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lxstfuleclipse · 1 year

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hello♡

I just want more louis just like you.. so how about something gentle with him, like caring for this cutie after a hard day when he just wants to be in the arms of his beloved?

if the order is bad or not interesting, just ignore

and sorry for my english, it's not my native language, heh

hi!! your english is just fine bae, let's see what's brewin' in the pot for you!

【 summary!! luis comes home not his usual self, his sweet spouse cheers him up. 】

【 content warning!! gn!agent!reader, mentions of workplace bullying/discrimination, mentions of death, slight angst, post-canon RE4 + possible spoilers, canon divergence, kissing, cuddling. a very sad luis :( 】

He didn't know how much more of it he could take.

The staring, the whispers, the dirty looks. .

What else was he supposed to do?

After Ashley's rescue, things seemed to take a turn for the better. He was granted immunity, along with a job as a researcher for the government. He was a proper researcher now, he was going to help save lives instead of standing aside as they were being destroyed.

He wanted to change, he wanted to be a better person. He wanted to try everything to atone for the past, the pain and chaos he's helped cause.

People can change, can't they?

Everyday, he'd walk into the office to make his way down to the lab. He'd catch the stares, hearing the whispers about him made the hairs on the back of his neck stand, and those looks. . those fucking looks.

"Wait- isn't that the guy who was apart of that cult?"

"What if he took out that Saddler creep so he could be boss. .?"

"What's he doin' in that lab? Bet he's making more of those sick parasites. ."

"He's probably the reason the president's daughter almost died."

He thought they'd eventually pass, that it wouldn't matter anymore. He tried his best, he really did. He just wanted to prove them wrong, that he wasn't the cultist monster they thought he was. But, he couldn't help but feel guilty.

He helped create Las Plagas, and by the time he realized his mistake it was too late. He just hoped- no, prayed that it wasn't too late for forgiveness, to pay his retribution.

He sighed, fiddling with his house key. He never talked to you about what was going on, he never wanted you to worry about him, especially about something so trivial. So, he shook it off, took a deep breath, and put on his poker face.

"I'm home, mi corazón!"

A smile on his face, he chuckles as you leap into his arms. Your arms and legs wrapped around him tight, like you were afraid to let him go.

"Ay! Where's all this coming from, eh? I'm sure I wasn't gone that long, cariño." He smirked, pressing a sweet kiss against your lips as he gently sets you on the floor, but his arms never leaving you.

God, he missed you. After another long day, he just wanted to be in your arms, just wanted to be near you. You were his home, his sweet paradise.

"I made your favorite for dinner. Go ahead and get comfortable, I'll make you a plate, babe." You say, pressing a kiss against his cheek before making your way back to the kitchen, so excited to spend the rest of the evening with your boyfriend.

He smiles as he watches you return to the kitchen before sighing as he crashed onto the couch, his hand combing through his dark locks as he finally got a moment to just be. . in peace. He was safe within the walls of your shared apartment, with such a sweet and loving partner like you here waiting for him.

He didn't deserve you. Of all people, why him?

"Luis. . you okay, baby?"

He quickly lifts his head to face you, you looked so worried. Fuck, he didn't want that to happen. How was he supposed to play this off?

He chuckled nervously, nodding, "Yes, yes, of course I am. Why wouldn't I be? I'm here, in this wonderful city with a wonderful partner and using this brain of mine to help people. I'm doing just fine, mi vida." He said, pressing a soft kiss against your knuckles after you set your plates down on the coffee table.

"Lu, honey. . I know something's wrong. You look so tired and. . over it, honestly. Are you sure that you're okay? You know that you can tell me anything, sweet baby." You assure him, caressing his cheek.

He couldn't contain it anymore. He just couldn't.

He sighed, resting his back against the couch. He finally shook his head, "It's. . been a rough few weeks, cariño. I feel like I'm barely keeping it together, if I'm being honest." He said, beginning to fiddle with his trusted lighter.

"Ever since. . you know, my co-workers look at me strange. While I'm on the way to the lab, I hear whispers and rumors, seeing those dirty looks they shoot at me. At first, I understood why. I mean, how would you react if your new co-worker used to work under a cult leader? That I stood by and let it all happen? I don't blame them. ." He sighed, flicking the lighter closed.

"I've been trying to atone for my sins, amor, I really have been. I feel. . horrible for what happened. All I wanted was to get out of that village, somehow, and I thought maybe that would be my chance. . obviously, I was wrong. I want to change, to be a better person. Ever since I was granted immunity, I've made that my mission. So far? It's going pretty damn poorly."

You could feel your heart break as you listened to him, you felt so bad. How could they? How could they just. . make those assumptions and accusations about him without actually asking for his side of events?

Luis was a brilliant man, an amazing boyfriend to you. Sure, he's done some major fuck-ups in the past, but he regrets every last thing. He just wanted to make-up for it all. He looked so sad, he never meant any harm, especially to the president and his daughter. That's why he helped when he did.

"I just. . I just want to help. I've lived a shitty life, and the moment I get a do-over. . more shit comes my way." He sighed, trying to keep his tears. They didn't deserve them, he had to be strong. But, he felt like he was reaching a breaking point.

"Lu. . whatever they say, it's not true. You and I both know that. Yes, you fucked up then, but you're making up for it now, and if they can't see that then they better not ask for your help when shit hits the fan." You said, getting a little pissed about it now. If you could, you'd kick every one of their uppity, government asses.

"You're a wonderful man, you've showed me that during that mission and you continue to show me that. If you truly were the ruthless bastard that they say you are, then you would've let Ashley die, you would've let all of us die." You say, wiping his tear away with your thumb as he looked so lovingly at you.

"Luis, I love you. You're going to help make this sick world a better place, and I'm so fucking proud of you." You say with a smile.

"I-I. . I don't deserve you, amor. Mi vida, la luz de mis ojos. What has this bastard done to deserve such love?" He whispered, finally being able to let go of his tears as he holds you close. You wrap your arms around each other in a warm embrace. He was so happy that you chose him.

"You're you, and that's all that matters, Lu." You murmur, holding him so close to you, wanting to squeeze out all those doubts and thoughts from him.

You loved him for him, and that was never going to change.

"Now, how about we enjoy dinner and some mind-numbing television? Then a nice, warm bubble bath and a movie with yours truly?" You ask, booping his nose.

He chuckled, sighing as he shook his head.

"That would be wonderful, my darling. . how can I repay such kindness and love? Would a massage suffice?" He spoke, smirking as he bounces his eyebrows, possibly hinting to something more.

You giggle, "I'm sure that'll do just fine as payment for my services."

He didn't deserve you. But, he damned sure wasn't going to fuck this up. No. . this was his second chance, and he was going to cherish every minute of it.

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yourlastbraincell-kiwi · 1 year

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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leonw4nter · 1 month

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maybe like a lil drabble (or whatever you’d like to do) where instead of hunnigan working with leon, it’s the reader. and they be all flirty and cute and kinda like 👉👈

tbh it can work for anything post-re2r, even if its still before re4r. you can do how he acts around you in different eras (if you want to at all, or just choose an era)

sooo whatever you have most inspo with! thank youu

RE4R!Leon x FOSAgent!F!Reader drabble

After Ashley and Luis had gone to sleep in the small ramshackle shed Leon had managed to locate for the night, he sat by the entrance of their temporary shelter and turned on his comms, waiting for his radio to pick up a stable wavelength to relay information back to HQ. The dingy little thing still wouldn’t pick up a frequency, which the blond didn’t wonder about since he’s been thrown around one too many times, the walkie-talkie probably also got a small beating along with the impact his body took. After giving a small pat to the black box in his hands, he finally managed to hear the static of his handler’s voice.

“Condor One to Roost, baby Eagle is currently taking shelter in this… dilapidated hut,” he sternly reports. “Along with Sera. Luis Sera.”

A moment of silence fills the air, accompanying the gentle pitter patter of the rain on the thickening mud before you respond to his reports.

“Hmm… aerial imaging tells me you’re near a lake, am I right? Can hear the rain from here,” you say.

“Yeah. We’re not too far from a lake,” he responds. “Guess we got eyes in the sky too, huh.”

He hears a faint little breath coming from you, probably a soft scoff. He smiles to himself, the first time in a long time before he brings his wrist near to his face.

“What time is it back home?” he asks.

“1300.”

“You should probably get some rest, baby. Don’t worry about me, I’m making sure we all get out of here in one piece.”

“I want to but I can’t bring myself to,” he hears you softly respond. “I can’t risk losing you, you know. I gotta keep guard on comms 24/7 even though I know you’re great at your job.”

Leon’s heart squeezes a little bit; he knows how important rest is to someone, which is ironic considering how he hasn’t had proper rest in over 96 hours and is desperately craving a good, lengthy sleep though he doesn’t mind if it means keeping Ashley and the flirty Spaniard safe and sound. He won’t mind, most of all, if it meant keeping in touch with you.

“And besides, I have reports to send to Graham– location updates, aerial view images, all that jazz. I have many things to work on,” you say before he hears you yawn quietly. “It’s not like I can just stop doing these because I’m tired; at the end of the day, the president is a father who wants to know how his daughter is doing all the way on the other side of the world. He’s worried sick.”

“And at the end of the day, I’m just your boyfriend who wants to make sure my girlfriend is still taking care of herself despite all her workload,” Leon responds. “I know baby, I know but still take some time to rest– even for a little bit.”

A soft sigh can be heard from your end.

“Fine. But aren’t you supposed to be resting too? Don’t see any threats within a 3-mile radius, you’re good.”

“Nah. Gotta keep watch, can’t be too vigilant. You’ll be the one resting for both of us tonight,” he says.

“Leon.”

“I’ll get rest later, honey. I promise,” Leon pleads.

Another sigh. Gosh, Leon hates how you’ve been sighing a lot more lately, which meant that a lot was weighing on your mind.

“Promise me that. Or I’ll personally fly there to beat your ass.”

“I’d rather you beat something else of mine instead,” Leon jokes.

“I’ll remind you, agent Kennedy, that we’re still on government-operated frequencies so I highly recommend communicating in a professional manner.”

“Ma’am yes ma’am agent Kestrel, the absolute love of my life.”

“I’m going to go on the break you’ve been forcing me to have instead.”

Leon chuckles to himself, a small puff of air leaving his cracked and pale lips.

“Okay, okay. Good night, baby. I’ll talk to you 4 hours from now.”

“Good night, hon. I… I miss you and… please stay safe,” you sincerely whisper to him, unable to switch off the frequency connecting you to him.

“Me too. I miss you. I love you,” he says before turning the radio off and placing it back in one of the many fancy pockets he had.

He props one leg up while he sits, resting his forearm on his knee as he looks out into the dark and foggy scenery. The rain would be nice if he was back home with his girlfriend, cuddling and joking in the bed of their shared apartment instead of this miserable hellhole infested with mutants and murder-crazed cult fanatics. As much as he wanted to bring along a locket or a small picture of you he couldn’t, out of making sure that there would be no traces of foreigners that the crazy locals could use to somehow involve all of America into this. A faint creak of the rickety wooden floorboards has the hairs on the back of his head standing, his hands flying to the sleek silver pistol on his holster to point it at the source of the noise, only for the source of the noise to be the nosy Spaniard who was unfortunately very much wide awake and conscious throughout the conversation he had.

“Didn’t know you had a ladylove, sancho.” was all the man said after raising his arms up as the agent pointed his gun at him.

Leon put his gun back down, the usual smoulder and frown taking its place back into his haggard features as he sat back down and stared out into nothingness again.

“Didn’t peg you as the type to call a lady ‘baby’ or ‘honey’,” he teases. He walks up to Leon, taking a spot beside him and placing a cigarette to his lips before lighting the end of it with his lighter.

“‘You should probably get some rest, baby’,” Luis repeats with a sly smirk as he shoots Leon a curious look.

Leon simply gives him a death glare, squinting his eyes before turning his attention back to somewhere that isn’t irritating or getting on his last nerve.

“That’s not what it was.” It was what it was.

“Mhm, Sancho.”

“You be thankful she hasn’t ratted your ass out to the president yet,” he hisses.

“Good point there,” Luis sneers. “No… no anything then?”, to which Leon responds with silence.

“Then… perhaps she’d like to go out for a jive, a little dance of bachata with me,” the Spaniard presses with a shit-eating grin. “Since you two don’t seem to be anything.”

“Back off from my girlfriend,” Leon blurted as he froze the man in front of him with his steel blue gaze.

Luis puts out his cigarette, chucking it somewhere and gets up as he walks back to where he ‘slept’ moments ago.

“Okay, sancho. I can clearly see that you’re hers,” he comments. “I guess only you have the pass to call her ‘the absolute love of your life’. Buenas noches, amigo.”

With a wink, he lays back down on the floor and turns to his side to fall asleep.

NOTES - It feels great to finally get back to posting again!!! It's been quite some time and since I'm finally finished with the third quarter and my tests, I'll be more active with posting fics :)) Requests have been marinating in my inbox and I know ppl have been waiting for quite some time so here's the request, more otw!!!! I'm also eepy rn so I'm going to go to bed after I post this <3 Neways, thanks for reading my works and I <3333 UUUU!!!!!! HAVE A GREAT DAY WHEREVER YOU ARE <3

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vivwritesfics · 7 months

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Rich Kids Club

Chapter One

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

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

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

The Monaco Grand Prix.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Can't wait," said Daniel.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Let the ground swallow her up now.

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

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

Carlos turned around.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Have you always been a Ferrari fan?"

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

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

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

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

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

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bihanarms · 1 year

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Short one-shot in English (sorry in advance for any mistakes, I'm French) featuring Luis x Fem!Reader!!

Warning: Some mild smut at the end :p

It takes place while Luis is working at Lab 6, secretly developing Nemesis with his colleagues.

You're supposed to be a journalist coming to interview Umbrella and their pharmaceutical advancements, but the truth is that you're there to extract information about their true motives and try to expose the truth about Umbrella to the world. Unfortunately for you, it's Luis who you have in front of you :p Feel free to correct me or let me know if anything doesn't sound right.

OS: Luis x Fem!Reader : Not So Dangerous Curiosity

11:57 a.m.

A deep breath was taken, as a trembling hand reached into a overused notebook from a bag, followed by another hand searching for a black pen. "Fuck, where is that damn thing?"

(Name) finally felt what seemed like a pen under her fingers after hunting through every corner of her handbag, and immediately pulled it out. "Well, a pencil will do," she said to herself.

She took another deep breath as she saw her colleague approaching in the distance, cigarette in hand. The scent of mint mixed with tobacco wafted into (Name)'s nose as she immediately took the cigarette away from her cameraman's fingers. "You could’ve juste ask…" sighed the young man as he took out a camera from his bag.

(Name) pretended not to hear him as she looked at her watch for the twentieth time in a few minutes.

12:00 p.m.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

A nod and a hand gesture to indicate the camera now resting on the young man right shoulder were his response.

"Don't forget, I'm the one who speaks," were (Name)'s last words before being interrupted by the creaking of a door. "Are you here for the interview?" asked the man in a white coat who had just opened the door.

From head to toe, (Name)'s gaze traveled over the man standing right in front of her. Medium-length brown hair, stubble, tall and slender... a well-defined face, a rather charming smil-

"Ai, Señorita, por favor, I just asked you a question," snapped the man in the coat, bringing (Name) back to reality with a snap of his fingers.

"Luis Sera, encantado," he mocked, "Are you here for the report on our latest advances in the pharmaceutical field?

Her heart started beating fast as she realized that she had lost herself in her thoughts and had been caught staring at the man named Luis a bit too intensely. She straightened up, trying to regain her composure and seriousness so as not to lose her credibility, and raised her eyes to meet those of the researcher.

Blue or gray eyes? Maybe both? Well, it was an enchanting colo-

"(Name), please " came a sharp voice from behind the young woman.

A smirk was heard from the person still standing in the partially open door.

Fuck..,for the second time, she had lost herself in his gaze and had forgotten all her professionalism in a matter of seconds.

"We're ready, sorry for the delayed response, we're just intimidated by Umbrella's reputation. It's just the stress talking," (Name) tried to recover, gradually regaining her confidence. No matter who was in front of her, and no matter what he looked like, (Name) had a very important objective today.

Take Umbrella Down.

Luis Sera opened the door wide and gestured for the two reporters to enter his laboratory.

"So, this is stress, huh?" These words were spoken low enough for the cameraman not to hear, but said at the right moment for (Name) to understand them as she passed by the handsome researcher.

(Name) stood in front of the imposing facilities of laboratory number 6, immediately struck by the high-tech aspect of the place. The room was filled with machines whose names she could hardly imagine, tables filled with paper documents inscribed with diagrams that she barely understood. Samples were also stored on all sides. But the answers she was looking for about what Umbrella really was, or at least the paper evidence, seemed to be nowhere in sight.

Quick, she signaled to her camera-friend to turn it on, gripped her notebook tightly in her hands, and put on a confident air, leaving no trace of how she had behaved towards this man before entering the building.

"Zoom in on his face," she said firmly.

"I'm going straight to the point, Mr. Sera. There are rumors spreading about the company you work for," she said.

Luis' face tensed as he heard her first words,

"It is said that you are actually busy manufacturing secret bio-organic weapons to create new human species like super soldiers-"

The Umbrella researcher suddenly ordered security to remove the cameraman from the room as he found himself face to face with the young woman who had just lowered her microphone.

"Did I say something I shouldn't have?" (Name) said provocatively.

Luis took a few steps towards her, bringing his face close to hers, now just a few inches apart. As (Name) was not intimidated, she kept control of the situation, not moving her face an inch. she was determined to extract any useful reaction from the researcher.

"It's funny how I thought you were here for a report on our latest pharmaceutical advances," he said sharply.

"Maybe you had trouble reading our email," (Name) mocked, raising back her microphone right in front of her interlocutor's mouth. "I'm still waiting for your answer, Dr. Sera"

"You see, mi hermosa," Luis began, placing his finger on the microphone to reposition it, "I thought I was going to have a nice, interesting interview with a beautiful journalist that I could have taken to a hotel for the night if she had wanted to. But you just ruined the mood of the day, I'm afraid."

Her thoughts raced in her head as (Name) tried to find a coherent way to respond to the man who was just millimeters away from her face. She could feel her blood rushing in her veins as her face slightly flushed. She would have loved to spend the night in a hotel with him as he had suggested, and let him take care of her. Luis was exactly her type of man under normal circumstances. But today unfortunately, she had to try her best to achieve her professional goals, and had no choice but to ruin the mood, as he put it.

Seconds passed and the ticking of the needle on (Name)'s watch grew louder, as a small voice in her head told her that maybe she could try to combine pleasure and professionalism in this story.

As she slid her hand up Luis' leg delicately, (Name) stood on her tiptoes and began whispering in his ear.

"If you don't want to answer now, then maybe, just maybe," her hand moved up to Luis' belt buckle, playing with it as if to give him a hint of what she was going to propose, "I could give you what you wanted initially, before I 'ruined the mood', in exchange for some innocent information. No one would know who leaked it, handsome."

A wave of heat was felt below Luis' belt as he couldn't help but imagine the different positions in which he could have taken (Name) right now. Deep down, he couldn't deny the effect that these words had on him.

Without warning, he grabbed the young woman in front of him by the neck, eliciting a moan from (Name), who couldn't help but smile at the man’s action.

A brief silence hung in the air for a few seconds as Luis closed the gap between his lips and (name)'s, almost brushing them. A shiver ran down our journalist's spine as a tempest of emotions surged within her: excitement, passion, apprehension.

Their gazes locked once again, and their breaths grew more intense as his free hand slowly slid down (name)'s belly, making its way between her underwear and jeans, stopping just where he could feel her wet core.

« Don’t stop there. » breathed (Name) heavily.

The sensations were overwhelming, as time seemed to stand still for a few moments. Their hearts were pounding, their breaths were short, and only (name)'s hands trembled slightly, while the atmosphere crackled with palpable tension.

Unable to resist any longer, she tried to bring her lips closer, ready to dance with the man’s tongue.

"You wish," Luis said finally, pulling his face back just in time to barely avoid her kiss.

"Now get out of here and never set foot in this lab again, neither you or your cameraman boyfriend," he continued firmly, releasing (name)'s neck suddenly and turning his back on her, trying to hide the obvious bulge that had formed in his pants.

"You haven't heard the last of me, handsome " (name) retorted sharply, after picking up her bag from the floor and turning towards the exit.

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Amor en una caja

Luis Serra x Southern reader

You meet Luis after getting separated from Leon. Will his charm win over your heart?

18+ under cut!

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You came to the island with Leon to save the President's daughter, and somehow you'd ended up separated from him after being chased by a horde of infected. You ran into a Spaniard man as you were sneaking through a village. He practically ran into you as he snuck around a corner. Jumping a few feet away you drew your pistol on him. Harshly you whisper to him. "Who are you?"

Holding his hands up in surrender he gave you a nervous smile. "Easy señorita, I'm a good guy." "How do I know you ain't working with em?" He hadn't expected your thick accent, it seemed to trip him up. "Um... well for one thing I'm running away from those guys too, so if I were working with them don't you think I wouldn't have to run from them?"

You lower your gun only to draw again when you see an infected behind him. He ducks as you kill it with a well-placed headshot. "Estúpida! They heard you!" You can hear their yelling as they run to check out the noise. Looking around frantically you spot an open window. "C'mon this way!" You leap through onto the old wood floor and proceed to sweep the rooms looking for anyone that may be inside. With it cleared you meet up with your new acquaintance in the small kitchen.

He's rummaging through the cabinets looking for something. "So what's your name señorita?" "It's y/n, what's yours?" With a can of something in hand, he bows introducing himself. "I am Luis Sera but you may call me Luis." He tosses you the can and you examine the label trying to figure out what it is. It's in Spanish and you don't even try reading it. But it looks like black beans maybe?

"Not the best time to ask but do you have a smoke?" "No, I've never smoked a day in my life." He shrugs leaning against the counter. "Are you here alone or did you have someone with you?" "I'm supposed to be with my partner Leon but we got separated." "Ah, Leon! I met him a little while ago!" You perk up at that. "Really? Where was he?"

"Well, last I saw him. He was with a young lady named Ashley, and they were heading through the village."

"They must not have succeeded in the extraction and got a new extraction point." You check your communicator, and sure enough, the original extraction point had changed. We need to move otherwise we won't make it." "Y/n I need to do something first. Both Leon and Ashley are infected, but it hasn't taken over yet. I need to get to my lab so I can make a slowing agent." You sigh but nod in understanding."I'll go with you as extra protection."

"Deal, now let's get out of here before they find us." Looking out the open window, you see that they're gone, and the coast is clear. Hopping out the window, you stay low and peek around the corner. "Go go go!" He runs across to another house as you follow. He looks around the corner for a split second before whipping back around with a tense and surprised look on his face. You move to look past him unintentionally boxing him in against the wall. You're none the wiser as you observe the old woman carrying a pitchfork with her back turned to you.

He tenses, keeping his arms flat to his sides as you lean around him. This close, he can get a good look at you. You're wearing a damaged flannel over a bulletproof vest and a plain white T-shirt. Your muddy and slightly torn bootcut jeans mostly cover your square-toe cowboy boots, and you aren't wearing makeup. You suddenly look up at him, locking eyes before realizing what you're doing. Moving away from him, you mouth a "Sorry."

You bend down, grabbing a stone and gesturing that you would throw it to distract her. Moving to the opposite side of the house, you toss the stone far enough that she could still hear it. When he gives you the thumbs up, you sneak around with him. He leads you away from the village and pushes back some brush, revealing the mouth of a small cave. You look at him skeptically as he bows, gesturing for you to go ahead of him. "Ladies first."

Rolling your eyes, you duck under the lip of the cave entrance with your flashlight in hand. "So, does this cave lead to the lab or something?" "Eh sort of. It gets us pretty close." After a few minutes of navigating through the cave, you reach an underground river with a place to jump across. You can see that the cave continues on the other side. As you're busy looking at the relatively calm water flowing past, you hear Luis running and see him jump across successfully.

"Hey Luis, take my gun and flashlight." Making sure the safety is on you toss them over. You didn't want them to get soaked if you didn't make it across. There was a low rock you could use to climb up if you fell in, and you weren't worried about being swept away in such a calm current. Backing up a few yards, you took a running leap. Your landing was successful, but the rocks suddenly gave out under you, sending you plunging into the dark water below.

It was freezing cold as you surfaced and swam for the rocks. Luis hopped down to help pull you up. You knew hypothermia would likely affect you if you didn't dry off quickly. You tore off your drenched flannel and vest, tossing them to the ground and looking your arms over for any scrapes. You gathered your hair and rung it out.

He could see your bra under the opaque fabric of your white shirt. His whistle in appreciation startles you, and you follow his gaze to your chest, covering yourself with your arms. "Hey! You'd best turn your sorry tail around 'for I punch yer lights out!" He holds his hands up and spins around on his heel facing away from you. You partially turn away from him as you remove your shirt to ring it out.

He turns his head to look at you out the corner of his eye. His gaze traces the curve of your spine all the way down to where it disappears under your jeans. He snaps his head forward when you lift the shirt to put it on, narrowly missing getting caught. "Stay like that I ain't done yet." You slip off your soaked boots and socks before unbuttoning your jeans. As you slip them off, he looks at you again over his shoulder.

As you bend over, you happen to look his way, catching him in the act. Yelping, you pull down your shirt in an attempt to cover yourself again. "You idiot!" You throw your boot at him, his eyes widen, and he curls in on himself. It hits him square in the back of his head. "Ow, ok, I deserved that."

After you finish ringing out everything and putting everything back on, he holds your pistol and flashlight out for you. Snatching them from him, you give him an angry glare and continue through the cave.

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You trudge out the cave exit and push the bushes aside. He takes the lead again. There aren't many infected around here, but you can't relax. When you get to a metal door with a card scanner, he slips out an umbrella ID. He pushes open the door gun drawn. You sneak through the halls, not liking how quiet it is.

When you reach the right room, he scans his card again and jogs over to a computer hooked up to some machinery. You keep a lookout as he makes the slowing agent. After a few tense minutes, he walks over with a small case of syringes filled with liquid. "Now we have to get out of here." You call Leon, and he answers, but it's choppy. You can barely make out the word mines through the static.

"Alright then to the mines we go." At this point, you might as well call him your tour guide. He takes the lead yet again, showing you a secret hatch in a storage closet. A ladder leads down to the start of the mines.

There are lanterns and torches along the walls and hanging from the ceiling. He leads you further in and stops when he hears something. There are three infected men ahead, two conversing a bit with each other, and the other is guarding your way through. "We can take them." You nod already aiming at one. Both of you shoot at the same time, and it takes a few shots to kill them. There are large crates in the corner, and you notice some are open. Curiosity getting the better of you, you check them for anything useful.

Finding nothing, you both move on. When you come upon another large room, you duck back around the corner. A large, infected man with a boars head and an oversized sledgehammer is standing in the center as if he were waiting for something. Luis touches a loose rock on the wall, and it falls to the ground, alerting your enemy. You can hear the man running towards you so you both run the way you came.

Coming back to the Crates, there's only one large enough to fit you. Luis gets inside and pulls you in with him, sliding the lid shut. You both hold your breath as you hear the man trudge through. He stops close by, then turns around and walks back to where he was before. You sigh in relief when you don't hear him anymore.

What little light seeps through the cracks of the crate allows you to make out his silhouette and some of his features. He moves his leg, propping it up, which makes his thigh press into you between your legs. You squeak at the contact and try to sit up only for your hand to slip on some loose plastic at the bottom of the crate. You fall onto him, your chest pressed into his, and nose to nose. "Um... ar-are you alright?"

"Ye-yeah." You're kinda glad for the low light right now, so he can't see how much you resemble a tomato. His hands land on your waist, and his lips press against yours. His move surprises you, but you slowly relax into him. His lips moving against yours become more intense as his hands slide under your shirt. They glide along your sides, and his fingers slip under the hem of your jeans. His thumbs run over the sensitive sides of your abdomen, making you moan.

Reaching between you, you pull down the zipper of his jacket and unbutton his shirt. Your hands roam over his lean stomach. He chuckles at how eager you are. Pulling away, you both catch your breath. "Mi amor, you feel amazing against me." He kisses you again, your tongues intertwining as his hands move to the backs of your thighs. He breaks away only to scoot you up and press his lips to your neck.

He places kisses from your jaw to your collarbone and back up, leaving you breathless. His teeth nip at your skin, and he sucks hickeys into your flesh. "May I please you another way, Mi amor?" He purrs the words as his hand presses into your stomach with the tips of his fingers under the hem of your jeans. A shiver runs up your spine. "Yes, Luis, please!"

His warm hand slides into your underwear after he unbuttons your jeans, and his fingers lightly glide over your little pearl, making you gasp. One hand grabs his arm as the other moves to his hair. You feel the pads of his fingers pinch and roll your pearl, and a jolt of pleasure shoots up your spine. You cry out, your back arching as the hand in his hair pulls at his long locks, and the hand on his arm grips his sleeve.

He grins in satisfaction as he rolls and pulls on your pearl. Your head drops to his shoulder as you let those beautiful sounds escape your throat. "Luis, I'm close." When you warn him, he stops, making you whimper. "Ah ah ah, not yet mi querida." He tends to your neck again as he waits for you to come down a bit. Once he thinks you're ready, his fingers split you open and sink inside you.

His tongue drags over your pulse as his digits pump in and out of you. He feels around trying to find your sweet spot. Your sudden cry for him not to stop lets him know he's found it. Your nails scratch at his skin, and your thighs tighten around his hips. "I'm close!"

Growling in your ear, he encourages you to let go. "Dios mio eres hermosa! Come on, let go for me!"

"Ah! Luis Luis!" You bury your face in his neck as your walls clench on his fingers. Your whole body tenses as a waterfall of juices flows from you like Aquarius's Hydria. A low moan rumbles in his chest in appreciation. Slipping his hand free, he licks the sticky fluid from his palm and fingers.

"Gracias por la comida querida." He tilts your chin to kiss you again, and you can taste yourself on his tongue. As you sit down on him, you feel how hard he is. He hisses at the pressure, his hips twitching involuntarily under you. "Get on top of me."

"Que?" This time, you're the one growling. "I said, get on top of me, ya dummy." It's a bit of a tight space to turn over in, but you manage to do it. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull your hips up against his. "It's your turn stud." You purr the words in his ear, grinding into him for added effect. "Oh, I'm a stud, huh? Maybe I should show you what this stud can do, mi amor."

He thrusts slow at first, getting into a rhythm. You tangle a hand in his hair, kissing him. His hand slips under your shirt, his fingers dragging along your spine as you shiver under him. You pull back and connect your lips to the soft skin of his neck, nipping and sucking marks as his hips move faster.

His deep groans of pleasure tighten your coil as you pull his hips closer. "C'mon darlin,' I thought you were a stud?" He suddenly grabs both your wrists and holds them above your head with one hand. The other grips your hip, pulling you against him. His hips snap harder into you as he lets out a low growl. "Don't worry, I'm not done yet, mi amor." He keeps his pace thrusting firmly against you.

His lips kiss across your neck, and his tongue licks over your adams apple, making your eyes roll back for a second. You feel that you're getting close again, and just as you're about to fall over the edge, he pauses. His free hand hikes your leg up and locks it in his arm. He adjusts his hips, angling square into you and, with his face in your neck, begins thrusting into you again.

His breath becomes more labored than before, and his hips snap fervently into yours. You try futility to free your hands, but he won't budge. Cries and mewls flood from your lips as he pleasures you and himself. He opens his mouth and gently bites your shoulder, trying to ground himself.

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A bit further, and he'll definitely leap over the edge. He can feel the pressure building, and he thrusts harder, chasing his release. The sounds you're making as you writhe under him bring him a bit closer.

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His jaw tightens on your shoulder as his hips push harder into you, and finally, your coil snaps. Your legs shake a bit as you tense, back arching into him. He let's out a choked noise followed by his hips pressing yours into the bottom of the crate. His teeth grip your flesh harder as he releases. You can feel his member twitching and pumping through the fabric between you. If you'd been in a different situation, you'd wish he was inside you when he did that.

As you both rode out your highs, you knew you had to keep moving. You still had a mission to handle, so reluctantly the both of you quietly hopped out and continued your perilous journey.

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theevilwrittingoftheresident · 1 year

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Luis Sera x male!reader.

A simple one shot.

1600+ words.

The view of the castle, the decoration, the perfect lighting, wouldn’t be so bad if all these miserable Plagas weren’t here to spoil the mood and pleasure. After all, no one could say otherwise, this really was a nice castle, and Luis appreciated it regardless of the situation. But now was not the time to stop and admire it, he needed to run, and fast. He screwed up as he told Leon on the telephone, and he was right. He really screwed up, ending up cornered by the minions of Rámon, this evil and ridiculous little looking like a grandma man. His face looked so old, so pale, while on the other side he was only something like twenty-five years old. This parasite really was something terrifying when you knew how it could change a person’s behavior, his apparence. Almost everything that made this person a human being.

He made it out of the room without too much problems and saving his ass, thanks to his gun, and ran out. Running was his best option, knowing the number of bullets in the chamber of his gun. Bullets we’re some nice treasures here, on this long and cold night of Spain. Thinking of it, he didn’t saw the Merchant for a long time now, since he entered the Castle. Now would be the perfect time to show up, that was for sure. He’d give so much to see him right now.

But that wasn’t going to happen for now. Luis entered a room, locking himself up so the ganados wouldn’t be able to follow him inside. The light was off, leaving Luis in the dark, with the parasites repeatedly banging on the door to enter. The air was feeling moist, humid. After a few minutes, waiting for the ganados to abandon trying to break the door, and after the silent made his way into the room, the Spanish man searched for his lighter, in order to have a minimum of visibility. The flame of his lighter, once lit, seemed to ease, indicating a near current of air. Bingo. It was his way out. He then decided to stark walking further into the darkness of the room, silent as a dead body, alert. It appears he was alone in this room, only the flame of his lighter here to keep him company. After seconds, who felts like way too long, he froze. A sound broke the silence, making him take his gun and look around. A chain. Was it the sound of the chain of a chainsaw? No, nothing like this, hopefully. Then, what else could it be exactly? Nothing to his right, nothing to the left as well.

Only after slowly looking up, Luis’ eyes widen as he saw what was making this fated noise. Someone, tied up in chains from the ceiling, head pointing at the ground. This castle really was full of surprises. If the tied up person was in fact dead, it wouldn’t had deranged Luis. But it moved. The body was still moving. It was weak movement, maybe even involuntary movements. But what if this person really was alive? What if this person needed help. He couldn’t just walk away and lit this happen. No. First, because the little missing séniorita would hate him when hearing about this. And second because Luis wasn’t a monster. He had a heart, and wanted to help, to make up for his actions. So he sighed, following the chain with his eyes to know where he had to go to help this person.

The person in question had his arms tied up in his back, as well as his knees tied up together. A black bag was also attached on his head. Whoever did this really didn’t wanted to let him the opportunity to leave that was for sure… After finding where to start, Luis took the chain, and held it with all the strength he had, to slowly pull the tied up body to the ground. Once done, he carefully walked up to him, now aiming him with his gun. We’re never too safe…

“Listen, amigo. I’m willing to untie you, on one condition! No sudden move, no attacking me. Nothin’! Ya just wait ‘till I get away, or else I’ll shot you. Good?” He said, bending down to his height.

After thinking about what he was doing, and maybe even regretting his action, Luis finally started to untie the poor man, who didn’t moved a bit after warning him, not even nodding. He carefully started by untying his knees and feet. He then went for the arm, unsure. But he couldn’t just leave now. He started, and needed to finish what he was doing. So he untied him entirely… Only the bag remained on his head. Bag that Luis took off of him, finally looking at his face. His face was a little red, from the obvious rush of blood due to having his head upside down for a moment now…

“Hoy, amigo. You still in there, or dead dead?…” he whispered, while still looking at him.

“Feels like my head is about to explode.” He finally spoke, in a rocked voice. He may have not spoke in a very long time.

Luis was taken a little aback by the sudden response, but stayed serious and alert, still aiming at his head now… He knew it was a bad idea. The look on Luis’ face betrayed him. And the dark veins on the unknown’s face made his heart skip a beat. He also was infected, no explications. But something wasn’t normal in his behavior. The unknown man opened his eyes, looking at the spanish man. He looked so.. normal. Yes. That was the problem. Usually, while being infected with the plaga, you don’t just walk around and look so usual. But this guy did.

“Mind telling me why you’re undressing me with your eyes, mate?” The man spoke, arching an eyebrow.

The browned hair quickly looked away, taking a few steps away from him, as a safety distanciation. He was a funny guy, he couldn’t take that away from him. Luis even smirked for a second, a little embarrassed. He didn’t noticed how his gaze kept looking at every part of his previously tied up body.

“I’m just curious how someone like you is still not dead from the inside at the mercy of this parasite. Can’t blame me for that, huh?” He had a point.

“A parasite, you say?” He genuinely looked at Luis with confusion, slowly getting up on the ground to sit properly, and stretch, making very little one of his bones crack. “They.. injected me the plaga?… I mean… no, that’s not possible.”

“Well, from what I actually see, yes it is the case.” What a strange man. “Now, say— what’s your name, here? And most important, why do you think it is not possible.”

“Because it’s been at least more than a month that I’m locked up in here. It’s been more than a week that they injected me the parasite. I should be controlled by it by now, isn’t it right?” He was in fact right. The parasite usually takes control of the host in less than three days. “I’m sorry.. I’m (Y/n). What’s your name?”

“The name is Luis Sera… And that is in fact correct. You must be lying, there is no way this is the true. I’ve seen theses things, and there’s cruel, without mercy. Ain’t no way you’re just a special case.”

“Well, and I’m telling you I’m not lying! But in any case, lying or not, you should kill me. I can’t just leave like nothing happened, I still have this thing inside of me.” (Y/n) sighed, desperated by the situation. As much as Luis actually.

He was right. He couldn’t just let h walk off when he may give into the parasite at any moment. But the ex-scientific didn’t want to give up on a chance to help him. He helped Leon and Ashley. Why couldn’t he be able to help this one here, after all? He could try to take him to the laboratory, like he’s playing to do with the two americans.

Looking around for a moment, Luis spotted sheets on the ground. He grabbed it, to read what was written on it… “Project Regeneradores.” He knew that name. He once saw these things, and what they could do to people, to his surroundings. How could he even be related to theses things? But it was written. He was an experiment. And the Plagas was indeed injected for more than a week. To be specific, three month. It appears that the plaga had an healing affect on the body, causing it to regenerate as said.

“What are ya reading, now?” (Y/n) asked, getting up. The veins on his face and body had disappeared.

“Nothin’ important, believe me.” Luis tossed the papers after ripping them in pieces, and sighed. “What about we get you out of here, buddy, huh? Let’s just go.”

“What do you even mean— You’re not planing of killing me?” The confusion was getting even bigger now.

“Nah. We’ll find a way to take that parasite out of you, believe me. It’s not the first time I do that.” What (Y/n) didn’t know was that the parasite was already too big to be extracted. Luis knew it… but he’ll find something. He knew it. He had to.

“I see.. Okay, then, Luis… I’ll follow you, I guess.. I owe you one.”

“That’s for sure!”

He may have untied him, now Luis had even more problems to deal with. But he was the one to put himself in this stories, so he’ll put up with it no matter what. He’ll save them. Leon, Ashley.. (Y/n.)

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Bungou Stray Dogs

Atsushi Nakajima, Osamu Dazai, Doppo Kunikida, Ranpo Edogawa, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, Chuuya Nakahara

One Punch Man

Genos, Speed o Sound Sonic

Hunter x Hunter

Kurapika, Leorio, Feitan

Harry Potter

Harry Potter, Ron Weasly, Draco Malfoy, Severus Snape, Tom Riddle, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black

Honkai Star Rail

Caelus, Dan Heng, Sampo, Welt, Jing Yuan, Gepard, Luocha, Blade, Luka, Argenti, Veritas Ratio, Gallagher, Sunday, Adventurine

Marvel

Spider-Man (Raimi, TASM, MCU, Insomniac, Miguel, Peter B. Parker, Hobie Brown), Spider-Noir, Tony Stark, Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Harry Osborn, Eddie Brock, Loki, Thor, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Deadpool,

Scott Pilgrim

Scott Pilgrim, Lucas Lee, Gideon Graves, Matthew Patel, Wallace Wells, Stephen Stills, Young Neil, Todd Ingram

Supernatural

Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester

Misc

Bruce Wayne, Edward Nygma (The Batman), Clark Kent (MAWS), Jimmy Olsen (MAWS), James (Pokémon), Arven (Pokémon), Joel Miller (TLOU), Leon Kennedy, Luis Sera, Stein (Soul Eater), Spirit (Soul Eater), Reigen Arataka, Link

#🕯️bnha #🕯️scott pilgrim (series)#🕯️supernatural #🕯️pokemon #🕯️marvel #🕯️honkai star rail #🕯️harry potter #🕯️scream #🕯️hxh #🕯️bsd #🕯️genshin #🕯️tlou #🕯️twst

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spcewild · 7 months

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Boundaries & Fandom I will write for !

Just restating games/Fandom I will write for ;

Rdr (1&2)

Re (resident evil - Leon Kennedy, Carlos, Luis Sera, etc.)

SR (Saints row - all main characters [Johnny gat, Shaundi, etc.])

COD (Black ops, newer cod games, etc.)

Mortal Kombat (1 & 11)

Borderlands (1&2 + Tales From Borderlands only!)

Spiderman; across the multiverse

TKAM [To kill a mockingbird] (ADULT characters + platonic/parent like relationship w/ others)

DBH [Detriot: Become Human] (any ADULT characters and ADULT androids)

The Walking Dead [Rick Grimes, Daryl Dixon, Shane Walsh, Maggie, Glenn, etc.] (ALL ADULT CHARACTERS)

The Punisher (All ADULT main characters)

The Outsiders (All Characters EXECPT for antagonists/Socs [NOT INCLUDING CHERRY])

Rumble Fish (Motorcycle Boy, Rusty James, Patty, etc...)

Tex (All main characters)

《☆》

What I refuse to write for:

Character x character, minor x adult, incest, weird kinks, actors/real people including streamers/youtubers (I simply do not want to make them uncomfortable even if they consent to fics abt them..), etc etc. (Pretty much just the weird and illegal stuff <3)

Genres:

Smut, fluff, angst, etc!

Boundaries:

(What I am and am not comfortable with)

What I refuse to write for will either be because I am simply uninterested in writing it, or it makes me uncomfortable. If you are unsure if I am comfortable with writing a certain thing/idea, PLEASE ASK!! I will not be mad! :)

I AM okay with being reblogged! It is very welcome, and I appreciate it! But along with this and reposting my work (which I am also okay with), I must receive credit.

Which pretty much means don't steal my work lol

If you wish to address me in any way, you can refer to me as:

Spce, space, spcewild, and wild. Or any other nicknames you may have for me! <3 (as long as it isn't inappropriate, I do not wish to be referred to in any sexual way)

(Pronouns are listed in my bio if needed!)

I AM also okay with writing what I believe is called a match-up...? (Correct me if I'm wrong pls lmao) where you describe yourself, and oc, persona, etc. And I get to match you up with who I think you match the best with romantically or platonically!

I am ALSO okay with writing for male, female, gender neutral, intersex, trans, and any other LGBTQ+ readers!! I will also include POC readers, chubby, thin, or any body size of reader! Not only this, but if you wish for the reader to have a specific physical quality you want me to write for (and can be an insecurity) pls let me know! :)

Lastly, I am okay with writing for readers with disabilities, mental issues, etc. (Please correct me if I mistake anything when writing for specific things like this! <3)

if anyone has any questions feel free to ask <3

Requests: OPEN

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lxstfuleclipse · 1 year

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HIIII can i request general luis hcs… sfw and nsfw if possible… i love him so much omg

【 luis sera headcanons 】

【 content warning!! gn!reader, flirting, kissing and mentions of, intimate touching + mutual pining, innuendos. choking mentions, and other nsfw stuff under the cut!! enjoy! 】

SFW HC.

You were Leon’s best friend along with being partners on the mission to rescue the president’s daughter: Ashley Graham.

Meeting Luis was.. an adventure, to say the least. You weren’t quite sure of his intentions at first nor what exactly his role was in everything, but he did have a way with words.

“Oh? I didn’t think an angel would come to my rescue. I must already be in heaven.” - The first thing to come out of his big mouth after you ripped off the tape, which also made Leon roll his eyes as you felt the heat rise in your cheeks.

Speaking of big mouth, he never shuts up about you. You’ve somehow captured his heart and wanted yours in return.

He loves to make you flustered, especially when he catches you off guard with his flirting. Not only does it feed his little ego, but he just loves how shy you get when you try to laugh it off and playfully shove him.

THAT. SMIRK. enough to make your stomach do cartwheels, and if he were to look you up and down WHILE SMIRKING?? instant puddle, you no longer have a physical body.

When you have the courage to start returning the favor, he’s SHOOK.

“How beautiful you are, amor. If we weren’t within the throes of danger, I’d make the night much more.. enjoyable.”

“Oh, really? Then you wouldn’t mind giving me a thorough demonstration right? Just a little taste then?”

LUIS.EXE HAS STOPPED WORKING.

His jaw is on the floor, eyes wide, and heart POUNDING. You’ve done it, you’ve started the war.

There was one time where you watched him play around with that lighter, flicking it back and forth between his fingers. You’d see a small flame before he’d click it closed, repeating the process.

You never knew it, but he knew you were watching. That smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he chuckled.

“Like what you see, eh? I can do more with my hands than silly tricks, tesoro.”

“Oh, yeah? Would they make a good necklace?” You respond, a smirk on your face as you giggle, skipping down the trail as he stands absolutely SHOCKED.

He’s stuttering, cheeks hot as hell as he tries to laugh it off but he just can’t help but be more drawn to you now.

He loves it when you laugh at his jokes, or listen so closely to his outlandish stories. He just loves your attention and company, your smiles and laughter are his sweet reward.

He’s probably a stoner-

He’s such a gentleman too, like chivalry has NEVER died for this man. He opens doors for you, pulls out your chair, gives you flowers randomly, etc. He’s just BOYFRIEND.

“Ah, ah. Please, allow me.” He says, helping you get into or out of anything.

He likes keeping you close, it makes him feel happier when he knows you’re safe. His hand is always set low on your hip, or on your lower back.

He’s a morning person, ripping open curtains and laughing when you hiss from the sudden blast of light entering the room. But, when you’ve been really tired from long and exhausting missions, he makes you breakfast in bed and holds you while you both watch tv.

This man is a dancer, he can get DOWN. He’s the life of every party and the night always ends with him drunk off his ass that’s gonna result in the worst hangover in the morning.

I think Luis is a good singer. He hums random little tunes when he’s bored, but absolutely kills karaoke nights.

When you’re down, he always sings to you while you sit in his lap while he holds you so tight. Sometimes, he’ll pick you up and slow dance with you while he sings along to the record.

He loves cooking, he can throw down in the kitchen if he wanted to. You’re always the one to get first bite.

“How does it taste? Good? Perfect. .”

He definitely has his regrets, especially when it came to his involvement in Los Illuminados. He felt like a monster for so long, so many people either dying or succumbing to the parasites invading them. He wishes he could turn back time, but he can’t do anything but atone for his sins.

He’s so happy that you chose him. Every day, he shows you his gratitude and his love. He loves you more than the essence of life, and would do anything for you. You didn’t care for his past, just that you knew he was remorseful of what he’s done. That’s all you need to know that. . he still had a heart. A damn good one too.

NSFW HC.

He’s VOCAL. He always wants you to know how good you’re being for him. He’ll whimper, moan, groan, that man ain’t planning on closing that mouth. . unless you make him.

He loves to dominate you, but also doesn’t mind letting you take the lead.

He’s such a fucking sub when it’s your turn to be in control. He’s always begging for more of your touch, nothing is ever enough. Such a greedy little thing.

You know he’s really into it when he starts to trail in and out of Spanish. But, it makes you melt every time.

He’s a foreplay god, don’t play. He loves to tease, just to hear you start to lose your mind from it.

His hands on your waist, trailing up to gently grip your chest before slowly wrapping one hand around your throat as the other grips at your ass. All while he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, a soft chuckle leaving him when he sees how quickly you fall into subspace.

“Such a desperate little thing, no? It’s cute how easily you give into me. How badly do you want me, bebé?”

Child, you’re in for a RIDE.

He loves it when you mark him. By morning, you’re both covered in hickies and bite marks. He loves to show them off, proud to be yours.

“Oh? These? Heh, you could say I’ve had.. a pretty rough night.” (emphasis on the rough, ya nasty)

He’s a KING at oral, he’s never left anyone unsatisfied and he’s upping his game just for you. He loves eating you out.

His hands gripping your thighs as he keeps your legs spread for him, slurping you up until you’re seeing stars from how good he’s been putting that big mouth to real good use. What drives you really crazy is when he reaches up to wrap his hand around your pretty little neck while drinking up every bit of you, not stopping until he’s had his fill.

Sit on his face and you’re never getting up. He pulls you down for a proper seat, sucking and licking away as he

Loves it when you pull his hair, he lets out the most unholiest of groans. He smirks at you before pressing you against the nearest surface and taking you again.

If you choke him back, he’s gonna become either a whimpering mess or he’ll take it as a challenge, smirking as he grinds his hips harder and deeper into you.

“Oh, it’s like that, huh? I have just the remedy for that…”

He gives those soul- snatching kisses that’ll leave you weak in the knees. He loves leaving you eager for more. Every makeout sessions ends up with you both gasping for air, your lips aching but your body aches harder.

Not a big fan of the hardcore stuff, though he’s willing to try anything once. But, he’ll tie you up and spank you any day. Be a brat if you want to, you’ll find out the hard way.

He also adores just the slow and passionate nights where emotions are high, and all you want is to be together. Your bodies intertwined in a forbidden dance. His hands gripping your own above your head as he rolls his hips into yours, your sounds of pleasure fueling his passion for you.

His aftercare is so comforting. He always checks on you, making sure that he wasn’t being too hard on you or making you ache too bad. He always cleans you up so carefully, knowing how sensitive you are now. He smiles every time you gasp as the damp towel comes into contact with your aching core.

“Sensitive, mi amor? Don’t worry.. I’ll be gentle.” Is he trying to kill you? IS HE??

He holds you into his arms, giving you whatever you need. He tells you how good you were for him, how good you made him feel, and how deeply in love he is with you.

【 REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!! 】

#x black!reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil x black!reader #luis sera x reader #luis sera headcanons #this man is gonna be the death of me #luis sera x black!reader #luis sera #re4 smut #resident evil

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