emi

she/her | jack krauser | leon kennedy |

[brunetteher]

My guilty pleasure of Resident Evil im sorry :') <3

Edited: tysm for the notes hahaha i didn't know that many people had Jack as fav one :')

[cobalt-c-art]

Anatomy practice of other re characters today

[nereeitor]

DAY 3: AFTERCARE for Metaltango Week :))

[brunetteher]

but why they don't invite to the party? How rude

[velvel1901]

I don't know if someone ever thought about this, but hear me out: If there is ever going to be another real life movie about Resident Evil and Jack Krauser will be a part of it...

please let this guy play him..

🫠

[brunetteher]

OMFG LAST YEAR I WATCHED REACHER AND THE SECOND I SAW HIM I THOUGHT THAT HE LOOKS LIKE KRAUSERRRRR FUCK YESSS IM NOT THE ONLY ONEEEE!!!

[mysteriousanderfels]

Cash me staring at these eyes for 3 hours howbowdah

[brunetteher]

was me who took the photo of my husband

[rl30rocket]

Requiem Krauser.

[seribun]

husbands are supposed to keep pretty pictures of their wives in their wallets; if they keep a photo at all, that is. and the photo leon has of you in his wallet is not pretty.

you had picked up his wallet while you left the house in a hurry to run some errands. inside it were not many things—just a costco card, his driver’s license, emergency cash folded neatly, a receipt from eight months ago, his credit card, a photo of your daughter from when she was a toddler, and a photo of you.

it’s a polaroid from when you were pregnant with your daughter and horking down a giant burrito. your hair in a messy bun and some guac smeared on the corner of your lips. out of all the pictures leon could’ve kept in his wallet, he decided on this one. it almost made you laugh in the supermarket.

It’s when you return home that you find him sitting in the garage, working on his bike. you didn’t even ask the question, just wheeze and show him the photo.

leon looks up from the chain of the bike that he was fixing after hearing your laughter and then looking at the small polaroid in your hand. “i keep that in my wallet,” he says calmly, matter-of-factly.

“i look ridiculous,” you huff out. “i’m stuffing that burrito down like i’ve never had food!”

“you look happy, and you’re glowing,” he corrects, a fond smile on his face, as if remembering that moment. “and that’s my favourite photo of you, so i won’t be hearing anything against it.”

© seribun.

[nereeitor]

Alive!Krauser AU in RE6 for ArtFight <3

[silverfinish]

Leon Kennedy

nsfw

ages 18+ only

Leon, now a seasoned agent, is older, and a little wiser. He’s settled into life with preferences like any man approaching his mid-life crisis.

For example, he doesn’t fuck you on random pieces of furniture anymore, like you used to when you were younger. He’s a lot more mellow, more vanilla. He appreciates slow, sensual, stress-free lovemaking. Those nights of slow, sweet pleasures are pure bliss to him. That doesn’t mean he won’t bend you over the couch or the kitchen island — he gladly will, if you want him to.

Leon loves your hands in his hair. Whether you’re watching a movie on the couch or making love, he’ll guide your hands into his hair and kiss you everywhere, hoping you’ll tug on it and play with it. Use your nails to scratch his head and you’ll send him straight to heaven.

His favourite bedroom activity is eating you out while you lay on your back, playing with his hair. He keeps his stubble on purpose to tickle your inner thighs, making you giggle. The sound of your laughter puts him at ease.

Leon loves laying on top of you — he’ll wrap you into a blanket and allow you to get comfortable before he puts all of his body weight onto you. Sometimes, it’s the only way he can fall asleep.

When he’s away on a longer assignment and can’t make it home to you, he’ll call you every night. You are his safe person, the one person he calls home.

There are days when his sexual drive fails him, and he’s self conscious about it. Leon finds it hard to say no to you. The problem with being with someone for this long is that they learn things — and you’ve learned a lot about Leon. Especially when he’s not feeling it. You’ll wrap him into a blanket and throw a leg over him, watching funny reels together before you both fall asleep on each other.

You and alcohol are the two things he can’t say no to. Leon is a heavyweight champion, but when he’s drunk, he’s obnoxious. The dad jokes that ensue will be excruciating.

[nereeitor]

Alive!Krauser AU in RE6 for ArtFight <3

[lovelycleon]

Infinite Darkness X Death Island

[clemenchives]

between briefings 𖦹 leon kennedy.

⤷ summary: you surprise your fiance, leon, with a homemade lunch at his office, bringing along your 6 month old daughter with you as a bonus. (2.4k words)

⤷ pairing: leon kennedy x female!reader ⤷ genre: fluff, comfort ⤷ tags: RE4R Leon Kennedy, established relationship (reader is leon’s fiance), girl dad leon, fluff, comfort, a lot of fluff

🚏 masterlist

The bustling streets of Washington move along as the day passes by. People are out on the streets, walking and going about their business. Cars are in a consistent stream on the road, and there’s the occasional road rage or two.

Fortunately for you, the taxi you hailed was a nice man—he kept conversation light and cheerful, talking to you about his kind wife who made him lunch today. He also baby-talked to your little girl, your 6-month old daughter, Iris, who’s in her baby carrier, asleep against your chest. 

He tells you how adorable your daughter is, all rosy cheeks and pinkish lips, her dirty blonde hair sitting neatly atop her fragrant head that smelled of baby shampoo and something sweet and uniquely her. She dozes off into her own little peaceful slumber, unaware and oblivious to the world around her. She’s dressed in a soft yellow onesie, and some little socks with frills around the edge. 

The taxi stops at the front of the federal agency headquarters office, and you carefully step out after paying the taxi driver with your fare. Supporting your baby’s head, you hold onto the little bag you’re carrying filled with lunch fit for a small family of three. You enter the building and are immediately greeted by people in uniform or corporate attire, holding folders or cups of coffee as they bustle about. 

Approaching the front desk, you smile at the woman named Myra. Because you frequently visited Leon in his office before, she’s quite familiar with you, especially now that word spread about you and your gorgeous, adorable baby girl born six months ago—healthy and perfect in every sense of the word, at least for you and Leon. 

“Hi, future Mrs. Kennedy,” Myra says with a teasing lilt to her voice. She glances at you, then the baby asleep in the carrier, her smile widening. “And little Kennedy too, huh? What brings you here today?”

Your smile widens as you readjust your baby girl’s position, feeling her stir against your chest, but ultimately going back to sleep. “I thought I’d surprise Leon with lunch,” you say. “Is he available? No meetings?”

Myra purses her lips. “Mmm, I’ll check. I’ll call the floor secretary and let you know in a bit. Why don’t you take a seat first?” she offers, nodding to one of the lobby sofas. 

You thank Myra before you pad towards the empty couch, sinking slowly so as not to wake your little girl who’s sound asleep, moving every now and then, but still remaining in her own little bubble of sleep. It truly endears you. Every little twitch and stir, every scrunch of her nose or quiver of her lips—all of it is precious. 

It’s not long before Myra approaches you, and there’s a wide grin on her face. “Okay so you’re just in time, Mr. Kennedy just wrapped up a briefing and he’s in his office. I didn’t tell him you’re coming so it’s the perfect surprise.” She tells you before handing you your visitor badge. 

“Thank you, Myra,” you reply with a smile as you clip the visitor badge to your blouse. Standing up carefully, you shift your weight to accommodate the mildly heavy bundle of joy in your baby carrier. “I appreciate it. We’ll see you later.” 

Myra steps close to touch Iris’s little hands, tracing her closed fist with a delicate finger. “And I’ll see you later, you cutie. Gosh, she’s just so adorable, Y/N! You and Leon made the perfect angel together, I swear!”

You laugh at Myra’s gushing, before you bid her a gentle goodbye and make your way towards the elevators. When you enter, you’re standing next to suits and corporate attires, who glance every now and then at your baby who’s practically a splitting image of your fiance, Leon. You know they know. Almost everyone knows, really. Just one look at Iris, and they know who the father is.

As if they didn’t see you visiting the field office when your belly was still round with your daughter. 

You press the number 11, and then you stand back, wrapping one hand around your daughter’s back, supporting her weight through the baby carrier. Each few floors, people either leave or enter the elevator, and once it reaches the eleventh floor, you wait for the doors to open before walking out of it. 

Familiar with the floor’s layout, you make a beeline towards Leon’s office down the hall. You greet familiar people, a few of his colleagues too, and then you stop by the door. You place the lunch bag on the ground before knocking, then picking it again before you push the door gently. 

Leon’s back is turned towards you while he grabs something from his desk. “... I’m about to go on my lunch break, can you come back later? I’m just going to—”

“Hey love,” you say, announcing your presence as well as your daughter’s, who chooses the right moment to wake up. 

Leon turns around immediately, his eyes widening as he takes in the sight of you and Iris standing in his office. “Baby, what—what are you doing here?” He approaches you in quick strides, taking the bag from your hands before leaning in for a kiss with Iris between the two of you. 

You kiss him back softly. When he pulls away, you smile at him, taking in the bewilderment and surprise written all over his expression. “I thought we’d surprise you with lunch. I had some free time this morning, and I made your favorite.” You explain.

Leon sets the bag on the small coffee table in front of a loveseat, before he returns to you. “Let me take her,” he says, referring to Iris who’s awake and squirming a bit in the baby carrier. “How was the trip? Was she fussy?”

You shake your head before you carefully undo the straps, all the while Leon hovers in front of you, supporting Iris’s weight as he carries her in his arms, swaying slightly. Iris babbles as Leon takes her, fisting his suit jacket in her tiny hand. 

“Hi sweetheart, did you come visit daddy?” Leon murmurs, planting a soft, sweet kiss on the top of Iris’s fragrant head. “Look at you dressed in that pretty little onesie… you’re the prettiest girl in the world. But don’t tell your mommy I said that.” He winks, as if Iris can understand her.

That makes you laugh softly. Shaking your head, you turn around to the coffee table and start preparing the lunch you’ve made for Leon, along with a portion for yourself and mashed avocado and bananas for your little girl. Leon takes on the duty of holding her for now—and you can clearly tell Iris is enjoying being bounced around and cooed on by him. 

“What did you do this morning?” Leon asks her softly, searching her cute face. “Did you have tummy time with mommy? Did you eat your favorite mash?”

As if understanding him, Iris babbles, making little coos while Leon stares at her. She squirms in his arms and grasps at his sleeve while she makes her point in little gurgles. 

Leon smiles. “Aw you did? I know you enjoy tummy time with mommy… and you had a banana mash this morning? That’s good.” He pecks his daughter’s cheek. 

Iris squeals a little at the feel of Leon’s lips tickling her round cheeks. She babbles again, little rosebud lips forming a sweet smile. “Ga! Ga!”

This never fails to warm your heart. The way Leon converses with your daughter even though she can barely comprehend his words yet. But Leon read somewhere in those parenting forums he reads through daily that it’s good for babies’ development, so he makes it a point to talk to Iris daily and encourage her to reply, even just through her little gurgles and babbles. 

Once the food is set up all three of you settle on the loveseat in Leon’s office. He doesn’t let go of Iris and keeps her seated on his lap while he reaches for her bib from your bag. He puts it on her with ease, and she’s never looked more adorable. 

“I’ll feed her,” Leon tells you with a reassuring smile. He reaches for the little bowl with avocado and banana puree. 

“Then I’ll feed you,” you retort playfully, twirling your fork around the pasta noodles in the container, gathering an ample bite for your fiance, lifting the fork to his lips. 

He takes the bite with a genuine smile, the corner of his eyes crinkling just a bit. “So good,” he says in between bites. “You make the best pesto ever, baby. I’m a lucky man.”

That makes you smile before you start eating as well, taking a few small bites while your eyes are trained over Leon and Iris. He’s doing little airplane motions with her pink spoon, lifting and twirling it around before bringing it to her lips that happily eat the mash, all the while Leon’s arm is wrapped around her. 

Iris starts playing with Leon’s tie, and you’re worried that she’ll make a mess on his lap, but when you see that Leon doesn’t mind, your heart just aches in a good way. You can clearly tell he’s happy that you’ve surprised him today, especially when you brought your daughter along with you. Just the sight of him, all small smiles and gratitude brings your heart an overflowing sense of love and affection.

How have you become so lucky with this man? 

You’ve always hoped one day you’ll be with someone who loves you for you, who makes you happy and will never abandon you nor hurt you in any way. Now that Leon’s here, you realize that he made your wishes come true. Not only did he give you a stable, and safe relationship worth fighting for—he gave you the greatest gift of all, and that is your daughter, Iris Kennedy.

You still remember the day you gave birth to her. It’s so vivid in your head, a memory seared together with the first moment you fell in love with Iris. You held her in your arms for the first time with Leon right beside you. She has your nose and lips, but she has Leon’s eyes. Those perfect blues that stared back at you. Those eyes that made your heart melt into nothing. 

“Can you hand me a baby wipe, love? Iris has mash all over her face,” Leon says with a soft chuckle, attempting to wipe away the green and yellow particles away from your daughter’s cheek and lips.

It takes you out of your reverie. You immediately grab the baby wipes from your bag, pulling a wipe from it before handing it to Leon. “Here you go, honey. She got it on her clothes too.”

“Yeah, I’ll take care of it,” Leon reassures you, smiling. “She got a little excited eating, didn’t she? I told you she’ll like the avocado mash.”

“She’s partial to it a few days ago.” You shrug, watching your fiance and daughter with a softening gaze. “Maybe she likes it because you’re the one feeding her.”

Leon successfully wipes away the green and yellow from Iris’ face, placing the baby wipe on the table. He lifts her a little, turning her around so they’re facing each other. “Does she now?” He coos. “You like dada that much, sweet pea?”

Iris gurgles as if saying yes.

“See? A total daddy’s girl,” you playfully roll your eyes, but there was no real bite to the gesture. “After spoiling her with so many toys…”

“Hey, those are good for her development.” Leon counters before he laughs a bit. “I looked it up online, plus I have some baby books on the way. We’ll read to her together, love.”

You thought you’ve seen how Leon loves a person when you and him got into a relationship that was built on solid ground. He spoils you, he brings you gifts, takes good care of you, and reassures you all the time. But now that you have your daughter, you realize his capacity to love and care for another human being apart from yourself has increased tenfold. 

In fact, you’re more than happy to indulge Leon’s whims of buying baby books, toys, onesies, all that whatnot because it makes him happy to spoil your little girl with the best and nothing but. He makes it his personal mission to make sure Iris doesn’t want for anything ever again, even though she’s barely grown to comprehend the fact. 

After finishing your meal together, Leon carries Iris in his arms as she turns drowsy. You’ve made the loveseat your makeshift changing table, making sure she’s all cleaned up before Leon begins rocking her gently. 

“Hey, it’s okay, I can take her, we’re about to go home anyway.” You quietly murmur, reaching for Iris.

Leon shakes his head. “It’s okay,” he tells you. “I got her. You just sit back and relax for a bit. I can extend my lunch break anyway, my briefing starts at two.”

The two of you sit down on the loveseat once more, and you just spend a few moments talking, catching up about each other’s day. You would steal kisses every now and then, with Leon gazing at you lovingly while he holds Iris in his arms as if it doesn’t strain him to do such a thing. 

“Thank you for surprising me with lunch today,” Leon tells you as he scoots closer, your shoulders brushing. “I know you’re busy, taking care of Iris, and planning our wedding together… but you made time for me today and even brought me food.”

He leans in to smooch your lips gently. “You know, I’m such a lucky man, Y/N. And it’s all because of you, and our Iris. I love you.”

Your chest tightens with an overwhelming feeling of love. 

In between wedding planning and taking care of your daughter, you never fail to show him how grateful you are that he’s taking care of all of your needs, as well as Iris’ needs too. This surprise lunch was just one of the many ways you want to show Leon how much you love him, amongst other things. 

“I love you,” you murmur back to him, before leaning against his shoulder, feeling a surge of contentment in your being.

It’s all you need, you realize—this is all you need.

Just you and your fiance, and your little girl and the simplicity of a simple love-filled lunch together.

⤷ a/n: so here's a brief interlude in between the requests and fics i'm writing. i hope you found it just as cute as i did 😋 and also, this came from a previous request and i'd like to apologize that it took a while for me to write and post!

anyway, my tag list is currently open if you're interested in being a part of it so you can also stay tuned in to my upcoming works 🫶 currently i'm working on part twos for letting it linger, handyman husband, and taking baby steps, so feel free to check the first parts while you're here!

thank you so much for reading this piece 🤍 i'll be sure to post more soon since i'm almost done with my internship portfolio :) have a wonderful day, wherever you are! 🫶

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[halbravd]

damn congratulations to whoever’s bouncing on it

[gtgbabie0]

💭 thinking about waking up next to re9!Leon who’s a little needy ᝰ.ᐟ 18+ it’s gets a little slutty at the end my bad

The bedroom is cool, quiet, save for your soft breaths and the faint chittering of birds outside— it’s peaceful, and Leon, being the first to wake as always, lies there to simply bask in it. He’s pressed right up behind you, one arm tucked under your pillow and the other draped around your waist, his hand tucked under your sleep-shirt because this man lives for skin-on-skin contact.

He’s so in-tune with your body, he could feel you start to wake even before those eyes of yours begin to flutter open, and he takes that as an invitation to snuggle in closer, pressing a smiley-kiss to your shoulder as you begin to stir.

“There she is… sleeping beauty,” He hums affectionately from behind you, his voice all rough with sleep, chest rumbling against your back, dragging you to the land of the living.

“Mfm… s’too early,” your sleepy murmur gets a chuckle from him, the sound muffled into your skin.

“It’s almost twelve pm, baby.”

You whine in disagreement, “But it’s a Sunday and we’ve got nothing to do.”

He shushes you, hand slides from under your shirt to caress the curve of your hip soothingly as his mouth moves across your shoulder carefully in feather-light pecks.

“M’not saying you gotta get up yet, baby. Come on, turn around, let me see you.”

A smile tugs at the corners of your lips, and you shuffle, turning around to look up at him— all sleep soft and warm, the early-afternoon sun catching in your eyes. He reaches his hand out, his fingertips grazing across your face, pushing your tussled hair back so he can get a good, long look at you, and he smiles, rare and private, only for your eyes.

“Morning, gorgeous,” he whispers quietly, leaning in to brush a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

You hum, curling your arms around his broad shoulders to keep him close as he peppers open-mouthed kisses along the curve of your jaw, his nose bumping against your cheek. “Good morning, handsome,” you reply lazily, his stubble tickling your soft skin, purposely rubbing the rough hairs against the side of your face just to hear you laugh.

“Thought you were gonna go to the gym today?” you ask almost teasingly, slipping your fingers through his hair.

He groans into your neck at the reminder, his body melting in your arms, seeking your warmth out like a sunbathing cat, “That was the plan, yeah… then I woke up, and you were all soft and warm, clinging to me nd’I couldn’t leave you like that.”

It’s almost the exact same excuse he had used yesterday, but you weren’t going to complain, not when he’s all over you and pinning you against the soft mattress, bare-chested and spoiling you with kisses.

“Unless you want me to leave, hmm?— scared I’ll let myself go, baby?” He chuckles, running his knuckles along your cheek as your hands run down his chest, fingers catching the coarse hairs that pepper his skin.

“You’re ridiculous. Obviously, I want you here.” You murmur, tilting your head to kiss him properly, deeply, his lips slotting against yours perfectly.

“Oh, obviously, is it? ” he echoes smugly, grinning against your mouth as he pushes your shirt up to your collarbones, “This is better than lifting weights anyway,” he murmurs, kissing down your neck and over the swell of your breasts— your breath catching at the feeling.

“Well, that’s not much of a competition.”

Your fingers run through his hair and he makes a low gravelly noise, leaning into your hands. “You’re right, it’s not even close— god you’re so fucking warm.” He sighs, looking up at you through his lashes with a faint grin, blue eyes glinting—he was definitely scheming.

“Gonna let me love on you a little before we get up, yeah?” He smiles against your sternum, his voice all tender yet rough with want because god you look and feel amazing like this. “Make you come on my tongue first, then fuck you, nice and slow— make breakfast after?”

“Mm, Jesus… Leon…” his name falls from your lips, broken and whiny, desperate, and he coos in response, a hushed ‘I know baby’ before capturing your nipple into his wet mouth— his tongue flicking over the hardened peak as his hand cups your other boob.

He shifts against you, slotting himself snug between your legs. You wrap your thighs around him, a whimper catching in your throat when he grinds his hard-on against your clothed pussy, arching into him for more, wetness already collecting in your panties.

“I’ll handle it… you just relax f’me, baby.” He promises, kissing his way down your tummy whilst his fingers pinch at your nipples— his free hand tugging your panties down.

Lazy Sundays were the closest thing to heaven.

જ⁀➴ Resident Evil Masterlist જ⁀➴ General Masterlist

[mellounir]

how to handle a rookie or whatever they say ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[frazzled-soul]

The RPD uniform on him is just... unmatched.

cr: @aeonsbear

[c0rpssans0rganes]

hello krauser nation