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"Aren't you such a delectable little morsel?" i did it :D!!

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Okay but what if the RE8 lords were human and played in a crappy rock band

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#funny #lol #haha #humor #meme #memes #dank memes #so true

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A Husband Duty (GN, NSFW)

Instead of another normal love making session, you ask him to do more to you (FIC, junkie reader, IMG., more in Husband...)

—𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 - 𝑳𝑰𝒇𝑬 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕

Yan! Husband who just loves you so much that it turns into another worshipping session instead of fucking you raw without any condom on.

Yan! Husband who just eats you out / gives you head nonstop until you are overstimulated, the whole bed is wet with your cum and drool, his boxer drenched in cum as he ruts himself against the bed sheet.

Yan! Husband whose fingers teased the insides of your clenching hole, hitting that spot that makes your toes curl and eyes roll to the back. Yes, just loll out your tongue and he'll take it for granted with his mouth, sucking and licking it while he relishes in the way you whine.

Yan! Husband who will actually cum undone just from lapping up your sweet nectar, drinking it all like a thirsty man who is lost in the Sahara desert.

Yan! Husband who refuses any of your attempts in giving him head, nuh-uh, he wants to focus on you and you only. He is already wetting his boxer with his cum, what more do you want? Splatter it all over your face and hair? He'd be so fine with just your hole ♡

Yan! Husband whose cock twitches so much when it is only the tip that enters you, imagine the whole thing filling you full and deep, he is already shaking from the ejaculation, cumming deep inside you. Do you think he is done as a '5 second, take it or leave it?'

Yan! Husband who has a questionable way of ejaculating but his stamina is not to be doubted. He will pound himself deep into you while his sperm paints your insides white. Every time he pulls out, the cum would immediately pool out from your hole only to be refilled with another. (Honestly, as expected from someone inhumane)

Yan! Husband who will not stop kissing you, be it your face, lip, body, or anything as long as it's you. Can you imagine the amount of hickeys you'll be waking up to? These will surely show the servants and others just how cherished you are in his hand.

Yan! Husband who will coax more of your sweet moans, pushing your limit further with every session you have with him, yes, he will fuck you till the sun rises if you can accommodate to him. The idea of it makes his cock twitches again, he needs to be clamped tight by you.

Yan! Husband who will not stop abusing your sex, pleasuring you with his fingers as he gives you a second stimulation while he is still hammering his cock into you.

"W-why, why do you have so much c-cum, in you-!?"

"I don't know dear, maybe it's because of you. You are driving me nuts every day!"

Yulian is such a healthy man ^^ how much litter does he have left to fill you up? Ah, the bulge... it's so arousing to see your stomach bulging with his cock and cum.

Yan! Husband, the King of Aftercare, bathing you with the finest body care, roses floating while his face nuzzled up in your neck. Please, don't do anything you will regret, you don't want him to hammer his cock into you again, the whole bathtub might be his cum instead!

Yan! Husband who kisses you to sleep, letting you rest after hours of fucking you dumb. It seems like the euphoria is gone and he has regained his sanity, evident from how he's thinking how to cover all these hickeys and bite marks.

Yan! Husband who presses his lip to all those marks, kissing it better while occasionally licking some.

Maybe he shouldn't help you cover it after all.

#yandere male #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #yandere imagines #male yandere #yandere insert #yandere oc #yandere headcanons #smut #yandere smut

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Soft Yandere Boyfriend Turns Rough when He Sees His Best Friend Flirting with You

Pairing: Soft Male!Yandere x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, gentle to rough sex, possessiveness, yandere behavior, marking, biting, hickeys, hands pinned above your head

A/N: He can be crazy, just a bit. A tiny bit.

Your soft!yandere boyfriend never hurt a soul. You didn't think him capable of such a thing, he was protective but very gentle, even avoiding fighting when it can be done. Luckily he was more on the muscular side so him looking at someone wrong tended to do the job. You also noticed that every time it happened he was a bit rougher with you in bed, like he needed an outlet.

The only time you saw your soft!yandere boyfriend get into a fight it was with his best friend after he flirted with you as a joke. At lest his friend insisted it was a joke but after that fight your boyfriend wasn't buying that excuse. He took you by the hand after he yelled at his friend some more and wasted no time walking you home and immediately stripping.

He needed you. He needed this. He needed to know you would never leave him. With teary eyes your soft!yandere boyfriend kissed you, telling you he was sorry you had to see that, see him lose his temper. After this he'll try to talk to his friend for crossing a line but first he has to make sure you still love him and want to be with him.

Like those times before he pins you against the bed, angling his cock with your entrance while his hands pin your hands above your head. At time like this he doesn't seem like the soft!yandere boyfriend that you feel in love with, he is almost a different person. He looks, sounds, smells the same but the way he fucks you couldn't be more different.

Soft!yandere boyfriend doesn't take his stormy eyes off yours as he makes love to you. He needs this reassurance, he needs to see the love in your eyes as they glaze over with each pump of his hips against your own. His full balls ache with the need to be drained by you, his cock pulsing and stimulating your deepest, most sensitive spots. You can hardly keep the eye contact but you don't want to stop looking at him when he's this wild, when he shows you this hidden, rough side of him.

Your soft!yandere boyfriend keeps this possessive side hidden even from you, only allowing you to see it in moments like there. Moments where he as to make sure you're his and he's yours. To further assure you both of this he allows you to scratch his back as you come, meanwhile his teeth find the soft flesh of your breasts, biting harshly, too hard, the spiking pain sending you over the edge and him soon after.

The next day your soft!yandere boyfriend is back to his old self, apologizing to getting rough but happy that you enjoy it. When he kisses even bruise and bite he left on you he decides to call his friend to try and make up with him. When the three of you meet up there a big, proud smile blooming on his face when his friend notices the hickeys peaking from behind both your shirts.

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere #male yandere #yandere imagines #yandere male #yandere writing #yandere smut #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #smut

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" 𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 "

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐂𝐊 — a confident athlete who turns into pathetic putty at the thought of you . . .

nsfw / sixteen + content / smut / gender neutral reader / yandere content / sub!yandere / masturbation / pervert yandere (he literally breaks into the locker room for your shit) / olfactophilia/osmolagnia (scent/smell kink) / dacryphilia (kink for crying) / breath play / yandere oc x reader

masterlist | requesting rules | character info . . . a/n: haven't wrote smut in awhile, so im a bit rusty . . .

Lucas dangled the keys in his hands, a grin playing on his face as he walked towards the locker room—using the key to unlock the door—it was pretty easy grabbing the keys from the janitor's room, not that this school was particularly secure with their locks. It would be pretty easy breaking in, if he tried hard enough . . 

Lucas scanned the area, looking through each locker trying to find which one was yours . . he had your lock combination memorized, though he did get a little help from a friend in order to figure it out.

His hands reached for the clothes that you had left in your locker, lifting it up to his face, eyes going half lidded as he inhaled your intoxicating scent, he felt his face growing warm and his body growing weak. Lucas leaned down onto the lockers for support, almost losing balance as he slid down onto the floor.

Lucas pressed the flimsy piece of clothing further onto his face, engulfing himself in your smell—so much so that he could almost taste you—all the while his other hand travelled downwards, clumsily unbuckling his pants in a hurry . . hasty movements contradicted his rational mind, not bothering to care if he'd get caught.

He slid his pants down, just enough to reveal his semi-hard cock—a soft whine escaped him at the feeling of the cold air—his free hand now teasing his tip, as he relaxed his body, closing his eyes shut . .—imagining how disgusted you'd be seeing him in this pitiful state— . . that really turned him on, he cussed under his breath at how pitiful and pathetic his thoughts were . .

Lucas wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, slowly moving his hand up and down—his vision growing hazy—as he let out breathy sighs of pleasure—whines growing louder when he moved his hand faster.

Lucas stuffed the clothing he took, and pushed it into his mouth—drool escaped the corners of his mouth—blocking his ability make a sound, as he moved his hand faster around his cock—little tear droplets stinging his eyes, as he felt his legs shake slightly at the sheer pleasure—he used his now free hand to pinch his nose, closing his only source of air . . .

All he could taste was you, the clothing taking away all the moisture in his mouth, as tears begin to escape his eyes, saliva escaping the corners of his mouth, dripping onto his clothing—his legs began to convulse—his back arching slightly, as he finally came, all over the floor . . .

Lucas spat out the fabric, "fuck", the bell rang . . How is he gonna clean up this mess fast enough? . .

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” PUPPY LOVE “

— featuring ; LOSER [SEBASTIAN] — warnings ; mentions of violence , kidnapping, intense smut —bimboficationm mainly , BOTH OF SEB AND THE READER ARE IN HIGH-SCHOOL , YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED . Reader is female and a nervous wreck. — notes ; felt a lot like yandere simulator when writing this so this is what you’ll get.

The back of the class was Sebastians safe space, although constantly earning glares and glances of disgust was normal for him he didn’t complain. He had a clear view of everything happening in the classroom and he loved it; especially because of the fact that he was able to see you more clearly.

Your pretty poise, how you dress , how you speak so shyly, the way you fumble and stammer over your words, how you freak out when too many people surround you , it all fascinates him.

Especially the way you deal with people confessing their love for you. A polite decline or a stammered apology with a sweet little friend zone. He loves how nervous you get whenever people approach you.

Especially when he approaches you. Oh how cute you look when your face is all red and you fidget with the hem of your skirt! It’s all so cute!!!! He needs more of it, he wants to be the only one to make you feel like this!

While listening to the professor harp on and on about some scientific facts, Sebastian’s gaze remains fixed on you as you nervously chewed on the tip of your pen. You had already solved everything and he knew you were itching to answer one question so you didn’t have to answer one later.

He knows you too well , it’s a bit concerning. His gaze lingered to your skirt, the little skirt that rides up your pretty thighs and reveals a little too much for his liking.

“Professor, can I move closer ? It’s hard to see the board.” Most people were confused when he asked to move closer. Usually he refuses to move. “Yes, you can sit next to-“ Sebastian had already moved and sat next to you. “Or..that works.”

You started to shift in your seat uncomfortably, glancing back at him every now and then. He was intimidating , and he made you feel…a certain type of way, when he was close to you.

Your mind raced with scenarios about why he had sat next to you. Maybe he really couldn’t see the board and you were the closest to the board? Maybe he wanted to sit next to someone since he was lonely? Or what if he wanted to flirt with you? Oh the possibilities made your stomach feel all tingly!

You shake your head, getting those dirty thoughts out of it. Yet you can’t shake the feeling of warmth between your thighs at the singular thought of him doing something to you. So to ease it, you squeeze them together and try to ignore him.

Oh, but he hasn’t ignored you. He’s seen every little thing , every little act and breath you took. He couldn’t help but smirk when he saw you try to hide your growing arousal for him. He too was getting a bit heated.

As you stared at your paper, your knee bouncing as you chew on your pen cap. Within two seconds, you feel a large hand on your thigh, long bony fingers caressing it. Your breath hitches as you feel your mouth dry. You glance at Sebastian, noticing how he was focused on his work as well.

He seemed so unbothered, yet his hand was on your thigh and gently squeezing. It was so ..oh you didn’t know how to explain it, but it felt so weird and you loved it. His fingers pressed against the soft skin of your thighs as his hand travelled all over your skin.

You tried to ignore it, not pay any mind and thought maybe he’d stop, but oh you knew you didn’t want him to stop. After a few teasing squeezes he moves to open your legs, his hand not so gentle anymore.

As if by reflex, you squeeze your thighs shut and gulp. Nope, you weren’t ready yet, you’re still a virgin. But did he really care? No.

With force, his hand pried open your thighs and slipped your panties to the side. His fingers rubbed circles on your clit, teasing you as he glided them up and down over your entrance. He felt how wet you were and how shaky your legs were getting.

You cleared your throat as you tried not to moan and whimper, even though you wanted to oh so badly. His fingers teased more and more, before he finally inserted two fingers into your hole.

A gasp escaped you as you covered your mouth, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You’ve never felt this good while you masturbated, and having someone else do it made you feel even better.

You put your head down to hide the lewd face you’re making as your long term crush fingers you slowly. After a few thrusts, you move your hips closer to his fingers, begging for more.

He raised an eyebrow and smirked, looking down at your trembling frame. He moved his fingers faster and faster, his other hand holding his head in his palm. His smirk widens as he hears a soft stifled moan from you.

He leans closer, whispering in your ear. “You gonna cum? Hm?” His voice makes you tighten, earning a chuckle from him. You nod , desperately wanting to chase your high.

He sighs softly and kisses your neck, making you tighten even more. He liked seeing you get more and more needy and horny. It was cute, seeing you lose each and every braincell because of him.

He thrusted his fingers deeper and deeper, watching as you got dumber and dumber. Your eyes have rolled back and droll was dripping down your chin as you felt each thrust.

You bit your tongue and whimpered, panting. “M’cumming..m’cumming…m’cumming..” You whispered, your hand squeezing his. He chuckled and looked down at you, smirking. “Do it then.”

He felt your juices slowly spill out of you, trailing down your trembling legs. He moves your panties back into place, wiping the drool from your chin and lips. “Hm? Oh, how cute. You can’t even think anymore huh?”

He watched as you twitch every few seconds, still feeling the aftermath of your first orgasm that someone else inflicted. He leaned closer, smiling as he brushed some of your hair away.

”Just wait until you come over to my house. I’ll make you feel real good.”

Ahh, yall hoes thought this shit was gonna be all fluff ‘n’ shit? Nahhh im a slutty hoe!

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hiiii uhmm this mightttt be weirdd. ;;-;; chris content not sure if thats weird but chris content but chris working outtt is sooooo :3 he's such a beefcake but imagine him working out and you coming to him to give him some water but getting distracted he's shirtless and sweaty and uomff and him dropping his bells, and just instead working out using you if yk what i mean :3

do you take emoji anons?

I LOVEEE CHRIS!!! LOVEEEE HIM!!! ASJFJONNFOFJ. I'm sorry- I just turn into a CHANGED bitch when he's mentioned UGHGHGH ILYYY!!

cw: suggestive! nsf/w! manhandling! (no seriously. like MANHANDLED.)

No, but Chris has the most insane workout routine. Like ever, this is partially canon, definitely has an area in the two of you's home set up for his equipment and stuff. Headphones in blasting his usual 80's rock shit mostly the sound of heavy machinery moving with him and his grunts permitting from the room.

And you'll stop by, peeping through the door not to startle him so he doesn't drop some heavy iron shit on himself, with some refreshments, bending down to set them beside him. 

The issue is, Chris is an ass man, through and through. And when he's mid-workout choked full of adrenaline sweating and hot and you decide to pop in, ever so sweetly bring him some water, bent over right by him, he pops an instant boner.

"C'mere baby," You only realize he's behind you 'cause of the sound of a heavy dumbbell dropping hard against the floor behind you. His words come out in deep huffs, his uneven breathing hitting the back of your head, and fuck, you're feeling the heat too now. 

He doesn't really have much dirty talk to spare when he's fucking you like this, in the air with your knees to your ears holding you up full nelson and fucking into you from behind in the middle of the room at a downright inhuman speed. Lewd amounts of sweat and slick squelching against his ground every time he snaps his hips back up to meet your ass. Wetness pooling on the hard floor he's holding you above and fucking you in the air on.

Literally curls you each time he thrusts back in. Moving you like you're the piece of equipment. Treating your body like a measly arm weight. Primally grunting and groaning loudly as he slams into you. He normally tends to stay on the quieter side in the bedroom, but right now with his mid-workout muscles on fire and his cock slamming into you-- Body aflame-- he loses all self-control.

Your head cradled between his thick hands that are looped from under your knees to your neck, palms against the back of your head as it limply bounces each time he fills you again with another harsh thrust. Chris isn't normally harsh when he fucks, deep and slow fucks after long missions are his favourite, unwinding inside of you. 

Not now though. Not when the blood rushing and burning his body is also keeping his cock hefty and hard each time he shoves it back into you. Cums faster too, of course. Nearly crushing your body he has held up Nelson with beefy arms as he blows his load, only now growling frantic, "Ah, cumming, cumming! Fuck, take it. Fuck baby!" and your name over and over till he's spent and soft.

Chris is such a sweetheart, though. Like he'll be getting that post-nut wobble in his legs and he's exhausted not just from the insane fuck, but also the earlier workout, yet he still stands and keeps you held in the air. Finding a bench to sit on and letting you flip over to lay on his chest in his lap. "Did I go too hard? Was it too fast? Did you cum?" Just to make sure you enjoyed yourself too, even if he knows you did. Always checks in.   

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Polaroids: Chris Redfield x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Oh babe, you've been with me a long time. That's like 6-ish years I think

Thanks for sticking around ;)

Contains: Detailed polaroids of boudoir shots, male masturbation, phone sex(?), dirty talk/degration

His brawny shoulders slumped as he was finally able to take a real breath for the first time in over a week. He had just freshly showered with hot water for the first time in such time, it felt almost euphoric to get all of the caked-up sweat and grime and dried blood off of him. Now dressed in clean clothes, Chris stalked back into cozy bedroom of the hotel. It was a shock to him that the B.S.A.A. forked over money for something like a hotel, but he wasn’t complaining. Cracking his neck for some relief, his tired steely-blue eyes scanned the room as he walked up to the locked patio door. He carefully opened it and slipped outside, his skin prickling from how cold the air had gotten as his exhales clouded in front of him.

He needed to relax.

His hand reached into his front pocket and felt around for the carton of cigarettes before fishing the damn thing out. His other hand reached into its respective pocket and produced the fancy metal flip lighter you had gotten for him as an on-the-whim gift a couple of weeks ago. He noticed that the cigarette carton was lighter than he remembered, he was just hoping it wasn’t empty as he leaned up against the metal railing of the patio.

Flipping open the top of the carton, Chris originally sneered at the sight of an empty cigarette carton only to notice that it wasn’t in fact empty, but filled with something other than tobacco.

Retreating back inside from the biting cold, he got a good look at what was inside thanks to the light illuminating from the bedside lamp.

His cigarette carton was nearly packed full of some thick-looking paper. There was no room left in the carton for him to slide his thumb in and take them all out, but he did manage to snag at the paper with his nails and pull them all out at once. The empty carton fell to the carpeted floor as Chris turned over the multiple pieces of paper which had turned out to be polaroids.

The heavy flip lighter fell from his hand and clattered against the carpet at what he saw when he turned them over in his hands.

His jaw unhinged a bit, his eyes wide, his blood suddenly boiling hot inside of his veins.

He shuffled through the polaroids like they were a deck of cards.

They were all of you.

They were all of you looking sinful as hell.

Chris sat down at the foot of the bed, legs spread as he stared at the polaroids one by one.

You looked absolutely divine in all of them, like you had been ripped straight from an adult magazine. He couldn’t help the slight tremble in his hands as he looked them over one by one.

The one he had first saw was of you in a loose black satin robe that was long enough to cover the curve of your ass. Your back to the camera, head turned, eyes peeking over your shoulder and right into the lens at the flash. You had garters strapped to your hidden waist, black silky bands stretching down the length of your legs to cling to black cotton knee-high socks that hugged every curve your legs had to offer.

The next was of you on your shared bed, the sheets rumpled up slightly beneath you. Your robe was gone, showing off the navy blue little number you had on underneath it. A deep blue babydoll dress was just see-through enough for him to make out the curves of your hips and waist. Your breasts were cupped by dual pads that pushed them together, a little golden bow right between the cups as you purposefully let the straps sag on your shoulders. Your hands were messing with the hem of the dress, small gold accents were stitched into the near-opaque body. You still had on the garters and thigh-highs as you sat on the bed facing the camera. Your face was painted, eyeshadow smoky and lips a deep matte wine color.

Chris felt his dick throb in his pants, drums of life stirring up the shaft.

He flipped the card to the back of the line, eyes lighting up at the next one. You were on your knees in a completely different set of lingerie. It was a bra and panty set that was ruby red. Your breasts were pushed together, the panties you wore hugged your hips and waist oh-so fucking well. It left so little to Chris’ imagination. You were on your knees on the bed, one hand was holding a compact open and the other was attempting to clean up your lipstick. The glossy red looked as though it had been kissed off, red smudged against your chin. He wanted to feel those lips wrapped around his throbbing dick so fucking badly. He wanted you to leave lipstick rings around his dick up to where you could take him before you gagged and pulled away.

The next was of you standing again with your back to the camera. You were bent over the vanity dresser in your room. Fuck, the angle you had your back at and the way your ass was just right there begging to be spanked had Chris pawing himself through his tight sleep pants. You were facing a mirror and the polaroid camera caught the reflection perfectly. You wore an olive green corset with a darker-colored thong and no bra. Instead, you had positioned your arm to be right under your breasts, hiding your nipples while also pushing your breasts together. Your other hand was swiping on dark lipstick across your pouted lips. Your eyes looked right into the camera through the reflection in the mirror, almost like you were staring right at Chris.

The next was of you completely naked but your body was slightly obscured by the sheet you had protecting your sensitive areas from view of the camera. You were on your knees again, fully facing the camera. One of your hands was holding the sheet up to your breasts, palm open and pressed flat against your tits to push them together for support as much as possible. One of your legs had not been tangled in the sheets, instead, it was out in front of your person, bent at the knee to show off the delicate curves of your body. Chris cursed to himself, his mind begging to feel your thighs wrapped around him as he fucked you mercilessly into that fucking bed. Your hair was tousled as though you just had sex, your eyes dazed on purpose and your makeup had been painted on naturally.

The last one was his breaking point.

You were wearing nothing but his old S.T.A.R.S. jacket. Nothing. You were completely naked sitting on the bed, one leg crossed over the other to hide your cunt from his greedy eyes. Your hair was touseled, your makeup was light with only eyeliner and a dee and nude lipstick. You had the jacket on in just a way that it barely covered your breasts but made sure to cover your nipples. He noticed that you were also wearing his old dog tags as well, the cold silver nesting comfortably between your breasts.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

As he looked at the last polaroid again, he saw that you had drawn a little arrow in the bottom corner pointing to the other side. ‘Call me when you see these’ you wrote on the back.

Chris stood up quickly, ignoring the swirling of his mind and marched over to his phone on the nightstand before he sat back down. He tossed the other five polaroids onto the nightstand and kept the one of you in his S.T.A.R.S. jacket in his big mitt as he tapped your name on his phone to call you. The phone only rang twice before you picked up.

“Hey handsome,” you purred.

You knew. You fucking knew why he was calling.

You fucking devil.

“(Y/n),” Chris grunted into the phone.

He was pawing himself, squeezing his clothed cock in his hand as he nestled the phone between his jaw and shoulder.

“Did you see the little surprises I left for you?”

He could hear rustling in the background. You were in bed, he could hear the tv on in the background at a low volume.

“I did- fuck- I saw ‘em. You looked hot as hell, baby girl.”

“I’m glad you like them.”

His mind was foggy from lust. His brain was going one million miles a minute. His dick was practically controlling his thoughts.

“What’re wearing right now?” he growled into his phone.

His hands snatched at the waistband of his sleep pants and boxers, peeling them both down until his heaty dick sprung out, nearly hitting his chiseled stomach. He squeezed himself at first, gritting his teeth as he felt a pressure tingle right behind his belly button.

“Mmm, just one of your shirts and a pair of shorts, the one you like, the one that you can see my ass poking out,” you hummed. Chris could just see you now, in a shirt that swallows you and a pair of shorts just waiting to give him a surprise should you bend over. “It’s pretty cold here, though. I may put on a jacket.”

Chris groaned, his hand giving his cock a good few pumps before he reeled his hand back to spit into his palm. He heard you laugh softly and sultry before you moaned. Were you also masturbating?

“You don’t know what you do to me,” Chris growled.

“I have an idea, Captain.” Chris’ head nearly smacked into the wall at just the way you called him. His mouth opened as a deep moan pushed through his chest, his hand quickened its pace against his dick. “Was that your favorite one of me? In your old S.T.A.R.S. jacket, just me naked?” He let out a pathetic whine, eyes squeezing shut as his chest grew heavy. “What were thinking when you saw that?” you spurred him on.

“I’m gonna ruin you when I get home tomorrow night,” he snarled, his cock twitching in his hand. His head had leaked precum, his thumb massaging his slit as he grit his teeth and moaned again. “I’m gonna fuck you into the mattress, make you choke you on my dick- ah! Fuck~”

His chest seized as he felt his climax beating his nerves senseless.

“Oh, I look forward to that, Captain Redfield.”

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BACK ON THE TOPIC OF CHRIS BECAUSE I LOVE THAT MAN…🤭

Your favorite place to sleep on was his chest. No doubt. Like have you seen Chris? HAVE YOU SEEN THOSE ARMS AND THAT BUILD?! It’s clear he’s not like, skinny muscular and stuff, he has a bit on him. (Which is 10X better.) But I feel like he has a more dad bod kinda style?? But also a lot of muscle. (Please tell me you understand. 🙏)

After your nightly shower, you’d get all nice and cozy under the covers before scooting over next to Chris. Head on his chest, those big burly bear arms of his immediately wrapping around your frame as he presses a kiss to the top of your head. The two of you would sleep like that every night.

Also, he’s the type of husband to smack your ass whenever, wherever. You’re cooking? Smack. You’re walking up the stairs? Smack. You’re in the middle of the grocery store reading some ingredients on the back of a bottle of salad dressing? Smack. He’d just immediately play it off, blaming it on Casper the ghost or something.

- Anon! 🎀

(P.S… I’ll be doing pregnancy with Chris later…🤫)

(Chris with muscle arms but a slight belly. But he could still fuck somebody up because he's still strong as hell. I got you pookie 😉) (putting the cut here for scrolling sake 👀)

Chris definitely is a big burley bear man. Probably hairy as fuck too. You call him Griz/Bear as a pet name and he oddly enjoys it. Chris seems like the type to not be snuggly and affectionate but YOU'RE WRONG. THIS MAN IS A SNUGGLY FORCE TO BE RECKONED WITH! You weren't use to a lot of affection from your last marriage but with Chris it's like night and day.

You two snuggle every night and the nights you don't curl up to him right away, he immediately thinks he did something wrong but no. You just needed to get adjusted before putting your head on his chest. So you end up having to give him kisses so he knows everything if fine.

I'd imagine that Chris also likes to sleep naked. Which has lead to... A lot of things. (wink wink) But that quickly changed once he moved in and the kids were around. He started getting paranoid they'd just barge in asking to sleep in the big bed and he'd end up scarring his own children so he now sleeps in boxers. He hates it but it's just until the kids learn the knock on the damn door!

Ass... Chris is an ass man through and through. It's not even just ass slaps. If you're distracted doing something he'll grab your ass. You're standing in line in the grocery store, he puts his hand into your back jean pocket like some kind of high schooler walking his girlfriend down the hallway. And he's definitely pat those cheeks like bongos at least once when you're laying in bed.

But you aren't scared to fight back. You've smacked Chris's ass with a wooden cutting board before. And he just froze, rubbing his back as you go:

"Casper strikes again." Going back to cooking dinner like nothing happened.

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What do you think a sleepy morning in the Redfield household would look like?

⭐️

(Cozy but chaotic still)

It be the first weekend in a while Chris was completely free so he got to sleep in. It be his usual wake up time of 5am when he rolls over, pulling you back into him like usual and fall back asleep.

Sometime around 8 you'd wake up and turn into him, both of you mumbling sleepy good mornings. Chris would kiss your face and chuckle as you mutter a complaint before giving him a real good morning kiss.

Just to be interrupted by the sound of their door creaking open. Little feet padding towards their bed. You both life your heads, seeing your little Lulu trying to climb onto the end of the bed. Chris smiles, sitting up and scooping her up into bed with them.

"Good morning, angel. You need something?"

"Cuddles..." She yawns, rubbing her eyes with her tiny fists. Chris puts her between them, both of you hugging her happily until the door squeaks again.

"Can I lay with you?" CJ asks, coming around to your side of the bed.

"Sure honey." He quickly climbs over you, cuddling up to you, laying between you and his little sister. You rub his back gently as he relaxes against you. Kissing both the kids foreheads with a chuckle.

"Now we just need Ollie." Chris adds, chuckling in his half asleep state. As if on cue the door moves again, your oldest walking into the room looking between you and his father.

"Come on." Chris pats the bed for him to join. Ollie quickly climbs up, flopping on his younger siblings.

Lulu elbowing him and CJ grumbling against your chest. Ollie squishes them, jamming his elbow into the stomach.

"Ow, okay... This is getting too crowded. You all cuddle with daddy while I go make breakfast." You slide out of bed while the kids watch you walk towards the door. Chris pick up his head from falling back asleep, groggily looking around.

"What's happening?" You smile looking at the kids.

"Get him while he's tired kids!" Fits of giggles and bed creaks fill the room as the kids start piling on Chris and you just walk out with a smile, leaving the door open to hear the kids mess with their father.

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[pinkrose1422]

Yes yes domestic Leon with a breeding kink but hear me out:

CHRIS WITH A BREEDING KINK.

That man needs to carry on the Redfield bloodline and by God, he WILL. Can totally see him with a whole brood of children, but he would definitely be a twin dad- one boy one girl. That man produces some BIG BABIES too. They’re chunky and they’ve got all the baby rolls, the worst baby fever fr.

He dresses them up, holds them in the dual baby carriers with one on his chest one on his back. Seeing him handle them so carefully, despite how fucking large that man is, just gets that fire burning again.

🦈

DID SOMEONE SAY BREEDING KINK!? (🦈anon lemme kiss you pookie 💋💋💋💋💋)

NSFW Under the Cut

Chris just knows his sister isn't gonna settle down but he finds himself a cute little lady who loves him bunches and puts up with his shit. You'd love the hell out of this man, show him a side of life that he's never gotten to see before (what it's like to be taken care of)

Ends up taking you to a BSAA company event meant for families and you have like all the kids flocking to you, you can't help it. You just have this natural mothery aura that makes kids like you. You even get babies to quiet down easily. Just being passed this sweet little girl throwing a fit by one of his squad mates wives. She falls asleep almost instantly in your arms and starts fussing if you try giving her back to her actual mother.

And Chris just can't stop grinning. He's so intrigued by how well you handle children. His brain keeps drifting to thoughts of giving you a baby. You'd look so cute with a belly and his child on your hip after 9 months. So he makes it his mission to put a baby in you, after talking it out of course!

But once you say yes... Jesus it's like this whole new man comes out of him. Sex becomes extremely interesting. Hope you enjoy being put in a mating press because it's happening every single time! And he's definitely keeping himself warm for a while after. But he's a loving man and gives you the most affection when you're putting up with him like this.

And God damn did it work like a charm. 2 lil chunky nuggets with round faces and rolls on rolls. Chris with a double baby carrier. One in the front one in the back. Sometimes he even carries them under his arms like you would firewood and they won't stop giggling the entire time.

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Guess who’s sick again! For like the third time this month…</3 I think my immune system hates me.

Sick Chris taking care of you…Because I need it! 😣

He’d take a day or two off of work—as soon as you start having that little cough and the sniffles, he’s on the way to the store to get some day/nyquil and ingredients for your favorite chicken noodle soup.

As soon as he comes home, he puts everything away and checks up on you. Using a thermometer to check your temperature, running his hand through your hair to give you atleast some sort of comfort and relaxation. He’d practically become a house husband for a day, packing the kids lunches and sending them off to school, cooking, cleaning, everything you do daily.

You’d definitely get some sick snuggles. You’d snuggle up against him, head on his chest as he just rubs your back while you take a nap. He didn’t care if he got sick, that man’s immune to anything. He never got sick, no matter how many times your kids were coughing and sneezing.

And of course…He’d cook you some killer chicken noodle soup. Spoon feeding it to you like a baby, all while you protested that you could do it yourself. But he wouldn’t give in, you needed rest.

- Anon! 🎀

(Save me pleaseeee what virus is going around this time…</3)

I hope you feel better soon pookie! 😘 Sorry for the delayed response it's been a hell of a morning.

Catch Chris walking around the house spraying Lysol, even on the kids when they leave and come into the house.

I could picture Chris going as far as to breaking out the vapor rub on put it on your chest. Complaining how it sticks. But he'd just rebuttal with:

"But you can smell it, so you're opening up. That means it's working."

So you'd just pout and let him do it. But spoon feeding you just was the last thing you wanted. Sure, you act like a baby around your husband but being feed like one was just... No.

You let him do it a few times before taking it and just feeding yourself. Glaring at him as you slurp loudly and he just smirks at you.

He'd have you on a routine of herbal teas and medicine for the day for sure. Chicken soup only has so many helpful nutrients so he gives you this herbal tea that actually tastes really good but knocks you out for a good hour or two until you have to take your next set of medicine.

Chris would also be on guard duty most of the day, anytime one of the kids went near the door he'd redirect their attention or physically move them so they won't disturb your rest. At one point he keeps getting Lulu away from the door so many times she becomes "daddy's helper" which meant he just kept finding little things for her to do.

Visit mommy? Clean up all your toys from the living room floor first.

Show mommy a drawing she made for you? Why don't you go check on your brothers and make sure their room is clean?

Wanna play doctor with mommy and make her feel better? How about we just stand in the doorway and talk from a distance?

That house would become a three ring circus for the day but he'd keep everything under control.

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[pinkrose1422]

be careful if I ever look at you like this!

>:3

watch out!!

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yandere! re2 leon kennedy x reader

✰ warnings: stalking, sub leon, slightly nsfw but not smut, leon is a creepy masochist, kidnapping, no use of y/n or name, gender neutral reader, not proofread bc it's 2 am for me rn

✰ summary: you were never very close to leon, but you harbored some feelings for him. but your entire view on him changes when you get invited to his place and you find out how he truly feels about you...

✰ a/n: remember when i used to be a havik account? good times. also i still *only* take reqs for mk1 characters. ik i wrote genshin and now i'm writing resident evil, but i am not entirely comfortable with taking reqs for them yet soooo here's me just dipping my toes into the waters of those fandoms. still sticking to mk1 tho. for now. also it's been a hot minute since i played re2 so if it's ooc i apologize.

leon thought you looked so pretty in your sleep. you looked completely peaceful and unbothered. your bedsheets covered your entire body except for your ethereal face, which he could stare at all day. the moon provided a dim glow through your window, giving leon a clear view of your entire bedroom while you slept. sure it may be creepy or a bit stalker-ish of leon to watch you sleep, but he couldn't help it! you were just so irresistible. if only you knew how much he loved you, and how he was capable of protecting and providing for you. he has the potential to be the best boyfriend to you. but you didn't even know him that well, and he was fully aware of that fact. so that's why he suddenly got an idea while he watched you sleep that night. it was a brilliant idea. he could invite you to his place and gain your trust! leon didn't want to waste any time, so he would immediately ask you first thing in the morning.

when you woke up that morning, you got a call from leon a few minutes after you got out of bed.

"i know it's a bit early in the morning, i hope you weren't sleeping... if so, i'm really sorry. i mean, i didn't know when to call you because i didn't want to bother you but at the same time i just really wanted to ask you something." leon rambled.

"no worries, leon. you could never bother me. besides, i just got out of bed. this was so perfectly timed, it's almost as if you memorized my sleep schedule." you joked.

"oh, yeah, that's crazy. imagine that," leon chuckled nervously. "um, anyway, i was just thinking... would you like to come over to my place later? i just thought that we know each other a little bit, but i'd like to get to know you more, since i think you're pretty cool and stuff, so, uh, yeah..." he trailed off, waiting for an answer.

upon hearing his proposal, you lit up in excitement. you always thought he was cute and wanted to get to know him, but you were too nervous to make the first move. this was a great opportunity.

leon was nervously fiddling with his fingers as he waited for your response. the longer you took to respond, the more his anxiety grew. he could feel the sweat forming on his skin and his chest tighten. what if you weren't interested in him in that way? was he being too forward? were you too busy?

you took a deep breath before you finally responded, mustering up the courage to say something. "i'll visit in a couple hours. i'll see you then, leon." you responded quickly, hanging up the phone and getting ready to see him.

leon's heart almost jumped out of his chest when you finally responded. he dropped his phone and immediately got to work, cleaning his place and hiding the pictures of you sleeping and your old clothes in a box under his couch.

he worked very hard to tidy everything up, wanting it to be perfect for you. only the best for you.

when he finished cleaning, he sat on the floor in front of his door like a puppy waiting for its owner. he patiently waited for you to knock on the door and come in, even though it would be a couple more hours until you arrived.

after a few hours of leon not moving a single inch, you finally arrived. as soon as your knuckles grazed the door to knock, leon swung it open with superhuman speed.

"thanks for coming! i hope the weather wasn't too harsh on you." leon greeted, stepping aside to let you in. he didn't actually know if the weather was harsh or not, he just said the first thing that came to his mind to start a conversation with you.

"thanks... and uh, the weather isn't bad at all. it's just a bit windy." you responded, awkwardly standing by the door.

leon was trying his hardest to act calm, but his heart was racing and he could feel his palms getting sweatier and sweatier. you were standing right next to him! and you were alone together! he could've just died right then and there. instead of watching you through your window, you're right in front of him! instead of breaking into your house and stealing and sniffing your clothes, he can just smell you right by him! he was in heaven.

for a couple hours, you both spent time together by watching movies and chatting, getting to know each other more and more. leon even ordered dinner for you both, and somehow he got your favorite food, and he claimed it was just intuition. it didn't even feel like hours had passed, since you were both enjoying yourselves.

"so, uh, do you like this movie?" leon awkwardly spoke up, as you both sat on the couch in front of his tv. you simply smiled and nodded, too tired to respond. it was a random film that you weren't familiar with, and you watched it in silence next to him. you were both clearly tired after that long day, but leon didn't want you to leave just yet. so he started awkwardly starting new conversations or asking you questions, hoping to keep your attention on him. he loved the amount of attention you already gave him that day, and he was still giddy that you agreed to visit him in the first place. all he needs to stay happy is for you to look at him. but you were literally sitting on his couch and spending time with him, and it just made him so overwhelmed with joy. it gave him hope that you could work as a couple someday, and you would never know about his unorthodox antics to get to this point.

or at least that's what he thought.

at some point, leon excused himself to the restroom and left you boredly swinging your legs back and forth on the couch. but you felt your leg kick something hard underneath the couch. when you decided to investigate, you found a hidden box. curious as to why it was hidden, you decided to open it and look inside.

big mistake.

you found some old clothes and underwear that you thought you lost, pieces of your hair, various pictures of you sleeping, a few grocery lists and paperwork that you thought you threw away, and even pages ripped out of leon's journal describing his dark fantasies of you. some of it had some mysterious white stains on it. it was disgusting, and it made you sick to look through it. you thought leon was just a cute sweetheart, but it turned out he was a stalker and a creep. you were so shocked, that you didn't know what to do. should you run? call someone? but it was unsafe, because he clearly knew your address and a lot of your personal information. you had no idea what to do, so you stayed frozen in shock.

when leon returned, he saw the horrified look on your face and saw the box in your hands. his heart dropped. you knew his secret.

"shit. oh my god, uh, it's not what you think. i swear, i just, uh, fuck..." leon stammered, dropping down to his knees in shame.

"what the fuck is this? how long have you been stalking me, you fucking creep?" you yelled, standing over his shaking form.

"haah.. i... uh.." leon seemed to be breathing weirdly, and you weren't sure if it was out of anxiety or pleasure.

"and this," you picked up one of the pages from his journal and waved it in front of his face. "what the fuck is this? you are so fucked up... are you in love with me or something? or is it just some weird ass sexual obsession?"

"i.. i do love you! of course i do! this isn't how i wanted you to find out, but i really do love you! please don't take it the wrong way. i don't want to hurt you, i just want to be with you. i want to feel you and- and spend every waking moment of my life with you.. please don't hate me." leon begged, grasping onto your leg pathetically.

"you're sick in the head. and you're nothing but a pathetic stalker." you scoffed. all the trust and affection you had for him went out the window after you opened that box. there was no way he can get your trust back. hell, you were willing to cut contact with him and move to another country at that point.

"fuck... okay, maybe i am.. but, uh... shit." leon struggled to get his words out, as he felt aroused by your degradation. he never thought it would feel so good to have you yell at him. he could barely even speak, it just felt euphoric for you to scold him for his actions. you expected him to panic, but he seemed to have mixed feelings about the situation. he was still horrified that you discovered his dirty secret, but he had stars in his eyes the more you screamed at him.

"oh my god... you're a masochistic freak, huh? you like it when i yell at you? god, you're so fucked up." you spat, grabbing his collar and lifting him up to your level.

leon whimpered at the sudden contact, not responding to your degredation and simply squirming at your touch.

you sighed. "are you going to explain yourself? or are you just going to keep babbling nonsense?"

after getting no response, you dropped him and started to grab your things and leave.

"i.. i love you so much!" leon blurted out. "please don't leave! i promise, i can make it up to you! i'll do whatever you want! i can uh... i can provide for you! you won't have to lift a single finger for the rest of your life! and uh... i can cook and clean! sort of. i'll learn how to take care of you. i'll show you that i can be a good boyfriend if you let me! please, just love me! i did all these things for you and i promise i will stop if you want me to! please, don't leave."

leon stood in front of the door and desperately held you in place, not wanting to let you leave.

if you chose to stay, leon would be overjoyed. he would keep his promise and make it up to you, spending the rest of his life protecting you from harm and doing anything to keep you happy. your well-being is his number one priority, he'd make himself look like a fool if it meant getting a smile out of you. just let him love you. you don't need to give him anything in return!

if you chose to leave, leon would be a sobbing, sulking mess for about an hour or two before he decided on what to do. he still had all of your information. he knew pretty much everything about you. he would probably do something to force you into being with him, such as faking your death and kidnapping you. you have nobody else now. you have to be with leon now. he is the only one that still loves you and will keep you happy. even if you're mad at him now, he has hope that someday you will warm up to him and be willing to have a relationship with him. he'll wait patiently for that day to come.

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