives, constantly questioning assumptions and seeking out overlooked details.

When was the last time he’d had this much fun? Leon didn’t remember. 

All that you’d given him that night was a kiss, he hadn’t minded you halting things before the heavy makeout session that had his brain melting like jello could escalate into something more, and he definitely didn’t mind being hypnotized into saying yes for doing this again sometime in the future — when he should have cut things off. 

Leon really couldn’t seem to think coherently around you.

And, despite his better judgment, there was a third time. There also was a fourth. A fifth. A sixth. Seventh. Until he forgot it was a matter of numbers and he simply kept seeing you — that was it. 

Amidst the unlabeled dates that unfolded between you and Leon, there was an undeniable disparity in your cooking styles. While he considered himself a decent cook, you couldn't help but find his dishes lacking in flavor and spice, often describing them as bland. Nonetheless, there was a silver lining to this culinary discrepancy: Leon's competence in the kitchen ensured that all ten of his fingers remained intact, a feat that seemed elusive whenever you attempted to prepare a meal.

Your culinary misadventures had reached a crescendo one fateful day, as Leon returned home to a scene of chaos. The kitchen lay in disarray, food scattered about, a bloody rag, and a knife ominously present. Heart shooting up to his throat, he practically shouted, "Oh my god, what the hell happened?"

It was then that you revealed your mishap, a deep and severe cut that required stitches. Despite the severity of the injury, you had opted not to seek medical attention to avoid the burden of an exorbitant bill. Unbeknownst to you, Leon possessed exceptional suturing skills, honed through the necessity of tending to his own wounds after the hazards of his missions. He hadn't disclosed this fact of course, but rather emphasized his meticulousness when it came to first aid that he’d taken a course on it in the past.

He kept on boomeranging back to you every time he regretted the previous entanglement the morning after, dreading this was bound to end badly and he should leave you alone. He could… He could get sex elsewhere, he was a dog on a leash because stumbling on physical compatibility on this level had made him an idiot, that must have been it, he thought.  

But that wasn’t the issue at all. Nothing had thrown him off and even affected his daily life the way your absence did. It wasn’t craving the skin contact and fantasizing about the next affair that did Leon the damage, it was simply wanting to see you and be by you that even his appetite was lost along the way — he had been scared of what this was. The utter enormity of it made him panic. 

In the depths of his soul, a bubbling longing simmered up and up, getting close to the surface the more he deprived himself of you, taking over him with an intensity that defied description. His heart echoed with the fading echoes of your laughter, a melody he yearned to hear once more and came back to him when he least expected it — in the field he could chase away all thoughts and concentrate, but in the waking moments devoid of action, his thoughts collapsed toward you, unable to escape the gravitational pull of your absence. A hunger, primal and unyielding, gnawed at his core, a hunger for the touch of your hand in his hair, the warmth of your embrace, the nightmare-free, cloud-soft sleeps by your side. He’d come to find solace in fragments of memories, savoring the remnants of your presence, like faded polaroids etched in his mind. It was unbelievable to notice the world around him grew muted and colorless, as if drained of life's vibrancy, each passing day intensifying the ache, searing his heart with an inconsolable longing, fueling he urge he kept resisting to bridge the chasm of his own making that separated him and you. 

Leon had to accept he liked you despite himself, liked you to the point of no return, and that he was afraid to admit the stronger word. 

iii. He couldn’t tell you who he truly was and precisely because of that, couldn’t fully let you in. 

Countless reasons came up to defend why this was for the best — it not only protected his heart but also protected you by keeping you at a certain distance from all of this ridiculous baggage…

And he took notice of you noticing and being accepting regardless, settling for whatever you could when you shouldn’t. 

He was such a selfish man to keep taking advantage of that to stay however he was able to, a hedgehog’s dilemma. 

Leon had managed to find boundaries of your unpredictability and had managed to establish a routine, an ebb and flow of some sorts, entirely dependent on the volatile schedule of his missions that you had no idea of and tried acting nonchalant about — the absences, the bruises, the emotional unavailability after losses he had to keep to himself. He had to be wearing you down, crawling back through the dirt and the blood and the undying monstrosities only to be mute about everything and go straight for your embrace in search of a moment's peace. 

And what about you?   

The part of himself that was still sane knew he was making you suffer because of his selfishness, stringing you along in this unlabeled affair with the excuse it was with your eventual well-being in mind when it was easier for him — in the sense that if it came to the worst, you’d be able to come out of this on top and just hate and keep blaming him so you wouldn��t be hurt in the long run. 

But it was selfish, he still wanted to keep being around you, though, didn’t have the right or face to say he wanted you, so orbiting you was the best he could afford to do. 

Just for a little longer. A bit more. 

Leon wished you would be done with him and tell him to leave you alone so he could finally get out of your life for good, but in all his returns you welcomed him coming back with open arms. It was the garden of Eden and he didn’t belong there, feeling like a pillager sneaking in and getting whatever he wanted and fucking right off afterwards, each and every time leaving you with less and less and a faded viridescence. 

But he couldn’t stay. Not for as long as he wanted. Never in the way you deserved. 

And before Leon knew it, he and you had toppled two years of his bullshit — and you were still here throughout it all.. 

In 2004, the truth of bioterrorism and the existence of monstrous abominations with no regard for human ethics were thrust upon the world, and wiped yet another Raccoon City off from the map of the mediterranean — and things got so much more confusing in regards to what was allowed to be secret or not.

Unbeknownst to you, it was this incident that unknowingly contributed to the growing rift between you. Leon carried the heavy burden of witnessing the President's decision to deny AUPIT’s assistance to the FBC, leaving him as a mere bystander while hundreds of lives were lost due to the incompetence and inexperience of those involved. Even Terrasave, an organization not known for its extraction expertise, fared better in their efforts.

The Terragrigia Panic became a turning point, a catalyst for Leon's introspection, the weight of the world he couldn’t lift one finger to help pressed upon him, driving him towards self-destruction and an ever-deepening spiral of despair, soul scarred by the consequences of inaction and the haunting memories of present lives lost and a past city long in the dust. He questioned the system that bound his hands, preventing him from making the difference he so desperately yearned for. It was during these tumultuous times that you stood by him, unaware of the inner battles he fought and the toll it took on his well-being, and it made him feel so much worse about everything. 

His heart trammeled with the inevitable conclusion he could no longer ignore, he made the painful decision to set you free from the grip of his own shortcomings. Overwhelmed by a sense of unworthiness and consumed by his own greed, he knew he had to release you, unable to bear the weight of his own inadequacy any longer.

The timing, eerily close to the anniversary of the day he first met you, held a bitter irony. It was as if fate had conspired to test the limits of his resolve, presenting him with the most challenging mission of his life just as he made this life-altering choice. Bound for Spain, his path was paved with uncertainty, fraught with danger — but he’d sworn that things would be different this time and he could actually return, reformed and squeaky clean, somehow this mission could be his saving grace and actually wipe his brain clean of grime and rust.

The break-up had loomed before Leon like an impending storm, and he had steeled himself for the emotional turbulence that would surely follow, however, what caught him off guard was the resignation from you, as if you had anticipated his intentions and thoughts, ready to release him with open arms — eager to say yes the moment the words would slip out of his mouth. 

Devastated would be an understatement to describe him — he’d sat frozen on the kitchen chair, his mind a tempest of confusion and disbelief, the composed and scripted nature of your words waterboarding him as you continued to speak, nonchalantly expressing your expectations of this inevitable departure. You seemed braced, almost as if you had been reading his mind, as if you knew this day would come. The nonchalant manner in which you spoke of his leaving, seemingly devoid of any emotional attachment, tore at his heart. It was like time itself had paused, and Leon felt the dissociation creep in, his mind unable to process the scale of what was happening, the world around him blurring, finding himself lost in a void of numbness. How could it be that you were so ready to let him go? How could you speak of no hard feelings when his heart was shattering into countless fragments?

Yeah, right. 

Betrayal was it. 

He’d felt betrayed by you when he had no right to be angry like that — because he had warned you right from the start. 

You know how this ends. 

You’d taken his advice. Leon should have, as well. 

iv. It wasn’t only his jacket that’d got taken away by the village freaks, but also the watch you had given him as a gift — which the loss of was more personal and lethal to him.

And he had no time to look for it between saving and taking care of Ashley and trying to navigate a much bigger conspiracy. 

Coming to terms with the fact that it was gone, just like you, seemed poetically fitting, a form of karma that he should lose a memento of you when he hadn't proven himself deserving of it in the first place.

At the back of his mind was the memory of you trying to act like it wasn’t for anything special when Leon knew it was the first anniversary of the day you and he met, you just didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, walking around eggshells around him with the vaguest boundaries and definitions unspelled so he wouldn’t run away — Leon knew all too well. 

He had mentioned going for some type of Casio G-Shock when recounting he’d been meaning to buy a new one, and you’d apparently paid attention to that, not at all questioning why he would want a solar powered watch with 1312 ft. of water resistance — and had given him another much more sporty Longines stainless steel chronograph watch on the side, absolutely humbling him on the spot with just how much money you had to have spent on these two — and the amount of thought you had put into it. 

Modifications on both watches were specifically allowed by him, he'd gotten your initials and the Roman symbols of that day in the fall of 2002 engraved at the back of them to deceive himself, interchangeably using them, the Casio one in the missions, and the Longines in casual days, not bothering to buy any other watch for himself after that. You would see him wearing it all the time, but fortunately for his abashed pride, never commented on it, having no idea just how important they were to him. 

And it was Ada who casually reunited him with it, her throw of the watch certainly gentler than that of the jet ski key’s, as she was walking away with the Amber, a mysterious, knowing glance in his way, a perfectly shaped smile on her glossy lips. “Here. Consider this an equal exchange. Learn to take better care of special things, Leon.”

Somehow she wasn’t just talking about the watch and it irritated him, but she was right. 

v. The depths of Leon's feelings for you were intertwined with an overwhelming sense of terror. 

It terrified him to realize how much he needs you, how your presence has become an integral part of his existence, that you were now the surface he swam up to breathe after hours in the dark of the ocean, and the desire for reciprocation, for you to need him just as deeply, and knowing that you do but unable to bring himself to do anything about it, all filled him with longing and apprehension, both holding hands hiding behind the walls of his own making, pulling each other back as they kept watching you from afar. 

He feared that he may not be enough for you, that his flaws and past were going to inevitably cause harm and ruin.

The emotions that surged through him when you were near, the way his heart raced and his thoughts became consumed — it was new, it was unknown, it was exhilarating, it was petrifying. The spotlight of the vulnerability he’s put in was a double-edged sword, for it exposed him to the potential for joy, but also, immense pain. 

He could lose everything and it would lay waste to his soul, yet in the face of this fear, he couldn’t bear the thought of pushing you away completely, because the terror of being without you somehow had become equally paralyzing that he couldn’t breathe in the PTSD-rooted nightmares of them anymore.

Thus, you had found yourselves trapped in a state of limbo, unsure of where to go or how to proceed, but it was his fault, he thought of himself as a flightless bird sitting up on a roof with you, who could obviously fly; if he attempted to follow you he could fall, if he let you go you would migrate to warmer lands and would never come back. so you were both stuck there, and none of the scenarios involved — what if he could also fly? What if he could do what he thought he wasn’t capable of?

The thought of losing you now, after experiencing the depth of how far he could go with you; the promise, the mirage, the illusion, the dream, was a sense of impending devastation. And yet, he was plagued by the fear that it may already be too late to salvage what he once had with you. What he could have with you, if he allowed himself to surrender — 

Leon had changed, he wasn’t the same person, but he also hadn’t changed, hadn’t lost himself no matter the cost, hadn’t strayed from the original path he was treading on — he was capable of saving people, capable of changing the ending.  

Spain was as traumatizing as it was eye-opening and life-changing, through the reunion with Ada, the betrayal of Major Krauser, the loss of Luis and the successful extraction of Ashley, one single thread of hope had been holding Leon up and running:

He had to get back to you. 

He would come back to you, no matter what, even from the grave, even knowing there was a chance you wouldn’t take him back. To hell with taking comfort in a self-defined ending, to hell with the facade of protecting you when it was just protecting him, to hell with everything. 

This time, it had to be different. 

#leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s. kennedy x reader #leon kennedy fanfic #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy smut #quote in the summary belongs to baneofambitions

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SUBSTITUTE LOVER !

ft. jack krauser x fem!reader, jack krauser x leon s. kennedy

tags. p in v, daddy-daughter incest, internalised homophobia, referenced domestic abuse, use of the f slur im so sorry, some kreon, smut, a little voyeurism, blood at the end

note. commission for @d10nyx !!!! feeding people what they want :3 nyxie wyxie i hope this is good n i hope u enjoy it!!!!’ LUV U MWAH.. ignore any mistakes… my editing sucks 😓 goes back n forth between krauser n reader pov pretty fast n the smut is a little boring 😓 pretend bootcamp is like not super top secret !!! also idk how american military works so ignore my attempt at that

As a young girl, you understand love to be an unconditional, non-negotiable and non-refundable thing. It’s human nature to love, it is your god given right to love and for your father to deny you of the only thing your heart knows to do—It’s downright cruel.

He’s a military man and that comes with perks. You get to visit his platoon and get an eyeful of bulging quads and strong jaws and sweaty abs— That is the only perk now that you think about it. Oh, and that cute blond dude who still has all his hair. Duh. Otherwise he wouldn’t be blond. He’s a total babe and when he smiles, blinking at you with feline eyes as he watches quietly from behind his bangs, you find yourself keeling over to support the weight of your aching heart.

(Pussyache, heartache, it’s all the same to you.)

Whenever you ask your dad what’s so special about him, why’s he got such shiny hair? What shampoo does he use? Is it a medical condition, does he have to keep the hair? Does his head get cold or something? He goes all stiff like you’ve asked too much of him, which you never have, you ask for nothing but love.

Ever since your mother left—Well, no it’s not even that. He didn’t change when she left. Dad is the same ol’ dad you’ve had for years. Jack is Jack and your mother isn’t going to change that, she didn’t change that, so she left and never looked back. She left you ‘cause you’re Jack’s girl and nothing is going to change that. You carry a part of your father wherever you go and that would be unwelcome in her house. She told you over the phone that she no longer needed all that medication - it was just your father.

Oh, he’s not so bad. Jack keeps you fed and clothed and what else are you meant to expect from a dad? No dads love is adequate to the way you love them. Never has and never will be.

Still, he’s changed and that you’re sure of.

His temper is short, you’re well aware. You live with the guy, of course you know all about it. He flips out when the toilet lid isn’t closed, and when you give him a gentle reminder that you don’t carry the same junk he does down there, Jack gives you the cold shoulder. It’s all about gentle parenting with your dad, but the sulking has escalated into full blown temper tantrums and you don’t know where you’ve gone wrong.

Dad’s never gotten physical. Until he does. And now you don’t remember a time where he was ever kind. You’re beaten into a pulp by the hand that feeds you and you’re not quite sure where it all went wrong, what you’ve done to be on the receiving end of such intense resentment.

All you’ve ever known is a man devoted to anger, but he’s not violent. Your dad is not violent. He’s the one who picked you up when you toppled over, he taught you how to ride a bike and he put you on his shoulders to see the world from his point of view— And that is it really. Nothing more, nothing less.

You don’t have daddy issues so to say, more so it’s your father that has issues in general, and those issues are untouched by any flame, they burn brighter than tiger eyes. It seems that they’ve started to fracture, and now the only thing that brings him relief is his fist on your supple skin, a cathartic end to a hard fucking day.

Let’s get one thing straight - Jack Krauser is not a faggot. Jack had a wife and he fucked that wife in the marriage bed once and they never fucked again. You were conceived on the first try.

A faggot couldn’t do that.

It starts with Leon S. Kennedy. He’s wet behind the ears and wet in his pink mouth and pink hole. He stares at Jack like he’s seen something nice, then he looks away a moment later, unable to hold his gaze.

Jack Krauser isn’t gay. It just gets lonely out here. It gets hard to keep his men in line and nothing scares them more than dick. Jack Krauser is not gay—And when Kennedy’s tight little hole cranks him in like a wine cork, it means nothing. This is how you get through to insolent brats, it’s the only way, no other method has worked as well as this.

If Jack Krauser was gay he would lounge in the bunk with Kennedy, he would tenderly wipe the sweat from his blond brows and kiss him stupid. But he does none of that. Kennedy is sent to shower, limping as he goes.

(Not before Jack gives him a nice hard smack on his backside and tells him to Pack it up, Boy Scout. Not before Leon presses his nose into the hollows of his neck, his boyish beam is that of a cat that got the cream, sweat gleaming to highlight the shape of his collarbones.)

So yeah. Jack is straight, and he can prove it. He would be able to prove it but the only bitch for miles left him. There’s you. But that’s fucked up. Jack wouldn’t go there.

Then you start to ask questions about Kennedy. And of course it’s him, with the petal lips and tawny lashes that remind Jack of toffee drizzled on coffee cake, of course he caught your attention— Of course he did.

(Like father, like daughter.)

You prod and he snaps, icy eyes a frigid landscape as his gaze pierces you with bone-chilling intensity. You shift from foot to foot, toying with loose threads at the hemline of your frayed nightdress.

“Sorry, dad.” You look down at your feet, wiggle your toes against the kitchen tiles and get sent into the edge of the counter when Jack lands a solid hit on your cheek.

Why, he oughta use some of that military training on you. Not the dick. Not ‘cause he’s gay, but because you’re his daughter. Obviously.

Definitely not ‘cause he’s gay.

Jack could fuck you if he really wanted. You have some, uh, assets. Yeah, you have tits, those are interesting. You have an ass, that’s nice. Got a pussy, an extra bonus. All of those are things that Jack loves. Really, he does, and he doesn’t need to prove it to anyone.

Jack takes your chin in his crushing grip, tilts your head to the left and then to the right, you tremble and make yourself small, clutching at the counter behind like you intend to saw yourself in half so your top half can make a quick escape.

“Dad…” Your little hand wraps around his wrist, fingers barely touching as you try to get him off, shaken up by his sudden burst of violence. “I’m sorry.”

He grunts, releasing you from his hold and watching your body crumple in on itself. You cup your cheek to check for damage, pressing the pads of your fingers into your jaw with a groan.

It throbs with each pulse of Jack’s heart.

You think your dad has a crush on the rookie. It might be a stretch, but he never looked at your mom that way. It transcends love and turns into hatred and heat ‘cause your dad is incapable of producing any positive feelings towards anyone ever. You would know that better than anyone, you know him better than anyone, better than he knows himself.

His tongue runs along his white canines as he watches Kennedy hold a plank and man, he’s got it bad for the rookie. You don’t blame him - look at that form, at that ass. Dad has good taste, he gets it! Now that the two of you have found some common ground, maybe he’ll stop backhanding you into next year.

Kennedy’s given mercy by your oh-so gracious father and his body caves in, hitting the mud with a soft thump—He gets up ass first and you suck in a breath at the same time your dad lets one out. His hips raise and his hands find grip in the ground before he plants his feet, lifting his body despite the discomfort that tinges his muscles. Kennedy hobbles away and you love watching him leave. Dad must think the same ‘cause he reaches down to adjust his cargos. Gross.

You catch them in the showers a week later.

You got bored waiting around for him, okay? The showers were your main priority—Not to see this, but to catch some hunks mid scrub down and turn the place into a porn set. Life has a funny way of taking all your wants and twisting them into half-wants. Seeing Leon naked? Great, amazing, no notes. Seeing your father naked? Dear fucking lord, you need a bullet put through your brain stat.

They're giving each other a muscle massage or whatever. Code for the most tender groping you have ever seen in your life. Dad cradles the back of Leon’s head sweetly. Jesus, you don’t think you’ve ever used that word to describe him. Their lips brush and Kennedy is the one that pulls back, Jack’s head moves forward to chase them, settling with ghosting kisses along the soft skin of Leon’s neck, dotted in cocoa dust moles and a protruding Adam’s apple that gets the same delicate treatment. Along with a quick lick that draws a moan from the base of Leon’s throat.

You think you might be intruding on something more personal than sex. Holy fuck, you didn’t know your dad could do personal, you didn’t know he had the ability to love so ardently. To love at all. What a dick. You don’t know whether to look away or not.

Like, Leon is—He’s cute. You like when his feathery lashes dust his cheeks each time he closes his eyes, you like how his body, soft with baby fat, gives away to the roughness of your father’s touch. The flesh of his hips divots when Jack grips them. Your father presses his back to the cool shower wall, the buttery flesh of Leon’s ass moulds to the shape of his fingers when he tugs him close to his broad chest— Cute, he has back dimples. Jack slots his thumbs in them, and then he makes the mistake of lifting his eyes from Leon’s angel face.

The running water is not enough to stop him from spotting you, head poked into the shower room as you gape. For your sake, you dip out the door to make your exit and head back to the car, not sure on whether you should be traumatised or enlightened by the possibly harrowing image that’s burned into your retinas like the worst form of LASIK.

The ride home is silent. Dad is silent most of the time, he talks but not to you. There’s one thing to talk about, but you doubt either of you want to touch on that.

Jack lets you in first. The door clicks shut behind him and you’re both alone. He’s always alone with you. He’s never missed his wife until this very moment. Not out of love for her, but out of pure convenience. She would break up the silence, she would remind him that he is in fact attracted to women and what you saw back there was nothing. Hell, he could give you another sibling if you asked—He could do that.

In one try, like a real man.

He could get it up, he can get it up, he only gets it up for women. Kennedy is the closest thing to a girl, alright? That’s all there is. Wait till you find out about what they do in prison. Every guy at camp has had a turn with Kennedy—That’s just how it works. It’s not about being gay, it’s not— It’s just tradition, isn’t it? Picking on pretty boys like that, it’s the only way to get rid of all that pent up testosterone or whatever it is that swelters within Jack.

When you turn on your heels to leave for your bedroom, Jack calls your name. You freeze so fast it’s almost comical. Like you’re playing musical chairs.

“Yes, dad?” Your gaze is stuck to your white socks, the print of the floorboards is mighty interesting.

His brow dips and his scowl morphs into a pained smile that brings you more fear than comfort, his hand is heavy on your shoulder and Jack thinks this expression suits you well.

“You think you're smart?” Barging in like that, making assumptions that only women would make—You don’t get it. You’ll never get it.

“No, sir.” The chill that runs down your spine straightens it.

“On your knees, girl.” The way you’re looking at him—He hates it. You think you got him all figured out, putting him together like a puzzle, but you’re missing one piece—He’s not gay.

“No,” you say while doing as he says.

(Kennedy does that, cries out No! as the plush of his ass meets Jack’s thighs, as he fucks himself like a faggot on a dick that belongs to a man who once had a wife, a man with a daughter.)

“Dad, no—Daddy, I’m sorry, I didn’t even see anything.” You hang your head, pleading with the ground as Jack fishes his soft cock from his cargos, refusing to meet the tip with your eyes.

Your apology is lost to the softness of his dick, hanging huge and limp against his thigh like a deflated balloon. Fuck—No, no, it’s not because Jack is gay, it’s the daughter thing. You’re his daughter, and to get hard at the sight of your daughter would only ever elicit a prison sentence.

“Daddy,” you try again, cradling what you have with him close to your chest, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry—Please, daddy, I don’t—Dad.” You fail to plead your case, you fail to garner any interest from his cock. “If it’s about—I don’t like him, I don’t like Leon, dad, you can have him, he’s all yours I swear—Just don’t do this to me, daddy, please.”

Jack’s cock twitches at the mere mention of his name.

“What did I tell you ‘bout running that stupid mouth of yours, girl? Where are your fuckin’ manners?” He rubs the ruddy tip along the crease of your jutting lips, the bottom one trembles. “Thought I taught you well.”

“No… No, don’t do that, dad—God, no.” Your complaints are snuffed out by the fat dick that stuffs itself down your throat, half-hard and thick enough to be a choking hazard.

(It poses a threat to you, but not to Kennedy. Man can that kid suck cock, with a face like that he’s lucky he’s not begging for his life.)

You gag and Jack pinches your nose. If he had a son, he would’ve taught him to play ball. But he’s stuck with a daughter, and the most you can do is dig your nails into his thighs, mucusy spit hanging from your chin in stringy strands.

“You’re made for this,” Jack tells you, and he’s right. Biologically, those lips of yours have evolved to maximum pout to suck cock. They bear resemblance to Leon’s—The vein on the underside of his dick throbs. Jack’s jaw is offset as his teeth grind together, splintering into thin shards of bone. Not the fucking time to be thinking of the rookie and his floppy hair, softer than cotton beneath Jack’s fingers, the rookie who is shaven clean save the shadow that lines his lips, the rookie that sports hardened lines on his otherwise plush abdomen, pink skin leading to an even pinker dick—Holy shit, what’s wrong with him?

At this pace, Jack’s going to contact a fucking therapist—Have it out with his bitch wife. That’s exactly what it is. Sexual frustration he's not been able to take out on your mother.

His cock slips from your mouth, it rests heavy on your face, casts a shadow as you cower at the sheer size. “Dad…” You cough wetly, hacking up bile that you push back down with a pained gulp. “Daddy… Don’t do it to me, I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to look, dad, I’m not—I’m not mad at you.”

He scoffs, lifting you by the Peter Pan collar of your floral blouse—You look like a fucking Mormon. That pisses him off. Jack’s not a Mormon or a faggot, there are so many accusations in the air and it all rises to crescendo. You’re bent over the dining table, the fullness of your skirt is hoisted up to ruche around your waist in makeshift pleats and your white cotton panties are dangling around your ankles.

The lips of your puffy cunt cushion his dick and Jack starts to feel a little queasy. Not because—Not ‘cause of the pussy. It’s not that. It’s the daughter thing. Seriously—There’s no time to waste, Jack forces himself into your pussy before his dick folds in on itself. As he pistons himself in and out of your only partially wet cunt, it feels like nothing. Jack is numb.

Feels nothing, hears nothing—Sees nothing but him. The anger inside of him rises like a devastating wave, ready to engulf every skyscraper in its path. You end up being on the receiving end as you have been for as long as you’ve been alive—His very own punching bag. What else are kids for, huh?

Your stubborn pussy pushes him out, you dig your nails into the glazed wood of the table, clawing like they might find purchase in the grooves. Dad, dad, daddy, dad—It doesn’t work on him, you do nothing for him. When you cry, he doesn’t feel sad, and when your cunt clamps down on him, it brings him no pleasure.

A hand comes to rest on your back, forcing you into a sharp arch as Jack’s hips smack into yours at a bruising pace. Somewhere along the line, a very thin line that Jack snorts, it blurs—Your salty tears become the tang of Leon’s sweat, your hips become buttercream smooth in his grip, and your pussy—Your hole milks Jack for all he’s worth. The shroud has lifted from his shoulders and Jack feels weightless.

You lift your head, blood leaking from your nose, it congeals in fat lumps on your skin. “Daddy…” You sniffle, having had your head held down, grinding your bloody nose to a pulp against the smooth of the dinner table.

“Clean yourself up, girl.” Jack rolls his shoulders back, fists tightly balled by his side as he has proved nothing. Nothing at all. He’ll have to try again. No father of yours is a faggot. Can’t do that to his little girl.

(Excuse after fucking excuse.)

#jack krauser x reader #jack krauser smut #krauser smut #resident evil angst #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut #jack krauser x you #krauser x reader #dead dove do not eat

[shinegguk]

„Would someone who hates you, do this Love?“

Pairing: RE4!Leon Kennedy x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: +18 MDNI, dirty talk, smut/comfort/angst (basically a mix of everything), p in v, oral and fingering(f receiving), bathroom/mirror sex, foul language/cursing, fem!reader, Leon kind of dominant(?), kinda enemies to lovers

Authors Note: never thought this would be long tbh.. anyways have fun reading and MINORS DO NOT INTERACT THIS IS +18

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The way she walked down the hallways of the building, the way her eyes were shining like polished glass and the way her smile lights up the whole room-

Leon was ripped out of his thoughts when another agent tapped on his shoulder to gain his attention. He blinked a few times and turned to look at the man beside him.

„Sorry to interrupt but-„

Leon wasn’t listening at this point. He had her and only on his mind. Everything else didn’t deserve his attention. While he was mindlessly talking to the agent, you were walking into the break room, smiling in accomplishment as you felt good after a good training session with your new coach in combat training.

After Krauser left, you never knew where it was written in the stars where he left off, the training was way more chilling than ever. You liked the coach, he knew what he was doing and when it was the time to stop. You liked that.

As you grabbed a cold cup of water from the water fountain, your eyes were pulled onto Leon. You looked at him, a blush rose onto your cheeks and you weren’t sure if it was from hate or if you were fluttered.

You and Leon had a complicated situationship since you were transferred to the agent company in order by the president. You both never had a good start. At least thats what you thought. Leon was mesmerized by you. He lived for your smile, he loves the way you laugh, the way you are so kind to everyone - except to him.

He never knew what caused you to be so mean to him, he was struggling to not just pull you into the nearest empty space, bend you over and and fuck the most out of you until you liked him. He was so, so much struggling.

As Leon and you held eye contact, the world for the both of you stopped. You couldn’t read the expression on his face, you just interpreted something. And that something was disgust.

You thought he didn’t liked you, so you don’t like him too. But that doesn’t mean you find him attractive. The way his eyes were so beautiful, the way he was so protective over this teammates on missions, the way his body was so appealing. You had your thoughts about him, some horny ones.

It was just sad none of you had the balls to confess it.

You sighed, shook off your thoughts and took the cold cup, emptying it on the spot. You threw the used cup away, aiming your way to the next shower room.

The warm water was cooling for your burning hot body, it was refreshing and the tense muscles were finally relaxing. You closed your eyes for a moment, let the water fall down to your face. After some time just standing under the flowing water, you finished showering.

Wrapping a towel around your body, you made your way out of the shower and almost had a heart attack when you saw Leon leaning against the cool wall with his arms crossed and looking down.

„What the fuck? Get out!“, you screeched and grabbed onto the towel. Leon slowly lifted his head, looking at you with yet again an unreadable expression.

His ice blue eyes pierced through yours, goosebumps forming on your arms, legs, everywhere. You gulped, suddenly you feel so small under his stare.

„You know, I was wondering..“, he was balancing back on his feet and took a few steps forward to you. You stood still, observing his every step he takes to you.

„What?“, you asked, not knowing what he meant or was about to say. You really didn’t, thats also probably why your legs feel like jelly, and your heart was beating like crazy.

„Why do you hate me?“, he was straight forward, wasting no time. He looked directly into your eyes.

„Because you hate me. Feelings are mutual.“

He scoffed. Did you say something wrong?

„Why the fuck would I hate you?“, he asked. Now you felt dumb. You assumed something that was never the case.

„I-I..“, you couldn’t find the words, they were lost like your mind was. He smirked and took more steps forward, his breath so close to your face as he bends down to your height.

„What? You had such a bad mouth when we were talking and now? What happened to that?“, he was looking up and down on you, trying to find your weak spot.

Did you mind that? Hell no. You were somehow growing very attracted by that.

You didn’t know where else to look either. Your eyes jumping from his eyes, to his lips, to his chest-

He caught up on that.

He carefully grabbed your chin, lifting your head to meet your eyes with his. „Eyes are up here, love.“

Love. That nickname was making you weak.

He caught up on that too.

„Oh? So you like being called love?“

You whimpered, you do really like being called love. You felt the butterflies going crazy in your stomach and a funny feeling was developing in your lower area. You were getting wet. You rubbed your thighs together to feel at least some friction.

His smirk grew. He had an affect on you. Or maybe he didn’t and your body just wanted to feel the thrill.

„Just to get that clear. You assumed I hated you just because you thought that by the way I looked at you? And you never had the idea to just come up and ask? Silly girl.“, he caressed your cheek with his thumb.

You squirmed under his soft touch on your face.

„Would someone who hates you, do this?“

He pressed his lips against yours, still keeping his hand under your chin as the other wrapped around your waist. You were a little caught off guard but that didn’t changed the fact that you wanted more now. So you pressed yourself closer to his body.

His tongue asked for permission to enter from your lips, your lips were inviting. The sloppy kissing went on, until you felt the bulge from his erection on your lower stomach.

Your lips parted and you both were breathing heavily. You bit your lip as you felt his hand wandering from your lower back to the squish of your butt, grabbing it through the towel that was still wrapped around your body.

„The things I would do to you, it’s killing me.“, he breathed out. Your heart was hammering in your body and the anticipation was rising. You both wanted it, so why not now?

„Then do it.“, you said. He wasted no time, pulling the towel off your body and lifted you up, placing you down on the cold white sink. You hissed at the short sensation but that quickly vanished.

He placed a few wet kisses on your lips before moves on to your neck, collarbone down your stomach to your now exposed core. Your face grew red, you bit your lip harder as his finger drew over your clit to your wet folds. You were sensitive and he took advantage of that.

He spread your legs and angled one onto the sink while the other leg went over his shoulder, giving him enough excess to give you something he dreamed of.

Placing soft kisses onto your inner thighs, he moves closer and you felt his hot breath down there. He placed a kiss onto your pearl and his tongue began to taste you.

You closed your eyes and threw your head back, supporting your body by your arms on the sink. Your moaning was music to his ears and he wanted more. He inserted his index finger first and felt you clenching around his finger, soon enough he added a second finder and slowly began to move them.

„Oh-„, you placed your hand on your mouth, trying to suppress the noises coming out your mouth. But Leon wanted to hear them. He stopped pumping his fingers and tasting you, glaring at you.

„Move that hand away and do not dare to be quiet. Let me hear you, Love.“

That was enough for you to let out yet another whimper and Leon continued to taste your pussy and please you. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten, grabbing his hair, your breathing increased and your legs started shaking as you let out the most pornographic moan.

Leon helped you to ride out your high, and licked his lips covered in your arousal. He grabbed you by your chin and kissed you again, letting you taste yourself.

When he pulled away, he took off his shirt showing his toned abs and not a second later his cargo pants were on the floor by his feet. He was now in only his underwear but you could the the bulge and the wet spot.

He grabbed you by the waist and helped you down from the sink, turned you around and now you faced the mirror. He bend you over and lifted one of your legs, placing it onto the sink. You eyed him through the mirror as he massaged the squish of your butt before placing one finger inside your wet pussy.

You groaned in emptiness as he moved his finger out and Leon chuckled.

„don’t worry, love, you will feel my cock in just a second.“, he kept his promise and ripped down his underwear, giving his cock a few pumps before he positioned it in front of your entrance.

He gave you a quick look through the mirror and slid into your wet core. Your mouth flew open, grabbing onto the sink edge as you adjusted to his length.

„F-fuck, Love, you’re tight.“, he groaned and grabbed onto your hips, starting to move slow and passionate.

„Oh, god..“, you breathed out and you felt him brimming you to the bone. He was fitting perfectly in you and his hands were made to fit on your waist. He picked up his pace, the shower room was now filled with skin slapping and hot breaths.

His hand traced your back up to your hair, which he grabbed and pulled you backwards, back arched as he pounded into you merciless. Sweat pearls were forming on his fore head, his hot body meeting yours.

What the most thrilling part was, anyone could come in and see the mess Leon made with you. A beautiful mess in his opinion.

The knot in your stomach was tightening again.

„I‘m close.. fuck..“, you moaned out and god know what words came out of your mouth next. You were cock-drunk and your mind was foggy.

„Hold on, love, we are almost there.“

The mirror was fogging up, your sight was now blurry and Leon felt his high coming too, so, he took his last strength and pounded harder into you. His hand found his way to your clit and started circling it with his fingers.

„Cum for me, love.“

Mouth wide open, eyes rolling to the back of your head and legs starting to shake for a second time, you and Leon both chased the high. Your arousal was dripping to the floor, covering your and Leons tights.

He pulled out of you, the both of you were catching breaths. He placed a kiss between your shoulder blades, smiling to himself.

„You did so good for me, love.“

There they were again. The butterflies.

You weakly smiled and turned to look at Leon. He gave you the most beautiful smile you have ever seen. He bends down to grab the towel he ripped of you, placing it beside you.

He turned you around to face him, placing his hands on your waist and places yet another kiss on your forehead.

His actions spoke more than enough. He was in love with you, and so were you.

#leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #x reader #fem reader #smut #foul language #resident evil #afab reader

[killuintense]

❝ see you, leon ❞

rookie!leon x fem!reader.

Warning: first part, second part.

summary: for Leon wasn't being enough to have you in secret, if it were up to him, he would love you in front of the whole world.

content: 4.3k words, fluff, semi-established relationship, cute and needy Leon, possessive and capricious Leon, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, fingering, mention of oral sex (m and f receiving), carefree home moments, pet names.

note: finally the last part of this fic that i loved writing so much, i was really surprised to see everyone who asked me to continue. Thank you very much for that ♡ now i hope you enjoy it and see you in other one shots or fics ♡ i love y'all :p

You could list as many things as you needed to about leon, about how attentive he was, the bad jokes he could tell, how much he would curse when something scared him or his work didn't go as he expected. You loved those little moments you spent with him where there could only be complicit glances and low touches, soft and innocent caresses that made your day less horrible. That month and a half that had passed had given you the opportunity to get to know him, to understand him and to like him more and more. Sometimes you even got scared counting the number of times you thought about him. When you walked through the center of the city and you saw a coffee shop and it reminded you of the horrible coffees that leon prepared, but you drank them anyway because, from your point of view, they were the most delicious in the world; or when you passed by a store and you saw a teddy bear and you thought of him, being someone soft, silly and a little rough, but always trying to help others like the angel he was. But most of all with you.

Things had really become a lot more intimate between you in those weeks. Not just intimate in the sexual sense of the word, but rather that intimacy that only the two of you understood, where with looks you told each other everything you wanted without needing to talk, where you laughed at the same meaningless things, where you had your own special words and moments. Like when he would tell you that thanks to him and his contributions they managed to discover one more clue in that investigation that was taking place in the police department, and you would congratulate him saying 'that's my cute pookie patootie' and he would get upset, but deep inside his heart would jump and he would feel warm. Or like when you were stressed out about final exams and he would take you for a ride in the squad car to take your mind off things, telling funny and embarrassing anecdotes from his time at the police academy.

"Seriously! Major Krauser was the worst, he told me that if I didn't manage to run 20 times all over the training field without stopping he would make me walk around the rooms naked" your face was flushed and your cheeks hot, remembering that angrily as you drove through that starry night. Your laughter, however, meant that that experience had not been in vain, now I could hear that melody coming from your lips, while your hands clenched your stomach and you denied asking me to stop.

"God, Lee, I'm really sorry but it's too much" you laughed again, wiping away those tears that the laughter had caused you, while you brought your hand to his cheek and caressed him gently. "I'm thankful that hadn't happened to you, you'd be even more traumatized" you joked, watching as he stuck his tongue out at you in mock anger and kept driving. You didn't know where he was going, but just feeling the breeze on your face, his voice and his beautiful, steady chatter made you forget about your worries, about what was overtaking you.

You had taken a special liking to each other. Leon seemed to have a little angel by his side every time he saw you, every time he referred to you with that proud smile that someone as beautiful and special as you were was paying attention to him. He noticed how all your attention went to him when he talked to you, how you analyzed the little details to help him every time you could.

Now you seemed to spend more time at the police station and had even started helping with the paperwork, almost as an excuse to keep seeing Leon and to 'spend more time with your father', even though you hardly saw him. And Leon couldn't have been more excited at the thought of seeing you going back and forth with the paperwork, handing it to him in an orderly fashion that relieved him of his work, or when you met in the break room and talked excitedly about the finished paperwork. You brought joy into his life and he felt he was lost because of you, because of your presence that filled him with an inexplicable and suffocating love. It suffocated him to know that at the university there were other guys who talked to you, that when you went out you were in danger of anything happening to you and you wouldn't come back, when you had attentions with some other cadet at the police station and you ordered their papers or offered coffee to them instead of him. It drove him crazy that others didn't know about the times you kissed or hid in each other's arms, giving out suggestive caresses without anyone noticing. He needed you to walk around with a sign on your chest that said 'property of Leon Kennedy' for them to stay away from you immediately.

And that itself was one of the things you loved most about Leon. On the outside he always seemed so helpful, kind and shy with other people, and with you he was no less, always being a gentleman who sought to court you and be helpful to you at all times. But he was not always so innocent. Especially when they were hugging, almost as gentle as ever, and he would run his hands curiously down your waist to your bottom, caressing and squeezing it. You always scolded him, but you didn't pull away, you even seemed to move closer to his touch, and even though they soon had to stop because there were people going all over the station, he took advantage of every second to hold your body in his hands by heart.

In fact, they had continued with their slightly over the top approaches. Shit, you couldn't lie but that man was addicted to eating you. Every chance he got he stroked you just enough leaving you wet and ready to have you in his mouth, making you moan his name over and over again as he held you gently and his tongue rammed into you with a desperation that drove you to orgasm. He was so needy. And you were so addicted to seeing him need you, sometimes he didn't say it, but he loved how you sought to suck him off wherever you were. You remembered that time when he shyly wanted to reproach you about the guy who kept you five minutes too long in college to talk to you, and he was sure it was to flirt with you.

"Yeah, sure, I'm sure it was to talk about homework..." he mentioned sarcastically, you could tell he was saying it almost like a tantrum, turning his gaze from you as if that little scene could get you to pay attention to him alone. He loved your attention and thirsted for it whenever he could, so he softened further when you grabbed his jacket sleeve and gently tugged, giving him a playful giggle.

"Lee..." you were getting closer and closer, and you knew it was quite dangerous considering that you were in the corner of an empty room at the university, where you had brought him to talk because of that cutting behavior he had taken out of nowhere "Don't be mad at me, baby" you felt him gasp at that nickname, looking at you with his mouth shining from licking his lips, hungry for you. You kissed in a way that you felt his hands squeeze your hips and making you almost unintentionally feel the bulge in his pants. And you always loved to spoil him, to make him feel good. You loved to feel the way his legs trembled and he controlled himself not to cum the second you put him in your mouth, like in that moment, where he pushed his cock again and again against your throat "I love to fuck ya throat, damn it's so deep" he whimpered under his breath saying how good you made him feel, that he wanted you all to himself, that your attention should be his alone. He would always cum so desperately, take your hair between his fingers and stretch deeper inside you to the point where the hangings would begin. But it felt so good that you ignored him and chased his orgasm to have your reward; his essence so hot and thick in your throat filling you mercilessly.

Then he would become the most sensitive and cute little thing, as if there was nothing left of that uncontrolled Leon, almost fainting in your arms when he calmed down and you hugged him "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." his chest would move frenetically and he would stroke your hair, soothing the tight pain his fingers had left earlier; but you loved him, you loved that every tiny touch of him remained on your skin reminding you how good he could make you feel. But you always laughed and reminded him that you had ruined his hair that morning too, choking him between your thighs as he ate you hungrily, moaning against you, so wet and weeping for his tongue. You needed each other more and more, those touches and caresses weren't enough, having each other's mouths was intoxicating but it didn't make you drunk. They needed more.

You left Leon's bed lazily. You wore Leon's shirt, it was loose fitting and fit you like a short dress, filling you with the warmth of his scent as you grinned like a fool as you made your way to the kitchen. Both had been resting all that Saturday, your father had left town for work and you were able to sneak away with Leon to his house for the weekend. You were sure that your father would murder Leon if he found out about it, but in his own words, he would be willing to take that chance.

You headed towards the kitchen with curiosity while observing everything, laughing under your breath; there were things placed in an almost clumsy way, like the plates tilted in an uncomfortable area of the cabinet, or the glasses too far away from your reach. It made you tender to realize that it was obvious that he lived alone. And that really had been the best morning of your life. Waking up and seeing your boy slumped on the pillow with incomparable tranquility, breathing heavily as his arms tightened around your waist and his curves melted into the softness of the sheets. The skin of his bare upper torso, his broad back and full of small freckles and moles being illuminated by the morning sun was a blessing. The bed smelled of him; that masculine yet clean scent that Leon had, that you could swear was very similar to the perfume of a rose, mingling with your sweet scent that you soon let permeate making his sleep deeper than ever.

"Up so early?" you heard his husky voice and a soft yawn, bringing you out of your thoughts with a small start as you cursed for being startled. You turned around with a frown ready to scold him but your voice caught in your throat when you saw him with that facade he had when he first woke up. His blond hair was slightly tousled to one side, and although it wasn't very long it fit the contours of his face perfectly. He had a wonderful body, he wasn't exactly a skinny boy, he had everything in place and with a volume that made you want to squeeze and bite him. His abdomen smoothly marked by the training at the police academy and the V-shape that was made into a light trail of hair that took you to travel beyond his pajama pants. You swore that if it weren't for his drowsy state, he'd see you drooling like a fool.

"God, you scared me" you laughed, and after feeling your face warm from your recent thoughts, you turned your back to him and started heating water to pour coffee for both of you. Leon laughed and walked over to you to hug your back, wrapping his arms around your waist. It was wonderful how his muscles seemed to squeeze you tight enough, sharing that characteristic warmth with you.

"I didn't know you'd look so good in my shirt in the morning" his voice was drowned out by having his mouth sink into your neck, leaving soft kisses that caused you to melt like chocolate in the sun. He had no mercy for you.

"Kennedy, hands where I can see them, it's too early" you joked turning to kiss him. You couldn't resist him and his loving touches, his hands seeking to reassure you that you were there and not somewhere else, with someone else. Your mouths joined in a synchronized but awkward dance, both wanting to own each other. However, you decided to pass him the coffee cup before the kiss went to the next level, hearing a moan from him.

"You know you can't escape my kisses forever, don't you?" he raised both eyebrows and bumped his cup with yours in a playful toast-like fashion, stealing a soft chuckle from you. You loved that even just waking up he was like that with you, as honeyed and gooey as a jar of natural honey. So cloying that it forced you to pinch his cheeks in an attempt not to explode with love.

That day you acted like a couple who hadn't touched each other for months. Endless kisses, caresses here and there, and hugs where more than once you fell asleep in the tranquility of his arms. They had watched dozens of movies and eaten popcorn and chocolates like two bears hibernating under the warmth of blankets. They joked constantly and wouldn't stop chattering in the middle of the film, throwing out sarcastic comments and complaining about 'how bad horror movies were these days'. And you couldn't blame Leon, a young man from the nineties who grew up on eighties horror and you a lover of the classics, it seemed almost like fate.

However, at one point you both seemed to start ignoring the movies and put the snacks aside. That little kiss that had started as a simple token of affection ended up turning into a hungry kiss where the lion's hands traveled all over your body with curiosity. Both were aware that they didn't want to live from each other's mouth anymore and that they needed another kind of approach, but you couldn't avoid feeling exalted by the whole situation; it was the first time that things went too far and, although a little shy, both looked at each other with complicity when the hands needed to move away all possible clothes, being an annoying obstacle in the way. At that moment, knowing that they both wanted the same thing, the embarrassment took a back seat and noises began to emerge from both of them; soft gasps and meaningless words as they ran their mouths over each other's skin, exploring every nook and cranny.

In a moment, almost without realizing it, you were completely naked. Your clothes in the corner of the bed while your hand clung to Leon's shoulders and he groaned between your legs as his tongue plunged so deep into you that you felt like you were about to faint "Mhm..." a moan of pleasure escaped the blond's lips, his nose brushing against your throbbing clit while his free hand stroked himself hard and dripping.

"Leon, Leon-" a loud moan came from your lips as he inserted two fingers at the same time as he sucked your folds and abused them with his saliva mixed with your juices, he seemed to savor you as if it were his favorite food, as if eating you was his favorite activity in the world "Put it in, please..." your hands clutched at the sheets as you curved your back, completely stimulated at the slightest touch. Leon came out from his hiding place between your thighs and without stopping his fingered thrusts looked up at you in surprise.

"Are you sure...?" you wanted to laugh at that moment, feeling tender at the pathos of the situation. He was asking you that? they were both completely naked and from your position you could see his glans as red as it was wet, covered in precum that made you want to suck him right there. But, however, if it was because you didn't want to, Leon would ignore all that and stop, because you were his priority.

"Leon!" you scolded him trying to get a moan to stay in your throat, but you exposed yourself too much and his fingers touched your favorite spot again, making you moan loudly and collapse on the bed again, biting your bottom lip "Stick your fuckin' cock in me or I'll kill you" you bellowed as he laughed, gently pulling his fingers out. You reached for him desperately, feeling that unbearable emptiness you needed to fill with him. He looked so eager, you could see him twitching in desperation wanting to enter you, wanting to bury himself mercilessly. That's exactly why the blond couldn't take much more, and soon you felt his face hide in your neck and he slipped in with a slowness that made you see stars. It was thick and wet, hot, and you squeezed it with such precision that you soon heard it whimper in your ear, while your eyes tried to stay focused and not give way to tears of pleasure.

"Fuck, fuck..." he moaned, you felt him start to move, taking your hips hard as you felt his body stiffen on top of you; knowing him you knew he was taking all his desire to ram into you madly just so you could get used to him "You're so tight, so hot, I just...." he bit his lower lip and you sought his mouth to fill it with your tongue, kissing him messily and angrily, you were completely gone in the way you felt him growing in your belly.

"You're so thick, so hard, fuck me, fuck me!" you moaned in the middle of the kiss, you stirred your hips eagerly and Leon didn't take long to take you firmly to pull out completely and then back in. You both moaned in unison at that action. You scratched his back so hard that your punishment was to feel him thrust into you, hitting your womb with brutality. And he seemed so soft, sweet and innocent, but at that moment he seemed to be too high on your pussy.

"You're mine, you pussy it's mine, fuck, tell me yes, tell me you're mine" he moaned in groans, the back of the bed banging against the wall, making a noise that you hoped the neighbors wouldn't mind so much. But at that moment all you were interested in was that he kept up that ferocious rhythm, ripping curses from your throat as he whispered incoherently about how much he loved to fuck you. "I'll fill you up for days, baby, I'll make you walk around in pain so everyone knows I fucked you good at night, don't you want that, my girl?" he growled under his breath, feeling his abdomen contract and the tip of his dick pounding you faster, messier, perfectly about to cum.

"Yes! Fuck yes, yes, harder!" you moaned in a sob as you hugged him and felt his face sink into your tits with devotion as he bit them, sucked them, and made a mess of your skin. Between the thrusts, so erratic, so strong, mixed with his fingers pressing against your swollen clitoris, your vision went dark as you felt one last thrust and the hand Leon held on your hip dug his fingers in and tore a pathetic moan from his lips, accompanied by your name. You embraced him with your choking orgasm as spurts and spurts of cum deposited inside you, he seemed to cum so much that you felt full, hot. You were so wet around him that you felt that soon his dripping seed would spurt from inside you to stain the sheets beneath you. But Leon stayed inside you warily, wanting to live there if possible; loving the sensation of having you tied to him somehow, that somehow such a primal part of him was filling you at that very moment causing you to still be moaning under him while he could barely regulate his breathing.

"I'm sorry, I cum too much... I'm sorry..." his face sunk into your chest as he barely regularized, and you soothed him with caresses in his hair, laughing softly once the tranquility of that blow that gave you the orgasm, finally appeared. "I'm going to clean you up, just let me..." he was going to pull away but you prevented it by pressing his face against your tits, making him sink there. He didn't seem to object, staying like a scolded but pleased puppy in that hot and comfortable area of your body.

"I need you with me, just… stay," you asked him in a breath. Leon gently stepped out from where he was, looking at you as he smiled and nodded like a happy child. He gave you a soft kiss and made himself more comfortable next to you, still not coming out from inside you. You could almost swear you were starting to feel him hard again, but in return he left soft caresses in your hair as he laughed at the sight of you almost falling asleep in his arms. His arms that were your safe place.

"I love you."

You looked to your side as you stopped checking your notebook and paid attention to him. Leon was red as a tomato and staring at the ceiling, his police uniform resting against his body, just like the first day you saw him. You felt like it was yesterday, that you saw him enter naively not knowing that you would be transformed into his desire to live every day, his desire to love someone, to desire each other with someone. He was naive not knowing that the young woman he had seen in the distance would become his friend, his companion, his lover.

"I know... I know it's silly to say it now, to say it like this but it's not easy to see you just exist and feel like my chest is going to explode, you know? I need to tell you... I love you so much that I can't stand my shame to know that someone like you noticed someone like me" he confessed. There was nothing about that awkward, awkward young man with the words and, though you didn't know it, it had been the most spontaneous sentence he had said in years. He didn't think it, he just felt it and said it. Like a love impulse, which encouraged him to improve day by day. You were his love.

"I guess I was never good at hiding that I love you..." you laughed, turning your whole body towards him as your hand gently caressed his cheek. It was a habit between the two of you, you held his face in the softness of your hands and he closed his eyes; he forgot everything for a few seconds. And yet now you could see a look of love so deep that almost for a moment you felt that tears would threaten to escape. "I love you more than you can imagine, Leon" the sincerity in that whisper, where only you and he understood each other was enough. He kissed your hand and placed his own against it, caressing it, making sure that under no circumstances would you pull away.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend...?" his gaze was on yours and although he tried to look calm and confident, a glint of fear was visible in that sea of blue his eyes formed. And you felt that you had an angel in your care, an angel that was watching over you but at the same time he was looking for you to take care of him, to accept to take care of his little hurt and abandoned heart. Leon was alone in life. He had only you, and you caressed his soul at every moment, with every word, taking care of him from bad dreams and bad thoughts, being his confidant every day.

"You know I'd be a fool to refuse" you laughed, leaving a soft little Eskimo kiss as you bit your lower lip, seriously holding back the urge to cry. It was the first time you felt the need to cry for love; for a healthy, mutual love, for a love that gave as well as received and was reciprocal in every way. "I want to be yours for life" you murmured, your lips glued to hers "because I love you more than my heart can bear."

"Thank you..." you felt his voice break softly, and you held him, held his face with love just as you held him every day with your love "Thank you for making me the happiest man in this world" he planted a kiss on your lips. As sincere and soft as the breeze coming through the window, with the sun going down in the sunset orange sky with purple sparkles. A sky that witnessed a love corresponding and belonging to each other, two lovers in love with a heart to give.

Because if Leon had you, and you had him, you would never need to say goodbye to him again. Because if you had him, in your heart you would always welcome his love, like the first time you saw him.

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[ivy-loves-chocolate]

I saw you were asking for suggestions, and I have several ideas for Krauser, but here’s a few.

He gets injured (fluff,a bit of angst)

You find him, after he gets infected (angst)

And you and him taking a vacation. (Fluff, could double as nsfw)

Do with these as you want, love your writing <3

I like all of them! Will write them in order and tag you on the rest 💖 I hope you’ll like this one! ☺️

Krauser gets injured, and you help him:

"You need to be careful." You said as your fingers traced the scars on his face. Blue eyes were looking at your face, showing admiration and worrying at the same time.

"I'm fine, it was just a superficial wound." He tried to assure you, hiding the fact that he got scared too.

Krauser was a tough guy, no doubt, but even he needed support from time to time, even if he denied it. That was the case during one mission, where he was shot in the arm.

Yes, this time it's just a superficial wound, but you don't know next time. What if they get you..."

Being the careful partner you were, you took him to a safe place to treat his wound. Luckily, the bullet just scratched him.

He watched in silence as you wrapped a bandage over his bicep. He didn't stop you because he knew it was useless. The thing is, he doesn't like it when you take care of him, not because the attention bothers him, but because he feels weak and useless. He thinks that he should be the one to protect you during missions, even if you are more than capable of doing it yourself. You tried telling him that he doesn't have to do everything in the field, but that was Krauser. He was willing to work hard for both of you so you wouldn't have to worry about a damn thing, both during missions and in your personal life.

After healing him, you two were caught in an intimate moment, in which Krauser pulled you close in his embrace and you glued yourself to his body instantly. His arm wrapped around your waist, holding you tight, and you caressed his face. As you were running your thumbs over his scars, you began to remember their story, how he got them, giving you more reasons to worry about him.

"I'm a big guy, I can handle myself." He said it as if he had read your thoughts.

"I know, it's just, I don't understand why you have to be so stubborn sometimes."

"I'm not stubborn if I'm trying to protect you."

"Oh my God, you are so...."

"Annoying?" he said with a smirk.

"Yes."

Another pause followed, in which you kept caressing his beautiful, beaten face, ignoring his "tough guy" act.

"Look what they did to you."

"Some ice, and I will be good as new."

"You're incredible..." you scoffed. Even if you were mad at him, your worry was more visible on your face.

"C'mon, doll, don't look at me with those eyes."

"What eyes?"

He didn't reply, instead, he leaned forward to kiss you. He didn't have the energy to argue anymore, he just wanted to feel you. His gesture took you by surprise, as he never did that before during a mission, but you couldn't complain either because you enjoyed feeling his warm and soft lips over yours.

"Be careful, please..." you said between soft and tender kisses.

A little make-out session quickly put him in a better mood.

"No matter how stubborn I am, you still look out for me." He said it in an admiring tone as you went to regroup with the rest.

Someone's gotta watch over you too." You were happy that he finally confessed. "Wait."

You ran your fingers through his blond hair, pulling back some rebellious strands of hair that fell down his face.

"You're good to go now."

He pulled you by your waist again, placing a quick kiss on your cheek, and then you focused on finishing the mission.

#resident evil #resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 remake #jack krauser #krauser #krauser x reader #krauser x f!reader #fluff #ask

[auntabysmal]

Luis Serra x f!reader

Summary: Luis finally lets you top and let’s say it’s a hell of a ride for him *wink wink*

MINORS YOU KNOW THE DRILL BY NOW! IGNORE THIS POST AND LOOK AT SOMETHING MORE FAMILY FRIENDLY!🔞

Warnings: anal sex, rimming, buttplugs, squirting, swearing, praise, bottom Luis Serra, top female reader, Luis riding the reader, lots of saliva/spit, may also have spelling errors

“Hold still honey, I know you’ll love this.”

You had a firm grip on Luis’s hips. The man was on his hands and knees up on your bed, fully unclothed, his hand lightly gripped at your sheets in anticipation of what was about to happen. In an attempt to calm him down you rubbed your hands up the sides of the ribs and to the middle of his back. You lightly touched at the scar on his back that he had gotten from Krauser. The feeling of you touching his scar sent a surge of pleasure right to his throbbing cock.

“Come on sweetface, the best hasn’t even come yet and you’re shaking! Poor thing, are you nervous?” You cooed at the Spaniard who was visibly shaking.

“Ha! You think I’m shaking in nervousness? I’m excited Mi Amor!”

You hummed at his lie, finally trailing your hands back down to his ass and spreading his cheeks open. You kissed his lower back before trailing your lips even lower down his body. Luis held his breathe as he felt your breathe right on his hole. He groaned out as he felt a wet appendage circle around his poor needy entrance. The throbbing of his cock only getting worse as you began to rim him. You hummed again as you heard your boyfriend groan under you. The vibrations sending pleasure through his hole.

“Hey! Stop that!” He moved his hips from side to side in protest.

“As if you ever stopped when it was my own pussy.” You breathed into his hole before lightly slapping his right asscheek.

The Spaniard whimpered at the sudden touch. His cock as now leaking precum on the white linen sheets of your bed. You now licked deeper at his hole until the tip of your tongue penetrated into him. Luis bit his bottom lip, liking the sensation of your tongue slowly inserting into him. You twisted your tongue in his anus and it drove Luis mad. He wanted more than your tongue, a lot more. He knew all the spots that would feel the best if you were physically able to go deeper with your tongue.

You pulled out and spit right onto his hole. He was getting close to his orgasm until you pulled yourself from him, earning another whimper from his pretty lips. Luis wanted so badly to stroke his cock but you wouldn’t let him, you were doing all the touching today.

His vision went dark for a second as you put your hands over his eyes. You giggled as you whispered into the shell of his ear,

“No peeking okay? Wouldn’t want you to spoil the surprise for yourself.”

“Whatever you say Señorita.” He breathed out.

You stepped off of the bed for a minute, walking over to one of your dressers and opening the bottom drawer. Luis didn’t look back at you, for once he did as he was told. He only listened to you shuffling through various items in the drawer until he heard you chirp out “aha! There you are!” when you found the item you were looking for. After what felt like an eternity to Luis you finally stepped back onto your bed.

Luis’s eyes snapped open as he felt something wet and hard rub against his ass. He finally turned his head back to see that you were now wearing a black leather harness with a dildo attached to it. The dildo itself had to be about 6-7 inches, at least that’s what Luis thought. Your eyes met with his and you smiled innocently before slapping the dildo against his asscheeks. Which caused the older man to groan out.

You bent over on Luis and and kissed his neck, nipping and licking at the sensitive skin. Luis turned his head so that he could get a good look at you. You noticed this and kissed him on the lips. Both of you licked and sucked at each others lips. Not long after you pulled away, saliva was dripping down your chin before you straightened yourself up on your knees.

You rubbed his asscheek before you spoke out softly, “are you ready baby?”

“More than ready Mi Amor, now please, fucking stuff me!”

With those words you pushed the head of the dildo into Luis’s anus, which earned a whine from the Spaniard. The feeling of his asshole being stretched open and being slowly filled made Luis feel absolute ecstasy as more of his precum spilled out of his cock. Inch by inch you pushed into the man until the dildo bottomed out. You stayed still for a moment to make sure your boyfriend adjusted to the object.

“Please Hermosa please…….fucking move….”

You didn’t need him to ask twice before you pulled the dildo almost fully out of his ass and slammed back in with force. The moan you got out of Luis was music to your ears. It was whiney and breathy and it was everything you ever wanted to hear from him. Again and again you pulled all the way out and slammed back in until you set yourself at normal pace. Luis couldn’t take it anymore, his erection was painful so he finally started stroking his cock at the same pace that you were ramming into his ass.

“Oh honey, you couldn’t wait for me to touch you anymore?”

“Ngh!…Hrgh!….Señorita! I’m never this teasing to you…..am I?”

“Hmm…..I…..I suppose not.” You huffed out, you were getting a pretty good workout fucking into Luis.

Even if you were being very teasing tonight you weren’t going to stop, you didn’t want to play fair and it was obvious that Luis was enjoying it anyways. You still had other plans for him. So you let him stroke his cock in the meantime, listening to the pretty noises of him pumping himself while you still fucked him from behind. Every once in a while you’d give him another slap on his asscheeks, which made him groan out even more as the pleasure went straight to his cock.

He was so close, so fucking close to cumming but before he even had the chance to you pulled out. Again he had lost the sensation of being filled and groaned out. Damnit! You were being such a tease tonight! He turned his head again to face you, a look of confusion was plastered across his face. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he breathed out,

“Princesa?”

“Ride me…..” You said as you slapped his asscheek and laid down onto your back, the dildo glistened with Luis’s juices and the lube you placed onto it.

His eyes widened and the smirk that appeared on his face had the black lacey panties you were wearing feeling soaked. You had ignored your own pleasure for so long just to mainly deal with your boyfriend’s own. Luis finally was able to push himself off his elbows and knees and crawled on top of your lap. You positioned your fake cock to line up with Luis’s hole as he slowly started to pushed himself down onto it.

“Esto se siente tan jodidamente bien!” He huffed out as he bottomed out on the dildo again.

Luis started to ride you, gripping onto your shoulders, not firmly as to not hurt you or cause bruising. His cock bounced down up down with his body as he took in as much as he could. Every once in a while he would shift his hips which caused the dildo to rubbed harshly against his walls, earning a choked moan out of him every time. You wrapped your hand around his bobbing cock and began to stroke him. Tears stung in his eyes at the pleasure. The sensation was becoming too much for him.

“Tan jodidamente bueno!” Was all he could muster out of his mouth.

“You’re okay baby.” You removed your hand from his hip before you pushed yourself up into a sitting position. Your head bent forward to kiss at the scar on his chest, earning another delicious moan from the Spaniard. The small hands that were on his hips and cock now wrapped around his back as you fucked up into Luis.

It wasn’t long before Luis orgasm rushed over his entire body. His cock shot ropes of cum all over your stomach and chest as you still kept fucking into his hole. You held onto him as he rode his orgasm out. Grunts and groans fell from your boyfriend’s mouth as he came down from his high.

You kissed his precious face. Your boyfriend was still breathing out heavily before he brushed his disheveled hair from his sweat drenched forehead. Giving his face one more kiss you turned your body to the side of your bed and opened the drawer to your nightstand. Again you shuffled through some items before you felt the item you were looking for.

Luis’s breathe hitched as you pulled a buttplug from the drawer. The toy was silver with a red heart-shaped jewel at the end of it. You hovered it in front of his face before you put the flared end of it into your mouth. The action made Luis gulp as you sucked on it and made lewd slurping noises as you covered the toy in saliva.

You finally popped the plug out of your mouth, saliva dripping from it and onto your fingers. You hummed out,

“I want to make sure your hole stays stretched out for tonight.”

Luis lifted himself off the fake cock. You reached under him and spread his hole open with your index and middle finger, the plug slid in without much resistance. Your boyfriend finally sat back down on the bed, every little shift would cause the plug to rub against his sensitive walls. Even with that he didn’t care at the moment, he kissed at your face.

“That was a great time cariño.” He spoke between kisses. “Haven’t done that in a while.”

You giggled at his words. “Yeahhhh I’m definitely doing this again! Anything to hear you moan like that more.”

“And I’m definitely fine with that Mi Amor! Now……we should probably take care of your problem now eh Señorita?”

“Huh?” You looked at him in confusion before you looked down at your panties, you had squirted through them and onto the bed and you hadn’t even noticed!

“Heh….I guess you can take over now Luis.” You winked at him as he pounced onto your body.

#nsfw!!!!!!! #resident evil #resident evil 4 #re4 #resident evil 4 remake #re4r #resident evil 4 luis #luis serra smut #luis serra x reader #Luis serra x female reader #luis serra #luis serra navarro

[admirxation]

unfaithful | leon kennedy oneshot

pairing: older!leon s. kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

summary: the reader cheats on their partner with their partners dad, leon.

disclaimer: this fic will deal with sensitive topics like cheating. this is a piece of fiction and i do not condone everything i write, cheating is a horrible thing to do and you should always communicate with your partner and shouldn’t hurt them. this is just fictional where real people cannot get hurt, cheating irl has its consequences and reflection of you as a person.

cw: slight mention of an age gap (both parties of age//18+), cheating (mentioned partner is gn), oral (f receiving), nipple pinching & sucking, neck kissing & biting, fingering, begging, p in v, edging, praising, unprotected sex and creampie.

word count: 2.4k

a/n: this was the most voted wip that people wanted posted so i have delivered, im thinking of either working on my krauser wip or a gortash x durge (bg3 oneshot) alongside the perpetual chase. please engage if you like this and check my pinned post for any info on me or writing status, mwah mwah mwah xoxo

Another night in your partner’s room, lying on the soft covers as you watched their face as they drifted into a dream world, unaware of all surroundings — unaware of your unfaithfulness. You were thankful for how much of a heavy sleeper they were, watching as their messy hair framed their face, the occasional strand neatly dangling in the middle of their forehead; you could tell they were content, the perfect opportunity to fulfil a long-concealed secret. This was routine now; you would wait for your partner to fall asleep first, guaranteed if you could sneak a bit of caffeine before bed without them knowing, but more times than not, the adrenaline of knowing you were going to be with Leon helped you wait for them to fall asleep.

You knew Leon — your partner’s father — was waiting, so you slowly moved to enter the room of routinely secrets. You couldn’t stop thinking about him whenever you went over, having to wait every night for some fun. Leon was the one who started all of this; he was the one who watched you intently every time you came over; these looks that started the deceit. You continued to watch your partner as you tiptoed out of your bed and moved to the door where you always left a smidge open so the latch never made a sound, praying the floorboards wouldn’t creek and releasing slow and deep breaths when slipping away. While walking outside the room, you always had an excuse prepared, just in case they had awoken; it ranged from getting a glass of water, going to the bathroom, or even getting a snack. There was a part of your conscience that kicked in and made your heart feel heavy for a moment, but like every single time, excitement and adrenaline overrode your morality and helped you continue your route to Leon.

You and your partner had only been dating for a few months — meeting each other at college — but there was something off with them. The first night you laid together and shared each other’s bodies, you were expecting to feel excited, elated, and lovestruck, but you felt unfilled, even empty, after it was done. You thought this was just a one-time thing where you needed to get used to each other, but it kept happening; no matter how many new things you introduced, you only felt religion when you shared an intimate moment and tried to avoid it — but you never dared to express how you were truly feeling. You thought maybe it was a sign of your body rejecting them, telling you that you weren’t supposed to be together, but you tried to silence and push rationality away into an unconscious that would only intrude on an absent thought or dream. You knew you were a bad person; you never tried to twist this into you being the good guy, but you also had a selfish desire not to push them away, afterall they stopped your loneliness for a while. It was selfish, deceitful, every word in the book to describe this, but being with them was the ticket to a distraction for you and the route to Leon’s bedroom.

You felt the carpet against your feet as you made slow and calculated steps that inched closer and closer to Leon’s door, which was already opened a crack — the perfect signal of invitation. As you pressed your hand on the wooden door, you remembered when you first met your partner’s family. They were friendly and welcoming, and you were happy to be accepted in the family, but Leon was not just giving you the friendly and welcoming looks; no, his stares were a look of longing and lust as he stared at your frame, visually objectifying and seeing you as a vision of temptation. When you first met him, you admitted to yourself in a thought or two that he was a very attractive older man who presented himself well and even had that alluring mystery and darkness that made everyone want to get to know him, to break away that tough exterior front. The night you met him, you felt a tingling within your stomach that continued every time you shared a night. Still, that night, you two were in the kitchen, starting a suggestive conversation that turned to intimate touches on your thighs, then your waist, him whispering every compliment and dirty thought into your ear — and it only continued from there.

You quickly moved to close the door behind you and quietly locking it, releasing a heavy breath inside you as you sneaked around. Eventually, you turned to look at Leon; he was sitting in only his boxers, like he always would, looking at you up and down with the same playful and expecting smirk that would wait for your arranged nights together.

“Thought we agreed at 3 am?” he showed you his phone, showing the time was 3:15, playfully teasing you about your poor time management.

“They were taking forever to sleep,” you said, moving onto the bed beside him. Leon then pressed his hand on your thigh, starting an early tingle of excitement within you, “You know that I do come to your room… Eventually. When have I ever backed out?”

You both kept a whispered hush in your tone of voice, secrecy adding to the thrill that would conquer the guilt that momentarily manifested inside of you, but never Leon, from the seems of it. Leon continued to graze his fingers on the soft plush of your inner thigh, moving his fingers further upwards to your tingling and expecting core before tucking the tips of his fingers under the band of your underwear, using his free hand to place them on your cheek, his thumb grazing on your cheek to admire your beauty before he leaned in for a sweet kiss. A kiss that grew in passion, movement, and speed as he moved from your soft lips and made his way to your neck to place tender kisses, closing your eyes as you released your deep breaths and felt Leon’s soft lips and warm breath on your delicate skin.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asked as you were a little hesitant in your movements, “Are you not feeling up to it tonight,” he said in a deep, silky voice.

“Nothing… Just a moment of guilt,” you confessed.

“I think you should be over this guilt… Face it… You’re mine now, you won’t be going back to them… Now, be a good girl,” he placed his hands on the hem of your shirt, waiting for your answer before taking it off.

“True,” Leon smirked at your acceptance, removing your shirt and throwing it to the floor, now met with your perfect frame and naked upper body for him to admire.

He gently pushed you onto the bed, your back feeling the cold soft covers, then a sensation of warmth from Leon as he climbed on top of you, his knee tucking underneath your left knee and moving to separate your legs as he placed himself neatly in the middle, leaning in to continue kissing your neck. You released laboured breaths and soft moans as he nestled his soft lips on the skin of your neck, occasionally biting you, sending a thrill coursing through your body and grabbing onto him a little harder from the sudden but frequent surprise. Moving lower and placing sweet and small kisses as he moved to your exposed breasts, using his tongue to swirl around your erect nipple, his hand giving attention to the other as he squeezed the bud as he licked and sucked the other.

“Fuck,” you released in a hushed whisper, arching your back the harder he would have fun with your body, that previous guilt melting away as you closed your eyes and let Leon take you into a sea of concupiscent sensations, “mmmhh,” you continued to share your thrill through the exchange of noise.

“Such a beautiful girl,” he said in that deep, rich tone that growled possession over you, the voice that made you forget every moral and every memory of your partner. You were Leon’s for tonight and every other time he desired you.

He moved his hand down from your breast, sliding it down your torso, making his way to your already pulsating core that was getting wet just waiting for Leon, his fingers now at your clothed pussy, him smirking with already being able to feel the damp patch, rubbing circles before removing the clothed barrier, dragging your damp pants down your legs and carelessly dropping it on his bedroom floor. You gasped at the contact of his flesh on your centre, causing you to instinctively grind onto his fingers; he looked at you with that lustrous darkness in his eyes as he gently slid his index finger along your folds, teasing you with only the tips of his fingers, asking for entrance then shying away; he continued this and played with your expectations, getting harder the more you held your breath ready for his entrance.

“P-please, Leon… Please,” you begged.

He smirked once more before gently sliding his large fingers inside your wet pussy, your walls of warmth surrounding them and causing his cock to twitch inside his pants as he saw you squirm under his control and the feeling of your heat; he moved them in and out, keeping a steady rhythm before picking up the pace, making you release laboured and deeper breaths. He watched your pussy, hungrily as you closed your eyes and bit your lip, clutching to your bed covers as he roughly manipulated your senses.

“Such a beautiful girl,” he said under his breath, making you blush and feel warm as he complimented you and made you feel like your body belonged under Leon’s.

He watched you intently as he continued to ram his fingers inside you, watching your chest rise and collapse under your breathing patterns, waiting for when you were going to release yourself; just as you were about to release, your eyes rolled to the back of your head, seeing a blurred vision — but then it all stopped. Disappointed, you opened your eyes and looked at Leon, hungry for more. You were disappointed when you were so close; it felt cruel not to allow you that sweet release.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart… I won’t leave you like that,” he cooed as he lowered himself to have his face align with your wet pussy; he felt his hard cock press against the bed.

He teased you with small licks along your slit, causing a shiver to run down your spin, biting your lip as you waited for more; Leon then pressed his lips on your puffy clit, sucking the sensitive bud that made your squirm under his manipulation, your unfaithfulness was something your forget about with the waves and tides of pleasure and sensation. His fingers went back inside to feel your walls as he continued to suck and pump his fingers, you clenching onto the covers again. But he stopped again just as you were grinding your hips into his mouth.

He loved to toy with you.

You saw that smirk he had as he raised himself and took his pants off, revealing his hard and throbbing erection that was begging to be inside of you; you blushed and felt a wave of warmness slide within your body before he pressed his tip along your slit, teasing you more and more with pressing only the head inside you, then moving out. In and out, he continued, and a jolt of arousal spiked within Leon as he saw your expecting face and your disappointment every time.

“How much do you want me?”

“S-so much, p-please… I want you so bad,” you whimpered.

“Come on, sweetheart; you can beg a little better than that… Start again,” he continued to slightly move his hips as he teased you with the tip of his large cock.

“J-j-just fuck me… Please, I’m all yours; just do it already,” you continued to beg, feeling agitated and wanting to feel what you had come over for; you liked and hated how much control he had over your desires.

Leon loved how much control he had over you; you were his; you were only your partners in social titles, but your body was connected with Leon, and he hoped you would remain connected through your need and desire to be consumed by your appetite for him and his body. Just when he had felt like you begged him enough, proved you wanted, no, yearned for him, he forcefully rammed his length inside of you, causing you to release a high-pitched yelp and the causation of your eyes squeezing shut as you tried to grow accustomed to his length.

“Shhh, shh, shh, not a sound out of that pretty little mouth of yours… We don’t want them to know,” he cooed to you as he placed his rough, calloused hands on your waist and thrusted himself inside your cunt.

“Mmmh,” you continued, moaning and trying to keep your level of noise to a minimum, not wanting the night to be interrupted by the secret being known.

You felt the tip of Leon’s cock kiss your cervix, feeling like it was getting bruised with his handling of you and the length that he pumped inside and out. Immoral unfaithfulness felt so good; it was wrong, and this shouldn’t happen, but it all slipped away when Leon had his way with you. Lost in your sensations when giving your body to him freely and letting your walls clasp around his member, an intimate embrace that begged for Leon never to stop and never to leave you wanting more.

The room was full of the sound of your sweet moans, Leon’s deep and laboured breaths as he pumped himself deeper and deeper into your sweet pussy.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” he continued to praise you, watching as your tits bounced with every thrust he pounded into you; he saw you as a vision of beauty and temptation he needed to indulge himself into every time he was in your presence.

Just as he was lost in his admiration for you, you rolled your eyes to the back of your head, squeezing your eyes shut as you bit your soft bottom lip, gripping your hands on his arms as he continued to fuck you senseless, finally being able to release that built up arousal from him constantly teasing you. He could tell by how your body tensed up and how your face seemed like it drifted off into another world; he took this as an invitation to release a pool of warmth inside you, leaving you both to gasp for air as you finished and left to process how good it was to share each other’s company.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil #leon kennedy smut #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x you #fanfiction #leon s kennedy x reader #older!leon kennedy #leon kennedy infinite darkness #infinite darkness leon #leon s kennedy x fem! reader #older!leon kennedy x fem!reader #cheating #read the warnings

[pricescigar]

Vampire!Wesker X Spanish Native F!Reader (Shy)

Requested by: @weird-angel-blog

TW: Mentions of blood, gore, and NSFW implied

GIF BELONGS TO: monsieurphantom

In fall of 2004 Albert Wesker resided in the Spencer Mansion, or whenver he may roamed. The man was everywhere... lurking in the shadows waiting for his next move.

The Spencer Mansion was left in disseray after the Spencer Mansion Incident in 1998, his STARS Team falling apart. The feeling of betrayal, but to Wesker that was life.

He knew he had to do everything himself, with the incompetence of Krauser and Ada, he had no choice but to do it himself.

"Incompetent fools..."

After his journey in Spain trying to get the Vampire Serum back into rightful hands, killing anyone who had dared to try and stop him.

Wesker wasn't going to let anyone stand in his way no matter what.

He had also found a different Prize... And that was It was Y/N, his prized posession.

Wesker laid his eyes on her, to himself he would say: She's so beautiful... Seeing how shy and innocent she was, it bought a grin to his face.

"Y/N..." He'd coo her name, almost purring out of his lips as he chuckled.

During his life time he knew a good couple of Spanish words and know to to speak some sentences.

Wesker always caught Y/N off guard, he definitely caught her interest. But it always made her wonder... Why was he so fixated on her?

After the first visit, Wesker always came back to visit Y/N every night. Gifting her with flowers, chocolate, jewellery, anything he could find thst reminded him of her.

At first Y/N was surprised by the first couple of visits, but as the weeks passed she loved seeing him... Even leaving the window open for him.

Every night was different, every story, every interaction... Even new feelings too. Sinful one's too.

"Call me Daddy..."

Y/N had to hide the many Vampire bite marks and hickeys that was plastered all over her body. No one has to know ... Did they?

Wesker was always full of durprises which always made her more excited, beginning for more.

Whenever her and Wesker have fun he'd always made sure he'd leave her trembling, begging for him.

"Good evening Chica..." Wesker spoke in a husk voice

Y/N shuddered hearing his beautiful voice...

Even if Wesker knew Y/N for a couple of weeks but he was completely head over heels for her.

And you know what they always said about a Vampire's gaze... It was dangerous. But Y/N gave into it

"Come to me..." Wesker ehideored his eyes glowing a deep crimson redd under his glasses

Y/N obliged, going towards him, with Wesker's hand extending towards her. Taking her into his arms, leaning his head into her neck sniffing it... The blood coursing through her veins...

His fangs getting the larger by the minute, the urge to feed on her... The very vessel. Yet an other idea had struck his mind.

Why didn't he think of it before?

Though being a Vampire was a curse... You was blessed with eternal life, and eternal beauty. And Wesker wanted nothing more but for Y/N to be by his side.

"I shall make you mine, forever and all for eternity."

Y/N couldn't help it but feel so drawn to him, caressing his face extending her neck letting Wesker feed on her.

When the deed was done he lifted up Y/N into his arms, carrying her bridal style and they made the journey back to Wesker's mansion.

And in a matter of hours ... Y/N would have a new life with Wesker.

"Mi amor, I can't wait for you to wake up..." Wesker purred, kissing her neck where the bite was.

#brooke's requested writings #albert wesker #dbd wesker #albert wesker x you #albert wesker resident evil #albert wesker x reader #resident evil

[ravenrune]

A Headcanon for fem so being in a poly relationship with Wesker and Krauser, please?

Wesker x Krauser x F!reader relationship headcanons.

So Wesker x F!reader x Krauser. I like it. A LOT. Wesker x Krauser was the first ship I ever wrote, so I'm pleased to revisit it, albeit in a slightly different way. Warnings: References to sex, but not NSFW. I got slightly carried away again.

• Wesker and Krauser were already in some sort of relationship when they met you. They were having their ups and downs, but they were managing to make it work.

• You met Wesker first, during a business party he had to attend. He was quite taken with you and thought you were a very charming lady right from the start. You two had a lengthy conversation about all kinds of things and shared a dance. After the party was over, Wesker walked you back to your car and asked for your number. You gave it to him.

• You met up with him a couple of times before he confessed he was in a relationship with a man. He informed you that they were open to adding a woman into the mix, provided this woman would get along with both Wesker and Krauser.

• You were hesitant first, but being the open-minded person that you are, you decided you decided you'd like to meet Krauser, too.

• It went well. Jack was quite rough around the edges, unlike Albert. He was definitely attractive in a certain way, and you were willing to spend more time with the both of them.

• After a couple of dates with the two men, you ended up in bed together. Without going into detail, all three of you got exactly what you wanted that night. They both had their own way of bringing you pleasure and each other. So it clicked in bed, too.

• At some point, you moved in with them. That is when the differences really start to show.

• Wesker runs a tight schedule, and ensures that everything is taken care of at all times. You never have to worry about unforseen problems, because he's miles ahead of both you and Krauser, so you don't run into many practical problems with them.

• Krauser, on the other hand, is a bit more chaotic and impulsive. He's quite a lot of fun once you get to know him very well, so he's the one to drag you out of the house to have some fun every once in a while.

• Krauser is also slightly better with emotions. If you're feeling sad or unwell , he's most likely to comfort you with words, whereas Wesker is more of the silently holding you type. Unless Wesker can fix the problem, in which case, he will.

• Sometimes, they need to be together. On those days, they'll send you off to a place you really enjoy, so they can work on the bond between the two of them.

• Of course, you get alone time with both men, too. Wesker will take you out for dinner, Jack is more likely to try and have some fun. He'll let you choose the activity, because he doesn't mind most things. Except for amusement parks. You won't get him to ride a rollercoaster with you.

• They are both very caring towards you, though they show it in different ways. When you're ill, Krauser will be all over you. He'll stick close to you all day and night, making sure you get anything you need. Wesker will assess the situation and propose some sort of treatment, even if you just have a nasty cold. He'll make sure you take your medications on time, that your situation isn't getting any worse and that you stay hydrated.

• When things are getting a bit rough and there are arguments and irritations, Wesker will book a vacation. He doesn't have a lot of free time, but he'll take some time off just to make sure the relationship between Krauser and him, you and him, and you and Krauser remain strong. They both love you in their own ways, and you love them back. So that's definitely a thing they keep an eye on.

• At night, you all share a bed. You'll be cuddled up to Krauser, while Wesker will just lightly drape an arm around your waist.

• Wesker does not cook. Krauser does, but he's not too great. You might need to learn how to cook, if you don't know how to do so already. Unless you like eating Krauser's... creations, of course.

• They are both extremely protective of you, and of each other.

• When it comes to making decisions that affect all three of you, Wesker will insist you all talk about it until you reach an agreement. If you don't, he'll make the decision instead.

• As to where you all live? A nice house on a mountain side, not too far from where Wesker works, but far away enough to not be disturbed by random strangers.

• As for the future? It's looking pretty good.

Thanks for the lovely request. I hope you like it.

#resident evil #headcanons #albert wesker #jack krauser #albert wesker x jack krauser #ravenrune writes #albert wesker x reader #jack krauser x reader

[i-am-dancing-with-dragons]

Survivor - Part 1 of 2

Request: Could I suggest some Jack Krauser x reader, maybe where the reader has been surviving on her own, and he helps her? 

Warnings: Some minor injuries, typical resident evil zombies, guns, knives.

You sprinted through the woods, as far away from the town as you could. It had been one week since...

Since life had gone to hell.

Your family had insisted on sending you to Spain for the summer. A vacation as well as a means to ‘give you a taste of living on your own.’

And if I’d been allowed to stay home, I wouldn’t be running from an undead guy with a chainsaw. You thought bitterly.

You glanced back, searching for any sign of your pursuer, when you collided with something, and fell back onto your ass.

Breathing hard, you looked up at the man you had just run into. He towered over you, crossing his incredibly muscular arms. Cold blue eyes met your own E/C ones.

He also had a large scar on his face.

“You should watch where you’re going, kid.” He said gruffly.

“There’s something coming-” You told him, panting. “A zombie, or something.”

Great job. Sound like a complete lunatic with this guy.

“I mean-”

“I know what you mean.” He cut you off. “How long have you been out here, kid?”

“Lost in the woods you mean? Since... well since last Thursday.” You told him. The adrenaline that had given you so much energy was starting to wear off, and fatigue was replacing it once again.

You hadn’t slept in days. Or eaten.

“Hmmmph.” The man grumbled. “Come on then, kid.”

“What? Come where?”

“Do you want to get out of here, or would you rather take your chances on your own?” He growled.

“No. I’m coming.” You said hurriedly, throwing caution out the window.

*******

Jack grabbed the girl’s wrist, helping her up into the helicopter. The kid looked like death warmed over. She was covered in dirt, scrapes, and bruises, her hair was a mess, and she had dark circles under her eyes.

Still, it was impressive that she had survived on her own for so long. She didn’t seem to have any kind of training.

So she must be a pretty smart girl.

“What’s your name?” Jack asked her.

“Y/N.”

“And how did you come to be here, Y/N?”

“My idiot family sent me to live here for the summer. By myself.” She said it bitterly. “Who are you?” She asked, after a long pause.

“Jack Krauser.”

She studied him for a moment.

“Where are you taking me?”

“Back to base.” He told her.

She didn’t question any further, just sat in silence for the rest of the ride.

*****

You somewhat nervously followed Krauser inside the... well, it looked like a fortress.

“Keep up, kid.” Krauser said gruffly. You trotted up alongside him.

“About time you showed up.” A female voice said, as a stunning woman strode up to you. She wrinkled her nose slightly as she looked at you. “And you’ve picked up a stray as well, I see.”

You scowled, but the woman took no notice.

“He’s waiting for you.”

Krauser nodded curtly, nodded for you to follow him.

At the end of the hall, you entered a large room. It looked like something out of a castle in some dark fairytale.

Standing by the window, there was a man wearing a leather trench coat.

“Did you get it, Krauser?” He asked, not turning around.

“Yes sir.”

The man did turn around this time, and you were surprised to see that his eyes were orange.

“And you have a new companion.”

“Found her in the woods, sir.”

The man studied you for a moment.

“And what is your name?” He asked you.

“Y/N Y/L/N.” You said, amazed that your voice came out as steady as it did.

The man was only a few steps away from you now.

“Well Miss Y/L/N, I’m sure this has been very hard on you.”

What a polite way of saying that it looks like I was hit by a bus. You thought, nodding once.

“That’s all then Krauser, you and your friend can go.”

“Sir.” Krauser said, dipping his head in a nod. Then he turned to you. “Come on, kid.”

Once you got out into the hall, you glanced up at your unexpected... rescuer?

“Where are we going now?”

“You are going to my room, so you can get yourself cleaned up.” He told you. “And I am going to find you something to eat, before you starve to death.”

As he lead you into his room, and showed you the shower, he also went over to the dresser, and grabbed a t-shirt.

“I’ll have to ask Excella about finding you some proper clothes. This is the best I can do for now.” He tossed it to you.

“Thanks.” You said, and closed the door. You didn’t think you had ever been so excited for a shower.

You watched as the dirt washed down the drain, revelling in the warm water that drenched you.

You washed your hair with the body wash, and combed it through with your fingers.

When you got out, you towelled off, and put on the t-shirt that Krauser had given you.

You actually giggled at how large it was on you. It almost reached your knees.

Stepping out, you noticed that Krauser was waiting for you, holding a wrapped sandwich.

You took it gratefully.

“Excella will find you some clothes tomorrow.”

“I’m not in a rush. Where would I go?” You asked, and he smirked.

“I hope you don’t mind sharing the bed, kid, because there isn’t a spare.”

You waved a hand, swallowing your bite of sandwich.

“Not fussy.” You told him, he snorted in amusement.

“No, I suppose you aren’t.”

******

Jack watched Y/N climb into the bed, and curl up. In under a minute, she was asleep.

The kid was holding up well, even though she’d clearly been through hell and back.

A survivor. Just like him.

Jack’s lips twitched up into the smallest of smiles. “Goodnight, Kid.”

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I never flew in for suggestions so quick in my life I’m desperate for his man. I’d love to definitely see something with Jealous Krauser x f!reader where she is with Leon on this mission and the two have trained with Krauser in the past and seeing them close makes him jealous and worried that she’s moved on from him and he pulls her aside to have a chat (small angst, small fluff, slight smut). Jealous Krauser would just be **chef kiss**

Omg omg OMG. This is such a great idea! I fell in love with him since the remake came out (well, I'm down bad at this point), and this was so fun to write. I hope you like it!

Krauser's eyes followed the two of you across the room. There was something about how that rookie looked at you that made him mad. On top of that, he could feel his blood boil whenever Leon would touch you. It didn't matter if there were simple touches, such as gentle pats on the back, they still annoyed him.

Krauser figure it out he had a crush on you the moment he saw Leon helping you with your aim. When he saw Leon so close to your body, he got so jealous that he almost killed the poor guy in the next training session.

The Major couldn't focus on his mission, which wasn't in his character.

"Hey, you alright?" Leon asked as he gently rubbed your back. He saw your distressed state and wanted to comfort you since it was your first mission and you were kinda nervous. Leon and Krauser had some sort of experience, but you were a rookie. So far, you have been grateful for having them by your side. You leaned your head over Leon's shoulder, and he pulled you closer. Then you wrapped your arm around his waist, listening to his encouraging words.

"C'mon, it will be easy, you'll see. If I survived a zombie outbreak, you can survive on this mission just fine."

Lucky for all of you, it wasn't something that involved BOWs. It was an undercover mission, but you were nervous regardless.

"Yeah, but you’re awesome and badass, and I’m just a rookie."

"Don't say that," Leon said in a soft tone. "You're awesome in your own way. I've seen you train with Krauser, and trust me, I wouldn't be able to last that long like you did."

"Heh, yeah..." you said, and you immediately blushed as some dirty memories appeared in your mind.

What Leon and the rest didn't know is that you and Krauser dated for a while. It was...magical. You thought that Jack would be cold and distant with you just as he was at work, but he surprised you with how gentle and caring he could be. However, Jack valued his work above anything else, and when the time came for him to choose the ending, it was obvious.

You went your separate ways, tried to move on, and now you look at this man who hugs and comforts, starting to see a possible new beginning. You're still not completely over Krauser, tho. This mission was already hard for you without his presence. You tried to ignore him as you were still pissed, but there was a small part of your heart that wanted to see him try to take you back. You hated how he ignored you and treated you like a normal soldier.

You raised your head and met Leon's eyes. He was looking down at you with what seemed to be the most carrying and gentle glance. Looking at his face almost made you forget about Krauser, but even after so much time, thinking about a man like this still feels like cheating.

"We have a mission to finish," you said as you pulled away. Still, Leon seemed to have a hard time separating from your body.

Krauser couldn't do anything but watch helplessly the whole scene from across the room. For him, you were still his girl, and seeing you so close to another man infuriated him. He hated when he felt so...vulnerable in front of his emotions. Still, he couldn't help but wonder if you were over him completely, because judging by how you and Leon acted recently, it seems that way.

Jack didn't want to lose you, he didn't want to see you with another man, especially one that he trained. He couldn't wait until the mission was finished, he had to act now.

He came from behind you and gently grabbed your arm.

"Y/N, a word?" he asked, annoyed.

"Uhm, sure."

Leon was busy talking with other agents and didn't notice you two leaving.

"So what's up?" you asked with your hands in your pockets, not knowing what to say. You were nervous, an emotional wreck, even as his mere touch brought up some feelings you thought were gone. It's been a while since you two were so close. On one hand, you were still angry with him, but on the other hand, you wanted him. You wanted him to touch you, to hug you, and to just kiss you on your cheeks, lips, and bruises like he used to do after every training.

"Nothing much, I just wanted to make sure you're ok that's all. I noticed you were kinda nervous."

Oh, please, like you care." You scoffed and turned around to join Leon and the rest.

"Already wanna go to your precious rookie, huh?" He teased, a smirk appearing on his face.

You froze for a second, then turned around again to confront him.

"Oh, grow up! He just tries to comfort me. If you'd pay attention, you'd learn a thing or two."

"Oh dear, but I've been paying attention, and all I could see was two agents fooling around instead of focusing on the damn mission!"

"Fooling around?! Never mind, that's all you care about anyway." You shouted, not caring if anyone heard you. "You only care about the damn mission. It's all about the duty, never about the people around you."

"How can you say that? I care about my people and my team, and I care about you! I've always cared about you!"

"You never bothered to show me that."

"That's because you didn't let me." He kept closing the distance between you, but you didn't move an inch. You were still angry at him, but at the same time, something about this whole scene made you desire him more and more. "I-I was a fool..."

This confession left you speechless. Seeing you remain silent, he continued.

"You were right about me. I did not treat you right." His eyes, which used to be filled with rage, were now full of regret. "I kept trying to fulfill my duty as a soldier but failed to fulfill my duty as your partner."

"Jack, what is the reason you wanted to talk with me?" You asked confused. You didn't know what was going on.

"I-" he sighed and paused for a second. "I saw you getting closer to Leon and I got panicked. I felt like I was losing you, and I can't stand the idea of not having you in my life. I just-" He raised a hand to caress your cheek. "I just want to start over, I want you."

You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to melt into his touch.

"But if you don't want me back, I get it. Just say the word, and I'll stop chasing you."

"Jack..."

"Yes."

"Don't stop." You kept your eyes close and felt Krauser close the distance between you completely. Your bodies were glued together as he pinned you to the wall. You soon felt your lover's lips over yours, and in just a few seconds you were kissing passionately, reminiscing all the good times you spent together. His hands began to wander all over your body, from your neck to your waist, and they stopped on your hips. Your hands never stopped caressing his chest, as you knew that was his soft spot.

"Hmm, don't stop." You said between kisses and whimpers. One of his hands moved to grab your neck and urged you to tilt your head back. Bless that height difference, as you've never felt so good. You never thought that you'd make out with your Major on your first mission, but you were grateful for feeling his touch once again.

"I'll never stop..." he said almost breathlessly in a needy tone. "Never..." Your tongues never stopped playing with each other, even when you ran out of energy. The kiss became sloppy, but you both enjoyed it regardless, making you both want more.

"Major Krauser?" Leon shouted from the other room, not daring to check on you. "Is everything alright?"

You both froze the kiss, refusing for a moment to stop. Eventually, Krauser pulled out a thin strand of saliva that connected your lips for a second before being broken.

Goddamnit, rookie..." he said, frustrated.

"Hey..." you cupped his cheek and made him look at you. "We can continue this after this mission." You winked and kissed his lips once again before joining the rest. Krauser followed you after he calmed himself down and fixed his pants.

"Everything good?" Leon asked you, noticing your rosy face.

"Yes, yes, just had a little argument, that's all. C'mon, we have a mission to finish."

"Wow, someone has a different vibe. This means that you won the argument?"

"You can say that." You barely stopped the smirk from appearing on your face.

"Told you you were a badass. Not everyone can win an argument against the Major and come out as happy as you."

You couldn't stop giggling. Leon was a smart guy, but he was so clueless sometimes.

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